|5''Atº maturing daily gloryaims! 5''|
A flink dab was frankily at the manual arith sure enough which was the bekase he knowed from his cradle no boy better why his ten fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with. First there came boko and nigh him wigworms
and nigh him tittlies and nigh him cheekchaps and nigh him pickpocket with pickpocketpumb, pickpocketpoint, pickpocketprod, pickpocketpromise and upwithem. And anyhows always after them the dimpler he weighed the fonder fell he of |5'cardinals his null four lovedroyd curdinals|a, hisº element curdinal numen and his enement curdinal marryng and his epulent curdinal weisswassh and his eminent curdinal |bKayb| O'Kaya|5'|. Always would he be areciting of them up by rota, from fursed to laced, quickmarch to decemver, so as to pin the tenners, thumbs down. And anon and aldays, strues yerthere, would he wile arecreating em |5'and ingreasing em and moultipiecing emº in by rightleft byº5'| lumerous ways |5'in the scale of too poo puff pive pree pree puff pive pfoor,º5'| like to pitch of your cap, pac, on to tin tall spillicans. |5'To sum,º borusº pew notus pew eurus pew zipherº.5'| Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims. While on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dice. What signifieth all that but 'tis as strange to relate he, nonparile to reed, rite and reckan, caught allmeals dull marks for his nucleud and |5allgobrew alegobrew5|. O them |5doddhunters and allanights5| bate him up jerrybly! |5Show that the
median interecting |aat roideº anglesa| the legs of a given obtuse |aonea| biscuts both the arcs that are subtendered behind. A Tullagroveº
pole to the Height of County Fer Fearmanagh has a septain |+inclination inclinaisonº+| and the |agraphplots graphplota| for all the functions in Lower County Monachan, whereat samething isº rivisible by nighttim, may be involted into theº zeroic couplet |+allis pall pall'sº pellº+| in hisº heventh gleikeº noughty times ∞,º find if you are not cooefficient,º how minney combinaisies and permutandies can be played on the international surdº |athynderclxpz, thyndwrclxpz,a| hids |+quth cubid+| rute being extractedº, taking anan illitterettes, ififif at a tom.5| Binomeans to be comprendered. The aximones. |5And their prostulutesº.
For his neuralgiabrowsº.5| Equal to = hsaoc.
So, |5'bagdad,5'| as |5'I know and5'| you know yourself |5'and the arab in the street knows5'| better nor |5'anyone else anymeade or persan5'|, comic cuts |5|~in sections~|5| always were to be capered in Casey's, frost book of, page torn on dirty, to be hacked|5, ever so new,º5| at Hickey's, huckster, Wellington's Iron Bridge, and so, by long last, |5|~ecad,~|5| as it would |5''fall shuffle5''| out, must he to |5''bid trump5''| adieu |5adroit adieu5| |5''atout atous5''| to those cardinhands he |5''so greatly a big dealº5''| missed|5'', |ared machrees radmachreesa| and rossecullinans and blagpikes in suitclover5''|. Dear hearts of my counting, would |5''it lilt then he revoke them5''|, forewheel to |5''backnumbers packnumbers5''|, and, the time being no help fort, plates to lick one and turn over.
Problem ye ferst, construct ann aquilittoral dryankle. Probe loom! With his primal handstoe in his sole salivarium. Concoct an equoangular trilitter. On the name of the teaser and off the tongs and off the mythametical tripods. Beatsoon.
