FINNEGANS WAKE
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riverrunº, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodiousº vicus of recirculation back to
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:º nor had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens County's gorgiosº while they went doublin their mumper all the time:º nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venisoonº after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac:º 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!)º 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 sendsº 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 toº rust upon the green since devlins firstº loved livvy.
What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishygods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek!º Kóax Kóax
Kóax!º Úalu Úalu Úalu!º Quáouáuh!º Where the
Baddelairesº partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the
Verdons catapelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head.
Assiegalesº and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear! Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larmsº 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 (O my
shining stars and body!)º how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But waz iz?º Is
eut?º Ere were sewers?º The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where ashesº lay.º
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 Finneganº, 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 stuckº his tete in a tub for to watsch the futuresº of his fates but ere he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of Mosesº , the very water was eviperatedº 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 partinherº. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like Haroun Childeric Eggeberth,º he would caligulate by multiplicables the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor wheretwin 'twas bornº his roundhead staple of other days to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!),º a waalworth of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from next to nothing and celescalatingº the himals and all, hierarchitectitiptitoploftical, with a burningº bush abobº 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 scutchum,º 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 thuddersdayº 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
muzzlehimissilehimsº that would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search
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for righteousnessº, O Sustainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothpickº 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 aº
wink to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing bedoueenº the jebel and the
jypsianº sea. Cropherb the crunchbracken shall decide. Then we'll know ifº the feast is a flyday. She has a gift of seek on site
and she allcasually ansars helpers, the dreamydeary. Heed! Heed!º 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
(thereº extand by now one thousand and one stories, all told, of the same).º But so sore did abe ite ivvy's holired abbles (what withº the wallhall's horrors of
rollsrights, carhacks, stoneengensº, 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 merlinburrowº burrocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozenº and the
noobibusesº sleighding along Safetyfirst Streetº and the derryjellybies snooping around Tell-No-Tailors'º Corner and the fumes and the hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,
homesweepers, domecreepers,º thurum and thurum in fancymud murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofsº, a roof for may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony)º wan warning Phill filt tippling full. His
howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did shake. There was a wall of course in erection.º Dimb! He stottered from the latter. Damb! Heº 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,º of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternationº and their duodisimally profusive
plethora of ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers and raiders and cinemen too. And allº gianed in with the shoutmost shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog. To the continuation of that celebration until
Hanandhinnigan'sº extermination! Some in kinkinº corass, more kankanº keening.º Belling him up and fellingº him down. He's stiff
but he's steady,º 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, there isº but young glebeº for the owl globe wheels in view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Himº 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,º platterplate w.º 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 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, gif, a gross if,º 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 bodeyº 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 brontoichthyanº form outlined,º aslumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the troutling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean
on?º Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters, reekierags or sundyeclosiesº, with a mint of mines or beggar a pinnyweight,º arrahº, sure, we all love little
Anny Ruiny, or, we mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid piddle med puddle,º she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh! Brontolone slaaps,º yoh snoors!º 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 sister-in-shawlº. While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty (ollollowed ill!),º bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tararabomº, 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 enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful waterloose country and theyº two quitewhite villagettes
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who hear show of themselves so gigglesomeº minxt the follyages, the prettilees! Penetrators are permitted into the museomoundº free. Welsh and the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk.º Redismembers invalids of
old guard find poussepousse pousseypramsº to sate the sort of their butt. For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the Mistressº Kathe. Tip.
This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroomº. 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!)º 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,º 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.º This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye!º Touchole FitzTuomushº.
Dirty MacDykeº. And Hairy O'Hurryº. All of them arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the grandº 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 is me Belchum sneaking his
phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel on the battle.º Awful Grimmest Sunshat Cromwelly,º Looted. This is the jinnies' hastings
dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin red lines acrossº the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw,
yaw, yaw! Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken!º 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 agincourtingº all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycotton
crezyº 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. Salamangral!º
Ayi,
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ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou!º Damn fairy ann.º Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me Belchum in his twelvemileº
cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost, footing the camp for the jinnies. Drinkasipº, drankasup, for he'dº 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 afterº his hundred days'º 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!)º This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the solphereens in actiomº, this is their mobbily, this is panickburns. Almeidagad!º Arthiz
toolooseº! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Ghoatº strip Finnlambs!º This is jinnies rinning away to their
ousterlistsº 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 Sophy-key-poº for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gambariste
della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest of the lipoleums,º Toffeethief, that spy on the sameº 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 dooleyboyº and the
hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddlefilthº. 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 ofº Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone,º Culpenhelp, wagglingº 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:º Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman,
tindersº 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.º (Bullseye!
