FINNEGANS WAKE

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Fair copy, March 1927, I.3 draft level 4

MS missing; British Library 47472 173-193 Draft details

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Therewith was released a poisoning volume ofº cloud indeed!º Yet all they who heard or redelivered are now as much no more as be they not yet now or had they then notever been. Canbe in some future we shall presently here the zitherer of the past with his merrymen all, zimzimº zimzim. Of the |4persons persins4| sin the story (which is from tubb to buttomº all falsetissues, antilibellous and nonactionable and this applies to its whole volume)º Osti, quite a musical genius in a small way and the owner of an exceedingly niced ear, no one end is known. O'Hara,º crestfallen by things and down at heels at the time, they squeak, accepted the (Saxon) ardree's shilling at the conclusion of the Crimean Warº and, having flown his wild geese, enlisted in Tyrone's horse, the Irish whites, and soldiered a bit under the |v4gunname assumed namev4| of Blanco Fusilovna Bucklovitch after which the cawer and Pump Court Columbarium looked upon each other no more for it transpires that on the other side of the water it came about that on the field of Vasileff's Cornix inauspiciously he perished. Paul Horan, at the suggestion thrown out by the master in lunacy, was thrown into an asylum for inmates in the northern counties. Sordid Sam, hauntedº always by his ham,º passed away painlessly one hallowe'en night, ebbrous and in the state of nature, propelled from behind into the great Beyond by footblows upon his oyster and atlas on behanged and behooved and behicked and behulked of his last fishandblood bedscrappers, a Northwegian and his mate of the sheafaring class. Thoughº the last straw |v+4glimpt glimtv+|4| his baring he is said to have said —º as had the |4brief4| thot |4|v+butv+|4| fell in till his head like a bass dropt neck fust in till a bung crate:º |4Me drames has come through!º4| |4My centuple |aMay my |v+Let my Now let myv+|a| centuple |v+selves celves v+|, asº Micholas de Cusack calls them, andº of4| all of whose I |+4hereby in my hereinafter+| of course by recourse4| demission me,º by the |v+4coincidence coincidancev+|4| of their contraries reamalgamerge in that identity
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ofº |v+4indiscernibles undiscerniblesv+|4| where the Baxters and the |v+4Fleischmanns Fleshmansv+| may |v+theyv+|4| cease to |4trouble |v+bedivil bidivilv+|4| us andº |4my outandout brief candlestick this |v+outinout outandinv+| brown candlestock4| melt |v+4Molon's Nolan'sv+|4| into peese!º Dislikerº as he was |v+4of tov+|4| druriodrama,º Langley, the prophet, disappearedº from the surface of his earth so entirely spoorlessly as to tickle the speculative to all but opine that the hobo (who possessed a large amount of the humoresqueº) had |4removed transtuled4| his habitatº to its |4interior interrimost4|. Again, was the reverend, the sodality director, that eupeptic viceflayer to whose pulpit sinning society sirens (see the presspassim) fortunately became so enthusiastically attached and was an objectionable ass who very occasionally wore a raffles ticket on his hat and was semiprivately convicted of malpractices with his tableknife that same type of the dunhill, fully several yearschaums riper, encountered by Humphrey Chimpden on that redletter morning or mayday?º |4was he Wereº they4|?

