FINNEGANS WAKE

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Houyhnhnm Press (Mousehole: 2010) II.3§1

Edited by Danis Rose and John O'Hanlon (details)

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Itº may notº or maybe a no concern of the Guinnesses but.

That the fright of his light in |shtribalbalbutienceºsh| bidesº aback in the doom of the balk of the deaf but that the height of his life from a bride's eye stammpunct is when a man that means a mountain |shbarringsh| his distance wades a lymph that plays the lazy |shwinningsh| sheº likes yet that pride that bogs the party begs the glory of a wake while the scheme is like your rumba round me garden, allatheses, with perhelps the prop of a prompt to them, was now or never, inº Etheria Desertaº as in Grander Suburbia, with Finnfannfawners, ruric or cospolite, for much or moment indispute.

Whyfor had they, it is Hiberio-Miletians and Argloe-Noremen, donated him, birth of an otion that was breeder to sweatoslaves, as mysterbolder, forced in their waste, and as for Ibdullin what of Himana, that their tolvtubular high fidelity daildialler, as modern as tomorrow afternoon and in appearance up to the minuteº (hearing that anybody in that ruad duchy of Wollinstown schemed to halve the wrong type of date),º equipped with supershielded umbrella antennas for distancegettingº and connected by the magnetic links of a Bellini-Tosti coupling system with a vitaltone speaker, capable of capturing skybuddies, harbour craft emittences, key clickings, vaticum cleaners, due to woman formed mobile or man made static,º and bawling the whowle hamshack and wobble down in an eliminium soundspoundº so as to serve him up a melogoturnyº marygorauundº, eclectrically filtered for allirish earths and ohmes. This harmonic condenser enginium (the Mole) they caused to be worked from a magazine battery (called the Mimmim Bimbim,º patent number 1132, Thorpetersen and Synds, Jomsborgº, Selverbergen) which was tuned up by twintriodic singalvalvulousº pipelines (lackslipping along |shas if their liffing deepunded on itsh|) with a howdrocephalous enlargement, a gain control of circumcentric megacycles, ranging from the antidulibnium onto the serostaatarean. They finally caused,º orº most leastways brung it about somehows, (that)º the pip of the lin (to)º pinnatrate
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inthro an auricular forfickle (known as the Vakingfar Sleeper,º monofractured by Piaras Ua Rhuamhaighaudhlugº, tympan founder, Eustache Straight, Bauliaughacleeagh),º a meatous conch culpable of cunduncing Naul and Santry and the forty routs of Corthy with the concertiums of the Brythyc Symmonds Guild, the Ropemakers Reunion, the Variagated Peddlars Barringoy Bnibrthirhd, the Askold Olegsonder Crowds of the O'Keef-Rossesº and Rhosso-Keevers of Eastwokingº, the Ligue of Yahooth o.s.v.,º so as to lall the bygoneº dozed they arborised around, up his corpular fruent and down his reuctionary buckling, hummer, enville and cstorrap (the man of Iren, thore's Curlymane for you!), lill the lubberendth of his otological life.

House of call is all their evenbreads though its cartomanseº hallucinate like |shan erection in the nightsh| the mummery of whose deed, a lur of Nur, immerges a mirage in a merror, for it is where by muzzinmessed for one watthour, bilaws below, till time jings pleas, that host of a bottlefilled, the bulkily hulkwight, |shhunter's pink of face,sh| an orel orioled, is in on a bout to be unbulging an o'connell's, the true one, all seethic, a luckybock, pledge of the stoup, whilom |shhis canterberry bellseyessh| wink wickeding indtil the teller, oyneº of an oustman in skull of skand. |shYet is it, this ale of man, for him, our hubuljoynted, just a tug andº a fistful as for Culsen, the |shPatagoreyan,sh| chieftain of chokanchuckers and his moyetyº joyant, under the foamer dispensation when he pullupped the turfeycork by the greats of gobble out of Lougkº Neagk.sh| When, pressures be to our hoary frother, the pop gave his sullen |shbulletactionsh| and, bilge, sled a movement of catharic emulsipotion down the sloppery slide of a slaunty to tilted lift-ye-landsmen. Allamin. Which in the ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of a drink her drainer from the basses brothers, those two they-got-theresº.

It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was less after |shlives thor a toyler in the tawn at allsh| ohr it was note before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by |shjerkinsh| his dressing but and or it was not before |shathwartshipssh| he buttonhaled the Norweeger's capstan.

So he sought with the lobestir claw of his propencil the clue of the wickser in his ear. O, lord of the barrels, comer forth from Anow (I have not mislaid the key of Efas-Taem), O, Ana, bright lady, comer forth from Thenanow (I have not left temptation in the path of the sweeper of the threshold), O!

But first, |shstrongbowthsh|, |shthey would deal death to a drinkingsh|. |shLink of a leadder, dubble in it, slake your thirdst thoughts awake with it. Our svalves are svalves aroon!sh| |shWe rescue thee, O Baass, from the damp earth and honour thee,º O Connibell, with mouth burial!sh| |shSo was donesh|, |shneat and trigsh|. |shUp draught and whet them!sh|
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|shThenº sagd he to the ship's husband inº his translatentic norjankeltian:º Hwere can a ketch or hook alive a suit and sowterkins? Soot! sayd the ship's husband, knowing the language, Hereº is tayleren. Ashe and Whitehead, closechop, successor to. Ahorror, he sayd,º |shcanting aroundsh| |shto that beddest his friendsh|, the tayler, for finixed coulpure, chunk pulley muchy chink topside numpa one sellafella,º fake an capstan make and shoot! Manning to sayle of clothsº for his lady her master whose to be precised of a peer of trouders under the pattern of a cassack. Let me prove, I pray thee, but this once, sazd Mengarments, saving the mouthbrand from his firepool. He spit in his faist (beggin): he tape the raw baste (paddin): he planked his pledge (|shas dib is a dabsh|)º: and he tog his fringe sleeve (buthock,º ladº, fur whale). Alloy for allay and this toolth for that soolth. Lick it and like it. A barter, a parter. And plenty good enough, neighbour Norreys, every bit and grain. And the ship's husband brokecurst after him |shto hail the luggersh|. Stolp, tief, stolp, come bag to Moy Eireann! And the Norweeger's capstan swaradeed, some blowfish out of schooling.º All lykkehud! Below taiyor he ikan heavin sets. |shBut they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered bark to the lots of his vauce.sh| And aweigh he yankered |shon the Norgean runsh| so that |shseven sailend sonnenrounders was he breastbare to thesh| brinabath, |shwhere bottoms out has fatthoms full,sh| fram Franz José Land til |shCabo Thormendososh|, evenstarde and risingsoon. Up the Rivor Janueiryº and down the Golfe Desombresº. Farety days and fearty nights. Enjooyº yourself, O maremen! And the tides made, |shveer and haul,º and the times marred, rear and fallsh|,º and, holey bucket, dinned he raign!sh|

|shHump! Hump! bassed the broaders-in-laughsh| with a quick piddysnip that wee halfbit a second.

