Today we read as far as 104.24 (last line): I'd Wish I Woose a Geese.
Some favourites of the day:
He spenth his strenth amok haremscarems. (102.25)
Tifftiff today, kissykissy tonay and agelong pine tomauranna. (102.28)
For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of babbling. (103.09)
(A beautiful image this, as Nikki Fritz suggested, of us as little children listening to the stories of an embracing and loving river-mother)
(The opening of the new chapter:)
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven! (104.1)
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven! (104.1)
Ik dik dopedope et tu mihimihi (104.10)
('Ich dich… du mir au' is what speakers of Swiss German might here.)
Where Portentos they'd Grow Gonder how I'd Wish I Woose a Geese (104.23)
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