Comparison of 1939 and 2010 texts III.1§A

Emendations by Danis Rose and John O'Hanlon

Key:  (f391939 text 2010 textf10)

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Tolv two elf kater ten (it can't be) sax.


Pedwar pemp foify tray (it must be) twelve(f39.!ºf10)

And low stole o'er the stillness the heartbeats of sleep.

White fogbow spans. The arch embattled. Mark (f39as hasºf10) capsules. The nose of the man who was nought like the nasoes. It is selftinted, wrinkling, ruddled. His kep is a gorsecone. He am Gascon Titubante of (f39Tegmine — sub — Fagi Tegmine-sub-Fagiºf10) whose fixtures are mobiling so wobiling befear my remembrandts. She, exhibit next, his Anastashie. She has prayings in lowdelph. Zeehere green eggbrooms. What named blautoothdmand is yon who stares? Gugurtha! Gugurtha! He has becco of wild hindigan. Ho, he hath hornhide! And hvis now is for you. Pensée! The most beautiful of woman of the veilch veilchen veilde. She would kidds to my voult of my palace(f39,f10) with obscidian (f39luppas lupasºf10), her aal in her dhove's suckling. Apagemonite! Come not nere! Black! Switch out!

Methought as I was dropping asleep somepart in nonland of where's please (and it was when you and they were we) I heard at zero hour as 'twere the peal of vixen's laughter among midnight's chimes from out the belfry of the cute old speckled church tolling so faint a goodmantrue as nighthood's unseen violet rendered all animated greatbritish and Irish objects nonviewable to human watchers save 'twere perchance anon some glistery
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gleam darkling adown surface of affluvial flowandflow as again might seem garments of laundry reposing a leasward close at hand in full expectation. And as I was jogging along in a dream as dozing I was dawdling, arrah, methought broadtone was heard and the creepers and the gliders and (f39theºf10) flivvers of the (f39earth breath earthbreathºf10) and the dancetongues of the woodfires and the hummers in their ground all vociferated(f39,ºf10) echoating(f39: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post!, Shaun! Shaun! Post the post!ºf10) with a high voice and(f39,ºf10) O, the higher on high the deeper and low(f39,.ºf10) I
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heard him so(f39.!ºf10) And lo, (f39mescemed meseemedºf10) somewhat came of the noise and somewho might amove (f39amongºf10) allmurk. Now(f39,f10) 'twas as clump, now mayhap. When(f39,f10) look, was light and (f39now'twas now 'twasºf10) as flasher, now moren as the glaow. Ah, in unlitness 'twas in very similitude, bless me, 'twas his belted lamp! Whom we dreamt was a shaddo, sure(f39,ºf10) he's lightseyes, the laddo! Blessed momence, O romence, he's growing to stay! Ay, he who so swayed a will of a wisp before me, (f39Hand handºf10) prop to hand, prompt side to the pros, dressed like an earl in just the correct wear, in a classy mac Frieze o'coat of far suparior ruggedness, indigo braw, tracked and tramped, (f39and an Irish ferrier collar,f10) freeswinging (f39with mereswin lacersºf10) from his shoulthern(f39,º and an Irish ferrier collar,ºf10) and thick welted brogues on him (f39with mereswine lacersºf10) hammered to suit the scotsmost public and climate, iron heels and sparable soles, and his jacket of providence wellprovided (f39woolies woolliesºf10) with a softrolling lisp of a lapel to it and great sealingwax buttons, a good helping bigger than the slots for them, of twentytwo carrot (f39krasnapoppsky krasnapoppsky'sºf10) red(f39,ºf10) and his invulnerable burlap whiskcoat and his popular choker, Tamagnum sette-and-forte(f39,ºf10) and his (f39loud boheem toy loudboheem toyºf10) and the damasker's overshirt he sported inside, a starspangled zephyr with a decidedly surpliced crinklydoodle front with his motto through dear life (f39embrothred embrotheredºf10) over it in peas, rice(f39,ºf10) and yeggyyolk, Or for royal, Am for Mail, R.M.D. hard cash on the nail(f39,ºf10) and the most successfully carried gigot turnups now you ever(f39,ºf10) (what a pairfact crease! how amsolookly kersse!) breaking over the ankle and hugging the shoeheel, everything the best (f39, wasºf10) none other from ((f39Ah ahºf10), then(f39,ºf10) may the turtle's blessings of God and Mary and Haggispatrick and Huggisbrigid be souptumbling all over him!) other than (and may his hundred thousand welcome stewed
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letters, relayed (f39wand andºf10) postchased, multiply, ay(f39,ºf10) faith, and plultiply!) Shaun himself.

