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  hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship
 
  hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship
 
  through his [[boardelhouse]] fongster, greeting for [[grazious]] oras
 
  through his [[boardelhouse]] fongster, greeting for [[grazious]] oras
  as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring?
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  as usual: [[Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring]]?
 
  Sergo, search me, the incapable reparteed with a selfevitant
 
  Sergo, search me, the incapable reparteed with a selfevitant
 
  subtlety so obviously spurious and, raising his hair, [[after the grace|after the
 
  subtlety so obviously spurious and, raising his hair, [[after the grace|after the
 
]][[after the grace|grace]], with the christmas under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser
 
]][[after the grace|grace]], with the christmas under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser
 
  and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a prance
 
  and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a prance

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continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all marry-
voising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he said,
reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable, trans-
accidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a divi-
dual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only,
mortal) but with each word that would not pass away the squid-
self which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world
waned chagreenold and doriangrayer in its dudhud. This exists
that isits after having been said we know. And dabal take dab-
nal! And the dal dabal dab aldanabal! So perhaps, agglaggagglo-
meratively asaspenking, after all and arklast fore arklyst on his
last public misappearance, circling the square, for the deathfête
of Saint Ignaceous Poisonivy, of the Fickle Crowd (hopon the
sexth day of Hogsober, killim our king, layum low !) and brandish-
ing his bellbearing stylo, the shining keyman of the wilds of
change, if what is sauce for the zassy is souse for the zazimas,the
blond cop who thought it was ink was out of his depth but
bright in the main.
    Petty constable Sistersen of the Kruis-Kroon-Kraal it was, the 
parochial watch, big the dog the dig the bog the bagger the
dugger the begadag degabug, who had been detailed from pollute
stoties to save him, this the quemquem, that the quum, from the
ligatureliablous effects of foul clay in little clots and mobmauling
on looks, that wrongcountered the tenderfoot an eveling near
the livingsmeansuniumgetherum, Knockmaree, Comty Mea, reel-
ing more to the right than he lurched to the left, on his way from
a protoprostitute (he would always have a (stp!) little pigeoness
somewhure with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt)
just as he was butting in rand the coyner of bad times under a
hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship
through his boardelhouse fongster, greeting for grazious oras
as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring?
Sergo, search me, the incapable reparteed with a selfevitant
subtlety so obviously spurious and, raising his hair, after the
grace, with the christmas under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser
and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a prance