Revised pages of transition 6 (September 1927), early 1930s-1933, I.6§1 draft level 6, 6+

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Who do you no tonigh, lazy and gentleman?

The echo is where in the back of the wodes; callhim forth!

(Shaun Mac Irewick, briefdragger, for the concern of Messrs Jhon Jhamieson and Song, rated one hundrick and thin per storehundred on this nightly quisquiquock of the twelve apostrophes, set by Jockit Mic Ereweak. He misunderstruck an aim |6for am ottoº6| of number three of them and left his free natural ripostes to four of them in their own fine artful disorder.)

H 1. What secondtonone myther rector and maximost bridgesmaker was the first to rise taller through his beanstale than the bluegum baobabbaum or the giganteous Wellingtonia Sequoia; went nudiboots with trouters into a liffeyette when she was barely in her tricklies; was well known to claud a conciliation cap onto the esker of his hooth; sports a chainganger's albert solemenly over his hullender's epulence; thought he weighed a new ton when there felled his first lapapple; gave the heinousness of choice to everyknight betwixt yesterdicks and twomaries; had sevenal successivecoloured serebanmaids on the same big white drawringroam horthrug; is a Willbeforce to this hour at house as he was in heather; pumped the catholick wartrey and shocked the prodestung boyne; killed his own hungery self in anger as a young man; found fodder for five when allmarken rose goflooded; bred manyheaded stepsons for one leapyourown taughter; |6|~has a block at Morgen's and a hatache all the afterlunch;~|6| is too funny for a fish and has too much outside for an insect; like a heptagon crystal emprisoms trues and fauss for us; is infinite swell in unfitting induments; once was he shovelled and once was he arsoned and once was he inundered and she hung him out billbailey; has a quadrant on his tile to tell Toler cad a'clog it is; |6|xoffers chances to Longº on |~and but~| stands up to |~leg Legge~| before;x| |xfound coal at |~the~| end of his harrow and mossroses behind the seams;x|
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|xmade a fort out of his postern |~& and~| wrote F.E.R.T.º on his unread buckler;x| |xis escapemaster-in-chief from all sorts of houdingplaces;x| |xif he |+lords it harrods outharrods+| against barkers,º to the shoolbred he acts whiteley;x| |xwas evacuated at the mere appearance of |~3 three~| germhuns and twice besieged by a sweep;x| |xtowers, an eddistoon,º amid the lamplessº casting |+swannlights swannbeams+| on the |+flood deep+|; |azemzem, zemzem;ºa|x| |x|+speaks threatens+| thunder upon |~malefactions malefactors~| and sends whispers up |awenches' greats fraufraus'º froufrousa|;x| |xminerals, wash and brush up, local views, juju toffee, comic and birthdays cards;x| |xthose were the days and he was |~the their~| hero;x| |xbrain of the franks, hand of |+a the+| christian, tongue of the |~greek north~|;x| |xcommands to dinner |~& and~| calls the bluff;x| |~has a block at Morgen's and a hatache all the |+afterlunch afternunch+|;~| |xplays gehamerat when he's ernst but misses mouseyº when he's lustyg;x| |xwalked as far as the Head where he sat in state onº the Rump;x| |xshows Early English |~a hagioscope, tracemarks and~| a marigold window with manigilt lights, |~a |+hagioscope myrioscope+|,~| two remarkable piscines and |~3 three wellworthseeing~| ambries;x| |xarches |~in his portals all portcullised~| and his nave dates from dots;x| |xis
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a |+clock |atimepiece horologea|+| unstoppable and the |+Ben Benn+| of all bells; fuit, isst and herit,º and though he's mildewstaned |~unread he's~| mouldystoned;x| |xis |~a~| quercuss in |~new the~| forest but |~plain plane~| member for Megalopolis;x| |xwas an overgrind to the underground and acqueduced |~for fierythroats~|;x| |x|asets all the lads a whooping sends boys in socks acoughawhoopinga| when he lets farth his |~escape gas carbonoxside,º~| and |aunread |~unread silk~|a| stockings show her shapings when |~he's loosed his he looses~| hose on hers;x| |~stocks dry puder for the Ill people and |+gilt pills pinkun's pellets+| for all the Pale; gave his mundyfoot to Miserius, her pinch to Anna Livia, that superfine pigtail to Cerisia Cerosia and quid rides to Titius, Caius and Sempronius; made the man who had no notion of shopkeepers feel he'd rather play the duke than play the gentleman; shot two queans and shook three caskles when he won his game of dwarfs;º~| |~fumes inwards like a strombolist till he smokes at both ends;~| |xManmoteº, be fierº of
