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the whole, the meaning of every word of a phrase so far de-1
ciphered out of it, however unfettered our Irish daily indepen-2
dence, we must vaunt no idle dubiosity as to its genuine author-3
ship and holusbolus authoritativeness. And let us bringtheecease4
to beakerings on that clink, olmond bottler! On the face of it,5
to volt back to our desultory horses, and for your roughshod6
mind, bafflelost bull, the affair is a thing once for all done and7
there you are somewhere and finished in a certain time, be it a8
day or a year or even supposing, it should eventually turn out9
to be a serial number of goodness gracious alone knows how10
many days or years. Anyhow, somehow and somewhere, before11
the bookflood or after her ebb, somebody mentioned by name in12
his telephone directory, Coccolanius or Gallotaurus, wrote it,13
wrote it all, wrote it all down, and there you are, full stop. O,14
undoubtedly yes, and very potably so, but one who deeper thinks15
will always bear in the baccbuccus of his mind that this down-16
right there you are and there it is is only all in his eye. Why?17
    Because, Soferim Bebel, if it goes to that, (and dormerwindow 18
gossip will cry it from the housetops no surelier than the writing19
on the wall will hue it to the mod of men that mote in the main20
street) every person, place and thing in the chaosmos of Alle21
anyway connected with the gobblydumped turkery was moving22
and changing every part of the time: the travelling inkhorn23
(possibly pot), the hare and turtle pen and paper, the continually24
more and less intermisunderstanding minds of the anticollabora-25
tors, the as time went on as it will variously inflected, differently26
pronounced, otherwise spelled, changeably meaning vocable27
scriptsigns. No, so holp me Petault, it is not a miseffectual why-28
acinthinous riot of blots and blurs and bars and balls and hoops29
and wriggles and juxtaposed jottings linked by spurts of speed:30
it only looks as like it as damn it; and, sure, we ought really to31
rest thankful that at this deleteful hour of dungflies dawning we32
have even a written on with dried ink scrap of paper at all to show33
for ourselves, tare it or leaf it, (and we are lufted to ourselves as34
the soulfisher when he led the cat out of the bout) after all that35
we lost and plundered of it even to the hidmost coignings of the36