It may not or maybe a no concern of the Guinnesses but.
That the fright of his light in tribalbalbutience bides 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 barring his distance wades a lymph that plays the lazy winning she 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, in Etheria Deserta as in Grander Suburbia, with Finnfannfawners|6, ruric or cospolite,6| for much or moment indispute.
Whyfor had they|6, it is Hiberio-Miletians and Argloe-Noremen,6| donated him, |6birth of an otion that was breeder to sweatoslaves,6| as
mysterbolder, forced in their waste, |6and as for Ibdullin what of Himana,6| that their tolvtubular high fidelity daildialler, as modern as tomorrow afternoon and in appearance up to the minute (hearing that
anybody |6in Selverbergh that |aruada|
duchy of Wollinstown,6| schemed to halve the wrong type of date), equipped with supershielded umbrella antennas for distance getting 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, and bawling the whowle hamshack and wobble down in an eliminium soundspound so as to serve him up a melogoturny marygorauund, 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, patent number 1132, Thorpetersen and Synds, |6Bergen Jomsborgº, Selverbergen6|) which was tuned up by twintriodic singalvalvulous pipelines (lackslipping along as if their liffing deepunded on it) with a howdrocephalous enlargement, a gain control of circumcentric megacycles, ranging from the antidulibnium onto the serostaatarean. They finally caused or most leastways brung it about somehows that the pip of the lin to pinnatrate
inthro an auricular forfickle (known as the Vakingfar Sleeper, monofractured by Piaras Ua Rhuamhaighaudhlug, tympan founder, Eustache Straight, Bauliaughacleeagh), 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, |6the Variagated Peddlars Barringoy Bnibrthirhd, the Askold Olegsonder Crowds of the O'Keef-Rossesº |aand Rhoso Rhosso-Keeversa| of Eastwokingº,6| the Ligue of Yahooth o.s.v., so as to lall the bygone dozed they arborised around, up his corpular fruent and down his reuctionary buckling, hummer, enville and storrap (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 cartomanse hallucinate like an erection in the night the mummery of whose deed|6, a lur of Nur,6| immerges a mirage in a merror, for it is where
|6by muzzinmessed6| for one watthour|6, bilaws
below,6| till time jings pleas that host of a bottlefilled, the bulkily hulkwight, hunter's pink of face, |6an orel orioled,6| is in on a bout to
be unbulging an o'connell's|6, the true one, all seethic, a luckybock, pledge of the stoup,6| whilom his canterberry bellseyes wink
wickeding indtil the teller, oyne of an oustman in skull of skand. Yet is it, this ale of man, for him|6, our hubuljoynted,6| just a tug and a
fistful as for Culsen, the Patagoreyan, chieftain of chokanchuckers and his moyety joyant, under the foamer dispensation when he pullupped the turfeycork by the greats of gobble out of Lough Neagk. When, pressures be to our hoary frother, the pop gave his sullen bulletaction and, bilge, sled a movement of catharic emulsipotion
down the sloppery slide of a slaunty to tilted lift-ye-landsmen. |6Allamin.6| 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-theres.
It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and or it was not before athwartships 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).
But first, strongbowth, they would deal death to a drinking. Link of a leadder, dubble in it, slake your thirdst thoughts awake with it. Our svalves are svalves aroon! We rescue thee, O Baass, from the damp earth and honour thee, O Connibell, with mouth burial! So was done, neat and trig. Up draught and whet them.
Then sagd he to the ship's husband in his translatentic norjankeltian: Hwere can a ketch or hook alive a suit and sowterkins? Soot! sayd the ship's husband, knowing the language, Here is tayleren. Ashe and Whitehead, closechop, successor to. Ahorror, he sayd, canting around to that beddest his friend, the tayler, for finixed coulpure, chunk pulley muchy chink topside numpa one
sellafella, fake an capstan make and shoot! Manning to sayle of cloths 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 (as dib is a dab): and he tog his fringe
sleeve (buthock, lad, 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 to hail the
lugger. Stolp, tief, stolp, come bag to Moy Eireann! And the Norweeger's capstan swaradeed, some blowfish out of schooling. All lykkehud! Below taiyor he ikan heavin sets. But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered bark to the lots of his vauce. And aweigh he yankered on the Norgean run so that seven sailend sonnenrounders was he breastbare to the brinabath where bottoms out has fatthoms full fram Franz José Land til Cabo Thormendoso, evenstarde and risingsoon. Up the Rivor Janueiry and down the Golfe Desombres. Farety days and fearty nights. Enjooy yourself, O maremen! And the tides made, veer and haul, and the times marred, rear and fall, and, holey bucket, dinned he raign!