What a picture primitive!

Had I the concordant wiseheads of Messrs Gregory and Lyons alongside of Dr Tarpey's and(f39,f10) I dorsay(f39,ºf10) the reverend Mr (f39Mac Dougall's MacDougall'sf10), but I, poor ass, am but as their fourpart tinckler's dunkey. Yet methought Shaun (holy (f39messonger messengerºf10) angels be uninterruptedly nudging him among and along the winding ways of random ever!) Shaun in proper person (now may all the (f39blueblacksliding bluebackslidingºf10) constellations continue to shape his changeable timetable!) stood before me. And I pledge you my agricultural word(f39,f10) by the hundred and sixty odds rods and cones of this even's vision(f39,ºf10) that young fellow looked the stuff, the Bel of Beaus' Walk, a prime card if ever was! Pep? Now without deceit it is hardly too much to say he was looking grand, so fired smart, in much more than his usual health. No mistaking that beamish brow(f39, those jehovial oyeglancesf10)(f39.!º The heart of the rollº! |shAnd hit the|f10) There was one for you that ne'er would nunch with good Duke Humphrey but would
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aight through the months without a sign of an err in hem and then, otherwise rounding, fourale to the lees of Traroe. (f39Those jehovial oyeglances! The heart of the rool! |shAnd hit the|f10) He was immense, topping swell(f39,ºf10) for he was after having a great time of it, a twentyfour hours every moment matters maltsight, in a porterhouse(f39,f10) scutfrank, if you want to know, Saint Lawzenge of Toole's, the Wheel of Fortune, leave your clubs in the hall and wait on yourself, no chucks for walnut ketchups, Lazenby's and Chutney graspis (the house the once queen of Bristol and Balrothery twice admired because her frumped door looked up Dacent Street)(f39,ºf10) where in the sighed of lovely eyes(f39,ºf10) while his knives of hearts made havoc(f39,ºf10) he had recruited his strength by meals of spadefuls of mounded food, in anticipation of the faste of tablenapkins, constituting his threepartite pranzipal (f39meals eatingsºf10) plus a collation, his breakfast of(f39,f10) first, a bless us O blood and thirsthy orange, next, the half of a pint of (f39becon baconºf10) with newled googs and a segment of (f39aº ricef10) (f39riceplummy plummyºf10) padding, met of sunder suigar(f39,ºf10) and some cold forsoaken steak peatrefired from the batblack night o'erflown(f39,ºf10) then, without prejuice to evectuals,
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came along merendally his stockpot dinner of a half a pound of round steak(f39,ºf10) very rare, Blong's best from Portarlington's Butchery(f39,ºf10) with a side of riceypeasy and Corkshire alla mellonge and bacon with (a little mar pliche!) a pair of chops (f39and and,ºf10) thrown in from the silver grid by the proprietoress of the roastery who lives on (f39the aºf10) hill(f39,ºf10) and gaulusch gravy and pumpernickel to wolp up and a gorger's bulby onion ((f39Margareter, Margaretar Margareatar, Margareatar,ºf10) Margarasticandeatar) (f39and