Revised pages of transition 4 (July 1927), early 1930s-1933, I.4 draft level 8, 8+

MS British Library 47475 32-42; 121-131 Draft details

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As the lion in our teargarten remembers the nenuphars of his Nile it may be that the besieged bedreamt him still and solely of those lililiths undeveiled which had undone him, gone for aye, and knew not the watchful treachers at his wake, and theirs to stay. It may be that he reglimmed? presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and shone. It may be that with his deepseeing insight (had not wishing oftbeen but good time wasted), petrified within his patriarchal shamanah, broadsteyne 'bove citie (Twillby! Twillby!), he, conscious of enemies, a kingbilly whitehorsed in a Finglas mill, prayed as he sat on anxious seat during that three and a hellof hours' agony of silence, ex profundis malorum, with unfeigned charity that his wordwounder, |+8a born and bred an+|8| engels |8|+to the teeth+|8| who|8|+, nomened Nash of Girahash,º+|8| would go anyoldwhere |8|+in the weeping world+|8| on his mottled belly |8(the rab|a, the kreeponskneeda|!)8| for milk, music or married missusses, might, mercy to providential benevolence's (who hates prudencies) astuteness, unfold into the first of a distinguished dynasty of his posteriors,
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blackfaced connemaras not of the fold but elder children of his household, his most besetting of ideas (pace his twolve |+8predaminant predamanant+|8| passions) being the formation, as in more favoured climes, |8|+where the Meadow of Honey is guestfriendly and the Mountain of Joy receives,+|8| of a truly criminal stratum, Ham's cribcracking yeggs, thereby at last eliminating from the oppidump much desultory delinquency from all classes and masses with directly derivative decasualisation: sigarius (sic!) vindicat urbes terrorum (sicker!): and so the hobedience of the citizens elp the ealth of the ole.
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Let us leave theories there and return to here's here. Now hear. The |8|+teak+|8| coffin, |8|+Pughglasspanelfitted,+|8| feets to the east, was to turn in handy later, materially effecting the cause. And this is the thinghowe. Any number of conservative public bodies, through |8|s+a number ofs+|8| select and other committees |8|s+having power to add to their numbers+|8|, before voting themselves |8and himself, town, port |~& and~| garrison,8| by a fit and proper resolution once for all out of plotty existence, made him, while his body still persisted, their present of a |8protem8| grave in Moyelta of the best Lough Neagh pattern, then as much in demand among misonesans as the Isle of Man today among limniphobes. It was in a fairly fishy condition after the Fianna's foreman had taken his handful, enriched with ancient woods and dear dutchy deeplinns mid which were an old knoll and a troutbeck, vainyvain of her osiery and |8chatty a chatty sally8| with any Wilt or Walt who would ongle her as Izaak did to the tickle of his rod and watch her (++8waters: waters of,++) her sillying (++waters: waters of,º++)8| and there now, brown peater everipple (may their quilt gild lightly over his somnolutent form!), Whoforyou lies his last, by the wrath of Bog, like the erst curst Hun in the bed of his |8trueblue treubleu8| Donawhu.

This wastohavebeen underground heaven|8|+, or mole's paradise +| (its architectº, |a|~Mgr~| Peurelachasse,ºa| having been obcaecated lest
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he should petrifake |asuchanother suchanevvera| while the contractors,º |~Messrs~| T. A. Birkettsº and L. O. Tuohalls,º were made invulnerably venerable)
8|, first in the west, our misterbilder|8, Castlevillainous,º8| openly damned and blasted by means of a hydromine, system Sowan and Beltiny, exploded from a reinvented |8|s+T.N.T.s+|8| bombingpost up ahoy of eleven hundred and thirtytwo wingrests (circiter) to sternboord out of his aerial thorpeto, Auton Dynamon, contacted with the expectant minefield by tins of improved ammonia lashed to her shieldplated gunwale and fused into tripup cables, slipping through tholes and playing down from the conning tower into the ground battery fuseboxes, all differing as clocks from keys since nobody appeared to have the same time of beard, some saying by their Oorlog it was Sygstrygg's to nine, more holding with the Ryan wacht it was Dane to pfife. He afterwards|8, when hisº blaetther began to fail off him and his rough bark was wholly husky and, stoop by stoop, he neared it (woodm wouldmanspare!),º8| carefully lined the ferroconcrete result with rotproof bricks and mortar, fassed to fossed, |8|x|~to retire and retired~| beneath the heptarchy of his towerettes, the beauchamp, byward, bellº and lion, the white, the wardrobe and
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|~the bloody and bloodied,~|
x|8| so encouraging additional useful councils public such as the Breeders' Union, the Guild of Merchants of the Staple et a.u.c. to present unto him |8|s+with funebral pompºs+|8| over and above that a stone slab with the usual MacPelah address of valediction: We have done with you, Heer Herewhippit, skidoo!

|88| Show coffins, winding sheets, cinerary urns, liealoud brasses, snuffchests, poteentubbs, goodbuy bierchepes|8, lacrimal ewerts,8| and for that matter any kind of |s+8funeral inhumationarys+|8| bric au brac |8for the adornamentº of |~this his~| glasstone |~honupheum honophreumº~|8| would naturally follow, halas, in the ordinary course, enabling that roundtheworlder to live all safeathomely the presenile days of his life of opulence, ancient ere decrepitude, whaling away the whole of the while, lethelulled |8(hypnos chilia eonon!)º8| between explosion and reexplosion |8(|~Donnauwatter Donnaurwatteur~|! Hunderthunder!)8| from grosskopp to megapod, embalmed, of grand age, rich in death anticipated.

|8|+But abide Zeit's sumonserving, rise after fallº: blueblitzboltedº from |aOnhigh Sideriaºa|, buried burrowing in Gehinnon, |athere, knowing the hingeworms of the hallmirks of habitationlessness,ºa| to proliferate through all his Unterwealth, seam by seam, sheol om sheol, and revisit |athe oura| Uppercrust |aofº Utilitariosa|, the divine one, the hoarder hidden, propagatingº his plutorpopular progeniem of pots and pans and pokers and puns.+|8|

