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Reeve Gootch was right and Reeve Drughad was sinistrous! And
the cut of him! And the strut of him! How he used to hold his
head as high as a howeth, the famous eld duke alien, with a hump
of grandeur on him like a walking wiesel rat. And his derry's
own drawl and his corksown blather and his doubling stutter
and his gullaway swank. Ask Lictor Hackett or Lector Reade
of Garda Growley or the Boy with the Billyclub. How elster is
he a called at all? Qu'appelle? Huges Caput Earlyfouler. Or
where was he born or how was he found? Urgothland, Tvistown
on the Kattekat? New Hunshire, Concord on the Merrimake?
Who blocksmitt her saft anvil or yelled lep to her pail? Was her
banns never loosened in Adam and Eve's or were him and her
but captain spliced? For mine ether duck I thee drake. And by
my wildgaze I thee gander. Flowey and Mount on the brink of
time makes wishes and fears for a happy isthmass. She can show
all her lines, with love, license to play. And if they don't remarry
that hook and eye may! O, passmore that and oxus another! Don
Dom Dombdomb and his wee follyo! Was his help inshored in
the Stork and Pelican against bungelars, flu and third risk par-
ties? I heard he dug good tin with his doll, delvan first and duvlin
after, when he raped her home, Sabrine asthore, in a parakeet's
cage, by dredgerous lands and devious delts, playing catched and
mythed with the gleam of her shadda, (if a flic had been there to
pop up and pepper him!) past auld min's manse and Maisons
Allfou and the rest of incurables and the last of immurables, the
quaggy waag for stumbling. Who sold you that jackalantern's
tale? Pemmican's pasty pie! Not a grasshoop to ring her, not an
antsgrain of ore. In a gabbard he barqued it, the boat of life,
from the harbourless Ivernikan Okean, till he spied the loom of
his landfall and he loosed two croakers from under his tilt, the
gran Phenician rover. By the smell of her kelp they made the
pigeonhouse. Like fun they did! But where was Himself, the
timoneer? That marchantman he suivied their scutties right over
the wash, his cameleer's burnous breezing up on him, till with
his runagate bowmpriss he roade and borst her bar. Pilcomayo!
Suchcaughtawan! And the whale's away with the grayling! Tune