It is nebuless a wellvouchedfor fact of the commonest that the shape of
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the average human cloudyphiz
frequently altered its ego with the passing of the showers. Whence it is a slipperishº matter, given the wet and low visibility,º to idendifine the individuone in baggy pants and shufflers with already an inclination in the direction of baldness who was asked by free boardschool shirkers in drenched coats over awall to tell them overagait that fishabed story of ghosts! but he has changed alok! Drink!º It was the Lord's own day for damp and the request was put to the porty (a native of the sisterisle by his brogue which is said to have been average clonturkish who had made the southeast bluffs of the stranger
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stepshore his headquarters) as he paused at evenchime for ten or so minutes amid the devil's one duldrumº for a fragrend calabashº during his weekend
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pastime of executing with Anny Oakley deadliness |4bottles emptiesº4| which had not very long before contained Reid's family (you ruad that before, soaky, but all the bottles in soddemdº histry will not soften your |4bloodithirst bloodathirst4|!) stout. Having reprimed his repeaterº His Revenanceº rose to his feet and there, far from Tolkaheim, in a quiet English garden where the joyshots rang no moreº his simple intensive curolent vocality called up before the triad of precoxious caremakers the now to ushere mythicalº habiliments of Our Farfar and Arthor of our doyne. Our eyes demand their turn. Let thereº be seen! Humphrey's latitudinous hat with puggaree behind,º his fourinhand bow, his gruff woolselywellesly with the finndrinnyº knopfs and the gauntlet upon the hand which in an hour not for him solely evil had struck down the mightheº mighthavebeen D'Esterreº of whom his nation seemed almost already to be about to have need. Then, stealing his thunder, but in the befitting legomena of the smaller country, aº bit duskish and flavoured with a smile, seein as ow his thoughts consisted chiefly of the cheerio,º he aptly sketched for our soontobe |4second4| parents the touching seene. It scenes like a landescape from Wildu Picturescu or some seem omº some dimb Arras, dumb as Mum's mutyness,º this mimage of the seventyseventh kusin of Kristansenº is odable to
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os across the wineless Ere no |4odor oedorº4| nor mere eerie nor liss potent of suggestion than in the tales of the tingmount. The augustan peacebetothem oaks, the monolith rising stark from the moonlit pinebarren, theº angelus hour with ditchers bent upon their farm usetensiles, the soft belling of the fallow deers (doerehmoose genuane!) advertising their milky approach as midnight was striking the hours (letate!), and how brightly the great tribune outed the smokewallet from his frock,º kippers, and he tips un a topping swank cheroot, none of your swellish soide, quoit the reverse, and he says he was to just pluggy well suck that brown boyo, my son, and spend a whole half hour in Havana. How he met Master, he mean to say, on Lorenzo Tooley Streetº and howº he wished his Honour the bannocks of Gort and Morya and Bri Head and Puddyrick, yore Loudship, — a strange wish for you, my friend, and it would poleaxe your sonson's grandsonº utterly though your |4own old |asweating sweatandsweara|4| floruerunts heaved it |4hoch4| many as the times whenº they were turrified |4by beº4| the hitz. Anyº dog's life you listº you may still hearº them at it, ulemamen, sobranjewomen, storthingboys and dumagirls, as they pass its bleak and bronze portal of your Casaconcordia: Huru more Nee, minny frickans? Hwoorledes har Dee det? Losdoor onleft,º mladies, cue! Millecientotrigintadue scudi!º |4Tipote Tipotty4|, kyrie, tipotty!º Cha kai rotty kai makkar, sahib? Despenseme Usted, senhor, en son succo, sabez!º O thaw bron orm, A'Cothraige, thinkinthou gaily?
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Lick-Pa-flai-hai-pa-Pa-li-si-liang-liang!º Epi alo, écouº, Batiste, tuvavnr dans lptitº boing coing!º Ismeneº de bumbac e meias de portocalliu!º O! O!º Os pipos mios es demasiada gruarso por O piccolo pocchino! Wee fee? Ung duro!º Kocshis, szabad? Mercy, and you? Gomagh, thak!º And says he with mugger's ears in his eyes: Meggeg,º m'gay fellow, as sicker as eggs is known to be which they commercially are in ahoy high British quarters my business credits will immediately stand ohoh open as straight as that neighbouring monument's fabrication before the hygienic gllll (this was where the reverent sabbothº and bottlebreaker with firbalk forthstretched touched upon his tricoloured boater, cordially invitin the adullescence who he was wising up to do in like manner what all did
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so as he was able to add) lobe before the Great Schoolmaster's. Smile!º