The other spring offensive on the heights of Abraham may have come about all quite by accidence. Foughtarundser (for Breedabrooda had at length persuaded him to have himself to be |+8buried as septuply buried as the murdered Cian+|8| in Finntown) had not been three monads in his watery grave when portrifaction, dreyfussed as ever, began to ramp, ramp, ramp, the boys are parching. From both Celtiberian camps (granting at the onset for the sake of argument that men on the two sides, in New South Ireland and Vetera Uladh, bluemin and pillfaces, during the ferment With the Pope or On the Pope, had, moors or letts, grant ideas, grunted) all conditions, poor cons and dives mor, were drawn toowards their Bellona's Black Bottom, once Woolwhite's Waltz (Ohiboh, how becrimed, becursekissed and bedumbtoit!), some for want of proper feeding in youth, others already caught in the honourable act of slicing out careers for family and carvers in conjunction: and, if emaciated enough, the person garrotted may have suggested to whomever
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took the ham of, the plain being involved in darkness, low cirque waggery, nay, even the first old wugger of himself in the flesh, whiggissimus incarnadined, when falsesighted by the ifsuchhewas bully on the hill, a tory of the tories, for there had circulated freely fairly among his opposition the feeling that in so hibernating Massa Eewacka, who, previous to that demidetached life, had been known of barmicidal days, cook said, between soup and savoury, to get outside his own length of rainbow trout and taerts atta tarn as no man of woman born, |8nay,º could, like the great crested grebeº, devour his three score tenº of roach per lifeday|a, ay,a| and as many minnow a minute (the big mix, the may |~unread Gibbet~| choke him!),º8| was, like the salmon of his ladderleap, all this time of totality, |8|+noctu semenipsum manducare,º+|8| secretly and by suckage feeding on his own misplaced fat.

Ladies did not disdain those pagan ironed times of the first city (called after the ugliest Danadune) when a frond was a friend idneed to carry, as earwigs do their dead, their soil to the earthball. Venuses were gigglibly temptatrix, vulcans guffawably eruptious and the whole wives' world frockful of fickles. Fact, any human inyan you liked any erenoon or efter would take her bare goddkin out, or an even pair of hem, and prettily pray with him (or with em even), everyhe to her taste, long for luck, tapette and tape petter and take pettest of all. |8Tip!º8| Wells she'd woo and wills she'd win but how the deer knowed where she'd marry her! Arbour, bucketroom, caravan, ditch? Coach, carriage, wheelbarrow, dungcart?

|88| Kate Strong |8(tip!)º8|, a widow |8(tiptip!)º8| — she pulls a picture for us, glowing and very vidual, of old dumplan as she nosed it, a homelike cottage of elvanstone with droppings of biddies, stinkend pusshies, |8|~and, beside the moggies moggies'~| duggies,8| rotten witchawubbles |+8and,+|8| festering rubbages |8|+and beggars' bullets+|8|, if not worse, sending salmofarious germs in gleefully through the smithereen panes — Widow Strong, then, |8( as her weaker had turned him to the wall (tiptiptip!),º8| did most all the scavenging from good King Hamlaugh's gulden |+8doyne dayne+|8| onwards, though her lean besom cleaned but sparingly, and her bare statement reads that,
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there being no macadamised sidetracks on those old nekropolitan nights barring a footbatter, Bryant's Causeway, bordered with speedwell, white clover and sorrel a wood knows,
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which left off|8|+, being beaten,+|8| where the plaintiff was struck, she left down, as scavengers who will be scavengers must, her filthdump near the Serpentine in Phornix Park (at her time called Finewell's Keepsacre but later tautaubapptossed Pat's Purge), all over which fossil footprints, bootmarks, fingersigns, elbowdints, kneecaves, breechbowls a.s.o. were all successively traced of a mostenvolving description. What subtler timeplace of the weald than such wolfsbelly castrament will hide a leabhar from Thursmen's brandihands or a loveletter, lostfully hers, that would be lust on Ma, than there where ructions ended, than here where race began: and by four hands of forethought the first babe of reconcilement is laid in its last cradle of hume sweet hume. Give over it! And no more of it! So pass the pick for child sake! O men!

For hear Allhighest sprack: and his nuptial eagles sharped their beaks of prey: and every murphyl man of us, pome by pome, falls back into this terrine: as it was let it be, says he! And it is as though the streamlettes of the obluvial waters of our noarchic memory withdrew, windingly goharksome, at her rude word: Lave that bloody stone as it is! What are you doing your dirty minx and his big treeblock way up your path? Slip around, you, by the rare of the minister's! And, you, take that barrel back where you got it, MacShane's, and go the way your old one went, Hatchettsbury Road! And, gish, how they gushed away, the pennyfares, a whole school for scamper, with their sashes flying sish behind them, all the little pirlypettes! Issy-la-Chapelle! Any lucans, please?
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|8|s+Yes, the viability of vicinals if invisible is invincible. And we are not trespassing on his corns either. Look at all the plotsch! |saFlaminian!ºsa| If this was Hannibal's |away walka| it was Hercules' work. |saAnd a hungried thousand of the unemancipated slaved the| The mausoleum lies behind us and there are milestones in their cheadmilyas cheadmilias faultering along the |saway |sbtramesway tramestracksb|sa|, byº Hermes! |aPer omnibus secular secul seekalarum.º Amain.a| But the past has made us |saa thissa| present of |sathis asa| |saroad rhedarhoadsa|. So more boher toº O'Connell! And if he's not a Romeo you may scallop your hat. |aWereupunder in the fane of Saint Fiacre!a| Halte!s+|8|

|+8Yes, it It+|8| was hard by the howe goes there, plainly on this disoluded spot, rupestric then, resurfaced that now is, in the saddle of Brennan's pass, versts and versts from true civilisation, |8not where his dreams top their traums haltº (Beneathere! Beneathere!º) but8| where livland yontide meared with the wilde, saltlea with flood, that the attackler, though under medium and between colours, with truly |8native cropatkinº8| pluck engaged the Adversary |8who had more in his eye than was less to his leg but8| whom, for plunder sake, he mistook in the heavy rain to be Oglethorpe or |8somebody else some other ginkus|a, Parr aparrently,a|8| to whom |8he the headandheelless chickenestegg8| bore some michelangiolesque resemblance, making use of sacrilegious languages to the |8effect defect8| that he would cannonise the b—y b—r's life out of him and lay him out contritely as |8soon smart8| as the b—r had his b—y nightprayers said, |8three patrecknocksters and a couplet of |s+hellmerries hellmuirries,s+|8| at the same time catching holst of an oblong bar he had and with which he usually broke furnitures he rose the stick at him. |8They The pair8| struggled |8apairently8| for some considerable time |8underº the All-Inº rules8| around the booksafe, fighting like purple top and tipperuhry Swede, and in the course of their tussle the taller man|8, who had opened his bully bowl to beg,º8| said to the miner who was carrying the worm:

— Let me go, |s+8Paudheen Pautheens+|8|! I hardly knew ye.

