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the farther back we manage to wiggle the more we need the loan | the farther back we manage to wiggle the more we need the loan | ||
| − | of a lens to see as much as the [[hen]] saw. Tip. | + | of a lens to see as much as the [[hen]] saw. [[Tip]]. |
| − | You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy? You says: | + | [[You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy?]] You says: |
| − | [[It is a puling sample jungle of woods]]. You most shouts out: | + | [[It is a puling sample jungle of woods]]. [[You most shouts out]]: |
[[Bethicket]] me for a [[stump of a beech]] if I have the [[poultriest notions|poultriest no-]] | [[Bethicket]] me for a [[stump of a beech]] if I have the [[poultriest notions|poultriest no-]] | ||
| − | [[poultriest notions|tions]] what the farest he all means. [[Gee up]], girly! The [[quad gospellers|quad gos-]] | + | [[poultriest notions|tions]] what [[the farest he all means]]. [[Gee up]], girly! The [[quad gospellers|quad gos-]] |
[[quad gospellers|pellers]] may own the [[targum]] but any of the Zingari shoolerim | [[quad gospellers|pellers]] may own the [[targum]] but any of the Zingari shoolerim | ||
| − | may pick a peck of kindlings yet from the sack of | + | may [[pick a peck of kindlings]] yet from the [[sack of auld hensyne]]. |
| − | Lead, | + | [[Lead, kindly fowl]]! They always did: ask the ages. What bird |
has done yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it moult, | has done yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it moult, | ||
be it hatch, be it agreement in the nest. For her [[socioscientific sense|socioscientific]] | be it hatch, be it agreement in the nest. For her [[socioscientific sense|socioscientific]] | ||
[[socioscientific sense|sense]] is sound as a bell, sir, her [[volucrine]] automutativeness right | [[socioscientific sense|sense]] is sound as a bell, sir, her [[volucrine]] automutativeness right | ||
on normalcy: she knows, she just feels she was kind of born to | on normalcy: she knows, she just feels she was kind of born to | ||
| − | lay and love eggs (trust her to [[propagate]] the species and hoosh | + | lay and love eggs (trust her to [[propagate]] the species and [[hoosh]] |
| − | her [[fluffballs]] safe through din and danger!); lastly but mostly, in | + | her [[fluffballs]] safe through [[din]] and danger!); lastly but mostly, in |
her [[genesic]] field it is all game and no [[gammon]]; she is [[ladylike gentlemen|ladylike]] in | her [[genesic]] field it is all game and no [[gammon]]; she is [[ladylike gentlemen|ladylike]] in | ||
everything she does and plays the [[ladylike gentlemen|gentleman's]] part every time. | everything she does and plays the [[ladylike gentlemen|gentleman's]] part every time. | ||
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[[Ague]] will be [[rejuvenated]], woman with her ridiculous [[white burden|white bur-]] | [[Ague]] will be [[rejuvenated]], woman with her ridiculous [[white burden|white bur-]] | ||
[[white burden|den]] will reach by one step [[sublime incubation]], the [[manewanting human lioness|manewanting]] | [[white burden|den]] will reach by one step [[sublime incubation]], the [[manewanting human lioness|manewanting]] | ||
| − | [[manewanting human|human lioness]] with her [[dishorned discipular manram]] will lie | + | [[manewanting human lioness|human lioness]] with her [[dishorned discipular manram]] will [[lie down together|lie]] |
| − | down together publicly flank upon fleece. No, assuredly, they are | + | [[lie down together|down together]] publicly [[flank upon fleece]]. No, assuredly, they are |
| − | not justified, those gloompourers who grouse that letters have | + | not justified, those [[gloompourers]] who [[grouse]] that letters have |
never been quite their old selves again since that weird weekday | never been quite their old selves again since that weird weekday | ||
| − | in bleak Janiveer (yet how palmy date in a waste's oasis!) when | + | in bleak [[Janiveer]] (yet how [[palmy date]] in a waste's [[oasis]]!) when |
| − | to the shock of both, Biddy Doran looked at literature. | + | to the shock of both, [[Biddy Doran]] looked at literature. |
| − | And. She may be a mere marcella, this midget madgetcy, | + | And. She may be a mere [[marcella]], this [[midget]] [[madgetcy]], |
| − | Misthress of Arths. But. It is not a hear or say of some anomo- | + | [[Misthress of Arths]]. But. It is not a [[hear or say]] of some [[anomorous|anomo-]] |
| − | rous letter, signed Toga Girilis, (teasy dear). We have a cop of | + | [[anomorous|rous]] letter, signed [[Toga Girilis]], (teasy dear). We have a [[cop]] of |
| − | her fist right against our nosibos. We note the paper with her | + | her [[fist]] [[right against our nosibos]]. We note the paper with her |
| − | jotty young watermark: <I>Notre Dame du Bon Marché</I>. And she | + | jotty young [[watermark]]: <I>[[Notre Dame du Bon Marché]]</I>. And she |
| − | has a heart of Arin! What lumililts as she fols with her falli- | + | has a [[heart of Arin]]! What lumililts as she fols with her falli- |
mineers and her nadianods. As a strow will shaw she does the | mineers and her nadianods. As a strow will shaw she does the | ||
wind blague, recting to show the rudess of a robur curling and | wind blague, recting to show the rudess of a robur curling and | ||
shewing the fansaties of a frizette. But how many of her readers | shewing the fansaties of a frizette. But how many of her readers | ||
Latest revision as of 19:32, 4 June 2013
the farther back we manage to wiggle the more we need the loan of a lens to see as much as the hen saw. Tip. You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy? You says: It is a puling sample jungle of woods. You most shouts out: Bethicket me for a stump of a beech if I have the poultriest no- tions what the farest he all means. Gee up, girly! The quad gos- pellers may own the targum but any of the Zingari shoolerim may pick a peck of kindlings yet from the sack of auld hensyne. Lead, kindly fowl! They always did: ask the ages. What bird has done yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it moult, be it hatch, be it agreement in the nest. For her socioscientific sense is sound as a bell, sir, her volucrine automutativeness right on normalcy: she knows, she just feels she was kind of born to lay and love eggs (trust her to propagate the species and hoosh her fluffballs safe through din and danger!); lastly but mostly, in her genesic field it is all game and no gammon; she is ladylike in everything she does and plays the gentleman's part every time. Let us auspice it! Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age must return with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible, Ague will be rejuvenated, woman with her ridiculous white bur- den will reach by one step sublime incubation, the manewanting human lioness with her dishorned discipular manram will lie down together publicly flank upon fleece. No, assuredly, they are not justified, those gloompourers who grouse that letters have never been quite their old selves again since that weird weekday in bleak Janiveer (yet how palmy date in a waste's oasis!) when to the shock of both, Biddy Doran looked at literature. And. She may be a mere marcella, this midget madgetcy, Misthress of Arths. But. It is not a hear or say of some anomo- rous letter, signed Toga Girilis, (teasy dear). We have a cop of her fist right against our nosibos. We note the paper with her jotty young watermark: Notre Dame du Bon Marché. And she has a heart of Arin! What lumililts as she fols with her falli- mineers and her nadianods. As a strow will shaw she does the wind blague, recting to show the rudess of a robur curling and shewing the fansaties of a frizette. But how many of her readers
