FINNEGANS WAKE

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transition proofs, 3rd set, May 1928, §2A draft level 10, 10'

MS British Library 47483 194-200; Buffalo VI.F.6 1-8, UWisconsin 1-4 Draft details

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Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, next halted to fetch a breath, the first leg of his nightstride being pulled through, and to loosen (let God's son now be looking down on to the poor preambler!) both of his bruised brogues that were plainly made a good bit before his hosen were at the weir by Lazar's Walk (for far and wide, as broad as he was long, was he noted for his humane treatment of any kind of abused footgear), a matter of maybe nine score or so barrelhours' distance off, as truly he merited to do. He was there, I could planimetrically see, when I took a closer look at him, that was to say, greatly altered for the brighter though still the graven image of his squarer self as he was used to be, perspiring but happy notwithstanding his foot was still asleep on him, the way he thought by the holy januarious he had a bullock's hoof in his buskin, with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untranscended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a butterblond warden of the peace, one comestabulish Sigurdsen, who, buried upright like the Osbornes, had tumbled slumbersomely on sleep at night duty behind the curing station, equilebriated amid the embracings of a monopolised bottle.
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Now, there were as many as twentynine hedgedaughters out of Saint Brigid's national nightschool (for I seemed to remember how it was still a look before you leap year) learning their antemeridian lesson of life, beseated as they were upon the brinkspondy, attracted to the rare sight of the first human yellowstone landmark while they paddled away keeping time magnetically with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolyfool jouay allo misto posto,
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all barely in their typtap teens, describing a charming dactylogram of nocturnes though repelled by the snores of the log who looked stuck to the sod as ever and oft, when liquefied, he murmoaned |10abasourdly10| in his Dutchener's native, visibly unmoved, over his treasure trove for the crown: Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy smuggy flasky!

Jaun (after he had in the first place doffed a hat with a reinforced crown and bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise of goodwill girls |10'on their best beehiviour10'| who all they were girls all rushing |10'sowarmly10'| for the post to read his kisshands, kittering all about, rushing and making a tremendous girlsfuss over him pellmale and his rosyposy smile, mussing his frizzy hair and the gollywog curls of him all done in loveletters like a trayful of cloudberry tartlets and smilingly smelling, pair and pair about, broad by bread and slender to slimmer, the nice perfumios that came peeling off him (nice!) which was angelic simply, savouring of wild thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs (O nice!) |10'asinging to his stamen and apetting of his pistilº10'| and feeling his full fat pouch for him so tactily and jingaling his jellybags, for he was just the killingest ladykiller all by kindness now you, Jaun, asking kindlily (hillo, missies!) after their howareyous at all with those of their dollybegs, and where's Agatha's lamb? and how are the two columbillas?) next went on (finefeelingfit!) to drop a few stray remarks anent their personal appearances and the contrary tastes displayed in their tight kittycasques and their smart frickyfrockies, asking coy one after |10'sly sloy10'| one had she read Irish legginds and gently reproving one that the ham of her hom could be seen below her hem and whispering another aside that the hook of her hum was open a bittock at her back, to have a side-eye to that, hom, and all of course just to fill up a form out of pure human kindness |10'and in a sprite of fun,10'| for Jaun, by the way, was by way of becoming (I think, I hope he was) the most purely human being that ever was called man. Jaun, after those few prelimbs, made out through his horoscope the apparition of his fond sister Izzy, for he knowed his love by her waves of splabashing and she showed him proof by her way of blubushing, nor could he forget her so tarnelly easy as all that since he was brotherbesides her bennydick godfather and heaven knows he thought the world and his life of her, poor, good, true, Jaun.
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— Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express cordiality, marked by clearance of diction and general delivery, as he began to take leave of his scholastica at once so as to gain time with deep affection, we honestly believe you soeurly will miss us the moment we exit yet we feel as a martyr to the |10'discharge dischurch10'| of |10'all10'| duty that it is about time, by Harry, we would shove off to stray on our long last journey and not be the load on ye. This is the gross proceeds of your teachings in which we were raised, you, Sis, that used to write to us the exceeding nice letters for presentation and would be telling us anon (full well do we wont to recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of homespinning and derringdo and dieobscure and daddyho, those tales which reliterately whisked oft our heart so narrated by thou|10, gesweest,10| to perfection, our pet pupil of the whole rhythmetic class and the mainsay of our erigenal house, the time we younkers twain were fairly tossing ourselves (O Phoebus! O Pollux!) in bed, having
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been laid up with Castor's oil on the Parrish's syrup (the night we well remember) for to share our hard suite of affections with thee.

