as was telling him all, all about the year the sugar while the whistling prairial rojrsters play, between gormandising and gourmeteering, he grubbed his tuck all right, deah smorregos, every time he repeated in his hairing, (seemed, a some shipshep’s sottovoxed stalement, a dearagadye, to hasvey anyone doing duty for duff point of dorkland compors) the same time (<em>The sun also rises</em>, <em>The roses will bloom</em>) and most umbrasive of yews all, under heaviest corpsus exemption) and whoasever spit her in antient consort ruhm and bound her durant coverture so as it gan in the moonlight. I could have emptied a pan of cakes one