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Ulysses

be printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two
designing females. Calf covers of pissedon green. Last
word in art shades. Most beautiful book come out of
Ireland my time. Silentium! Get a spurt on. Tention.

Proceed to nearest canteen and there annex liquor stores.
March! Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are (atitudes!)
parching. Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs battleships,
buggery and bishops. Whether on the scaffold high. Beer,
beef, trample the bibles. When for Irelandear. Trample the
trampellers. Thunderation! Keep the durned millingtary
step. We fall. Bishops boosebox. Halt! Heave to. Rugger.
Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my tootsies! You
hurt? Most amazingly sorry!
Query. Who’s astanding this here do? Proud possessor
of damnall. Declare misery. Bet to the ropes. Me nantee
saltee. Not a red at me this week gone. Yours? Mead of
our fathers for the Übermensch. Dittoh. Five number ones.
You, sir? Ginger cordial. Chase me, the cabby’s caudle.
Stimulate the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short
never to go again when the old. Absinthe for me, savvy?
Caramba! Have an eggnog or a prairie oyster. Enemy?
Avuncular’s got my timepiece. Ten to. Obligated awful.
Don’t mention it. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix? Pos
fact. Got bet be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin

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