Game!)º How Copenhagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan
out!º
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 Jig-a-Lanthornº! It's a candlelittenº houthse of a month and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And nummered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too! The wagrant wind'z awalt'z aroundº 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. The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer:º Wail, 'tis well! She nivverº 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 Bindmerollingeyesº and all the deed in the woe.º Fe fo fom! She jist does hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, aº peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peeweesº and powwows in beggybaggyº on her bickybacky andº a flick flaskº 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'sº to be a gorgeups truce forº 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 bloostanedº breeks in em andº boaston nightgarters and masses of shoesets and nickelly nacks and fodderº allmicheal and a lugly parson of cates and howitzer muchearsº and midgers and maggets, ills and ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of belles,º and the last sigh that come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sun sawº (that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. Undo lives' endº. Slain.º
How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly forebidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheticals so as willº make us all
lordyheirsº 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!),º
with a naperon made toº mask and her sabboes hikkikkingº arias (so sair! so solly!),º if
yousº ask me and I saack you. Hou!
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Hou! Gricks may rise andº Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture) for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makesº 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. Sheº 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 eyebruschº 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,
sunnyº 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,º to see nothing of the himples here as at elsewhere, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collinesº sitton aroontº, scentbreeched and somepotreek,º in their swishawish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's Follyº at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stippup, mickos!º Make strake for minnasº! 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 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 chocolotº box, Miry Mitchel,
is listening.)º 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.)º It is well known. Lookº 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!º They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening for allofº. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord shall be theirs for
ollavesº.
Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius in his grand old historiorum,º wrote near Boriorum, bluest book in baile's annals, f.t. in Dyfflinarskyº ne'er sall fail til heathersmoke and cloudweed Eire's ile sall pall. And here now they are,º the fear of um. Notities!º Unum.º (Adar.) A bulbenboss surmounted upon an eldermanº. Ay, ay! Duum.º (Nizam.) A shoe on a puir owldº wobban. Ah, ho! Triom.º (Tamuz.) An auburn mayde, o'brine a'bride, to be desarted. Adear, adear! Quodlibus.º (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,º timing the cycles of events grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass howº
1132 a.d. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ublanium.
566º a.d. On Baalfire's eveº of this year after deluge a crone that hadde a wickered kishº for to hale dead turves from the bog lookit under the blay of her kishº as she ran for to sothisfeige her cowrieosity and be me sawl but she founº hersell sackvulle of swart goody quickenshoon and small illigant brogues, so rich in sweat. Bluchyº works at Hurdlesford.
566º a.d. At this time it fell out that a brazenlockt damsel grieved (Sobralasolas!º) because that Puppette her minionº was ravisht of her by the ogre Puropeus Pious. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeaghbally.
1132º 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 ginnandgoeº 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 Dannamanº 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
ninepinceº 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,º 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, farfatch'dº and peregrineº or duignantº or clere,º lift we our ears, eyes of the darkness, from the tome of Liber Lividus and (toh!)º how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes and gloamering glades,º selfstretches afore us our fredeland'sº plain! Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies with his crook; young pricket by pricket's sisterº 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, the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights, the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygayedº the mayvalleys of Knockmaroon:º and,º though for rings round them, during a chiliad of perihelygangs,º 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 Cityº (Year! Year! And laughtears!),º these paxsealing buttonholes have quadrilled across the centuries andº whiff now whafft to us, fresh and made-of-all-smiles asº on the eve of Killallwho.
The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium hold them!);º they were and went; thigging thugs were and houhnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool fiansees. Menº have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean kerry piggy?º Andº the duncledames have countered with the hellish fellows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly?º 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: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!º And,º but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush!º 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 Timmycanº timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety! Flippety! Fleapow!
Hop!
In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongsº 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! Mostº
mousterious!º It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain pan. Meseemethº a dragonsman.º He is almonthst on the
kiefº fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksunº, be it junipery or febrewery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and
froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan!º It is evident the michindaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of slitsucked
marrowbonesº. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pillory way to Hirculos Pillarº.
Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You tollerday donsk? N. You tolkatiff
scowegianº? Nn. You spigotty anglease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so!º
'Tis a Jute. Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach eather yapyazzardº abast the blooty creeks.
jute: Yutah!
mutt:º Mukk's pleasurad.
jute: Are you jeff?
mutt: Somehards.º
jute: But you are not jeffmute?
mutt: Noho. Only an utterer.
jute: Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?
mutt: I became a stun a stummer.
jute: What a hauhauhauhaudibleº thingº to be cause! How, Mutt?
mutt: Aput the buttle, surd.
jute: Whose poddle? Wherein?
mutt: The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.
jute: You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were you.
mutt: Has? Has afº? Hasafencyº? Urpº Boohooru! Booru Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I rimimirim!
jute: One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all your hasitancy cross your qualm with trinkgiltº. Here have silvanº coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good fir yewº.
mutt: Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intellible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsyº! He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here whereº the liveries, Monomark. There where the missers moony, Minnikin Passeº.
jute: Sumplyº because,º as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstoryshortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubbages on to soil here?º
mutt: Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a riverpool.
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jute: Load allmarshyº! Wid wad for a norse like?
mutt: Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum rex roome! I could snore toº him of the spumy horn, with his woolseley side in,º by the neck I am sutton on, did Brian d'O Flinnº.
jute: Boiledoyleº and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly forstandº a weird from sturk to finnic in such a patwhotº as your rutterdamrotter, onheardº of and umscene!º Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.
mutt: Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink roundward this allbutisleº and you skull see how olde ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the Saltingsº, where wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of signoryº icefloe wasº from his Inn the Bygningº to whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr. Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering rue. Hither, craching estuardsº, they are in surgence: henceº, 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 whirlwordsº. Now are all tombed to the mound, ishges to ishgesº, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thyº prize!
jute: 'Stench!
mutt: Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an' everynight life olso th'estrange, babbyloneº the greatgrandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig, drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound seemetery which iz leebezº luv.
jute: 'Zmorde!º
mutt:º Meldundleise!º By the fearse wave benoughtedº. 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! Humbeldyº Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in your whisht!
jute: Whysht?
mutt: The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.
jute: Howe?
mutt: Here is viceking's graab.
jute: Hwaad!
mutt: Ore you astoneaged, jute you?
jute: Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud!º
(Stoop),º if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop)º in this allaphbed! Can you
rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the someº told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations.
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Tieckle. They lived und laughed andº loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdomeº is given to the Meades and Porsons. The
meandertale, aloss and again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Cloudsº walked the earthº.
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, it continues to be,º quakkyº. 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 turnpathº. Here say figurines
billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this littleº effingee is for a firefing called a flintforfall. faceº at the eased! O,º I fay!
Faceº at the waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, cace to eaceº! When a 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 rollº. Right rank ragnar rocksº 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. Whatº a mnice old mness it all mnakes! A middenhideº hoard of abjectsº! 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 oldwoldy wobblewersº haudworth a wipe o grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside!º Our
durlbin is sworming in sneaks. They came to our islandº from triangular Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie , rared up in the midst of the cargon of prohibitive
pomefructs,º but along landed Paddy Dippinghamº and hisº 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. Axeº on thwacks onº thracks,
axenwise. One by one place one be three, dittoh,º 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 liberorumqueueº to con an we can till allhorrors eve. What a
meanderthalltaleº to unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and auntisquattorº and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to
be,º every tim, mickº 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 Nanº! Accusative ahnsire! Damadam to infinities!
