FINNEGANS WAKE
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riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a (f39commodius commodiousºf10) vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle (f39and &ºf10) Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passencore rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though (f39venissoon venisoonºf10) after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of
humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since (f39devlinsf10)
(f39devlinsfirst firstºf10) loved livvy.
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What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishygods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! (f39Ualu Ualu Ualu! Úalu Úalu
Úalu!ºf10) (f39Quáouauh! Quáouáuh!ºf10) Where
the (f39Baddelaries Baddelairesºf10) partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons catapelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
Head. (f39Assiegates Assiegalesºf10) and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear! Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with
larms(f39,ºf10) appalling. Killykillkilly: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
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and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetabsolvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists
but(f39,f10) (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But waz
iz(f39!?ºf10) (f39Iseut! Is
eut?ºf10) Ere were sewers(f39!?ºf10) The oaks of ald now they lie in peat
yet elms leap where (f39askes ashesºf10) lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular
phoenish.
Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's maurer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofarback for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely (f39struxk
stuckºf10) his tete in a tub for to watsch the (f39future
futuresºf10) of his fates but ere he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of (f39moses
Mosesºf10), the very water was (f39eviparated
eviperatedºf10) and all the guenneses had met their exodus so that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!) and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edifices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the banks for the livers by the Soangso.
He addle liddle phifie Annie ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your (f39part inher partinherºf10). Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly
trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like Haroun Childeric Eggeberth(f39,ºf10) he would caligulate by multiplicables the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor
wheretwin 'twas born(f39,ºf10) his roundhead staple of other days to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth
entowerly, erigenating from
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next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitectitiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and with larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clottering down.
Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Booslaeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned. His (f39scutschum scutchum,ºf10) fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second. Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and, O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!
What then agentlike brought about that tragoady (f39thundersday thuddersdayºf10) this municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness to the thunder of
his arafatas but we hear also through successive ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified (f39muzzlenimiissilehims muzzlehimissilehimsºf10) that would blackguardise the
whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search
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for (f39tighteousness righteousnessºf10), O Sustainer, what time we rise and when we take up to
(f39toothmick toothpickºf10) and before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nabir is better than
(f39aºf10) wink to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing (f39bedoneen
bedoueenºf10) the jebel and the (f39jpysian
jypsianºf10) sea. Cropherb the crunchbracken shall decide. Then we'll know (f39it
ifºf10) the feast is a flyday. She has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the dreamydeary. Heed!
Heed(f39.!ºf10) It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others looked at
it(f39.f10) ((f39There
thereºf10) extand by now one thousand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe ite ivvy's holired
abbles(f39,f10) (what with the wallhall's horrors of rollsrights, carhacks, (f39stonengens
stoneengensºf10), kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, megaphoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear
and the merlinburrow burrocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his
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blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the (f39noobibusses noobibusesºf10) sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies snooping around
Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and the hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers, homesweepers, domecreepers(f39,ºf10) thurum and thurum in fancymud murumd and all the uproor from all the
(f39aufroos aufroofsºf10), a roof for may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warning Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did
shake. (f39(f10) There was a wall of course in
erection(f39).ºf10) Dimb! He stottered from the latter. Damb!
(f39he Heºf10) was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom, mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For whole the world to see.
Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie(f39?,ºf10) of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's chrissormiss wake, all the
hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation(f39,ºf10) and their duodisimally profusive plethora of ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and
citherers and raiders and cinemen too. And (f39thef10) all gianed in with the shoutmost shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog. To the continuation of that celebration until
(f39Hanandhunigan's Hanandhinnigan'sºf10) extermination! Some in kinkin corass,
more(f39,f10) kankan
keening(f39,.ºf10) Belling him up and (f39filling
fellingºf10) him down. He's stiff but he's steady(f39,ºf10) is Priam Olim! 'Twas he was the dacent
gaylabouring youth. Sharpen his pillowscone, tap up his bier! E'erawhere in this whorl would ye hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head. Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O!
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Hurrah, (f39thereis there isºf10) but young (f39gleve
glebeºf10) for the owl globe wheels in view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Him a being so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought,
platterplate(f39.f10) w(f39.ºf10) Hum! From
Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a horn!) from fjord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him
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rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvylong night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells, her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him. With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins about all them inns and ouses. Tilling a teel of a tum, telling a toll of a teary turty Taubling. Grace before Glutton. For what we are,
(f39gifs gif,f10) (f39à
af10) gross if(f39,ºf10) we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down but grinny
sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Finfoefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpantry's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But, lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for he is noewhemoe.
Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Agapemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and goodridhirring.
Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined(f39,ºf10) aslumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the troutling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean
on(f39.?ºf10) Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters, reekierags or
(f39sundyechosies sundyeclosiesºf10), with a mint of mines or beggar a
pinnyweight(f39.,ºf10) (f39Arrah
arrahºf10), sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny, or, we mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid piddle med
puddle(f39,ºf10) she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh! Brontolone
slaaps(f39,ºf10) yoh (f39snoores.
snoors!ºf10) Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yuthner in yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass, stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the magazine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her
(f39sisterin shawl sister-in-shawlºf10). While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill
Sixty(f39, (f10) ollollowed ill!(f39),ºf10)
bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, (f39tarabom tararabomºf10), lurk the ombushes, the site of the lyffing-in-wait of the upjock and hockums. Hence when the clouds roll by,
jamey, a proudseye view is
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enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful waterloose country and (f39the theyºf10) two
quitewhite villagettes
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who hear show of themselves so (f39gigglesomes gigglesomeºf10) minxt the follyages, the prettilees! Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and the
Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk(f39!.ºf10) Redismembers invalids of old guard find poussepousse
(f39pousseypram pousseypramsºf10) to sate the sort of their butt. For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the
(f39mistress Mistressºf10) Kathe. Tip.
This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is a Prooshious gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshious, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip.
(Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic(f39,ºf10) in his goldtin spurs and
his ironed dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's gharters and his bangkok's best and goliar's goloshes and his pulluponeasyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stooping. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum
beg. A Gallawghurs argaumunt(f39,.ºf10) This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole
(f39Fitz Tuomush FitzTuomushºf10). Dirty (f39Mac Dyke
MacDykeºf10). And Hairy (f39O' Hurry
O'Hurryºf10). All of them arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the (f39Grand
grandºf10) Mons Injun. This is the crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums. This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her
hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This
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is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most (f39toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel on the battle.ºf10) Awful Grimmest Sunshat
Cromwelly(f39.,ºf10) Looted. This is the jinnies' hastings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin red lines
(f39cross acrossºf10) the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw! Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugacting. Nap. That was the tictacs of the jinnies
for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agincourting all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn (f39boycottonf10)
(f39boycottoncrezy
crezyºf10) onto the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hurold
dispitchback. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me Belchum. (f39Salamangra! Salamangral!ºf10) Ayi,
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ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann(f39,.ºf10) Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me
Belchum in his (f39twelve-mile twelvemileºf10) cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost, footing the camp for the jinnies.
(f39Drink a sip Drinkasipºf10), drankasup, for (f39he's
he'dºf10) as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose(f39.
After afterºf10) his hundred days' indulgence. This is the blessed. Tarra's widdars! This is jinnies in the bonny bawn blooches. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!)
This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the solphereens in (f39action actiomºf10), this is their mobbily, this is panickburns. Almeidagad! Arthiz
(f39too loose toolooseºf10)! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter!
(f39Goat Ghoatºf10) strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their
(f39onsterlists ousterlistsºf10) dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip. This is me
Belchum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop (f39Sophy-Key-Po
Sophy-key-poºf10) for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gambariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest
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of the lipoleums(f39.,ºf10) Toffeethief, that spy on the
(f39sameºf10) Willingdone from his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushellors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley
krieging the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the (f39dooley boy dooleyboyºf10) and the hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Willingdone
picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the (f39bluddle filth bluddlefilthºf10). This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob. This is the
Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip. That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the
Willingdone(f39.,ºf10) Culpenhelp, waggling his tailoscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo seeboy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!) This
is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin. Basucker youstead! This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse.
Tip(f39.ºf10) (Bullseye! Game!) How Copenhagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan
out(f39.!ºf10)
Phew!
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What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of (f39Jig-a-Lanthern
Jig-a-Lanthornºf10)! It's a (f39candlelittle
candlelittenºf10) houthse of a month and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And nummered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too! The wagrant (f39wind'z
awalt'zf10) (f39wind's awalt'zaround aroundºf10) the piltdowns and on every blasted knollyrock (if
you can spot fifty I spy four more) there's that gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle, wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle, helfalittle, pelfalittle gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for
northcliffs.
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The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer(f39;:ºf10) Wail, 'tis well! She
(f39niver nivverºf10) comes out when Thon's on shower or when Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toomcracks down the gaels of Thon. No
nubo no! Neblas on you liv! Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindmerollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with
(f39peewee, peeweesºf10) and powwows in
beggybaggy(f39,ºf10) on her
bickybacky(f39,f10) and a flick flask fleckflinging its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh, militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy
kissmans to the minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups (f39trucefor truce forºf10) happinest childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we
sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps, keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with
(f39bloodstaned bloostanedºf10) breeks in em(f39,
andºf10) boaston nightgarters and masses of shoesets and nickelly nacks and (f39foder
fodderºf10) allmicheal and a lugly parson of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of (f39bells
belles,ºf10) and the last sigh that come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the (f39sunsaw sun
sawºf10) (that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. Undo (f39lives 'end lives'
endºf10). Slain.
