๐‘“๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฏ ๐‘œ๐‘ฑ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ

๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ฏ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ

๐‘ž ๐‘“๐‘ป๐‘•๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ฏ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘ฅ ๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ด๐‘๐‘ผ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘›๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘ฑ๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘“๐‘น ๐‘ž ๐‘จ๐‘ค๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘š๐‘ง๐‘‘ ๐‘ฐ๐‘๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘›. ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ยท๐‘š๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ผ๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘ท๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘ฑ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฉ๐‘• 1948 ๐‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ง๐‘“๐‘ฆ๐‘• ๐‘‘ ๐‘ž ยท๐‘ฅ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘’๐‘˜๐‘ฉ๐‘ค๐‘ฉ๐‘• ๐‘š๐‘ป๐‘” ๐‘ ๐‘ค๐‘จ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘ฒ ยท๐‘ฎ. ๐‘จ. ๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘ค๐‘•๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ, ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฐ ๐‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฉ๐‘๐‘ด๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘ž ๐‘“๐‘ช๐‘ค๐‘ด๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘ป๐‘š๐‘ด๐‘• ๐‘‘๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘•๐‘‘ ๐‘จ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘‘๐‘ง๐‘•๐‘‘ ๐‘“ ๐‘ง๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฟ ๐‘จ๐‘ค๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘š๐‘ง๐‘‘. ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘ง๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘š๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ช๐‘‘ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ต ๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ฏ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘ฅ ๐‘จ๐‘Ÿ ยท๐‘–๐‘ท ๐‘“๐‘ฑ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘‘ ๐‘“๐‘น๐‘•๐‘ฐ ๐‘ž ๐‘ฎ๐‘ด๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘ช๐‘ฅ๐‘๐‘ฌ๐‘ฏ๐‘› ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘‘๐‘ผ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘•๐‘ฆ๐‘ก ๐‘›๐‘ณ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ช๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘’๐‘ค๐‘ต๐‘› ๐‘ž ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘‘๐‘ผ . ๐‘ฒ ๐‘”๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘ข๐‘ฐ ๐‘’๐‘จ๐‘ฏ ๐‘“๐‘ผ๐‘œ๐‘ฆ๐‘ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฅ ๐‘ž๐‘ฆ๐‘•. ๐‘ฆ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฑ๐‘’๐‘• ๐‘“ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฑ๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ โ€นlorem ipsumโ€บ.

Chang at leisure was superior to Lynch in his rouge, munching a lozenge at the burial in Merrion Square of Hyperion the Alien who valued his billiards so highly.

Quick! quick! hear the queer story how father and son one time sat in the house man to man eating bread and telling the tale of the ๏ฌr on the road to the city by the sea following the coast to its fall full two fathoms deep. There they lived together served by the carrier, whose narrower mind through beer was sore and whose poor boy shivered over the ๏ฌre all day lingering in a tangle of tactless empty instinct ineptly swallowing quarts of stingo.

๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘— ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ณ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ:

ยท๐‘—๐‘จ๐‘™ ๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘ ๐‘ผ ๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘Ÿ ๐‘•๐‘ต๐‘๐‘ฝ๐‘ฝ ๐‘‘ ยท๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘— ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ต๐‘ , ๐‘ฅ๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ๐‘—๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘ค๐‘ช๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘ก ๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘ž ๐‘š๐‘ง๐‘ฎ๐‘พ๐‘ค ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ยท๐‘ฅ๐‘ง๐‘ฎ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘•๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘บ ๐‘ ยท๐‘ฃ๐‘ฒ๐‘๐‘ฝ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ๐‘ฑ๐‘ค๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ต ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ค๐‘ฟ๐‘› ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘ค๐‘˜๐‘ผ๐‘›๐‘Ÿ ๐‘•๐‘ด ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฒ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ.

๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘’! ๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘’! ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฝ ๐‘ž ๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘ฝ ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘น๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฌ ๐‘“๐‘ญ๐‘ž๐‘ผ ๐‘ฏ ๐‘•๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ข๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ ๐‘‘๐‘ฒ๐‘ฅ ๐‘•๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฌ๐‘• ๐‘ฅ๐‘จ๐‘ฏ ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฅ๐‘จ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฐ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘ฎ๐‘ง๐‘› ๐‘ฏ ๐‘‘๐‘ง๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ž ๐‘‘๐‘ฑ๐‘ค ๐‘ ๐‘ž ๐‘“๐‘ป ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ๐‘ฎ๐‘ด๐‘› ๐‘‘ ๐‘ž ๐‘•๐‘ฆ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฒ ๐‘ž ๐‘•๐‘ฐ ๐‘“๐‘ช๐‘ค๐‘ด๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ž ๐‘’๐‘ด๐‘•๐‘‘ ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘‘๐‘• ๐‘“๐‘ท๐‘ค ๐‘“๐‘ซ๐‘ค ๐‘‘๐‘ต ๐‘“๐‘จ๐‘ž๐‘ฉ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘›๐‘ฐ๐‘. ๐‘ž๐‘บ ๐‘ž๐‘ฑ ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘œ๐‘ง๐‘ž๐‘ผ ๐‘•๐‘ป๐‘๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฒ ๐‘ž ๐‘’๐‘จ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฝ, ๐‘ฃ๐‘ต๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ฎ๐‘ด๐‘ผ ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฒ๐‘ฏ๐‘› ๐‘”๐‘ฎ๐‘ต ๐‘š๐‘ฝ ๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘Ÿ ๐‘•๐‘น ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ต๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘ซ๐‘ผ ๐‘š๐‘ถ ๐‘–๐‘ฆ๐‘๐‘ผ๐‘› ๐‘ด๐‘๐‘ผ ๐‘ž ๐‘“๐‘ฒ๐‘ผ ๐‘ท๐‘ค ๐‘›๐‘ฑ ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ผ๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘‘๐‘จ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฉ๐‘ค ๐‘ ๐‘‘๐‘จ๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘ค๐‘ฉ๐‘• ๐‘ง๐‘ฅ๐‘๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘ง๐‘๐‘‘๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘•๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘ค๐‘ด๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘น๐‘‘๐‘• ๐‘ ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ด.

๐‘ฆ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ท๐‘ค๐‘•๐‘ด ๐‘๐‘ช๐‘•๐‘ฉ๐‘š๐‘ฉ๐‘ค ๐‘‘ ๐‘’๐‘ณ๐‘ฅ ๐‘ณ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘ž ๐‘๐‘ป๐‘“๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ฏ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ, ๐‘ž๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ฏ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘ฅ ๐‘ž๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฟ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฉ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ง๐‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘‘๐‘ผ ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฐ๐‘— ๐‘ ๐‘ž๐‘ด๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘‘๐‘ผ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฟ๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘ด๐‘ฏ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘ข๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ๐‘•. ๐‘ž ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ณ๐‘ค๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ ๐‘ซ๐‘ฉ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘•๐‘ง๐‘ฏ๐‘•๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ฉ๐‘ค, ๐‘ฐ๐‘๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฆ๐‘“ ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฅ๐‘จ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ฉ๐‘ค.

๐‘ฃ๐‘ฝ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ข๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฒ ๐‘’๐‘ฑ๐‘ฅ ๐‘ณ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘ž ๐‘ป๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฒ ๐‘ค๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ:

๐‘ฃ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฐ ๐‘š๐‘ด, ๐‘ž ๐‘จ๐‘ ๐‘ผ ๐‘”๐‘ฎ๐‘ณ๐‘– ๐‘’๐‘ท๐‘Ÿ. ๐‘บ ๐‘˜๐‘น ๐‘ก๐‘ถ๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘ค ๐‘ธ๐‘พ, ๐‘ฒ ๐‘๐‘ฌ, โ€œ๐‘ฟ ๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘ซ๐‘› ๐‘—๐‘ญ. ๐‘ง๐‘•๐‘ฑ ๐‘๐‘ต-๐‘ป!โ€.

Hearing me bow, the azure thrush caws. Ere you joyful aria, I vow, โ€œyou want good cha. Essay Pu-er!

๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฝ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘ณ๐‘ž๐‘ผ ๐‘ข๐‘ป๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ณ๐‘ ๐‘š๐‘ฒ ยท๐‘จ๐‘– ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘•๐‘’๐‘น๐‘› ๐‘•๐‘ป๐‘๐‘ผ:

๐‘ด ๐‘˜๐‘ง๐‘ฉ; ๐‘ฅ๐‘ญ, ๐‘ฃ๐‘จ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘ถ ๐‘ฆ๐‘“ ๐‘”๐‘ช๐‘™ ๐‘บ๐‘พ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ธ ๐‘š๐‘ฒ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ต๐‘  ๐‘ข๐‘ท๐‘‘๐‘ผ: ๐‘ž ๐‘œ๐‘ฑ ๐‘ฌ๐‘ค, ๐‘–๐‘ฐ ๐‘’๐‘ซ๐‘› ๐‘๐‘ป๐‘— ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฝ ๐‘ฟ ๐‘น ๐‘ณ๐‘•.

