TS. Elliot had potatoed, mistress, relished, but he had not dope. Steve had never ate wurtz or peeling, and wormed or indigestion or of delbert, at the oval of food of others. That, to Anny, had a receded intersection. Men carly impreggated were unbarable. She prized the frank, the dope-bearded, she waged protracted before wee otters. Wurtz and englishpeas did rapturate her bliss. She felt that she would so much more defend unto the sanctuary or these why sometomes booked or read a caseless or a tasty thing, when of these where pretence or wind never buried, where tongue never slopped.
Now I have my self-respect back. I, too am a decrytpographer. I suspect that this passage is from Ulyssess by James Joyce. It has to do with food and sex. parsy.
Mr. Elliot was rational, discreet, polished, but he was not open. There was never any burst of feeling, any warmth of indignation or delight, at the evil or good of others. This, to Anne, was a decided imperfection. Her early impressions were incurable. She prized the frank, the open-hearted, the eager character beyond all others. Warmth and enthusiasm did captivate her still. She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.
Jane Austen, "Persuasion", chapter 17.