Now then, |10'after this introit,10'| my galaxy girls, quiproquo of directions to henservants I was asking his advice |10'on the strict T.T.10'| from Father Mike, P.P., my |10'orational10'| dominican (buyd the birds, he was saying sermon |10'|aand confidencesºa| petween peesº like ourselves in so |aand soºa| many nuncupiscent words10'| about |10'how he had justº been confarreating teat-à-teatº with two viragos intactas andº10'| what an awful life he |10'had led10'|, poorish priced, |10'and and how th and whatº a lawful day it was|a, there and then,a| for a consommation with an effusion and how|a, by all the |blares, manies and penates |~many manny~| larries ate pignattiesb|, how a|10'| he'd marry me flying |10'any old buckling time10'| as quick as he'd look at me), and I am giving youth now |10'in words of style 10'| mikeadvice |10'as |athese thosea| words he said to me. Come all ye dimsel damselsº, |~and~| siddle down and |~list to me, listle all!~| Follow me close! Keep me in view! Study me saries!10'| |10which is be a gentleman without a duster to a parlour without a spitch10|. During our brief |10'absence apsence10'| |10from this furtive |afeugtiga| season10| adhere to as many as probable of the ten commandments and in the long run they will prove for your better guidance along your path of right of way. |10'The same or similar to be kindly observed within the |~dietisets affianced dietcess~| from Manducare Monday up till farrier's siesta in |~China china~| dominos. |aWords taken from the pen of our greatest inkerman.a|10'| Never miss a bride's mass for the couple in Myles you chance to blindworship. Never curse good pork of a bad friday. Never let a hog of the hill trample underfoot your lily of Killarney. Never play lady's game for the Lord's stake. Never lose your heart away till you win his diamond back. Make a strong point of never kicking up your rumpus |10over the scroll end of sofas10| in the Dar Bey Coll |10Cafeteria10| by tootling risky apropos songs at commercial travellers' smokers for their columbian nights entertainments the like of White limbs they never stop teasing |10or Minxy was a Manxmaid when Murry woreº a Manº10|. And, by the by, is it you goes |10'biting biscuits bisbuiting |~His~| Esaus and Cos10'| and then throws them bag in the box? |10'Why,º the tin's nearly empty.10'| First, thou shalt not smile. Twice, thou shalt not love. Lust, thou shalt not commix idolatry. Never park your brief stays in the men's convenience. Never clean your buttoncups with your dirty pair of saucers. Never ask your first person |10'where's the your10'| quickest |10'way cut10'| to our last place. |10'Never let the promising hand usemake free of your |~oncemade oncemaid~| sacral. |aThe soft side of the axe!a|10'| Never slip the silver key through your gate of golden age. |10Ere you sail foreget my prize.10| Never christen medlard apples till a swithin is in sight. |10'Wet your thistle where a weed is and you'll rue it,º despyneediesº.10'| Especially beware,
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please, of being at a party to any demoralising home life. That saps a chap. |10'Keep |acoola| faith in the firm,º have warm hoep in the house and begin |~from home frem athome~| to be chary of charity.10'| Recollect the |10perils yella perals10| that beset green |10girls gerils10|, Rhidarhoda and Daradora, once they get hobbyhorsical, playing breeches parts |10for Bessy Sudlow10| in fleshcoloured pantos instead of |10'|~blank earthing~| down in the coalhole10'| trying to boil the |10old gun's10| |10'big Gunne'sº10'| dinner. |10Leg-before-Wicked lugged-b lags-behind-Wall |ahere wherea| here Mr Whicker whacked a great fall. Femorafamilla feeled it a candleliked but Hayes, Conyngham and Robinson sware it's an egg. Forglim mick aye! Stay, forestand and tillgive it!º10| Remember the biter's bitters I shed the hour I buried our Harlotte |10K. |aQuay Quaiºa|10| from poor Mrs |10Mangan's Mangain's10| of Britain court. |10'|aSold in her |bhayday heydayb|, laid in the straw, |bsold boughtb| for one puny petunia.a| Moral:º if you can't point a lily get to henna out of here!º10'| Put your swell foot downmost on lowcut shortwaists and ribbons of lace, limenick's disgrace. Sure what is it on the whole only holes tied together and the merest transparent washingtones to make |10'Languid Lola's10'| lingery longer? Whalebones and buskbutts may hurt you but never lay bare your breast secret to joy Jonas in the Dolphin's Barncar. And now reappears Artist Algy, the pulcherman, stated to be well
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known in |10and near10| the ciudad of Buellas Arias, |10'taking you to the |aplayhouse playguehousea| to see the |aunread Smirchingsºa| of |~Venus and Venus,º~|10'| |10introducing you to Hogarth andº10| asking |10you in a very low voice10| won't you pose in your nudies as a local esthetic before voluble old |10masters. mastersº Bottisillyº and Titteretto and Vergognese and Coraggio!10| |10'And the |~valses of Lewd Boylan volses of lewd Buylan,º for innocence~|!10'| All blah! |10'Put off the old man at the very font and get |arighta| on with the young fellow round the back.10'| Stick wicks in your earshells when you hear the prompter's voice. Look on a boa in his beauty and you'll nevermore wear your strawberry leaves. |10'Rely on the relic.10'| What bondman ever you bind on earth I'll be bound 'twas combined in hemel. |10Keep airly hores and the worm is yores. Go Go to doss with the poulterer and shake up with the milkman milchmand.10| The Sully van vultures are on the prowl. And the hailies fingring maries. |10'Secret satieties and onanymous letters make the great unwatched as bad as their betters.10'| Don't on any account acquire a paunchon for the fagend habit of chumming together with the pairs of couples in Mr Tunnelly's halldoorways in the end to commit acts of
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interstipital indecency as between twineties and tapegarters under the coverfew act. Three minutes, I'm counting you! Woooooon! |10'Give me that when I tell you!10'| And is that any place to be smuggling his |10'madam's10'| apples up? |10'Gee wedge!10'| Begor, I like the way they're half cooked. |10'Don't encourage |aFlay Hold, flay, grill, firea|10'| that laney feeling for kosenkissing |10dysgenicallyº10| within the proscribed limits like Population Peg does be doing to Temptation Tom. |10|aAtsk Atkingsº questions in barely and snakking smuth like a nursemaid.a| |aWhile there's men-o'-war on the say there'll loves-o'-womenº on the do.a| Love, cisternbrothelly, if when properly disinfected |aand taken neatº |xin the generable wayx| upon retiring to roost a|,º does a felon good, suspiciously if if he has a slugger's liver. Butº10| I cannot belabour the point too ardently |10'(and I speak from inspiration)10'| that fetid spirits is the thief of prurities so none of your twenty rod cherrywhisks |10'atº the Cat and Rabbit10'|. |10'When the night'sº in May the and the moon shines |~Might. might.º~|10'| |10|aYou Wea| won't |ago to meeth ina| Navan till you try to give the Kellsfireclubº the goby. Hill or hollow, Hull or Hague!10| And beware how you dare of wet cocktails in Kildare or the |10'night same10'| may see your wedding driving home from your wake. Nor must you omit to screw the lid firmly on that jazz jiggery. |10'Ridewheeling |atoo that acclivisciouslya| up the Alps Rutland Rise |abefore and |binciting insightingb| rebellious winds inºa| the saunter of the city of Dunlop. Then breretonbiking on the free with your airs of go-be-dee |~& and~| your heels upon the handlebars.10'| Should you feel as though you needed healthy physicking exercise to flush your kidneys|10', you understand,10'| and move |10your bowels the bowel10|, lassy, why, out you go |10'on the dirt trackº10'| and skip. |10'Your |aPunt's punt'sa| perfume's only in the hatpinny shop beside the reek of the rawney.º10'| It's more important than air — I mean than food — air |10andº promotes that natural emotion10|. Likewise if I were in your unvelope shirt I'd keep my weathereye well cocked open for your furnished lodgers paying for their feed on tally with company and piano tunes. The too friendly friend sort from old Pannonia who |10mix himself so at home with the music and10| |10paws spanks spanks10| the ivory so lovely, Mistro Melosiosus MacShine MacShane, may soon prove your undoing and bane through the succeeding years of rain should you, whilst Jaun is from home, get used to basking in his loverslowlap
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when closeted together (it's not the thing, you know) with the calfloving selfseeker
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under the influence of woman, |10'disarranging your modesties and10'| fumbling with his forte paws in your bodice after your billydoos twy as a first go-off (take care, would you stray and split on me!) and going on doing his idiot every time you gave him his chance to get thick and play pigglywiggly, bilgetalking about your glad neck and the round globe and the white milk and the red raspberries (O horrifier!) and prying down furthermore to chance his lucky arm with his pregnant questions up to our past lives. It would be a whorable state of affairs altogether |10'for |atheº red columnistsº,a| Peterº Paragraph and Paulus Puff,º to get |~hold ahold~| of10'|, considering the marriage slump that's on |10this oil age10| and fleas three shillings a pint in the slack march of civilisation, were you|10', becoming guilty of intoxication,º10'| to have and to hold, to pig and to pay, direct connection with a prominent member of the vicereeking squad and in consequence |10'of the afore hereinunderº subpenas 10'| be flummoxed to the second degree by becoming a |10'detestificated10'| companykeeper on the dammymonde of Lucalamplight. Once and for all I'll have no college swankies (you see I am well voiced in love's arsenal so I have every reason to know |10'all those that rogues' gallery |~of~|10'| nightbirds and bitchfanciers, |10'lucky duffs and light lindsays, haughty hamiltons and gay gordons,10'| dosed|10', doctored10'|
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and otherwise, messing around skirts and what their fickling intentions look like, you make up your mind to that) trespassing on your danger zone in the dancer years. If ever I catch you at it, mind, it's you that will ketch it! I'll give it to you, hot, high and heavy! Or may the maledictions of Lousyfear fall like nettlerash on the white friar's father that converted from moonshine the fostermother of the first nancyfree that ran off after the trumpadour that mangled Moore's melodies and so upturned the tubshead of the stardaft journalwriter to inspire the prime finisher to fellhim the firtree out of which Cooper Funnymore planed the flat of the beerbarrel on which my grandydad's lustiest sat his
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seat of unwisdom with my |10'aunt's tante's10'| petted sister for the cause of his joy!

