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and Olaf’s lambtail for his

spokes-man circumscript a cyclone. Allow

ter! Hoop ! As round as the calf of an egg!

O, dear me! O, dear me now! Another

grand dis-cobely! After Makefearsome’s

Ocean. You’ve actuary entducked one!

Quok! Why, you haven’t a passer!

Fantastic! Early’ clever, surely doomed, to

Swift’s, alas, the galehus! Match of a

matchness, like your Bigdud dadder in the

boudeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar’s

Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in

the smukking precincts of lydias,2 with

Mary Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling

to edge his cropulence and Blake–Roche,

Kingston and Dockrell auriscenting him

from afurz, our papacocopotl,3 Abraham

Bradley King? (ting ting! ting ting!) By his magmasine fall. Lumps, lavas and all.4

Bene! But, thunder and turf, it’s not alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The mystery

repeats itself todate as our callback

mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to

a tanner,5 used to sing, as I think, now

and then consinuously over her possetpot

in her quer

1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids’ and dolls’ home. Makeacakeache. 2 A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.

3 Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning. 4 At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one 5 We’re all found of our anmal matter.

homolocous humminbass hesterdie and

The Vegetable

Cell and its

ist-herdie forivor.1 Vanissas Vanistatums!

Pri-vate

And for a night of thoughtsendyures and a

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day. As Great Shapesphere puns it. In

The haves and

the havenots:

effect, I re-mumble, from the yules gone

a distinction.

by, purr lil mur— rerof myhind, so she

used indeed. When she give me the

Sundaclouths she hung up for Tate and

Comyng and snuffed out the ghost in the

candle at his old game of haunt the

sleepper. Faithful departed. When I’m

dreaming back like that I begins to see

we’re only all telescopes. Or the

comeallyoum saunds. Like when I dromed

I was in Dairy and was wuckened up with

thump in thudderdown. Rest in peace !

But to return.2 What a wonder-ful

memory you have too ! Twonderful

morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring

town eau and curry nothung up my sleeve.

Now, springing quickenly from the

mudland-Loosh from Luccan with Allhim

as her Elder tetra-turn a somersault. All’s

fair on all fours, as my instructor unstrict me. Watch ! And you’ll have the whole

inkle. Allow, allow! Gyre O, gyre O,

gyrotundo ! Hop lala ! As umpty herum as

you seat! O, dear me, that was very nesse!

Very nace indeed! And makes us a

daintical pair of accomplasses! You, allus

for the kunst and me for omething with a

handel to it. Beve! Now, as will pressantly

be felt, there’s tew tricklesome poinds

where our twain of doubling bicirculars,

mating approxe-metely in their suite poi

and poi, dunloop into eath the ocher.

Lucihere ! I fee where you

1 Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.

2 Say where! A timbrelfill of twinkletinkle. mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun,

Zweispaltung

as

lemmas quatsch, vide pervoys akstiom,

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of Wiederher-

stickme punctum, but for semenal rations

stellung.

I’d likelong, by Araxes, to mack a capital

Pee for Pride down there on the batom1

where Hoddum and Heave, our

monsterbilker, balked his bawd of

parodies. And let you go, Airmienious,

and mick your modest mock Pie out of

Humbles up your end. Where your

apexojesus will be a point of order. With a

geing groan grunt and a croak click

cluck.2 And my faceage kink and kurkle

trying to make keek peep.3 Are you right

there, Michael, are you right? Do you

think you can hold on by sitting tight?

Well, of course, it’s awful angelous. Still I don’t feel it’s so dangelous. Ay, I’m right

here, Nickel,

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