andºf10) as well with second course and then(f39,ºf10) finally, after his avalunch (f39oclock o'clockºf10) snack at Appelredt's or Kitzy (f39Braten's Broten'sºf10) of saddlebag steak and a Botherhim with her old phoenix (f39portar porterf10), jistr to gwen his (f39gwistel gwistell,f10) and praties sweet and Irish too and mock gurgle to whistle his way through for the swallying, swp by swp, and he getting his tongue (f39arount aroundºf10) it and Boland's broth broken into the bargain, to his regret his soupay avic nightcap, vitellusit(f39,ºf10) a carusal consistent with second course (f39andºf10) (f39eyer eyersf10) and (f39becon baconf10) (the rich of) with broad beans, hig, steak, hag, pepper(f39,ºf10) the diamond bone(f39,ºf10) hotted up timmtomm and (f39whilef10) (f39while'twas 'twasºf10) after that he scoffed a drakeling snuggily stuffed following cold loin of veal (f39more moreºf10) cabbage and(f39,f10) in their green free state(f39,ºf10) a clister of peas, (f39soppositorily suppositorilyºf10) petty, last. P.S. (f39but Butºf10) a fingerhot of (f39rheingenever rhein geneverºf10) to give the (f39Pax cum Pax cumf10) (f39Spiritututu Spiritututuºf10). Drily thankful. Burud and dulse and typureely jam, all free of charge, aman, (f39and andºf10). And the best of wine avec. For his heart was as big as himself, so it was, ay, and bigger(f39.!ºf10) While the loaves are aflowering and the nachtingale jugs. All St Jilian's of Berry, hurrah there for tobies! (f39Mabhrodaphne Mavrodaphneºf10), brown pride of our custard house quay, amiable with repastful, (f39cheerus cheer us,f10) graciously(f39,ºf10) cheer us! Ever of thee, Anne Lynch(f39. He's, he'sºf10) deeply draiming! Houseanna(f39.!ºf10) Tea is the Highest! For auld lang Ayternitay! Thus thicker will he grow now, grew
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new. And better and better on butter and butter. At the sign of Mesthress Vanhungrig. However! Mind you, nuckling down to nourritures, were they menuly some ham and jaffas, and I don't mean to make the ingestion for the moment that he was guilbey of gulpable gluttony as regards chewable boltaballs, but, biestings be biestings, and upon the whole, when not off his oats, given prelove appetite and postlove pricing(f39,ºf10) (f39good coup goodcoupf10), goodcheap, were it thermidor oogst or floreal may
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while the whistling prairial roysters play, between gormandising and gourmeteering(f39,ºf10) he grubbed his tuck all right, deah smorregos, every time he was for doing dirt to a meal or felt like a bottle of ardilaun (f39arongwith alongwithºf10) a smag of a lecker biss of a welldressed taart (f39or orºf10). Though his net intrants wight weighed nought but a flyblow to his gross and ganz (f39exit'sºf10) afterduepoise. And he was so jarvey jaunty with a romp of a schoolgirl's completion sitting pretty over his Oyster Monday (f39print face printfaceºf10) and he was plainly out on the ramp and mash, as you might say, for he sproke.

