| ponnippers! Halt there sob story to your lambdad's tale! Are | 1 |
| you roman cawthrick 432? | 2 |
Quadrigue my yoke. | 3 |
| Triple my tryst. | 4 |
| Tandem my sire. | 5 |
History as her is harped. Too the toone your owldfrow lied | 6 |
| of. Tantris, hattrick, tryst and parting, by vowelglide! I feel | 7 |
| your thrilljoy mouths overtspeaking, O dragoman, hands under- | 8 |
| studium. Plunger words what paddle verbed. Mere man's mime: | 9 |
| God has jest. The old order changeth and lasts like the first. | 10 |
| Every third man has a chink in his conscience and every other | 11 |
| woman has a jape in her mind. Now, fix on the little fellow in my | 12 |
| eye, Minucius Mandrake, and follow my little psychosinology, | 13 |
| poor armer in slingslang. Now I, the lord of Tuttu, am placing | 14 |
| that inital T square of burial jade upright to your temple a | 15 |
| moment. Do you see anything, templar? | 16 |
I see a blackfrinch pliestrycook . . . who is carrying on | 17 |
| his brainpan . . . a cathedral of lovejelly for his . . . Tiens, how | 18 |
| he is like somebodies! | 19 |
Pious, a pious person. What sound of tistress isoles my | 20 |
| ear? I horizont the same, this serpe with ramshead, and lay it | 21 |
| lightly to your lip a little. What do you feel, liplove? | 22 |
I feel a fine lady . . . floating on a stillstream of | 23 |
| isisglass . . . with gold hair to the bed . . . and white arms to the | 24 |
| twinklers . . . O la la! | 25 |
Purely, in a pure manner. O, sey but swift and still a vain | 26 |
| essaying! Trothed today, trenned tomorrow. I invert the initial | 27 |
| of your tripartite and sign it sternly, and adze to girdle. on your | 28 |
| breast. What do you hear, breastplate? | 29 |
I ahear of a hopper behidin the door slappin his feet in a | 30 |
| pool of bran. | 31 |
Bellax, acting like a bellax. And so the triptych vision | 32 |
| passes. Out of a hillside into a hillside. Fairshee fading. Again | 33 |
| am I deliciated by the picaresqueness of your irmages. Now, | 34 |
| the oneir urge iterimpellant, I feel called upon to ask did it | 35 |
| ever occur to you, qua you, prior to this, by a stretch of | 36 |