What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersday this municipal sin
business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness to the thunder of his arafatas
but we hear also through successive ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified
muzzlenimiissilehims that would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled
out of heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sustainer,
what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and before we lump down upown
our leatherbed and in the night and at the fading of the stars ! For a nod to
the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that
provost scoffing bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the
crunchbracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She has a
gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the dreamydeary. Heed!
Heed ! It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it mought have been
due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others looked at it. (There extand
by now one thousand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe
ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rollsrights,
carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons,
hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, megaphoggs, circuses and wardsmoats
and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler
in the coat and the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow
burrocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his blightblack
workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobibusses sleighding along
Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies snooping around Tell-No-Tailors'
Corner and the fumes and the hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous
romekeepers, homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud murumd
and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may and a reef for hugh
butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warning Phill filt tippling full. His howd
feeled heavy, his hoddit did shake. (There was a wall of course in erection)
Dimb! He stottered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,
mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For whole the world to
see.