Chuffy was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like likening. Fools top! Singty sangty meeky loose, defendy nous from prowlabouts. Make a shine on the curst. Emem.
But the (2duvlim duvlin2) sulph was in Glugger, that lost-to-lurning. Punct. He was sbuffing and sputing, tussing like anisine, whipping his eysoult and
(2gmatsching gnatsching2) his teats over the brividies from existers and the outher liubbocks of life. He halth kelchychosen a clayblade and makes prayses to his
three of clubs. To part from thees, my corsets, is into overlusting fear. Acts of feet, hoof and jarrety. Djowl, uphere!
Aminxt that nombre of evelings, (2but, but2) how pierceful in their sojestiveness, were those first girly stirs, with zitterings of flight releashed and twinglings of twitchbells in rondel after, with
waverings that made shimmershake rather nightily all the duskscended airs and shylit beaconings from shehind hims back. Sammy, call
on! (2Bopeeps |shMirrylambsh|2), she was shuffering all the diseasinesses of the unherd of. Mary Louisan Shousapinas! If Arck could no more salve his agnols from the wiles of willy woolly woolf! If all the signics of her dipandump helpabit could not that (2glugg Glugg2) to catch her by the calour of her brideness! Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; not Esmeralde, Pervinca nor Indra; not Viola even nor all of them four themes over. But up tighty in the front, down again (2in on2) the loose, drim and (2drunning drumming2) on her back and a pop from her whistle. What is that, O holytroopers?
Up he stulpled glee you gee with search a mug did die near sea, beamy owen and calmy hugh, and if you (2think of a jink what you my call2) for me I will (2thingofajig wishyoumaycull2) for you.
And they are met, face a facing. They are set, force to force. And no such Copenhague-Marengo was less so fated (2scene for2) a fall since in Glenasmole of (2Smiling2) Thrushes Patch Whyte passed O'Sheen (2ascowl2).
Arrest thee, scaldbrother! came the evangelion, sabre accusant, from all Saint Joan's Wood to kill or maim him, and be dumm but ill s'arrested. Et would proffer to his delected one the his trifle from the grass.
A space. Who are you? The cat's mother. A time. What do you lack? The look of a queen.
But what is that which one is going to prehend? seeks buzzling is brains the feinder.
He askit of the hoothed fireshield but it was untergone into the matthued heaven. He soughed it from the luft but that bore ne mark ne message. He luked upon the (2floregrund bloomingrund2) where barely his corns were growning. At last he listed back to beckline how she pranked alone so johntily.
With nought a wired from the wordless either.
Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther. Truly deplurabel! A dire, O dire! And all the freightfulness whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Sometime towerable! With that hehry antlets on him and the baublelight bulching out of his sockets whiling away she sprankled his allover with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack a lock and pass the poker, please: so that Glugg, the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness he could scares of all knotknow whither his murder had bourst a blabber or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly his (2skool skoll2) missed her. Misty's trompe or midst his flooting? Ah, ho! Cicely, awe!
The youngly delightsome frilles-in-pleyurs are now showen drawen, if bud one, or, if in florileague, drawens up consociately at the (2rare hinder2) sight of their commoner guardian. Her boy fiend, or theirs,
if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour sinking how he must fend for himself by gazework what their colours wear as they are all showen drawens up. Tireton, cacheton, tireton, bas! Doth that not satisfy youth, sir? O quanty purty bellas here, Madama Lifay! And what are you going to charm them to, Madama, do say? Cinderynelly angled her slipper; it was cho chiny yet braught her a groom.
At next lineup he will angskt of them from their commoner guardian (who is really the rapier of the two espacially for he bandishes it with his hand the hold time, mamain) a simply gratious: O la! and reloose that thong off his art: Hast thou feel liked carbunckley ones? Apun which his poohoor pricoxity theirs
is a little tittertit of hilarity (Lad-o'-me-soul! Lad-o'-me-soul, see!) and the wordchary is atvoiced ringsoundingly by their toots enssembled, though not meaning to be clever but just with a shrug of their hips, to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that's tory to the ulstramarines. (2Otherwhys Otherwised 2) they insinuate quiet private he make peace in his preaches and play with esteem.
Warewolff! Olff! Toboo!
So olff for his topheetuck the (2rogue ruck2) made raid, aslick aslegs would run, and he ankered on his hunker with the belly belly prest. Asking: What's my muffinstuffinaches for thease times? To weat:
Breath and bother and
whatarcurss. Then breath more bother and more whatarcurss. Then no breath no bother but (2worrworrums worrworums2). And Shim shallave shome.
