| And it is what they began to say to him tetrahedrally then, the | 1 |
| masters, what way was he. | 2 |
He's giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived. | 3 |
Yerra, why dat, my leader? | 4 |
Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah? | 5 |
Or his wind's from the wrong cut, says Ned of the Hill. | 6 |
Lesten! | 7 |
Why so and speak up, do you hear me, you sir? | 8 |
Or he's rehearsing somewan's funeral. | 9 |
Whisht outathat! Hubba's up! | 10 |
| And as they were spreading abroad on their octopuds their | 11 |
| drifter nets, the chromous gleamy seiners' nets and,no lie, there was | 12 |
| word of assonance being softspoken among those quartermasters. | 13 |
Get busy, kid! | 14 |
Chirpy, come now! | 15 |
The present hospices is a good time. | 16 |
I'll take on that chap. | 17 |
| For it was in the back of their mind's ear, temptive lissomer, | 18 |
| how they would be spreading in quadriliberal their azurespotted | 19 |
| fine attractable nets, their nansen nets, from Matt Senior to the | 20 |
| thurrible mystagogue after him and from thence to the neighbour | 21 |
| and that way to the puisny donkeyman and his crucifer's cauda. | 22 |
| And in their minds years backslibris, so it was, slipping beauty, | 23 |
| how they would be meshing that way, when he rose to it, with | 24 |
| the planckton at play about him, the quivers of scaly silver and | 25 |
| their clutches of chromes of the highly lucid spanishing gold | 26 |
| whilst, as hour gave way to mazing hour, with Yawn himself | 27 |
| keeping time with his thripthongue, to ope his blurbeous lips he | 28 |
| would, a let out classy, the way myrrh of the moor and molten | 29 |
| moonmist would be melding mellifond indo his mouth. | 30 |
Y? | 31 |
Before You! | 32 |
Ecko! How sweet thee answer makes! Afterwheres? In the | 33 |
| land of lions' odor? | 34 |
Friends! First if yu don't mind. Name yur historical grouns. | 35 |
This same prehistoric barrow 'tis, the orangery. | 36 |