Poof! There's puff for ye, begorra|10, all abound me breadth10|! |10As broad as its lung and as long as a line!10| Whoo? Now something nice. Dear sister in perfect law again I say take a brokerly advice that we, Jaun, first of our name, here now make all receptacles of, free of price. Easy, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. |10'Be vacillant over those vigilant who would |alead leavea| you to |~believe belave~| black on white. Apply your |~mind five wits~| to the four |~verylatest verilatest~|.10'| Swear |10'aloud10'| by pious fiction the like of Lentil Lore by Carnival Cullen or Pease in Plenty by the Cury of Wars licensed and censered by Their Graces of Linzen and Petitbois|10', licet ut |aLebanon |~Lebanus lebanus~|a|,10'| for expansion on the promises. |10'Sifted science will do your arts good. Egg laid Laid by Former Cock and With Flageolettesº in Saint Fanciesland.10'| Trip |10'over sacramental tea10'| into the long lives of our saints |10'and |~sacerdotes saucerdotes ~|10'| cut short
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into instructual primers |10by those in authority10| for the bittermint of your soughts. Remember, maid, thou |10art but mustº art10| powder |10and but10| Cinderella thou |10shalt dustº10| return. Cog that out of your teen times, everyone! |10'How dare |ayea| be laughing out of your mouthshine at the lack of that?10'| Keep cool your fresh chastity which is far, far better, far. Sooner than part with that vestalite emerald of the first importance, descended to me by far from our family, which you treasure up so closely in the sanctuary where your nether extremes meet, nay, rather let the whole ekumene universe belong to merry Hal and do whatever his Mary well
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likes. |10'You can take all the lard you like |ain these lassitudesa| if you've parents and things to look after.10'| There's nothing to touch it|10', we are |~taught taucht~|,º10'| unless she'd care for a mouthpull of white pudding, for the wish is on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye. Guard that gem, Sissy, rich and rare, ses he. In this cold old worold who'll feel it? Hum! The jewel you're all so cracked about there's |10'funking flitty10'| few of them gets it, for there's nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to match it. Sing him a ring. Touch me low. And I'll lech ye so, my soandso. Show and show. Show on show. She. Shoe. Shone.