|5|~! > !?~|5|
Can you not do her, numb? asks Dolph, suspecting the answer know. I cont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev, expecting the answer guess. Nor was the noer long disappointed for, easiest of kisshams, he was told. O, tell it to we, do, Sem! Well, 'tis thusly. First mull a mugfull of mud, son. Oglores,
he prays, olorum! What the D.V. would I do that for? That's a goosey's ganswer you're for giving me, he is told, what the Deva would you do that for? |5Now, sknow royalº road to Puddlin,5| |5Take takeº5| your mut for a first beginning. Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam will doob, I guess. Mux |5it your pistany5| at a point of the
coastmap to be called α but pronounced olfa. There's the isle of Mun, ah! O! |5'Tisº just.5| Bene! Now, all in applepine erdor, (for Dolph, dean of idlers, |5|ameagre meagerºa|5| suckling of |5a gert5| stone, though barekely |5a in hisº5| boy, he too — venite praeteriti, sine mora dumque de entibus nascituris decentius in lingua romana mortuorum parva chartula liviana ostenditur, sedentes in laetitia super ollas carnium, spectantes immo situm lutetiae unde auspiciis secundis tantae consurgent humanae stirpes, antiquissimam flaminum amborum Jordani et Jambaptistae mentibus revolvamus sapientiam: totum tute fluvii modo mundo fluere, eadem quae ex aggere fututa fuere iterum intra alveum fore futura, quodlibet sese ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium, omnem demum amnem ripis rivalibus amplecti — recurrently often, when him moved he would cake their chair, coached ribolliumtending mikes of his same and over his own choirage at Backlane |5'university univarsity5'|, among of which pupal souaves |5he the pizdru pizdrool5| was pulled up, bred and battered,
for a dillon a dollar, changing letters for them vice o' verse to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and doublecrossing twofold truths and devising tingling tailwords too whilest, cunctant that another would finish his sentence for him, he would smilabit eggways ned, he would, |5so prim,5| and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, retelling humself |5by theº math hour5| a reel of funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund thoughts and the third's the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes; and in point of feet when he landed in ourland's leinster of |5scamps and sinners saved and solomnones5| for the twicedhecame time off Lipton's strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a tan soute of sails he converted its natives, name saints, young ordnands and old unguished |5elders, P.T.º Publikums,º5| to put off the barcelonas from their |5'sinful peccaminous5'| corpicules (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and
kiss on their boots (Master!) as often as they came within bloodshot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu; and that same gallo-roman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of laud-have-miseries all over what was beforeabouts a land of nods, in spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawm, all the brile, that was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our people at the Wickerworks still hold
ford to their healing and byleave in the old weighs downupon the Swanny innovated by him, the prence di Propagandi, the chrism for the christmass and the rock o' ralereality, and it is veritably belied, we belove, that not all the soupcans that's in the queen's pottagepots and not all the green gold that the Indus contains would ever hinduce them (o.p.) to steeplechange back to their ancient flash and crash habits of old Pales time |5ere beam |v+killed slewedv+| cable or |v+Derseherr Derzherr, live wire,v+| fired |v+Bendjermine Benjerminev+| Funkling |v+outa the th'Empyrev+|, |asin's sina| righthand son,5| which |5(h.o.o.p.t.)5|, cummal, having listed curefully to his continental's curses, pummel, apostrophised Byrne's and Flaming's and Furniss's and Bill Hayses's and Ellishly Haught's, hoo, they let drop as a doombody drops without another word eitherways, as priesto as paddywhack, coal on: and, talking of missions made to scotch the schlang and leathercoats for murty magdies, of course this has blameall in that world to say to his private's jidgments when, so to put it, |5on conn5| the shaughraun; but to return for a mere moment from the reptile's age to the coxswain on the first landing (page Ainée Riviere!), if the pretty elisabess, Hotel des Ruines — she laid her batsleeve for him two trueveres tell, and beauty alone of all dares say where now in what niche of time is shee that was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle, and the peg-of-my-heart of all the tompull, or on whose limbs-to-lave her semicupiose eyes now kindling themselves are brightning, the Shee who then (4.32 m.p. to be precise, accordant to all three doctors' waterburies, that was MacAuliffe