— Hump! Hump! bassed the broaders-in-laugh |6with a quick piddysnip that wee |ahalved but halfbita| a second6|.
— I will do that, sazd Kersse, mainingstaying the rigout for her wife's lairdship. Nett sew? they hunched back at the earpicker.
But old sporty, as endth lord, |6in ryehouse reigner,6| he nought feared crimp or cramp of shore sharks|6, plotsome to getsome6|. It was
whol niet godthaab of errol Loritz off his Cape of Good Howthe and his trippertrice, |6loretta lady, a maomette to his monetone,6| with twy twy twinky her stone hairpins, only not, if not, a queen of Prancess
their telling tabled who was for his seeming |6a casket through the heavenly, nay,6| the heart of the sweet (had he hows would he keep her as niece as a fiddle!) but
|6in the mealtub6| it was wohl yeas sputsbargain what, rarer of recent, |6an
occasional conformity,6| he|6, with Muggleton
Muckers,º6| alwagers allalong most certainly allowed|6, as pilgrimager'sº
grace to petitionists of right,6| of the three blend cupstoomerries with their customed spirits|6,
the Gill gob, the Burkeleyº bump, the Wallisey wanderlook,6|
having their ceilidhe gailydhe in his shaunty irish. Group drinkards maaks grope thinkards or how reads rotary|6, jewr of a chrestend,6| respecting the otherdogs churchees. So long plubs will be plebs but plabs by low frequency amplification may later agree to have another. |6For the people of the shed are the sure ads of all quorum. |aLorimers and leathersellers, skinners and salters, pewterers and paperstainers, parishclerksº, fletcherbowyers,
girdlers, mercers, cordwainers and first, and not last, the weavers.a|6| |6The Our6| library |6he6| is hoping to |6the ye6| public.
|6⇒ Innholder, upholder.6|
— Sets on sayfohrt! Go to it, agitator! they bassabosuned over the flowre of their hoose. Godeown moseys and skeep thy beeble bee.
— I will do that, acordial, by mine hand, sazd Kersse, piece Cod, and in the flap of a jacket, ructified after his nap of a blankit their o'cousin, as sober as the ship's husband he was one my godfather when he told me saw whileupon I am now well and jurily sagasfide after the boonamorse that the widower, according to rider, following pnomoneya, he is consistently blown to Adams. So help me boyg who keeps the book.
Whereofter behest his suzerain law the Thing and the pilsener had the baar, Recknar Jarl |6(they called him Roguenor, |acall him Irl Irlº call hima|)6|, still passing the change-a-pennies, pengeypigses, a several sort of coyne in livery, pushed their whisper in his hairing |6(seemed |aa da| someº shipshep's sottovoxed stalement|a, a dearagadye,a| to harveyº anyone doing duty for duff point of dockland composs)6|, the same to the good, ind ast velut discharge after which he had exemptied more than orphan for the ballast of his nurtural life. |6And threw a cast.6| A few pigses and hare you are and no chicking, tribune's tribute, if you guess mimic miening. Meanly, in his lewdbrogue, take your tyou coppels token with this good sixtric |6from mine runbag of juwels6|. |6Nummusº 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.6| It is minely well mint.
Thus as count the costs of liquid courage|6, aº bullyon gauger, guager
gauger,6| stowed stivers pengapung in bulk in hold |6(fight,º great finnence! brayvoh, little
bratton!)6| keen his kenning, the queriest of the crew, with that fellow fearing for his own misshapes, should he be himpself namesakely a foully fallen dissentant from the peripulator, sued towerds Meade-Reid and Lynn-Duff, rubbing the hodden son of a pookal, leaden be light, lather be dry and it be drownd on all the ealsth beside how
the camel and where the
deiffel or when the finicking or why the funicking or who caused the scaffolding to be first removed you give orders, babeling, were their reidey meade answer when on the cutey (the corespondent) in conflict of evidence drew a kick at witness
but (missed) and for whom in the dyfflun's kiddy removed the planks they were wanted, boob.
