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| − | + | the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle | |
| − | + | and cut. But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale | |
| − | + | eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him the journeyall | |
| − | + | Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. You | |
| − | + | had a gamier cock than Pete, Jake or Martin and your archgoose | |
| − | + | of geese stubbled for All Angels' Day. So may the priest of seven | |
| − | + | worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you | |
| − | + | as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey that's in Heaven! | |
| − | + | Hep, hep, hurrah there! Hero! Seven times thereto we salute | |
| − | + | you! The whole bag of kits, falconplumes and jackboots incloted, | |
| − | + | is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system | |
| − | + | of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copri- | |
| − | + | capron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the | |
| − | + | region of sahuls. And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck | |
| − | + | tick's swell. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome | |
| − | + | roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not | |
| − | + | unrested! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid, | |
| − | + | Totumcalmum, saith: I know thee, metherjar, I know thee, sal- | |
| − | + | vation boat. For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama- | |
| − | + | nation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming | |
| − | + | is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors | |
| − | + | and of the grammarians of Christpatrick's ordered concerning | |
| − | + | thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing. Howe of the ship- | |
| − | + | men, steep wall! | |
| − | + | Everything's going on the same or so it appeals to all of us, | |
| − | + | in the old holmsted here. Coughings all over the sanctuary, bad | |
| − | + | scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for breakfast, one o'gong | |
| − | + | for lunch and dinnerchime. As popular as when Belly the First | |
| − | + | was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same | |
| − | + | shop slop in the window. Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's | |
| − | + | Vi-Cocoa and the Eswuards' desippated soup beside Mother Sea- | |
| − | + | gull's syrup. Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. Coal's | |
| − | + | short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again, | |
| − | + | begrained to it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir, | |
| − | + | spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by | |
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Текущая версия на 14:34, 11 января 2013
the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle and cut. But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him the journeyall Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. You had a gamier cock than Pete, Jake or Martin and your archgoose of geese stubbled for All Angels' Day. So may the priest of seven worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey that's in Heaven! Hep, hep, hurrah there! Hero! Seven times thereto we salute you! The whole bag of kits, falconplumes and jackboots incloted, is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copri- capron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the region of sahuls. And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck tick's swell. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not unrested! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid, Totumcalmum, saith: I know thee, metherjar, I know thee, sal- vation boat. For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama- nation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors and of the grammarians of Christpatrick's ordered concerning thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing. Howe of the ship- men, steep wall!
Everything's going on the same or so it appeals to all of us,
in the old holmsted here. Coughings all over the sanctuary, bad scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for breakfast, one o'gong for lunch and dinnerchime. As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same shop slop in the window. Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's Vi-Cocoa and the Eswuards' desippated soup beside Mother Sea- gull's syrup. Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. Coal's short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again, begrained to it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir, spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by mudapplication. Allfor the books and never pegging smashers