Divulge, sjuddenly jouted out hardworking Jaun, clenching his manlies|10', so highly strong was he,10'| and |10'gradually10'| quite warming to her, divulge unto me |10'I pray and say10'| the curname in undress of any lapwhelp |10'or sleevemongrel10'| who talks to you upon the road where he tuck you to be a roller, O, and volunteers to trifle with your roundlings without taking out his proper password
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from the eligible |10'minister ministriss10'| for affairs with the black fremdling, that enemay of our country, in a cleanlooking light and (I don't care a gothamm tongser's tammany hang who the mucky is |10'nor two hoots in |~a the~| corner nor three shouts on a hill10'|, were he even a constantineapolitan namesuch of my very own and like enoch to my townmajor ancestors, Rere Uncle Remus, the Baas of Eboracum, |s10ands10| Old Father Ulissabon Knickerbocker, the lanky Sire of Wolverhampton, about their bristolings) as true as there's a soke for sakes in Twoways Petersborough and sure as home we come to newsky prospeckt from west the wave on schedule time from the land of breach of promise, with March's pebbles spinning from beneath our footslips, rest insured that as we value the very name Insister that as soon as we do possibly it will be a poor lookout for that insister. He's a market man from that hour. And why do we say that, you may query me? Wrong! Because then probably we'll dumb well soon show him what the Shaun way is like how we'll go a long way towards breaking his outsider's face for him for making up to you and getting my ward's head under his chancery before feeling with his two dimensions for your nuptial dito. Ohibow, if I was Blonderboss I'd gooandfrighthisdualman! Now, we'll tell you what we'll do |10'to be sicker10'| instead of compensation. We'll burst his mouth like Leary to the Leinsterface. You'll hear him calling you, bump, like a |10'blitz blizz10'|, in the muezzin of the turkest night. That'll be it, even should I have to coomb the brash of the libs round |s10Patrick's close Close Saint Patrices10| to lay my louseboob on his
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behaitch like Toss. I have his |10'quoram of10'| images all on my retinue, Mohomadhawn Mike. Brass up! Moreover, after that bad manners to me if I don't think strongly about giving the brotherkeeper into custody to the first policewoman |10cunstable10| in the field I might chance to |10follow follopon10|. Or for that matter if I get the wind up what do you bet I mightn't even take it into my head to swing for your perfect stranger in the meadow of heppiness and then wipe the street up with the clonmellian? Take warning! It should prove more or less of an event. |10'He'll have pansements then for his pensamiento!10'| In which case I'll not be complete in fighting lust until I contrive to half kill your Charley you're my darling for you and send him to Surgeon Hume|10', the algebrist,10'| before his appointed time particularly should he turn out to be a man in brown about town of about fiftysix or so, with perhaps five feet eight, the usual X Y Z type, |10'R.C. strict T.T. R.C.,º Toc H10'|, nothing but claret, with a toothbrush moustache |10'and jaw |acrockery crockeries,ºa| alias grinner through collar,º10'| and of course no beard, meat and mustard suit, washing tie, sipping some Wheatley's on a barstool, always trying to buy movables by monthlies for to put in a new house to loot, cigarette in his holder, with a good job and pension in Buinness's, blueygreen eyes a bit scummy and so on, |10'general omnibus character with a dash of railway brainº, |astale cough and an occasional twinge of claudication,a|10'| having his favourite |10|afecund class fecundclassa|10| family of upwards of a decade to boot and care for.

So let it be a knuckle or an elbow. And lest there be no misconception|10, Miss Forstowelsy,10| over who to fasten the |10squaller plightforlifer10| on |10when |ahe the nice little smellara| starts squalls in his crydle what |ahe'll squeal in the |bdirtyb| old bigger'll be squealing througha| his coughin,º10| you better keep in the |10gunbarrel10| straight (you baggage, do you hear what I'm praying?) or, Gosh, I'll be all over you myselx
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|10horizontally10| for knocking me |10'with my name10'| and yourself and your babybag down |10'with a rap of the |~gavel gabble~|10'| to a third price |10party cowhandler10| as cheap as the niggerd's dirt |10'(for sale!)10'| or I'll smack your jujube lips well for you so I will well for you if you don't keep a civil tongue in your pigeonhouse. I'll teach you bed manners tip for tap not to be playing your oddaugghter tangotricks with micky dazzlers if I find |10'your hair corsehairs on your riverfrockº10'| and the seatside of your burberry |10'all lupitally10'| covered with chaff and shavings. |10'You'll ging nae maer wi' Wolf the Ganger!º10'| |10Lonely went to play your mother, isod? Hay, the dot's a doll yarn! Mark means mean then!10| I'll homeseek you|10', Luperca,º |aas sure as there's a palatine in Limerick |b|~or a ludatic in the nasylum~|b|,ºa|10'| and|10', inº
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stript conference
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10'| here's how|10, if you'reº my rodeo rodeo |agirl gella|10|. |10'Nerbu de Bios!º If yousº twos goes to walk upon the railway, God and I'll goad to beat behind the bush. Snip! I'll tear up your limpshades and lock all your tailors in the closet, I will, and cut your silkskin into garters. |~I I'll~| have |shplenarysh| sadisfaction|~, plays the bishop,~| for your partial's indulgences.º10'| For I'll just draw my prancer and give up one splitpuck in the crupper|10', you understand,10'| that will bring the warm blush of shame to your hindmost |10'till you yelp papapardon10'| |10and radden your rhodatantarumsº10| (do you hear me now, lickspoon, and stop looking at your bussycat bow in the slate?) that you won't obliterate for the bulkier part of a |10'running10'| year, failing to give a good account of yourself, if you think I'm so tan cupid as all that. |10'Lights out now (bouf!), tight and sleep on it!º10'| And that's how I'll bottle your greedypuss beautibus for ye, me bullin heifer, for 'tis I that have the |10pair peer10| of arrams that carry a wallop between them.

How (from the sublime to the ridiculous) times out of oft, my future, shall we think with deepest of love and recollection by introspection of thee
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but me far away on the pillow breathing fondly o'er my names all through the empties whilst moidhered by the rattle of the doppeldoorknockers. Our poet puts it somewhere better. You're sitting on me style, maybe, whereoft I helped yous ore. Littlegame girl from Liffeyslidebank you fill a big roomy corner in this unadulterated seat of our affections. Sevenheavens O heaven! Iy waount yiou! Yore ways to melittleme were wonderful so Ick am purseproud in sending yum loveliest pansiful thoughts touching me dash in-you through wee dots Hyphen, the so pretty arched godkin of beddingnights. How I shall should I survive as, please the uniter of U.M.I. hearts, I am living in hopes to do, replacing mig wandering handsup in yawers, |10'so yeager forº |~me mich,~|10'| positively cover the two pure cheeks of your comely plumpcake with sugary kissings hong, kong, and so gong that I'd scare the bats out of the ivfry one of those muggy mornings, honestly, by my rantandog and daddyoak, I will, become come coming when, upon the mingling of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like massive mountains to part no more, you will there and then |10'in those happy moments10'| of our your soft accord rainkiss on me back for full marks with shouldered arms and in that united I.R.U. state when |10'|~on the same~| old |~dear worbbling~| d |~Dorimez sofa, lassie, we sprung of old~|10'| I come (teuf! teuf!) wildflier's fox into my own green geese again swap sweetened smugs six of one for half a dozen of the other when cherries next come back to Ealing as come they must as they musted in their past as they must for my pressing season as hereinafter must they chirrywill immediately pending on my safe return to ignorance and bliss with my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the way ye'll hardly know me.

