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to scherts. 1 Scholium, there are trist sigheds to 1
everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to 2
the feared. Qued? Mother of us all! O, dear 3
me, look at that now! I don't know is it your 4
spictre or my omination but I'm glad you 5
dimentioned it ! My Lourde ! My Lourde ! If 6
that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see ! And 7
a superpbosition ! Quoint a quincidence ! O.K. 8
Canine Venus Omnius Kollidimus. As Ollover Krumwall 9
sublimated to sayed when he slepped ueber his grannya- 10
Aulidic mother. Kangaroose feathers. Who in the name 11
Aphrodite. of thunder'd ever belevin you were that bolt? 12
But you're holy mooxed and gaping up the 13
wrong palce 2 as if you was seeheeing the gheist 14
that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop 15
domefool! Where's your belested loiternan's 16
lamp? You must lap wandret down the bluish- 17
ing refluction below. Her trunk's not her brain- 18
box. Hear where the bolgylines, Yseen here the 19
puncture. So he done it. Luck! See her good. 20
Exclusivism: the Well, well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that's 21
Ors, Sors and very lovely ! We like Simperspreach Hammel- 22
Fors, which? tones to fellow Selvertunes O'Haggans. 3 When 23
he rolls over his ars and shows the hise of his 24
heels. Vely lovely entilely! Like a yangsheep- 25
slang with the tsifengtse. So analytical plaus- 26
ible ! And be the powers of Moll Kelly, neigh- 27
bour topsowyer, it will be a lozenge to me all 28
my lauffe. 4 More better twofeller we been speak 29
copperads. Ever thought about Guinness's? 30
And the regrettable Parson Rome's advice?             31
            1 Hen's bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
            2 I call that a scumhead.
            3 Pure chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble. Gee
    each owe tea eye smells fish. That's U.
            4 The Doodles family, , , , , , , . Hoodle doodle,