Overture and beginners!

When lo (whish, O whish!) mesaw mestreamed, as the green to the (f39gred gridºf10) was flew, was flown, through deafths of durkness greengrown deeper I heard a voice, the voce of Shaun, vote of the Irish, (f39voise voiceºf10) from afar (and(f39,ºf10) cert(f39,ºf10) no purer puer palestrine e'er chanted (f39panangelical Panis Angelicusºf10) mid the clouds of (f39Tu es Petrus Tu es Petrusºf10), not Michaeleen Kelly, not Mara O'Mario, and(f39,ºf10) sure, what more numerose Italicuss ever rawsucked frish uov in urinal?), a brieze to Yverzone o'er the brozaozaozing sea, from Inchigeela call the way how it suspired (morepork! morepork!) to scented nightlife as softly as the loftly marconimasts from Clifden sough open tireless secrets (mauveport! mauveport!) to Nova Scotia's listing sisterwands. Tubetube!

His handpalm lifted, his handshell cupped, his handsign pointed, his handheart mated, his handaxe risen, his handleaf fallen. Helpsome hand that (f39holemost halemostºf10) heals! What is het holy! It gested.

And it said:

— Alo, alass, aladdin(f39,ºf10) amobus! Does she lag soft fall means rest down?

(f39ºf10) Shaun yawned, as his general address rehearsal(f39,f10) (that was antepropreviousday's pigeons-in-a-pie with rough dough for the carrier and the hash-say-ugh of overgestern pluzz the 'stuesday's shampain in his head(f39,f10) with the memories of the past and the hicnuncs of the present embelliching the musics of the futures from Miccheruni's band)(f39,ºf10) addressing himself ex alto and complaining with vocal discontent it was so close as of the fact the rag was up and of the briefs and billpasses, a houseful of deadheads, of him to dye his paddycoats to morn his hesternmost(f39,ºf10)
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earning(f39,ºf10) his board in the swealth of his fate as, having moistened his manducators upon the quiet and scooping
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molars and grinders clean with his two (f39fore fingers forefingersºf10), he sank his hunk, dowanouet(f39,ºf10) to (f39resk reszkºf10) at once, exhaust as winded hare, utterly spent, it was all he could do (disgusted with himself that the combined weight of his tons of iosals was a hundred men's massed too much for him), upon the native heath he loved(f39,ºf10) covered kneehigh with virgin bush, for who who e'er trod sod of Erin could ever sleep off the turf(f39.!ºf10)

(f39ºf10) Well, I'm (f39liberally literallyºf10) dished seeing myself in this trim! How all too unwordy am I, a mere mailman of peace, a poor loust hastehater of the first degree, the principot of Candia, no legs and a title, for such eminence, or unpro promenade rather, to be much more exact, as to be the bearer extraordinary of these postoomany missive on his majesty's service(f39,ºf10) while me and yous and them we're extending us after the pattern of reposiveness! Weh is me, yeh is ye! I, the mightif beam maircanny, which bit his mirth too early or met his birth too late! It should of been my other with his leickname for he's the head and I'm an everdevoting fiend of his. I can seeze tomirror in tosdays of yer when we lofobsed os so ker. Those sembal simon pumpkel pieman yers! We shared the twin chamber and we winked on the one wench and what Sim sobs todie I'll reeve tomorry, for 'twill be, I have hopes of, Sam Dizzier's feedst. Tune in, tune on, old Tighe, high, high, high, I'm thine owelglass. Be old! He looks rather thin, imitating me. I'm very fond of that other of mine. Fish hands(f39,f10) Macsorley! Elien! Obsequies! Bonzeye! Isaac (f39Egari's Egan'sºf10) Ass! We're the musichall pair that won the swimmyease bladdhers at the Guinness gala in Badeniveagh. I ought not to laugh with him on this stage. But (f39he' he'sºf10) such a game loser! I lift my disk to him. Brass and reeds, brace and ready! How is your napper, Handy, and hownow does she stand? First he was living to feel what the eldest daughter she was panseying and last he was dying to know what old Madre Patriack does be up to. Take this John's Lane in your toastingfourch. Shaunti and shaunti and shaunti again! And twelve coolinder moons! I am no helotwashipper but I revere her! For my own (f39aºf10) coant! She has studied! Piscisvendolor! You're grace! Futs (f39dronk droukºf10) of
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Wouldndom! But, Gemini, he's looking frightfully thin! I heard the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay. Down among the dustbins let him lie! Ear! Ear! Not (f39ay ayef10)! Eye! Eye! For I'm at the heart of it. Yet I cannot on my solemn merits as a recitativer recollect ever having done of anything of the kind to deserve of such. Not the phost of a nation(f39.!ºf10) Nor by a long trollop(f39.!ºf10) I just didn't have the time to. Saint Anthony Guide!