Life, he himself said once, isº a wake, livit or krikit, and on the bunk of our breadwinning lies the cropse of our seedfather. The scene, refreshed, reroused, was never to be forgotten for later in the century one of that little band of factferretersº (then an excivilº (retired), (hurt),º (underº the sixtyfives act)º) rehearsed it with a dignified bow to a cousin of theº late archdeacon F. X. Preserved Coppinger in a pullwoman of our first transhibernian with one still sadder circumstance which is a dirkanddurkº heartskewerer if everº. Cycloptically through the windowdisks and with eddying awes the round eyes of the rundeisers beheld the clad pursue the bare, the bare the green, the
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green the frore, the frore the cladagain, as their convoy wheeled encirculingly abound the gigantig's lifetree, our fireleaved loverlucky blomsterbohm, phoenix in our woodlessness, haughty, cacuminal, erubescent,º whose roots they be asches with lustres of peins. For as often as the Archicadenus spoke of it by request, all,º hearing the cousin's descriptionº of that fellowcommuter's play upon countenants,º could simply imagine themselves,º in their bosom's inmost core, timesported acorss the yawning (abyss), as once they were, seasidersº listening to the cockshyshooter'sº evensong evocation of the doomed but always ventriloquent Agitator (no notº more plangorpoundº the billows o'er Thounawahallya Reef!),º silkhouatted aginsst the dusk of skumring,º his manslayer's gunwielder protended towards that overgrown leadpencil which was soon,º |4monumentally monomentallyº4| at least,º to rise as Molyvdokondylonº to be his to be his mausoleum (O'dan stod til steyneº at meisies aye skould show pon),º while olloverº his exculpatory features, as Roland rung, the ghost of resignation diffused a spectral appealingness, similar in origin and in effectº to a beam of sunshine upon a coffinplate.º

What formal cause made a smile of thatº tothink? Who was he to whom? Whose are the placewheres? They answer from their zoans.º Hear the four of them! Hark,º the roar of them!º I, says Armagh, and a'm proud of it. I, says Clonakilty, God help us! I, says Deansgrange, and say nothing. I, says Barna, and what aboutº it? Hee haw! Before he fell hill he filled heaven: a sdreamº, alplapping streamlet, coyly coiled um, cool of her curls.º We were but thermites then, wee, wee. Our antheap we sensed as anº Hill of Allen, the Barrow for a People, one Jotnursfjaell: and it was a |4grummeling grummelung4| amung the porktroop that wonderstruck us asº thunderº yonder.

Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude, the evidencegivers by legpoll too untrustworthily irreperible where his adjudgersº are seeminglyº freak threes but his judicandees plainly minus twos. Yet certes one is. Eher the following winter had overed the pages of nature's book the shadow of the huge outlander had bulked at the bar of thrice a hundred tribunals,º inº manor hall as in thieves' kitchen, here sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice, there acquitted con testimonyº
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with benefit of clergy. Hisº Thing Mod have undone him: and his madthingº has done him man. His beneficiaries are legion: they number up his years. Greatwheel Dunlop was the name |4was4| on him in the part he createdº: behung, all we are his bisaacles. As hollyday in his house so was he priest and king to that: ulvy came, envy saw, ivy conquered. Lou! lou!º They have waved his green boughs o'er him as they have torn him limb from lamb. For his muertification and uxpiration and dumnation and annuhulation.
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But, lo! lo!º human, erring and condonable,º the unforgettable treeshade looms up behind the jostling judgmentsº of those, as all should owe, malrecapturable days.

