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knows I have the highest of respect of annyone in my oweand
smooth way for that intellectual debtor (Obbligado!) Mushure
David R. Crozier. And we're the closest of chems. Mark my use
of you, cog! Take notice how I yemploy, crib! Be ware as you,
I foil, coppy! It's a pity he can't see it for I'm terribly nice about
him. Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade's flamme! A leal of the
O'Looniys, a Brazel aboo! The most omportent man! Shervos!
Ho, be the holy snakes, someone has shaved his rough diamond
skull for him as clean as Nuntius' piedish! The burnt out
mesh and the matting and all! Thunderweather, khyber schinker
escapa sansa pagar! He's the spatton spit, so he is, scaly skin
and all, with his blackguarded eye and the goatsbeard in
his buttinghole of Shemuel Tulliver, me grandsourd, the old
cruxader, when he off with his paudeen! That was to let the
crowd of the Flu Flux Fans behind him see me proper. Ah,
he's very thoughtful and sympatrico that way is Brother Intelli-
gentius, when he's not absintheminded, with his Paris addresse!
He is, really. Holdhard till you'll ear him clicking his bull's
bones! Some toad klakkin! You're welcome back, Wilkins,to
red berries in the frost! And here's the butter exchange to [[pfeife
and dramn ye]] with a bawlful of the Moulsaybaysse and yunker
doodler wanked to wall awriting off his phoney. I'm tired hair-
ing of you. Hat yourself! Give us your dyed dextremity here,
frother, the Claddagh clasp! I met with dapper dandy and he
shocked me big the hamd. Where's your watch keeper? You've
seen all sorts in shapes and sizes, marauding about the moppa-
mound. How's the cock and the bullfight? And old Auster and
Hungrig? And the Beer and Belly and the Boot and Ball? Not
forgetting the oils of greas under that turkey in julep and Father
Freeshots Feilbogen in his rockery garden with the costard? And
did you meet with Peadhar the Grab at all? And did you call on
Tower Geesyhus? Was Mona, my own love, no bigger than she
should be, making up to you in her bestbehaved manor when
you made your breastlaw and made her, tell me? And did you
like the landskip from Lambay? I'm better pleased than ten
guidneys! You rejoice me! Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit!