| Reeve Gootch was right and Reeve Drughad was sinistrous! And | 1 |
| the cut of him! And the strut of him! How he used to hold his | 2 |
| head as high as a howeth, the famous eld duke alien, with a hump | 3 |
| of grandeur on him like a walking wiesel rat. And his derry's | 4 |
| own drawl and his corksown blather and his doubling stutter | 5 |
| and his gullaway swank. Ask Lictor Hackett or Lector Reade | 6 |
| of Garda Growley or the Boy with the Billyclub. How elster is | 7 |
| he a called at all? Qu'appelle? Huges Caput Earlyfouler. Or | 8 |
| where was he born or how was he found? Urgothland, Tvistown | 9 |
| on the Kattekat? New Hunshire, Concord on the Merrimake? | 10 |
| Who blocksmitt her saft anvil or yelled lep to her pail? Was her | 11 |
| banns never loosened in Adam and Eve's or were him and her | 12 |
| but captain spliced? For mine ether duck I thee drake. And by | 13 |
| my wildgaze I thee gander. Flowey and Mount on the brink of | 14 |
| time makes wishes and fears for a happy isthmass. She can show | 15 |
| all her lines, with love, license to play. And if they don't remarry | 16 |
| that hook and eye may ! O, passmore that and oxus another! Don | 17 |
| Dom Dombdomb and his wee follyo! Was his help inshored in | 18 |
| the Stork and Pelican against bungelars, flu and third risk par- | 19 |
| ties? I heard he dug good tin with his doll, delvan first and duvlin | 20 |
| after, when he raped her home, Sabrine asthore, in a parakeet's | 21 |
| cage, by dredgerous lands and devious delts, playing catched and | 22 |
| mythed with the gleam of her shadda, (if a flic had been there to | 23 |
| pop up and pepper him!) past auld min's manse and Maisons | 24 |
| Allfou and the rest of incurables and the last of immurables, the | 25 |
| quaggy waag for stumbling. Who sold you that jackalantern's | 26 |
| tale? Pemmican's pasty pie! Not a grasshoop to ring her, not an | 27 |
| antsgrain of ore. In a gabbard he barqued it, the boat of life, | 28 |
| from the harbourless Ivernikan Okean, till he spied the loom of | 29 |
| his landfall and he loosed two croakers from under his tilt, the | 30 |
| gran Phenician rover. By the smell of her kelp they made the | 31 |
| pigeonhouse. Like fun they did! But where was Himself, the | 32 |
| timoneer? That marchantman he suivied their scutties right over | 33 |
| the wash, his cameleer's burnous breezing up on him, till with | 34 |
| his runagate bowmpriss he roade and borst her bar. Pilcomayo! | 35 |
| Suchcaughtawan! And the whale's away with the grayling! Tune | 36 |