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     — Were you with Sindy and Sandy attending Goliath, a bull? 
     — You'd make me sag what you like to. I was intending a 
funeral. Simply and samply.
     — They are too wise of solbing their silbings? 
     — And both croon to the same theme. 
     — Tugbag is Baggut's, when a crispin sokolist besoops juts 
kamps or clapperclaws an irvingite offthedocks. A luckchange, I
see. Thinking young through the muddleage spread, the moral
fat his mental leans on. We can cop that with our straat that is
called corkscrewed. It would be the finest boulevard billy for a
mile in every direction, from Lismore to Cape Brendan, Patrick's,
if they took the bint out of the mittle of it. You told of a tryst
too, two a tutu. I wonder now, without releasing seeklets of the
alcove, turturs or raabraabs, have I heard mention of whose name
anywhere? Mallowlane or Demaasch? Strike us up either end
Have You Erred off Van Homper or Ebell Teresa Kane.
     — Marak! Marak! Marak! 
     He drapped has draraks an Mansianhase parak 
     And he had ta barraw tha watarcrass shartclaths aff the ark- 
bashap af Yarak!
     — Braudribnob's on the bummel? 
     — And lillypets on the lea. 
     — A being again in becomings again. From the sallies to 
the allies through their central power?
     — Pirce! Perce! Quick! Queck! 
     — O Tara's thrush, the sharepusher! And he said he was only 
taking the average grass temperature for green Thurdsday, the
blutchy scaliger! Who you know the musselman, his muscle
mum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo Mum! He loves
a drary lane. Feel Phylliscitations to daff Mr Hairwigger who
has just hadded twinned little curls! He was resting between
horrockses' sheets, wailing for white warfare, prooboor welsht-
breton, and unbiassed by the embarrassment of disposal but, the
first woking day,by Thunder, he stepped into the breach and put
on his recriution trousers and riding apron in Baltic Bygrad, the
old soggy, was when the bold bhuoys of Iran wouldn't join up.