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0DV: "with lump upon lump of rich stuffing swamping grand brown gravy for him. Once when in a state of helplessly hopeless inebriation peel of a citron to his nostrils & hiccupped he could live all his days on the smell of it, as the citr, as the cedron, as the cedar on the founts on the mountains, lemon on, of Lebanon. The lowness of him was beyond all that was ever known. No firewater or first shot or gutburning gin or honest red or brown beer. No. O no. But he botched up on some kind of a wheywhinging rhubarbarous yallagreen decoction of sour grapes & according to him it his cups it came straight from the noble white fat, the most noble wide her white hide that, from the winevat of the archduchess, Fanny Urinia. Talk about lowness! [...] Lowness visibly oozed out from this dirty little beetle for the very first instant the Thornton girl saw him walking"

1DV: "with lump after lump of rich stuffing swamping in grand brown gravy for him. Once when in a state of helplessly hopeless inebriation he tried to lift the peel of a citron to his nostrils & hiccupped apparently impromptu he could live all his days on the smell of it, as the citr, as the cedron, as the cedar on the founts on the mountains, lemon on, of Lebanon. O, the lowness of him was beyond all that was ever sunk to. No firewater or first shot or gutburning gin or honest red or brown beer. No. O no. But he sobbed himself sick on some kind of a wheywhinging rhubarbarous yallagreen decoction of soured grapes & to hear him retching off in his sentimentality cups to his disreputable with swillers who when they found they cd not carry another drop were rightly indignant at his hospitality it came straight from the noble white fat, the most noble wide sat her white hide that, from the winevat of the lovely exquisite archduchess, Fanny Urinia. Talk about lowness! [...] Lowness visibly oozed out from this dirty little beetle for the very first instant the Thornton girl with her Kodak saw the as yet unremunerated national apostate who was genuinely gun & camera shy, taking a short cut when returning from a funeral"

FDV2: "a swamp of bogbrown gravy for him. Once when in a state of helplessly hopeless intoxication he tried to lift the peel of a citron to either nostril and hiccupped, apparently impromptu, that he could live all his days by the smell, as the citr, as the cedron, as the cedar, of the founts, on the mountains, with lemon on, of Lebanon. O, the lowness of him was beyond all that was ever sunk to. No firewater of firstshot usquebagh or gutburning gin or honest ruddy beer either. No. O no. Instead he sobbed himself sick on some sort of a wheywhinging rhubarbarous yellagreen applejack squeezed out of his sour grapes and, to listen him retching off to his almost as low with swillers, who were rightly indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found they could not carry another drop, it came straight from the noble white fat, the openwide sat, her white hide that, from the winevat of the serene exquisite archduchess fancy you are in her at, you're in her, Fannie Urinia. Talk about lowness! It visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty black beetle for the very first instant the Kenny girl with her kodak the as yet unremunerated national apostate who was cowardly gun & camera shy taking what he thought was a short cut"

FDV3: "a swamp of bogbrown gravy for him. He preferred the mess hash of Europe's lentils lentils in Europe to Ireland's tight little pea. Once when in a state of helplessly hopeless intoxication he tried to lift the peel of a citron to either nostril and hiccupped, apparently impromptu, that he could live all his days by the smell, as the citr, as the cedron, as the cedar, of the founts, on the mountains, with lemon on, of Lebanon. O, the lowness of him was beyond all that was ever sunk to. No firewater of firstshot usquebagh or gutburning gin or honest ruddy beer either. No. O no. Instead he sobbed himself sick on some sort of a wheywhinging rhubarbarous yellagreen applejack squeezed out of his sour grapes and, to hear him in his sentimentality cups when he had absorbed enough & too much of a feast of it retching off to his almost as low with swillers, who always knew when they had enough & were rightly indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found they could not carry another drop, it came straight from the noble white fat, the openwide sat, her white hide that, from the winevat of the serene exquisite archduchess fancy you' ringing at, fanny you're in her yet, Fannie Urinia. Talk about lowness! Any dog's quantity of It visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty black beetle for the very first instant the Kenny Turnbull girl with her kodak saw the as yet unremunerated national apostate who was cowardly gun & camera shy taking what he fondly thought was a short cut after having buried a friend not long before by the wrong goods entrance"


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