tered, for a dillon a dollar,1 chanching letters for them vice o'verse | 1 |
to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and | 2 |
doublecressing twofold thruths and devising tingling tailwords | 3 |
too whilest, cunctant that another would finish his sentence for | 4 |
him, he druider would smilabit eggways2 ned, he, to don't say | 5 |
nothing, would, so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, | 6 |
trying to undo with his teeth the knots made by his tongue, | 7 |
retelling humself by the math hour, long as he's brood reel of | 8 |
funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund | 9 |
thoughts and the thirds the charmhim girlalove and fourther- | 10 |
more and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and | 11 |
proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes, in fine the whole | 12 |
damning letter; and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland's | 13 |
leinster3 of saved and solomnones for the twicedhecame time, off | 14 |
Lipton's strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a tan soute of | 15 |
sails4 he converted it's nataves, name saints, young ordnands, | 16 |
maderaheads and old unguished P.T. Publikums, through the | 17 |
medium of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put off the barcelonas5 | 18 |
from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and | 19 |
kiss on their bottes (Master!) as often as they came within blood- | 20 |
shot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine | 21 |
way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum | 22 |
dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu,6 and that | 23 |
same galloroman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of | 24 |
landhavemiseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in | 25 |
spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawn, all the brile, that | 26 |
was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our | 27 |
massangrey if mosshungry people, the at Wickerworks,7 still hold | 28 |
1 An ounceworth of onions for a pennyawealth of sobs. | |
2 Who brought us into the yellow world! | |
3 Because it's run on the mountain and river system. | |
4 When all them allied sloopers was ventitillated in their poppos and, | |
sliding down by creek and veek, stole snaking out to sea. | |
5 They were plumped and plumed and jerried and citizens and racers, and | |
cinnamonhued. | |
6 Creeping Crawleys petery parley, banished to his native Ireland from | |
erring under Ryan. | |
7 Had our retrospectable fearfurther gatch mutchtatches? |