|shI will do that, sazdº Kersse, mainingstaying the rigout for |shher wife's lairdshipsh|. Nett sew? they hunched back at the earpicker.sh|

|shBut old sporty, as endth lord, in ryehouse reigner, he nought feared |shcrimpsh| or cramp of shoreº sharks, plotsome to getsome. |shIt was whol niet godthaab |shof errol Loritz off his Cape of Good Howthe and hissh| trippertrice,º loretta lady, a maomette to his monetone, |shwith twy twy twinky her stone hairpins,sh| |shonly not, if not,sh| a queen of Prancess their tellingsh| tabled who was for his seeming a casket through the heavenly, nay, |shtheº heart of the sweetsh| |sh(had he hows would he keep her as niece as a fiddle!)sh| but in the mealtub it was wohl yeas sputsbargain what, |shrarer of recentsh|, an occasional conformity, |shhe, with Muggleton Muckers,º alwagers allalong |shmost certainlysh| allowedsh|, as pilgrimager'sº grace to petitionists of right, of the three blend cupstoomerries with their customed spirits, the Gill gob, the Burkeleyº bump, the Wallisey wanderlook,
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having their ceilidhe gailydhe in his shaunty irishsh|. |shGroup drinkards maaks grope thinkardssh| or how reads rotary, jewr of a chrestend, respecting the otherdogs churchees. |shSoº long plubs will be plebssh| but plabs by low frequency amplification |shmay later agree to have anothersh|. For the people of the shed are the sure ads of all quorum. Lorimers and leathersellers, skinners and salters, pewterers and paperstainers, parishclerksº, fletcherbowyers, girdlers, mercers, cordwainers and first, and not last, the weavers. Our library he is hoping to ye public.

Innholder, upholder.

|shSets on sayfohrt! |shGo to itsh|, agitator! they bassabosunedsh| over the flowre of their hoose. Godeown moseys and skeep thy beeble bee!º

|shI will do that, |shacordialsh|, by mine hand, sazdº Kersse, piece Cod, |shand in the flap of a jacketsh|,º ructified after his nap of a blankit their o'cousin, as sober as the ship's husband he was one |shmy godfathersh| when he told me saw whileupon I am now well and jurily sagasfide after the boonamorse thatº |shthe widowersh|, according to rider, |shfollowing pnomoneyash|, he is consistently blown to Adamssh|. So help me boygº who keeps the book!º

|shWhereofterº behest |shhis suzerain law the Thingsh| and the pilsener had the baar, Recknar Jarl (they called him Roguenor, Irlº call him),º still passing the change-a-pennies, |shpengeypigsessh|, |sha severalsh| sort of |shcoyne in liverysh|, pushed their whisper in his hairingsh| (seemed someº shipshep's sottovoxed stalement, a dearagadye, to harveyº anyone doing duty for duff point of dockland composs),º |shthe same to the good,º ind ast velut discharge after which he had exemptied |shmore than orphansh| for the ballast of his nurtural lifesh|. And threw a cast. |shA few pigses |shand hare you aresh| |shand no chickingsh|, tribune's tribute, if you guess mimic mieningsh|. Meanly, inº his lewdbrogue,º take your tyouº coppels tokenº with this good sixtric from mine runbag of juwels. Nummusº that is summus that is toptip that is bottomlayº that is Twomeys that is Digges that is Heres. In the frameshape of hard mettles. For we all would fain make glories. It is minely well mint.

|shThus as count the costs of liquid courage, aº bullyon gauger, stowed stivers pengapung in bulk in holdsh| (fight,º great finnence! brayvoh, little bratton!) keen his kenning, |shthe queriest of the crew, with that fellow fearing for his own misshapes, should he be himpself namesakely a foully fallen dissentant from the |shperipulatorsh|, sued towerds Meade-Reid and Lynn-Duff, rubbing the hodden son ofsh| a pookal, leaden be light, lather beº dry and it be drownd on all the ealsth beside,º how the camel and where the deiffel or when the finicking or why the funicking orº |shwho caused the scaffolding to be first removed you give orders, babeling,º were their reidey meade answersh| when on the cutey (the corespondent) in conflict of evidence |shdrew a kick at witness
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but (missed)
sh| and for whom in the dyfflun's kiddy |shremoved the planks they were wantedsh|, boob.

|shBump!sh|º

|shBoth­all­chorac­torschummin­around­gan­sumumina­rumdrum­strumtrum­ina­humpta­dump­waulto­poofoo­looder­amaun­sturnup!sh|

— Didº do a dive, aped one.

— Propellopalombarouter, based two.

— Rutsch is for rutterman ramping his roe, seed three. Where the muddies scrimm ball. Bimbim bimbim. And the maidies scream all. Himhim himhim.

|sh|shAnd forthemoresh| |shlet legend go lore of it.sh| Thatº mortar scene so cwympty dwympty what a dustydust it razed arboriginallyº but, luck's leap to the lad at the top of the ladder, so sartor's risorted why the sinner the badder! Ho ho ho hoch! La la la lach! Hillary rillaryº gibbous grist to our milleryº! A pushpull, qq: quiescence, pp: with extravent intervulve coupling. The savest lauf in the world. Paradoxmutose caring, but here in a present booth of Ballaclay, Barthalamou, where their |shdutchunclersh| mynhosts and serves them dram well right for a |shboors' interiorsh| (homereek van hohmryk) that salve that selver is to screen its auntey and has ringround as worldwise eve her sins (pip, pip, pip) willpip futurepip featureº apip footloose pastcast with spareshins and flash subtittlesº of noirse-made-earsy from a nephew mind the narrator but give the devil his so long as those sohns of a blitzh call the tuone tuone and thonder alout |shmakes the thurdsh|.sh| Let there be. Due.