— Did 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.
And forthemore let legend go lore of it. That mortar scene so cwympty dwympty what a dustydust it razed arboriginally 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 rillary gibbous grist to our millery! 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 dutchuncler mynhosts and serves them dram well right for a boors' interior (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 feature apip footloose pastcast with spareshins and flash subtittles 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 makes the thurd. Let there be. Due.
— That's all murtagh purtagh but whad ababs his dopter? sissed they who were onetime ungkerls themselves (when the youthel of his yorn shook the bouchal in his bed), twilled alongside, 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? Knit wear? And they addled (ere the cry of their tongues would be uptied dead), Shufflebotham asidled, plus his ducks fore his drills, an inlay of a liddle more lining maught be licensed all at ones, be these same tokens, forgiving a brass rap, sneither a whole length nor a short shifk so full as all were concerned.
Burniface, shiply efter, shoply after at an angle of lag, let flow, brabble brabble and brabble, and so hostily, heavyside breathing came up with them and, check me joule, shat the three tailors butting back to Moyle herring bump as beam and buttend, roller and reiter, after the diluv's own
deluge, the seasant samped as skibber breezed in, tripping, dripping, threw the sheets in the wind, the tights of his trunks at tickle to tackle and his rubmelucky truss rehorsing the pouffed skirts of his overhaul. He'd left his stickup in his hand to show them none ill feeling, Whatthough for all appentices it had a mushroom on it. While he faced them front to back, Then paraseuls round, quite taken atack, Sclaiming, Howe Cools Eavybrolly!
— Good marrams, sagd he, freshwatties and boasterdes all, as he put into bierhiven, nogeysokey first, cabootle segund, jilling to windwards, 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 wagger with its tag tucked up. |6With a good eastering and a good westering.6| And he asked from him how the hitch did do this my fand Sulkers that mone met the kidballacks which he suttonly remembered also where the hatch was he endnew strandweys he's that fond Sutchenson, a penincular fraimd of mind, fordeed he was langseling to talka holt of hems. Clown toff, tyea hug fliorten. Cablen: Clifftop. Shelvling tobay oppelong tomeadow. Ware cobbles. Posh.
Skibbereen has common inn, by pounautique, with pokeway paw and sadder raven evermore, telled shinshanks lauwering frankish for his kicker who, through the medium of gallic:
— Pukkelsen, tilltold.
That with some our prowed invisors how their ulstravoliance led them infroraids, striking down and landing alow against our aerian insulation resistance, two boards that beached ast one, widness thane and tysk and hanry. Prepatrickularly all, they summed. Kish met. Bound to. And for landlord, noting, nodding a coast to moor was cause to mear. Besides proof plenty, over proof. While they either took a heft. Or the other swore his eric. Heaved two, spluiced the menbrace. Heirs at you, Brewinbaroon! Weth a whistle for methanks.
— Good marrams and good mirrymills, sayd good mothers gossip, bobbing his bowing both ways with the bents and skerries, when they were all in the old walled of Kinkincaraborg |6(and that they did overlive the hot air of Montybunkum upon the coal
blasts of Mitropolitos let there meeds be the hourihorn),6| hiberniating after seven oak ages, fearsome where they were 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 locquor and shut the
door after him to make a rarely fine Ran's cattle of fish. Morya Mortimor! Allapalloverus! |6Howoft had the ballshee tried!º6| And they laying low for his homegang
|6in the that eeriebleak |+mead
mead,+|6| with fireball feast and turkeys tumult
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. Cod's drought, he sayd, after a few daze, thinking of all those bliakings, how leif pauses! here you are back on your hawkins from Blasil the Brast to our povotogesus portocall, |6the furt on the turn of the hurdies,6| slave to trade, vassal of spices and a dragon-the-market, and be turbot, lurch a stripe, as were you soused methought out of the mackerel. |6Eldsfells! saydº he. A kumpavin on iceslant! Here's open handlegs for one old faulker from the hame folk here in You'sº booth!6| (+6Sell So sell+)6| me gundy, sagd the now waging cappon with a warry posthumour's |6expletion. expletion,º shoots ogos shootsle him or where's that slob?6| A |6(+bit+)6| bite of keesens, he sagd, |6til Dennis,6| for this jantar (and let the dobblins