Tap and pat and tapatagain, threeº tommix, soldiers free, cockaleak and cappapee, of the Coldstream Guardsº were walkingº in (pardonnez-leur, je vous en prie,º eh?)º Montgomery Streetº. One voiced an opinion in which on either sideº (pardonnez!), nodding, all concurredº (je vous en prie,º eh?).º It was the first woman, they said, souped him, Lili Coninghams. Wroth mod eldfar, ruth redd stillstandº, wrath wrackt wroth, confessed private Pat Marchison retro. One of our coming Vauxhall ontheboards who is resting for the moment (she has been callit by a noted elecutioner a wastepacket Sittons) was interfeud in a waistend pewty parlour. Looking perhaps even more pewtyflushed Mrs F— A—º said, while recoopering her cartwheel hat, she hoped he would git a Chrissman's portrout with holleggsº and ether as the worryld had been uncained. Then it has been such a wanderful noyth untirely, added she. A dustman nocknamed Sevenchurches in the employ of Messrs Ashburnº, Soulpetre and Ashreborn, prairmakers, Glintalook, was asked by the sisterhood the vexed question during his midday collation of the spuds and tripes in a hashhoush and|v4, thankeaven,v4| responsed impulsively: We have just been propogandering his nullity suit among my own crush. All our fellows at O'Dea's say he is a cemented brick, buck it all! A more nor usually sober cardriver, who was jauntingly hosing his runabout, Ginger Jane, took a strong view. Lorry hosed her as he talked and this is what he told rewritemen: Irewaker isº just a plain pink joint reformee in private life but folks all have it he has parliamentary honours. A railways barmaid's view (they call her
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) was thus expressed:º Ehim! It is ever too late to whissle when Phyllis floods her stable. It would be skarlot shameº to jailahim in lockup what matter what merrytricks went off with his revulverher in connections with ehim |4being a norphan and4| enjoining such wicked illth, ehim! Well done, Drumcollakill, was the reply of a B.O.T. official while the Daughters Benkletter murmured in uniswoon: Golforgilfhisjury! Brian Lynskeyº, the cub curser, was questioned and gave a snappy comeback, when saying: Paw! Once more I say! I am for caveman sex, burk you! Them two bitches ought to be leashed, canem! Paw! A wouldbe martyr, when grilled on the point, revealed the undoubted fact that |4the consequence would be4| there would be fights all over Cuxhaven. Missioner Ida Wombwell, the seventeenyearold revivalist,º said concerning the coincident of |4interfering interfizzing4| with grenadines and other respectable and disgusted peersons using the park: That perpendicular person is a brut! But a mignificentº brut! Sylvia Silence, the girl detective,º when supplied with informations as to the several facets |4in of4| the case in her cozydozy bachelure's flat, quite |4overlooking o'erlookingº4| John a'Dream's mews, leaned back in her really truly easychairº to query restfully |4in through4| her vowelthreaded syllabelles: Have you evew thought, wepowtewº, that sheew gweatness was his twagedyº? Nevewtheless accowding to my considewed attitudes he should pay the full penalty, pending pursuance, as per Subsec.º 32, Sectionº 11, of the C.L.A. Actº 1885. Meagher, a naval rating, seated on |4one of4| the granite cromlech setts of our new fishshambles after the ever popular act, was encouraged by one of his affianced to get your breath, Walt, and thus replied to her thankskissing: I lay my two fingerbuttons,º fianseeº Meagher, heº was to blame about your two velvetthighs up Horniman's Hill — as hook and eye blame him or any other piscman? — but I also think by the siege of his trousers there was someone else behind it — you bet your bottom blarney!º — about their three drummers down Keysars Lane.

Beº these meer marchant taylors'º fablings? Can it be, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true thatº any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, beyessed to and denayed of, are given to us by some who use the truth but sparingly and weº on this side ought to sorrow for their pricking pens on that account?º The seventh city,
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his citadear of refuge, whither (would we believe the laimen and their counts), beyond the outbravedº gales of Atreeatic, he had fled, shipalone, a raven |4on of4| the
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wave, fromº the ostmen's dirtby on the old vic, to forget in expiating manslaughter, theº wastobe land in which by the fourth commandment with promise his days apostolic were to be long by the abundant mercy of Him Which Thundereth From On Highº, murmured, would rise against him with all which in them were, do him hurt, poor jink, ghostly following bodily, as were he made a curse for them, the corruptible lay quick, all saints of incorruption of an holy nation, the common or ere-in-garden castaway, in red resurrection to condemn so they might convince him, first pharoah, Humpheres Cheops Exarchas, of their proper sins. Businessbredº to speak with a stiff upper lip to all men and most occasions,º the Man we wot of took little short of fighting chances but for all that he or his or his care were subjected to the horrors of the premier terror of Errorland. (Perorhaps!)º

