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luftsucks woabling around with the hedrolics in the coold amstop-1
here till the borting that would perish the Dane and his chapter2
of accidents to be atramental to the better half of my alltoolyrical3
health, not considering my capsflap, and that's the truth now out4
of the cackling bag for truly sure, for another thing, I never could5
tell the leest falsehood that would truthfully give sotisfiction. I'm6
not talking apple sauce eithou. Or up in my hat. I earnst. Schue!7
    Sissibis dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago 8
in Tennis Flonnels Mac Courther, his correspondance, besated9
upon my tripos, and just thinking like thauthor how long I'd like10
myself to be continued at Hothelizod, peeking into the focus and11
pecking at thumbnail reveries, pricking up ears to my phono on12
the ground and picking up airs from th'other over th'ether, 'tis13
tramsported with grief I am this night sublime, as you may see14
by my size and my brow that's all forehead, to go forth, frank15
and hoppy, to the tune the old plow tied off, from our nostorey16
house, upon this benedictine errand but it is historically the most17
glorious mission, secret or profund, through all the annals of our18
      as you so often term her       efferfreshpainted livy, in beautific19
repose, upon the silence of the dead, from pharoph the nextfirst20
down to ramescheckles the last bust thing. The Vico road goes21
round and round to meet where terms begin. Still onappealed22
to by the cycles and unappalled by the recoursers we feel all23
serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full of my24
breadth from pride I am (breezed be the healthy same!) for 'tis a25
grand thing (superb!) to be going to meet a king, not an every-26
night king, nenni, by gannies, but the overking of Hither-on-27
Thither Erin himself, pardee, I'm saying. Before there was patch28
at all on Ireland there lived a lord at Lucan. We only wish29
everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are30
of everything in the newlywet fellow that's bound to follow. I'll31
lay you a guinea for a hayseed now. Tell mother that. And tell32
her tell her old one. 'Twill amuse her.33
    Well, to the figends of Annanmeses with the wholeabuelish 34
business! For I declare to Jeshuam I'm beginning to get sunsick!35
I'm not half Norawain for nothing. The fine ice so temperate36