How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly forebidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheticals so as (f39tof10) will make us all
(f39lordy heirs lordyheirsºf10) and ladymaidesses of a pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and laffing through all plores for us (her birth is
uncontrollable(f39!f10)), with a naperon (f39for her made
toºf10) mask and her sabboes (f39kickin
hikkikkingºf10) arias (so sair! so solly!)(f39,ºf10)
if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou!
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Hou! Gricks may rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture)
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for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes lifework leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what? with a grin says she. And we all like a marriedann because she is
mercenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation (floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an (f39eyebush eyebruschºf10) on this glaubrous phace of
Herrschuft Whatarwelter she'll loan a vesta and hire some peat and sarch the shores her cockles to heat and she'll do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the blaziness on. Poffpoff. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mournhim, sunny side
up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin.
Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy, fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review of the two mounds(f39,ºf10) to see nothing of the himples here as at elsewhere, by sixes and sevens,
like so many heegills and collines(f39,ºf10) sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek, in their swishawish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's
Folly(f39,ºf10) at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. (f39Stand up,
mickos! Stippup, mickos!ºf10) Make strake for minnas! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the
bergagambols of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the countrybossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all there scraping along to sneeze out a
likelihood that will solve and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this
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sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen. Royally? One sovereign punned to petery pence. Regally? The silence speaks the scene. Fake!
So This Is Dyoublong?
Hush! Caution! Echoland!
How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the outwashed engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his innkempt house. Used they? (I am sure that tiring chabelshoveller with the mujikal (f39chocolat
chocolotºf10) box, Miry Mitchel, is listening(f39.f10)) I say, the remains of the outworn gravemure
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where used to be blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only pretendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) It is well known. (f39Lokk
Lookºf10) for himself and see the old butte new. Dbln. W.K.O.O. Hear? By the mausolime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fumfum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's magic
lyer(f39.!ºf10) They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord shall be theirs for ollaves.
Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book in baile's annals, f.t. in (f39Dyffinarsky Dyfflinarskyºf10) ne'er sall fail til heathersmoke and cloudweed Eire's ile sall pall. And here now they are(f39,ºf10) the fear of um. (f39T. Totities! Notities!ºf10) Unum. (Adar.) A bulbenboss surmounted upon an (f39alderman eldermanºf10). Ay, ay! Duum. (Nizam.) A shoe on a puir (f39old owldºf10) wobban. Ah, ho! Triom. (Tamuz.) An auburn mayde, o'brine a'bride, to be desarted. Adear, adear! Quodlibus. (Marchessvan.) A penn no weightier nor a polepost. And so. And all. (Succoth.)
So, how idlers' wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves of the living in the boke of the deeds, annals of themselves(f39,ºf10) timing the cycles of events grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass how(f39.ºf10)
1132 a.d. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ublanium.
566 a.d. On Baalfire's (f39night eveºf10) of this year after deluge a crone that
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hadde a wickered (f39Kish kishºf10) for to hale dead turves from the bog lookit under the blay of her
(f39Kish kishºf10) as she ran for to sothisfeige her cowrieosity and be me sawl but she
(f39found founºf10) hersell sackvulle of swart goody quickenshoon and small illigant brogues, so rich in sweat.
(f39Blurry Bluchyºf10) works at Hurdlesford.
(f39(Silent.) [Silent]ºf10)
(f39⇒ºf10) 566 a.d. At this time it fell out that a brazenlockt damsel grieved ((f39sobralasolas! Sobralasolas!ºf10)) because that Puppette her minion was ravisht of her by the ogre Puropeus Pious. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeaghbally.
(f391132. 1132ºf10) a.d. Two sons at an hour were born until a goodman and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas. Primas was a santryman and drilled all decent people. Caddy went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for Dublin.
Somewhere, parently, in the (f39ginnandgo ginnandgoeºf10) gap between antediluvious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his scroll. The billy flood rose or
an elk charged him or the sultrup worldwright from the excelsissimost
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empyrean (bolt, in sum) earthspake or the (f39Dannamen Dannamanºf10) gallous banged pan the bliddy duran. A scribicide then and there is led off under old's code
with some fine covered by six marks or (f39ninepins ninepinceºf10) in metalmen for the sake of his labour's dross while it will be only now and again in our rear of
o'er era, as an upshoot of military and civil engagements, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking that same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his neighbour's safe.
