shamiana, how few or how many of the most venerated public | 1 |
impostures, how very many piously forged palimpsests slipped | 2 |
in the first place by this morbid process from his pelagiarist pen? | 3 |
    Be that as it may, but for that light phantastic of his gnose's | 4 |
glow as it slid lucifericiously within an inch of its page (he would | 5 |
touch at its from time to other, the red eye of his fear in | 6 |
saddishness, to ensign the colours by the beerlitz in his mathness | 7 |
and his educandees to outhue to themselves in the cries of girl- | 8 |
glee: gember ! inkware ! chonchambre ! cinsero ! zinnzabar ! tinc- | 9 |
ture and gin!) Nibs never would have quilled a seriph to | 10 |
sheepskin. By that rosy lampoon's effluvious burning and with | 11 |
help of the simulchronic flush in his pann (a ghinee a ghirk he | 12 |
ghets there!) he scrabbled and scratched and scriobbled and | 13 |
skrevened nameless shamelessness about everybody ever he met, | 14 |
even sharing a precipitation under the idlish tarriers' umbrella | 15 |
of a showerproof wall, while all over up and down the four | 16 |
margins of this rancid Shem stuff the evilsmeller (who was | 17 |
devoted to Uldfadar Sardanapalus) used to stipple endlessly | 18 |
inartistic portraits of himself in the act of reciting old | 19 |
Nichiabelli's monolook interyerear Hanno, o Nonanno, acce'l | 20 |
brubblemm'as, ser Autore, q.e.d., a heartbreakingly handsome | 21 |
young paolo with love lyrics for the goyls in his eyols, a plain- | 22 |
tiff's tanner vuice, a jucal inkome of one hundred and thirtytwo | 23 |
dranchmas per yard from Broken Hill stranded estate, Came- | 24 |
breech mannings, cutting a great dash in a brandnew two guinea | 25 |
dress suit and a burled hogsford hired for a Fursday evenin | 26 |
merry pawty, anna loavely long pair of inky Italian moostarshes | 27 |
glistering with boric vaseline and frangipani. Puh! How un- | 28 |
whisperably so! | 29 |
    The house O'Shea or O'Shame, Quivapieno, known as the | 30 |
Haunted Inkbottle, no number Brimstone Walk, Asia in Ireland, | 31 |
as it was infested with the raps, with his penname SHUT sepia- | 32 |
scraped on the doorplate and a blind of black sailcloth over its | 33 |
wan phwinshogue, in which the soulcontracted son of the secret | 34 |
cell groped through life at the expense of the taxpayers, dejected | 35 |
into day and night with jesuit bark and bitter bite, calico- | 36 |