FINNEGANS WAKE

Editions

Faber and Faber (London: 1939) II.1§2

First edition, first printing (details)

Chuffyº was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like likening. Fools top! Singty,º sangty,º meekly loose, defendy nous from prowlabouts. Make a shine on the curst. Emen.º

But the duvlin sulph was in Glugger, that lost-to-lurningº. Punct. He was sbuffing and sputing, tussing like anisine, whipping his eyesoultº and gnatsching his teats over the brividies from existers and the outher liubbocks of life. He halth kelchy chosenº a clayblade and makes prayses to his three of clubs. To part from theseº, my corsets, is into overlusting fear. Acts of feet, hoof and jarrety: athletes longfoot. Djowl, uphere!

Aminxt that nombre of evelings, but how pierceful in their sojestivenessº were those first girly stirs, with zitterings of flight releasedº and twinglings of twitchbells in rondel after,º with waverings that made shimmershake rather naightilyº all the duskcendedº airs and shylit beaconingsº from shehind hims back. Sammy, call
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on.º |shMirrylambsh|, she was shuffering all the diseasinesses of the unherd of. Mary Louisan Shousapinas! If Arck could no more salve his agnolsº from the wiles of willy woolyº woolf! If all the airish signics of her dipandump helpabit from an Father Hogamº till the Mutther Masons could not that Glugg 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, the monthageº stick in the melmelode jawr, I am (twintomine) all thees thing. Up tighty in the front, down again on the loose, drim and drumming on her back and a pop from her whistle.º What isº that, O holytroopers? Isot givin yoe?

Up he stulpled, glee you geesº with search a flingº did die near sea, beamy owen and calmy hughº and if you what you my call for me I will wishyoumaycull for you.

And they are met, face a facing. They are set,º force to force. And no such Copenhague-Marengo was less so fated for a fall since in Glenasmole of Smiling Thrushes Patch Whyte passed O'Sheen ascowl.

Arrestº thee, scaldbrother! cameº the evangelionº, sabre accusant, from all Saint Joan's Woodº 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 is oneº going to prehend? Seeks, buzzlingº is brains, the feinder.

The howtosayto itiswhatis hemustwhomust worden schall. A darktongues,º kunning. O theoperil! Ethiaopº lore, the poor lie.ºº 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 bloomingrund where ongly his corns were growning. At last he listed back to beckline how she pranked alone so johntily. The skand for schooling.

With nought a wired from the wordless either.

Item. He was hardset then. He wented to go (somewhere) while he was weeting. Utem. He wished to grieve on the good persons, that
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is the four gentlemen. Otem. And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was gooddaº purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber. Etem. He was at his thinker,º auntsº to give (the four gentlemen) the presence (of a curpse). And this is what he would be willing. He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roustº of the meast. Atem.

Towhere byhangs ourtales.

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 freightfullnessº whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Sometimeº towerable! With that hehry antletsº on him and the baublelight bulching out of his socketsº whiling awayº she sprankled his allover with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack a lock and pass the poker, please? And bids him tend her, lute and airly. Sing, sweetharp, thing to me anone! So that Glugg, the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness he could scares of all knotknow whither his morrder had bourst a blabber orº if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearlyº his skoll 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 hinder sight of their commoner guardiaº. Her boy fiendº or theirs, if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour, sinking how he must fandº for himself by gazework what their colours wear as they are all showen drawensº up. Tireton, cacheton, tireton, baº! Doth that not satisfy youth, sir? Quantyº purty bellas,º 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.º Heº will angskt of them from their commoner guardian at next lineupº (who is really the rapier of the two thoughº |shthother brother can hold his own,sh| especiallyº for he bandishedº it with his hand the hold time, mamain,º a simply graciousº: Mi, O la!),º andº reloose that thong off his art: Hast thou feel liked carbunckley ones? Apun which his poohoor pricoxity theirs
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is a little tittertit of hilarity (Lad-o'-me-soulº! Lad-o'-me-soul, see!) and the wordchary is atvoiced ringsoundinlyº by their toots ensembled,º though not meaning to be clever, but just with a shrug of their hipsº to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that storyº to the ulstramarines. Otherwised, holding their noises, they insinuate quiet private, Ni, he make peace in his preaches and play with esteem.

Warewolff! Olff! Toboo!