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him, Womankindº, pietad!;x| |~shows one white drift of snow among the |+heather of his head gorsegrowth of his crown+| and a |+hidinghood chaperon+| of repentance on that which shed gore;~| |+|awent by metro for the polis and then hoved by;a| to the finders, hail!; woa, you that seek!; whom fillth had plenished, dearth devoured; cleared out three hundred sixty five idles to set up one all khalassal for henwives hoping to have males; the flawhoolagh, the grasping one, the kindler of |asolemn paschala| fire; forbids us our trespassers as we foregateº him; |athe phoenix |bis beb| his pyre, the cineres his |bsure sireb|!;a| piles big pelium on little ossas like the pilluls of hirculeads; has an eatupus complex
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and a drinkthedregs kink; sells wurstmeats for chumps and cowcarlows for scullions; when he plies for our favour is very trolly ours; two psychic |amarriages espousalsa| and three desertions; may be matter of fact nowº but was futter of magd then; entoutcas for a man, but bit a thimble for a maid; blimp, blump; while stands his canyouseehim frails shall fall; was hatched at Cellbridge but ejoculated abrood; as it gan in the biguinnengs and so wound up in a battle of Boss; |aRoderick, Roderick, Roderick, O, you've |bblank goneb| the way of the Danes;a| variously catalogued, regularly regrouped; real detonation but false report; spa mad a but inn sane; half emillian via bogus census but a no street hausmann when allphaund; is the handiest of all andies and a most alleghant spot to dump your hump; hands his secession to the new patricius but plumps plebmatically for the bloody old centuries; eats with doors open and ruts with gates |ashut closeda|; some dub him |aAndey Rotshielda| and more limn him Rockyfellow; shows he's fly to both demisfairs but thries to cover up his tracers; seven dovecotes cooclaim to have been |apigeonhouse pigeonheima| to this homer, |aSmerrnon Smerrniona|, Rhoebok, Kolonskeaghº, Seapoint, Quayhowth, Ashtown, Ratheny; independent of the lordship of chamberlain, acknowledging the rule of Rome; |asmells reeksºa| like ill Ilbelpaeseº and looks like Iceland's Earº; lodged at quot places, lived through tot reigns; takes a szumbath for his weekend and a wassarnap for his refreskment; after a good bout at stoolball
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enjoys Giroflee Giroflaa; |awhat Nevermore missed and Colombo found;a| |a|b|chinted at in Humphrey's Justice of the Jaypees and hunted for by Theban recensors who sniff there's something behind the Bug of the Deaf; |~hinted at in the eschatological chapters of Humphrey's Justesse of the Jaypees and hunted for by Theban recensors who sniff there's something behind the Bug of the Deaf;~|c|b|a| believes in everyman his own goaldkeeper and in Africa for the fullblacks; the arc of his dryveº was forty full; and his stumps were pulled at eighty; boasts him |ato the thick-in-thewsa| the oldest creater in Aryania and looks down on the |aAlpies as Suiss family Collesons whom he callsa| les nouvelles roches; though his heart, soul and spirit turn to pharaoph times,º his love, faith and
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hope |aare in stick toa| futuerism; light leglifters cense him souriantes from afore while |abase boora| browbenders curse curse him grommelants |ain toa| his hindmost; comminxed under articles but phoenished a borgiess; is Alº |ain ana| the highest but Roh |aat the re hisa| root; |++filled fanned of heckleberries whenas all was tuck and toss up for him as a yangster to fall fou of hockinbechers wherein he had gauged the use of raisin;º++| ads aliments, das doles, rups |aroots rusticsa|, tams turmoil;º sas seed enough for a semination but sues skivvies on the sly; learned to |atalk speaka| from hand to mouth till he could talk earish with his eyes shut; hacked his way through hickheckhocks |aand buta| hanged forº |ahelp hishelpa| from there hereafters; rialtorº, annesleyg, binn and balls,º to say nothing atolk of New Comyn; these dyed to tartan him, rueroot, dulse, bracken, teasel, fuller's ash, sundew and cress; long gunn but not for cotton; stood his sharp |asiege assaulta| of famine, but grew girther and, girther and girther; he has twenty four |aor soa| cousins germinating in the United States |aof Americaa| and a namesake with |aa capital an initiala| difference in the |aoncea| kingdom of Poland; his first's a young rose and his second's French-Egyptian and his whole means a slump at Christie's; |aout fortha| of his pierced part came the woman of his dreams, blood thicker,º then water (++and,º last++) trade overseas; buyshop of Glintylook, eorl of Hoed; you and I are in him surrented by brown bldns; Elin's flee polt pelhaps but Hwang Chang evelytime; he was one of your highbigpipey boys but fancy him as smoking fags at his time of
