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     — Plenty. If you wend farranoch. 
     — There fell some fall of littlewinter snow, holy-as-ivory, 
I gather, jesse?
     — By snaachtha clocka. The nicest at all. In hilly-and-even 
zimalayars.
     — Did it not blow some gales, westnass or ostscent, rather 
strongly to less, allin humours out of turn, jusse as they rose and
sprungen?
     — Out of all jokes it did. Pipep! Icecold. Brr na brr, ny prr! 
Lieto galumphantes!
— Stll cllng! Nmr! Peace, Pacific! Do you happen to recollect
whether Muna, that highlucky nackt, was shining at all?
     — Sure she was, my midday darling!  And not one but a pair 
of pritty geallachers.
     — Quando? Quonda? Go datey! 
     — Latearly! Latearly! Latearly! Latearly! 
     — That was latterlig certainly. And was there frostwork 
about and thick weather and hice, soon calid, soon frozen, cold on
warm but moistly dry, and a boatshaped blanket of bruma air-
sighs and hellstohns and flammballs and vodashouts and every-
thing to please everybody?
     — Hail many fell of greats! Horey morey smother of fog! 
There was, so plays your ahrtides. Absolutely boiled.
Obsoletely cowled. Julie and Lulie at their parkiest.
     — The amenities, the amenities of the amenities with all their 
amenities. And the firmness of the formous of the famous of the
fumous of the first fog in Maidanvale?
     — Catchecatche and couchamed! 
     — From Miss Somer's nice dream back to Mad Winthrop's 
delugium stramens. One expects that kind of rimey feeling in the
sire season?
     — One certainly does. Desire, for hire, would tire a shire, 
phone, phunkel, or wire. And mares.
     — Of whitecaps any? 
     — Foamflakes flockfuyant from Foxrock to Finglas. 
     — A lambskip for the marines! Paronama! The entire hori-