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Annotated text: Now I think I will try a cup of what they insolently call Golden Tips, a find young Tippy Tea. And then they say specifically No Tips. It is very disheartening. teas

While I am waiting for it, and for the possible her, I study the only literature before me. What is a Loganberry Kiss? Is it at all like the Plovers Lunch, that hurts and is desired?

It is strange to think that Catharine is even at this moment turning a Somerset in front of the altar.

The whole business reminds me of the time we lay outside Jifjaffa, and the Padre said to me : I would rather have written that poem than take castor oil in the morning. I had been reading him my Ode on the Intimations of Immorality in Early Childhood.

Well, well. How vividly, whenever I adventure on stew now, I remember the stew we had that night. How it all comes back. The whole circumstances of this meeting are so mysterious. It gars me grue, if I may be permitted the expression. `

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Original text:

Now I think I will try a cup of what they 
insolently call Golden Tips, a find young Tippy 
Tea. And then they say specifically No Tips. It 
is very disheartening. While I am waiting for it, 
and for the possible her, I study the only 
literature before me. What is a Loganberry 
Kiss? Is it at all like the Plovers Lunch, that 
hurts and is desired? It is strange to think that 
Catharine is even at this moment turning a 
Somerset in front of the altar. The whole 
business reminds me of the time we lay outside 
Jifjaffa, and the Padre said to me : I would 
rather have written that poem than take castor 
oil in the morning. I had been reading him my 
Ode on the Intimations of Immorality in Early 
Childhood. Well, well. How vividly, whenever I 
adventure on stew now, I remember the stew 
we had that night. How it all comes back. The 
whole circumstances of this meeting are so 
mysterious. It gars me grue, if I may be 
permitted the expression. 

Italian text: Adesso credo che proverò una tazza di Golden Tips. Che definizione insolente per un buon giovane te con le gemme apicali, se poi di dorato non c'è niente e le gemme sono prive di carati. È molto scoraggiante. Mentre aspetto la mia tazza, e l'eventuale lei, studio il solo foglio di carta che ho di fronte. Cos'è un Logan-berry Kiss? È uguale al Plover's Lunch, che fa male ma è desiderato? E strano pensare che Catharine in questo momento si sta trasformando in una Somerset davanti a un altare. Tutta la faccenda mi rammenta l'epoca in cui mi sdraiai fuori Jifjaffa e il Padre mi disse : «Pre-ferirei aver scritto quella poesia che prendere olio di ricino al mattino». Gli stavo leggendo la mia Ode sulle dichiarazioni di immoralità nella prima infanzia. Bene, bene. Quanto è vivido il ricordo, ogni volta che adesso mi avventuro sullo stufato, di quel piatto che assaggiammo quella sera, e che ansia provammo a ogni boccone! Come tutto mi torna in mente. Tutte le circostanze di questo incontro sono molto misteriose. Me la faccio sotto per la fifa, se mi permettete l'espressione.

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