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laftercheeks. That's his little veiniality. And his unpeppeppedi- | laftercheeks. That's his little veiniality. And his unpeppeppedi- | ||
ment. He has novel ideas I know and he's a jarry queer fish be- | ment. He has novel ideas I know and he's a jarry queer fish be- | ||
| − | times, I grant you, and cantanberous, the poisoner of his word, | + | times, I grant you, and [[cantanberous]], the [[poisoner]] of his word, |
but lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, I'm enormously | but lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, I'm enormously | ||
| − | full of that foreigner, I'll say I am! Got by the one goat, suckled | + | full of [[that foreigner]], I'll say I am! [[Got by the one goat]], suckled |
| − | by the same nanna, one twitch, one nature makes us oldworld | + | by the [[same nanna, one twitch, one nature]] makes us [[oldworld]] |
kin. We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate | kin. We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate | ||
| − | him about his patent henesy, plasfh it, yet am I amorist. I love | + | him about his patent henesy, plasfh it, yet am I [[amorist]]. I love |
| − | him. I love his old portugal's nose. There's the nasturtium for | + | him. I love his old portugal's nose. There's the [[nasturtium]] for |
| − | ye now that saved manny a poor sinker from water on the grave. | + | ye now that [[saved manny a poor sinker from water on the grave]]. |
| − | The diasporation of all pirates and quinconcentrum of a fake like | + | The diasporation of all [[pirates]] and [[quinconcentrum]] of a fake like |
| − | Basilius O'Cormacan MacArty? To camiflag he turned his shirt. | + | [[Basilius O'Cormacan MacArty]]? To camiflag he turned his shirt. |
| − | Isn't he after borrowing all before him, making friends with | + | [[Isn't he after borrowing all before him]], making friends with |
everybody red in Rossya, white in Alba and touching every dis- | everybody red in Rossya, white in Alba and touching every dis- | ||
tinguished Ourishman he could ever distinguish before or be- | tinguished Ourishman he could ever distinguish before or be- | ||
hind from a Yourishman for the customary halp of a crown and | hind from a Yourishman for the customary halp of a crown and | ||
| − | peace? He is looking aged with his pebbled eyes, and johnnythin | + | peace? He is looking aged with his pebbled eyes, and [[johnnythin]] |
too, from livicking on pidgins' ifs with puffins' ands, he's been | too, from livicking on pidgins' ifs with puffins' ands, he's been | ||
slanderising himself, but I pass no remark. Hope he hasn't the | slanderising himself, but I pass no remark. Hope he hasn't the | ||
Latest revision as of 13:04, 7 February 2018
blushing like Pat's pig, begob! He's not too timtom well ashamed to carry out onaglibtograbakelly in his showman's sinister the testymonicals he gave his twenty annis orf, showing the three white feathers, as a home cured emigrant in Paddyouare far be- low on our sealevel. Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca, Lictor Magnaffica. He's the sneaking likeness of us, faith, me altar's ego in miniature and every Auxonian aimer's ace as nasal a Romeo as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes, he'd soon arise mother's roses mid bedew- ing tears under those wild wet lashes onto anny living girl's laftercheeks. That's his little veiniality. And his unpeppeppedi- ment. He has novel ideas I know and he's a jarry queer fish be- times, I grant you, and cantanberous, the poisoner of his word, but lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, I'm enormously full of that foreigner, I'll say I am! Got by the one goat, suckled by the same nanna, one twitch, one nature makes us oldworld kin. We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate him about his patent henesy, plasfh it, yet am I amorist. I love him. I love his old portugal's nose. There's the nasturtium for ye now that saved manny a poor sinker from water on the grave. The diasporation of all pirates and quinconcentrum of a fake like Basilius O'Cormacan MacArty? To camiflag he turned his shirt. Isn't he after borrowing all before him, making friends with everybody red in Rossya, white in Alba and touching every dis- tinguished Ourishman he could ever distinguish before or be- hind from a Yourishman for the customary halp of a crown and peace? He is looking aged with his pebbled eyes, and johnnythin too, from livicking on pidgins' ifs with puffins' ands, he's been slanderising himself, but I pass no remark. Hope he hasn't the cholera. Give him an eyot in the farout. Moseses and Noasies, how are you? He'd be as snug as Columbsisle Jonas wrocked in the belly of the whaves, as quotad before. Bravo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there's nobody else in touch anysides to hold a chef's cankle to the darling at all for sheer dare with that prison- potstill of spanish breans on him like the knave of trifles! A jolly- tan fine demented brick and the prince of goodfilips! Dave
