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FDV: "my entire mindful about it I should it the Ormuzd element in our midst. Butyrum et mel comedet ut sciat reprobare malum et eligere bonum. This also explain why Der Hansli ist ein Butterbrot, Butterbrot, Butterbrot. Der Hursli ist ein Schtinkenkott. Ja, ja, ja. This, in fact, is Caseous a hole or two, the stink aforefelt, and some worms. However let us be tolerant {in drinkhard philosophies} tolerantiae causa. We cannot escape our like and mislikes Nex quovis burro num fit mercaseous? I am not thereby giving my final endorsement to the Cusanus philosophy in which old Nicholas pegs it down that the smarter the spinning the top the sounder the span of the bottom. (What he ought to have said, of course, was: the more stolidly immobile in space appears to be the bottom which is presented to us in time by the top primomobile). And I shall be misunderstood if understood to give an uncondiontal sineque to the heroical fury of Nolanus theory or, at any rate, if that subsub of a part of his theory where Theophily While I am not recommending the Silkebjorg hetyrodynamo machine for the more economic helixtrolysis of these adipates until I have looked into it a little more closely I shall go on with my decisions after having shown in time of what both products of our social stomach"

FDV2: "my entire mindful about it I should call him the Ormuzd element in our midst. Butyrum et mel comedet ut sciat reprobare malum et eligere bonum. This also will explain why Der Hansli ist ein Butterbrot, Butterbrot, Butterbrot. Und Kobi ist ein Schtinkenkott. Ja, ja, ja. This, in fact, is Caseous the brotherscotch or por tyron! a hole or two, the stink aforefelt, and some prigging worms. However you complain and Hi Hi High must say you are not mistaken. We cannot (this is what has) escape our like and mislikes exiles or ambusheers, beggar or neighbor Nex quovis burro num fit mercaseous? I am not thereby giving my final endorsement to the learned ignorance the Cusanus philosophy in which old Nicholas pegs it down that the smarter the spin of the top the sounder the span of the bottom. (What he ought to have said, of course, was: the more stolidly immobile in space appears to be the bottom which is presented to us in time by the top primomobile). And I shall be misunderstood if understood to give an uncondiontal sineque to the heroical fury of the Nolanus theory or, at any rate, if that subsub of a part of his theory where Theophily While I am not recommending the Silkebjorg tyrodynamo machine for the more economic helixtrolysis of these adipates until I have looked into it for myself a little more closely I shall go on with my decisions after having shown you in time of what both products of our social stomach"

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FDV: "Burrus has a Caseous may think himself a thought of a caviller but rounded head of a thoftthinking fideism. He has milk and wisdom in every tooth of him. His whereas the other fellow. It was correctly stated (it is really unnecessary for me to say by whom) that his eyestretch was so clarety that whole borough of Saint Poutresbourg to be avalanched over him he could still make out with his eyestritch the green moat in Ireland's eye. Let me show you a fulltruth of Burrus when a younger. Here is in six by sevens. A cleanly thing, by the gods! A cheery ripe outlook, so help me Deusfidius! If I were to say"

FDV2: "The old Kaeser unbeurrable from age, having always & chewly been got rid of {removed} the twin types are set to make their reupearance on the deserted table from age to I could point {paint) you that butter if you had some wash. Caseous may think himself a thought of a caviller but Burrus has the richly rounded head of a thoftthinking fideism. He has milk and wisdom in every tooth of him whereas the other fellow. It was aptly & correctly stated (it is really unnecessary for me to say by whom) that his seeingcraft was so clarety that were the whole borough of Saint Poutresbourg to be avalanched over him he could still make out with his eyestritch the green moat in Ireland's Eye. Let me sell you the fulltruth of Burrus when he wor a younker. Here is in six by sevens. A cleanly thing, by the gods! A cheery ripe outlook, so help me Deusfidius! If I were to say"

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FDV: "michelangelines fool so dread I proved to myself & your satisfaction how his abject all through (the quickquid of Professor Ciondoloni's Bettlemensch) is nothing so much more than a mere cashdime however genteel he may want us to feel about it (I am speaking of us in the second person) for to this grade of intelleckuals dime is cash and the cash system (you must not be allowed to forget that this is all contained, I mean the system is, in the origen of spurious) means that I cannot have a piece of cheese in your pocket at the same time & with the same manners as Burrus, let us like to imagine, is the genuine prime, the real choice, where Caseous obversely the revise of him, and in fact, not an ideal cheese at all, though the better man of the two is meltingly addicted to the more cas eal side of the arrival and, let me say it at once, as zealous over him as passably."

FDV2: "michelangelines fool so dread I proved to myself & your sotisfiction how his abject all through (the quickquid of Professor Ciondoloni's too frequently hypothicated Bettlemensch) is nothing so much more than a mere cashdime however genteel he may want us to feel about it (I am speaking of us in the second person) for to this grade of intelleckuals dime is cash and the cash system (you must not be allowed to forget that this is all contained, I mean the system is, in the origen of spurious) means that I cannot now have & nothave a piece of cheeps in your pocket at the same times & with the same manners as unless Burrus & Caseous have or have not simultaneously selldear to soldhere once in the dear dairy days of by & buy, Burrus, let us like to imagine, is the genuine prime, the real choice, whereas Caseous is obversely the revise of him, and in fact, not an ideal cheese by any meals, though the better man of the two is meltingly addicted to the more cas eal side of the arrival and, let me say it at once, as zealous over him as he passably."