— But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we remembered, who it was, good boy, (f39out of symphonyºf10) to begin with, who (f39out of symphonyºf10) gave you the permit?
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— Goodbye now, Shaun replied(f39,f10) with a voice pure as a churchmode, in echo rightdainty, with a good catlick tug at his cocomoss candylock, a foretaste in time of his cabbageous brain's curlyflower. Athiacaro! Comb his tar odd gee sing your mower O meeow? Greet thee Good(f39?!ºf10) How are them columbuses(f39!?ºf10) Lard have mustard on them! Fatiguing, very fatiguing. Hobos hornknees and the corveeture of my spine. Poumeerme! My heaviest crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed as hard as the thinkamuddles of the Greeks and a board as bare as a Roman altar. I'm off rabbited kitchens and relief porridgers. No later than a very few fortnichts since I was meeting on the Thinker's Dam with a pair of men out of glasshouse whom I shuffled hands with named MacBlacks — I think their names is MacBlakes — from the Headfire Clump (f39ºf10) and they were (f39improving informingºf10) me and making me beliek no five hour factory life with insufficient emollient and industrial (f39disabled diseasesºf10) for them that day o'gratises. I have the highest gratification by anuncing how I have it from whowho but Hagios Colleenkiller's prophecies. After suns and moons, dews and wettings, thunders and fires, comes sabotag. Solvitur palumballando! Tilvido! Adie!

— Then, we explained, salve a tour, ambly andy, you possibly might be so by order?

— Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid lipes, not what I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on me premitially by Hireark Books and Chiefoverseer Cooks in their Eusebian Concordant Homilies(f39,ºf10) and there does be a power coming
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over me that is put upon me from on high out of the book of breedings and so as it is becoming hairydittary I have of coerce nothing in view to look forward at unless it is Swann and beating the blindquarters out of my oldfellow's orologium oloss olorium. A bad attack of maggot it feels like. 'Tis trope, custodian said. Almost might I say of myself, while keeping out of crime, I am now becoming about fed up be going circulating about them new hikler's highways like them nameless souls, ercked and skorned and grizzild all over, till it's rusty October in this bleak forest and (f39that is why Iºf10) was veribally complussed by thinking of the crater of some noted volcano or the Dublin river or the catchalot trouth subsidity as (f39away a wayºf10) out or to isolate i from my multiple Mes on the spits of Lumbage Island or bury meself, clogs, coolcellar and all, deep in my wineupon ponteen(f39,f10) unless Morrissey's colt could help me or the gander maybe at 49(f39,ºf10) as it is a tithe fish so it is, this pig's stomach business, and where on dearth or in the miraculous meddle of this expending umniverse to turn since it came into my hands I am hopeless off course to be doing anything concerning.

— We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed, but (f39a whisper reaches usºf10) from franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn
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out(f39, we hearºf10) to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter. Speak to us of Emailia.

— As, Shaun replied patly, with tootlepick tact too and a down of his dampers, to that I have the gumpower and, by the benison of Barbe, that is a lock to say with everything, my beloved.

— Would you mind telling us, Shaun honey, beg little big moreboy, we proposed to such a dear youth, where mostly are you able to work(f39.?ºf10) Ah, you might! Whimper and we shall.

