FDV: "Poor Isad sits a glooming, so gleaming in the gloaming. She is fading out like Journee's clothes so you can't see her now. Still we know how Day the Dyer works, in dims and deeps and dusks and darks. And among the shades that Eve's now wearing she'll meet anew fiancy, tryst and trow. For though she's unmerried she'll after truss up and help that hussyband how to hop. Hip it and romp it and chirrub and sing for {Lord} Chuffy's now {sky} sheraph and Glugg's got to swing. So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, for they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an angel's garland. Catchmire stockings, liberty{ed} garters, shoddyshoes quicked out with selver. Pennyfeir caps on pinnyfore frocks and a ring on her somefing finger. And they leap so looply, looply, as they link to light. And they look so loovely, loovelit, all in a nuptious night. Whithasly glints in. Andecoy glants out. They ramp it a little, a lessle, a lissle. Then romp rightround in rout. R is Rubretta and A is Arancia, Y is for Yilla and N for Greenerin. B is Boyblue with odalisque O while W waters the fleurettes of novembrance. Though they're all but merely a schoolgirl yet these way went they."
FDV: "is a little tittertit of hilarity and he is atvoiced by their toots enssembled to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that's tory to the ulstramarines. {So off for his topheetuck the rogue made raid, aslick aslegs could {would} run, and he ankered on his hunker with the belly belly prest. Asking: Where's {What's} my muffinstuffinaches for thease times? To weat: Breath and bother and whatarcurs. Then breath less {more} bother and more whatarcurss. Then no breath no bother but worrworrums. And Shim shallave shome} So Finmicina {As Rigagnolina} to Montagnone, what she means {meaned} he did {could} not know {can}. All she meaned was multimoney {golten sylvup}, all she meaned was a nyums nyum nyam {some knight's ploung jamn}. If he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk and if he wooed not woory so! — Have you monbreamstone / No. / — Or hellfeuersteyn? / No. / — Or Van Diemen's coral pearl? / No. / He has lost. Off to clutch, Glugg! Farwheel! {Forewhal!} Shape your reres, Glugg! Forweal! Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff's in a {inner} seven: all's rice with their whirl! Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She'd promised he'd eye her. To try up her pretti. But now he's {it's} so {longer {longed}} and so fared and so forth."
FDV: "Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther. Truly deplurabel! A dire. O dire! And all the freightfulness {frei} freightfulness whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Sometime towerable! With that {hehry} antlets on him and the baublelight bulching out of his sockets whiling away: she sprankled his allover with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack a lock and pass the poker, please: so that Glugg, the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness he could scares of all knotknow whither his murder had bourst a blabber or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly his skool missed her. {Ah, ho!} The yenng frilles-in-pleyurs are now showen drawen, if bud one, or, if in florileague, drawens up at the rare sight of their commoner guardia. Her boy fiend, or theirs, if they are so prurielled, cometh up as a trapadour sinking how he must fend for himself by gazework what their colours wear as they are all showen drawens up. He will angskt of them from their commoner guardian, who is really the rapier of the two {espacially} for he bandished it with his hand the hold time, {a simply gratious}: Hast thou feel liked carbunckley ones? Apun which theirs"
FDV: "Sammy, call on. Bopeeps, she was shuffering all the diseasinesses of the unherd of. Mary Louisan Shousapinas! If Arck could no more salve his agnols from the wiles of willy woolly woolf! If all the signelles signics of her dipandump helpabit could not that glugg to catch her by the calour of her brideness! Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; no Esmeralde, Pervenche nor Indra; not Viola even nor all of them four themes over. But up tighty in the front, down again in the loose, drim and drumming on her back and a pop from her whistle what's that. O holytroopers? Up he stulpled glee you gee with search a mug did die near sea, beamy owen and calmy hugh and if you think of a jink for me I will thingofajig for you. Arrest thee! came the evangelion and be dumb dumm but ill s'arrested. But what is that which one is going to prehend? Seeks buzzling is brains the feinder. He askit of the hoothed fireshield but he it was untergone into the matthued heaven. He soughed it from the luft but that bore ne mark ne message. He luked upon the flore floregrund where barely his corns were growning. At last he listed back to beckline how she pranks pranked alone so johntily. With nought a wired from the wordless either."
FDV: "the whole to be wound up with a magnificent transformation scene showing the Wedding of Night and Morning and the Dawn of Peace waking the Weary of the World. An argument follows. Chuffy was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like likening. Fools top! Singty; sangty meeky loose, defendy nous in prayley boos. Make a shine on the curst. Emem. But the duvlim sulph was in Glugger, that lost-to-lurning. Punct. He was sbuffing and sputing, tussing like anisine, whipping his eysoult and gmatsching his teats over the brividies from exsisters and the outher liubbocks of life.
To part from thees, my corsets, is into overlusting fear. Acts of feet, hoof and jarrety. Djow Djowl, uphere! Aminxt that nombre of evelings, but, how pierceful in their sojestiveness were those first girly stirs, with zitterings of flight releashed and twinglings of twitchbells in rondel after, with waverys waverings that made shimmershake rather nightily all the duskscended airs and shylit beaconings from shehind hins hims back." [Oct 1930]
FDV: "The Customers, a bundle of representatives who are served by
Sanderson , a spoilcurate, butt of
Kate , cook-and-general.
with battlepictures worked up by Messrs Blood and Thunder, costumes designed by Madame Delamode, dances arranged by Harley Quin and Column Bin, songs, jokes and properties for the wake supplied by Mr Timothy Finnegan," [Hayman omits the pagebreak here]
FDV: "The Floras (S. Bride's Girl Scouts School) : a bunch of pretty maidens who from a guard of honour of the beautiful bl
Izod Miss Herself , approached in loveliness only by her reflection in a mirror), who, having jilted Glug, is now fascinated by
Chuff
, the fairhaired who wrestles with the bad black boy about caps or
something till the shadows make a pattern of somebody or other after
which they are both scrubbed by
Ann , their poor little old mother-in-lieu who is the wife of
Hump, the cause of all the trouble at present engaged in entertaining"
2DV: "The Floras (S. Bride's Girl Scouts School) : a bunch of pretty maidens who from the guard of honour of
Izod Miss Herself a beautiful blond (approached in loveliness only by her sister reflection in a mirror), who, having jilted Glug, is now fascinated by
Chuff , the fairhaired who wrestles with the bad black boy about caps or something till the shadows make a pattern of somebody or other after which they are both well-scrubbed by
Ann , their poor little old mother-in-lieu who is the wife of
Hump , the cause of all the trouble at present engaged in entertaining in his customhouse"
