| continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all marry- | 1 |
| voising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he said, | 2 |
| reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable, trans- | 3 |
| accidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a divi- | 4 |
| dual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only, | 5 |
| mortal) but with each word that would not pass away the squid- | 6 |
| self which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world | 7 |
| waned chagreenold and doriangrayer in its dudhud. This exists | 8 |
| that isits after having been said we know. And dabal take dab- | 9 |
| nal! And the dal dabal dab aldanabal! So perhaps, agglaggagglo- | 10 |
| meratively asaspenking, after all and arklast fore arklyst on his | 11 |
| last public misappearance, circling the square, for the deathfête | 12 |
| of Saint Ignaceous Poisonivy, of the Fickle Crowd (hopon the | 13 |
| sexth day of Hogsober, killim our king, layum low !) and brandish- | 14 |
| ing his bellbearing stylo, the shining keyman of the wilds of | 15 |
| change, if what is sauce for the zassy is souse for the zazimas,the | 16 |
| blond cop who thought it was ink was out of his depth but | 17 |
| bright in the main. | 18 |
| Petty constable Sistersen of the Kruis-Kroon-Kraal it was, the | 19 |
| parochial watch, big the dog the dig the bog the bagger the | 20 |
| dugger the begadag degabug, who had been detailed from pollute | 21 |
| stoties to save him, this the quemquem, that the quum, from the | 22 |
| ligatureliablous effects of foul clay in little clots and mobmauling | 23 |
| on looks, that wrongcountered the tenderfoot an eveling near | 24 |
| the livingsmeansuniumgetherum, Knockmaree, Comty Mea, reel- | 25 |
| ing more to the right than he lurched to the left, on his way from | 26 |
| a protoprostitute (he would always have a (stp!) little pigeoness | 27 |
| somewhure with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt) | 28 |
| just as he was butting in rand the coyner of bad times under a | 29 |
| hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship | 30 |
| through his boardelhouse fongster, greeting for grazious oras | 31 |
| as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring? | 32 |
| Sergo, search me, the incapable reparteed with a selfevitant | 33 |
| subtlety so obviously spurious and, raising his hair, after the | 34 |
| grace, with the christmas under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser | 35 |
| and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a prance | 36 |