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tered, for a dillon a dollar,1 chanching letters for them vice o'verse
to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and
doublecressing twofold thruths and devising tingling tailwords
too whilest, cunctant that another would finish his sentence for
him, he druider would smilabit eggways2  ned, he, to don't say
nothing, would, so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles,
trying to undo with his teeth the knots made by his tongue,
retelling humself by the math hour, long as he's brood reel of
funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund
thoughts and the thirds the charmhim girlalove and fourther-
more and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and
proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes, in fine the whole
damning letter; and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland's
leinster3 of saved and solomnones for the twicedhecame time, off
Lipton's strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a tan soute of
sails4 he converted it's nataves, name saints, young ordnands,
maderaheads and old unguished P.T. Publikums, through the
medium of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put off the barcelonas5
from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and
kiss on their bottes (Master!) as often as they came within blood-
shot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine
way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum
dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu,6 and that
same galloroman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of
landhavemiseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in
spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawn, all the brile, that
was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our
massangrey if mosshungry people, the at Wickerworks,7 still hold

  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?