057.01 raised the rains have levelled but we hear the pointers and can

057.02 gauge their compass for the melos yields the mode and the mode

057.03 the manners plicyman, plansiman, plousiman, plab. Tsin tsin tsin

057.04 tsin! The forefarther folkers for a prize of two peaches with

057.05 Ming, Ching and Shunny on the lie low lea. We'll sit down on

057.06 the hope of the ghouly ghost for the titheman troubleth but his

057.07 hantitat hies not here. They answer from their Zoans; Hear the

057.08 four of them! Hark torroar of them! I, says Armagh, and a'm

057.09 proud o'it. I, says Clonakilty, God help us! I, says Deansgrange,

057.10 and say nothing. I, says Barna, and whatabout it? Hee haw! Be-

057.11 fore he fell hill he filled heaven: a stream, alplapping streamlet,

057.12 coyly coiled um, cool of her curls: We were but thermites then,

057.13 wee, wee. Our antheap we sensed as a Hill of Allen, the Barrow

057.14 for an People, one Jotnursfjaell: and it was a grummelung amung

057.15 the porktroop that wonderstruck us as a thunder, yunder.

[057.16-057.29]: the facts are too uncertain — but there is the photograph with Alice.

057.16 Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely

057.17 few to warrant our certitude, the evidencegivers by legpoll too

057.18 untrustworthily irreperible where his adjugers are semmingly

057.19 freak threes but his judicandees plainly minus twos. Neverthe-

057.20 less Madam's Toshowus waxes largely more lifeliked (entrance,

057.21 one kudos; exits, free) and our notional gullery is now com-

057.22 pletely complacent, an exegious monument, aerily perennious.

057.23 Oblige with your blackthorns; gamps, degrace! And there many

057.24 have paused before that exposure of him by old Tom Quad, a

057.25 flashback in which he sits sated, gowndabout, in clericalease ha-

057.26 bit, watching bland sol slithe dodgsomely into the nethermore,

057.27 a globule of maugdleness about to corrugitate his mild dewed

057.28 cheek and the tata of a tiny victorienne, Alys, pressed by his

057.29 limper looser.

[057.30-058.22]: one thing is certain — he was repeatedly tried.

057.30 Yet certes one is. Eher the following winter had overed the

057.31 pages of nature's book and till Ceadurbar-atta-Cleath became

057.32 Dablena Tertia, the shadow of the huge outlander, maladik, mult-

057.33 vult, magnoperous, had bulked at the bar of a rota of tribunals in

057.34 manor hall as in thieves' kitchen, mid pillow talk and chithouse

057.35 chat, on Marlborough Green as through Molesworth Fields, here

057.36 sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice, there acquitted con-