018.01 Jute. - 'Zmorde!
018.02 Mutt. - Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des-
018.03 pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup
018.04 them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust
018.05 and being humus the same roturns. He who runes
018.06 may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle,
018.07 crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum-
018.08 blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in
018.09 your whisht!
018.10 Jute. - Whysht?
018.11 Mutt. - The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.
018.12 Jute. - Howe?
018.13 Mutt. - Here is viceking's graab.
018.14 Jute. - Hwaad !
018.15 Mutt. - Ore you astoneaged, jute you?
018.16 Jute. - Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud.
[018.17-019.19]: the book itself — a hoard of alphabets, snakes, etc.
018.17 (Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios
018.18 of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since
018.19 We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told
018.20 of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They
018.21 lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is
018.22 given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and
018.23 again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds
018.24 walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that
018.25 knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that
018.26 convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that
018.27 adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en-
018.28 tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his
018.29 navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively-
018.30 onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt,
018.31 an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at
018.32 all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht.
018.33 Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and
018.34 arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for
018.35 a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the
018.36 waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ╖ace to ╙ace! When a
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