Oh yeah; ma, have joy if thong areas are by rouge water: the gay owl, she could perch near you or us.

๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘‘ ๐‘’๐‘จ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฟ ๐‘’๐‘ณ๐‘ฅ ๐‘ณ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘ž?

๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฅ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘• (๐‘ฅ๐‘ง๐‘ฅ๐‘ผ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฑ๐‘›๐‘Ÿ)

๐‘”๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ณ๐‘ฅ ๐‘•๐‘ค๐‘ฒ๐‘‘๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘• ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘˜๐‘ฉ๐‘ค๐‘ฉ๐‘• ๐‘ฆ๐‘“ ๐‘ข๐‘ฐ ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ง๐‘ ๐‘ฉ๐‘ข๐‘ฑ ๐‘“๐‘ฎ๐‘ช๐‘ฅ ๐‘๐‘ป๐‘“๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ฏ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ. ๐‘ฒ ๐‘’๐‘ฑ๐‘ฅ ๐‘ณ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘ž ๐‘ž ๐‘“๐‘ช๐‘ค๐‘ด๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘ด๐‘ฉ๐‘ฅ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘— ๐‘ฐ๐‘— ๐‘ข๐‘ป๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘ž ๐‘ฉ ๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘“๐‘ผ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘ฑ๐‘๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘‘๐‘ผ, ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘•๐‘ง๐‘๐‘‘ ๐‘“ ยท๐‘พ. ยท๐‘พ ๐‘ด๐‘ฏ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘ค๐‘ฒ๐‘ฉ๐‘š๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ž ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฑ๐‘ฅ โ€นยท๐‘พ๐‘ฏโ€บ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘–, ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฒ ๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘›๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘ ๐‘”๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘š๐‘ค๐‘ด๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘ท๐‘ค๐‘› ยท๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฃ๐‘จ๐‘› ๐‘ง๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ค๐‘ฑ๐‘• ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž๐‘ฆ๐‘• ๐‘ธ๐‘’๐‘ฑ๐‘›๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฆ๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘ค, ๐‘•๐‘ด ๐‘ฉ ๐‘•๐‘ค๐‘ฒ๐‘‘ ๐‘—๐‘ฐ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฟ๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ง๐‘›. ๐‘ž ๐‘๐‘ด๐‘ฉ๐‘ฅ ๐‘’๐‘ซ๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฐ ๐‘ฟ๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘จ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฅ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ๐‘’, ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฅ๐‘ง๐‘ฅ๐‘š๐‘ผ ๐‘ท๐‘ค ๐‘ž ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘‘๐‘ผ๐‘Ÿ.

๐‘ด๐‘๐‘ผ ๐‘ฑ๐‘ฏ๐‘–๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฌ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฏ
๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘‘ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฏ๐‘ด๐‘ฏ ๐‘’๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘ฒ๐‘Ÿ?
๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘ด๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘“๐‘ฌ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ
๐‘˜๐‘ณ๐‘™ ๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘๐‘ผ๐‘›๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ง๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ฐ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฒ
๐‘ฝ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘ค๐‘ฒ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘บ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฟ๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ.
๐‘ฃ๐‘ฝ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ท๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘ด๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘ถ๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘”๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘ค
๐‘—๐‘ฑ๐‘•๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ต๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฉ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ผ๐‘ฌ๐‘ฏ๐‘› ๐‘ญ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘Ÿ.
ยท๐‘ธ๐‘’๐‘ฑ๐‘›-๐‘พ! ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฒ๐‘›๐‘พ๐‘ค ๐‘๐‘ฑ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ถ๐‘ค.
๐‘ป๐‘”๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘ซ๐‘ฅ๐‘“, ๐‘™๐‘ซ๐‘ค๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ง๐‘ค๐‘ฉ๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ:
๐‘ท๐‘‘ ๐‘ฌ๐‘‘๐‘•๐‘ฒ๐‘›๐‘ผ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘ผ ๐‘ž๐‘ฐ๐‘Ÿ?

Over ancient mountains green
What unknown country lies?
Valleys echoing fountain streams
Young shepherds resting easy by
Ears delighting at airy euphony.
Here naughty zhos joyfully thrill
Chasing ouzels around almond trees.
Arcad-ia! An ideal painted in oil.
Earthly oomph, ngultrums, zealotries:
Ought outsiders honour these?