|shThat's all murtagh purtaghsh| but |shwhad ababs his dopter? sissed they who were onetime ungkerls themselves (when the youthel of his yorn shook the bouchal in his bed),º |shtwilled alongsidesh|,º in wiping the rice assatiated with their wetting. The lappel of his size? His ros in sola velnere and he sicckumed of homnis terrars. She wends to scoulas in her slalpers. There were no peanats in her famalgia so no wumble she tumbled for his famas roalls davors. Don't him forget! A butcheler artsed out of Cullege Trainity. Diddled he daddle a drop of the cradler on delight mebold laddy was stetched?sh| Knit wear? And they addled (ereº the cry of their tongues would be uptied dead),º |shShufflebothamsh|º asidled, plus his ducks fore his drills, an inlay of a liddle more lining maught be licensed all at ones, be these same |shtokenssh|, forgiving a |shbrass rapsh|, sneitherº a whole length nor a short shift so full asº all were concerned.

Burniface, shiply efter, shoply after, at an angle of lag, let flow, |shbrabble brabble and brabble,sh| and so hostily, heavyside breathing, came up with them and, check me joule, |shshatº the three tailors,sh| butting back to |shMoyle herring,sh| bump as |shbeam and buttendsh|, |shroller and reitersh|, after the diluv's own
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deluge, |shthe seasant sampedsh| as skibber |shbreezed insh|, tripping, dripping, threw the sheets in the wind, |shthe tights of his trunkssh| at tickle to tackle and his rubmelucky truss rehorsing the |shpouffed skirtssh| of his |shoverhaulsh|º. He'd left his stickup in his hand to show them none ill feeling,º Whatthough for all appentices it had a mushroom on it. While he faced them front to back, Then paraseuls round, quite taken atack, Sclaimingº, Howe Coolsº Eavybrolly!

|shGood marrams, sagd he, freshwatties and boasterdes all, as he put into bierhiven, nogeysokey first, cabootle segund, jilling to windwards,sh| as he made straks for that oerasound the snarsty weg for Publin, so was his horenpipe lug in the lee off their mouths organs, with his tilt too taut for his tammy all a slaunter and his wigger on a waggerº with its tag tucked. Up. With a good eastering and a good westering. And he |shasked from him how the hitch did do this my fand Sulkersºsh| that mone met the kidballacksº which he suttonly remembered alsoº where the hatch was he endnew strandweys he's that fond Sutchensonº, a penincular fraimd of mind, fordeed he was langseling to talka holt of hemsº. Clownº toff, tye hug fliorten. Cablen: Clifftop. Shelvling tobay oppelong tomeadow. Ware cobbles. Posh.

|shSkibbereenº has common inn,sh| by pounautique, with pokeway paw andº sadder ravenº evermore, telled |shshinshankssh| lauwering frankish for his kicker who, through the medium of gallic:º

— Pukkelsen, tilltold.

|shThatº with some our prowed invisors how their ulstravoliance led themº infroraids, striking down and landing alow againstº our aerian insulation resistance, two boards that beached ast one, widness thane and tysk and hanrysh|. |shPrepatrickularlysh| all, they summed. Kish met. |shBound to.sh| And for landlord, noting, nodding, a coast to moor was cause to mear. Besides |shproof plenty, over proofsh|. While they |sheither took a heftsh|. Or the other swore his eric. Heaved two, spluiced the menbrace. Heirs at you, Brewinbaroon! |shWeth a whistle for methanks.sh|

|shGood marrams and good mirrymillsº, sayd good mothers gossip, bobbing his bowing both ways with the bentssh| and skerries, when they were all in the old walled of Kinkincaraborg (and that they did overlive the hot air of Montybunkum upon the coal blasts of Mitropolitos let there meeds be the hourihorn), hiberniating |shafter seven oak ages,sh| fearsome where they wereº he had gone dump in the doomering this tide where the peixies would pickle him down to the button of his seat and his sess old soss Erinly into the boelgein with the help of Divy and Jorum's locquorº |shand shut the door after himsh| to make a rarely fine Ran's cattle of fish. Morya Mortimor! Allapalloverus!º Howoft had the ballshee tried!º And they laying low for his homegangº in that eeriebleak mead, with fireball feast and turkeys tumult
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and paupers patch to provide his bum end. The foe things your niggerhead needs to be fitten for the Big Water. He made the sign of the hammer.º |shCod'sº drought, he sayd, after a few daze, thinking of all those bliakings,º how leif pauses! Here you are back on your hawkins fromº Blasil the Brast to our povotogesus portocall, the furt on the turn of the hurdies, slave to trade,º vassal of spices and a dragon-the-market, and be turbotº, lurch a stripe, as were you soused methought out of the mackerelsh|. Eldsfells! saydº he. A kumpavin on iceslant! Here's open handlegs for one old faulker from the hame folk here in You'sº booth! |shSo sell me gundy,sh| sagd the now waging capponº with a warry posthumour's expletion,º shoots ogos shootsle him or where's that slob? A bit |shbite of keesens, he sagd, til Dennis, for this jantar (and let the dobblins roast perus!º) or a stingersh|, he sagd, t. d., on a doroughbread kennedysº for Patriki San sakiº on svo fro or my old relogion's out of tiempor and when I'm soured to the tipple you can sink me lead, he sagd, and, if I get can, sagd he, a pusspull of tamtartarumº. Thirst because homing hand give. Allkey dalkeyº, sayd the shop's housebound, for he was as |shdeep as the north starsh| (and could tolk sealer's solder into tankar's tolder),º |shas might have saydsh|,º every man to his beast andº a treat for the trading scow, |shmy cater million falls to yoush| and crop feed a stall, if thoult pay mine's the winnowing sheet!º Afram!º

Andº he got and gave the ekspedient for Hombreyhambrey wilcomer |shwhat's the good wordsh|. He made the sign on the feaster. Cloth be laid! And a disk of osturs for the swanker! Allahballah! He was the carelessest man I ever see but he sure had the most sand. One fishball with fixings!º For a dan of a ven of a fin of a son of a gun of a gombolier. Ekspedient, sayd he, sonnur mine, Shackleton Sulten! Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul us all, sayd he, like one familiar to the house, while |shWaldemarsh| |shwas heeling it and |shMaldemerºsh| was toeingsh| it, |shsoe sygsh| he was |shwalking from the bowl at his foodsh| and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn.

