been laid up with Castor's oil on the Parrish's syrup (the night | 1 |
we will remember) for to share our hard suite of affections with | 2 |
thee. | 3 |
    I rise, O fair assemblage! Andcommincio. Now then, after | 4 |
this introit of exordium, my galaxy girls, quiproquo of directions | 5 |
to henservants I was asking his advice on the strict T.T. from | 6 |
Father Mike, P.P., my orational dominican and confessor doctor, | 7 |
C.C.D.D. (buy the birds, he was saying as he yerked me under | 8 |
the ribs sermon in an offrand way and confidence petween peas | 9 |
like ourselves in soandso many nuncupiscent words about how he | 10 |
had been confarreating teat-a-teat with two viragos intactas about | 11 |
what an awful life he led, poorish priced, uttering mass for a | 12 |
coppall of geldings and what a lawful day it was, there and then, | 13 |
for a consommation with an effusion and how, by all the manny | 14 |
larries ate pignatties, how, hell in tunnels, he'd marry me any | 15 |
old buckling time as flying quick as he'd look at me) and I am | 16 |
giving youth now again in words of style byaway of offertory | 17 |
hisand mikeadvice, an it place the person, as ere he retook him | 18 |
to his cure, those verbs he said to me. From above. The most | 19 |
eminent bishop titular of Dubloonik to all his purtybusses in | 20 |
Dellabelliney. Comeallyedimseldamsels, siddle down and lissle | 21 |
all! Follow me close! Keep me in view! Understeady me saries! | 22 |
Which is to all practising massoeurses from a preaching freer and | 23 |
be a gentleman without a duster before a parlourmade with- | 24 |
out a spitch. Now. During our brief apsence from this furtive | 25 |
feugtig season adhere to as many as probable of the ten com- | 26 |
mandments. touching purgations and indulgences and in the long | 27 |
run they will prove for your better guidance along your path of | 28 |
right of way. Where the lisieuse are we and what's the first sing | 29 |
to be sung? Is it rubrics, mandarimus, pasqualines, or verdidads | 30 |
is in it, or the bruiselivid indecores of estreme voyoulence and, | 31 |
for the lover of lithurgy, bekant or besant, where's the fate's to | 32 |
be wished for? Several sindays after whatsintime. I'll sack that sick | 33 |
server the minute I bless him. That's the mokst I can do for his | 34 |
grapce. Economy of movement, axe why said. I've a hopesome's | 35 |
choice if I chouse of all the sinkts in the colander. From the com- | 36 |