102.01 is younger than thighne, my dear!) she who shuttered him after
102.02 his fall and waked him widowt sparing and gave him keen and
102.03 made him able and held adazillahs to each arche of his noes, she
102.04 who will not rast her from her running to seek him till, with the
102.05 help of the okeamic, some such time that she shall have been after
102.06 hiding the crumbends of his enormousness in the areyou looking-
102.07 for Pearlfar sea, (ur, uri, uria!) stood forth, burnzburn the gorg-
102.08 gony old danworld, in gogor's name, for gagar's sake, dragging
102.09 the countryside in her train, finickin here and funickin there,
102.10 with her louisequean's brogues and her culunder buzzle and her
102.11 little bolero boa and all and two times twenty curlicornies for her
102.12 headdress, specks on her eyeux, and spudds on horeilles and a
102.13 circusfix riding her Parisienne's cockneze, a vaunt her straddle
102.14 from Equerry Egon, when Tinktink in the churchclose clinked
102.15 Steploajazzyma Sunday, Sola, with pawns, prelates and pookas
102.16 pelotting in her piecebag, for Handiman the Chomp, Esquoro,
102.17 biskbask, to crush the slander's head.
[102.18-102.30]: his resting place and his name are protected — by a little lady by the name of ALP.
102.18 Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la
102.19 Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat! Ogrowdnyk's beyond her-
102.20 bata tay, wort of the drogist. Bulk him no bulkis. And let him
102.21 rest, thou wayfarre, and take no gravespoil from him! Neither
102.22 mar his mound! The bane of Tut is on it. Ware! But there's a
102.23 little lady waiting and her name is A.L.P. And you'll agree. She
102.24 must be she. For her holden heirheaps hanging down her back.
102.25 He spenth his strenth amok haremscarems. Poppy Narancy, Gial-
102.26 lia, Chlora, Marinka, Anileen, Parme. And ilk a those dames had
102.27 her rainbow huemoures yet for whilko her whims but he coined a
102.28 cure. Tifftiff today, kissykissy tonay and agelong pine tomauran-
102.29 na. Then who but Crippled-with-Children would speak up for
102.30 Dropping-with-Sweat?
[102.31-103.11]: ALP's song — by the rivers of Babylon.
102.31
102.32 Sold him her lease of ninenineninetee,
102.33 Tresses undresses so dyedyedaintee,
102.34 Goo, the groot gudgeon, gulped it all.
102.35 Hoo was the C. O. D.?
102.36 Bum!
Summary Page 102:
[The chapter concludes with a page of praise to this tiny woman, who now must set forth to make live again in glorious memory the guilt-ridden name of her lord.] Weary weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! (Mor is Irish for “ancient.” Mort (pronounced “mor”) is French for “dead.” “More” is English for the drive that builds the Empire. [[Mor is also Danish for “mother.”—ELE]]. Notre Dame de la Ville, thanks for thy merciful heart. And let him rest, thou wayfarer: Take no grave-spoil from him. For there’s a little lady waiting and her name is ALP. And you’ll agree. She must be she. He spent his strength among harem- scarems. And now who but Crippled-with-Children would speak up for Dropping-with-Sweat? Poem: She sold him her lease and he gulped it. Who was the C.O.D.? Bum!