"Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi did ye diie? of a trying thirstay mournfn? Sobs they sighed at Fillagain's chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of ululation," (p. 6).

"With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. Undo lives 'end slain," (p. 11).

"Forgetful of all save his vassal's plain fealty to the ethnarch Humphrey or Harold stayed not to yoke or saddle but stumbled out hotfaced as he was (his sweatful bandanna loose from his pocketcoat) hasting to the forecourts of his public in topee, surcingle, solascarf and plaid, plus fours, puttees and bulldog boots ruddled cinnabar with flagrant marl, jingling his turnpike keys and bearing aloft amid fixed pikes of the hunting party a high perch atop which a flowerpot was fixed earthside hoist with care," (p. 31).

"Sweet bad luck on the waves washed to...