Now after all that(f39,f10) farfatch'd and (f39peragrine
peregrineºf10) or (f39dingnant duignantºf10) or
clere(f39,ºf10) lift we our ears, eyes of the darkness, from the tome of Liber Lividus
and(f39,f10)
(toh!)(f39,ºf10) how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes and gloamering glades, selfstretches afore us our fredeland's plain! Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies
with his crook; young pricket by pricket's sister nibbleth on returned viridities; amaid her rocking grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness; skyup is of evergrey. Thus, too, for donkey's years. Since the bouts of Hebear and Hairyman the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun,
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the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights, the whitethorn and the redthorn have (f39fairygeyed
fairygayedºf10) the mayvalleys of
Knockmaroon(f39,:ºf10) and, though for rings round them, during a chiliad of perihelygangs, the Formoreans have brittled the tooath of the Danes and the Oxman has been
pestered by the Firebugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevanses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City (Year! Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing buttonholes have quadrilled across the centuries and whiff now whafft to us, fresh and made-of-all-smiles as on the eve of Killallwho.
The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium hold them!)(f39;ºf10) they were and went; thigging thugs were and houhnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool fiansees. (f39Menn Menºf10) have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the blond has sought of the brune: (f39Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry piggy?: Elsekiss thou may, mean kerry piggy?ºf10) (f39and Andºf10) the duncledames have countered with the hellish fellows: (f39Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly?ºf10) And they fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the field to their shyfaun lovers say only: (f39Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!ºf10) (f39and Andf10), but a little later: (f39Pluck me whilst I blush! Pluck me whilst I blush!ºf10) Well may they wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn't it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers that shimmy and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety! Flippety! Fleapow!
Hop!
In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a parth a lone who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot.
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He hath locktoes, this shortshins, and, Obeold that's pectoral, his mammamuscles(f39!f10) (f39most
Mostºf10) mousterious(f39.!ºf10) It is slaking nuncheon
out of some thing's brain pan. (f39Me seemeth Meseemethºf10) a
(f39dragon man dragonsman.ºf10) He is almonthst on the
(f39kiep kiefºf10) fief by here, is Comestipple (f39Sacksoun
Sacksunºf10), be it junipery or febrewery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and
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froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan(f39.!ºf10) It is evident the michindaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of slitsucked
(f39marrogbones marrowbonesºf10). (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pillory way to Hirculos
(f39pillar Pillarºf10). Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You tollerday donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty
anglease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute. Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach eather yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.
(f39⇓f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Yutah!
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:ºf10) Mukk's pleasurad.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Are you jeff?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) Somehards.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) But you are not jeffmute?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) Noho. Only an utterer.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) I became a stun a stummer.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) What a (f39hauhauhauhaudibble hauhauhauhaudibleºf10) thing(f39,ºf10) to be cause! How, Mutt?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) Aput the buttle, surd.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Whose poddle? Wherein?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were you.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) Has? Has af? (f39Hasatency Hasafencyºf10)? Urp(f39,ºf10) Boohooru! Booru Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I rimimirim!
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all your hasitancy cross your qualm with (f39trink gilt trinkgiltºf10). Here have (f39sylvan silvanºf10) coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good (f39for you fir yewºf10).
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. —
mutt:f10) Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intellible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy! He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here
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where the liveries, Monomark. There where the missers moony, Minnikin (f39passe Passeºf10).
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) (f39Simply Sumplyºf10) because(f39,ºf10) as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstoryshortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubbages on to soil here(f39.?ºf10)
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. —
mutt:f10) Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a riverpool.
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(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Load (f39Allmarshy allmarshyºf10)! Wid wad for a norse like?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn, with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton on, did Brian (f39d' of Linn d'O Flinnºf10).
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) (f39Boildoyle Boiledoyleºf10) and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly (f39forsstand forstandºf10) a weird from sturk to finnic in such a (f39patwhat patwhotºf10) as your rutterdamrotter(f39. Onheard, onheardºf10) of and umscene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink roundward this (f39albutisle allbutisleºf10) and you skull see how olde ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the (f39saltings Saltingsºf10), where wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of signory(f39,ºf10) icefloe was from his Inn the (f39Byggning Bygningºf10) to whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr. Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering rue. Hither, craching (f39eastuards estuardsºf10), they are in surgence: hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of (f39whirlworlds whirlwordsºf10). Now are all tombed to the mound, (f39isges to isges ishges to ishgesºf10), erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize!
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) 'Stench!
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. —
mutt:f10) Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an' everynight life olso th'estrange, (f39babylone
babbyloneºf10) the greatgrandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig, drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound seemetery which iz leebez luv.
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(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) 'Zmorde!
