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by Waterhose's Meddle Europeic Time, near Stop and Think,1
high chief evervirens and only abfalltree in auld the land) there2
was not as much light from the widowed moon as would dim a3
child's altar. The mixer, accordingly, was bluntly broached, and4
in the best basel to boot, as to whether he was one of those5
lucky cocks for whom the audible-visible-gnosible-edible world6
existed. That he was only too cognitively conatively cogitabun-7
dantly sure of it because, living, loving, breathing and sleeping8
morphomelosophopancreates, as he most significantly did, when-9
ever he thought he heard he saw he felt he made a bell clipper-10
clipperclipperclipper. Whether he was practically sure too of his11
lugs and truies names in this king and blouseman business? That12
he was pediculously so. Certified? As cad could be. Be lying! Be13
the lonee I will. It was Morbus O' Somebody? A'Quite. Szer-14
day's Son? A satyr in weddens. And how did the greeneyed15
mister arrive at the B.A.? That it was like his poll. A cross-16
grained trapper with murty odd oogs, awflorated ares, inquiline17
nase and a twithcherous mouph? He would be. Who could bit18
you att to a tenyerdfuul when aastalled? Ballera jobbera. Some19
majar bore too? Iguines. And with tumblerous legs, redipnomi-20
nated Helmingham Erchenwyne Rutter Egbert Crumwall Odin21
Maximus Esme Saxon Esa Vercingetorix Ethelwulf Rupprecht22
Ydwalla Bentley Osmund Dysart Yggdrasselmann? Holy Saint23
Eiffel, the very phoenix! It was Chudley Magnall once more24
between the deffodates and the dumb scene? The two childspies25
waapreesing him auza de Vologue but the renting of his rock26
was from the three wicked Vuncouverers Forests bent down27
awhits, arthou sure? Yubeti, Cumbilum comes! One of the ox-28
men's thingabossers, hvad? And had he been refresqued by the29
founts of bounty playing there       is       a       pain       aleland in30
Long's gourgling barral? A loss of Lordedward and a lack of sir-31
philip a surgeonet showeradown could suck more gargling32
bubbles out of the five lamps in Portterand's praise. Wirrgeling33
and maries? As whose wouldn't, laving his leaftime in Black-34
pool. But, of course, he could call himself Tem, too, if he had35
time to? You butt he could anytom. When he pleased? Win and36