We seem to us (the realº Us!) to be reading our Amenti in the sixth sealed chapter of the going forth by black. It was after the show at Wednesbury that one tall man, humping a suspicious parcel, when returning late amid a dense particular on his home way from the second house by the old spot, Roy's Corner, had a barkiss revolver placed to his faced with the words you're shot! by an unknowable assailant (masked) against whom he had been jealous overº Lotta Crabtree.º More than that,º Whenn the Waylayer (not a Lucalizod diocesan or even of the Glendalough seeº but hailing fro' the prow of Little Britain), mentioning
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in a bytheway that he had a loaded Hobson's which left only twin alternatives as, viceversa, either he would surely shoot her by pistolº (she could be sure of that!) or, failing of that, bash in Patch's |v4blankv4| face beyond recognition, pointedly asked with gaelishº gall wodkar blizzard's business Thornton had with |4that4| Kane's fender,º only to be answered by the aggravated assaulted that thatº was the snaps for him, Midweeks, to sultry well go and find out if he was showery well able. Butº how transparingly nontrue, gentle writerº! His feet one is not a tall man, not at all.º Was it supposedly in connection with a girl or to explode and force a shrievalty
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entrance that the heavybuilt man in a butcherblue blouse from One Life One Suit (a men's wear store), with a most decisive bottle of single in his possession, seized after dark by the town guard at Haveyou-caught-emerod'sº temperance gateway,º was there in a gate's way. Fifthly, howº truetoned on his first time of hearing the wretch's statement that, muttering Irish, he had had had o'gloriously a'lot too much horseshoe fine to drink in a ship hotel and was only falling fluthered up against the gatestone pier which, with the cow's bonnet a'top o'itº, he falsetook for a cattlepillar with purest peaceablest intentions. Yet how lamely hobbles the hoy of his then pseudojocax explanationº how he was a process serverº and was merely trying to open a bottlofº stoub by hammering his magnum bonum (the curter the club the sorer the savage) against the bludgey gate for the boots about the swan,º Maurice Behan, who hastily threw on a pair of old Sirº Bunchamon's pants, steppedº into his shoes and came down |4to the tiltyard4| from the wastes u'sleepº in his obi ohny overclothes or choker, attracted by the norse of gunplay,º said heº war 'prisedº safe in bed when wokenp by aº fourth loud snore out of his land of byelo by hearing hammerangº emanating from the blind pig and anything like it he never. This battering babel alloverº the door and sideposts, he always said, was not in the very remotest like the babble of a bottle of boose which would not rouse him out of slumber deep but reminded him loads more of marses of foreign musikants' instrumongs or the overthrew to the third last days of pomperyº, if anything.