So olff for his topheetuck the ruck made raid, aslick aslegs would run;º and he ankered on his hunkers with the belly belly prest. Asking: What's my muffinstuffinaches for theseº times? To weat: Breath and bother and whatarcurss. Then breath more bother and more whatarcurss. Then no breath no bother but worrawarrawurms.º And Shim shallave shome.

As Rigagnolinaº to Mountagnone, what she meanedº he could not can. All she meaned was golten sylvupº, all she meaned was some Knight'sº ploung jamn. It's driving her dafft like he's so dumnb. If he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk as thought yatemanº hat stuck hits stick althroughº his spokesº and if he woold nut wolly so!º Hee. Speak, sweety bird! Mitzymitzy! Though I did ate tough turfº I'm not the bogdoxy.

— Have you monbreamstone?

— No.

— Or Hellfeuersteyn?

— No.

— Or Van Diemen's coral pearl?

— No.

He has lost.

Off to clutch, Glugg! Forwhat!º Shape your reres, Glugg! Foreweal!º Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff's inners even. All'sº rice with their whorl!

Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She'sº 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.

|shThe flossies all and mossies allº they drooped upon her draped brimfall. The bowknots, the showlots, they wilted into woeblots.
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The pearlagraph, the pearlagraph, knew whitchly whether to weep or laugh.sh| For always down in Carolinas lovely Dinahs vaunt their view.

Poor Isa sitsº a gloomingº so gleaming in the gloaming; the tincelles a touch tarnished wind no lovelinoise awoundº her swan's. Hey, lass! Woefear gleamº she so glooming, this pooripathete I soldeº? 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. Bufº if he'll go to be a son to France's she'll stay daughter of Clare. Bring tansy, throw myrtle, 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 demselle but the demselle dresses dolly and the dolly does a dulcydamble. The same renew. For though she's unmerried she'll after truss up and help that hussyband how to hop. Hip it and trip 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, forº they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an angel's garland.

Catchmire stockings, libertyed garters, shoddyshoes,º quicked out with selver. Pennyfairº caps on pinnyfore frocks and a ring on her fomefing 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 rompride round in rout.

Say them all but tell them apart, cadenzando coloraturaº! R is Rubretta and A is Arancia, Y is for Yilla and N for greeneriN. 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. I' th' view o' th'avignueº dancing goes entrancing roundly. Miss Oodles of Anems before the Luvium doeslike. So. And then again doeslike. So. And missº Endles of Eons efter Dies
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of Eirae doeslike. So. And then again doeslike. So. The many wiles of Winsure.

The grocer's bawd sheº 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 instinct she herds if a tinkle of tunder, the widow Megrievy sheº knits cats' cradles, this bountiful actress leashes a harrier under her tongue, and here's the girl who she's kneeled in coldfashionº and she's toldº her priest (spt!) she's pot on a chap (chp!)º 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 teenesº behind them. And these ways wend they. And those ways wentº 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, foresake-me-noughtº, while there's leaf there's hope, with primtim'sº ruse and marrymay's blossom, all the flowers of the ancelles' garden.

But vicereversing thereout from those palms of perfection to anger arbour,º treerack monatan, scroucelyº out of scout of ocean, virid with woad,º what tornaments of complementary rages rocked the divlunº from his punchpoll to his tummy's shentre as he displaid all the oathword science of his visible disgrace.º 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 be fondling a praise he ate some nice bit of fluff. But no geste reveals the unconnouth. They'reº 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 Gillie Beg, wipedº all his sinses, martial and menial, out of Shrove Sundy MacFearsomeº, excremuncted as freely as any frothblower into MacIsaacº, had a belting bout, chaste to chaste, with McAdoo aboutº nothing and, childhood's age being aye the shameleast, tel a Tartaran tastarin toothsome tarrascone tourtoun, vestimentivorous chlamydophagian, imbretellated himself for any time untellable
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with what hung over to the Machonochie Middle from the MacSiccaries of the Breeks. Home!

