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             where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis- 
             sers moony, Minnikin passe. 
    Jute. -  Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory- 
             shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba- 
             ges on to soil here. 
    Mutt. -  Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a 
             riverpool. 
    Jute. -  Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like? 
    Mutt. -  Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum 
             rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn, 
             with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton 
             on, did Brian d' of Linn. 
    Jute. -  Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly 
             forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat- 
             what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um- 
             scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed. 
    Mutt. -  Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink 
             roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde 
             ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone 
             to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where 
             wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of 
             signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to 
             whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr. 
             Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering 
             rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence: 
             hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of 
             livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as 
             flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of 
             whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges 
             to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize! 
    Jute. -  'Stench! 
    Mutt. -  Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an' 
             everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great- 
             grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig, 
             drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound 
             seemetery which iz leebez luv.