Thursday, 22 November 2018 (513.10)

The last reading stopped at: “Tophat?” (513.10)


Some favourites were:

That musked bell of this masked ball! Annabella, Lovabella, Pullabella, yep? (512.9–10) 

The quicker the deef the safter the sapstaff, but the main the mightier the stricker the strait. To the vast go the game! (512.14–15)

Suilful eyes and sallowfoul hairweed and the sickly sigh from her gingering mouth like a Dublin bar in the moarning. (512.25–26)

The house was Toot and Come-Inn by the bridge called Tiltass, but are you solarly salemly sure, beyond the shatter of the canicular year? (512.34–36)

Siriusly and selenely sure behind the shutter. Securius indicat umbris tellurem. (513.1–2) 


With thanks to A.