taff |2— (|shaº smart boy,sh| |shthirtysh| |shseven,sh| |shlooking through the roofsh| |shprivious to his hoisting of an emergency umberollash|):º2| All was flashningº and krashning blurty moriartskyº blutcherudd? Tell ever so oftenº?
taff |2— (porumptly |shhelping himself out by the cesspullsh| with a |shyellup yurrupsh| |shputs up ash| his furry furzed |shharesh|):2| Humme to our mounthings. Conscribe him tillusk, unt, the grandsapper, with his soilday site out on his moulday side in. Endues paramilintary langdwage, the good old gunshop monowards for manosymplesº. And may he be too an intrepidation of our dreams which we foregot at wiking when the morn hath razed ourº limpalove and the bleakfrost chilled our ravery. Letsº hear in remember the braise of. Hold!
butt |2— (|shswitches on his gorsecopper's langthorn fed up the grain oils of
Aerinsh|):2| Ullahbluh!º Like oldº Dolldy Icon when he cooked up his iggs in bicon.
Bogº carsseº andº dam matº, sar! Limbers affront of him, lumbers behund. He was enmivallupped. In his raglanrock and his malakoiffed bulbsbyg and his varnashed roscians
andº his cardigan'sº blousejagged and his scarlett manchokuffs and his treecoloured camiflagsº and his
perikopendulousº gaelstorms. From Karrs and Polikoff's, the men's confectioners.
taff |2— (his starseers razzledazzlingly full of eyes, full of balls, full of holes, full of buttons, full of stains, full of medals, full of blickblackblobs):2| Toadlebens! Some garmentman! Say mangraphique, mayº say nay parº daguerre!
taff |2— (illcertain where he sees Bishop
Ribboncakeº going forth on his visitations of mirrage or Miss Horizon on the curve of the
camberº unsheathingº a |ashowlaceda| limbaloft to the great
consternations):2| Divulge! See that we soll or let theeº be luna as strait a way as your ant's folly me line whileº ye post is
goang from Piping Pubwirth to Haunted Hillborough asº my farst is near to hear and my sackend is meet to sedon while my whole's a peer's
aureolies. Bang on the booche, gurg in the gorge, rap on the roof and your flapº is unbu...
butt |2— (playingº the spool of the little brown jog round the wheel of her whang goes the miller):2| Buckily buckily, blodestained boyne! Bimbambombumb!º |2Why the gigls he lubbed beeyed him.2|
taff |2— (awary that the first sports report has now been
|aafterthoughtfullya| colliberated by a saggind spurts flash,º takes the dipperend direction and orients by way of
sagittarius towards Draco on the Lour):2| You had just been cerberating a camp camp
camp to Saint Sepulchre's march through the armeemondsº retreat with the boys all marshalledº,
scattering giant's hail over the curseway, fellowed along the rout by the stenchions of the corpse. If you please, commeylad! Think some ingain think! A forward movement and despatch!
butt |2— (|shslinking his coatsleeves over his mutton shoulder so as to loop more life the
jauntlymansh| |a|shas he scents the anggreget
yupº behoundº their |bwhole scoopchina'sb| desparate
noys'º totalagesh| anda|
|a|shexplaining aposteriorly how he was in a greak esthate phophiar an erixion onº the soseptuple side of him
made spoil apriopiº his
popoporportiumssh|a|):2| Yass, I don't think I did not. Never you
brother me for I scout it, thunkº you! Ichts nichts on nichts. Of all the
quirasses and all the quaremin in the tragedoes of those antiants their grandoper, smooking his scandleloose at botthends of him! I thinked about the itch in his
|2egodoom egondoom2| he was legging boldylugged to salubrate himself by an ultradungs heavenly
massº at his base by the perished popes the reverend and allaverred cromlecks and |2when I heard his
lewdbrogue reciping |athe his cheatearya|
gospedsº2| I was bibbering a few versets off,º
fooling for my fifth foot. Of manifest 'tis obedience and the. Flute!
