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Reeve Gootch was right and Reeve Drughad was sinistrous! And1
the cut of him! And the strut of him! How he used to hold his2
head as high as a howeth, the famous eld duke alien, with a hump3
of grandeur on him like a walking wiesel rat. And his derry's4
own drawl and his corksown blather and his doubling stutter5
and his gullaway swank. Ask Lictor Hackett or Lector Reade6
of Garda Growley or the Boy with the Billyclub. How elster is7
he a called at all? Qu'appelle? Huges Caput Earlyfouler. Or8
where was he born or how was he found? Urgothland, Tvistown9
on the Kattekat? New Hunshire, Concord on the Merrimake?10
Who blocksmitt her saft anvil or yelled lep to her pail? Was her11
banns never loosened in Adam and Eve's or were him and her12
but captain spliced? For mine ether duck I thee drake. And by13
my wildgaze I thee gander. Flowey and Mount on the brink of14
time makes wishes and fears for a happy isthmass. She can show15
all her lines, with love, license to play. And if they don't remarry16
that hook and eye may ! O, passmore that and oxus another! Don17
Dom Dombdomb and his wee follyo! Was his help inshored in18
the Stork and Pelican against bungelars, flu and third risk par-19
ties? I heard he dug good tin with his doll, delvan first and duvlin20
after, when he raped her home, Sabrine asthore, in a parakeet's21
cage, by dredgerous lands and devious delts, playing catched and22
mythed with the gleam of her shadda, (if a flic had been there to23
pop up and pepper him!) past auld min's manse and Maisons24
Allfou and the rest of incurables and the last of immurables, the25
quaggy waag for stumbling. Who sold you that jackalantern's26
tale? Pemmican's pasty pie! Not a grasshoop to ring her, not an27
antsgrain of ore. In a gabbard he barqued it, the boat of life,28
from the harbourless Ivernikan Okean, till he spied the loom of29
his landfall and he loosed two croakers from under his tilt, the30
gran Phenician rover. By the smell of her kelp they made the31
pigeonhouse. Like fun they did! But where was Himself, the32
timoneer? That marchantman he suivied their scutties right over33
the wash, his cameleer's burnous breezing up on him, till with34
his runagate bowmpriss he roade and borst her bar. Pilcomayo!35
Suchcaughtawan! And the whale's away with the grayling! Tune36