^{RM14 |a}While And as Andº as, these things being ^|bso, and so or ere^b| those things having beenº done,^a| way back home in Pacata ^|aHibernia, Auburniaº ^{F75a| |a}little land untilled (^|sbuntilledy untillably^sb| holy iland, gammel Eire, Eire),º^{a| LM52} one ^|aword world^a| burrowing on another,º Standfest, our ^|atopical topiocal sagoaº^a| hero, signs is on ^|ahis big the bellygutes bellygurds bellygud'sº^a| bastille back^|a, bucked up with fullness,^a| and his ^|awhite whitehatched^a| patch, the towelturbaned, and Flower, aº silvering to her jubilee,^{F76 |a}with eve's birch leaves for birchleaves^a| her jointure, our ^|alady lavy^a| in waving, ^|agirt with a wraparound,^a| visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's ^|ain i'^a| forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart,º topsir and turvy, ^LM53 that royal pair,º ^|a(though of course he's too big for her with such a lot of fulness bucked up behind him)^a| in their ^|aofttimes slated house of the hundred bottles, a^a| palace of quicken boughs hightº The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17·69º, if you want to know^F77),º ^|adiscusst the past,^a| his ^|asea arms round seaarm strongsround^a| her, her ^|avelivole^a| eyne ashipwracked, ^|ahave discusst their things of the past,^{a| |a}the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em crime and fable with shame, home and profit,^F78 why lui lied to lei and him hun tried to kill ham^a|, scribbledehobbles, in whose veinsº runs a mixture of are head bent and hard upon. Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled.^{F79 LM54} Today is well thine but whoseº may tomorrow be?º But, bless his cowly head and press his ^|acrinkly crankly^a| hat, what a ^|aworld world's woe^a| is each's
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other's weariness waiting to ^|ahear beadroll^a| his own ^|aproper properer^a| mistakes, ^LM55 the backslapping gladhanderº ^F80 free of his florid future and the other singing likenessº dirging
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a past of bloody altars, gale with a blost to him, ^|agale dove^a| without gall. And she, not leashed of the jilldaw's nest^F81 who tears up letters lettereens she never ^|aposed apposed^a| a pen upon^F82. What's Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough, ough, brieve kindli!^F83

^RM15 Dogs' vespers are anending. ^|a|bVespertiliabitur.^b| Goteshoph Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke to sate with Becchus. Zumbok!º Achèvre!^a| Yet wind will be ere ere fadervor^F84 and the hour of fruminy if Nippon have pearls ^LM57 or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking out! For long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken ^|aand birds Diana with dawnsong hail^a|. Aught darks ^|aflough flou^a| a duskness. Bats that? There peepeestrilling. At Brennan's on the moor. ^LM58 At Tam Fanagan's weak yat his still's going strang. Still here is noctules and can tell things ^|aacommon on^{a| |a}by ^|bfor by^b|a| that fluffy feeling. Larges loomy wheelhousesº lumber up ^|ato lodgeboxº ^F86a| with hoodie hearsemen carrawain ^LM59 we keep hisº peace who follow his law, Sunday
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King.^F87 His sevencoloured's soot ^|a(Ochone! Ochonal!) ^a| and his imponence one heap lumpblock ^|a(Ma Mogoul!)^a|. ^LM60 And Rivers burst out like weeming ^|arushesround racesround^a| joydrinks for the fewnrally.^F89 The welling breast, the willing Whereº every feaster's a foster's other^|a, fianniansº all^a|.^{F90 LM61} The welling breastº, ^|athe herº^a| willing giant, ^|athe ^|bher the^b|a| mountain mourning,º ^|athe his^a| duggedy dew. ^|a|shTo obedient of ^LM62 civicity in urbanious at felicity what'll yet meek Mike our diputy mimber when he's head on poll and Peter's burgess and Miss Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Goblesseº gobleege.^{sh| |sh}For as Anna was at the beginning,º lives yet and will return rerising under after dee great deep sleep rerising and a white night high with theº cows of Drommhiem as shower as there's a wet enclouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a truant in a thorntree.^sh| We drames our dreams tillº Bappy returns. And Sein annews.^{a| |a}Shuttle So shuttle on^a| the sacred ^|arattle magirattler^a|, Simmy. And Sam, Sam, son,º the pipers done.º ^{F92 |a}Eric aboy! ^a| And it's time that all paid tribute to this massive mortiality, ^LM65 the pink of punk perfection as photography in mud. Some may seek to dodge the
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gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker's got to learn to chew the cud. Allwhichhole scribesº on scroll ^|shcircuminiuminluminatedhave^sh|. With a ^|aposy pansy^a| for the pussy in the corner.^F95

^RM16 Bewise of Fanciulla'sº heart, the heart of Fanciulla. Even the recollection of willow ^|aleaves fronds^a| is a spellbinder that lets to hear. The rushes by the grey nuns' pond: ah eh oh let me sigh too. Coalmansbell: behoves you handmake of the load. Jenny Wren: pick, peck. Johnny Post: pack, puck. All the ^|aworld world's in want and^a| is writing a letters. A letters from a person to a place about a thing. And all the world's ^|aaº^a| wish to be carrying a letters. A letters to a king from a cat about a treasure from a cat. When men want to write a letter. Ten men, ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a ladder. And den men, dun men, fen men, fun men, hen men, hun men wend to ^|araid a litter raze a leader^a|. Is then any lettersday from many peoples, Daganasanavitch? Empire, your outermost. A posy card. Plece.