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True there was in nilloh'sº 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 under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last milch camelº, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns, has still to moor before the tomb of his cousin charmianº where his date is tetheredº by the palm that's hers. But the hour, the smitingº, the day of decisionº isº not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them,º chap them, cut them up allways;º leave them to terracook inº the slowth of theº muttheringpot: and Gutenmorgº with his cromagnom charter, tintingfast and great primerº 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 Yeº 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 readingsº throughout theº book of Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it,º 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,º for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leafº 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; orº 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,º this snaky woman! From that trippiery toe expectungpelick! Veilº volantine, valentine eyes. She's the very besch Winnie blows Nauº on good. Flou inn, flow ann. Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle mien, we are in nearingº of a norewhig. So weenybeenyveenyteeny. Comsy see! Hetº wis if ee newt. Lissom! Lissom!º 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 elseº to his lovesakingº eyes and whenº everybilly lived alove with
everybiddy elseº 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 oursº, Tristopher and Hilary, wereº kickaheeling their dummy on the oilclothº 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 forenenstº 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 brannewwailº that same sabbaothº 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 suddlesº 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
vanº Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands with himself,º and the jiminyº
Hilaryº and 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!º says the wicked, handwording
her madesty. So her madesty a'forethoughtº set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl vanº 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 altarsameº
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 tauchº him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecureº 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 vanº Hoother's and the Larryhillº 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
vanº 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 porterpeaseº? But that was how
the skirtmisshesº endupped. For,º like the campbells acoming with a forklanceº of lightning, Jarl vanº Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came hip hop handihap
out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castlesº in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmedº and his bullbraggin soxangloves and his ladbroke
breeksº and his cattegut bandolair and his furframed 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.º
(Perkodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghundhurthrumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun!)º
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 illiterativeº porthery in all the
flamend floodyº flatuous world. How kirssy the tilerº 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 jiminiesº 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
breetheº upon Norrönesenº or Irenean theº secrest of their soorcelossness. Quarry silex, Homfrie Noanswa?º Undy gentian festyknees, Livia Noanswa?
Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would evesdrip, were it mouseº
at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far ear.º Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him all to
time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow.º She he she ho she ha to la.º Hairflukeº, if he could bad twig her! Impalpabunt, he abhears. The soundwaves are
his
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buffeteers. Theyº trompe him with their trompes:º the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of bawhawawrdº and the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlistletomine. Landloughed by his neaghboormistress and
perpetrified in his offsprung, sabes and suckers,º the moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly oneº whose loab we are devorers of, how butt for his hold halibutt, or her to her
pudorpuffº, the lipalip oneº 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,º to make plein avowels, nor a yew nor an eye to play cashcashº in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a'toole o'tall o'tallº 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, Unfru-chikda-uru-wukru, that mighty liberator,º and begad he did, our ancestor most worshipful, till he thought of a better one in his windower's houseº with that blushmantle upon him from earsend to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies wake him. Andº 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!º Usqueadbaugham!
Anam muck an dhoul!º Didº ye drink me doornail?
Now,º be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir.º And take your laysure like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad. Sure,º
you'd only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in Kapelavaster are that winding there
|shafter the calvarysh|, the North Umbrian and
the Fivs Barrowº and Waddlings Raidº and the Bower Moore,º and wet your feetº
maybe with the foggy dew's abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey with his shoe hanging,
clankatachankata,º 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!
|shToº part from Devlin is hard,º as Nugent
knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier than its neighbour enfranchisable fieldssh|.º Butº
|shlet your ghost have no grievancesh|. You'reº
better off, sir, where you are,º primesigned in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all,
remembering your shapes and sizes,º on the pillow of your babycurls,º under your sycamore by the
keld water where the Tory's clay will scare the varmints, andº have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket, kerchief, ring and amberulla, the whole
treasure of the pyre,º |shin the land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis
Khansh|.
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Andº we'll be coming here, the ombre players,º
|shto rake your gravelsh| and bringing 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 thatº Doctor Faherty, the madison
man,º taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is the holiest thing ever was,
|shhive, comb and earwax,sh| |shthe
food for glorysh| (mindº you keep the pot |shor your nectar
cup may yield too lightsh|!), and someº goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you.º
|shYour fame is spreading like Basilico's ointmentsh| |shsince the
Fintan Lalors piped you overbordersh| |shand there's whole households beyond the Bothnians and they calling names after you.sh|
The menhere's always talking of you,º sitting around on the pig's cheeksº under the sacred rooftree, over the
bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow, with a pledge till the drengs, in |shthe Salmon
Housesh|. 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,º 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 (skull!), thatº was aº planter for you,
aº spicer of them all!º Begog but he was, theº G.O.G!º
He's duddandgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq,º but peace to his great limbs,
the buddhoch, with the last league long rest of him, while the million-candledº eye of Tuskar sweeps the
Moylean Main! There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes and
|shBrettlandsh|, no, nor in all
|shPike Countysh|,º like you, they say. No, nor a king nor an
ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. Youº could fell an elmtreeº twelve
urchins couldn't ring roundº 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
|shhogglebullysh| itself and |shmost
fieftysh|º |shlike you was taken
waterssh|, still what all?º Whereº was your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better Your Grace? Mick
MacMagnus MacCawleyº can take you off to the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle and cut. But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the
raleº 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' Dayº. 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 Heavenº!