Just one moment. A pinch in time of the ideal, musketeers! |v4And call all your smokeblushes, Snowwhite and Rosered, if you will have the real cream! Cherchons la flamme!v4| Takeº an old geeser who calls on his skirt. Note his sleek hair, so elegant, tableau vivant. He vows her to be his own honeylamb, swears they will be papa pals, by Sam, and share good times way down west in a guaranteed happy lovenest when May moon she shines and they twinkle all the night, combing the comet's tail uprightº and shooting popguns at the stars. For dear old grumpaparº he's gone on the razzledar, through gazing and crazing and blazing at the stars. She wants her wardrobe to hear with cash so as she can buy her trousseau and cut a dash with Arty, Bert or possibly Charley Chance (who knows?) so tolloll, Mr Hunker,º you're too dada for me to dance (|4and so4| off she goes!) and that's how half the girls in town has got their bottom drars while grumpapar he's trying to hitch his braces on to his stars. But old grum he's not so clean dippy between sweet you and |4I yum4| (not on your life, boy! not in those trousers! not by a large jugful!) for someplace on the sly old grum has his girl number two and he would like to canoodle her too some part of the time for he is downright fond of his ownº number one but O he's fair mashed on peaches number two so that if he could only canoodle the two all three would feel genuinely happy, it's as simple as A.B.C.,º the two mixers, we mean, with their cherrybumº chappy (for he is simply shamming dippy) if they all were afloat in a dreamlifeboat, hugging two by two in his zoo-doo-you-dooº, |4a4| tofftoffº for thee, missymissy for me and |4how-came-you-so how-cameyou-e'ensoº4| for Farber, in his tippy, up and down dippy, tiptoptippy canoodle, can you? Withº which |4clap, trap and soddenment,4| our mutual friends the fender and the bottle at the gate seem to be implicitly
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in the same boots, so to put it, bearing |4also4|
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several of the earmarks of design, for there is in fact no use in putting a tooth in a thing of that sort and the amount of all that sort of thing which has been going on among all kinds of |4promiscuousº4| individuals has been particularly stupendous.

But to resume inquiries. Willº it ever be next morning the postman's (officially called carrier's, Letters Scotch, Limited) strange fate to hand in an envelope, written in divers stages of ink, superscribed to |4Hide Hyde4| and Cheek, Edenberry, |4Dubblenn Dubbllennº4|, WC,º and subpencilled by yours A Laughable Party,º with afterwite? Will whatever will be written always seem semposed, black looking white and white guarding black, in that siamixed twoatalk used twixtº stern swift and jolly roger? Always and ever till Cox's wife pokes her nose into the matter with Owen K. after her, to see whawa smutter after,º will this kiribis pouch filled with litterish fragments lurk dormant in the paunch of that halpbrother of a herm, a pillarbox? Theº coffin, a triumph of the illusionist's art, at first blench naturally taken for a handharp (it is hardwarpº to tristinguish jubabe from jabule or either from tubote when all three have just been invened),º had been removedº from the hardware premises of Oetzmann and Nephew, a noted house of the gonemost westº which in the natural course of |4all4| things continues to supply funeral requisites of every needed description. Why needed, though? Indeed neededº because the |4flash4| girls or girl one |4meets games4| with at the finery ball
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and |4the your4| upright grooms that always come right up with you,º what else in this mortal world|4|a, now oursa|,º when mid their nackt, meet there night, mid their nackt, me there naket, maid made their nought,º the hour strikes,º4| would bring them |4back rightcamebackº in the flesh, thumbs down,4| to their horses and their ashes.

In the bottled heliose case continuing, Long Lally Tobkids,
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the special, sporting a fine breast of medals, and a conscientious scripturereader to boot,º swore like a Norewheezian on theº stand before the proper functionary that he was up against a right querrshnorrtº of a mand in the butcher of the blouse who, he guntinued, on last epening after delivering some carcasses and meatjutes on behalf of Messrs Otto Sands and Eastman, Limericked, victuallersº, went and, with his unmitigated astonissment, kickicked at the dun and doorassº against all the runes and, when challenged about this on his solemn by the imputant imputed, said simply: I appop pie oath, Phillyps. You did, as I sostressed before. You are deepknee in error, sir, Mrs Tomkimsº, let me then tell you, replied with a salaam MacPartland (theº meatmam'sº family name).º