Allwhile, moush missuiesº from mungy monsieº, preying in his mind, son of Everallin, within himself,º he swure. Macnoon maggoty mag.º |shCross of a coppersmith bishop!sh| He would split. He do big squeal like holyº Trichepatte. Seek hells whereº from yank islanders the petriote's absolation. Mocknitza! Genik! He take skiff come first dagrene day overwide tumbler, rough and dark, till when bow of the shower show of the bowerº with three shirts and a wind, pagoda permettant, crookolevante,º the bruce, the coriolano and the ignacio. From prudals to the secular but from the cumman to the nowter. Byebye, Brassolis, I'm breaving! Our war, Dully Gray! A conansdream of lodascircles, he here schlucefinis. Gelchasser no more! Mischnary for the minestrary to all the sems of Aram. Shimachº , eonº of Era.º |shMum's for's maxim, ban's for's book and Dodgesome Dora for hedgehung sheolmastressº.sh| And Unkel Silanse coach in diligence. Disconnection of the succeeding. He wholehog himself for carberry banishment care of Pencylmania, Bretish Armerica, to melt Mrs Gloria of the Bunkers' Trust, recorporated, (prunty!)º by |shmeteoromancysh| and linguified heissrohgin, quit to hail a hurry laracor and catch the Paname-Turricum and regain that absendee tarry easty, his città immediataº, by an alley and detour withº farecard awailable getrennty years. Right for Rovy the Roder. From the safe side of distance! Libera,º nostalgia! Beate Laurentie O'Tuli,º Euro pra nobis!º |shEvery monk his own cashel where every little ligger is his own liogotenente with inclined jambs in full purview to his pronaose and to the deretane at his reredoss.sh| Fuisfinister, fuyerescaper! He would, with the greatest of ease, before of weighting midhook, by dear home trashold on the raging canal, for othersites of Jorden,º (heave a hevy, waterboy!)º make one of hissens with a knockonacow and a chow collegions and fire off, gheol ghiornal, foull subustioned mullmud, his farced epistol to the hibruws. From Cerniliusº slomtime prepositus of Toumariaº to the clutch in Anteach. Salvo! Ladigsº and jointuremen! No more turdenskaulds! Free leaves for ebribadies! All tinsammon in the
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yord! With harm and aches till farther alters! Wild primates not stop him frem at rearing a writing in handy antics. Nom de plume!º Gout strap Fenlanns! And send Jarge for Mary Inklenders.º And daunt you logh if his vineshanky's schwemmy! 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, malady of milady made melodi of malodi, she, the lalage of lyonesses, and him, her knave arrant. To Wildrose La Gilligan from Croppy Crowhore. For all within crystal range.

Ukalepe. Loathers' leaveº.º Nemoº in Patria.º The Luncher Out. Skilly and Carubdish. A Wondering Wreck. From the Mermaids' Tavern. Bullyfamous. Naughtsycalvesº. Mother of Misery. Walpurgas Nackt.

Maleesh! He would bare to untired world of Leimuncononnulstriaº (and what a strip poker globbtrottel they pairs would looks!) how wholefallowsº, his guffer, the sabbatarian (might faction split his beard!), he too had a greatº big oh in the megafundum of his tomashunders and how herº Lettyshape, his gummer, that congealedº sponsar, she had never cessed at waking malters among the jemassons since the cluft thatº meataxeº delt her made her microchasm as gap as down low. So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his tailiboutº all hatº tiffin for theaº. He would jused sit it all write down just as he would jused set it up all writhefully rate in blotchº and voidº, |shyielding to no man in hymns ignoranceºsh| seeing how heartsillyº sorey he was,º owning to the condrition of his bikestool. And, reading off his fleshskin and writing with his quillbone, fillfull ninequiresº with it for his auditers, Caxton and Pollock, a most moraculous jeeremyheadº |shsindbook for all the peoples,sh| under the presidency of the suchess of sceaunonsceauº, a hadtobe heldin, |shthoroughly enjoyed by many so meny |shon blocksh| at Boyrut season and for their accountsh| |shottorly admired by her husbandsh| |shin sole intimacy,sh| about whose told his innersense and |shthe grusomehed's
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yoeureeke of his spectrescopesh| and why he was off colour and how he was ambothed upon by the very spit of himself, first on the cheeksideº by Michelangelo and, besouns thats, overº on the owld jowly side by Bill C. Babby, and the suburb's formule whyº they provencials drollo eggspilled him out of his hometyº dometryº narrowedknee domum (osco de basco de pesco de bisco!) because all his creature comfort was an omulette finas erbas in an arkº finis orbe and, no master how mustered, mind never mend, he couldº neither swuckº in nonneither swimp in the flood of cecialism and the best and schortest way of blacking out a caughtalockº of all the sorrors of Sexton until he would accoster her coume il fou in teto-dous as a wagoner would his mudheeldy wheesindonk at their trist in Parisise after tourments of tosend years, breadº cast out on waters, making goods at mutuurity, Mondamoiseau of Casanuova and Mademoisselleº from Armentières. Neblonovi's Nivonovio! Nobbio and Nuby in ennoviacion! Occitantitempoli! |shHe would siº through severalls of sanctuariessh| maywhatmay mightwhomight |shso as to meet somewhere if producedºsh| onº a |shdemi panssionº for his whole lofetime,º payment in goo to slee musicº and poisonal comfany,sh| following which, like |shIpsey Secumbesh|, |shwhen he fingonº to foil the fluter,sh| |shshe could have all the g. s. M.º she moohooed after fore and rickwards to herslFº,sh| |shincluding science ofº sonorous silence,ºsh| while he, being brung up on soul butter, |shhave recourse of courseº to poetry.sh| With tearsº for his coronaichonº,º such as engines weep. Was liffe worth leaving? Nej!