Later on the same man (or a different and younger ham of the same him) asked in the vermicular with a very |8eggly oggly8| chew-chin-grin as if he forgot something:

— Was six victolios fifteen pigeon takee offa you, tell he me, stlongfella, by pickypocky ten to foul months behindaside?

There were some further collidabanter and severe tries to convert for the best part of an hour and now a woden affair in the shape of a webley |8|s+(we at once recognise our old friend Ned of so many illortemporate letters)s+|8| fell from the intruser who whereupon became friendly and wanted to know, laying all joking and knobkerries aside, if his change companion, who stuck still to the invention of his strongbox, happened to have the loots change of a tenpound crickler about him at the moment, addling that, hap so, he would pay him back the six vics odd, do you see, out of that for what was taken on the man of samples last Yuni or Yuly, do you follow me, |s8major Capns8|? To this the other|8, Billi with the Boule,8| who had mummed and mauled up to that rather amusedly replied:

— Woowoo would you be grossly surprised, Hill, to learn that, as it so happens, I honestly have not such a thing as the loo, as the least chance of a tinpanned crackler anywhere about me at the present mohomoment but I believe I can see my way, as you suggest, to advance you something like four and sevenpence between hopping and tropping which you might just as well have to buy J. J. and S. with. |8|s+

Thereº was a minute silence before memory's fire's rekindling and then.s+|8| Heart alive! Whwh at very first wind of gaygay and whiskwy, 's wick ears pricked up, the starving gunman, strike him pink |8for a chip off the old flintº8|, became strangely calm and forthright said |8that the thorntree of |~hell |s+Shiol Sheolºs+|~| might ramify up his |~unread Sheofon~| |ato the |~appointee lux apointlex~|a| but8| he would go good to him suntime|8, marxº my word fortº,º8| |s+8and remarking remarxings+|8| in languidoily, |s+8apparently seeminglys+|8| much more highly pleased than tongue could tell at this opening of a lifetime and the foretaste of the Dun Bank pearlmothers and the boy to wash down which he would feed to himself in the Ruadh Cow at Tallaght and then into the Good Woman at Ringsend and after her inat Conway's Inn at Blackrock and, first to fall, cursed be all, where appetite would keenest be, atte Adam and Eve's in Quantity Street:

— You stunning little southdowner! I'd know you anywhere, Declaney, let me trucefully tell you, and who the hell else, be your blanche patch! Goalball I've struck this night of nights, by golly! My hat, you have some |8bully ballyº8| German grit, sundowner! With that the queer
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mixture exchanged the pax in an embrace or poghue puxy as practised between brothers of the same breast, hillelulia, killelulia, and|8|x, turning his fez in the
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direction of Moscaº, he first got rid of a few bitsmillersº |~& hurooshoos, and hurooshoos and
~|x|8| levanted off over the assback bridge|8, spittingº his teeths on roots,º8| with the four and seven in danegeld and |8his their8| humoral hurlbat or other uncertain weapon of lignum vitae picked up, to keep some crowplucking appointment while this poor delaney who |8he they8| left along with the fender behind and who bore up wonderfully wunder all of it with a whole number of plumsized contusiums, plus alasalah bruised coccyx, all over him, reported the occurrence in the best way he could, |8to the flabbergaze of the whole lab,8| giving the military salute, in justifiable hope that some lotion or fomentation of poppyheads would be exhibited to the parts, at the nearest watchhouse on Vicar Lane, his face all covered with nonfatal mammalian blood as proof positive of the seriousness of his character and that he was bleeding from the nostrils, lips, pavilion and palate, while some of his hairs had been pulled off his head by Colt though otherwise his allround health appeared to be middling along as it proved most fortunate that not one of the two hundred and six bones and five hundred and one muscles in his corso was a whit the whorse for |8the her8| whacking. |8Herwho?8|

Nowthen, leaving clashing ash, brawn and muscle and brassmade to oust earthenborn and rockcrystal to wreck isinglass but wurming along gradually |8|s+for our savings backtowards motherwaters and so many miles from B bank and Dublin stone ands+|8| to the question of boney's unlawfully obtaining a pierced paraflamme and claptrap fireguard, there crops out the still more salient point of the politish leanings and town pursuits of our forebeer, who, when within the black of your toenail, sir, of being mistakenly ambushed and as close as made no matter, mam, to being kayoed offhand when the hyougono heckler with the Peter the Painter wanted to hole him, was consistently practising the first of the primary |8|s+and imprescriptibles+|8|
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liberties of the pacific subject by circulating (be British, boys, |8toº your bellybone8| and |8give chuck8| a chum a chance!) alongst one of our umphrohibited semitary thrufahrts, open to buggy and bike, to walk, Wellington Park Road, with the curb under his auxter and his alpenstuck in his redhand, a highly commendable exercise, or, number two of our acta legitima plebeia, on the brink (beware to baulk a man at his will!) of taking place upon a public seat, to what, bare by Butt's, most easterly of blackpool bridges, as a public protest and naturlikevice without intent to annoy either, being praisegood thankfully for the wrathbereaved ringdove and the fearstung boaconstrictor and all the more right jollywell pleased, which he was, at having other people's weather.