'Tis post purification we will and render social service, missus. Let us all ignite |10'in our prepurgatory grade10'| as aposcals
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and help our Jakeline sisters clean up the hogshole. Burn only what's Irish, accepting their coals. Write me |10'an essay yourº essayestº but10'| cursorily for Henrietta' sake on |10'mortinatality orº10'| the life of jewries and the sludge of King's at its height running boulewards over the whole of it. |10'I'd |~right write~| it all by mownself if I only had here of my jolly young |aWaterman |~Watermen watermen~|a|.10'| Bear in mind, by Michael, all the provincials' bananas and elacock eggs making drawadust jubilee along Henry, Moore, Earl and Talbot streets. Luke at all the memmer manning he's dung for the prey of birds|10', our priest-mayor-king-merchant,10'| strewing the Castleknock road |10and till the first glimpse of Wales and from Ballses Breach Harshoe up to Dumping's Corner with10| the Marist |10'fathers Fathers eleven versus White Friars elevensº10'| out on a rogation stag party. Compare them caponchin trowlers otiosely with the Bridges of Belches in Fairview, |10east noreast10| Dublin's favourite |10souwest10| wateringplace, and ump as you lump it. |10'Explain why there |aare so many is such a number |~of~|a| orders of religion inº |~Asa? Asa!~| Why such an |aorder |~other order~|a| number in preference to any |~order other~| number? Why any number in any order at all? |a|bWhich |~Why Where~|b| is the greenest island |~off of~| the |bblackb| |~coasts coats~| of |bSpain Spaignb|? Overset into universal: I am perdrix |~& and~| upon my pet ridge.a| Hailfellow some wellmet boneshaker or trust and10'| |10|+Take take+| the Drumgondola tram and, wearing the trotteur and vestee endorsed by the hierarchy |aand fitted with ecclasticsa|,10| |10Stand stand10| on, say, Aston's, at, suppose, the hoyth of number eleven, let us say, Kane or Keogh's, along quayth a copy of the Seeds and Weeds Act, when you have procured one for yourself,
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and I advise you strongly to take a good longing gaze into any nearby shopswindow you may select and in the course of about thirtytwo minutes' time proceed to turn aroundabout on your heehills towards the previous causeway and I shall be very cruelly mistaken indeed if you will not be jushed astonushed to see how you will be meanwhile durn well topcoated with cakes of slush occasioned by the mush jam of the crosse and blockwalls traffic in transit. |10'Where's Cowtends Kateclean, the woman with the muckrake?10'| When will the W.D. face of our muckloved city|10', crawling with mendiants,10'| get its wellbelavered whitewish? Who'll disasperaguss Pape's Avignue or who'll uproose the Opian Way? |10'Who'll brighton Bray and bait the Bull and never despair of Dublin?10'| 'Tis an ill weed blows no poppy good. And this labour's worthy of my higher. |10If I hope not charity what profiteers me? Nothing?10| Do you know what, little girls? One of those days I am advised to positively strike off hiking for good and all until such time loiter on as some mood is made to get me an increase of automoboil and footwear |10'(though where it's going to come from this time |~º~|)10'| as I sartunly think now, honest to John, for an income plexus that that's about the sanguine boundary limit.

