A public plouse. Citizen soldiers.
(a smart boy, of the peat freers, thirty two eleven, looking
through the roof towards a relevution of the karmalife order
to his hoisting of an emergency umberolum in byway of
solation to the rhyttel in his hedd).
All was flashing and krashning
blurty moriartsky blutcherudd? What see, buttywalch? Tell
(mottledged youth, clergical appealance, who, as his pied
friar, is supposing to motto the sorry dejester in tifftaff
to be digarced from ever and a daye in his accounts).
But da. But
dada, mwilshsuni. Till even so aften. Sea vaast a pool!
(porumptly helping himself out by the cesspull with a yellup
yurrup, puts up his furry furzed hare).
Butly bitly! Humme to our
mounthings. Conscribe him tillusk, unt, in his jubalant
the groundsapper, with his soilday site out on his moulday
in. The gubern . . .