Tillº they plied him behaste on the fare. Saywehrn!º

— Nohow did he kersse or hoot alike the suit and solderskins?º minded first breachesmaker |shwith considerable way onsh| and

— Humpsea dumpsea, the munchantman, secondsnipped cutter the curter.

— A ninth for a ninth. |shTake my worth from it.sh| And no mistaenk, they thricetold the taler, andº they knew |shthe whyed for too. The because of his sosuch.sh| Uglymand fit himshemp but throats fill us all! And three's here's for repeat of the unium!

|shPlaceº the scaurs wore on yoursh| |shgroot big bailey billsh|, he apullajibed, the O'Colonel Power, latterly distented from the O'Conner Danº, so promonitory
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himself that he was obliffious of the headth of hosth that rosed before him fromº Sheeroskouro, under its zembliance of mardal mansk, like a dun darting dullemitter, with his moultain haares stuck in plostures upon itº (do you kend yon peak with its coast so green?),º still trystfully acape for her his gragh knew well |shin precious memorysh| |shand that proud grace to hersh|, |shin gait a movely water, of smile a coolsome cupsh|, with that rarefied air of a Montmalency and her quick little breaths and her climbing colour. Take thee live will save thee wive? I'll think uplon, lilady. Should anerous enthroproise call homovirtue, duinnafear! The ghem's to the ghoom be she nere zo zma. Obsit nemon! |shFloodlift, her ancient of rights regaining, so yester yidd, even remembrance.sh| And greater grown thanº in the trifle of her days, a mouse, a mere tittle, trots off with the whole panoromacron picture. Her youngfree yoke stilling his wandercursus, jilt the spin of a curl and jolt the broadth of a buoy. The Annexandreian captive conquest. Ethna Prettyplume, Hooghly Spaight. |shHim her first lap, her his fast pal,sh| for ditcher for plower, till deltas twoport. While this glowworld's lump is gloaming off and han in hende will grow. Through simpling years where the lowcasts have aten of amilikan honey and datish fruits and a bannock of barley on Tham the Thatcher's palm. O wanderness be wondernest and now! Listeneath to me, veils of Mina! He would withsay, nepertheloss, that is too me meanº. I oldways did me walsh and preechup ere we set to sope and fash. Now eats the vintner over these contents oft with his sad slow munch for backonham. Yet never shet isº the brood of aurowoch, not for legions of donours of Gamuels. I have performed the law in truth for the lord of the law, Taifº Alif. I have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in Annapolis, my youthrib city. Be ye then my protectors unto Mussabotomia before the guards of the city. Theirs theres is a gentlemeants agreement.º Womensch plodge. To slope through heather till the foot. Join Andersoon and Co. |shIf the flowers of speech valed the springs ofº me rising the hiker I hilltapped the murk I mist my blezzard way.sh| Not a knocker on his head nor a nicknumber on the manyoumeant. With that coldtbrundt natteldster wefting stinks from Alpyssinia, wooving nihilnulls from Memoland and wolving the ulvertones of the voice. But his spectrem only mergeantº crested from the irised sea in plight, calvitousness, loss, nngnr, gliddinyssº, unwill and snorth. |shIt might have been what you call your change of my lifesh| but here'sº the chance of a night for my lifting.º Hillyhollow, valleylow! With the sounds and the scents in the morning.

|shI shot be shoddied,sh| throttle me, fine me cowheel for ever, usquebauched the ersewild aleconner, for bringing briars to Benbrackenº and ringing rinbus round Demetrius for, as you wrinkle wryghtly, bully bluedomer, it's a |shsuirsite's stircus haunting hesteries round old volcanoes.sh| We gin too
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gnir and thus plinary indulgence makes collemullasº of us all. But |shtimeº is for talerman tasting his tap. Tiptoptap, Mister Maut.sh|

He made one summery (cholkº and murble in lonestime) of his the three swallows like he was muzzling Moselems and |shtorched upsh| as the faery pangeant fluwed down the hisophenguts, aº slake for the quicklining, to the tickle of his tube and the twobble of his fable, O, fibbing |shonce upon a spray what a queer and queasy spree it wassh|. Plumped.

Which both did. Prompt. Eh, chrystal holder? Saveº Ampsterdampster that had rheumaniscencesº in his netherlumbs.

— By |shthe drope in his groinsh|, Ali Slupa, |shthinksº the cappon, plumbing his liners, we were heretoforesh|.

— And be the coop of his gobbos, Reacher the Thaurd, thinks your girth fatter, apopo of his buckseaseilers, but where's Horace's courtin troopsers?

— I put hem behind the oasthouse, sagd Pukkelsen, tuning wound on the teller, appeased to the cue, that double dyode dealered,º and he's wallowing awash swill of the Tarra water. And it marinned down his gargantast trompsathleticº like the marousers of the gulpstroom. The kersse of Wolafs on him, shitateyar, he sagd in the fornicular, and, at weare or not at weare, I'm sigen no stretcher, for I carsed his muherssonº goat in trotthers with them newbucklenoosers behigh in the fire behame in the oasthouse. Hops! sagd he.

— Smoke and coke choke! lauffed till |shthe tear trickled drown a thighsh| the loafers all but a sheep's whosepants that swished to the lord he hadn't and the starer his story was talled to who felt that, the fierifornax being thurst on him motophosically, as Omar sometime notes, such a satuation, debauchly to be watched for, would empty dempty him down to the ground.

— And hopy dope! sagd he, anded the enderer, now dyply |shhypnotisedsh| or hopeseys doper himself. And kersse him, sagd he, after inunder tarrapoulling, and the shines he cuts, shinar, the screeder, the stitchimesnider, adepted to nosestorsioms in his budinholder, cummanisht, sagd he (fouyoufoukou!),º which goes in the ways smooking publics, sagd he, bomboosting to be in thelitest civille row faction for a dubblebrasterd, navvygaiteredº (flick off that hvide aske, big head!),º sagd he, the big bag of my hamd till hem, tollerloon, sagd he, with his pudny bun brofkost when he walts meet the bangd. I will put his fleas of wood in the flour, and he sagd, behunt on the oatshus, the not wellmade one, sagd he, the kersse of my armsore appal |shthis most ummentionablestº of mensh| ( mundering eeriesk, if he didn't |shscalded him all the shimps names in his gitter!sh|) a coathemmed gusset sewer, sagd he, his first cudgin is an innvalet in the unitred stables,º which is not feed
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tonights a kirtle offal fisk,º and he is that woe worstered wastended shootmaker whatever poked a noodle in a clouth!