roast perus!) or a stinger, he sagd, |6t. d.,6| on a doroughbread kennedys for Patriki San saki |6on svo fro6| or my old relogion's out of tiempor and when I'm soured to the tipple you can sink me lead, he sagd, and|6, if I get can, sagd he,6| a (+6pull pusspull+)6| of tamtartarum. Thirst because houming hand give. Allkey dalkey, sayd the shop's housebound, for he was as deep as the north star |6(and could tolk sealer's solder into tankar's tolder)6|, as might have sayd, every man to his beast and a treat for the trading scow, my cater million falls to you and crop feed a stall|6, if thoult pay mine's the winnowing sheet6|! |6|xAfram!ºx|6|
|6⇒6| And he got and gave the ekspedient for Hombreyhambrey wilcomer what's the good word. He made the sign on the feaster. Cloth be laid! |6And a disk of osturs for the swanker!6| Allahballah! He was the carelessest man I ever see but he sure had the most sand. |6One fishball with fixings. |aFor a |bDan danb| of a ven of a fin of a son of a gun of a gombolier.a|6| Ekspedient, sayd he, |6sonnur mine,6| Shackleton Sulten! Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul us all, sayd he, like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and Maldemer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking from the bowl at his food and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn.
— Nohow did he kersse or hoot alike the suit and solderskins? minded first breachesmaker with considerable way on and
— Humpsea dumpsea, the munchantman, secondsnipped cutter the curter.
— A ninth for a ninth. Take my worth from it. And no mistaenk, they thricetold the taler, and they knew the whyed for too. The because of his sosuch. Uglymand fit himshemp but throats fill us all! And three's here's for repeat of the unium!
— Place the scaurs wore on your groot big bailey bill, he apullajibed the O'Colonel Power, latterly distented from the O'Conner Dan, so promonitory
himself that he was obliffious of the headth of hosth that rosed before him from Sheeroskouro, under its zembliance of mardal mansk, like a dun darting dullemitter with his moultain haares stuck in plostures upon it (do you kend yon peak with its coast so green?), still trystfully acape for her his gragh knew well in precious
memory and that proud grace to her, in gait a movely water, of smile a coolsome cup, 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! Floodlift, her ancient of rights regaining, so yester yidd, even remembrance. And greater grown than 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. Him her first lap, her his fast pal, for ditcher for plower, till deltas twoport. While this glowworld's lump is gloaming off and han in hende will grow. |6Through 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! |xListeneath to me, |avales veilsa| of Mina!x|6| He would withsay, nepertheloss, that is too me mean. |6I alw oldways did me walsh and preechup ere we set to sope and fash. |aNow eats the vintner over these contents oft with his sad slow munch for backonham. Yet never shet it isº the brood of aurowoch, not for legions of donours of Gamuels.a|6| I have performed the law in truth for the lord of the law|6, Taifº Alif6|. I have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in Annapolis|6, my youthrib city6|. Be ye then my protectors |6unto Mussabotomia6| before the guards of the city. Theirs theres is a gentlemeants agreement. |6Womensch plodge.6| To slope through heather till the foot. Join Andersoon and Co. If the flowers of speech valed the springs of me rising the hiker I hilltapped the murk I mist my blezzard way. 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 mergeant crested from the irised sea in plight, calvitousness, loss, nngnr, gliddinyss, unwill and snorth. It might have been what you call your change of my life but here's the chance of a
night for my lifting. Hillyhollow, valleylow! With the sounds and the scents in the morning.
— I shot be shoddied, throttle me, |6fine me cowheel for ever,6| usquebauched the ersewild aleconner, for bringing briars to Benbracken and ringing rinbus round Demetrius for, as you wrinkle wryghtly, bully bluedomer, it's a suirsite's
stircus haunting hesteries round old volcanoes. |6We gin too
gnir and thus plinary indulgence makes colleunellas of us all.6| But time is for talerman tasting his tap. Tiptoptap, Mister Maut.
He made one summery |6(cholkº and murble in lonestime)6| of his the three swallows |6|xlike he was muzzling Moselemsx|6| and torched up as the faery pangeant fluwed down the hisophenguts|6, aº slake for the quicklining,6| to the tickle of his tube and the twobble of his fable, O, fibbing once upon a spray what a queer and queasy spree it was. Plumped.
