| sweat of night blues moist upon them. Feefee! phopho!! | 1 |
| foorchtha!!! aggala!!!! jeeshee!!!!! paloola!!!!!! ooridiminy!!!!!!! | 2 |
| Afeared themselves were to wonder at the class of a crossroads | 3 |
| puzzler he would likely be, length by breadth nonplussing his | 4 |
| thickness, ells upon ells of him, making so many square yards of | 5 |
| him, one half of him in Conn's half but the whole of him never- | 6 |
| theless in Owenmore's five quarters. There would he lay till | 7 |
| they would him descry, spancelled down upon a blossomy bed, at | 8 |
| one foule stretch, amongst the daffydowndillies, the flowers of | 9 |
| narcosis fourfettering his footlights, a halohedge of wild spuds | 10 |
| hovering over him, epicures waltzing with gardenfillers, puritan | 11 |
| shoots advancing to Aran chiefs. Phopho!! The meteor pulp | 12 |
| of him, the seamless rainbowpeel. Aggala!!!! His bellyvoid of | 13 |
| nebulose with his neverstop navel. Paloola!!!!!! And his veins | 14 |
| shooting melanite phosphor, his creamtocustard cometshair and | 15 |
| his asteroid knuckles, ribs and members. Ooridiminy!!!!!!! His | 16 |
| electrolatiginous twisted entrails belt. | 17 |
| Those four claymen clomb together to hold their sworn star- | 18 |
| chamber quiry on him. For he was ever their quarrel, the way | 19 |
| they would see themselves, everybug his bodiment atop of | 20 |
| annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two | 21 |
| of his morning. Up to the esker ridge it was, Mallinger parish, to a | 22 |
| mead that was not far, the son's rest. First klettered Shanator | 23 |
| Gregory, seeking spoor through the deep timefield, Shanator | 24 |
| Lyons, trailing the wavy line of his partition footsteps (some- | 25 |
| thing in his blisters was telling him all along how he had | 26 |
| been in that place one time), then his Recordership, Dr Shuna- | 27 |
| dure Tarpey, caperchasing after honourable sleep, hot on to the | 28 |
| aniseed and, up out of his prompt corner, old Shunny MacShunny, | 29 |
| MacDougal the hiker, in the rere of them on the run, to make a | 30 |
| quorum. Roping their ass he was, their skygrey globetrotter, | 31 |
| by way of an afterthought and by no means legless either for | 32 |
| such sprouts on him they were that much oneven it was tumbling | 33 |
| he was by four lengths, within the bawl of a mascot, kuss yuss, | 34 |
| kuss cley, patsy watsy, like the kapr in the kabisses, the big ass, | 35 |
| to hear with his unaided ears the harp in the air, the bugle | 36 |