As Rigagnolina to Montagnone, what she meaned he could not can. All she meaned was golten sylvup, all she meaned was some knight's ploung jamn. It's driving her dafft like he's so dumnb. If he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk as thought Yateman hat stuck hits stick athrought his spoke and if he wooled nut woory so! Hee. Speak, sweety bird! Though I did ate turf I'm not the (2bogmother bogdoxy2).
— Have you monbreamstone?
— Or Hellfeuersteyn?
— Or Van Diemen's coral pearl?
He has lost.
Off to clutch, Glugg! Forewheel! Shape your reres, Glugg! Forweal! Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff's inner seven: all's rice with their (2whirl whorl2)!
Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She'd promised he'd eye her. To try up her pretti. But now it's so longed and so fared and so forth. Jerry for jauntings. Alabye! Fled.
(2The Hopes they felt so elpliss, every waiting for her one that all left for Dolorado and now there was none. |shThe
flossies all and mossies all,º they drooped upon her draped brimfall. The bowknots, the showlots, they wilted into woeblots.
The pearlagraph, the pearlagraph knew whitchly whether to weep or laugh.sh| For always down in Carolinas lovely Dinahs vaunt their view.2)
Poor Isa sids a glooming, so gleaming in the gloaming; the tincelles a touch tarnished make no lovelinoise awound her swan's. Hey, lass! Woefear gleams she so glooming this pooripathete Isolde? Her beauman's gone of a cool. Be good enough to symperise. If he's at anywhere she's therefor to join him. If it's to nowhere she's going to too. But if he'll go to be
a son to France's she'll stay daughter of Clare. Bring tansy, throw (2vervevain myrtle2), strew rue, rue, rue. She is fading out like Journee's clothes so you can't see her now. Still we know
how Day the Dyer works, in dims and deeps and dusks and darks. And among the shades that Eve's now wearing she'll meet anew fiancy, tryst and trow. Mammy was, Mimmy is, Minuscoline's to be. In the Dee dips a dame and the dame desires a daughter but the daughter dresses dolly and the dolly does a
(2dimple dulcydamble2). The same renew. For though she's unmerried she'll after truss up and help that hussyband how to hop. Hip it and
(2romp trip2) it and chirrub and sing. Lord Chuffy's sky sheraph and Glugg's got to swing.
So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, for they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an angel's garland.
Catchmire stockings, libertyed garters, shoddyshoes quicked out with selver. Pennyfeir caps on pinnyfore frocks and a ring on her (2somefing fomefing2) finger. And they leap so looply, looply, as they link to light. And they look so loovely, loovelit, noosed in a nuptious night. Withasly glints in. Andecoy glants out. They ramp it a little, a lessle, a lissle. Then romp rightround in rout.
Say them all but tell them apart, (2abelward from Haloeyes cadenzando coloraturaº2)! R is Rubretta and A is Arancia, Y is for Yilla and N for
(2Greenerin greeneriN2). B is Boyblue with odalisque O while W waters the fleurettes of novembrance. Though they're all but merely a schoolgirl yet these way went they.
(2In I'2) th' view (2of th' avenue o' th'
avignueº2) dancing goes entrancing roundly. Miss Oodles of Anems before the luvium doeslike. So. And then again (2doeslike so
doeslike. So2). And Miss Endles of eons efter dies
of Eirae doeslike. So. And then again doeslike. So. The many wiles of (2winsure Winsure2).
The grocer's bawd she slips her hand in the haricot bag, the lady in waiting sips her sup from the paraffin can, Mrs Wildhare Quickdoctor helts her skelts up the casuaway the flasht (2instict instinct2) she herds if a tinkle of tunder, the widow Magrievy she knits cats' cradles, this bountiful actress leashes a harrier under her tongue, and here's the girl who she's kneeled in coldfeshion and she's toold her priest (spt!) she's pot on a chap (2(chp!)2), and this lass not least this rickissime woman who she writes foot fortunes money times over in the nursery dust with her capital thumb. Buzz. All runaway sheep bound back bopeep, trailing their teens behind them. And these ways wend they. And those ways wend they. Winnie, Olive and Beatrice, Nelly and Ida, Amy and Rue. Here they come back, all the gay pack, for they are the florals, from foncey and pansey to papavere's blush, forsake-me-nought, while there's leaf there's hope, with primtim's ruse and marrymay's blossom, all the flowers of the ancelles' garden.