Hep, hep, hurrah there! Hero! Seven times thereto we salute you! The whole bag of kits,
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falconplumes and jackboots incloted,º 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 sahulsº. 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:º I know thee, metherjar,º 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
|shgrammarianssh| of
|shChristpatrick'ssh| ordered concerning thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing. Howe of the
shipmen, steep wall!º
Everything's going on the same, orº so it appeals to all of us, in the old holmsted here. As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members met in the Diet
of Man.º Coughings allº over the sanctuary, bad scrantº to me aunt Florenza. The horn for
breakfast, one o'gong for lunch and dinnerchime, the sameº shop slop in the window,º Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's Vi-Cocoa andº the
Eswaurds'º desippated soup beside Mother Seagull's Syrupº. Coal's short but we've plenty of bog in the yard.
Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed.º Butº barley's up again, begrained to it!º The lads is attending school
nessonsº regular, sir. Spellingº beesknees with hathatansy and turningº out tables by mudapplication. All forº the
books and never pegging smashers after Tom Bowe-Glassarseº or Timmy the Tosser. 'Tisraelyº the truth! Nowº isn't it, roman
pathoriksº? You were the doublejoynted janitor the morning theyº 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 and his little lamp and schoolbeltº and bag of knicks,
chalking oghres on walls andº playing postman's knock round the
diggings,º and if the seep were milk you could lieve his olde by his ide. Butº, laus sake, the devil does
beº in that knirps of a Jerry sometimesº, 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 Childº 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. Andº Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. You remember Essie in Ourº Luna's Convent?º They called her Holly Merry
her lips were so ruddy berryº and Pia de Purebelle when the redminers'º riots was on about her. Were I a clerk designate to the Williamswoods menufactorsº
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!
|shHoldº him thereº, Ezekiel Irons, and may God strengthen you!sh| |shIt's our warm spirits, boys, he's spooring.sh| Dimitrius O'Flagonan, cork that cure for the Clancartys! You swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch neahere, Pat Koy! Andº 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!º
I've an eye on queer Behan and oldº Kate and the butter, trust me. She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir
postcardsº to help to build me murial. Tippers,º 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 seen your missus in the hall. Likeº queenoveire. Arrah, it's herself that's fine,
sure,º 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. Baldº Tib does be yawning and smirking cats'º hours on the Pollockses' woollyº round tabouret cushionº watching her
sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to her last. Or, while waiting for winter to fire the enchantment,º 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 aº 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 Evening
Worldº. To see is it |shsmarts, full lengths or swaggerssh|.
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, freelyº adoptedº to The
Novvergin's Viv. There'll be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her final tear. Zee Endº. But that's a world of ways away. Till track laws time. No
silver ash or switches for that one!º While flattering candles flare. |shAnna
Stacey's how are you!sh| |shWorther waist in the noblest,º says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay
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actionneers.sh| Her |shhair's asº brown as ever it wassh|. 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 haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me,º Shop Illicit, flourishing like a lordmajorº or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop a deadlop (aloose!) to leaº but lifting a benbranchº a yardalong (ivoeh!) on the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brewster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas Barnum,º humphing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a granfallarº, with a pocked wife in pickle that's a flyfire and three lice nittle clinkers, two twillingº bugs and one midgit pucelle. Andº aither he cursed and recursed and was everseenº doing what your fourfootlers saw or he was neverdoneº seeing what you coolpigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for smiledown witnesses, and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the frailyshees. Though Esebº fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round her heavens for ever. Creator,º he has created for his creatured ones a creation. White monothoistº? Red theatrocrat? And all the pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however 'twas 'tis sure for one thing, what Sherifº Toragh voucherfors and Mapqiqº makes put out, that the manº, Humme the Cheapner, Esc, overseenº 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 anotherº with a bumrushº in a hull of a wherry, the twin turbane dhowº The Bey for Dybblingº, |shthis archipelago's first visiting schooner,sh| with a |shwicklowpatternº waxenwench at her prow for a figureheadsh|, the |shdeadsea dugong updipdripping from his depths,sh| and has been repreaching himself like a fishmummer these sixtytenº years ever since,º his shebi by his shide, adi and aid, growing hoarish under his turban and changing cane sugar into sethulose starchº (Tuttut's cess to him!),º as also that,º 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 in lashons of languages (honnein suit and praisers be!),º and, totalisating him, even hamissim of himashim,º that he, sober serious, he is ee and no counter he who will be ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Edenborough.