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is how the reverend Coppinger, he visualises the hidebound
homelies of creed crux ethics. Watsch yourself tillicately every
morkning in your bracksullied twilette. The use of cold water,
testificates Dr Rutty, may be warmly recommended for the sug-
jugation of cungunitals loosed. Tolloll, schools!
     — Tallhell and Barbados wi ye and your Errian coprulation! 
Pelagiarist! Remonstrant Montgomeryite! Short lives to your
relatives! Y'are absexed, so y'are, with mackerglosia and mick-
roocyphyllicks.
     — Wait now, leixlep! I scent eggoarchicism. I vill take you 
to task. I don't follow you that far in your otherwise accurate
account. Was it esox lucius or salmo ferax? You are taxing us
into the driven future, are you not, with this ruttymaid fishery?
     — Lalia Lelia Lilia Lulia and lively lovely Lola Montez. 
     — Gubbernathor! That they say is a fenian on the secret. 
Named Parasol Irelly. Spawning ova and fry like a marrye
monach all amanygoround his seven parish churches! And
peopling the ribald baronies with dans, oges and conals!
     — Lift it now, Hosty! Hump's your mark! For a runnymede 
landing! A dondhering vesh vish, Magnam Carpam, es hit neat zoo?
     — There's an old psalmsobbing lax salmoner fogeyboren Herrin 
Plundehowse.
Who went floundering with his boatloads of spermin spunk about.
Leaping freck after every long tom and wet lissy between Howth and
Humbermouth.
Our Human Conger Eel!
     — Hep! I can see him in the fishnoo! Up wi'yer whippy! 
Hold that lad! Play him, Markandeyn! Bullhead!
     — Pull you, sir! Olive quill does it. Longeal of Malin, he'll 
cry before he's flayed. And his tear make newisland. Did a rise?
Way, lungfush! The great fin may cumule! Three threeth o'er
the wild! Manu ware!
     — He missed her mouth and stood into Dee, Romunculus 
Remus, plying the rape, so as now any bompriss's bound to get
up her if he pool her leg and bunk on her butt. No, he skid like
a skate and berthed on her byrnie and never a fear but they'll