— Here! Shaun replied(f39,f10) while he was fondling one of his cowheel cuffs. There's no sabbath for nomads(f39,f10) and I mostly was able to walk, being too soft for work proper, sixty odd eilish mires a week between three masses a morn and two chaplets at eve. I am always telling those pedestriasts, my answerers, Top, Sid and Hucky, (f39now howf10) (and it is (f39a asºf10) veriest throth as the thieves' rescension)
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(f39howf10) it was (f39forstold foretoldºf10) for me by brevet for my vacation in life(f39,ºf10) while possessing stout legs(f39,ºf10) to be disbarred after (f39holy huilyºf10) orders from unnecessary servile work of reckless walking of all sorts for the relics of my time(f39,ºf10) for otherwise by my so douching I would get into a blame there where sieves fall out(f39,.ºf10) Excelsior tips the best. Weak stop work stop walk stop whoak. Go thou this island, one housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there, then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies. Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend, never make face to a foe till he's rife(f39,ºf10) and never get stuck to another man's pfife. (f39Amen; ptah!f10) His hungry will be done! On the continent as in Eironesia. But(f39,ºf10) believe me(f39,ºf10) in my simplicity I am awful good, I believe, so I am, at the root of me, praised be right cheek Discipline! And I can now truthfully declaret before my Geity's Pantokreator(f39,ºf10) with my fleshfettered (f39palms palumsºf10) on the epizzles of the apossels(f39,ºf10) that I do my reasonabler's best to recite my grocery beans for mummy mit dummy mot muthar mat (f39bonzar bouzarºf10) regular, genuflections enclosed. Hek domov muy, there thou beest on the hummock, ghee up, ye dog, for your daggily broth, etc.(f39,ºf10) Happy Maria and Glorious Patrick, etc., etc. In fact, always(f39,f10) have(f39,f10) I believe. Greedo! Her's me hongue! (f39Amen, ptah!ºf10)

— And it is the fullsoot of a tarabred. Yet one minute's observation, dear dogmestic Shaun, as we point out how you have while away painted our town a wearing greenridinghued.

— O murder mere, how did you hear? Shaun replied, smoiling the ily way up his lampsleeve (it just seemed the natural thing to do), so shy of light was he then. Well, so be it! The gloom hath rays, her lump is love. And I will confess to have, yes. Your diogneses is anonest man's. Thrubedore I did(f39!.ºf10) Inditty I did. All lay I did. Down with the Saozon ruze! (f39From Pontoffbellek till the Kisslemerched our ledan striz will be.ºf10) And I am afraid it wouldn't
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be my first coat's wasting after striding on the vampire and blazing on the focoal. See! (f39blazing Blazingºf10) on the focoal. As see! (f39blazing Blazingºf10) upon the foe. Like the regular redshank I am. Impregnable as the mule himself. Somebody may perhaps hint at an aughter impression of I was wrong. No such a thing! You never made a more freudful mistake, excuse yourself! What's pork to you means meat to
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me while you behold how I be eld. But it is grandiose(f39,f10) by my ways of thinking(f39,ºf10) from the prophecies. New worlds for all! And they were scotographically arranged for gentlemen only by a scripchewer in (f39whofoundland Whofoundlandºf10) who finds he is a relative. And it was with my extravert davy. Like glue. Be through. Moyhard's daynoight, tomthumb. Phwum!

— How mielodorous is thy bel chant, O songbird, and how exqueezit thine (f39after draught afterdraughtºf10)! Buccinate in Emenia tuba insigni volumnitatis tuae. But do you mean, O phausdheen phewn, (f39from Pontoffbellek till the Kisslemerched our ledan triz will be? we weºf10) gathered substantively(f39,ºf10) whether furniture would or verdure varnish?

— It is a confoundyous injective so to say, Shaun(f39,ºf10) the fiery boy(f39,ºf10) shouted, naturally incensed, as he shook the red pepper out of his auricles. And another time please confine your glaring intinuations to some other mordant body. What on the physiog of this furnaced planet would I be doing besides your verjuice? That is more than I can fix, for the teom bihan(f39,ºf10) anyway. So let I and you now kindly drop that, angryman! That's not French pastry(f39.!ºf10) You can take it from me. Understand me when I tell you (and I will ask you not to whisple, cry golden or quoth mecback) that under the past purcell's office, so deeply deplored by my erstwhile elder friend, Miss Enders, poachmistress and gay receiver ever for in particular to the Scotic Poor Men's Thousand Gallon Cow Society (I was thinking of her in sthore)(f39,ºf10) allbethey blessed with twentytwo thousand sorters out of a biggest poss of twentytwo thousand, mine's won, too much privet stationery and safty quipu was ate up larchly by those nettlesome goats out of pension greed. (f39Colpa di Becco, Colpa di Becco,ºf10) buon apartita! Proceding, I will say it is also one of my avowal's intentions(f39,ºf10) at some time(f39,ºf10) pease Pod pluse murthers of gout(f39,ºf10) (f39(when whenºf10) I am not (f39prepared prepaidºf10) to say(f39),ºf10) so apt as my pen is upt to scratch, to compound quite the makings of a verdigrease savingsbook in the form of a pair of (f39capri sheep scapesheepf10) boxing gloves surrounding this matter of the Welsfusel mascoteers and their sindybuck that saved a city for my publickers, Nolaner and Browno, Nickil Hopstout, Christcross, so long as,
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thanks to force of destiny, my selary as a paykelt is propaired(f39,f10) and there is a peg under me and there is a tum till me.

