Illustration.	quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood		1
	lekar! Where's Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war itwas		2
	in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer! From this		3
	misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible		4
	fancyflame. 1 Ask for bosthoon, late for Mass,		5
	pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could		6
	wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne		7
	as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick!		8
	Nock the muddy nickers! 2 Christ's Church		9
	varses Bellial!) Dear and he went on to scripple		10
Ascription of the	gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen		11
Active.	for her, he would pine for her, 3 how he would		12
	patpun fun for all 4 with his frolicky frowner		13
	so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how		14
	are you, waggy? 5 My animal his sorrafool!		15
	And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non é		16
	vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot		17
	all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister-		18
	mysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with		19
	a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday,		20
	wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till		21
	the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches!		22
	He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of		23
	shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or		24
Proscription of	touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more		25
the Passive.	ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low		26
	on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle.		27
	And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was		28
	laying him long on his laughside lying sack		29
	to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf's intes-		30
1 And she had to seek a pond's apeace to salve her suiterkins. Sued!
2 Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish?
3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with
curtsey flowers.
4 A nastilow disigraible game.
5 Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the
corner. Grunny Grant.