As any fule kno, the gratest brane in the univers is n molesworth of st custards skool. When I saw his book priced at a meer thirty shillings I thort at least I'll hav a laff and a bit of philoserfy, hem hem.
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Wot thorts I hear you ask with a dredful leer. The thort that when I hav read n molesworths golden words and absorbd the wisdum of that deliteful chap I can giv the book away next time Im stuck for a burthday prez.