Tholedoth, treetrene! Zokrahsing, stone!º Arty, reminiscensitive, at bandstand finale on grand carriero, dreaming largesse of lifesighs over early lived offs — |shallº old Sators of the Sowsceptreº highly nutritius family histrionic, genitricksling with Avus and Avia, that simple pair, and descendant down on veloutypads by a vuncular process to Nurus and Noverca, those notorious nepotists, circumpictified in their sobrine census, patriss all of them by the glos on their germane faces and their socerine eyes like transparents of vitricus, patruuts to a man, the archimade levirs of his ekonome worldsh|. Remember thee, castle throwen? Ones propsperups treed, now stohongº baroque. And oil paint use a pumme if yell trace
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me there title to where was a hovel not a havel (the first rattle of his juniverse) with a tingtumtinglingº and a next, next and nextº (gin a paddy? got a petty? gussies, gif it ope?), while itch ish shome.

Myº God,º alas,º that dear oltº tumtum home
Whereof in youthfoodº port I preyed
Amook theº verdigrassy convictº vallsall dazes.º
And cloitered for amourmeant in thy boosome shede!º

His mouthfull of ecstasyº (for Shing-Yung-Thing in Shina from Yoruyume across the Timor Sea), herepongº (maladventure!) shot pinging up throughº the erroroothº of his wisdom (who thought him a Fonar all, feastking of shellies by googling Lovvey, regally freytheremº, eagelly plumed, and wasbut gumboil owrithy prodsº wretched some horseryº megee plods coffin acid odarkery pluds dense floppens mugurdy)º as thought it had been zawhenº intwo. Wholly sanguishº blooded up disconvulsingº the fixtures of his fizz. Apang which his tempory chewerº med him a crazy chump of a Haveajube Sillayassº. Joshua Croesus, son of Nunn! Though he shall live for millions of years a life of billions of years, from their roseaced glows to their violast lustres, he shall not forget that pucking Pugases. Holihowlsballs and bloody acres! Like gnawthing unheardth!

But, by Joveº Chronides, Seed of Summ, after at |shhe had bate his breastplatesº for,º forforget, forforgetting his birdsplace,sh| itº was soon that, that he, that he rehad himself. By a prayer? No, that comes later. By contrite attrition? Nay, that we passed. Mid esercizism? So is richt.

And it was so. And Malthos Moramor resumed his soul. With: Go Ferchios off to Allad out of this! An oldsteinsong. He threwed his fit up to his aers, rolled his poligone eyes, snivelled from his snose and blew the guff out of his hornypipe. The hopjoimtº jerk of a ladle broom jig that he learned in locofoco when a redhot turnspite he. Under reign of old Roastin the Bowlº Ratskillers, readyos! Why was that man for he's doin her wrong!º Lookeryº 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?
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Cokerycokes, it's his spurt of coal. And may his tarpitch dilute not give him chromitis! For the mauwe that blinks you blank is mostly Carbo. Where the inflammabilis might pursuive his comburenda with a pure flame and a true flame and a flame all toogasser, soot.º The worst is over. Wait! And the dubunyº Mag may gang to preesses. With Dinny Finneen, me canty,º ho! In the lost of the gleamens. Sousymoust. For he would himself deal a treatment as might be trusted in anticipation of his inculmination unto fructificationº for the major operation.º When (pip!) a message interfering intermitting |shinterskipssh| from them (pet!) |shon herzian wavessh|, (call her venicey names! call her a stell!)º a butterfly from her |shzipclaspedsh| handbag, |sha woundedº dove astarted from, escaping out her forecotessh|. Isle wail for yews, O doherlynt.º The poetesserº |shAnd around itsº scorched cap she has twilled a twine of flame to let the laitiest knowº she's marrid. And pim it goes backballed. Totº burns it so leste.sh| A claribel cumbeck to errind. Hers before hisº even, posted ere penned. He's yourº change, thinkyou methim.º |shGo daft noonº madden, mind the step.sh| |shPlease stoop Oº to please. Stop.sh| |shWhat saying?sh| I have soreunder from to him now, dearmate ashore, so,º so compleaselyºº till I can get redressed,ººº which means the end of my stays in the languish of Tintangleº. Is you zealous of mes, brother? Did you boo moiety lowd? You suppoted to be theº on conditiously rejectedº? Satanly, lade! Can that sobstuff, whingeywilly! Stopº up, mavroneº, and sit in my lap, Pepette, though I'd much rather not. Like things are m. ds. is all in vincibles.º |shDecoded.sh|