Which both did. Prompt. Eh, chrystal holder? Save Ampsterdampster that had rheumaniscences in his netherlumbs.
— By the drope in his groin, |6Ali Slupa,6| thinks the cappon, plumbing his liners, we were heretofore.
— And be the coop of his gobbos, |6Reacher the Thaurd,6| 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, and he's wallowing awash swill of the Tarra water. And it marinned down his gargantast trompsathletic like the marousers of the gulpstroom. The kersse of Wolafs on him, shitateyar, he sagd in the fornicular, and|6, at weare or not at weare,6| I'm sigen no stretcher, for I carsed his muhersson goat in trotthers |6with them newbucklenoosers6| behigh in the fire behame in the oasthouse. Hops! sagd he.
— Smoke and coke choke! lauffed till the tear trickled drown a thigh 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|6, the fierifornax being thurst on him
motophosically, as Omar sometime notes,6| such a satuation|6, debauchly to be watched for,6| would empty dempty him down to the ground.
— And hopy dope! sagd he, anded the enderer, now dyply hypnotised 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!), which goes in the ways smooking publics, sagd he, bomboosting to be in thelitest
civille row faction for a dubblebrasterd, navvygaitered (flick off that hvide aske, big head!), sagd he, the |6(+big+)6| 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 this most ummentionablest of men (and, mundering eeriesk, if he didn't scalded him all the shimps names in his gitter!) a coathemmed gusset sewer, sagd he, his first cudgin is an innvalet in the unitred stables, which is not feed
tonights a kirtle offal fisk, and he is that |6(+woe+)6| 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 Fjellagulphia 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 Blawland 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!
Infernal machinery (seareel 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 suitably punished like the pervious oelkenner done till they
had liquorally no more powers to their elbow. Ignorinsers' bliss, therefore, their not to say rifle butt target, none too wisefolly, poor fish |6(he is eating, he is spun, is milked, he dives)6|, upholding a lampthorne of lawstift as wand of welcome to all men in bonafay |6(andº the corollasº he so has saved gainsts the virus he has thus injected)6|, discoastedself to that |6kipsie6| point of its Dublin bar where, breaking and entering, from the outback's dead heart, Glasthule Bourne or Boehernapark Nolagh, by wattsismade or bianconi, astraylians in island, a wellknown tall hat blown in between houses by a nightcap of that silk or it might be a black velvet and a kiber galler dragging his hunker were signalling gael warnings towards Wazwollenzee Haven to give them their beerings, east circular route or elegant central highway. Open, 'tis luck will have it! Lifeboat Alloe, Noeman's Woe, Hircups Emptybolly! With winkles, whelks and cocklesent jelks. Let be buttercup eve lit by night in the Phoenix. Music. And old lotts have funn at Flammagen's ball. Till Irinwakes from Slumber Deep. How they succeeded by courting daylight in saving darkness he who loves will see.
Busimess. His bestness. Copeman helpen.
He cupped his years to catch me's to you in what's yours so as minest to hissent, |6giel as gail, geil as gaul, Odorozone,
|anowa| ourmenial servent,6|
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 their hens, hounds and horses, biddy by bunny, with an arc of his covethand saved from the drohnings they might oncounter, intill his cubid long to hide in dry. Aside. Your sows tin the topple, dodgers, trink me dregs! Zoot!
And with the gush of a spring alice the fossickers and swagglers with him on the hoof from down under spiked forth desert roses in that mulligar scrub.
Reenter Ashe Junior. Peiwei toptip, nankeen pontdelounges. Gives fair day. Cheroot. Cheevio!
Take off thatch whitehat (lo, Kersse come in back bespoking of loungeon off the Boildawl stumplecheats for rushirishis Irush-Irish, dangieling his old Conan over his top gallant shouldier so was, lao yiu shao, he'd like more look a novicer on the nevay).
— Tick off that whiltehot, you scum of a botch (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).
— Tape oaf that saw foull and sew wrong, welsher, you suck of a thick stock and the udder, and confiteor yourself (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).
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?
— Serge Mee, suit! sazd he, tersey kersey.
