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of another time, a white horsday where the midril met the bulg,
sbogom, roughnow along about the first equinarx in the cholon-
der, on the plain of Khorason as thou goest from the mount of
Bekel, Steep Nemorn, elve hundred and therety and to years
how the krow flees end in deed, after a power of skimiskes,
blodidens and godinats of them, when we sight the beasts, (heg-
heg whatlk of wraimy wetter!), moist moonful date man aver
held dimsdzey death with, and higheye was in the Reilly Oirish
Krzerszonese Milesia asundurst Sirdarthar Woolwichleagues,
good tomkeys years somewhile in Crimealian wall samewhere
in Ayerland, during me weeping stillstumms over the freshprosts
of Eastchept and the dangling garters of Marrowbone and daring
my wapping stiltstunts on Bostion Moss, old stile and new style
and heave a lep onwards. And winn again, blaguadargoos, or
lues the day, plays goat, the banshee pealer, if moskats knows
whoss whizz, the great day and the druidful day come San
Patrisky and the grand day, the excellent fine splendorous long
agreeable toastworthy cylindrical day, go Sixt of the Ninth, the
heptahundread annam dammias that Hajizfijjiz ells me is and
will and was be till the timelag is in it that's told in the Bok of
Alam to columnkill all the prefacies of Erin gone brugk. But
Icantenue. And incommixtion. We was lowsome like till we'd
took out after the dead beats. So I begin to study and I soon
show them day's reasons how to give the cold shake to they
blighty perishers and lay one over the beats. All feller he look
he call all feller come longa villa finish. Toumbalo, how was
I acclapadad! From them banjopeddlars on the raid. Gidding
up me anti vanillas and getting off the stissas me aunties.
Boxerising and coxerusing. And swiping a johnny dann
sweept for to exercitise myself neverwithstanding the topkats
and his roaming cartridges, orussheying and patronning, out
all over Crummwiliam wall. Be the why it was me who haw
haw.
     TAFF (all for letting his tinder and lighting be put to beheiss in 
the feuer and, while durblinly obasiant to the felicias of the skivis,
Still smolking his fulvurite turfkish in the rooking pressance of