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horses, for we also know, what we have perused from the pages | horses, for we also know, what we have perused from the pages | ||
of <I>I Was A Gemral</I>, that Showting up of Bulsklivism by 'Schot- | of <I>I Was A Gemral</I>, that Showting up of Bulsklivism by 'Schot- | ||
| − | tenboum', that Father Michael about this red time of the white | + | tenboum', that Father Michael about this red time of the [[white terror|white]] |
| − | terror equals the old regime and Margaret is the social revolution | + | [[white terror|terror]] equals the old regime and Margaret is the social revolution |
while cakes mean the party funds and dear thank you signifies | while cakes mean the party funds and dear thank you signifies | ||
national gratitude. In fine, we have heard, as it happened, of | national gratitude. In fine, we have heard, as it happened, of | ||
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affect, as singsing so Salaman susuing to swittvitles while as un- bluffingly blurtubruskblunt as an Esra, the cat, the cat's meeter, the meeter's cat's wife, the meeter's cat's wife's half better, the meeter's cat's wife's half better's meeter, and so back to our horses, for we also know, what we have perused from the pages of I Was A Gemral, that Showting up of Bulsklivism by 'Schot- tenboum', that Father Michael about this red time of the white terror equals the old regime and Margaret is the social revolution while cakes mean the party funds and dear thank you signifies national gratitude. In fine, we have heard, as it happened, of Spartacus intercellular. We are not corknered yet,dead hand! We can recall, with voluntears, the froggy jew, and sweeter far 'twere now westhinks in Dumbil's fair city ere one more year is o'er. We tourned our coasts to the good gay tunes. When from down swords the sea merged the oldowth guns and answer made the bold O' Dwyer. But. Est modest in verbos. Let a prostitute be whoso stands before a door and winks or parks herself in the fornix near a makeussin wall (sinsin! sinsin!) and the curate one who brings strong waters (gingin! gingin!), but also, and dinna forget, that there is many asleeps between someathome's first and moreinausland's last and that the beautiful presence of wait- ing kates will until life's (!) be more than enough to make any milkmike in the language of sweet tarts punch hell's hate into his twin nicky and that Maggy's tea, or your majesty, if heard as a boost from a born gentleman is (?). For if the lingo gasped between kicksheets, however basically English, were to be preached from the mouths of wickerchurchwardens and metaphysicians in the row and advokaatoes, allvoyous, demivoyelles, languoaths, les- biels, dentelles, gutterhowls and furtz, where would their prac- tice be or where the human race itself were the Pythagorean ses- quipedalia of the panepistemion, however apically Volapucky, grunted and gromwelled, ichabod, habakuk, opanoff, uggamyg, hapaxle, gomenon, ppppfff, over country stiles, behind slated dwellinghouses, down blind lanes, or, when all fruit fails, under some sacking left on a coarse cart? So hath been, love: tis tis: and will be: till wears and tears and