Sis dearest, Jaun added, |10'with voise |~somewas musky, somewhit murky,º ~| as he turned his dorse to her to |~make pay~| court to it,10'| melancholic this time, whiles his onsaturncast eyes in stellar attraction followed swift to an imaginary swellaw, O, the vanity of Vanissy! All ends vanishing! Personally, Grog help me, I am in no violent hurry. If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them. |10'I'll nose a blue |ahare fonxa| with any |~trusunread tristys~| blinking upon this earthlight |aof |~all~| them that pass by the way of the |~Deer Drive deerdrive ~|a| but10'| I'd turn back as lief as not if I could only |10'find spoonfind10'| the |10'nippy10'| girl of my heart's appointment|10', Monaº Vera Toutou |~Ippostila Ipostila~|, my lady of Lyons,10'| to guide me by gastronomy under her safe conduct. |10'That's more in my line.10'| I'd ask no kinder of fates than to stay where I am, |10'under the invocation of Saint James Hanway, servant of Gamp, lapidated,10'| leaning on my cubits, at this passing moment by localoption in the birds' lodging |10'the meº10'| pheasants among, |10'with me hares standing up well and me longears dittoes10'| till well on into the bosom of the exhaling night, picking stopandgo jewels out of the hedges and catching |10'dimtop10'| brilliants on the tip of my wagger for them breezes zipping
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round by Drumsally do be devils to flirt. I could sit on one side till the bark of the day |10for hoopoe's hours10|, laughing lazy at the sheep's lightning, |10'hearing the mails across the |anight nightriverºa| (peepet! peepet!) and whippoorwillyº in the woody (moor park! moor park!)|a,º as |~peaceful peacefed~| as a philopotamus,a|10'| |10|aand and crekking jugs at the grenoulls,a| leaving tea for the trout and |abeleeks belleeksa| for the wary,º10| till I'd followed through my upfielded nephewscope the rugaby moon cumuliously goarolling himself westasleep amuckst the cloudscrums for to watch how carefully my nocturnal goosemother
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would lay her new golden sheegg for me down under in the shy orient. What wouldn't I |10give poach10||10my socks the rent in my riverside10|, my |10otther10| shoes, my |10shirt beavery10|, honest! — for a |10dace10| feast of grannom with the finny ones, flashing down the swansway, leaps ahead of the Swift MacEels and the pursewinded carpers, rearin antis |10long rood10| perches |10astern astench10| of me, or, when I'd like own company best, with the help of a norange and bear, to be reclined on my |10other logansome10| by the lasher, with the jealosomines wilting away to their heart's deelight and the king of saptimber letting down his |10special humely10| odours for my consternation, burning water in the spearlight or catching trophies of the king's royal college of sturgeons by the armful for to bake |10pie pike10| and pie while, O twined me abower in L'Alouette's Tower, |10'all Adelaide's |~naughtingirls naughtingerlsº~| juckjucking benightº me,10'| I'd tonic my twentyfour Dorian blackbirds off my singasongapiccolo to play musical airs, I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up there, yes see, I double give. |10'Isn't that lovely though? I give to me alone I double give!10'| And what sensitive coin I'd be possessed
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of |10'at Latouche's10'|, begor, I'd sink it sumtotal|10', every
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dolly farting
, in vestments
10'| in subdominal poteen at prime cost and I |10bet bait10| you the whole ounce you half on your backboard that I'm the gogetter that'd make it pay like cash registers. And|10, what with one man's fischº and a dozen men'sº poissons,10| I'd come out |10'with my |~magic's magic~| fluke10'| |10in close time, fair, free and frisking,10| zooming tophole on the mart as a factor. And I tell you the Bectives wouldn't hold me. |10By the unsleeping |aSalman Solmana|, |a|bthe yeb| god of little pescies,a|10| |10Nothing nothing10| would stop me. |10Not the Ulster Rifles and the Cork Milice and the Dublin fusees and the Connacht Rangers ensembled!10| |10'For money makes multimony like the brogues and the kishes.º10'| Yip! |10'How's thatº for |askat scats, mine shatz, for a lovebirda|? |aTo funk is only peternatural, it'sº daring feers divine.a| Bebold!10'| |10Like Varian's,º sweeping all behind me.10| And, zoom, before you knew where you weren't I stake my ignitial's davy|10', |~cache-and-cache-can-again cash-and-cash-can-again~|,10'| I'd be staggering humanity and loyally rolling you over, my spouse, in tons of red clover, fiehigh and fiehigher and fiehighest |10'again. of all.10'| I'd spoil you altogether. |10'Not a spot of my but hide but you'd love to seek |~& and~| scan again!º10'| There'd be no standing me, I tell you. And as gameboy as my pagan name is what it is I'd never say let fly till I'd plant you, my Gizzygay, on the electric |10'dorimez sofa ottoman , lassie,10'| in the lap of lechery among the most uxuriously furnished compartments |10'with sybarate chambers 10'| just as I'd run my shoestring into near a million of them as a firstclass dealer and everything. Only for one thing, that I'd be awful anxious|10', you understand,10'| about Shoepisser Pluvius and |10'in assideration of10'| the terrible
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|10colds luftsucks10| playing around in the |10coold10| amstophere till the bording that would perish the Dane and his chapter of accidents to be atramental to the better half of my alltoolyrical health, not considering my capsflap, and that's the truth now out of the cackling bag, for truly sure I never could tell the least falsehood that would truthfully give sotisfiction. I'm not talking apple sauce |10either eithou10|. |10'Or up in my hat.10'| |10I'm earnest I earnst10|. |10'Fschue!º10'|

Sissibis dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago in Tennis Flonnels MacCourther|10'|a, his correspondenceº,a| besated upon my tripos,10'| and
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just thinking like thauthor how long I'd like myself to be continued |10'at Hothelizod looking peeking10'| into the |10'fire fuocusº |~& and~| pecking at thumbnail reveries10'|, 'tis tramsported with grief I am by this night sublime as you may see by my size and my brow that's all forehead to go |10'forth,º10'| free |10'and happy from our |anostory |~no story nostorey~|a| houseº10'| upon this benedictine errand, but it is |10'historically10'| the most glorious mission|10', |~sacred or profane secret or profund~|, in through10'| all |10'the annals ofº10'| our — as you so often term |10'it her10'| — efferfreshpainted |10'history livy|a, in |bhappy beautificb| repose,º upon the silence of the dead,a| from Pharophº the |afirst nextfirsta| down to Rameschecklesº the lastbustº thing10'|. |10'The Vico road goes round and round to meet where |~ends terms~| begin.10'| Still|10', onappealedº to by the cycles and unappalledº fromº by the recoursers,º10'| we feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full of my breadth from pride I am for 'tis a grand thing |10'(superb!)10'| to be going to meet a king, not an everynight king, nenni, by gannies, but the overking of Hither and Thither Erin himself, pardee, I'm saying. Before there was a man at all on Ireland there was a lord at Lucan. We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are of everything in the newlywet fellow that's bound to follow. I'll lay you a guinea for a hayseed now. Tell mother that. 'Twill amuse her.

Well, to the figends with the wholeabolish business! The fine ice of these our temperate times are not so far off as you might wish to be congealed. So now, I'll ask of you let ye create no scenes in my poor |10primmafore's10| wake. I don't want yous to be billowfighting your biddy moriarty duels over me till you spit stout|10', you understand, after soused mackerel10'| nor your ugly lemoncholic gobs round the hobs |10'with your rags up 10'| |10turning breakfartsº into soupirs,º10| nor your flabbies on your groaning chairs of a |10'bluemonday bluemoondag,º praying Jaun Dyspeptist10'| |10while Ole Clo goes through the wood with Shep togather |alooking toutinga| for Goodboy Sommers10| when it's my |10'wildmoney's10'| benefit, robbing leaves out of my taletold book. Once upon
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a drunk and a fairly good drunk it was and the rest of your blatherumskite. Just a plain shays by the fire for |10'absentee absenterº Jaun Sh the Po10'| and I'll make ye all an eastern beauty of myself the moment that you name the way. Cheer up all round, let ye all, while I stray and let ye not be getting grief out of it on my poor headsake even should we forfeit our life. Some time very presently now when yon clouds are dissipated after their forty years' shower the odds are we shall all be |10'gone hooked10'| and happy together among the fieldnights elycean in the land of lost of time. So cut out the lonesome stuff! Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart as you like. Parting's fun. Laugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading ye between lines that do have no sense at all. |10'I sign myself. With much leg.10'| Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht the Shorn. |10'To be continued.10'| Huck!