But to return to the Atlantic |8|+and |aPhenicia Phenitiaa| Proper+|8|. As if that were not to be enough for anyone but little headway, if any, was made in solving the wasnottobe crime conundrum when a child of Maam, Festy King, who gave an address in old plomausch Mayo of the Saxons in the heart of a foulfamed potheen district, was subsequently haled up at the Old Bailey on the calends of Mars under an |s+8improperly incompatiblys+|8| framed indictment of both the counts|8,º that is to see, flying cushats out of his |~overalls ouveralls~| and making fesses at |~with immodst~| his forces |~in on~| the field8|. |8Oyeh! Oyeh!8| When the prisoner, soaked in methylated, appeared in dry dock, wearing his fight shirt, |8(++straw braces,++)8| souwester and a policeman's corkscrew trowswers all out of the true (as he had purposely torn up all his cymtrymanx |s+8clothes bespokess+| in the mamertime8|), deposing for
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his exution in the royal Irish vocabularly how the whole |8padderjagmartin (++tripiezite++)8| suet had fallen off him unaccountably while he was trying for to stick fire to himcell, it was attempted by the crown to show that King, |8|~alias elois~| Crowbar8| impersonating a climbing boy, rubbed |8some pixes of8| any luvial mud o'er his face with a clanetourf as the best means of disguising himself and was at the middlewhite fair in Mudford of a Thoorsday under |s+8an thes+|8| illassumed |s+8name namess+|8| of Tykingfest |8and Rabworc8| picked |8by him and Anthony8| out of a tellafun book, ellegedly with a pedigrue pig (unlicensed) and a hyacinth. |8|+They were on that sea nine hundred and ninetynine years and they never cried crack
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or ceased from regular |sablank paddlewickingsa| till that they landed their two and a trifling selves into the meddle of the mudstorm.
+|8| The gathering, convened by the Irish Angricultural and Prepostoral Ouraganisations to help the Irish muck to look his brother dane in the face, and attended|8, thanks to Larry,º8| by large numbers |8|s+ofº christies and jews'º totemss+|8|, tospite of the deluge, was distinctly of a scattery kind when the ballybricken |8|+he could get no good of +|8| ate some of the doorweg, the pikey later selling the gentleman ratepayer because she|8, Francie's sister, that is |~to say~|,º8| ate a whole side of her (the animal's) sty, Qui Sta Troia, in order to pay off|8, hiss or lick,8| six doubloons fifteen arrears of his, the villain's not the rumbler's, rent.

|8|++|8| Remarkable evidence was given, anon, by an eye, ear, nose and throat witness, |8|s+whom |saWesleyansa| chapelgoers suspected of being a plainclothesº priest,s+|8| W— P—, situate at Nullnull, Medical Square, who, upon letting down his rice and peacegreen coverdisk |8|s+and having been sullenly cautioned against yawning while
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being grilled
s+|8|, smiled and stated to his eliciter under his morse mustaccents |8(gobbless!)8| that he slept with a bonafides and that he would be doorbringing there that night and how he was pleased to remember the filth of November, hatinaring, rowdy O, which, with the jiboulees of Juno |8and the dates of ould lanxiety8|, was going, please the Rainmaker, to |~8decemb into decembs within~|8| the ephemerides of profane history and that one thing which would |8particularly pigstickularly8| strike a person of such sorely tried observational powers as Sam, him and Moffatt the striking thing about it was that he was patrified to see, hear, taste and smell on Struggle Street as his time of night how Hyacinth O'Donnell, B.A., described in the calendar as a mixer and wordpainter, with part of a sivispacem (Gaeltact for dungfork) on the fair green at the hour of twentyfour o'clock sought to sack, sock, stab and slaughter singlehanded another two of the old kings, Gash MacGale and Roaring O'Crian, Jr, both changelings, |8unlocalised unlucalised8|, of no address and in noncommunicables, between him and whom ever since wallops before the Mise of Lewes bad blood existed on the ground of trespass on the bull or because he firstparted his polarbeeber hair in twoways |8or because they were creepfoxed |aand grossuppers andt grousuppersa| over a nippy in a novelettaº8| or because they could not say meace |8(mute and daft!º)8|, meathe. The |s+8litigants lifigantsºs+|8|, he said, local |8kingsmen congsmen8| and donalds, were egged on by their
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supporters in the shape of bitterwomen |8|+with bowstrung hair of Carrothagenuine ruddinessº+|8| waving crimson petties and |8shouting screaming8| from Isod's towertop.

There were cries from the thicksets in court and from the macdublins on the bohernabreena of: Mind Messer, the ban from Banagher, Mick, sir! Prodooce O'Donner. A Bu!

