man, Thorker the Tourable; you feel like that former son of all crea- tion, tigerwood roadstaff to his hindmost; between youlasses and yeladst glimse of Even; the Lug his peak has, the Luk his pile; drinks tharr and wodhar for his home way from Maizenhead to Youghal. And that’s how I’ll bottle your greedypuss beautibus for ye, begor, and planxty of it, I can get redressed, which means the end and enjoyed their laughings merry