But vicereversi thereout from those (2pinks palms2) of perfection to anger arbour, (2greened virid2) with woad, what tornaments of complementary rages racked the divlun from his punchpoll to his tummy's shentre as he displaid all the oathword science of his visible disgrace! He was feeling so funny and floored for the cue, all over which girls as he don't know whose hue. If goosseys gazious would but fain smile him a smile he would (2be2) fondling a praise he ate some nice bit of fluff. But no geste reveals the unconnouth. And they're all odds against him, the beasties. Scratch. Start.
He dove his head into Wat Murrey, gave Stewart Ryall a puck on the plexus, wrestled a hurry-come-union with the Gille Beg, wiped all his sinses, martial and menial, out of Shrove Sundy MacFearsome, excremuncted
as freely as any frothblower into MacIsaac, had a belting bout, chaste to chaste, with McAdoo abutt nothing, and childhood's age being aye the (2shameless shameleast2), inbraced himself for any time untellable
with what hung over from the MacSiccaries of the Breeks. Home!
Allwhile preying in his mind he swure. (2|shCross of a coppersmith
bishop!sh|2) He would split. He do big squeal like holy Trichepatte. Seek hellswhere absolation. He take skiff with three shirts and a wind, the bruce, the coriolano and the
(2|shMum's for's maxim, ban's for's book and Dodgesome Dora for hedgehung
sheolmastressº.sh|2) He wholehog himself care of Pencylmania, Bretish Armerica, to melt Mrs Gloria of the Bunkers'
(2Tryst Trust2), recorporated, (2by
|shmeteoromancysh| and linguified heissrohgin,2) quit to catch the Paname-Turricum and regain that tarry
easty, his città immediata, by an alley and detour, with farecard awailable getrennty years. From the safe side of distance! Libera nostalgia! (2Sancti Beate2) Laurentie
O'Tuli! Euro pra nobis! (2|shEvery monk his own cashel with inclined jambs in full purview to his pronaose
and to the deretane at his reredoss.sh| Fuisfinister, fuyerescaper!2) He would fire off his farced epistol to the hibruws. No more turdenskaulds! Free leaves for ebribadies! All tinsammon in the
yord! With harm and aches till Farther alters! Wild primates not stop him. Nom de plume! Gout strap Fenlanns! And send Jarge for Mary Inklenders. For he is the general, make no mistake in he. He is General Jinglesome.
Go in for scribenery with the satiety of arthurs in S.P.Q.R.ish and inform to the old sniggering publicking press and its nation of sheepcopers about the whole plighty troth between them, she, the lalage of lyonesses, and him, her knave arrant. For all within crystal range.
Ukalepe. Loathers' Lave. (2Topheta Nemoº2) in Patria. The Luncher Out. Skilly and Carubdish. A Wondering (2Rogue Wreck2). From the Mermaids' Tavern. Bullyfamous. Naughseecalves. Mother of Misery. Walpurgas Nackt.
He would bare to untired world how Wholephallows, his guffer, the sabbatarian (might faction split his beard!), he (2too2) had a greak big oh in the megafundum of his tomashunders and how Her Lettyshape, his gummer, that congealieel
(2consort sponsar2), she had never cissied waking malters among the jemassons since the cluft that meataxe delt her made her microchasm as gap as down low. So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she
bit his tallibont all had (2tiffins tiffin2) for tea. He would jused sit it all write down just as he would jused set it up all writhefully rate in blotch and
voide(2, |shyieldingº to no man in hymns
ignorancesh|2) seeing how heartsilly sorey he was, owning to the condrition of his bikestool. And reading off his fleshskin and writing with his quillbone, fillfull nine quires with it for his auditers, Caxton and Pollock, a most moraculous
jeerymyhead(2, |shsindbookº for all the
peoples,sh|2) under the presidency of the suchess of sceauonsceau, (2a hadtobe heldhim,
|shthoroughly enjoyed by many so meny |shon blocksh| at Boyrut season and for their
accountsh| |shottorly admired by her husbandsh|
|shin sole intimacy,sh|2) about whose told his innersense when he was a weanling and why he was off
colour and how he was ambothed upon by the very spit of himself first on the cheakside by Michelangelo and then on the owld jowly side by Bill C. Babby, and the localmotoe why they eggspilled him out of his homety domety narrowedknee domum because all his creature comfort was in anark and he would not join the flood of cecialism and the best and schortest way of blacking out a caughtalook of all
the sorrors of Sexton until he would accoster as a wagoner would his (2mudheeldy2) wheesindonk at their trist in Parisise after tourments of years, loaves cast out on waters, Mondamoiseau of
(2— Casanuova,2) and Mademoiselle from Armentières.
