Here let a few artifacts fend in their own favour. The river felt	1
she wanted salt. That was just where Brien came in. The country	2
asked for bearspaw for dindin! And boundin aboundin it got it	3
surly. We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kingdom,	4
we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching	5
the land. We suddenly have. Our isle is Sainge. The place. That	6
stern chuckler Mayhappy Mayhapnot, once said to repeation	7
in that lutran conservatory way of his that Isitachapel-Asitalukin	8
was the one place, ult aut nult, in this madh vaal of tares (whose	9
verdhure's yellowed therever Phaiton parks his car while its	10
tamelised tay is the drame of Drainophilias) where the possible	11
was the improbable and the improbable the inevitable. If the pro-	12
verbial bishop of our holy and undivided with this me ken or no	13
me ken Zot is the Quiztune havvermashed had his twoe nails	14
on the head we are in for a sequentiality of improbable possibles	15
though possibly nobody after having grubbed up a lock of cwold	16
cworn aboove his subject probably in Harrystotalies or the vivle	17
will go out of his way to applaud him on the onboiassed back of	18
his remark for utterly impossible as are all these events they are	19
probably as like those which may have taken place as any others	20
which never took person at all are ever likely to be. Ahahn!	21
About that original hen. Midwinter (fruur or kuur?) was in the	22
offing and Premver a promise of a pril when, as kischabrigies sang	23
life's old sahatsong, an iceclad shiverer, merest of bantlings ob-	24
served a cold fowl behaviourising strangely on that fatal midden	25
or chip factory or comicalbottomed copsjute (dump for short)	26
afterwards changed into the orangery when in the course of	27
deeper demolition unexpectedly one bushman's holiday its limon	28
threw up a few spontaneous fragments of orangepeel, the last	29
remains of an outdoor meal by some unknown sunseeker or place-	30
hider illico way back in his mistridden past. What child of a strand-	31
looper but keepy little Kevin in the despondful surrounding of	32
such sneezing cold would ever have trouved up on a strate that	33
was called strete a motive for future saintity by euchring the	34
finding of the Ardagh chalice by another heily innocent and	35
beachwalker whilst trying with pious clamour to wheedle Tip-	36