| laddios). Yaa hoo how how, col? Whom battles joined no bottles | 1 |
| sever! Worn't you aid a comp? | 2 |
| BUTT (in his difficoltous tresdobremient, he feels a bitvalike a | 3 |
| baddlefall of staot but falls a batforlake a borrlefull of bare). And | 4 |
| me awlphul omegrims! Between me rassociations in the postlea- | 5 |
| deny past and me disconnections with aplompervious futules | 6 |
| I've a boodle full of maimeries in me buzzim and medears runs | 7 |
| sloze, bleime, as I now with platoonic leave recoil in (how the | 8 |
| thickens they come back to one to rust!) me misenary post for | 9 |
| all them old boyars that's now boomaringing in waulholler, me | 10 |
| alma marthyrs. I dring to them, bycorn spirits fuselaiding, and | 11 |
| you cullies adjutant, even where its contentsed wody, with | 12 |
| absents wehrmuth. Junglemen in agleement, I give thee our | 13 |
| greatly swooren, Theoccupant that Rueandredful, the thrown- | 14 |
| fullvner and all our royal devouts with the arrest of the whole | 15 |
| inhibitance of Neuilands! One brief mouth. And a velligoolap- | 16 |
| now! Meould attashees the currgans, (if they could get a kick at | 17 |
| this time for all that's hapenced to us!) Cedric said Gormleyson | 18 |
| and Danno O'Dunnochoo and Conno O'Cannochar it is this | 19 |
| were their names for we were all under that manner barracksers | 20 |
| on Kong Gores Wood together, thurkmen three, with those | 21 |
| khakireinettes, our miladies in their toileries, the twum plum- | 22 |
| yumnietcies, Vjeras Vjenaskayas, of old Djadja Uncken who | 23 |
| was a great mark for jinking and junking, up the palposes of | 24 |
| womth and wamth, we war, and the charme of their lyse brocade. | 25 |
| For lispias harth a burm in eye but whem it bames fire norone | 26 |
| screeneth. Hulp, hulp, huzzars! Raise ras tryracy! Freetime's | 27 |
| free! Up Lancesters! Anathem! | 28 |
| TAFF (who still senses that heavinscent houroines that enter- | 29 |
| trained him who they were sinuorivals from the sunny Espionia but | 30 |
| plied wopsy with his wallets in thatthack of the bustle Bakerloo, | 31 |
| (11.32), passing the uninational truthbosh in smoothing irony over | 32 |
| the multinotcheralled infructuosities of his grinner set). The rib, | 33 |
| the rib, the quean of oldbyrdes, Sinya Sonyavitches! Your | 34 |
| Rhoda Cockardes that are raday to embrace our ruddy inflamtry | 35 |
| world! In their ohosililesvienne biribarbebeway. Till they've | 36 |