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cup of scald! You could trot a mouse on it. I ingoyed your pick
of hissing hot luncheon fine, I did, thanks awfully, (sublime!)
Tenderest bully ever I ate with the boiled protestants (allinoilia
allinoilia!) only for your peas again was a taste of tooth psalty to
carry flavour with my godown and hereby return with my best
savioury condiments and a penny in the plate for the jemes.
O.K. Oh Kosmos! Ah Ireland! A.I. And for kailkannonkabbis
gimme Cincinnatis with Italian (but ci vuol poco!) ciccalick cheese,
Haggis good, haggis strong, haggis never say die! For quid we
have recipimus, recipe, O lout! And save that, Oliviero, for thy
sunny day! Soupmeagre! Couldn't look at it! But if you'll buy me
yon coat of the vairy furry best, I'll try and pullll it awn mee. It's in
fairly good order and no doubt 'twill sarve to turn. Remove this
boardcloth! Next stage, tell the tabler, for a variety of Hugue-
not ligooms I'll try my set on edges grapeling an aigrydoucks,
grilled over birchenrods, with a few bloomancowls in albies.
I want to get outside monasticism. Mass and meat mar no man's
journey. Eat a missal lest. Nuts for the nerves, a flitch for the flue
and for to rejoice the chambers of the heart the spirits of the
spice isles, curry and cinnamon, chutney and cloves. All the vital-
mines is beginning to sozzle in chewn and the hormonies to
clingleclangle, fudgem, kates and eaps and naboc and erics and
oinnos on kingclud and xoxxoxo and xooxox xxoxoxxoxxx till
I'm fustfed like fungstif and very presently from now posthaste
it's off yourll see me ryuoll on my usual rounds again to draw
Terminus Lower and Killadown and Letternoosh, Letterspeak,
Lettermuck to Littorananima and the roomiest house even in
Ireland, if you can understamp that, and my next item's platform
it's how I'll try and collect my extraprofessional postages owing
to me by Thaddeus Kellyesque Squire, dr, for nondesirable
printed matter. The Jooks and the Kelly-Cooks have been
milking turnkeys and sucking the blood out of the marshalsea
since the act of First Offenders. But I know what I'll do. Great
pains off him I'll take and that'll be your redletterday calendar,
window machree! I'll knock it out of him! I'll stump it out of
him! I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll quit the doorstep of