(f39f10) To the Very Honourable The Memory of Disgrace, the Most Noble, Sometime Sweepyard at the Service of the Writer. Salutem dicint. The just defunct Mrs Sanders who (the Loyd insure her!) I was shift and shuft too, with her shester Mrs
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Shunders, both mudical dauctors from highschoolhorse and aslyke as Easther's leggs. She was the niceliest person of a wellteached nonparty woman that I ever acquired her letters, only too fat, used to babies and tottydean verbish(f39,ºf10) this is her entertermentdags for she shuk the bottle and tuk the medascene all times a day. She was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the poetics, me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon also was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski. P.L.M. Mevrouw von Andersen was her (f39whogave who gaveºf10) me a (f39muttonbrooch mutton broochºf10), stakkers(f39,ºf10) for her begfirst party. Honour thy farmer and my litters. This, my tears, is my last will intesticle wrote off in the strutforit about their absent female assauciations which I, or perhaps any other person what (f39squaton squat onºf10) a toffette, have the honour to (f39havef10) had (f39with themºf10) upon their polite sophykussens in the real presence of devouted Mrs Grumby when her skin was exposed to the air. O(f39,ºf10) what must the grief of my mund be for two little ptpt coolies worth twenty thousand quad (f39herewitdnessed here witnessedºf10) with both's (f39maddlemass Maddlemassºf10) wishes to Pepette for next match from their dearly beloved Roggers, M.D.D.O.D. May doubling drop of drooght! Writing.

(f39f10)(f39Hopsoloosely Hapsolooselyºf10) kidding you are totether with your cadenus and goat along nose how we shall complete that white paper. Two venusstas! Biggerstiff! Qweer but (f39gaon gaouºf10)! Be trouz and wholetrouz! Otherwise, frank Shaun, we pursued, what would be the autobiography of your softbodied fumiform?

— Hooraymost! None whomsoever, Shaun replied(f39, |shHeavenly blank!sh|f10) (he had (f39intentended intendedºf10) and was peering now rather close to the paste of his rubiny winklering)(f39,ºf10) though it ought to be more or less rawcawcaw romantical. (f39|shHeavenly blank!sh|ºf10) By the wag, how is Mr Fry? All of it, I might say, in ex-voto, pay and perks and wooden halfpence(f39,f10)
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(f39(f10) some rhino, rhine, O joyoust rhine(f39!)f10), was handled over spondaneously by me (and bundle end to my illwishers' Miss Anders! she woor her wraith of ruins the night she lost I left(f39!ºf10)) in the ligname of Mr van Howten of Tredcastles, Clowntalkin, timbreman, among my prodigits nabobs and navious of every subscription(f39,ºf10) entitled the Bois in the (f39Boscoor, Bosco orºf10) our evicted tenemants. What I say is (f39(and, andºf10) I am noen roehorn or culkilt(f39,ºf10) permit me to tell you, if uninformed(f39),.ºf10) I never spont it. Nor have I the ghuest of innation on me the way to. It is my rule so. It went anyway like hot pottagebake. And this brings me to my fresh point. Quoniam(f39,ºf10) I am as plain as portable enveloped, inhowmuch(f39,ºf10) you will now parably receive, care of one of (f39Mooseyeare Mooseyearsºf10) Goonness's registered andouterthus barrels. Quick take um whiffat andrainit. Now!