by neufer » Fri Feb 16, 2018 5:51 pm
yowsah wrote:neufer wrote:
Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-tional gazebocroticon (the “Mamma Lujah” known to every schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-purpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms, catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation, all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo — menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as herself pits hen to paper and there’s scribings scrawled on eggs.
O.K. but who's doing the dying?
The next moment soldiers came running through the wood, at first in twos and threes, then ten or twenty together, and at last in such crowds that they seemed to fill the whole forest. Alice got behind a tree, for fear of being run over, and watched them go by. She thought that in all her life she had never seen soldiers so uncertain on their feet: they were always tripping over something or other, and whenever one went down, several more always fell over him, so that the ground was soon covered with little heaps of men.
Then came the horses. Having four feet, these managed rather better than the foot-soldiers: but even they stumbled now and then; and it seemed to be a regular rule that, whenever a horse stumbled the rider fell off instantly. The confusion got worse every moment, and Alice was very glad to get out of the wood into an open place, where she found the White King seated on the ground, busily writing in his memorandum-book.
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I’ve sent them all!’ the King cried in a tone of delight, on seeing Alice. `
Did you happen to meet any soldiers, my dear, as you came through the wood?’
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Yes, I did,’ said Alice: `
several thousand, I should think.’
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Four thousand two hundred and seven, that’s the exact number,’ the King said, referring to his book. `
I couldn’t send all the horses, you know, because two of them are wanted in the game.’
[quote="yowsah"][quote="neufer"]
[i][color=#0000FF]Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-tional gazebocroticon (the “Mamma Lujah” known to every schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-purpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms, catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation, all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo — menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as herself pits hen to paper and there’s scribings scrawled on eggs.[/color][/i][/quote][c]O.K. but who's doing the dying?[/c][/quote]
[float=right][img3="[b][size=150][color=#0000FF]Humphrey Childeric Eggeberth[/color][/size][/b]"]http://www.alice-in-wonderland.net/wp-content/uploads/2book29-253x300.jpg[/img3][/float]The next moment soldiers came running through the wood, at first in twos and threes, then ten or twenty together, and at last in such crowds that they seemed to fill the whole forest. Alice got behind a tree, for fear of being run over, and watched them go by. She thought that in all her life she had never seen soldiers so uncertain on their feet: they were always tripping over something or other, and whenever one went down, several more always fell over him, so that the ground was soon covered with little heaps of men.
Then came the horses. Having four feet, these managed rather better than the foot-soldiers: but even they stumbled now and then; and it seemed to be a regular rule that, whenever a horse stumbled the rider fell off instantly. The confusion got worse every moment, and Alice was very glad to get out of the wood into an open place, where she found the White King seated on the ground, busily writing in his memorandum-book.
`[color=#0000FF][i]I’ve sent them all![/i][/color]’ the King cried in a tone of delight, on seeing Alice. `[color=#0000FF][i]Did you happen to meet any soldiers, my dear, as you came through the wood?[/i][/color]’
`[color=#FF0000][i]Yes, I did,[/i][/color]’ said Alice: `[color=#FF0000][i]several thousand, I should think.[/i][/color]’
`[color=#0000FF][i][url=https://cseligman.com/text/atlas/ngc4207wide.jpg]Four thousand two hundred and seven[/url], that’s the exact number,[/i][/color]’ the King said, referring to his book. `[color=#0000FF][i]I couldn’t send all the horses, you know, because two of them are wanted in the game.[/i][/color]’