Monday, 21 November 2016, Pages 349 - 350

Reading was all the way to "... hother prace!" (350.19)

All I understood was that the russuates jesuneral (Russian general, of course), Popey O'Donoshough, appeared in the figure of a wohly ghast (holy ghost, of course), and that we were told "Pleace to notnoys" (Please don't make noise?) because "Hll, smthngs gnwrng wthth sprssnwtch!" (Hell, something has gone wrong with the xxxx switch!) 

Monday, 14 November 2016, Pages 347 - 349

We read as far as "... the charge of a light barricade."  (349.10)

... how the thickens we came back to one to rust, and how Fritz dringed to us till all the junglemen were in agleement...

Monday, 7 November 2016, Pages 346 - 347

Our reading stopped at "... who haw haw." (347.33)

We met here Peadhar Piper, asked 'pollyvoulley foncey', understood pitchin ingles, said 'Harkabuddy, feign!' only to be told 'But Icantenue.'

Monday, 31 October 2016, Pages 345 - 346

We read as far as "... phumeral's a roselixion." (346.13)

It was all like susu glouglou biri biri gongos one enjoys with one's boesen fiennd.