So for the second tryon all the meeting of the acarras had it. How he hised his bungle oar his shourter and cut the pinter off his pourer and lay off for Fjellagulphiaº in the farning. From his dhruimadhreamdhrue back to Brighten-pon-the-Baltic, from our lund's rund turs bag til threathy hoeres a wuke. Ugh!

— Stuff, Taaffe, stuff! interjoked it his wife's hopesend to the boath of them consistently. Come back to May Aileen.

— Ild luck to it! blastfumed the nowraging scamptail, in flating furies outs trews his cammelskins, the flashlight of his ire wackering from the eyewinker on his masttop. And aye far he fared from Afferik Arena and yea near he night till Blawlandº Bearring, baken be the brazen sun, buttered be the snows. And the sea shoaled and the saw squalled. And, soaking scupper, didn't he drain!º

A pause.

|shInfernal machinerysh| (seareelº number: Bullysacre, dig care a dig) having thus passed the buck to billy back from jack (finder the keeper) as the baffling yarn sailed in circles it was now high tide for the reminding pair of snipers to be |shsuitably punishedsh| like the pervious oelkenner done till they hadº liquorally no more powers to their elbow. Ignorinsers' bliss, therefore, their not to say |shrifle butt targetsh|, none too wisefolly, poor fish (he is eating, he is spun, is milked, he dives),º upholding a lampthorne of lawstift as wand of welcome to all men in bonafay (andº the corollasº he so has saved gainsts the virus he has thus injected!),º discoastedself to that kipsie point of its Dublin bar where, breakingº and entering, from the outback's dead heart, Glasthule Bourne or Boehernapark Nolagh, by wattsismade or bianconi, astraylians in island, a wellknown tall hat |shblown insh| |shbetween housessh| by a nightcap of that silk or it might be a black velvet and a kiber galler dragging his hunkerº were signalling gael warnings towards Wazwollenzee Haven to give them their beerings, east circular routeº or elegant central highway. Open, 'tis luck will have it! Lifeboatº Alloe, Noeman's Woe, Hircups |shEmptybollysh|!º |shWith winkles,º whelks and cocklesent jelks. Let be buttercup eve lit by night in the Phoenix!sh| Music. Andº old lotts have funn at Flammagen's ball. Till Irinwakes from Slumber Deep. |shHow they succeeded |shby courting daylight in saving darknesssh| he who loves will see.sh|

Busimess.º His bestness. Copeman helpen.

Contrescene.

He cupped his years to catch me's to you in what's yours soº as minest to hissent, giel as gail, geil as gaul, Odorozone, now ourmenial servent,
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blanding rum, milk and toddy with I hand it to you. Saying whiches, see his bow on the hapence, with a pattedyr but digit here, he scooped theirº hens, hounds and horses,º biddy by bunny, with an arc of his covethand, saved from the drohnings they might oncounter, intillº his cubid longº to hide in dry. Aside. Your sows tin the topple, dodgers, trink me dregs! Zoot!

And with the gushº of a spring alice the fossickers and swagglersº with him on the hoof from down under spikedº forth desert roses in that mulligar scrub.

Reenter Ashe Junior. Peiwei toptip, nankeen pontdelounges.º Gives fair day.º Cheroot. Cheevio!

Off.

Takeº off thatch whitehat (lo, Kersse come in back bespoking of loungeon off the Boildawlº stumplecheatsº for rushirishis Irush-Irish, dangielingº his old Conan over his top gallant shouldier so was, lao yiu shao, he'dº like more look a novicer on the nevay).º

— Tick off that whiltehotº, you scum of a botchº (of Kersse who, as he turned out, alas, hwen ching hwan chang, had been mocking his hollaballoon a sample of the costume of the country).º

— Tape oaf that saw foull and sew wrong, welsher, you suck of a thick, stock and the udder, and confiteor yourselfº (for bekersse he had cuttered up and misfutthered in the most multiplest manner for that poor old bridge's masthard slouch a shook of cloakses the wise, hou he pouly hung hoang tseu, his own fitther couldn't nose him).º

Chorus: With his coate so graye. And his pounds that he pawned from the burning.

— And, haikon or hurlin, who did you do at doyle today, my horsey dorksey gentryman?º

Sergeº Mee, suit! sazd he, tersey kersey.

Andº when Tersse had sazd this Kersse stood them the whole koursse of training how the whole blazy razeº ocurraghedº, from lambkinsback to sliving board and from sparkº to phoenish. And he tassed him tartly and he sassed him smartly, tig for tager, strop for stripe, as long as there's a lyasher on a kyat. And they peeredº him beheld on the pyre.

And it was so. Behold.

Same capman no nothing horces two feller he feller go where. Isn't that effect?º gig for gag, asked there three newcommers till knockingshop at the ones upon a topers who, while in admittance to that impedance, as three as they were there, they had been malttreating themselves to their health's contempt.

— That's fag for fig, metinkus, confessed, mhos for mhos, those who, would it not be for that dielectrick, were upon the point of obsoletionº and
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at the brink of, fromº the pillary of the Nilsens and from the statutes of the Kongbullies and from the millestones ofº Ovlergroamlius libitate nos, Domnial!