and poor MacBeth and poor old MacCamell, to the tickleticks, of the synchronisms, all lauschening, a time also confirmed seven sincuries later by the fourth medical johnny, poor old MacAdoo Aboo MacDollett, with notary, whose presence was required by the law) who, after the first compliments, gave him then that vantage of a |5Blinkensope's5| cuddlebath at her proper mitts — if she then, the then that matters — but, seigneur!, she could never have forefelt, as she yet will fearfeel, when the lovenext breaks out, such a coolcold douche as him|5, the tottererº,5| doubling back |5inº nowtime5|, O alors!, to mount miss |5(the wooeds of Foglootº!)5| under the chemise de fer and a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it wash?), with a cheek |5as white5| peaceful as, shall we say, a single professed claire's |5and his |awashawasha| tubatubtub and his diagonoser's lampblick to pure into |aunto their where wherº they wherea| hornest girls5|, to buy her in, mon foie, if you plait, nunc and tunc and for simper, and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth super Lusk, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice (for 'twas he was the born suborner, man), on behalf of an oldest ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima und Gemiti, later on|5', his craft ebbing,º called invoked5'| by the unirish title Grindings og Nash, the
One and Only, Unic bar None, lastly of Saint Yves by Landsend corner, man — ship me silver!, it must have been, faw!, a terrible mavrue mavrone |5'to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to5'|, such a finalley, |5'as |aanda| that's5'| flat as |5'his Tut's5'| fut, for whowhowho?, the poour girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so isoladed as Crampton's peartree |5|~iceule en tristresse,~|5| (she shall earn bitter bed by that sweet of her face!), and short wonder so manny of the tomthick and tarry members in all there
sobsequious ages upped to console with her |5'|ain ata| her mirrorable gracewindow'd hut 5'| till the ives of Manx, the O'Kneels and the O'Prayins and the O'Hyens of Lochlaunstown and the O'Hollerins of Staineybooter, hollyboys all, burryripe, who'll buy?, in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments and that's not the finis of it (would it were!) — but to think of him founding a nelliza the second also clipt buss |5'(the best was still there if the torso was gone),º5'| where |5he did |~in the hole of space he did~|5| and when |5|~in the niche of time~|5| he did, retriever to the last — escapes my forgetness |5now |~for the locusth instant now~|5| was it dustcovered on Waterlow |5raid |arhode |brout |~Rout raidº~|b|a|5| or street down — for merry a valsehood whisprit he to minny a lilying earling; and to try to analyse that ambo's pair of braceleans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all of that miching micher's bearded but insensible virility into her limited |5lapse5| (tufftuff, que tu es pitre!) lapse at the same |5slap slapse5| for towelling ends in their delightful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea |5|~no 1, bass, Esaup's Cottages,~|5| (O little oily head, sloper's brow and prickled ears!), as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition, were a wrigular writher neonovene babe! — well, diarmuee and
|5granyu granyou5|, if that is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is intaken seems circling towards out yondest heaven holp his hindmost and, mark me, |5if the |v+so greatly displeacedv+| diorems in |v+the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improving of roundshows,v+| Spice and Westend Womanº |v+|a(utterly exhausted before publication, indiapepper edition shortly)a|,v+| are |+for+| our indices,5| it agins to pear like it par my fay and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheese it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green to take warnung by the trispast, why?, bycows |5'Q man, in shirt, is how he is |aand piùºa| la gonna è mobileº and /5'| they wonot do ut; and an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this our |5illwinded5| goodfornobody you would see in his house of thoughtsam what a jetsam litterage of
convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict or sunk and of tongues laggin too, and not only that but, by searchlighting pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis would real to jazzfancy the novo takingplace of what stale words whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for; so; and equally so the crame of it is that whenas the swiftshut soareyes of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you that no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul in half a sylb onward the beast of boredom common sense lurking down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing to whisht to you sternly how) you must, haw, draw the line somewhawre.