And when Tersse had sazd this Kersse stood them the whole koursse of training how the whole blazy raze ocurraghed, from lambkinsback to sliving board and from spark 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 peered 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? gig for gag, asked there three newcommers |6till knockingshop6| 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 obsoletion and
at the brink of, from the pillary of the Nilsens and from the statutes of the Kongbullies and from the millestones of 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 beauw
on the bummell, the bugganeering wanderducken, he sazd (that his pumps may ship awhoyle shandymound of the dussard), the coarsehair highsaydighsayman, there's nice tugs he looks (how you was, Ship Alouset?), he sazd, the bloedaxe bloodooth baltxebec, that is crupping into our raw lenguage navel through the lumbsmall of his hawsehole, he sazd, donconfounder him, voyaging after maidens, belly jonah hunting the polly joans, and the kurss 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, and as I was trailing his fumbelums, like hulp, he'll fell the fall of me faus, he sazd, like yulp. The goragorridgorballyed pushkalsson, he sazd, 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 folks of Iseland or in the wholeabelongd of Skunkinabory from Drumadunderry till the rumnants of Mecckrass, could milk a colt in thrushes foran furrow follower width that |6holeº in his tale and that hell of a hull of a hill of a6| 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 it the lord of the saloom, as if for a flash salamagunnded himself, listed his tummelumpsk pack and hearinat presently returned him, ambilaterally alleyeoneyesed, from their uppletoned layir to his beforetime guests, 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 home to them, the steerage way for stabling, ghustorily spoeking, gen and gang, dane and dare, like the dud spuk
of his first foetotype (Trolldedroll, how vary and likely!), the fillibustered, the fullybellied, with the old sit in his shoulders and the new satin atlas onder his uxter, erning his breadth to the swelt of his proud and picking up the amberose of the lizod lights, his tail toiled of spume and spawn, and the bulk of him and the hulk of him, as
whenever it was he reddled a ruad to riddle a rede from the sphinxish pairc while Ede was a guardin, 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, coves, emptybloody!
And ere he could catch or hook or line to suit their sausyskins, the lumpenpack. Underbund was overraskelled. As
— Sot! sod the tailors opsits from their gabbalots. Change all that whole set. Shut down and shet up. Our set, our set's allohn.
And they poured em behoild on the fire. Scaald!
Rowdiose wodhalooing. Theirs is one lessonless missage for good and truesirs. Will any persen bereaved to be passent bringback or rumpart to the Hoved politymester. Clontarf, one love, one fear. Ellers, for the greeter glossary of code, callen hom: Finucane-Lee, Finucane-Law.
Wind from the nordth. Warmer towards muffinbell. Lull.
As our revelant Columnfiller predigted in last mount's chattiry sermon, the allexpected depression over Schiumdinebbia, a bygger muster of veirying precipitation, haralded by faugh sicknells (hear kokkenhovens ekstras!) and umwalloped in an unusuable suite of clouds, having filthered trough the middelhav of the same gorgers' kennel on its wage wealthwards and incursioned a sotten retch of low pleasure, missed in some ports but with lucal drizzles, the outlook for tomarry (Streamstress Mandig) beamed brider, 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.
Art thou gainous sense uncompetite! Limited. Anna Lynchya Pourable! One and eleven. United We Stand, even many offered. Don't forget. I wish auspicable thievesdayte for the stork dyrby. It will be a thousanne's 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. (Kiskiviikko, Kalastus. Torstaj, tanssia. Perjantaj, peleja. Lavantaj ja Sunnuntaj christianismus kirjallisuus, kirjallisuus christianismus.) Whilesd this pellover his finnisch.
— Comither, ahorace, thou mighty man of valour, elderman adaptive of Capel Ysnod, and tsay-fong tsei-foun a laun bricksnumber till I've fined you a faulter-in-law, to become your son-to-be, gentlemens tealer, generalman
seelord, gosse and bosse, hunguest and horasa, jonjemsums both |s6in sale sailsmanships6|, szed the head marines talebearer, then sayd the ship's gospfather in the scat story to the husband's capture, and either you does or he musts and this moment same, sayd 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 Aedmundson you, you're iron slides and so hompety domp as Paddley MacNamara 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 nowwedding captain, the rude hunnerable Humphrey, who was praying god of clothildies |6by the seven bosses of his trunktarge6| 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 quadruped island, bless madhugh, mardyk, luusk and cong. Blass Neddos bray. And no more of your maimed acts after this with your kowtows and criados to every tome, thick and heavy, and our onliness of his revelance to your ultitude The Illfollowable staying in wate for you with the winning word put into his mouth
or be the hooley tabell, as Horrocks Toler hath most cares to call it, I'll rehearse your comeundermends and first mardhyr you entirely. As puck as that Paddeus picked the pun and left the lollies off the foiled. A Trinity judge will crux your boom. Pat is the man for thy. Ay ay!