(2|shHe would sitº through severalls of
sanctuariessh| |shso as to meet somewhere if producedsh|
onº a |shdemipanssionº for his whole lofetime,º payment in gootoslee Musicº and poisonal comfanysh| |saafter followingsa| which|sa, like |shIpsey Secumbesh|, |shwhen he |sblearnt fing anºsb| to foil the fluter,sh|sa| |shshe could have all the g. s. M.º |sashe (++melted moohooed++) |sbfor aftersb| fore and rickwardssa| to herslFº,sh| |shincluding art ofº sonorous silence,ºsh| while he |shhave recourse of courseº to poetry.sh|2) With, for his coronachion, tears such as engines weep. Was liffe worth leaving? Nej!
Arty, reminiscensitive, dreaming largesse of lifesighs over early lived offs.
— My Cod, alas, that dear old tumtum home
Whereof in youthfood's port I preyed
Amonk thy verdigrassy convinct wallsall dazed
And cloitered for amourmeant in thy boosome shede!
His mouthfull of ecstasy, hereapong (maladventure!) shot pinging upthrough the errorooth of his wisdom as thought it had been zawhen intwo. Wholly's anguish blooded up disconvulsing the fixtures of his fizz. Apang which his temporychewer med him a crazy chump of a Haveajube Sillsyass. Joshua Croesus, son of Nunn! Though he shall live for millions of years a life of billions of years, he shall not forget it. Howlsbawls and bloody acres! Like gnawthing unheardh!
But, by Jobe, Chronides, Seed of Summ, (2after at |shhe had bate his breastplatesº for, forfor, forforget,
forforgettingº his birdsplace,sh|2) it was soon that, that he, that he rehad himself. (2By a prayer? No, that comes later. By contrite
attrition? Nay, that we passed. Mid esercizian? So is richt.2)
He threwed his fit up to his aers, roled his (2polygone poligone2) eyes, snivelled from the snose and blew the guff out of his hornypipe. Lookery looks how he's knots in his entrails! Mookery mooks it's a grippe of his gripes. Seekeryseeks why his biting he's head off?
Cokerycokes, it's his spurt of coal. The worst is over. Wait! For he would himself deal a treatment as might be trusted in anticipation of his inculmination unto fructification for the major operation. When (2her a2) message interskips from them, a butterfly from her (2|shzipclaspedsh|2) handbag(2, |sha woundedº dove astarted from, escaping out her forecotessh|2). (2|shAnd around itsº scorched cap she has twilled a twine of flame to let the laitiest know howº she's marrid. And pim it goes backballed. Todº burns it so leste.sh| (+Hers before hisº even, posted ere penned.+) He's yourº change, thinkyou methim!º |shGo daft noon Madden madden mind the step.sh| |shPlease stoop Oº to please. Stop.sh| |shWhat saying?sh|2) I have soreunder from to him now, dearmate ashore, so, O so comepleasely, though I'd much rather not, Pepette, till I can get redressed. Like things are, m.ds. is all in vincibles, which means the end of my stays in the languish of Tingtangle. Is you zealous of mes, brother? Did you boo moiety lowd? You suppoted to be the on conditionally reejected? Satanly, lade! Can that sobstuff, Whingeywilly. Stop up, mavrose, and sit in my lap. (2|shDecoded.sh|2)
Now a run for his money! Now a dash to her dot! Like a waft to wingweary one or a sos to a coastguard. For directly with his whoop, stoop and an upalepsy didando a tishy, in appreciably less time than it takes a glaciator to submerger an Atlangthis, was he (2again
again, agob agob,2) before the trembly ones, a spark's gap off, gotten (2up
|shorlopsh|2) in a simplasailormade and shaking the storm out of his hiccup. The
smartest vessel you could find, would elazilee him on her knee as her lucky for the Rio Grande. He's a pigtail tarr
and if he hadn't got it toothick he'd a telltale
tall of his pitcher on a wall with his photure in the papers for cutting moutonlegs and capers letting on he'd jest be papers and his tail cooked up.
Goal! It's one by its length.
Angelinas, hide from light those hues that your ain beau may bring to night! Though down to your dowerstrip he's bent to knee he maun't know ledgings here.
For a haunting way will go and you need not make your mow. Find the frenge for frocks and translace it into shocks of such as touch with show and show.
He is guessing at hers for all he is worse, the seagoer. Hark to his wily geeses goosling by, and playfair, lady. And note that they who will for exile say can for dog while them that won't leave ingle end says now for know.
For he faulters how hehates to trouble them withbut.
— Haps thee jaoneofergs?
— Haps thee mayjaunties?
— Haps thee per causes nunsibelli?