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:ºf10) (f39Meldundleize! Meldundleise!ºf10) By the fearse wave (f39behoughted benoughtedºf10). Despond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust and being humus the same roturns. He who runes may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle, crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! (f39Humblady Humbeldyºf10) Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in your whisht!
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Whysht?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Howe?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) Here is viceking's graab.
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Hwaad!
(f39⇐f10) (f39Mutt. — mutt:f10) Ore you astoneaged, jute you?
(f39⇐f10) (f39Jute. — jute:f10) Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud(f39.!ºf10)
(f39⇓f10) (Stoop)(f39,ºf10) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios
of signs (please stoop)(f39,ºf10) in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the
(f39same someºf10) told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations.
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& Tieckle. They lived und laughed (f39ant andºf10) loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and again, of our
old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his navel reaching the reredos of
Ramasbatham. A terricolous vivelyonview this; queer and(f39,f10) it continues to be(f39,ºf10)
(f39quaky quakkyºf10). A hatch, a celt, an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the
(f39turnpaht turnpathºf10). Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this
(f39liffle littleºf10) effingee is for a firefing called a flintforfall.
(f39Face faceºf10) at the eased!
O(f39,ºf10) I fay! (f39Face
Faceºf10) at the waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, cace to (f39gace
eaceºf10)! When a
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part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make the tomtummy's pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha, whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that's thuck in its thoil
like thumfool's thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of (f39objects abjectsºf10)! Olives, beets, kimmells, dollies,
alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets' eegs (O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now quite epsilene, and (f39oldwolldy oldwoldyf10)
wobblewers(f39,ºf10) haudworth a wipe o grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular Toucheaterre
beyond the wet prairie(f39,f10) rared up in the midst of the cargon of prohibitive pomefructs(f39,ºf10)
but along landed Paddy (f39Wippingham Dippinghamºf10) and
(f39thef10) his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whatsthats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the same balifuson. Racketeers and bottloggers.
(f39⇑ºf10) Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise. One by one place one be three(f39,f10)
dittoh(f39,ºf10) and one before. Two nursus one make a plausible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boaboa and threelegged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their mouths. And a hundreadfilled
unleavenweight of liberorumqueue to con an we can till allhorrors eve. What a meanderthalltale to unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and (f39anntisquattor
auntisquattorºf10) and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be(f39,ºf10) every tim,
(f39nick mickºf10) and larry of us, sons of the sod, sons, littlesons, yea and lealittlesons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters of Nan!
Accusative ahnsire! Damadam to infinities!
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True there was in (f39nillohs nilloh'sºf10) dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer in the waste and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies to let flee. All was
of ancientry. You gave me a boot (signs on it!) and I ate the wind. I quizzed you a quid (with for what?) and you went to the quod. But the world, mind, is, was and will be writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that fall
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under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last (f39milchcamel milch camelºf10), the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns, has still to moor before the
tomb of his cousin charmian where his date is tethered by the palm that's hers. But (f39the horn, the drinking the hour, the smitingºf10), the day of
(f39dread decisionºf10) (f39are
isºf10) not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them, chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the (f39slowth of
theºf10) muttheringpot: and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter, tintingfast and great primer must once for omniboss step rubrickredd out of the wordpress else is there no virtue more in alcohoran. For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.
Till (f39ye Yeºf10) finally (though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Fillstup. So you need hardly
spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical (f39reading readingsºf10) throughout the book of Doublends Jined (may his forehead be
darkened with mud who would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it(f39,ºf10) closeth thereof the. Dor.
Cry not yet! There's many a smile to Nondum, with sytty maids per man, sir, and the park's so dark by kindlelight. But look what you have in your handself! The movibles are scrawling in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and
zingzang(f39,ºf10) for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice
(f39leap leafºf10) and three's among the strubbely beds. And the chicks picked their teeths and the dombkey he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And
so cuddy me only wallops have heels. That one of a wife with folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a noarch and a chopwife; (f39orºf10) of a pomme full grave and a fammy of levity; or of golden youths that
wanted gelding; or of what the mischievmiss made a man do. Malmarriedad he was reversogassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique. Maye faye, she's la gaye(f39,ºf10) this snaky woman! From that trippiery toe
expectungpelick! Veil(f39,ºf10) volantine, valentine eyes. She's the very besch Winnie blows
(f39Nay Nauºf10) on good. Flou inn, flow ann. Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle
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mien, we are in (f39rearing nearingºf10) of a norewhig. So weenybeenyveenyteeny. Comsy see! Het wis if ee newt. Lissom!
(f39lissom! Lissom!ºf10) I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle.