And he pured him beheild of the ouishguss, mingling a sign of the cruisk.
— I popetithes thee, Ocean, sayd he, Oscarvaughther, sayd he, Erievikkingr, sayd he, intra trifum triforium trifoliorum, sayd he, onconditionally, forfor furst of the gielgaulgulls and hero chief explunderer of the clansakiltic, sayd he, the steamerer's mastress to the sea aasse cuddycoalman's, and let this douche for you as a wholly apuzzler's and for all the pukkeleens to the wakes of you, sayd he, out of the hellsinky of the howtheners and be danned to ye, sayd he, into our roomyo connellic relation, sayd he, |6from which our this pledge is given,6| Tera truly |6ternatrine6| if not son towards thousand like expect chrisanathems |6|ain toa| which I osker your |agodhsbataring godhsbattaring, saelir,a| for as you gott kvold whereafter a gooden diggin and with gooder enscueº |afrom osion backfaredº agen fairioes feudeda| hailsohame til Edar6| in that the loyd mave hercy on your sael! Anomyn an awer. Spickinusand.
— Nansense, you snorsted? He was haltid considerable agenst all religions overtrow so hworefore the |6thokkurs6| pokker the bigbug
|6miklamanded6| storstore exploder would he be |6whulesalesolde6| daadaaped by Priest Gudfadren of the sacredhaunt suit in Diaeblen-Balkley at
|6Domnkirk6| Saint Petricksburg? But, ear this!
— And here aaherra, my rere admirable peadar poulsen, sayd he, consistently, to the secondnamed sutor, my lately lamented sponsorship, |6comesend round that wine and6| lift your horn, sayd
he, to show you're a skolar |6for, winter you likerº or not, we brought your summer with us6| 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, |6to let you in on some crismion dottrin,6| here is the ninethest pork of a man whisk swimmies in Dybblin water from
Ballscodden easthmost till Thyrston's Lickslip and, sayd he (whiles the heart of Lukky Swayn laughed in his icebox for to think of all the soorts of
smukklers he would behave in juteyfrieze being forelooped to her), praties peel two hour 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 tesoura astore for you, eslucilamp aswhen the surge seas sombren, that he daughts upon of anny livving plusquebelle, to child and foster, |6that's the lippeyear's wonder of Tottygoº Newschool two titty too |aat win winnie wona| 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 |aandº never a Hyderow Jenny the like of her lightness at look-and-you-leapº,a|6| rheadoromanscing long evnans invairn 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 over till next time, and all the prim rossies are out dressparading and the tubas tuot tuot for the glowry of their god, making every Dinny dingle after her down the Dargul dale and (wait awhile, blusterbuss, you're marchadant too forte |v6so andv6| don't start furlan your ladins till you've learned the lie of her landuage!), when it's summwer calding and she can hear the pianutunar beyant the bayondes in Combria sleepytalking 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 shape 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 and 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 racy turf is kindly 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, aidan bay seye and dye, aasbukividdy, twentynine to her dozen and coocoo
him dildulcey dovely to his old cawcaws' huggin and munin for his strict privatear |6which
there's no |apoor purea| rube like an ool pool roober |awhen th your pullar beer |bchanges to turns outb| Bruin O'Luinna|6| and beat his barge into a battering pram with her wattling way for cubblin and, |6be me fairy fay,6| sayd he, the marriage mixter, to Kersse, son of Joe Ashe, her coaxfonder, |6wiry eyes and winky hair,6| 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 goodfounter, poles a port and zones asunder, tie up in hates and repeat at luxure, you can better your tooblue prodestind arson, tyler bach, |6after roundsabouts and donochs and the volumed smoke though the clonk in his stumble strikes warn, |aand were he laid out on that counter there like |bab| Slavocrates amongst his skippies,a|6| 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, |6from the huseyº on the montey with the room in herberge,6| down to forkpiece and bucklecatch |6(Elding, my elding! and Lif, my lif!)6|, in the |6pirvacy pravacy6| of the pirmanocturne, hap, sayd he|6, at |athe thata| meet hour of night, and hop, sayd he, |aand the fyrsty annarº everso thrieda|6| (whiles the breath of Huppy Hullespond swumped in his seachest for to renumber all the |6nights mallymedears'6| long roll and call of sweetheart emmas that every had a port in from Coxenhagen till the brottels on the