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be silent or Macfarlane lack of lamentation? He lay under leagues | be silent or Macfarlane lack of lamentation? He lay under leagues | ||
of it in deep Bartholoman's Deep. | of it in deep Bartholoman's Deep. | ||
| − | + | Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune! Vikeroy Besights Smucky | |
Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner | Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner | ||
Fathach I Fiounnisgehaven. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out | Fathach I Fiounnisgehaven. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out | ||
Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue. | Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue. | ||
| − | + | But, their bright little contemporaries notwithstanding, on | |
the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued ex- | the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued ex- | ||
patriate, aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto | patriate, aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto | ||
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being litten for the long (O land, how long!) lifesnight, with | being litten for the long (O land, how long!) lifesnight, with | ||
suffusion of fineglass transom and leadlight panes. | suffusion of fineglass transom and leadlight panes. | ||
| − | + | Wherefore let it hardly by any being thinking be said either or | |
thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice, were he an Ivor | thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice, were he an Ivor | ||
the Boneless or an Olaf the Hide, was at his best a onestone par- | the Boneless or an Olaf the Hide, was at his best a onestone par- | ||
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beetly dead whether by land whither by water. Transocean
atalaclamoured him; The latter! The latter! Shall their hope then
be silent or Macfarlane lack of lamentation? He lay under leagues
of it in deep Bartholoman's Deep.
Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune! Vikeroy Besights Smucky
Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner
Fathach I Fiounnisgehaven. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out
Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue.
But, their bright little contemporaries notwithstanding, on
the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued ex-
patriate, aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto
the duke of beavers, (you may have seen some liquidamber exude
exotic from a balsam poplar at Parteen-a-lax Limestone. Road
and cried Abies Magnifica! not, noble fir?) a quarter of nine,
imploring his resipiency, saw the infallible spike of smoke's jutstiff
punctual from the seventh gable of our Quintus Centimachus'
porphyroid buttertower and then thirsty p.m. with oaths upon
his lastingness (En caecos harauspices! Annos longos patimur!) the
lamps of maintenance, beaconsfarafield innerhalf the zuggurat, all
brevetnamed, the wasting wyvern, the tawny of his mane, the
swinglowswaying bluepaw, the outstanding man, the lolllike lady,
being litten for the long (O land, how long!) lifesnight, with
suffusion of fineglass transom and leadlight panes.
Wherefore let it hardly by any being thinking be said either or
thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice, were he an Ivor
the Boneless or an Olaf the Hide, was at his best a onestone par-
able, a rude breathing on the void of to be, a venter hearing his
own bauchspeech in backwords, or, more strictly, but tristurned
initials, the cluekey to a worldroom beyond the roomwhorld, for
scarce one, or pathetically few of his dode canal sammenlivers
cared seriously or for long to doubt with Kurt Iuld van Dijke
(the gravitational pull perceived by certain fixed residents and
the capture of uncertain comets chancedrifting through our sys-
tem suggesting an authenticitatem of his aliquitudinis) the canoni-
city of his existence as a tesseract. Be still, O quick! Speak him 35
dumb! Hush ye fronds of Ulma!
