in your flesh. To tell how your mead of, mard, is made of. All old | 1 |
Dadgerson's dodges one conning one's copying and that's what | 2 |
wonderland's wanderlad'll flaunt to the fair. A trancedone boy- | 3 |
script with tittivits by. Ahem. You'll read it tomorrow, marn, | 4 |
when the curds on the table. A nigg for a nogg and a thrate for | 5 |
a throte. The auditor learns. Still pumping on Torkenwhite Rad- | 6 |
lumps, Lencs. In preplays to Anonymay's left hinted palinode | 7 |
obviously inspiterebbed by a sibspecious connexion. Note the | 8 |
notes of admiration! See the signs of suspicion! Count the hemi- | 9 |
semidemicolons! Screamer caps and invented gommas, quoites | 10 |
puntlost, forced to farce! The pipette will say anything at all for | 11 |
a change. And you know what aglove means in the Murdrus due- | 12 |
luct! Fewer to feud and rompant culotticism, a fugle for the glee- | 13 |
men and save, sit and sew. And a pants outsizinned on the | 14 |
Doughertys' duckboard pointing to peace at home. In some, | 15 |
lawanorder on lovinardor. Wait till we hear the Boy of Biskop | 16 |
reeling around your postoral lector! Epistlemadethemology for | 17 |
deep dorfy doubtlings. As we'll lay till break of day in the bunk of | 18 |
basky, O! Our island, Rome and duty! Well tried, buckstiff! Batt | 19 |
in, boot! Sell him a breach contact, the vendoror, the buylawyer | 20 |
One hyde, sack, hic! Two stick holst, Lucky! Finnish Make Goal! | 21 |
First you were Nomad, next you were Namar, now you're Nu- | 22 |
mah and it's soon you'll be Nomon. Hence counsels Ecclesiast. | 23 |
There's every resumption. The forgein offils is on the shove to | 24 |
lay you out dossier. Darby's in the yard, planning it on you, plot | 25 |
and edgings, the whispering peeler after cooks wearing an illfor- | 26 |
mation. The find of his kind! An artist, sir! And dirt cheap at | 27 |
a sovereign a skull! He knows his Finsbury Follies backwoods | 28 |
so you batter see to your regent refutation. Ascare winde is rifing | 29 |
again about nice boys going native. You know who was wrote | 30 |
about in the Orange Book of Estchapel? Basil and the two other | 31 |
men from King's Avenance. Just press this cold brand against | 32 |
your brow for a mow. Cainfully! The sinus the curse. That's it. | 33 |
Hung Chung Egglyfella now speak he tell numptywumpty top- | 34 |
sawys belongahim pidgin. Secret things other persons place there | 35 |
covered not. How you fell from story to story like a sagasand | 36 |