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me there title to where was a hovel not a havel (the first rattle of
his juniverse) with a tingtumtingling and a next, next and next
(gin a paddy? got a petty? gussies, gif it ope?), while itch ish
shome.
             My God, alas, that dear olt tumtum home 
        Whereof in youthfood port I preyed 
        Amook the verdigrassy convict vallsall dazes. 
        And cloitered for amourmeant in thy boosome shede! 
    His mouthfull of ecstasy (for Shing-Yung-Thing in Shina from 
Yoruyume across the Timor Sea), herepong (maladventure!) shot
pinging up through the errorooth of his wisdom (who thought
him a Fonar all, feastking of shellies by googling Lovvey, regally
freytherem, eagelly plumed, and wasbut gumboil owrithy prods
wretched some horsery megee plods coffin acid odarkery pluds
dense floppens mugurdy) as thought it had been zawhen intwo.
Wholly sanguish blooded up disconvulsing the fixtures of his
fizz. Apang which his tempory chewer med him a crazy chump
of a Haveajube Sillayass. Joshua Croesus, son of Nunn! Though
he shall live for millions of years a life of billions of years, from
their roseaced glows to their violast lustres, he shall not forget
that pucking Pugases. Holihowlsballs and bloody acres! Like
gnawthing unheardth!
    But, by Jove Chronides, Seed of Summ, after at he had bate 
his breastplates for, forforget, forforgetting his birdsplace, it was
soon that, that he, that he rehad himself. By a prayer? No, that
comes later. By contrite attrition? Nay, that we passed. Mid
esercizism? So is richt.
    And it was so. And Malthos Moramor resumed his soul. With: 
Go Ferchios off to Allad out of this! An oldsteinsong. He threwed
his fit up to his aers, rolled his poligone eyes, snivelled from his
snose and blew the guff out of his hornypipe. The hopjoimt jerk
of a ladle broom jig that he learned in locofoco when a redhot
turnspite he. Under reign of old Roastin the Bowl Ratskillers,
readyos! Why was that man for he's doin her wrong! Lookery
looks, how he's knots in his entrails! Mookery mooks, it's a
grippe of his gripes. Seekeryseeks, why his biting he's head off?