butt |2— (|shhe changes colours as he is
lefting the gat out of the bog: his face glows green, his hair greys white, his bleyes bcome broon to suite his celtic
twaletteºsh|):2| But when I seeing him fetch along within hail,º |2that tourrible tallº,º2| and attemptingº likeº a brandylogged rudeman cathargic, lugging upº and laiding down his livepelts so cruschinly and expousing |2himself his old skinful selfº2| tailtottom by manurevring in open ordure to renewmurature with the cows in their airish pleasantry,º I thanked he was recovering breadth from some herdsquattersº beyond the carcasses and I couldn't erver nerver to tell a liard story not |2for from2| lead or alimoneyº. But when I got in occupation of a full viewº of his basemiddelism, pagne pogne, |2and caught the pfierce smell of his aurals2|, my bill it forsooks allegiance (gut bull it!) and I was babberingº bibbelboy tobº tob tob beat it but I adn't the arts to.
taff You hidn't the hurts?
butt |2— (|shhearing somrother sudly give tworthree peevishº |sasniff sniffsa| snoores like falseleep he waitawhishts to see might he stirs and then goes on without asking for pepeace or anysing a soulsh|):2| I met with whom it was too late. My fate! O hate!º |v2Farwail! Fairwail!v2| And think of that when you smugs to bagot!º
taff |2— (|shwho meanwhilome had beenº lavishing wordsº of silentgoldenº power upon the repleted speechsalver's innkeeping right which, there can be little doubt, have resulted in another guidness, my good, to seesh|):2| To bog at?
butt |2— (|ahe whipedoff's his chimbley phot asa| |shhe takecups the communion of sense at the hands of the foregiver of trosstpassers and thereinofter centellinates,º that potifex miximhost proferring into his pauses somewhogº salt baconsh|):2| blank
taff |2— (|shwhiles they all are bealting pots
for old daddam dombstom to tomb and wamb humbs lumbs agamb, glimpse agam, glance agen, rise up road and hive up hill, and find you pollyvoulley foncey pitchin ingles in the
parlersh|):2| Since you are on for versingrhetorish,º say your piece! Not
off song are you, buthbachº? Vaersegood! Buckle to! Shinfine deed in the myrtleº of the bog tway fainmain stod op to slog, free
bondº men lay lurkin on. 'Twill be a nice change, arrah, sir?
butt |2— (|shwho in the cushlows of his heart is a
niallist of the ninthsh| |ahomestages homestages,
|shthe babybell in his baggutstract upper going off allatwanst lest he should challenge himself till
|2It Hittit2| was
of a white horsday after the first equinarx in the killender, moist moonful date man everº held death with, and higheye was in the Reilly Oirish Kerssonese Milesia good tomkeysº years somewhile in Crimealian wall samewhere in Ayerland during me weeping stillstumms over the freshprosts of Eastcheptº and the dangling garters of Marrowbone and daring my wapping stiltstunts on Bostion Moss, old stile and new style and heave a lep onwards. And winn again or lues the day, plays goat the banshee pealer, the great day come San Patrisky and the grand day go Sixt of the Ninth|2, the heptahundread annam dammias that is and will and was be |ain tilla| the timelag |ais in ita| that that's told to columnkill all the prefacies of Erin gone brugk. But I cantenueº. And incommixtin2|. Gidding up me anti vanillas and getting off the stissas me aunties. And swiping a johnnydannº sweept for to exercitise myself neverwithstanding his roaming cartridgesº all over Crummwilliamº wall. Be the why it was me who haw haw.
butt |2— (|shhe feels like a baddlefall of staot but falls for a borrlefull of baresh|):2| Between me rassociations in the past and me disconnections with the futule I've a boodle fullº of maimeries in me buzzim as I now recoilº in (how |2things the thickens they2| come back to one |2to rust2|!) me misenary postº for all them old boyars that's now boomaringing in waulholler, me alma marthyrs. I think to them|2, bycorn spirits fuselaiding,º2| even |2were where2| its contentsed water. Junglemen in agleementº, I give thee our greatlyº swooren, Theoccupant the First, the Thronefollowerº and all our royal devouts with the arrest of the whole inhibitance of Neuilands! One brief mouth. Meould attashees,º the currgans |2(ifº we they could get a kick |anow at this timea| for all that's hapenced to us!)2|,º Cedric MacGormley and Danno O'Dunnochoo and Conno |2O'Cannochan O'Cannochar2|,º for we were all |2barracksers2| inº Kong Gores Wood together|2, thurkmen three,2| with our miladies in their toileries for the palposes of |2warmth wulmth, we war, and the charme of their light brocade2|. |2Help, help, hussars!2| Up Lancesters! Anathem!
taff |2— (|shpassing the uninational truthbosh in smoothing irony over the multinotcheralled infructuosities of his grinner setsh|º):2| Where doth the pain lie, Mr Pench? Ist dramhead countmortial or gonorrhal stab? Mind your pughs and keoghs now,º if you piggots.
butt |2— (|shwith a gisture expansive of Mr Lhugewhite Cadderpollard with
sunflawered beautonholesh| |shpulled up point blanck by mailbag
mundaynismsh| |shat Oldbally
Courtsh|):2| Defense of deboutcheries in the chaste daffs! Be at the peine
of not forgetting or mere betoken yourself to flight!