Now a run for his money! Now a dash to her dot! Old cocker, young crowy, sifadda, sosson. A bran new,º speedhountº, outstripperous on the wind. Like a waft to wingweary oneº or a sos to a coastguard. For directly with hisº whoop, stopº and an upalepsy didando a tishy, in appreciableº less time than it takes a glaciator to submerger an Atlangthis, wasº he again, agob, before the trembly ones, a spark's gap off, doubledasguesched, gottenº |shorlopsh| in a simplasailormadeº and shaking the storm out of his hiccups. The smartest vessel you could find would elazilee him on her knee as her lucky for the Rio Grande. He's a pigtaiIº tarr
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and if he hadn't got it toothick he'd a telltale tall of his pitcher on a wallº with his photure in the papers for cutting moutonlegsº and capers, letting on he'd jest be japers and his tail cooked up.

Goal!º It's one by its length.

Angelinas, hide from light those hues that your sin beauº may bring to lightº! 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 andº 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,º lady.º And note that they who will for exile say canº for dog while them that won't leave ingle end says now for know.

For he faulters how he hatesº to trouble them without.º

|shBut leaving codhead's mitre and the heron's plumes sinistrant to the server of servants and rex of regumssh| |shand making a bolderdashº for lubberty of speechº he asks not have you seen a match being struck nor is this powder mine but, letting punplaysº pass to ernest:ºsh|

— Haps thee jaoneofergs?

— Nao.

— Haps thee mayjaunties?

— Naohao.

— Haps thee per causes nunsibellies?

— Naohaohao.

— Asky, asky, asky!º Gau on! Micaco! Get!

Ping an ping nwan ping pwan pong.

And he did a get, their anayance, and slink his hook away, aleguere come alaguerre, like a chimista inchamisasº, whom the harricana hurries andº hotsº foots, zingo,º zango, segur.º To hoots of utskut, urqurd, jamal, qum, yallah, yawash, yak! For he could ciappacioppachew upon a skarp snakk of pure undefallen engelsk, melanmoon or tartatortoise, tsukisaki or soppisuppon, as raskly and as baskly as your cheesechalk cow cudd spanich. Makoto! Whagta kriowday! Gelagala nausy is. Yet right divining do not
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was. Hovobovo hafogate hokidimatzi inº kamicha! He had his sperrits all foulenº on him; to vet, most griposly, he was bedizzled and debuzzled; he had his tristiest cabaleer on; andº looked like bruddy Hal. A shelling a cockshy and be donkey shot at? Or a peso besant to join the armada?

But, Sin Showpanza,º could anybroddyº which walked this world with eyes whiteopen have looked twinsomer than the kerl he left behind him? Candidatus, viridosus, aurilucens, sinelab?º Of all the green heroes everwore cotonº breiches, the whitemost, the goldenest! How he stud theirs with himselfs mookst kevinly, and that anterevolitionary, the churchman childfather from tonsor's tuft to almonder's toes, a haggiographyº in duotrigesumyº, son soptimost of sire sixtusks, of Mayaqueenies sign osureº, hevnly buddhy time, inwreathed of his near cissiesº, a mickly dazzlyº eely oily |shwith looiscurralssh|, |sha soulnetzer by zvesdals priestessd,sh| their trail the tractive,and dem dandypanies knows de play of de eyelidsº, with his gamecox spurts and his smile likequidº glue |sh(the suessiest sourir ever weanling wore)sh|, whiles his host ofº spritties, lusspillerindernees, they went peahenning a ripidarapidarpad around him,º pilgrim prinkips, kerilour kevinour, in neuchoristic congressulations, quite purringly excitedº rpdrpd, 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 yearº andº sending him perfume mostº praypuffs to setisfire more then to teasimº (shllwe help, now you've massmuled, you t'rigolect a bit? yismik? yimissy?) that he, the finehued, the fairhailed, the farahead, mightº bouchesave unto each but everyone, asfar as safras durst assune, the havemercyonhurs of his kissier licenceº. Meanings: Andure the enjurious till imbetther rerº. We know youº like Latin with essies impures, (and your liber as they sea)º we certney like gurgles love the nargleygargley so, arrahbeejee, tell that old frankay boyuk to bellows uptheº tombucky in his tumtum argan and give us a gust of his gushy old. Goof!

