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0DV: "He was able to write in the gloom of his bottle only because his noseglow as it slid over the paper and while he scribbled & scratched nameless shamelessnesses about others over & over his foul text he used to draw endless portraits of himself up and down the two margins as a strikingly handsome young man with lyrics in his eyes and a lovely pair of Italian moustaches. How unwhisperably low! [...] lives in inkbottlehouse"

1DV: "He was able to write in the gloom of his bottle only because of his nose's glow as it slid over the paper and while he scribbled & scratched nameless shamelessnesses about everybody ever he met even under a slimy bridge out of a shower over & over his foul text he used to draw endless portraits of himself up and down the two margins as a strikingly handsome young man with lyrics in his eyes and a lovely pair of inky Italian moustaches. How unwhisperably low! [...] lives at expense of ratepayers in haunted inkbottlehouse infested with the raps"

FDV2: "unsigned first copies of original masterpieces, how many pseudostylous shamiana, how few of the most venerated public impostures, how very many palimpsests slipped from that plagiarist pen? But for his nose's glow as it slid so close to the parchment he would never have penned a word to paper. By that rosy lamp's effluvious burning he scribbled & scratched nameless shamelessness about everybody ever he met, even sheltering for 5 minutes from a shower under the dogs' umbrella of a public wall, all over the margins of his foul text he used to draw endless portraits of himself as a strikingly handsome young man with love lyrics in his eyes & a lovely pair of inky Italian moustaches. How unwhisperably low! The house of Shem, known as the haunted inkbottle, in which he groped through life at the expense of the taxpayers, injected into day & night"

FDV3: "unsigned first copies of original masterpieces, how many pseudostylous shamiana, how few of the most venerated public impostures, how very many palimpsests slipped from that plagiarist pen? Be that as it may, But for his nose's glow as it slid so close to the parchment he would never have penned a word to paper. By that rosy lamp's effluvious burning he scribbled & scratched nameless shamelessness about everybody ever he met, even sheltering for 5 minutes from a spring shower under the dogs' umbrella of a public wall, while all over & up & down the two margins of his foul text the evilsmeller used to draw endlessly inartistic portraits of himself as a strikingly handsome young man with love lyrics in his eyes a tiptop tenor voice, a ducal income of £2O,000 a year derived from landed property, Oxford manners, morals and [...], a brandnew 3 guinea evening suit for a party, & a lovely pair of inky Italian's moustaches. How unwhisperably low! The house of Shame, infested with the raps & known as the haunted inkbottle, in which he groped through life at the expense of the taxpayers, injected into day & night"

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