— And so culp me goose, he sazd, szed the ham muncipated of the first course, recoursing, all cholers and coughs with his |shbeauwsh| on the bummell, the bugganeering wanderducken, he sazdº (that his pumps may shipº awhoyle shandymound of the dussard),º the coarsehair highsaydighsayman, there's nice tugs he looks (how you was, Ship Alouset?),º he sazd, the bloedaxe bloodooth baltxebec, that is crupping into our raw lenguage navel through the lumbsmall ofº his hawsehole, he sazd, donconfounder him, voyaging after maidens, belly jonah hunting the polly joans, and the kurssº of all portnoysers befaddle him, he sazd, till I split in his flags, he sazd, one to one, the landslewder, after Donnerbruch fire. Reefer was a wenchman. One can smell off his wetsments how he is coming from a beach of promisck. Where is that old muttiny, shall I ask? Free kicks he will have from me, turncoats, in Bar Bartley if I wars a fewd years ago. Meistr Capteen Gaascooker, a salestrimmer! As he was soampling me ledder, like pulp,º and as I was trailing his fumbelums, like hulp, he'll fell the fall of me faus, he sazd, like yulp!º The goragorridgorballyed pushkalsson, he sazd,º with his bellows pockets fulled of potchtatos and his fox in a stomach, a disagrees to his ramskew coddlelecherskithers' zirkuvs, drop down dead and deaf, and there is never a teilwrmans in the feof fife folksº of Iselandº or in the wholeabelongd of Skunkinabory from Drumadunderry till the rumnants of Mecckrass, could milk a colt in thrushes foran furrow follower width that holeº in his tale and that hell of a hull of a hill of a camelump bakk. Fadgestfudgist!

Upon this dry call of selenium cell (that horn of lunghalloon, Riland's in peril!) with its doomed crack of the old damn ukonnen power insound itº the lord of the saloom, as if for a flash salamagunnded himself, listed his tummelumpskº pack and hearinat presently returned him, ambilaterally alleyeoneyesed, from their uppletoned layir to his beforetime guestsº, that bunch of palers on their round, timemarching and petrolling how, who if they were abound to loose a laugh (Toni Lampi, you booraascal!) they were abooned to let it as the leashed they might do when they felt (O, the wolf he's on the walk, sees his sham cram bokk!) their joke was coming homeº to them, the steerage way for stabling, ghustorily spoeking, gen and gangº, dane and dare, like the dud spuk of his first foetotype (Trolldedroll, how vary and likely!), the fillibustered, the fullybellied, withº the old sit in his shoulders andº the new satin atlas onder his uxter, erning his breadth to the swelt of his proud andº |shpicking up the amberoseº of the lizod lightssh|, his tail toiled of spume and spawn, and the bulk of him and the hulk of him, asº
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whenever it was he reddled a ruad to riddle a rede from the sphinxish paircº while Edeº wasº a guardinº, ere love a side issue. They hailed him cheeringly, their encient, the murrainer, and wallruse, the merman, ye seal that lubs you lassers, Thallasee or Tullafilmagh, when come of uniform age.

— Heave,º coves, emptybloodyº!

And ere he could catch or hook or line to suit their sausyskinsº, the lumpenpack. Underbund was overraskelled. As

— Sot! sod the tailors opsits from their gabbalots. Changeº all that whole set. Shut down and shet up. Our set, our set'sº allohn.

And they poured em behoildº on the fire. Scaald!

Rowdiose wodhalooing. Theirs is one lessonless missage for good and truesirs. Will any persen bereavedº to be passent bringback or rumpart to the Hoved politymesterº. Clontarfº, one love, one fear. Ellers, forº the greeter glossary of code,º callen hom: Finucane-Lee, Finucane-Law.

Am. Dg.

Welter focussed.

Wind from the nordth. Warmer towards muffinbell. Lull.º

As our revelant Columnfillerº predigtedº in last mount's chattiryº sermon, theº allexpected depression over Schiumdinebbia, a bygger muster of veiryingº precipitation,º haralded byº faugh sicknellsº (hear kokkenhovens ekstras!) and umwalloped in an unusuable suite of cloudsº, havingº filthered troughº the middelhav of the same gorgers' kennel on its wage wealthwards and incursioned a sotten retch of low pleasure, missed in some portsº but with lucal drizzles, the outlook for tomarry (Streamstress Mandig) beamed briderº, his ability good.

What hopends to they?

Giant crash in Aden. Birdflights confirm abbroaching nubtials. Burial of Lifetenant-Groevener Hatchett, R.I.D. Devine's Previdence.

Ls. De.

Art thou gainous sense uncompetite! Limited. Annaº Lynchya Pourable! One and eleven. United We Stand, even many offered. Don'tº forget. I wish auspicable thievesdayte for the stork dyrby. It will be a thousanne'sº a won paddies. And soon to bet. On drums of bliss. With hapsalap troth, hipsalewd prudity, hopesalot honnessy, hoopsaloop luck. After when from midnights unwards the fourposter harp quartette.º (Kiskiviikko, Kalastus. Torstaj, tanssia. Perjantaj, peleja. Lavantaj ja Sunnuntaj, christianismus kirjallisuus, kirjallisuus christianismus.) Whilesd this pellover his finnisch.

— Comither, ahoraceº, thou mighty man of valour, elderman adaptive of Capel Ysnod, and tsay-fong tsei-foun a laun bricksnumberº till I've fined you a faulter-in-law,º to become your son-to-be, gentlemens tealer, generalman
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seelord, gosse and bosse, hunguest and horasa, |shjonjemsums bothsh| in sailsmanship,º szed the head marines talebearer, then sayd the ship'sº gospfather in the scat story to the husband's capture,º and either you does or he musts and this moment same, saydº he, so let laid pacts be being betving ye, he sayd, by my main makeshift, he sayd, one fisk and one flesk, as flat as, Aestmand Aedmundsonº you, you're iron slides and so hompety domp as Paddley MacNamaraº here he's a hardy canooter, for the two breasts of Banba are her soilers and her toilers, if thou wilt serve Idyall as thou hast sayld. Brothers Boathes, brothers Coathes, ye have swallen blooders' oathes. And Gophar sayd unto Glideon and sayd he to the nowweddingº captain,º the rude hunnerableº Humphrey, who was praying god of clothildies by the seven bosses of his trunktarge he would save bucklesome when she wooed belove on him, comeether, sayd he, my merrytime marelupe, you wutan whaal, sayd he, into the shipfolds of our quadrupedº island, |shbless madhugh, mardyk, luusk and cong!ºsh| |shBlass Neddos braysh|! And no more of your maimed acts after this with your kowtowsº and criados to every tome, thick and heavy, and our onliness of his revelance to your ultitudeº The Illfollowableº staying in wateº for you with the winning word put into his mouth or be the hooley tabell, |shas Horrocks Toler hath most cares to call it,sh| I'll rehearse your comeundermends and first mardhyr you entirely. As puck as that Paddeus picked the pun and leftº the lollies off the foiled. A Trinity judgeº will crux your boom. Pat is the man for thy. Ay ay!