But it oozed out in |8Deadman'sº Dark Scenery Courtº through8| crossexanimation of the casehardened testis |8vide lsd8| that when and where that knife of knifes the threepartied ambush was laid (roughly |8speaking spouting8| around halfhours 'twixt dusk in dawn,
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by Waterhose's, Meddle Europeic |8Tune |s+missing Times+|8|, near Stop and Think, high chief evervirens and only abfalltree in auld the land) there was not as much light from the widowed moon as would dim a child's altar. The mixer, accordingly, was bluntly broached as to whether he was one of those lucky cocks for whom the audible-visible-gnosible-edible world existed. That he was only too sure of it because, living, loving, breathing and sleeping morphomelosophopancreates, as he most significantly did, whenevery he thought he heard he saw he felt he made a bell clipperclipperclipperclipper. Whether he was practically sure too of his |8names lugs and truiesº8| in this king and blousyman business? That he was pediculously so. Certified? As cad could be. It was Morbus O'Somebody? A'quite. And how did the greeneyed mister arrive at the B.A.? That it was like his poll. A crossgrained trapper with murty odd oogs, |s+8awlpierced awlforatedºs+|8| ares, inquiline nase and a twitcherous mouph? He would be. And with a stopper head, bottle shoulders, a barrel |s+8belly baucks+|8| and tumblerous legs, redipnominated Helmingham Erchenwyne Rutter Egbert Crumwall Odin Maximus Esme Saxon Esa Vercingetorix Ethelwulf Rupprecht Ydwallo Bentley Osmund Dysart Yggdrasselmann? |8Holy Saint Eiffel,8| |8The the8| very |~8fellow phoenix~|8|! |8|xOne of the oxmen's thingabossers|~, hvad~|? Wirrgeling and boeuffickly bucephull.º Wheathear Wheataured, however, and with fallen |~mamares? mammaries?º~| As whouseº wouldn't, laving his leaftime in Blackpool.x| Bottº, of course, he could call himself Tem tooº if he
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had time to?
You butt he could anytom. A stoker |~with a temptation for evesdrippings temptated by evesdripping~| againstº the driver who |~is was~| a witness as well? Sacred |~anunread avatar~|, how the devil did they guess it!º |a|~Between the two dreamios in the dromio? The Two dreamyums in one dromium?~| Yes|~, and no error~|.a| |x|~Looking as like as two And both as like as a duel~| of lentils? Peacisely.x| So he was pelted out |~with shooting stars of the~| |xcoram populoºx|, was he? |~By the Koran Be the powers that be~|, thatº he was.
8| Rooskayman, kamerad? Sooner Gallwegian he would say. Not unintoxicated, fair witness? Drunk as a fishup. The gracious miss was no doubt sensible how he was altered? That she |8generally esually8| was! As to his religion, if any? It was the see-you-Sunday sort. Exactly what he|8, Sour Harry,º8| meant by a pederast prig? |8Just Bejacob's goat, justº8| a gent who prayed his lent. And |s+8of ifs+|8| this middleclassed portavorous was a useful beast? Bynight as useful as a vomit to a shorn man. The grazing rights (Mrs Magistra Martinette) |8missing8| expired with the expiry of the goat's sire, if they were not mistaken? That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-in-waders had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to tell them that |8missing8| herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat. Quare hircum? No answer. Unde gentium fe …? No ah. And, changing the venders, as to the pugnaxities evinxed during the effrays round fatherthyme's beckside and the regents in the plantsown raining|8, with the skiddystars and the morkernwindup,8| how they appealed to him then? That it was wildfires night on all the bettygallaghers, Mickmichael's soords shrieking shrecks
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through the wilkinses and Neckanicholas' toastingforks pricking prongs up the tunnybladders. Let there be fight? And there was. Foght. |8On the site of the Angel's, you said? Guiney'sº Gap, |aI say he saida|, between what they said and the |~pussies pussykitties~|. In the middle of the garth, then? That they mustn't touchº it.8| The devoted couple was or were only two disappainted solicitresses on the job of the unfortunate class on Saturn's mountain fort? That was about it, jah! |8|+And Camellus then said to Gemellus: I should know you? |aPerfectly. Parfaitly.a| And Gemellus then said to Camellus: Yes, your brother? |aAbsolutely. Obsolutely.a|+|8| And if it was all about that, egregious sir? About that and the other. |8|x|~About the whole in the all? If he was not alluding to the whole in the wall?~| |~That and the whole in the woman. That he was when he was not eluding from the whole of the woman.~|x|8| Briefly, how such beginall finally struck him now? Like the crack that bruck the benk in Multifarnham. Whether he fell in with what they meant? That he suppoxed he did. If it was, in yappanoise language, ach bad clap? Oo! |8Cursed bloody awful? Caught offal mist?º8| Shocking! (++8Whura­whora­scorta­strumpa­pornanenny­kock­sapastippa­tappa­tupperstrippuckputtanach Blady­ugh­foul­moeck­lenburg­whura­whora­scorta­strumpa­pornanenny­kock­sapastippa­tappa­tupperstrippuck­puttanach++)8|, eh? |8Ah! |aSuch as turly pearced our really's? Thatº he might, that he might never, that he might never that night, treely and rurally!ºa| Augs and ohrs with Rhian O'Kehley,º to put it tertianly|a, we wronga|?8| You have it (++8all right alright++)8|.

But a new complexion was put upon the matter when to the perplexedly uncondemnatory bench |8|+missing (whereon punic judgeship f strove with penal law)+|8| the senior
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king of all, Pegger Festy, as soon as the outer layer of stucckomuck had been removed at the request of a few live jurors, declared in a loudburst of poesy through his Brythonic interpreter on his oath, whereas take notice be the relics of the bones of the storybouchal that was ate be Cliopatrick (the sow) |8|s+princess of parked porkerss+|8|, afore God and all their honours and king's commons that yif live thurkells folloged him about sure that was no steal and that|8, neverthelessº what was deposited from that eyebold earbig noseknaving gutthroat,8| he did not fire a stone either before or after he was born down and up to that time. And|8|+, incidentalising that they might talk about Markarthy or they might walk to Baalastartey or |athey mighta| join the nabour party and come on to Porterfeud,º+|8| this the sockdologer had the neck to endorse with the head bowed on him over his outturned noreaster by protesting to his lipreaders with a justbeencleaned barefacedness, abeam of moonlight's hope, in the same trelawney what he would impart, pleas bench, to Jesus and the gentlemen in Jury's |8and the four of Masterers|a,
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whoº al had been all those |~yawns waiting yarns yearning~| for that good one about why he left Dublin,
a|8| that he skuld never ask to see sight or light of this world or the other world or any either world |8|+ofº Tyre-nan-Og+|8|, as true as he was there in that jackabox that minute, or wield or wind (no thanks t'yous!) the inexousthausthible wassailhorn of iskybaush tot the hailth up the wailth of the endknown abgod of the fire of the moving way of the hawks with our hairoes in Warhorror, if ever in all his exchequered career he up or lave a chancery hand to take or throw the sign of a mortal stick or stone at man, yoelamb or salvation army either before or after being puptised down to that most holy and ever blessed hour. Awham.

Here, upon the halfkneed castleknocker's attempting kithoguishly |8(in his excitement |~he the laddo~| hadº
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broken |ainto |~through to exthro~|a| Castilian into which the whole audience |~follahed perseguired and pursuited~| him
|~ollah podridah olla podrida~|)º
8| to lilt his holymess the paws and make the sign of the Roman Godhelic faix |8(xaroshieº, zdrst!)8|, outbroke much yellachters from the heall (Ha!) in which, under the mollification of methaglin, the testifighter reluctingly, but with ever so ladylike indecorum, joined. (Ha! Ha!)

The hilariohoot of Pegger's Windup cumjostled as neatly with the tristitone of the Wet Pinter's as were they, isce et ille, equals of opposites, evolved by a onesame power of nature or of spirit, iste, as the sole condition and means of its himundher manifestation and polarised for reunion by the symphysis of their antipathies. Distinctly different were their duadestinies.

