Thursday, February 6, 2014

Page 154

Assigned reading (6 2/2 par [] plus 170 notes) [secondary] [McH] [*]






[see chapters 1-4 for more-fleshed-out annotations]






FDV: "I am blessed to see you, my dear mister. Will you not perhaps tell me everything, if you are pleased, sir? —Blast yourself roared the Mookse and the mice quailed to hear him at all for you cannot make a silken noise out of a hoarse oar. No, hang you! I am superbly in my health. Rot! —I am till infinity obliged with you, said the Gripes. I am having a watch on all my extremities. By the watch, what is the time? —Quote awhore! replied the Mookse. It is just about what I came for. Let there be orlog. Let here be Irene. Let you be Beeton. And let me be Los Angelos. Well, sour, do you give it up? —I wd never give you up, replied the Gripes with the nethermost despair. My temple is my own. But I can never tell you"

FDV2: "laughed at his voice for they knew their sly toad lowry well. I am blessed to see you, my dear mister. Will you not perhopes tell me everything, if you are pleased, sanity? —Rats! roared the Mookse and the mice quailed to hear him at all for you cannot wake a silken noise out of a hoarse oar. Blast yourself! No, hang you! I am superbly in my supreme poncif. Rot! —I am till infinity obliged with you, said the Gripes. I am still always having a watch wish on all my extremities. By the watch, what is the time, pace? —Ask my index! Quote awhore! replied the Mookse in highest of humour rapidly becoming clement urban & celestinal. It is quite about what I came for. Let there be orlog. Let here be Irene. Let you be Beeton. And let me be Los Angelos. Well, sour, do you give you up? —I can never give you up, replied the Gripes with his nethermost wanhope. My temple is my own. But I hear I can rarely tell you"

mysteries:



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1 comment:

  1. at this pernt in herstory da veal is hammmered down.

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