Nile), |6while taylight is yet slipping under their pillowº (ill omens on Kitty Cole if she's spilling Paddy'sº measure!) and6| before Sing Mattins in the Fields, ringsengd ringsengd, bings Heri the Concorant Erho |6and the Referinn Fuchs Gutmann gives us I'llº Bell the |aWorld Welldºa| or The Steeplepoy's Revanger and all Thingavalley knows6|, for it's never dawn in the dark but the deed comes to life, and raptist bride is aptest breed (tha lassy! tha lassy!), and|6, to buoy the hoop within us springing,6| 'tis no timbertar she'll have then in her armsbrace to doll the dallydandle, |6our fiery quean,6| 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 holp of me cope as so pluse the riches of the roedshields, with Elizabeliza blessing the bedpain at the willbedone
of Yinko Jinko Randy, come Bastabasco and hippychip eggs, she will make a suomease pair and singlette, jodhpur smalls and tailerless, a copener's cribful, leaf, bud and berry, the divlin's own little mimmykin puss (hip, hip, horatia!), for my old comrhade Saltymar here, Briganteen-General Sir A. I. Magnus, the flappenooser, master of the good lifebark Ulivengrene of Onslought and the homespund of her hearth (Fuss his farther was the norse norse east and Muss his mother was a gluepot) and, gravydock or groovy anker, a hulldread
pursunk manowhood, who (with a chenchen for his delighttime and a bonzeye nappin through his doze) he is the bettest bluffy blondblubber of an olewidgeon what overspat a skettle in a skib.
And Dub did glow that night. |6In 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.6| A doublemonth's licence, lease on mirth, while homeymoon and her flame went honeysuckling. Holyryssia, what boom of bells! What battle of bragues on Sandgate where Met the bobby mobbed his bibby mabbing through the ryce! 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 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 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 Cymylaya Mountains, man. And giving it out to the Ould Fathach 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 Scape
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 his several spurtles and each spitfire spurtle had some trick of her trade, a tease for Ned, nook's nestle for Fred and a peep in 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' peal vill shantey soloweys sang. For there were no more of Tyrrhanees for 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 fewds 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.
With her banbax hoist from holder 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, Nova Norenning. Where they pulled down the kuddle and they made fray and if thee don't look homey well that Dook can eye Mae.
He goat a berth. And she cot a manege. And whoth's gorse mundum ganna wedst.
Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The twwinns. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock.
The kilder massed, one then and uhindred (harefoot, birdyhands, herringabone, beesknees), and they barneydansked a kathareen round to know 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. Which 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 mourning. But tellusit allasif wellasits end. And the lunger it takes the swooner they tumble two. 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. The durst he did and the first she ever? Peganeen Bushe, this isn't the polkar, catch as you cancan when high land fling! And you, Tommy Melooney, I'll tittle your barents if you stick that pigpin upinto meh!
So, 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 alemon, poison kerls, on this mounden of Delude, and in the high places of Delude of Isreal, which is Haraharem and the diublin's owld mounden, over
against Vikens, from your tarns, thwaites and thorpes, withes, tofts and fosses, fells, haughs and shaws, lunds, garths and dales, mensuring the megnominous as so will is the littleyest, the myrioheartzed with toroidal coil, eira area round wantanajocky, fin above wave after duckydowndivvy, trader arm aslung beauty belt, the formor velican and nana karlikeena, sommerlad and cinderenda, Valtivar
and Viv, and how Big Bil Brine Borumoter 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 yare or the feint of her smell made the seomen assalt of her (in imageascene all: whimwhim whimwhim). To the laetification of disgeneration by neuhumourisation of our kristianiasation. As the last liar in the earth
begeylywayled the first lady of the forest. Though Toot's
pardoosled sauve l'hummour! For 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 main from Borneholm has jest come to crown.