Something of a sidesplitting nature must have occurred to westminstrel Jaunathaun for a grand big hearty stenorious laugh hopped out of him at the bare thought of how jolly they'd like to be rolling his hoop and all of them truetotypes were just starting to spladher splodher with the jolly magorios, hicky hecky hock, huges huges huges, hughy hughy hughy, O'Jaun, so jokable and so geepy, O, when suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mercury, he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of the earth!) and finally he replied:

— There is something more. All I can tell you is this, |10'little sisters my sorellies10'|. It's prayers in layers all the thumping time, begor, in the suburrs of the heavenly gardens. |10'|aIf you want to be felixed come and be parked.a| Sacred ease thereº! The Seanadº and |~pobbelqeue's pobbelqueue'sº~| remainder.10'| No petty family squabbles up there, cupahurling nor apuckalips nor no nothing. |10'Eirenyº allover Irelandsº. Hogmanny d'ye gutº? Hogmanny d'ye |asmelly gut smellygutºa|? And hogmanny d'ye smellyspatterygutº?10'| You take Joe Hanny's tip for it. Post Mortem is the goods. With Jollification a good second. |10'|aToborrow and toburrowº |~& and~| tobarrow!ºa| |aThat's our crass, hairy |~& and~| evergrim life!a| |aWe may |bbegin with come|~, touch and go,~| fromb| atoms and ifs,º but we're |~surely odd's with presurely destined to be odd's without~| ends.a| Here starve we we moult in Moy Kain |a|~& and~| flopa| on the seemy side,º |a|bhardly livingb| sure of |bhardlyb| a doorstep for a stopgap, with Whogoesthere |~& and~| |bhis a liveb| sandbag round the corner.ºa| |~but there But upmeyant ~| 'tis you sprout all |~youre Abel your abel~| and woof your wings |ato Hyam Huam, deadº certain |bhoweverb| of |bnothing neuthing whateverb| to |bsay ayeb| forever,º at |~with Hyam's Huam while Hyam Huam'sº~| in the chaira|.10'| Ah, sure, pleasantries aside, |10'in the tail of the cow10'| what a humptydaum earth looks our miseryme heretoday as compared beside the hereweareagain gaieties of the afterpiece when |10'the |aRoyala| Revolver of theº |areala| globoes lets |aregallya| fire of his mio colpo for10'| |10the Chrisman's pandemome is over and10| the harlequinade begins properly |10spqueaking spquearking10|. |10'Mark Time's finist joke. Putting Allspace in a Notshall.º10'|

Well, home cooking everytime. And I feel twice |10'as stewhard10'| what I felt before when I'm after eating a few natives. I |10'enjoyed ingoyed10'| your pick of hissing hot luncheon fine, I did, (sublime!). Tenderest bully ever I ate with the boiled |10Protestants protestants (allinoilia,º allinoilia!)10| only for your peas |10'again10'| was a |10'bit too taste tooth10'| psalty and return
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with my best savioury condiments and a penny in the plate for the james. For quid we have recipimus, recipe, O lout! And save that|10', Oliviero,10'| for thy sunny day! |10'|aRemove this boardcloth!a| Next |atime stage a| |afor a varietya| I'll try |acrackling a potroast|b, grilled over birchenboughs,b| witha| a few bloomancowls in albies. |aI want to get outside monasticism.a| |aMass and meat |~hinder mar~| no man's journey. Eat a missal lest.a|10'| All the vitalmines is beginning to sozzle and very presently from now posthaste it's off |10your'll yourllº10| see me |10roll ryuoll10| on my usual rounds again to draw Terminus Lower and Killadown and the roomiest house even in Ireland, if you can understamp that, and my next item's platform it's how I'll try and collect my extraprofessional postages owing to me by Thaddeus Kellyesque Squire, dr, for nondesirable printed matter. But I know what I'll do. Great pains off him I'll take and that'll be your redletterday calendar, window machree. I'll knock it out of him! I'll stump it out of him! I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll quit the doorstep of
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old Con Connolly's residence! By the horn of twenty of both of the two Saint Collopys blackmail him I will in arrears or my name's not penitent Ferdinand! And it's daily and hourly I'll nurse him till he pays my fine fee.

Well, Here's looking at ye! If I never leave you biddies I'd be tempted |10'rightly rigidly10'| to become a father. Ye can stop as ye are, little |10lay10| mothers, and wait in wish and wish in vain till the grim reaper draws nigh as a blessing in disguise. Devil a curly hair I care. If any marauding Clod Dewvale was to try to hold me up, dicksturping me and relieving me of my rights to my onus, yan, tyan, tethera, methera, pimp, I'd let him have my best pair of galloper's heels in his creamsourer. He will have better manners. I'm dished if he won't. Console yourself, drawhure deelish! There's a refond of eggsized coming to
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you out of me so mind you do me duty on me! And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, Oneday truly, Twosday newly, till Whensday. Look for me always at my west |10and I will think to thine10|. A tear or two in time is all there's toot. And then in a click of the clock, toot toot, and |10'off |atoff toff doff doffa|10'| we pop with |10'sinners sinnerettes10'| in |10'silks silkettes10'| lining longroutes for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation. To |10'who! whoosh?10'|