And he did a get and slink his hook away. For he could chew upon a skarp snakk of pure undefallen engelsk as raskly and as baskly as your cow cudd spanich. He had his sperrits all foulen on him; to vet, most griposly, he was bedizzled and debuzzled; he had his tristiest cabaleer on; and he looked like bruddy Hal. A shelling a cockshy and be donkey shot at? Or a peso besant to join the armada?
But, Sin Showpanza, could annybroddy have looked twinsomer than the kerl he left behind him? Candidatus, viridosus, aurilucens, sinelab! How he stud theirs
mookst kevinly, inwreathed of his nearcissies, a mickly dazzley eely oily, with his gamecox spurts and his smile likuid glue (2|sh(the suessiest sorris as ever a weanling wore)sh|2), whiles his host of faceful spritties they went peahenning around him in neuchoristic congressulations, quite purringly excited allauding to him by all the licknames in the litany with the terms in which no little dulsy nayer ever thinks about implying except to her future's yea and sending him perfumed prayerpuffs to setisfire more then to teaseve (shall we help you to rigolect a bit?) that he, the finehued, the fairhaired, the farahead, might bouchesave unto each but everyone the havemercyonhurs of his kissier licence. (2Meaning Meanings2): (2Sure we We2) know you like (2latin Latin2) with essies (2impures. impares so 2) tell that old bellows to below up the tumtum ergan and give us a gust of his gushy old. Goof! (2|shHappy little girlycumsº to have adolphted such an Adelphus!ºsh| |shO the swingswungº hops so golden! They've come to chant en chor.sh| |shThey say
their salatº, |shthe mahdiens'º prayer to the messiager of His Nabisº,sh| prostitatingº their selfs eachwise combinedly.ºsh| |shFatehaº, fold the hands.sh| |shBeº it honoured, bow the head.ºsh| |shAs we sohopeº for ablution.ºsh| |shFor the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops. Amemus.ºsh|2)
A long pause. Then:
Xanthos! Xanthos! Xanthos! We think to thine, mighty innocent, that diddest bring it off fuitefuite. Should in ofter years it became about you will after desk jobduty becoming a bank midland mansioner we and I shall reside with our obeisant servants among Burke's mobility at La Roserie, Ailesbury Road. We'll have our private palepink
(2pillerbox pillarbox2) for lovesick letterines fondly attached to our front railings and swings, hammocks, tightrope clotheslines, accomodationnooks and crystal
(2bathsheds, battlesheds,2) to make Envyeyes mouth water and wonder when they binocular us from their embrassured windows in our garden rare. Fyat-Fyat shall be our number on the autokinaton and Chubby in his
Chuffs oursforownly chuffeur. (2|shT will be waitingº for uns as I sold you at
the first antries.sh|2) Our cousin gourmand, Percy, the pup, will denounce the sniffnomers of all callers whereamong our Seemyease Sister, Tabitha, the ninelived, will extend to the full her hearthy welcome. Lady Jame Shortbred will walk in for supper
with her marchpane wig on and her necklace of almonds and her peach Sundae dress with bracelets of honey and her cochineal stockings with the caramel dancings, the briskly best from Booteestown, and her suckingstaff of ivory mint.
You mustn't miss it or you'll be sorry. Charmeuses chloes, glycering juwells, lydialight fans and puffumed cynarettes. And the Prince Lemonade has been graciously pleased. His six chocolate pages will run bugling before him and Cococream toddle after with his sticksword in a pink cushion. We think he ought to know Lady Jame. He's not going to Cork till (2Eatser Easter2) or mayhope till Saint Tibble's Day. The Fomor's in his Fin, the Momor's her (2und and2) hin. A paaralone! A paaralone! And Dublin's all adin. So come on ye wealthy gentrymen wib frufrocksfull of fun! Thin thin! Thin thin! Thej olly and thel ively, thou billy with thee coo, for to jog a jig of a crispness nice and sing a missal too. Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed blackman, polk it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! And, jessies, push the pumkik round. Anneliuia!
Since the days of Roamaloose and Rehmoose the pavanos have been strident through their struts of Chapelldiseut, the vaulsies have meed and youdled through the purly ooze of Ballybough, many a mismy cloudy has tripped (2tauntily
taintily2) along that hercourt strayed reelwey and the rigadoons have held ragtimed revels on the plateauplain of Grangegorman; and though since then sterlings and guineas have been replaced by brooks and lions and some progress has been made on stilths and the races have come and gone and Thyme, that chef of seasoners,
has made his usual astewte use of endadjustables and whatnot willbe isnor was those danceadeils and cancanzanies
have come stimmering down for our begayment through the bedeafdom of po's blanks, the obcecity of pa's teapucs, as lithe as limb free limber as when momie played at ma.