p. 541
"Duke Wellinghof...Walhalloo, Walhalloo, Walhalloo..."
A reference to Duke Wellington, the guy who defeated Napoleon at Waterloo?
p. 542
"Brimgem young, bringem young, bringem young!"
Mormons? Brigham Young?
p. 543
"peruses Big-man-up-in-the-Sky-scraps,"
We want gifts from the big man in the sky?
p. 544
"the pink of respectability,"
Wait, respectability is pink?
p. 545
"(Hearts of Oak, may ye root to piece!"
Rest/root in peace, trees.
p. 546 (nothin')
p. 547
"Till we meet! Ere we part! Tollollall! This time a hundred years!"
All right, we'll meet here again in a hundred years. This reminds me of a short story that I can remember about a guy who refuses to die, and death grants his wish, as long as they have dinner in one spot every 100 years.
p. 548 (nothin')
p. 549
"I went on to sankt piotersbarq that they gave my devil his dues:"
St. Petersburg? To give the devil his dues?
p. 550
"saffronbreathing mongoloid, the skinsyg"
I want to meet this mongoloid.
p. 551 (starts on 550)
"dazed by the lumpty thumpty of our interloopings, fell clocksure off my ballast:"
Humpty Dumpty?
p. 552
"adimdim adoom adimadim"
Hymn? Funny latin?
p. 553
"to split the spleen of her maw:"
Huh?
p. 554 (nothin')
p. 555
"What was thaas? Fog was whaas? Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth."
Someone almost woke up...
p. 556
"for she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the way the night that first we met she is bound to be, methinks, and not in vain,"
For some reason, this sounds really beautiful to me.
p. 557
"or them four hoarsemen on their apolkaloops,"
Apocaloops! Now part of this balanced breakfast!
p. 558
"Where are we at all? and whenabouts in the name of space? I don't understand. I fail to say. I dearsee you too."
AIIEEE! Existential crisis! The Unnameable!
p. 559
"Act: dumbshow. Closeup. Leads. Man with nightcap, in bed, fore. Woman, with curlpins, hind."
Sounds like either the Skin of Our Teeth or A Christmas Carol. Either way, awesome.
p. 560 (nothin')
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