Thursday, 29 November 2018 (514.12)

The last reading stopped at: “Vulcuum?” (514.12)


Some favourites were:

1

Dawncing the kniejinksky choreopiscopally like an easter sun round the colander, the vice! Taranta boontoday! (513.11–12)

2

Crashedafar Corumbas! A Czardanser indeed! Dervilish glad too. (513.16–17)

3

— And whit what was Lillabil Issabil maideve, maid at?

— Trists and thranes and trinies and traines.
— A take back to the virgin page, darm it! (513.25–27)

4

— Suddenly some wellfi red clay was cast out through the

schappsteckers of hoy’s house?

— Schottenly there was a hellfi re club kicked out through the

wasistas of Thereswhere.

— Like Heavystost’s envil catacalamitumbling. Th ree days

three times into the Vulcuum? (514.7–12)

With thanks to A.