Hymnumber twentynine. O, the singing! |shHappy little girlycumsº to have adolphted such an Adelphus!ºsh| |shO, the swingingingº hopops so goholden! They've come to chant en chor.sh| |shThey say
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their salatº, |shthe madiens'º prayer to the messiager of His Nabisº,sh| prostitatingº their selfs eachwise and combinedly.ºsh| |shFatehaº, fold the hands.sh| |shBeº it honoured, bow the head.ºsh| May thine evings e'en be blossful! Even of bliss! |shAs we so hopeº for ablution.ºsh| |shFor the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops. Amems.ºsh|

Aº pause.º Their orison arises misquewhite as Osman glory, ebbing wasteward, leaves to the soul of light its fading silence (allahlah lahlah lah!), a turquewashed sky. Then:

Xanthos! Xanthos! Xanthos! We thankº 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 Roseraieº, Ailesbury Road. |shRed bricks are all hellishly good values if you trust to the roster of ads but we'll save up ourselves and nab what's nicest and boskiest of timber trees in the nebohood.sh| Oncaill's plot. Luccombe oaks, Turkish hazels, Greek firs, incense palmº edcedras. The hypsometers of Mount Anville is held to be dying out of arthataxis but, praise send Larix U' Thuleº, the wych elm of Manelagh is still flourishing in the open,º because itsº native of our nature and the seeds was sent by Fortune. We'll have our private palypeachum pillarposterns for lovesick letterines fondly affianxed to our front railings and swings, hammocks, tighttaught balletlines, accomodationnooks and prismic bathboites,º 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. |shT will be waitingº for uns as I sold U at the first antries.sh| Our cousin gourmand, Percy, the pup, will denounce the sniffnomers of all callers where amongº our Seemyeaseº Sister, Tabitha, the ninelived, will extend to the full her hearthy welcome. While the turf and twigs they tattle. Tintin tintin. Lady Marmelaº Shortbred will walk in for supper with her marchpane switch on,º her necklace of almonds and her poirette Sundae dress with bracelets of honey and her cochineal hose with the caramel dancings, the briskly best from Bootiestownº, and her suckingstaff of ivorymintº.
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You mustn't miss it or you'll be sorry. Charmeuses chloes, glycering juwells, lydialight fans and puffumed cynarettes. And the Prince Le Monade 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 Hisº Sparkling Headiness ought to know Lady Marmelaº. Luisome his for lissome hers. He's not going to Cork till Cantalamesse or mayhope till Rose Easter or Saint Tibble's Day. So Niomon knows. The Fomor's in his Fin, the Momor's her and hin. A paaralone! A paaralone! And Dublin's all adin. We'll sing a song of Singlemonth and you'll too and you'll. Here are notes. There's the key. One two three. Chours! So come on, ye wealthy gentrymen wibfrufrocksfullº 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!º Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed blackman, polk it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphipº champouree! And, jessies, push the pumkik round. Anneliuia!

Since the days of Roamaloose and Rehmoose the pavanos have been strident throughº their struts of Chapelldiseut, the vaulsies have meed and youdled through the purly ooze of Ballybough, many a mismy cloudy has tripped taintily along that hercourt strayed reelwayº and the rigadoons have held ragtimed revels on the platauplainº of Grangegorman; and, though since then sterlings and guineas have been replacedº by brooks and lions and some progress has been made on stiltsº and the races have come and gone and Thyme, that chef of seasoners, has made his usual astewte use of endadjustablesº and whatnot willbe isnor was, those danceadeils and cancanzanies have come stimmering down for our begayment through the bedeafdom of po's taeorns, the obcecity of pa's teapucsº, as lithe and limbfree limberº as when momie mummed at ma.