Fun and games

Shavian pangrams

The first Shavian pangram was written over a decade before the alphabet even existed. In Bernard Shaw's famous 1948 preface to the Miraculous Birth of Language by R. A. Wilson, he proposed the following verbose text as a test for any new alphabet. Regrettably it is not a true Shavian pangram as Shaw failed to foresee the rhotic compound letters and the passage does not include the letter ๐‘ธ. I think we can forgive him this. It makes for a great Shavian โ€˜lorem ipsumโ€™.

Chang at leisure was superior to Lynch in his rouge, munching a lozenge at the burial in Merrion Square of Hyperion the Alien who valued his billiards so highly.

Quick! quick! hear the queer story how father and son one time sat in the house man to man eating bread and telling the tale of the ๏ฌr on the road to the city by the sea following the coast to its fall full two fathoms deep. There they lived together served by the carrier, whose narrower mind through beer was sore and whose poor boy shivered over the ๏ฌre all day lingering in a tangle of tactless empty instinct ineptly swallowing quarts of stingo.

which in Shavian becomes:

ยท๐‘—๐‘จ๐‘™ ๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘ค๐‘ง๐‘ ๐‘ผ ๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘Ÿ ๐‘•๐‘ต๐‘๐‘ฝ๐‘ฝ ๐‘‘ ยท๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘— ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ต๐‘ , ๐‘ฅ๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ๐‘—๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘ค๐‘ช๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘ก ๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘ž ๐‘š๐‘ง๐‘ฎ๐‘พ๐‘ค ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ยท๐‘ฅ๐‘ง๐‘ฎ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘•๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘บ ๐‘ ยท๐‘ฃ๐‘ฒ๐‘๐‘ฝ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ๐‘ฑ๐‘ค๐‘พ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ต ๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ค๐‘ฟ๐‘› ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘ค๐‘˜๐‘ผ๐‘›๐‘Ÿ ๐‘•๐‘ด ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฒ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ.

๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘’! ๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘ฆ๐‘’! ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฝ ๐‘ž ๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘ฝ ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘น๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฌ ๐‘“๐‘ญ๐‘ž๐‘ผ ๐‘ฏ ๐‘•๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ข๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ ๐‘‘๐‘ฒ๐‘ฅ ๐‘•๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ๐‘ฃ๐‘ฌ๐‘• ๐‘ฅ๐‘จ๐‘ฏ ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฅ๐‘จ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฐ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘ฎ๐‘ง๐‘› ๐‘ฏ ๐‘‘๐‘ง๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ž ๐‘‘๐‘ฑ๐‘ค ๐‘ ๐‘ž ๐‘“๐‘ป ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ๐‘ฎ๐‘ด๐‘› ๐‘‘ ๐‘ž ๐‘•๐‘ฆ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฒ ๐‘ž ๐‘•๐‘ฐ ๐‘“๐‘ช๐‘ค๐‘ด๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ž ๐‘’๐‘ด๐‘•๐‘‘ ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘‘๐‘• ๐‘“๐‘ท๐‘ค ๐‘“๐‘ซ๐‘ค ๐‘‘๐‘ต ๐‘“๐‘จ๐‘ž๐‘ฉ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘›๐‘ฐ๐‘. ๐‘ž๐‘บ ๐‘ž๐‘ฑ ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘œ๐‘ง๐‘ž๐‘ผ ๐‘•๐‘ป๐‘๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฒ ๐‘ž ๐‘’๐‘จ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฝ, ๐‘ฃ๐‘ต๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ฎ๐‘ด๐‘ผ ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฒ๐‘ฏ๐‘› ๐‘”๐‘ฎ๐‘ต ๐‘š๐‘ฝ ๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘Ÿ ๐‘•๐‘น ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฃ๐‘ต๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘ซ๐‘ผ ๐‘š๐‘ถ ๐‘–๐‘ฆ๐‘๐‘ผ๐‘› ๐‘ด๐‘๐‘ผ ๐‘ž ๐‘“๐‘ฒ๐‘ผ ๐‘ท๐‘ค ๐‘›๐‘ฑ ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ผ๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฉ ๐‘‘๐‘จ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฉ๐‘ค ๐‘ ๐‘‘๐‘จ๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘ค๐‘ฉ๐‘• ๐‘ง๐‘ฅ๐‘๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘ง๐‘๐‘‘๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘•๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘ค๐‘ด๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘น๐‘‘๐‘• ๐‘ ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ด.