|shAndº he pured him beheild of the ouishguss, mingling a sign of the cruisk.sh|

º I popetithes thee, Ocean, sayd he, Oscarvaughther, sayd he, Erievikkingr, sayd he, intra trifum triforium trifoliorum, sayd he, onconditionally, forfor furst of theº gielgaulgullsº and hero chief explunderer of the clansakilticº, sayd he, the steamerer'sº mastress to the sea aasseº cuddycoalman's,º and let this douche for you as a wholly apuzzler's and for all the pukkeleensº to the wakes of you, sayd he, outº of the hellsinky of the howtheners and be danned to ye, sayd he, into our roomyo connellic relation, sayd he, from which our this pledge is given, Tera truly ternatrine if not son towards thousandº like expect chrisanathemsº to which I osker your godhsbattaring, saelir, for as you gott kvold whereafter a gooden diggin and with gooder enscueº from osion backfaredº agen fairioes feuded hailsohame til Edar in that the loyd mave hercy on your sael! Anomyn anº awer. Spickinusand.

Nansenseº, you snorsted? Heº was haltid considerable agenst all religionsº overtrowº so hworefore the thokkurs pokker the bigbug miklamanded storstore exploder would he be whulesalesolde daadaapedº by Priest Gudfadrenº of the sacredhaunt suit in Diaeblen-Balkley at Domnkirk Saint Petricksburg? But,º ear this!º
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— And here,º aaherra, my rere admirable peadar poulsen, sayd he, consistently,º to the secondnamed sutor, my latelyº lamented sponsorship, comesend round that wine and lift your horn, sayd he, to show you're a skolar for, winter you likerº or not, we brought your summer with us and, tomkin about your lief eurekason and his undishcovery of americle, be the rolling forties, he sayd, and on my sopper crappidamn, as Harris himself says, to let you in on some crismion dottrin, here is the ninethest pork of a man whisk swimmies in Dybblin water from Ballscodden easthmost till Thyrston's Lickslip and, sayd he (whilesº the heart of Lukky Swayn laughedº in his icebox for to think of all the soorts of smukklers he would behave in juteyfrieze being foreloopedº to her),º praties peel two hourº goodsend Brandonius, filius of a Cara, spouse to Fynlogue, he has the nicesth pert of a nittlewoman in the house, la chito, la chato, la Charmadouiro, Tina-bat-Talur, cif for your fob and a tesouraº astore for you, eslucilampº aswhen the surge seas sombren, that he daughts upon of anny livving plusquebelle, to child and foster, that's the lippeyear's wonder of Tottygoº Newschool, two titty too at win winnie won, tramity trimming and funnity fare, with a grit as hard as the trent of the thimes but a touch as saft as the dee in flooing,º andº never a Hyderow Jenny the like of her lightness at look-and-you-leapº, rheadoromanscing long evnans invairnº about little Anny Roners and all the Lavinias of ester yours and pleding for them to herself in the periglus glatsch hangs over her trickle bed, it's a piz of fortune if it never falls from the stuffel, and, when that mallaura's overº till next time,º and all the prim rossies are out dressparadingº and the tubas tuot tuotº for the glowryº of their god, making every Dinny dingle after her down the Dargul dale and (wait awhile, blusterbuss, you're marchadant too forte and don't start furlan your ladins till you'veº learned the lie of her landuage!), when it's summwer calding and she can hear the pianutunar beyant the bayondes in Combria sleepytalkingº to the Wiltsh muntons, titting out through her droemer window for the flyend of a touchman over the wishtas of English Strand, when Kilbarrack bell pings saksalaisance that Concessas with Sinbads may (pong!), where our dollimonde sees the phantom shapeº of Mr Fortunatus Wright since winksome Miss Bulkeley made loe to her wrecker and he took her to be a rover, O, and playing house of ivary dower of gould andº gift you soil me peepat my prize, which its a blue loogoont for her in a bleakeyed seusan if she can't work her mireiclles and give Norgeyborgey good airish timers, while her fresh racyº turf is kindlyº kindling up the lovver with the flu, with a roaryboaryellas would set an Eriweddyng on fire, let aloon an old Humpopolamos with the boomarpoorter on his brain, aidanº bay seyeº and dye, aasbukividdy, twentynine to her dozen and coocoo
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him dildulcey dovelyº to his old cawcaws'º huggin and munin for his strict privatear which there's no pure rube like an ool pool roober when your pullar beer turns out Bruin O'Luinn andº beat his barge into a battering pram with her wattlingº way for cubblin and, be me fairy fay, sayd he, the marriage mixter, to Kersse, sonº of Joe Ashe, her coaxfonder, wiry eyes and winky hair, timkin abeat your Andraws Meltons and his lovsang of the short and shifty, I will turn my thinks to things alove and I will speak but threes ones, sayd he, my truest patrious goodfounterº, poles a port and zones asunder, tie up in hates and repeat at luxure, you can better your tooblue prodestind arson, tyler bach, after roundsabouts and donochs and the volumed smoke, though the clonk in his stumble strikes warn, and were he laid out on that counter there like a Slavocrates amongst his skippies, when it comes to the ride onerable, sayd he, that's to make plain Nanny Ni Sheeres a full Dinamarqueza, and all needed for the lay, from the huseyº on the montey with the room in herberge down to forkpiece and bucklecatch (Elding, my elding! and Lif, my lif!),º in the pravacy of the pirmanocturne, hap, sayd he, at that meet hour of night, and hop, sayd he, and the fyrsty annarº everso thried (whilesº the breath of Huppy Hullespond swumped in his seachest for to renumberº all the mallymedears' long roll and call of sweetheart emmas that every had a port in from Coxenhagen till the brottels on the Nile), while taylight is yet slipping under their pillowº (ill omens on Kitty Cole if she's spilling Paddy'sº measure!) and before Sing Mattins in the Fields,º ringsengd ringsengd, bings Heri the Concorant Erho and the Referinn Fuchs Gutmann gives us I'llº Bell the Welldº or The Steeplepoy's Revanger and all Thingavalley knows,º for it'sº never dawnº in the dark but the deed comes to life, and raptist bride is aptestº breed (tha lassy! tha lassy!), and, to buoy the hoop within us springing, 'tis no timbertar she'll have then in her armsbrace to doll the dallydandle, our fiery quean, upon the night of the things of the night of the making to stand up the double tet of the oversear of the seize who cometh from the mighty deep and on the night of making Horuse to crihumph over his enemy, be the holpº of me cope as so pluse the riches of the roedshields, with Elizabeliza blessing the bedpainº at the willbedone of Yinko Jinko Randy, come Bastabasco and hippychip eggs, she will make a suomease pair and singlette, jodhpur smalls and tailerlessº, a copener's cribful,º leaf, bud and berry, the divlin's own little mimmykin pussº (hip, hip, horatia!),º for my old comrhade Saltymarº here, Briganteen-General Sir A. I.º Magnus, theº flappernooser, master of the good lifebark Ulivengrene of Onslought andº the homespund of her hearthº (Fuss his farther was the norse norse east and Muss his mother was a gluepot) and, gravydock or groovy anker, aº hulldread
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pursunk manowhood, who (with a chenchen for his delighttimeº and a bonzeye nappin through his doze) he is the bettest bluffy blondblubberº of an olewidgeon what overspat a skettle in a skib.