|5Fig.1. (+bass, Bass.º+)5|
|5'Whats? Coss? Cossist?5'| Your parn! (And in truth he had albut lost himself, so had he gazed in the lazily eye of his lapis, Vieus Von DVbLIn) Given now
|5an inch ann linch5| you take |5an
enn5| all. |5|aAnd,, heaving alljawbreakical expressions
|v+out of old Sire Isaac's universal |aof speciousa|
aristmysticv+| unsaideº,a| A is for Anna like L is for
liv. Ahahahahº, Ante Ann,º you're apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn gives rise. Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh leaves alass! Aiaiaiai, Antiann, we're last to the lost!, Loulou! 'Tisº perfect.5| Now (lens
your dappled eye here|5, mine'sº presbyoperian5|), we see the copyink |5'strayed5'| line AL |5(in Fig.,º the forest)5| stops at Lambday. Modder ilond there too. Now |5then, take this in,5| with Olaf as centrum and Olaf's lambtail for his spokesman circumscribe a cyclone. Hoop! As round as the calf of an egg! O, dear me! O, dear me now! |5Fantastic!5| Early clever, surely doomed, to Swift's alas! like your Dadder |5'in the bouedevilleº song5'|, |5|+Raucking rauckingº+| his |ablank flavourite |+turco turvku+|a| in the |a|+varied smukking+|a| precincts of |+ladies. lydias. +| Doweth knoweth him|a, Abraham Bradley King |+(tingting! tingting!)+|a|?º Bene!º5| But it's not alover yet. The mystery repeats itself todate as our callback mothar Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a tanner, used to sing |5now and then5| consinuously over her possetpot |5hesterday hesterdie5| and |5istherday istherdie5| and forivor |5andº for a night and a dayº5|. |5|aVanissas Vanistatums!ºa| In effect.º5| I remumble, purr lil murrer of myhind, so she used indeed. Faithful departed. Rest in peace! What a wonderful memory you have too! Twonderful morrowy! |5Straorbinairr!º5| Bene! Now springing quickenly
from the mudland Loosh from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder turn a somersault. Watch! Hop lala! As umpty herum as your seat! O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very nace indeed! Bene! Now, there's tew tricklesome poinds where our twain of doubling bicirculars dunloop into eath the ocher. Lucihere! I fee where you
mea. Now, |5lemmas quatsch and5| I think as I'm squeezing the limon I'd likelong to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there and let you go and orrange your modest mock Pie out of Humbles up your end. |5With a geignº groan grunt and a croak click cluck. And my faceage kink and kurkle trying to make keek peep.5| Are you right there, Michael, are you right? Ay, I'm right here, Nickel, and I'll write. But it's the muddest thick that was ever heard dump. Now join alfa pea and pea loose by dotties and eelpie and paleale by trunkles. Like pat. I pea. Now, aqua in buccat, I'll make you to see figuratleavely the whom of your eternal
geomater. Arrah, go on! Fin for fun? Let's have at it! Pisk! We carefully, if she pleats, lift up by her hem (like thousands done before) the maidsapron of our A.L.P., fearfully!, till its nether nadir is |5vortically5| where its naval's napex will have to beandbe. |5You must come nearnear for at is dark. And fight your matchº. And this is whatº you'll say.5| Waaaaaa. Tch! Pla! And there, redneck, |5mygh a and thy,5| |5''midden middenwedgeº5''| of |5the itsº5| stream's your muddy old |5triagonal5| delta |5plane5| for you now, |5the no niggard spot of her safety vulve,5| |5the ourº5| first of all usquiluteral |5triangons threeingles5| and Allaph Quaran's |5his5| bett und bier.
|5This it is an her. You see her it. Which it whom youº seeº it is her herº.5| Quicks herit fossyending. |5Quef!5| O, dear me, look at that now! |5My Lourde! My Lourde! And a |+superbposition superpbositionº+|!5| |5''What Quoint5''| a quincidence! As Ollover Cromlech said when he slepped |5''over überº5''| his graunyamother. But you're |5all holy5| mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce |5asº if you was seeheeing |+a ghoats the gheist that stays forenenst+|5|, you blessed simpletop domefool! You must lap down the bluishing reflection below. |5''Her trunk's not her braindboxº. This! Luck!º5''| Well, well, well, well, well! O Dee, O Dee, that's very lovely! Very lively entirely! You know, you were alwise one of the bright ones, |5since a foot made you an unmentionable,º5| fakes. You know, you're the devil's own smart gossoon, |5aequal to yoursell and unequo to anyother,º5| so you are, hoax! You know, you'll be |5damned dampned5|, so you will, |5one of these invernal days,º5| but you will be, carrotty.