It is also possible to come up with perfect pangrams in Shavian, that is a pangram that uses every letter and each of those letters is used only once. The result is usually nonsensical, even if grammatical.

Hereโ€™s one I came up with early on in my learning of Shavian:

๐‘ฃ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฐ ๐‘š๐‘ด, ๐‘ž ๐‘จ๐‘ ๐‘ผ ๐‘”๐‘ฎ๐‘ณ๐‘– ๐‘’๐‘ท๐‘Ÿ. ๐‘บ ๐‘˜๐‘น ๐‘ก๐‘ถ๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘ค ๐‘ธ๐‘พ, ๐‘ฒ ๐‘๐‘ฌ, โ€œ๐‘ฟ ๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘ซ๐‘› ๐‘—๐‘ญ. ๐‘ง๐‘•๐‘ฑ ๐‘๐‘ต-๐‘ป!โ€.

Hearing me bow, the azure thrush caws. Ere you joyful aria, I vow, โ€œyou want good cha. Essay Pu-er!

And hereโ€™s another worked up by Ash on the Shavian Discord server:

๐‘ด ๐‘˜๐‘ง๐‘ฉ; ๐‘ฅ๐‘ญ, ๐‘ฃ๐‘จ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘ถ ๐‘ฆ๐‘“ ๐‘”๐‘ช๐‘™ ๐‘บ๐‘พ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ธ ๐‘š๐‘ฒ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ต๐‘  ๐‘ข๐‘ท๐‘‘๐‘ผ: ๐‘ž ๐‘œ๐‘ฑ ๐‘ฌ๐‘ค, ๐‘–๐‘ฐ ๐‘’๐‘ซ๐‘› ๐‘๐‘ป๐‘— ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฝ ๐‘ฟ ๐‘น ๐‘ณ๐‘•.

Oh yeah; ma, have joy if thong areas are by rouge water: the gay owl, she could perch near you or us.

What can you come up with?

Mnemonics (memory aids)

Things become slightly less ridiculous if we step away from perfect pangrams. I came up with the following poem in which each word begins with a different Shavian letter, except for ๐‘พ. ๐‘พ only reliably begins the name โ€˜Ianโ€™ in English, and I didnโ€™t think a bloke called Ian had any place in this arcadian idyll, so a slight cheat is used instead. The poem could be used as a mnemonic, to remember all the letters.

๐‘ด๐‘๐‘ผ ๐‘ฑ๐‘ฏ๐‘–๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘ ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฌ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘œ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฏ
๐‘ข๐‘ช๐‘‘ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฏ๐‘ด๐‘ฏ ๐‘’๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘ฒ๐‘Ÿ?
๐‘๐‘จ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘ด๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘“๐‘ฌ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ ๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ
๐‘˜๐‘ณ๐‘™ ๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘๐‘ผ๐‘›๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ง๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ฐ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฒ
๐‘ฝ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘ค๐‘ฒ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘จ๐‘‘ ๐‘บ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฟ๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ.
๐‘ฃ๐‘ฝ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ท๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘ด๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘ถ๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘”๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘ค
๐‘—๐‘ฑ๐‘•๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘ต๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฉ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ผ๐‘ฌ๐‘ฏ๐‘› ๐‘ญ๐‘ฅ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘Ÿ.
ยท๐‘ธ๐‘’๐‘ฑ๐‘›-๐‘พ! ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฒ๐‘›๐‘พ๐‘ค ๐‘๐‘ฑ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ถ๐‘ค.
๐‘ป๐‘”๐‘ค๐‘ฆ ๐‘ซ๐‘ฅ๐‘“, ๐‘™๐‘ซ๐‘ค๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฅ๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ง๐‘ค๐‘ฉ๐‘‘๐‘ฎ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ:
๐‘ท๐‘‘ ๐‘ฌ๐‘‘๐‘•๐‘ฒ๐‘›๐‘ผ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘ผ ๐‘ž๐‘ฐ๐‘Ÿ?

Over ancient mountains green
What unknown country lies?
Valleys echoing fountain streams
Young shepherds resting easy by
Ears delighting at airy euphony.
Here naughty zhos joyfully thrill
Chasing ouzels around almond trees.
Arcad-ia! An ideal painted in oil.
Earthly oomph, ngultrums, zealotries:
Ought outsiders honour these?