Cawcaught. Coocaged.

And Dub did glow that night. In Fingal of victories. Cannmatha and Cathlin sang together. And the three shouters of glory-yellingº halfviewed their harps. Surly Tuhal smiled upon drear Darthoola: and Roscranna's bolgaboyo begirlified the daughter of Cormac. The soul of everyelsesbodyº rolled into its olesoleself. A doublemonth's licence, lease on mirth, while hooneymoon andº her flame went huneysuckling. Holyryssia, what boom of bells! What battle of bragues on Sandgate where Metº the bobby mobbed his bibby mabbing through the ryce!º Even Tombs left doss and dunnage down in Demidoff's tomb and drew on the dournailed clogs that Morty Manning left him and legged in by Ghoststown Gate, like Pompei up to date,º with a sprig of Whiteboys heather on his late Luke Elcock's heirloom. And some say they seen old dummydeaf with a leaf of bronze on his cloak so grey,º trooping his colour a pace to the reire. And as owfally posh with his halfcrown jool as if he was the Granjook Meckl or Paster de Grace on the Route de l'Epée. It was joobileejeu that All Sorts' Jour. Freestouters and publicranks, hafts on glaives. You could hear them swearing threaties on the Cymylayaº Mountains, man. And giving it out to the Ould Fathachº and louthmouthing after the Healy Mealy with an enfysis to bring down the rain of Tarar. Nevertoletta! Evertomind! The grandest bethehailey seen or heard on earth's conspectrum since Scapeº the Goat, that gafr, ate the Suenders bible. Hadn't we heaven's lamps to hide us? Yet every lane had its lively spark and every spark had hisº several spurtles and each spitfire spurtle had some trick of her trade, a tease for Ned, nook's nestle for Fred and a peep at me mow for Peer Pol. So that Father Matt Hughes looked taytotally threbled. But Danno the Dane grimmed. Dune. 'Twere yeg will elsecare doatty lanv meet they dewscent hyemn to cannons' roar and rifles'º peal vill shantey soloweys sang!º For there were no more ofº Tyrrhanees forº Laxembraghs was passthecupper to Our Lader's. And it was dim upon the floods only and there was day on all the ground.

Thus street spins legends while wharves woves tales but some family fewdsº felt a nick in their name. Old Vickers sate down on their airs and straightened the points of their lace. Red Rowleys popped out of their lairs and asked what was wrong with the race. Mick na Murrough used dripping in layers to shave all the furze off his face. The Burke-Lees and Coyle-Finns paid full feines for their sinns when the Cap and Miss Coolie were roped.

Rolloraped.
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With her banbax hoist from holder,º zig for zag through pool and polder, cheap, cheap, cheap and Laughing Jack, all augurs scorenning, see the Bolche your pictures motion and Kitzy Kleinsuessmein eloping for that holm in Finn's Hotel Fiord,º Nova Norening. Where they pulled down the kuddle and they made fray and if thee don't look homey, well,º that Dook can eye Mae.

He goat a berth. And she cot a manege. And whoth'sº gorse mundumº ganna wedst.

Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The twwinns.º Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock.

The kilder massed, one then and uhindred (harefoot,º birdyhands, herringabone, beesknees), and they barneydanskedº a kathareen round to knowº the who and to show the howsome. Why was you hiding, moder of moders? And where was hunty, poppa the gun? Pointing up to skyless heaven like the spoon out of sergeantmajor's tay.º Whichº was the worst of them phaymix cupplerts? He's herd of hoarding and her faiths is altared. Becoming ungoing, their seeming sames for though that liamstone deaf do his part there's a windtreetop whipples the damp off the mourningº. But tellusit allasif wellasits end. And the lunger it takes the swooner they tumble twoº. He knows he's just thrilling and she's sure she'd squeam. The threelegged man and the tulippied dewydress. Lludd hillmythey, we're brimming to hear!º The durst he did and the firstº she ever? Peganeenº Bushe, this isn't the polkar, catch as you cancan when high land fling! And you,º Tim Tommy Melooney,º I'll tittle your barents if you stick that pigpin upinto meh!

So,º in the names of the balder and of the sol and of the hollichrost, ogsowearit, trisexnone, and by way of letting the aandt out of her grosskropper and leading the mokes home by their gribes, whoopsabout a plabbaside of plobbicides, alaman alemonº, poison kerls,º on this mounden of Delude, and in the high places of Delude of Isreal, which is Haraharem and the diublin's owld mounden,º over against Vikens,º from your tarns, thwaites and thorpes, withes, tofts and fosses, fells, haughs and shaws, lunds, garths and dales, mensuringº the megnominous as so will is the littleyest, the myrioheartzed with toroidalº coil, eira area round wantanajocky, fin above wave after duckydowndivvy, trader arm aslung beauty belt, the formor velican andº nana karlikeenaº, sommerladº and cinderenda, Valtivar and Viv, andº how Big Bil Brine Borumoterº first took his gage at lil lolly lavvander waader since when capriole legs covets limbs of a crane and was it the twylyd or the mounth of the yareº or the feint of her smell made the seomen assalt of her (in imageascene all: whimwhim whimwhim). To the laetificationº of disgeneration by neuhumourisationº of our kristianiasation. As the last liar in the earth begeylywayled the first lady of the forest. Though Toot's
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pardoosled sauve l'hummour!
|shFor the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild mainº from Borneholm has jest come to crown.sh|