It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld, when Adam
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was delvin and his madameen spinning watersilts, when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy (f39elseºf10) to his lovesaking eyes and
(f39whenºf10) everybilly lived alove with everybiddy
else(f39,ºf10) and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, laying cold hands on himself. And his two little jiminies, cousins of
(f39ourn oursºf10), Tristopher and Hilary, were kickaheeling their dummy on the
(f39oil cloth oilclothºf10) flure of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse. And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean.
And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her wit (f39foreninst forenenstºf10) the dour. And she lit up and fireland was ablaze. And spoke she to the dour in her petty
perusienne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease? And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her grace o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shandy westerness she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin stop. But
she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud. And there was a (f39brannewail brannewwailºf10) that same
(f39sabboath sabbaothºf10) night of falling angles somewhere in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of
the lovespots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convorted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman. So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. And where
did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. And Jarl (f39von vanºf10) Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands with
himself(f39,ºf10) and the (f39jimminy
jiminyºf10) (f39hilary Hilaryºf10) and
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the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet, wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher. And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flackering from the hillcombs. And she made her witter before the wicked, saying: Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease? And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her madesty. So her madesty
(f39a 'forethought a'forethoughtºf10) set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl
(f39von vanºf10) Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop. But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it. And there was
a wild old grannewwail that (f39altarsameºf10) laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top
into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix
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to (f39touch tauchºf10) him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian. So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair
of changers, be dom ter, she was back again at Jarl (f39von vanºf10) Hoother's and the Larryhill with her under her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by
the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm? And Jarl (f39von vanºf10) Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox, ruminating in his
holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!), and the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the watercloth, kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing, like knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy. And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking: Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike
three poss of (f39porter pease porterpeaseºf10)? But that was how the
(f39skirtmishes skirtmisshesºf10) endupped.
For(f39,ºf10) like the campbells acoming with a (f39fork lance
forklanceºf10) of lightning, Jarl (f39von vanºf10)
Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles(f39,ºf10) in his broadginger
hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his furframed
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panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen orangeman in his violet indigonation, to the whole longth of the strongth of his bowman's bill. And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut up shop, dappy. And the duppy shot the shutter
clup(f39.ºf10) (Perkodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghundhurthrumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun!) And they all drank free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always
for any girls under shurts. And that was the first peace of (f39illiteratise illiterativeºf10) porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world. How kirssy the
(f39titler tilerºf10) made a sweet unclose to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the
(f39jimminies jiminiesºf10) was to keep the peacewave and van Hoother was to git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis.
O foenix culprit! Ex nickylow malo comes mickelmassed bonum. Hill, rill, ones in company, billeted, less be proud of. Breast high and bestride! Only for that these will not (f39breathe
breetheºf10) upon (f39Norrônesen
Norrönesenºf10) or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness. Quarry silex, Homfrie
Noanswa(f39!?ºf10) Undy gentian festyknees, Livia Noanswa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would evesdrip, were it
(f39mous mouseºf10) at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far ear. Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on
thow. She he she ho she ha to la. Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her! Impalpabunt, he abhears. The soundwaves are his
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buffeteers(f39; they. Theyºf10) trompe him with their
trompes(f39;:ºf10) the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of
(f39hawhawhawrd bawhawawrdºf10) and the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlistletomine. Landloughed by his neaghboormistress and perpetrified in his offsprung, sabes and
suckers, the moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one whose loab we are devorers of, how butt for his hold halibutt, or her to her (f39pudor puff
pudorpuffºf10), the lipalip one whose libe we drink at, how biff for her tiddywink of a windfall, our breed and washer givers, there would not be a holey spier on the town nor a vestal flouting in the dock,
nay(f39,ºf10) to make plein avowels, nor a yew nor an eye
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to play (f39cash cash cashcashºf10) in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor
(f39a' toole o' tall o' toll a'toole o'tall o'tallºf10) and noddy hint to the convaynience.
He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice for the living and he urned his dread, that dragon volant, and he made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain, (f39that mighty liberator, Unfru-Chikda-Uru-Wukru Unfru-chikda-uru-wukru, that mighty liberator,ºf10) and begad he did, our ancestor most worshipful, till he thought of a better one in his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from earsend to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies wake him(f39.f10) (f39and Andºf10) may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding, will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake(f39?!ºf10) Usqueadbaugham!
(f39Anam Anamf10) (f39muck an muck anf10) (f39dhoul! dhoul!ºf10) Did ye drink me doornail?
Now(f39,ºf10) be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad.
Sure(f39,ºf10) you'd only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary, the North Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the Bower
Moore(f39,ºf10) and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata, or a slut snoring with an impure infant on a bench.