Whereas the maidies of the bar, when the eranthus myrrmyrred Show'm the Posed, fluttered and flattered around the willingly pressed, complimenting him on his having all his senses about him, stincking thyacinths through his curls (O feen! O deur!) and bringing busses to his cheeks, their masculine Oirisher Rose (his neece cleur!), and legando round his nice new neck for him and pizzicagnoling his woollywags, |8|awith their dindy dandy sugar de candy,ºa| to believeº them of all his untiring young dames |aand send themº treats |~in their times~|a|, |aYmen,ºa|8| it was not unobserved of those presents, their worships, how, of one among all, |8a lovelooking leapgirl, all all alonely,8| Gemma Gentia of the Makegiddyculling Reeks, he, wan and pale in his unmixed admiration, seemed blindly, mutely, tastelessly, tactlessly innamorate, with heruponhim in shining aminglement, the shaym of his hisn shifting into the shimmering of her hers |8|x(youthsy, beautsy, |~Hee's hee's~| her chap and shey'll tell
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memmas when she gays whom
x|8| till the wild wishwish of her sheeshea melted moist musically mid the dark deepdeep of his shayshaun.

And whereas distracted (for was not just this in effect which had just caused that the effect of that which it had caused to occur?) the four justicers laid their wigs together, Untius, Muncius, Punchus and Pylax, but could do no worse than promulgate
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their standing verdict of Nolans Brumans whereonafter King, having murdered all the English he knew, left the tribunal scotfree, trailing his tunic in his hurry, thereinunder proudly showing off the blink patch to his britgits to prove himself (an't plase yous!) a rael genteel. To the Switz bobbyguard's curial but courtlike: Commodore valley O hairy, Arthre jennyrosy?, the firewaterloover returted with such a vinesmelling fortytudor ages rawdownhams tanyouhide as would the latten stomach even of a tumass equinous so that all the twofromthirty advocatesses within echo, pulling up their briefs at the krigkry Shun the Punman!, safely and soundly soccered that fenemine Parish Poser (how dare he!) umprumptu rightoway hames, much to his thanks, gratiasagam, to all the wrong donatrices (for like your true venuson Esau he was dovetimid as the dears at Bottome), to biss Drinkbottle's Dingy Dwellings (toegang) where he shat in (zoo) like the muddy goalbird who he was (dun), the chassetitties belles conclaiming: |8You and your gift of your gaft of8| |8Your your8| garbage abaht our |8|~farver Farvver~|8|! and gaingridando: Hon! Verg! Nau! Putor! Skam! Schams! Shames!

And so it all ended. And so everybody heard their plaint and all listened to their plause. Wind broke it. Wave bore it. Reed wrote of it. Syce ran with it. Hand tore it and wild went war. Hen trieved it and plight pledged peace. It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot, undone by a child. It was life but was it fair? It was free but was it art? The old hunks on the hill read it to perlection. It made ma make merry and sissy so shy and rubbed some shine off Shem and put some shame into Shaun. And that was how, framm sin fromm son, acity arose, finfin funfun, asitting arows. Now tell me, tell me, tell me then!

What was it?


?......... O!

So there you are now there they were, when all was over again, the four with them, setting around upin their judges' chambers, in the muniment room of their marshalsea, under the auspices of Lally, around their old traditional tables of the law like somany solans to talk it over allthesameagain. Well and druly dry. Suffering law the dring. Accourting to king's evelyns. So help her goat and kiss the bouc. Festives and highajinks and jintyaun and her beetyrossy bettydoaty and not to forget now a'duna o'darnel. The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them. So pass the push, for port' sake. Be it soon. Ah ho! And do you remember Singabob, the badfather, the same, the great Howdoyoucallem, and his old nickname, Dirty Daddy Pantaloons, in his monopoleums, behind the war of the two roses, with Michael Victory, the sheemen's preester, before
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he caught his paper dispillsation from the poke, old Minace and Minster York? Do I mind? I mind the gush off the mon like Ballybock manure works on a tradewinds day. And the O'Moyly gracies and the O'Briny rossies chaffing him bluchface and playing him pranks. How do you do todo, North Mister? Get into my way! Ah dearome forsailorshe! Gone over the bays! When ginabawdy meadabawdy! Yerra, why would she heed that old gasometer with his hooping coppin and his dyinboosycough and all the birds of the southside after her, Minxy Cunningham, their dear divorcee darling, jimmies and jonnies, to be her jo? Sure, 'tis well I can telesmell him, H2CE3 that would take a township's breath away! Gob and I nose him too as well as I do meself, heaving up the Kay Wall by the 32 to 11 with his limelooking horsebags full of
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sesameseed, the Whiteside Kaffir, and his sayman's effluvium and his scentpainted voice, puffing out his thundering big brown cabbage! Pa! Thawt I'm glad a gull for his pawsdeen fiunn! Goborro, sez he, Lankyshies! Gobugga ye, sez I, O breezes! I sniffed that lad long before anyone. It was when I was in my farfather out at the west and she and myself, the redheaded girl, firstnighters down Sycomore Lane. Fine feelplay we had of it mid the kissabetts frisking in the kool kurkle dusk of the lushiness. My perfume of the pampas, says she (meaning me), putting out her netherlights, I'd sooner one precious sip at your pure mountain dew than enrich my acquaintance with that big brewer's belch.

And now a drink is shorter than a story. And so they went on, the fourbottle men, the analists, unquam and nunquam and lunquam again, |8their anschluss,º8| about her whosebefore and his wheresafter and how she was lost away away in the fern and how he was founded deap on deep in anear and the rustlings and the twitterings and the raspings and the snappings and the sighings and the pantings and the ukukukings and the (hist!) the springapartings and the (hast!) the bybyscuttlings and all the scandalmunkers and the pure craigs that used to be (up) that time living and lying and rating and riding round Nunsbelly Square. And all the buds in the bush. And the laughing
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jackass. Harik! Harik! Harik! The rose is white in the darik! And sunfella's nose has got rhinoceritis from haunting the roes in the parik! And contradrinking themselves about Lillytrilly law pon hilly and Mrs Niall of the Nine Corsages and the old markiss, their besterfar, and, arrah, sure there was never a marcus at all at all among the manlies, and dear sir armoury, queer sir rumoury, and the old house by the churpelizod and all the goings on so very wrong long before when they were going on retreat in the old gammeldags, the four of them, in Milton's Park under lovely Father Whisperer and making her love with his stuffstuff in the languish of flowers and feeling to find was she mushymushy, |8and wasn't that very both of them, the |~saucisisters saucicissters,~|8| a drahereen o machree!, and (peep!) meeting waters most improper (peepette!) ballround the garden, trickle trickle trickle triss, please, miman, may I go flirting? farmer's gone with a groom, how they used her, mused her, licksed her and cuddled. I differ with ye! Are you sure of yourself now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not and you're another! And Lully holding their breach of the peace for them. Pool loll Lolly! To give and to take! And to forgo the pasht! And all will be forgotten! Ah ho! It was too too bad to be falling out about her kindness pet and the shape of ooooooooourang's time. Well, all right, Lelly. And shakeahand. And schenkusmore. For Craig sake. Be it suck.