Now to the obverse. From velveteens to dimities is barely a fivefinger span and hence |4this these4| camelback excesses are thought to have been instigated by one or either of the causing causes of all, those rushy hollow heroines in their skirtsleeves, be she the margrettaº be she the posque. Oh! Oh! Because it is a horrible thing to have to say to say to day but one dilalah, Lupita Lorette, shortly after in a fit of the unexpectednesses drank carbolic with all her dear |4placid4| life before her and paled off while the other soiled dove that's her sister-in-love, Luperca Latouche,º finding
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one day while dodging chores that she stripped well and that her galbs were glad to see each other,º the nautchy girl soon found her fruitful hat too small for her and rapidly taking time, look,º she rapidly took to necking,º partying and selling her spare favours in the haymow or in lumber closets or in the greenawn ad huc or in the sweet churchyard close itself for a bit of soft coal or an array of thin trunks, serving whom in fine that same hot coney ຠla zingaraº which our own little Graunya of the chilired cheeks dished up to the greatfather of Oscar, that son of a Coole. Houri of the coast of emerald, arrah of the lacessive poghue, did not she, come leinster's eveº, true dotter of a dearmud,º with so valkirry a licence as sent many a poor pucker packing to perdition, again and again, ay, and again sfidare him, tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido, toos topples topple, stop, yeº dog ye! And did not he, like Arcoforty, farfar off Bisavoloº, missbrand her behaveyous with iridescent huecry of down right
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mean false sop lap sick dope? So gave,º so take.º Now not, not now.º He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want. Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead era, hark! He hea, eyes ravenous on her lippling lills. He hear her voi of day gon by. He hears! Zay, zay, zay! But cannot answer. Nor needs none shaft from Phenicia or Little Asia to |4obelize obelise4| on the spout nor sunkenness in Tomar's Wood to bewray how erpressgangs score off the rued. If violence to life, limb and chattels, often as
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not, has been the expression, direct or through an agent male,º of womanhid offended (ah! ah!)º has not levy of blackmailº from the times the fairies were in itº followed an impressive private reputation for whispered sins?

