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granyou and Vae Vinctis, if that is what lamoor that of gentle  1
breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it's  2
life that's all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven  3
help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced  4
diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improv-  5
ing of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted  6
before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in-  7
dices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay, and there is no use for your  8
pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood  9
claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green 1 to take 10
warning by the prispast, why?, by cows :. man, in shirt, is how 11
he is più la gonna è mobile and .: they wonet do ut; and, an you 12
could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded 13
goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was 14
you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a 15
jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands 16
derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that 17
but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled à la Mer 18
pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman 19
would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words 20
whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and 21
equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your 22
launer's lightsome or your soulard's schwearmood, it is that, 23
whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will 24
hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as 25
dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to 26
the march of a landsmaul, 2 in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on- 27
ward 3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi- 28
cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of 29
whisth to you sternly how       Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic 30
yearlings       you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line 31
somewhawre) 32
    1 Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral.
    2 Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.
    3 Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag'll row!