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Well, even should not the framing up of such figments in the evidential order bring the true truth to light as fortuitously as a dimseer's setting of a starchart might (heaven helping it!) uncover the nakedness of an unknown body in the fields of blue or as forehearingly as the sibspeeches of all mankind have foliated (earth seizing them!) from the root of somefunner's stotter, all the soundest sense to be found immense our special mentalists now holds (securus iudicat orbis terrarum) that by such playing possum our hagious curious encestor bestly saved his brush with his posterity, you, charming coparcenors, us, heirs of his tailsie. Gundogs of all breeds were beagling with renounced urbiandorbic
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bugles, hot to run him, given law, on a scent breasthigh, keen for the worry. View! From his holt outratted, across the Juletide's genial corsslands of Humfries Chase from Mullinahob and Peacockstown, then bearing right upon Tankardstown, the outlier, a white noelan which Mr Loewensteil FitzUrse's basset beaters had first misbadgered for a bruin of some swart, led bayers the run, then through Raystown and Harlockstown and, louping the loup, to Tankardstown again. Ear canny hare for doubling, through Cheeverstown they raced him, through Loughlinstown and Nutstown to wind him by the Boolies. But from the good turn when he last was lost, check, upon Ye Hill of Rut in full winter coat with ticker pads, pointing for his rooming house in his rolltoproyal hessians, a deaf fuchser's volponism hid him close in covert, miraculously ravenfed and buoyed up, in rumer, reticule, onasum and abomasum, upon (may Allbrewham have his mead!) the creamclotted sherriness of cinnamon syllabub. Mikkelraved, Nikkelsaved. Hence hounds hied home. Preservative perseverance in the reeducation of his intestines was thus the rebuttal by whilk he sort of git the big bulge on the whole bunch of spasoakers|8, dieting against glues and gravies,8| in that sometime prestreet protown. Vainly violence, virulence and vituperation sought wellnigh utterly to attax and abridge, to derail and depontify, to enrate and inroad, to ongoad and unhume the great shipping mogul and underlinen overlord.

|8(++But the spoil of hesitants, the spell of hesitency. His atake is it ashe, tittery taw tatterytail, hasitense humponadimply, heyheyheyhey a winceywencky.++)8|

Assemblymen murmured. Reynard is slow!

One feared for his days. |8|xDid there yawn? 'Twas his stommick. Eruct? The libber. A gush? From his viscealsº. Pung?º Delivver him, orelode!x|8| He had laid violent hands on himself, it was brought in Fugger's Newsletter, lain down, all in, fagged out, with equally melancholy death. |8For the triduum of Saturnalia his |~unread servant goatservant~| had paraded hiz willingsons in the Forum while the jenny infanted the lass to be greeted raucouslyº with houx and epheusº and |a(the Yard stated)ºa| measured with missiles too |afrom
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a hundred of manhood
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and a |~wimmern wimmering~| of weibesa|.
8| Big went the bang: then wildewide was quiet: a report: |8badoldkaraktercommonorrumcanbung:º8| silence: last Fama put it under ether. The noase or the loal had dreven him blem, blem, stun blem. Sparks flew. He had fled again (open shunshema!) this country of exile, sloughed off |8home, sidleshomedº8| via |8the his old nordestº8| subterranean tunnel shored with bedboards, stowed away |8and ankered8| in a dutch bottom, tunk the Arsa, hod S.S. Finlandia, and was even now|8|+, under an islamitic newname,º+|8| occupying, in his seventh generation, a physical body, Cornelius Magrath's, in Asia Major|8,º where as Turk of the theatreº |x(theº first house all |~flats, flatty:~| the kingº, elevenº sharps)x| he |~had~| bepiastered the |~bauchdanzers buikdanseusesº from the opulence of his omnibox~| while as Arabº at the streetdoorº he |~pestered hadº bepestered~| the bumbashaws for |~an anna's alms the alms of a para's pence~|8|. Wires hummed. Peacefully general astonishment assisted by regrettitude had put a term till his existence: he saw the family saggarth, resigned himself, put off his remainders, was recalled and scrapheaped by the Maker. Chirpings crossed. An infamous private ailment (vulgovariovenereal) had claimed endright, closed his vicious circle, snap. Jams jarred. He had walked towards the middle of an ornamental lilypond when innebriated up to the point where braced shirts meet knickerbockers when rodmen's firstaiding hands had rescued un from very possibly several feet of demifrish water. Mush spread. On Umbrella Street|8, where he did drinks from a pumps,º8| a kind workman, Mr Whitlock, gave him a piece of his wood. |8What words of power were made fas between them, ekenames and |~auchnouns auchnomes~|, acnomina |aacnumina ecnuminaa|, that,º O that, |s+did Hansard tell us,s+| would gar |aall ganza| Dub's ear wag in every pub of all the |~cita citta~|! We were low quacksº did we not tacit turn. Elsewere there here no concern of the Guinnesses.º8| Cracklings crickled. A human pest cycling (pist!) and recycling (past!) about the sledgy streets of the gardencity, here he was (pust!) again! He was loose at large and |8|s+(Oº baby!)s+|8| might be anywhere|8, but only the |~pouring ruining~| of the rain has heardº8|. Morse nuisance noised when a disguised |8nun exnunº8| of huge standbuild and masculine manners |8|s+in her fairly fat fortiess+|8|, |8Mother |~Carpulence Carpulenta~|8| Gygasta, hattracted hattention by harbitrary conduct with a hominibuzz. Aerials bizzed to coastal listeners of an |s+8eartax oertaxs+|8| collector's budget and bloody antichill
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cloak, its tailor's (Baernfather's) tab reading V.P.H., found nigh Scaldbrothar's Hole, and divers shivered to think what kaind of beast, wolves, croppies or fourpenny friars had devoured him. C.W. cast wide. Hvidfinns lyk, drohneth svertgleam, Valkir lockt. On his pinksir's postern, the boys had it, at Whitweekend had been nailed an inkedup name and title, inscribed in the national cursives, accelerated, regressive, filiform, turreted, and envemoloped in piggotry: Move up, Mumpty! Mike room for Rumpty! By order, Nickellous Plugg! And this go, no pentecostal jest about it, there had been real murder: the MacMahon chaps, it was, that had done him in. Indeed not a few thick and thin wellwishers even ventured so far as to loan or beg copies of D. Blayny's trilingual triweekly, Scatterbrains' Aftening Posht, so as to make certain sure onetime and be satisfied of his having become genuinely quite
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beetly dead whether by land whither by water. Transocean atalaclamoured him: The latter! The latter! He lay under leagues of it in deep Bartholomew's Deep.

Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune! Vikeroy Besights Smucky Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner Fathach I Fionnuisgehaven. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue.

But, their bright little contemporaries notwithstanding, |8brave news world come to town of howº8| on the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued expatriate a quarter of nine, imploring his resipiency, saw the infallible spike of smoke jutstiff punctual from the seventh gable of our Quintus Centimachus' |8|s+porphyroids+|8| buttertower and ten thirsty p.m., with oaths upon his lastingness |8(estout pourporteral!)º8|, the lamps of maintenance, |8beaconsfarafield,º8| innerhalb the ziggurat, all brevetnamed, the wasting wyvern, the tawny of his mane, the swinglowswaying bluepaw brors, the outstanding man, the lolllike lady, being litten for the long (O
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laud, how long!) lifesnight, a suffusion of fineglass transom and leadlight panes. |8En |~cæcos harauspices!! caecos harauspices!~| Annos longos patimur!º8|

|88| Wherefore let it hardly by any being thinking be said either or thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice, were he an Ivor the Boneless or an Olaf the Hvide, was at his best a onestone parable, a rude breathing on the void of to be, |8a venter |aearing hearinga| his own bauchspeech in backwords,8| or, more strictly, but tristurned initials, the cluekey to a worldroom beyond the roomwhorld; for scarce one, or pathetically few, of his dodecanal sammenlivers cared seriously or for long to doubt with Kurt Fuld van Dijke |8|x(the gravitational pull |~perturbing perceived by~| certain fixed residents and the capture of |s+certain uncertains+| comets |~chaunread drifting chancedrifting~| through our system suggesting |~the avoidableness of his former existence |s+the autheticity an authenticitatems+| of his |s+aliquiteousness aliquitudiniss+|~|)x|8| the canonicity of his existence as a tesseract.
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Dispersal women wondered. Was she fast?

|8Do tell us allaboutº. As we want to hear allabout. So tellus tellas allabouter. |aFinickin here and funickin there.ºa| Orº whether she |awas lookeda| |~a lot a like alottylike~|. |aLike ussies.a| Andº whether |athe whyºa| he hadº his windup. |aLike themses.a| Shut?º8|

Now listen to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out your leaves of rose. The war is o'er. Wimwim wimwim! Was it Unity Moore or Estella Swifte or Varina Fay or Quarta Quaedam? Who, but who (for second time of asking), was then the scourge of the parts about folkrich Lucalizod, it was wont to be asked, as, in ages behind of the Homo Capite Erectus, what price Peabody's money, or, to put it bluntly, whence is the herrington's white cravat, as, in epochs more cainozoic, who struck Buckley, though nowadays as thentimes every schoolfilly of sevenscore moons or more who knows her intimologies and every colleen bawl aroof and every redflammelwaving warwife and widowpeace upon Dublin Wall for ever knows how it was Buckleyself who struck and the Russian generals (da! da!) instead of Buckley who was caddishly struck by him when by herselves. What fullpay poisonspy or which hatefilled (++8crookedrib smileyseller++)8|? And that such a vetriol of vinom a quiet stinkingplaster zeal could cover! The loungelizards of the pumproom had their nine days' jeer when, still believing in her owenglass that the upper reaches of her mouthless face and her impermanent waves were the better half of her, one nearer him, dearer than all, first
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warming creature of his early morn, bondwoman of the man of the house and murrmurr of all the mackavicks, she who had given his eye for her bed and a tooth for a child till one one and one ten and one hundred again, O me and O ye, cadet and prim, the hungray end anngreen (and if she is older now than her teeth she has hair that
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is younger than thighne, my dear!), she |8who shuttered him after his fall and waked him widowt sparing and gave him keen and made him able and held adazillahs to each arche of his noes, she8| who will not rast her from her running to seek him till|8|x, withº the kelpº of the Okeanicº,x|8| some such times that she shall have been after hiding the crumbends of his enormousness in the areyou lookingfor Pearlfar sea, stood forth, dragging the countryside in her train, |8with her |+louisequean's brogues and her culunder buzzle and her+| little bolero,º boa and all,º |~& and~| two times twentyº curlicormsº for her hairdressº, specks on her eyeuxº and spudds inº horeilles and a circusfix riding her Parisianne'sº cockneze |~waman~|, |+when |athe tink Tinktinka| in the churchclose clinked Steploajazzyma Sunday, solaº,+|8| with pawns, prelates and pookas in her piecebag, to crush the slander's head.

Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartsyheat! |8Be still, O quick! Speak him,º dumb! Hush,º ye fronds of Ulma! Stimm unto |~stone stein~|!º8| |8Let And let8| him rest, thou wayfarer, and take no gravespoil from him! Neither mar his mound! The bane of Tut is on it. Ware! But there's a little lady waiting and her name is A.L.P. And you'll agree. She must be she. |8For her holden heirheaps hanging down her back.8| He spenth his strenth amok haremscarems: Poppy, Narancy, Giallia, Chlora, Marinka, Anileen, Parme. And ilk a those dames had her rainbow huemoures yet for whilk o her whims but he coined a cure. Tifftiff togay, kissykissy tonay and agelong pine tomauranna. Then who but Crippled-with-Children would speak up for Dropping-with-Sweat?

Sold him her lease of ninenineninetee,
Tresses undresses so dyedyedaintee,
Goo, the groot gudgeon, gulphed it all.
Hoo was the C.O.D.?

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At Island Bridge she met her tide.
Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom!
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The Fin had a flux and his Ebba a ride.
Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom!
We're all up to the years in hues and cribies.
That's what she's done for wee!


|8Nomad may roam with Nabuch but let naaman laugh at Jordanº! For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of babalong.8|