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Jump to navigationJump to searchwar moans, special sighs, longsufferings of longstanding, ahs ohs
ouis sis jas jos gias neys thaws sos, yeses and yeses and yeses, to
which, if one has the stomach to add the breakages, upheavals
distortions, inversions of all this chambermade music one stands,
given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the
whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder, self exiled in upon
his ego,a nightlong a shaking betwixtween white or reddr haw-
rors, noondayterrorised to skin and bone by an ineluctable phan-
tom (may the Shaper have mercery on him !) writing the mystery
of himsel in furniture.
Of course our low hero was a self valeter by choice of need so
up he got up whatever is meant by a stourbridge clay kitchen-
ette and lithargogalenu fowlhouse for the sake of akes (the
umpple does not fall very far from the dumpertree) which the
moromelodious jigsmith, in defiance of the Uncontrollable Birth
Preservativation (Game and Poultry) Act, playing lallaryrook
cookerynook, by the dodginess of his lentern, brooled and cocked
and potched in an athanor, whites and yolks and yilks and whotes
to the frulling fredonnance of Mas blanca que la blanca hermana
and Amarilla, muy bien, with cinnamon and locusts and wild bees-
wax and liquorice and Carrageen moss and blaster of Barry's and
Asther's mess and Huster's micture and Yellownan's embrocation
and Pinkingtone's patty and stardust and sinner's tears, acuredent
to Sharadan's Art of Panning, chanting, for all regale to the like
of the legs he left behind with Litty fun Letty fan Leven, his
cantraps of fermented words, abracadabra calubra culorum, (his
oewfs à la Madame Gabrielle de l'Eglise, his avgs à la Mistress
B. de B. Meinfelde, his eiers Usquadmala à la pomme de ciel,
his uoves, oves and uves à la Sulphate de Soude, his ochiuri
sowtay sowmmonay a la Monseigneur, his soufflosion of oogs
with somekat on toyast à la Mère Puard, his Poggadovies alla
Fenella, his Frideggs à la Tricarême) in what was meant for a
closet (Ah ho! If only he had listened better to the four masters
that infanted him Father Mathew and Le Père Noble and Pastor
Lucas and Padre Aguilar —— not forgetting Layteacher Baudwin!
Ah ho!) His costive Satan's antimonian manganese limolitmious