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FDV: "because he is such a barefooted robber with my supersocks pushed over his face which I published in my best backgarden. You will say it is most unenglish and I hope you will be right. But (will you come over and let us moomor to each other under our vocies). i am being underheard by all billfaust. wilsh is full of corks. the coolskittle is full of dublinite. mr west is beinind the wantnot. wilsh and wist are as thick of each other as faust and a deblin. And from the point of fun which I am crying to arrive you at they are all as foibleminded as you can see they are fablebodied. My heeders will recall with leisure how in the beginning before trespassing on the space question where even"

FDV2: "because he is such a barefooted robber with my supersocks pulled over his face which I publicked in my best backgarden. You will say it is most unenglish and I hope you will be right. But (will you come over and let us moomor to each other far beneath our vocies). i am being underheerd by old billfaust. wilsh is full of corks. the coolskittle is full of deblinite. mr wist is thereover beyeind the wantnot. wilsh and wist are as thick of each other as faust and the deblinite. And from the point of fun which I am crying to arrive you at they are all as foibleminded as you can see they are fablebodied. My heeders will recall with leisure how in the beginning before trespassing on the space question where even"

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FDV: "And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. And there were left by their banks an only elmtree and but a stone. {Then a little cloud made her up her minds. She climbed over the banisters and, poof! She was gone. And there fell into the river the last tear & the loveliest, a leap tear.} And the river slipped between them, lapping if her heart was broke. Why, why, why? A weh, O weh I am sorry to be flowing but I must not stay! As I have now successfully explained to you my own natural rations tell me I am a much more deserving case. I feel for him as an devoted friend and brother (darling [...] ! darling [...] !)"

FDV2: "shieling. And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. And there were left by their banks an only elmtree and but one stone. Then a small cloud made up all her little minds. She reflected for the last time in her short life. She climbed over the banisters awd, poof! She was gone. And there fell into the river the last tear & the loveliest, for it was a leap tear. But the river tripped, on her by and by, lapping as if her heart was brook. Why, why, why? Weh, O weh I's so silly to be flowing but no canna stay! As I have now successfully explained to you my natural rations which are even in excise of my brainvault tell me I am a much more deserving case. I feel symbathos for him as an ever devoted friend and halfloafud brother (darling [...] ! darling [...] !)"

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FDV: "the bride of Tristis Tristissimus. But she might just as well have carried a daisy's grace to Florida. For the Mooks was not amooksed and the Gripes was painfully oblivious. Night to dusk, the shades gathered along the brightening little river bans and it was as gloomy as gloaming could be in the west of all peacable wolds. The Moose had eyes but he could not hear. The Grapes had ears but he would but ill see. And he ceased. And he ceased. And it was ever so dark of both of them. Then there came down to the one bank a woman of no appearance and she gathered up moose where he was spread and bore him away to her invisible cottage for he was the holy sacred spit of a bishop's apron. And there came down to the other bank another woman [...] (still we are told that she is comely) and, for he was as like it as blow it to a halpenny bank, she plucked down the grapes and carried away with her to her little grey home"

FDV2: "the bride of Tristis Tristissimus. But she might just as well have carried a daisy's grace to Florida. For the Mooks was not amooksed and the Gripes was painfully obliviscent. You see, my dears, they were menner. Dusk to dusk, the shades gathered along the brightening river banks and it was as gloomy as gloaming could be in the west of all peacable wolds. The Moose had eyes yet he would not all hear. The Grapes had ears yet he could but ill see. And he ceased. And he ceased. And it was ever so dusky of them both But one thought of all {how moose mooch} he would say the next [...] {on the morrow} and the other of all the scrapes he would be creeped out of. So that the tears of night began to fall for the tired ones were weeping as we weep now with them. Then there came down to the one bank a woman of no appearance (I believe she was a Black) and she gathered up moose where he was spread and carried him away to her invisible cottage for he was the holy sacred spit of a bushop's apron. And there came down to the other bank another woman [...] (still we are told that she is comely) and, for he was as like it as blow it to a halpenny bank, she plucked away the grapes and carried it {him} away with her to her unseen"

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FDV: "There was a little cloud in her lightdress looking down on them, listening all she could. She was alone. All her nuby compinions were sleeping like the squirrels. Their mither, Mrs Moonan, was away scrubbing the back steps at no 28. And as for the fur fuvver he was round up in Norwood's Sokaparlor eating oceans of ice. She listened as she listened and she tried all she tried to make the Mooks look up at her (but he was far too farseeing) and to make the Gripes hear how quiet she was (but he was not much too auricular about him self) but it was all love's labour lost. She tossed her hair like the little princesse de Bretagne and she rounded her arms like Mrs Cornwallis West and she smiled over herself like the daughter of the queen of the emperor of Ireland and she sighed after herself, like"

FDV2: "There was a little Cloud in her lightdress looking down on them, listening all she could. She was alone. All her nuby compinions were asleeping like the squirrels. Their mivver, Mrs Moonan, was away scrubbing the back steps at no 28. And as for fur fuvver he was up in Norwood's Sokaparlor eating oceans of ice. She listened as she reflected herself and she tried all she tried to make the Mooks look up at her (but he was far too farseeing) and to make the Gripes hear how quiet she was (though he was not much too auricular about him self) but it was all cloud's labour lost. Not even her reflection would they take their notice {noses} off. She tried all the whilyways the four winds had taught her. She tossed her hair like the little princesse de Bretagne and she rounded her arms like Mrs Cornwallis West and she smiled over herself like the image of the daughter of the queen of the emperor of Ireland and she sighed after herself, like"

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