1st and 2nd roofs of transition, December 1932, II.1§3 draft level 4', 4
MS missing; Tulsa 26-30 Draft details
Just so stylled with the nattes are their flowerheads now and each of all has a lovestalk ownto herself and the tot of all of the tits of their understamens is as open as he can posably she and is tournesoled straightcut or sidewaist, accordant to the coursets of
things feminite, towooerds him in heliolatry, that they may catchcup in (4these their4) calyzettes, alls they go troping, those parryshoots from his muscalone pistil, for he can eyespy through them to their selfcolours, nevertheleast their tissue peepers, as leichtly as see saw (O my goodmiss! O my greatmess! O my prizelestly preshoes!), while, dewyfally as dimb dumbelles, all alisten to his elixir. Lovelyt!
— Enchainted, dear sweet Stainusless, young confessor, dearer dearest, we herehear, (4aboutobuds aboutobloss4), O coelicola, thee salutant. Pattren of our unschoold, pageant master, deliverer
of softmissives, round the world in forty mails, send us, your adorables, a wise and letters play of all you can ceive of from your holy post now that you hast ascertained ceremonially our names. Unclean you art not. Outcaste thou are not. Leperstower, the karman's loki, has not blanched at your pollution and your intercourse at ninety legsplits does not defile. Untouchable is not the
scarecrown is on you. You are pure. You are pure. You are in your puerity. You have not brought stinking members into the house of Amanti. Elleb Inam, Titep Notep, we name them to the Hall of Honour. Your head has been touched by the god Enel-Rah and your face has been brightened by the goddess Aruc-Ituc. Return, sainted youngling, and walk once more among us! The Great Cackler comes again.
Sweetstaker, Abel lord of all our haloease, wee toutes, philomelas as well as magdalenes,
were drawpairs with two pinmarks, (4B.V.D. BVD.4) and (4B.V.D. BVD4) dot, so want lotteries of ticklets posthastem (you appreciate that?) from you. We will be constant (what a word!) and bless the day, for whole hours too, yes, the day you befell, you dreadful temptation! Now promisus you will remain ignorant of all what you hear and draw a veil till we next time! How many months or how many years! Bashfulness be topped! May he colp, may he colp her, may he mixandmess colp her! List! Kicky Lacey, the pervergined, and Bianca Mutantini, her conversa, drew their fools longth favourite, Herzog van Vellentam, but me and meother ravin have good three chancers after Bohnaparts. Eer's wax for Sur Soord, dongdong bollets for the iris riflers, queemswellth of coocome in their combs for the jennyjos. Will bee all buzzy one another minnies for the mere effect that you are so fulled of pollen yourself. We feel unspeechably thoughtless over it all so pleasekindly communicake with the original sinse we are only yearning as yet how to burgeon. It's meant milliems of centiments dead, lost or mislaid on them but we can change in the nip of a napple solongas we can allsee your quick. It's game, it's game, ma chère, be off with your shepherdress on! Upsome cauda! Behose our handmades for the lured! To these nunce we are but yours in ammatures yet well come that day we shall ope to be ores. No more hoaxites! Nay more gifting in mennage! (4|shVania, Vania Vaniorum, Domne Vanias!sh|4)
Hightime is up: be it down into outs according! When there shall be foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on hearth as there's hot in oven. When every Klitty of a scolderymeid shall hold every yardscullion's right to stimm her uprecht for whimsoever, whetther on privates, whatther in publics. And when all us romance catholeens shall have ones for all amanseprated. And the world is maidfree. So till Coquette to tell Cockotte to teach Connie Curley to touch Cattie Hayre and tip Carminia to tap La Chérie though where the diggings he's dweellst amongst us here's nobody knows save Mary. Whyfor we go ringing hands in hands in gyrogyrorondo.
These bright elects, consentconsorted, they were waltzing up their willside with their princesome handsome angeline chiuff while in those wherebus there wont helds way oaths and screams and bawley groans with a belchybubhub and a hellabelow bedemmed and bediabbled the arimaining lucisphere. Lonedom's breach lay foulend up uncouth not be brooched by punns and reedles. Yet the ring gayed
rund rorosily with a drat you for a brat
you. (4|shYasha Yash ate sassage and mash, and so foor shayº bash, poor Yasha Yash.sh|4) And you wonna make one of our micknick party. For poor Glugger was dazed and late in his crave, ay he, laid in his grave.