'Twould turn you against life, so 'twould. And the weather's that mean too(f39.!f10) To part from Devlin is
hard(f39,ºf10) as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier than its neighbour enfranchisable
fields(f39.ºf10) (f39but
Butºf10) let your ghost have no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are, primesigned in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remembering your shapes and
sizes(f39,ºf10) on the pillow of your babycurls(f39,ºf10) under
your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare the varmints(f39,f10) and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket, kerchief, ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre, in the land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole
Lonan and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan.
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And we'll be coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing
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you presents, won't we, fenians? And it isn't our spittle we'll stint you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, pennydirts and dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the field.
Mieliodories(f39,f10) that Doctor Faherty, the madison man, taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax, the food for
glory(f39,f10) (mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too light!)(f39,f10) and some goat's
milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you. Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan Lalors piped you overborder and there's whole households beyond the Bothnians and they calling names after you. The menhere's always talking of
you(f39,ºf10) sitting around on the pig's cheeks under the sacred rooftree, over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow, with a pledge till the drengs, in the Salmon House. And admiring to our supershillelagh
where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument. All the toethpicks ever Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped from that battery block. If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up
plenty(f39,ºf10) and when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy. The game old Gunne, they do be
saying(f39,f10) (skull!)(f39,f10) that was a planter for you, a spicer of them
all(f39.!ºf10) Begog but he was, the G.O.G! He's duddandgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his
sedeq(f39,ºf10) but peace to his great limbs, the buddhoch, with the last league long rest of him, while the
(f39millioncandled million-candledºf10) eye of Tuskar sweeps the Moylean Main! There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes and Brettland, no, nor in all Pike
County(f39,ºf10) like you, they say. No, nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. (f39That you
Youºf10) could fell an (f39elmstree elmtreeºf10) twelve
urchins couldn't ring round and hoist high the stone that Liam failed. Who but a Maccullaghmore the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the funeral to compass our cause? If you was hogglebully itself and most (f39frifty
fieftyf10) like you was taken waters(f39,f10) still what
all(f39?ºf10) (f39where
Whereºf10) was your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better Your Grace? Mick (f39Mac Magnus
MacMagnusf10) MacCawley can take you off to
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the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle and cut. But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the (f39pale raleºf10) eggynaggy and a kis to
tilly up. We calls him the journeyall Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. You had a gamier cock than Pete, Jake or Martin and your archgoose of geese stubbled for All Angels' Day. So may the priest of seven worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey that's in Heaven! Hep, hep, hurrah there! Hero! Seven
times thereto we salute you! The whole bag of kits,
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falconplumes and jackboots incloted, is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copricapron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the region of sahuls. And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck tick's swell. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome roam to Laffayette is
ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not unrested! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid, Totumcalmum, saith: I know thee, metherjar, I know thee, salvation boat. For we have performed upon thee, thou abramanation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors and of the grammarians of Christpatrick's ordered
concerning thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing. Howe of the shipmen, steep wall!
Everything's going on the same(f39,f10) or so it appeals to all of us, in the old holmsted here. (f39As popular as when Belly the First was
king keng |aand his members met in the Diet of Mana|.ºf10) Coughings all over the sanctuary, bad scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for
breakfast, one o'gong for lunch and dinnerchime(f39. As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The, thef10) same shop slop in the
window(f39.,ºf10) Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's Vi-Cocoa and the
(f39Eswuards' Eswaurds'ºf10) desippated soup beside Mother Seagull's
(f39syrup Syrupºf10). (f39Coal's short
but we've plenty of bog in the yard.f10) Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. (f39Coal's short but we've plenty of bog in the
yard.ºf10) (f39And Butºf10) barley's
up again, begrained to it(f39.!ºf10) The lads is attending school
(f39nessans nessonsºf10) regular,
sir(f39,.f10) (f39spelling
Spellingºf10) beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by mudapplication. (f39Allfor All
forºf10) the books and never pegging smashers
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after Tom (f39Bowe Glassarse Bowe-Glassarseºf10) or Timmy the Tosser. 'Tisraely the truth!
(f39No Nowºf10) isn't it, roman (f39pathoricks
pathoriksºf10)? You were the doublejoynted janitor the morning they were delivered and you'll be a grandfer yet entirely when the ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows. Kevin's just a doat with his cherub
cheek(f39, chalking oghres on walls,f10) and his
little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of knicks, (f39chalking oghres on walls andºf10) playing postman's
knock round the diggings(f39,ºf10) and if the seep were milk you could lieve his olde by his
ide(f39.f10) (f39but Butºf10), laus sake,
the devil does be in that knirps of a Jerry sometimes, the tarandtan plaidboy, making encostive inkum out of the last of his lavings and writing a blue streak over his bourseday shirt. Hetty Jane's a (f39child
Childºf10) of Mary. She'll be coming (for they're sure to choose her) in her white of gold with a tourch of ivy to rekindle the flame on Felix Day. (f39But
Andºf10) Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. You remember Essie in (f39our
Ourºf10) Luna's Convent? They called her Holly Merry her lips were so (f39ruddyberry ruddy
berryºf10) and Pia de Purebelle when the (f39redminers redminers'ºf10)
riots was on about her. Were I a clerk designate to the (f39Williamswoodsmenufactors Williamswoods menufactorsºf10) I'd poster those pouters on every jamb in the town.
