RM1 Asº we there are where are we are we hereº haltagain. By recourse, of course, recoursingº from Tomtittotº to Teetootomtotalitarianº. Tea tea too oo.
RM2 LM1 Whomtilº comes over. Who to caps ever. And howelse do we hook our hike to find that pint of porterº place? Am shot, says the bigguard.ºF1
RM3 Whence. Quick lunch,º buyº our leftsº, wheel, to where. LM2 Long
Livius Lane, mid Mezzofanti Mallº, diagonising Lavatery Square, up Tycho Braheº Crescentº,F2 shouldering Berkeley'sº Alley, querfixing Gainsborough Carfax,
LM3 under Guido d'Arezzo's Gadeway, by New Livius Lane till where we whiled while we whithered. Old Vico Roundpoint.º But fahr, be fear!º
And natural, simple, slavish, filial. The marriage of Montan wetting his moll,º we know, like any enthewsyass cuckling a hoyden,º F3 in her rougeyº
gipsylike chinkaminx'º pulshandjupeyjade and her petsybluse indecked o' voylets.F4 When who was wist was wanº. En elv, et fjaell. And the whirr of the
whins humming us howeº. His hume. Hencetaking tidesº we haply return, trumpetedº by prawns and
ensigned with seakale, to befinding ourself when old is saidº in one and maker mates with made (O my!), having conned the cones and meditated the mured and pondered the pensils and ogled the olymp and delighted in her dianaphous andº cacchinated behind his
culosses, aforeº a mosoleum,º LM4 Lengthº Withoughtº Breath, of him, a chump of the evums, upshoot
of picnic or stupor out of soporº, Cave of Kids or Hymanianº Glattstoneburyº, denary, danery,
donnery, domm,F5º who,º entiringly as he continues highlyfictional, LM5
under hisº chthonic exterior but plain Mr Tumulty LM6 in muftilifeº,º in his antesipiencesº as in his recognisances,º isº (Dominic Directus) a manyfeast munificent more mob than man.
RM4 Ain sophº,F6 this upright one, with that noughtyº besighedhim zeroine?º To see in his horrorscup he is mehrkurios than saltz of sulphur. Terror of the noonstruckº by day, cryptogamº of each nightly bridable.º But, to speak broken heaventalk, is he? Who is he? Whose is he? Why is he? Howmuch is he? Which is he? When is he? Where is he?F7 How is he? And what the decans is there about him anyway, the decemt man? Easy, calm your haste! Approach to lead our passage!
RM5 This bridge is upper.
Thus come to castle.
A password, thanks.º
Well, all be dumbed!
LM7 Hoo cavedin earthwight
At furschtº krachº of thunder.F10
LM8 When Shooº, his flutterby,º
Was netted and named.F11
Erdnacrusha, requiestress, wake em!
And let luck's puresplutterallº lucy at ease!F12
To house as wise fool ages builded.º
Sow byg eat.F13
RM6 Staplering to tether to, steppingstone to mount by;º and coach house
entranceº as the Boote's at Pickardstown. LM9 And that
skimmelk steed still in the groundloftfan. As over all.º Or be these wingsets leaned to the outwalls, beastskin
trophies,º of booth of Baws the balsamboards?F14 Burials be ballyhouraised! So let Bacchus
e'en call! Inn inn! Inn inn! Where. The babbers
LM10 ply the pen. The bibbers drangº the den. The papplicom, the pubblicam,º he's turning tin for ten. From seldomers that most frequent him. That same erst crafty hakemouth whichº of foggy old,º under the assumed name of Ignotus Loquor,º harangued bellyhooting fishdrunks on their favouriteº stamping groundº from a fathertheobalderº brake.F15 LM11 Rolf the Ganger, Rough the Gangster, not a feature alike and the face the same.ºF16 And Egyptus, the incenstrobed,º as Cyrus heard of him? LM12 And Major A. Shaw after he got the miner smellpex? And oldº Whiteman self, the blighty blotchy, beyond the bays, hope of Ostrogothic and Ottomanicº fatherº convertersº, despair of Pandemia's postwartem plastic surgeons,º Hispano-Cathayan-Euxine,º Castilian-Emeratic-Hebridianº, Espanol-Cymric-Helleniky?º But it was all so long ago.º Pastimes are past times. Now let bygones be bei Gunne's. Saa, leddies,º er it in this warken werden, minneº boerne, and it vild need olderwiseF17 since primalº made alterº in garden of Idem.º The tasks above are as the flasks below,º saith the Emerald Canticleº of Hermes. LM13 Andº all's loth and pleasestir, are we told, onº excellent inkbottle authority, solarsystemised,º seriol-cosmically, in a more and more almightily expanding universe under one, there is rhymeless reason to believe, original sun. Securely judges orb terrestrial.F18 Haud certo ergo. But LM14 O felicitous culpability, sweet bad cess to you for an archetypt!