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that first liar. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the
queen, whither the indwellingness of that which shamefieth be
entwined of one or atoned of two. Let us hear, Art simplicissime!
     — Dearly beloved brethren: Bruno and Nola, leymon bogholders
and stationary lifepartners off orangey Saint Nessau Street, were
explaining it avicendas all round each other ere yesterweek out
of Ibn Sen and Ipanzussch. When himupon Nola Bruno mono-
polises his egobruno most unwillingly seses by the mortal powers
alionola equal and opposite brunoipso, id est, eternally provoking
alio opposite equally as provoked as Bruno at being eternally
opposed by Nola. Poor omniboose, singalow singelearum: so
is he!
     — One might hear in their beyond that lionroar in the air 
again, the zoohoohoom of Felin make Call. Bruin goes to Noble,
aver who is? If is itsen? Or you mean Nolans but Volans, an
alibi, do you Mutemalice, suffering unegoistically from the singular
but positively enjoying on the plural? Dustify of that sole, you
breather! Ruemember, blither, thou must lie!
     — Oyessoyess! I never dramped of prebeing a postman but 
I mean in ostralian someplace, mults deeply belubdead; my
allaboy brother, Negoist Cabler, of this city, whom 'tis better
ne'er to name, my said brother, the skipgod, expulled for
looking at churches from behind, who is sender of the Hullo
Eve Cenograph in prose and worse every Allso's night. High
Brazil Brandan's Deferred, midden Erse clare language, Nought-
noughtnought nein. Assass. Dublire, per Neuropaths. Punk.
Starving today plays punk opening tomorrow two plays punk
wire splosh how two plays punk Cabler. Have you forgotten
poor Alby Sobrinos, Geoff, you blighter, identifiable by the
necessary white patch on his rear? How he went to his swilters-
land after his lungs, my sad late brother, before his coglionial
expancian? Won't you join me in a small halemerry, a bottle of
the best, for wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen, what though pre-
ferring the stranger, the coughs and the itches and the minnies
and the ratties the opulose and bilgenses, for of his was the
patriots mistaken. The heart that wast our Graw McGree!