Now turn wheel again to the whole of the wall. There was once upon a wall and a hooghoog wall a was and such aº wallhole did exist. A stonehinged gate thereº was for another thing while the suroptimist had bought and enlarged that shack under fair rental of one yearlyng sheep,º value of sixpence, and one small yearlyng goat,º value of eightpence, to grow old and happy inº for the remainder of his years;º and when everything was got up for the purpose he put a gate on the place by no means as some pretendº a bedstead in loo thereof to keep out donkeys (the pigdirt hanging from the jags to this hour makes that clear) and just thenabouts the iron gape, by old custom left open to prevent the cat fromº getting at the goat, was triplepatlockt on him on purpose by his faithful poorters to keep him inside probably and possibly in case he felt like sticking out his chest too far and tempting gracious providence by a stroll on the nation's eggday, unused as he was asº yet to being freely clodded.
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O, by the by,º it ought to be always remembered in connection with what has gone before that there was a northroomer stopping in number 32 at the Rum and Puncheon prior to that, a commercial
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from the U.S.E.,º paying 11/- in the weekº (Gosh, these wholly romads!)º and he missed a soft felt and, take this in, six quid fifteenº of conscience money in the first dealº of Yulyº and constatedº that one had his melton disturbed. Now you must know that the gate and bandstand butcheryº was merely a tissue of threats and abuse and after this sort. Humphrey'sº unsolicited visitor from the middle west, after having blew some quaker's (for you!) in through the keyhole to attract attentionº bleated through the gale outside which he was howling, first, that he would break his head for him, next, that he would break the gage over his lankyduckling head the same way he would crack a nut with a monkeywrench and, last of all, that heº would give him his (or the umperom'sº) blood to drink. He demanded more wood alcohol to pitch in with, alleging that his grandfather's wasº all taxis and that it was only after ten o'connell, and then, not easily discouraged, opened the floodgates of his wrath and went on at a wicked rate, weathering against him from eleven thirty to two in the afternoon without even a luncheonette interval.º Earwickerº, longsuffering,º
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under restraint in the sititout corner of his conservatoryº behind faminebuilt walls, his thermos
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flask
and ripidionº flabel by his side and a walrus whiskerbristle for a tuskpick, compiled a long list (now feared in part lost) to be kept on file of all theº abusive names he was called (we have been compelled etcetera by |4Joseph Josephine4| Brewster in the collision known as Contrastations with Inkermann and so on and so onwardº, |4celestials lacies in loo water4|, flee, celestials, one clean turv): Firstnighter,º Informer, Old Fruit, Yellow Whigger, Wheatears, Goldy Goat, Bogside Beauty, York's Porker, Funnyface, Grease with the Butter, Cainandabler, Ireland's Eighth Wonderful Wonder, Codsoilman,º Moonface the Murderer, Hoary Hairy Hoax, Midnight Sunburst, Swad Puddlefoot, Gouty Ghibellinoº, Loose Luther, Muddle the Plan, Luck before Wedlock, I Divorce Thee Husband, Barebarean, Peculiar Person, Grunt Owl's Facktotem, Twelve Months'º Aristocrat, Lycanthrope, Cumberer of God's Holy Ground,º
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Scuttle to Cover, Ruin of the Small Trader, He — —,º Milkinghoneybeard, Armenian Atrocity, Sickfish Bellyup, — —,º Manº Devoyd of the Commoner Characteristics of an Irish Nature, Bad Humborg, —,º Hraabhraab, Coocoohandler, Dirt, Micher from your Home, Woolworth's Worst, Guineapig's Bastard, Boose in
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, Mister Fatmateº:º but did not respond a solitary wedgeword beyond such sedentarity though it was as easy as kissanywhere for the passive resistant in the booth he was in to reach for the hello grip and ring up Kimmage Outer 17.67º because, as the fundamentalist explained, touchin his woundid feelins in the fuchsiar,º the dominican mission was on at the time and he thought the rowmish devowtion known as the howly rowsary might reeform him, Gunn. Thatº more than considerably unpleasant bullocky before he rang off drunkishly pegged a few polished stones all of a size at the wicket in support of his words but seeing through his semisubconscious the seriousness of what he might have done had he really carried out his terrible intentions finally caused him to change the |4bowling bawling4| and leave downg the whole grumus of brookpebbles pangpung and, having sobered up a bit, this backblocks boor left the |4paleolithic paleologic4| scene afterº exhorting Earwicker or, in slightly modified phraseology, Mr Earwicker, his name of multitude, to cocoa come outside to Mockerloo out of that for the honour of Crumlinº with his broody old flishguds, Cog's curse to |4him thim4|,º so as he could brianslog and burst him all up, you go bail,º and build rocks over him or,º if he didn't, for two and thirty straws, be Cacao Campbell,º he didn't know what he wouldn't do for him nor nobody else nomore nor him,º after which, playing on the least change of his manjester's voiceº the |4pantomime topical fuguall tropical4|

My schemesº into obeyance for
Thisº time has had to fall,º

he bit goodbye to his thumb and proceeded with a Hubbleforth slouch in his slipsº backwords (Et Cur Heli!) in the directions of the duff and demb institutions about ten or eleven hundred years lurch away in the moonshiny gorge of Patself on the Bach.
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Yet he made leave to many a door beside of Finglas weald for his cairns are at browse up hill and down coombe and on eolithostroton, at Howth or at Coolock or even at Enniskerry. Oliver'sº lambs we do call them and they shall be gathered unto him, their herd |4and paladin,4| in that day when he shall wake from earthsleepº |4in his valle of briers4| and o'er dun and dale |4|a(lord protect us!) theº wulverulverlordº (protectº us!)a|4| his mighty horn shall roll, orland, roll.

Liverpoor? Sot a bit of it! His braynes coolt parritch, his pelt nassy, his heart's adrone, his bluidstreams acrawl, his puff but a piff, his extremitiesº extremely |4so, so:º4| Humph is in his doge. |4words Words4| weigh noº more to him than raindrips to Rathfernhim. Which we all like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping. Drain. Sdops.