Correct me for cossakes but I abjure of it. |2|+|shI
had my billyfell of duckish delights with |aher theira| toes in my kidneys |aand my ramsbutter in their sassenacher
ribssh| |shwhen th'osirian cumb dumb like the whalf on the fiordsh|a|
|shand we praying for Father Petrie Spence to go and leave ussh|, |shfeeding and sleeping on the
huguenottessh| |shand raiding |arevelations
revolationsa| over the allbegneses (sand us and saintº us and sound as agun).sh|+|2| Yet still in all
unlist I am getting foegutfulls of the rugiments of wildfire I was gamefellowº willmate and send
us victorias with nowells and brownings, dummº, sneak and curry, and all the fun I had in their fanagan's week. A strange man wearing abarrel.º And here's a gift of meggs. And as I live by chipping nortons. And 'tis iron fits the farmer, |2O ay2|. Themº were the hellscyown days for our fellows and we was the rawrecruitionersº, one long blue streak with hand to hand as Homard Kayenne was always jiggilyjugging about in his windowed courage when our way withº the wenches went wined for a song. And we all tuned in to hear the topmast noviality, drown the rinks and almistips all round. Paddy Bonhamme he vives! Encore! And tig for tag.º I did not give one humpenny dump touching those thusengaged slavey generales pronouncing their |2very2| flank movemens in sunprettysbosk.º |2|x|~Manover, manunder and plenty to plunder for lilly boleros when boulette's a law! The games what made our old woman umpire,~| |aforfeits |~forfaits~|a| |~for me, forkits for ye and a Nasp in his bed's for boney, man.~|x|2| And eyedulls or earwakers, preyers for rain or comminationsº, I did not care three tanker's hootsº for any feelings from my lifeprivates on their reptrograd
leaninsº because I have my soeurs assisters and she can belle the troth on her alliance and I know my medam colonel and they would never let me down. And I never let him doom till up come stumblebum
with the same old domstoole story (whitesides do his beard!) and I seen his offensive (odious!º) and, my oreland for a roliver, by the splunthers of colt and bung goes the enemay,º the Percy rally got me, sir. I insurrectioned and I shuttm. Tumbleheaver!
taff |2— (|shtoo wellbred not to ignore the unzemlianessº of the preceedings, in an effort towards autosotorisationº effaces himself in favour of the idiology alwise behounding his bump off homosodalismsh|):2| I'm believer. Andº ballyclaver of ye, bragadore-gunneral. The grand old spider! You were shutter reshottusº and sieger besieged. |2A race of fiercemarchands countre a nation of shorpshoopers.2|
butt |2— (|shmiraculising into the Dann Deafir
warcry as sh |shhe shouts his thump and foul fingures up the heighohs of their ahs!sh|):2|
|+2Bloodymuddymuzzle! Bluddymuddymuzzle!+|2| Kaptan (backsightsº to his bared!),
His Embulence the frustrateº
fourstar |2Russkacruscan Russkakruscanº2|, |2Dom2| Allaf O'Khorwan, connunderumcheff.
taff |2— (who has been sulphuring |ato himselfa|
|shall the pungataries
of sin prakticesh| in failing to furrow theogonies of the dommed):2| And the name of the most marsiful, the gragious one! In sobber sooth and in souber civiles? And to the dirtimentº of the curtailment of his lower man?
butt |2— (deturbaned but he will be after making |sha bashman's halodaysh| out of his |shdie and be diademmedsh|):2| In sabre tooth and sombre saviles! |2|x|~|shThe Uralya gone bucker! The Oriley go braw!sh|~|x| |shThatº he leaves nyet is my grafe.sh|2| With my bowº on armer and hits leg an arrow cockshock hoodrobin.