|10'Of course, Meesh, meesh! Of cours Yesº, pet.º I understand,º10'| but listen, drawher nearest, Tizzy intercepted, flushing but flashing from her dove and dart eyes as she tactilifully grabbed her male corrispondee to fluster |10sweet nunsongs10| in his quickturned ear. I know, benjamin brother, but listen, I want to whisper my wish. Of course, engine dear, I'm ashamed for my life over this lost moment's gift of memento nosepaper which I'm sorry, my precious, is allathome I |10'with grief10'| can call my own but all the same, listen, Jaunick, accept this widow's mite, though a little
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weeny piece torn in one place, from my hands in second place of a linenhall |10'valentine valentino10'| with my fondest |10'and much left10'| to tutor. X.X.X.X. It was heavily indulgenced for young Father Michael and you know who between us by your friend the pope, forty ways in forty nights, |10look, scene it, ratty,10| and, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my fiancy and bear it with you morn till life's e'en and, of course, |10when when never10| you make usage of it, listen, please kindly think |10'galways,º10'| again or again, never forget, of one absent one, not |10sister sester10| Maggy |10'|~as she's daughter of Clare~|10'|. |10'And this, Joke, a sprig of blue speedwell,º just a spell of floralora so you'll mind your veronique.10'| Of course, Jer, I know you know who sends it on the face of the waters like that romance in the magginbottle. Of course, please write, won't you, and, thank you, forward it back by return |10pigeon's pneu10| in case |10'I couldn't think who it was or10'| any funforall happens so as I'll know |10'etherways10'| |10for pity bleu10| what exquisite buttons in case I don't hope soon to hear from you as I am given now to understand it will be worth my price in money one day so I can live simply and solely for my wonderful hair. And listen to it! |10'It |aAbsolutely perfect!a| I will pack my comb and mirror |ato |~practice praxis~| myº oval ohs |~& and~| artless ahsa| and it10'| will follow you |10'publicly pulpicly10'|
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under all my eyes |10'like my sapphire chaplets of ringarosary10'| I will |10'say for you and solve quipuº while the dovedoves peck my mouthbuds (msch! msch!)10'| with nurse |10'Maggy, Madge,10'| she's a fright, poor |10girl old dutch10|, |10'in her sleeptalking |~in and ~| her hessians I call her Sosy10'| but she's nice, |10'considering she breaks inº me shoes for me when I've arch trouble,º10'| |10but apart from that she's nice really, my sistherº,10| round the elbow of Erne Street Lower and I'll be strictly forbidden always and true in my own way and private |10'where I will long long to betrue you along with one who will so be trueyou that not once while I beº betrow him not once willº he |~be~| betray himself10'|. And, of course, dear professor, you can trust me that though I change thy name though not the letter never |10while I become engaged with my |afirsta| horsepower10| I will give your lovely face of mine away to my second |10'mate, mate with the twirlers,º10'| the |10'|agoodlooking |~godlooking~|a| |~devil &~| engineer Engineerº with a passionflowerº (O,º the wicked untruth! |aWhatº a tell!a|)10'|, in one of those pure
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clean kisses of yours thankfully, Arrah of the passkeys, no matter what. So don't keep me now for a good boy peppering with fear|10', my goodless graceless,10'| or I'll |10'first10'| murder you |10'but but, hviskerº,10'| meet me after by next appointment near you know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor fool's |10corner circuts10| of lovemountjoy square now I must really so late. |10'Sweetpigº, |ahe will he'lla| be furious! |aMy prince of the courts who'll beat me to love!a|10'| And I'll be there when who knows where |10'with the |~object objects~| of which |~I I'll~| forget10'|. The Dargle shall run dry as soon as I you deny. |10'|aAnd Mrs A'Mara makeº it up and be friendsº with Mrs |~O'Moro. O'Morum!º~|a| |aWhoevery heard of such a |~thing thingk~|?a| |aWith Tilla| the |aullmost ulmosta| of |athe ullmost all |~ellmost elmoes~|a| |ayou stone my heart shall stele our |~hearts hartsº~|a| asthone!º10'| Everyday, precious, while memory's leaves are falling deeply |10on my Jungfraud's Messongesbook,º10| I will dream |10telepath posts10| dulcets on this isinglass stream |10'under the libans and the sickamours, the |acypresses cyprissisa| and babilonias,º10'| where the frondoak rushes to the ashside and the yewleaves too kisskiss themselves, and 'twill carry my still water's reflections |10'in words10'| over |10'Maggy Margrate10'| |10von Hungary10| to thee, Jack ahoy, beyond the boysforus. And what's this I was going to |10say. say, dean?10| |10'O, I understand!º10'| Listen, here I'll wait on |10you Theeº10| |10'till theº Thingavalla10'| with beautiful Do Be Careful teacakes like a born gentleman till you'll resemble me all the time you're awhile away. I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas! And, listen, joey, |10when you citch water on the wagon for me being turned a star I'll dubeurry my two fesces under Pouts Vanisha Creme and, accent,10| I'll boy me for myself only of expensive |10'grey rainproof rainproof of pinked elephant's breathº grey of inº10'| the loveliest widowshood over |10'|~sheerest~|10'| |10airforce10| blue I am so wild for, my precious once, as the bee loves her skyhigh and listen. Always about this hour, I'm sorry, |10'when |~when, after do my little business when afterdoon my lickle pussiness~|10'| I steal home |10'|ain my russiansa| from the attraction parkº |awith my terriblitall calvescatcher at my napea|10'|, drenched, love, with dripping, to affectionate |10'mother |~slapmother slapmamma~|10'| but last at night|10, look, after my golden |aViolentsa| wetting in my splendidly welluminated with such lilac curtains |awallpapered to match the cata| and a fireplease,º keep looking,º10| |10'|xof |~prickled priceless~| pearlogsx|10'| I'll |10strip straight before |amy fenster his fondstarea| and10| poke |10straight stiff10| under my isonbound |10with my silk chineknees chubby chambermate10| for the night's foreign males and your name of Shane will come forth between my shamefaced when with other |10lips lipth10| I |10next nakest10| open my |10thighs thighthº10| |10'the my10'| first morning. So now, thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay one little player before doing to deed. |10'Andº a tiss |~for to~| the tassie,º for lu and for |~tu. tu!~|10'| Coach me how to tumble, Jaime, and, listen, Juan, warn me which to ah ah ah ah …