019.01 part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an

019.02 allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of

019.03 quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make

019.04 the tomtummy's pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these

019.05 rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha,

019.06 whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that's thuck in its thoil like thum-

019.07fool's thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it

019.08 all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kim-

019.09 mells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets' eegs

019.10 (O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now

019.11 quite epsilene, and oldwolldy wobblewers, haudworth a wipe o

019.12 grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is

019.13 sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular

019.14 Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the

019.15 cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip-

019.16 pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them

019.17 pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats-

019.18 thats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the

019.19 same balifuson. Racketeers and bottloggers.

[019.20-019.30]: of the number 111 — sons and daughters.

019.20 Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise. One by one place one

019.21 be three dittoh and one before. Two nursus one make a plaus-

019.22 ible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boaboa and three-

019.23 legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their

019.24mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight of liberorumqueue

019.25 to con an we can till allhorrors eve. What a meanderthalltale to

019.26 unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and anntisquattor

019.27 and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be every tim, nick

019.28 and larry of us, sons of the sod, sons, littlesons, yea and lealittle-

019.29 sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters

019.30 of Nan! Accusative ahnsire! Damadam to infinities!

[019.31-020.18]: ancient times — writings and readings.

019.31 True there was in nillohs dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer

019.32 in the waste,and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies

019.33 to let flee. All was of ancientry. You gave me a boot (signs on

019.34 it!) and I ate the wind. I quizzed you a quid (with for what?) and

019.35 you went to the quod. But the world, mind, is, was and will be

019.36 writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that fall