She's making her rep at Lanner's twicenightly. With the tabarine tamtammers of the whirligigmagees. Beats that cachucha flat. 'Twould dilate your heart to go.
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Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and repose your honour's lordship!
(f39⇒ºf10) Hold him (f39here thereºf10), Ezekiel Irons, and may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's spooring. Dimitrius O'Flagonan, cork that cure for the Clancartys! You swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther angst of Wramawitch! Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
I've an eye on queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust me. She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir postcards to help to build me murial(f39, tippers!.
Tippers,ºf10) I'll trip your traps! Assure a sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you. Did or didn't we, sharestutterers? So you won't be up a stump entirely. Nor shed your remnants. The sternwheel's crawling strong. I
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seen your missus in the hall. Like (f39theºf10) queenoveire. Arrah, it's herself that's fine,
(f39too suref10), don't be talking! Shirksends? You storyan Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy good trout. Shakeshands. Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her only her lex's
salig. (f39Boald Baldºf10) Tib does be yawning and smirking
(f39cat's cats'ºf10) hours on the Pollockses' woolly round
(f39tabouretcushion tabouret cushionºf10) watching her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to her last.
Or(f39,f10) while waiting for winter to fire the (f39enchantement enchantmentf10),
decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's an allavalonche that blows nopussy food. If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. The lips would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Findrinny Fair. What with reins here and ribbons there all your hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at sea or swooped
through the blue like Airwinger's bride. She was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can second a song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by. Fond of a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her forty winks for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her merlin chair assotted, reading her
(f39Evening World Evening Worldºf10). To see is it smarts, full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news. Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at
Stormount. Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he noise about all same Harry chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle a chuckle, in and out of their serial story, Les Loves of Selskar et Pervenche, freely
(f39adapted adoptedºf10) to The Novvergin's Viv. There'll be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her final tear. Zee End. But
that's a world of ways away. Till track laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering candles flare. Anna Stacey's how are you! Worther waist in the noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay
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actionneers. Her hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you now! Finn no more!
For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his
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haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me(f39.,ºf10) Shop Illicit, flourishing like a
(f39lord-major lordmajorºf10) or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop a deadlop (aloose!) to
(f39lee leaºf10) but lifting a (f39bennbranch
benbranchºf10) a yardalong (ivoeh!) on the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brewster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas
Barnum(f39;,ºf10) humphing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a
(f39grandfallar granfallarºf10), with a pocked wife in pickle that's a flyfire and three lice nittle clinkers, two twilling bugs and one midgit pucelle. And aither he
cursed and recursed and was everseen doing what your fourfootlers saw or he was (f39never done neverdoneºf10) seeing what you coolpigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for
smiledown witnesses, and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the frailyshees. Though (f39Eset Esebºf10) fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round her
heavens for ever. Creator(f39,ºf10) he has created for his creatured ones a creation. White (f39monothoid
monothoistºf10)? Red theatrocrat? And all the pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however 'twas 'tis sure for one thing, what (f39sherif
Sherifºf10) Toragh voucherfors and (f39mapqiq
Mapqiqºf10) makes put out, that the man, Humme the Cheapner, Esc, overseen as we thought him, yet a worthy of the naym, came at this timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial fermament one tide on
another(f39,ºf10) with a bumrush in a hull of a wherry, the twin turbane
dhow(f39,ºf10) The Bey for Dybbling, this archipelago's first visiting schooner, with a wicklowpattern waxenwench at her prow for a figurehead, the deadsea
dugong updipdripping from his depths, and has been repreaching himself like a fishmummer these (f39siktyten sixtytenºf10) years ever since, his shebi by his shide, adi and
aid, growing hoarish under his turban and changing cane sugar into sethulose starch (Tuttut's cess to him!)(f39,ºf10) as also that, batin the bulkihood he bloats about when innebbiated, our old offender was humile, commune and
ensectuous from his nature, which you may gauge after the bynames was put under him(f39,f10) in lashons of
languages(f39,f10) (honnein suit and praisers be!)(f39,ºf10) and,
totalisating him, even hamissim of himashim(f39,ºf10) that he, sober serious, he is ee and no counter he who will be ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Edenborough.