Whereapool, gayed that he would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's and a slypull at the slidepage would candydissing P. Kevin|5, toº fress up the rinnerung and to ate by
hart,º5| wont to |5nibble nibbleh5|
|5his ihs5| mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor |5|awith his muffetee
cuffsºa| ownconsciously5| grafficking |5with his
sinister5| cyclopes after trigamies pursuiting |5'theirselves their
selves5'| and godolphing in fairlove to see around the waste of noland's browne jesus (thur him no quartos!) till that on him so poorin sweat the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!) in his |5'napier5'|
scrag stud out bursthright tamquam
taughtropes. |5O He Must Suffer!5| From this misbelieving |5facemaker feacemaker5| to his noncredible fancyflame. Ask for Bosthoon, late for Mass, pray for the blaablaablack sheep. (Sure, you could rite any pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne as that moultylousy Erewhig yerself, mick!) Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would pine for her, how he would patpun fun for all with his frolicky frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how are you, waggy? My animal is sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non è vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was |5'soso. soso, harriot all!5'| He was |5'sadfellow. sadfellow,º steifel!5'| He was mistermysterion. Like a pyrate out of pensionce with a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law. Look at his twitchers! He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of shittim wood. Look at him! |5'Sink deep or touch not the Cartesian spring!5'| Want more ashes, griper? Now he was lying low on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle. And|5',º bezouts that,5'| now he was laying him long on his laughside lying sack to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars of his intestions!
quoths the reverend |5'bishop biskop Lynch Leech5'|.) Ann opes too soon ear. If you could me lendtill |5'my pascol's candle and5'| the price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs |5and very money thanksº5| to self for the clericals and again begs guerdon for bistrispissing on your bunificence. Well, wiggywiggywagtail, and how are you, yaggy? With a capital Tea for Thirst. Blott.
Now (brush your saton hat, |5me elementato joyclid,5| son of a Butt! She's mine be Skibbering's eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees Archway) watch him signing away in happynest complete. Intricatedly in years, jirryalimpaloop. And i Romain to fallthere at bare feet, hurryaswormarose. Hp u bn gd grl. Und alws my thts. To be continued. Anon.
And ook, ook, fanky! This is how San Holypolypools.
And this, pardonsky!, is the way Romeopullupaleaps. Pose the pen, man, way me does. Way Ole Missa Yellatruth fust show me how. |5'Fourth power to her illpogue!5'| Bould strokes for your life! |5'Tip!5'| This is Steal, this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is |5'Wiled Wiles5'|, this is Pshaw, this are |5Doublinbayates |aDibblinnbbayyates Dibbllinnbbayyatesºa|5|. |5'This is brave Danny |awriting weepinga| his |aspeech spachea| for the popers. This is |athe coola| Connollyº wiping his hearth with the brave Danny.5'| And this, regard!, is how Chawleses Skewered paraparnelligoes |5'between |athe bravea| Danny boy and the Connolly5'|. |5'Top.5'| |5|+Spoken has Allgobragh Arty Magory. Ergobragh!º+| Prouf!º5|
And Kev was wreathed with his pother.
But (that Jacoby feeling again for forebitten fruit! and Kevvy too just loves his puppadums!) after all his meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn, woodint wun able rep of the triperforator awlrite
|5blastº5| through his pergaman do for the
|5blessted5| selfchuruls smarter like it done for manny another unpious of the hairydary |5quite
quare5| quandary firstlings |5till at length he measured his earth?º5| could not but reckon
in his adder's way our frankson who, to be plain, was misocain. Wince
wan's won! Rip! And his countinghands rose.
|5''Love's Loves deathow simple!5''|