One hath just been areading, hath not one, ya, ya, in their memoiries of Hireling's puny wars, end so, und all, ga, ga, of The O'Brien, I'll go for that small polly if you'll suck to your lebbens quatsch. O'Mara Farrell. Verschwindibus. Ulstria, CONCOMI TANCE OF COURAGE,
1 The gaggles all out.
2 He's just bug nuts on white mate he hasn't the teath nor the grits to choo and that's what's wrong with Lang Wang Wurm, old worbbling goesbelly.
3 Dear and I trust in all frivolity I may be pardoned for trespassing but I think I may add hell.
4 He is my all menkind of every desception.
The O'Connor, The Mac Loughlin and The Mac Namara with summed their appondage, da, da, of Sire Jeallyous Seizer, that gamely torskmester,1 with his duo of druidesses in ready money rompers2 and the tryonforit of Oxthievious, Lapidous and Malthouse Anthemy. You may fail to see the lie of that layout, Suetonia,3 but the reflections which recur to me are that so long as beauty life is body love4 and so bright as Mutua of your mirror holds her candle to your caudle, lone lefthand likeless, sombring Autum of your Spring, reck you not one spirt of anyseed whether trigemelimen cuddle his coddle or nope. She'll confess it by her figure and she'll deny it to your face. If you're not ruined by that one she won't do you any whim. And then? What afters it? Cruff Gunne may blow, Gam Gonna flow, the gossans eye the jennings aye. From the butts of Heber and Heremon, nolens volens, brood our pansies, brune in brume. There's a split in the infinitive from to have to have been to will be. As they warred in their big innings ease now we never shall know. Eat early earthapples. Coax Cobra to chatters. Hail, Heva, we hear! This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. Wide hiss, we're wizen Monastir, Leninstar and Connecticut. Cliopatria, thy hosies history. The Eroico Furioso makes the valet like smiling. The hyperape the mink he groves the mole you see nowfor crushsake,chawley! COUNSEL AND CON STANCY. ORDINATION OF OMEN, ONUS AND OBIT. DIS TRIBUTION OF DANGER, DUTY AND DESTINY. POLAR PRIN CIPLES.
1 All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with
a hole behind it.
2 Skip one, flop fore, jennies in the cabbage store.
3 None of your cumpohlstery English here!
4 Understudy my understandings, Sostituda, and meek thine compline
ment, gymnufleshed.
5 Tho' I have one just like that to home, deadleaf brown with quicksilver
appliques, would whollymost applissiate a nice shiny sleekysilk out of that
slippering snake charmeuse. ing. Hoots fromm, we're globing. Why hidest thou hinder thy husband his name? Leda, Lada, aflutter-afraida, so does your girdle grow! Willed without witting, whorled without aimed. Pappapassos, Mammamanet, warwhetswut and whowitswhy. 1 But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets come-bats till deeleet. 2
Dark ages clasp the daisy roots, Stop, if you are a sally of the allies, hot off Minnowaurs and naval actiums, picked engagements and banks of rowers. Please stop if you're a B.C. minding missy, please do. But should you prefer A.D. stepplease. And if you miss with a venture it serves you girly well glad. But, holy Janus, I was forgetting the Blitzenkopfs! Here, Hengegst and Horsesauce, take your heads 3 out of that taletub! And leave your hinnyhennyhindyou! It's haunted. The chamber. Of errings. Whoan, tug, trace, stirrup! It is distinctly understouttered that, sense you threehandshighs put your twofootlarge timepates in that dead wash of Lough Murph and until such time pace one and the same Messherrn the grinning statesmen, Brock and Leon, have shunted the grumbling coundedtouts, Starlin and Ser Artur Ghinis. Foamous homely brew, bebattled by bottle, gageure de guegerre. 4 Bull igien bear and then bearagain bulligan. Gringrin gringrin. Staffs varsus herds and bucks vursus barks. Pige pas. Seidlitz powther for slogan plumpers. Hoploits and atthems. PANOPTICAL PURVIEW OF POLITICAL PROGRESS AND THE FUTURE PRE SENTATION OF THE PAST.
1 What's that ma'am? says I.
2 As you say yourself.
3 That's the lethemuse but it washes off.
4 Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the
pepettes of our lovelives. By old Grumbledum's walls. Bumps, bellows and bawls. 1 Opprimor's down, up up Opima! Rents and rates and tithes and taxes, wages, saves and spends. Heil, heptarched span of peace! 2 Live, league of lex, nex and the mores! Fas est dass and foe err you. Impovernment of the booble by the bauble for the bubble. So wrap up your worries in your woe (wumpumtum!) and shake down the shuffle for the throw. For there's one mere ope 3 for downfall ned. As Hanah Levy, shrewd shroplifter, and nievre anore skidoos with her spoileds. 4 To add gay touches. For hugh and guy and goy and jew. To dimpled and pimpled and simpled and wimpled. A peak in a poke and a pig in a pew. 6 She wins them by wons, a haul hectoendecate, for mangay mumbo jumbjubes tak mutts and jeffs muchas bracelonettes gracies barcelonas.6 O what a loovely freespeech 'twas (tep) 7 to gar howalively hintergrunting! Tip. Like lilt of larks to burdened crocodile, 8 or skittering laubhing at that wheeze of old windbag, Blusterboss, blowharding about all he didn't do. Hell o' your troop! With is the winker for the muckwits of willesly and nith is the nod for the umproar napollyon and hitheris poorblond piebold hoerse. Huirse. With its tricuspidal hauberk Curragh machree, me bosthoon fiend. Femilies hug bank! All we suffered under them Cow dung Forks and how we enjoyed over our pick of the basketfild. Old Kine's Meat Meal. Flieflie for the jillies and a bombambum for the nappotondus.
1 Shake eternity and lick creation.
2 I'm blest if I can see.
3 Hoppity Huhneye, hoosh the hen. I like cluckers, you like nuts (wink).
4 Sweet, medium and dry like altar wine.
5 Who'll buy me penny babies?
6 Well, Maggy, I got your castoff devils all right and fits lovely. And am
vaguely graceful. Maggy thanks.
7 My six is no secret, sir, she said.
8 Yes, there, Tad, thanks, give, from, tathair, look at that now. helm coverchaf emblem on. For the man that broke the ranks on Monte Sinjon. The allriddle of it? That that is allruddy with us, ahead of schedule,which already is plan accomplished from and syne: Daft Dathy of the Five Positions (the death ray stop him!) is still, as reproaches Paulus, on the Madderhorn and, entre chats and hobnobs, 1 daring Dunderhead to shiver his timbers and Hannibal mac Hamiltan the Hegerite 2 (more livepower elbow him !) ministerbuilding up, as repreaches Timothy, in Saint Barmabrac's. 3 Number Thirty two West Eleventh streak looks on to that (may all in the tocoming of the sempereternal speel spry with it!) datetree doloriferous which more and over leafeth earlier than every growth and, elfshot, headawag, with frayed nerves wondering till they feeled sore like any woman that has been born at all events to the purdah and for the howmanyeth and howmovingth time at what the demons in that jackhouse that jerry built for Massa and Missus and hijo de puta, the sparksown fermament of the starryk fieldgosongingon where blows a nemone at each blink of windstill 4 they were sliding along and sleeting aloof and scouting around and shooting about. Allwhichwhile or whereaballoons for good vaunty years Dagobert is in Clane's clean hometown prepping up his prepueratory and learning how to put a broad face bronzily out through a broken breached meataerial Murdoch. Pas d'action, peu de sauce. From the seven tents of Joseph till the calends of Mary Marian, olivehunkered and thorny too. As Shakefork might pitch it.