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life; Mount of Mish, Mell of Moy; had two cardinal ventures and three capitol sinks; has a peep in his pocketbook and a packetboat in his keep; B.V.H., B.L.G., P.P.M., T.D.S., V.B.D., T.C.H., L.O.N.; is |aBreakfaith Breakfatesa|, Lunger, Diener and
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Souper;+| |s+as the streets were paved with cold he felt his topperairy; thought taught himself skating and learned how to fall; distinctly dirty but rather a dear; Ostman Effendi, Serge Paddishaw; |sabosses baasessa| two ma mmany andº |saouthorrids all tetrarches outpriams all his parisitessa|; first of the fenians, roi des fainéantsº; his Tiara of scones was held unfillable till one Liam Fail felled him in Westmunster; was |sashook shuckºsa| out of his sittem when he rowed |sasaulelysa| to demask us; and to our appauling predicament brought usº plagues |saand fromsa| Buddapest;s+| |+put a matchhead on an aspenstalk and set sent the living a fire; speared the rod and spoiled the lightning; married with cakes and and |sarepanted repunkedsa| with pleasure; till he was buried |sawhoowhoopy howhappysa| was he and he made the welkins ring with Up Micawber!; god at the top of the staircase, carrion on the mat of |sagrass strawsa|; his striped |satrousers pantaloonssa|, his rather strange walk; hereditatis columna erecta, |ahagiom hagiona| chiton (++araphon eraphon++); nods a nap for the nonce but crows cheerio when they get |aecunomical ecunemicala|; is a simultaneous equator of |aintegers |belimbinatedb| integrasa| when three upon one is by inspection improper; he's as globeful as a gasometer of lithium and luridity and |ait was thirty he was thrice tena| anular
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before he |agot walloweda| round Raggiant Circos; we go into him sleepy children, we come out of him strucklers for life; Miraculone, Monstrucceleen; led the upplaws
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at the Creation and hissed a snake charmer off her stays;+| |s+you feel he is Vespasian yet you think of him as as |aCaurelius Aureliusa|; made a summer assault on our shores and begiddy got his sands full;s+| |+mareschalled his wardmotes and delimited the main; netted before nibbling, can scarce turn a scale but, grossed after meals, weighs a town in himself; |a|bfb| |bhe all his foretellers he reared a stone and for all his comehethers he planted a tree;b|a| Banba prayed for his conversion, Beurla missed that grand old voice; can rant as grave as oxtail soup and chat as gay as a porto |aflip flippanta|; is is unhesitent in his unionism and yet a pigotted nationalist; Sylviacola is shy of him, Matrosenhosens |asniff nosea| the joke;+| |s+shows the sinews of peace in his chest-o-wars;s+| |+fiefeofhome, ninehundred and thirtynineº years |aofa| copyhold; is |aever aldaysa| open for polemypolity's cakeº when he's not |asuntimesa| closed for the love of Janus; sucks life's eleaxir from the pettipickles of the Jewess and ruoulls in sulks if any popeling runs down the Huguenots; Mister Mudson, master gardiner;+| |s+to one he's just paunch and judex, to another full of beans and |abrains brehonsa|; hallucination, cauchman, ectoplasm;s+| |+|awas a passed fora| baabaa blacksheep till he grew white woo woo woolly; was
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drummatoysed by MacMilligan'sº daughter and put to music by |aRubber Shoeman one shoebarda|; all fitzpatricks in his emirate remember him, the boys of wetford hail him babu; indanified himself with boro tribute and was given |sapubliclysa| to brigstoll; was given the light in drey orchafts and entumuled in threeplexes;+| |s+his likeness is in Terrecuite and he giveth rest to the rainbowedº; lebriety, frothearnityº and quality;s+| |+his reverse makes a virtue of necessity while his obverse mars a mother by invention; |sashield beskildºsa| his gunwale and he's the second imperial, untie his points, |aunhook tentersa| and he's lath and plaster; calls upon Allthing when he fails to appeal |aeach toa| Eachovos; basileusº, ardree, kongsemma, rexregulorum; stood into Dee mouth,
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then backed broadside on Baulacleeva; either eldorado or ultimate thole; a kraal of fou feud fires, a crawl of five pubs; threw pebblets for luck over one sodden shoulder and dragooned |aa peoplade peopladesa| armed to their teeth; |agay |sbpeppet peptsb|a| as Gaudioº Gambrinus, grim as Potter the Grave; ace of arts, deuce of damimonds, trouble of clubs, fear of spates; cumbrum, twiniceynurseys fore a drum but |athree trea| to uno tips the scale; (++missing reeled the titleroll opposite a brace of girdles in Silver on the Screenº but was sequenced from the set as Crookback by the even more titulars, Rick, Dave and Barry;++) he can get on as early as the twentysecond of Mars but occasionally he doesn't come off before Virgintiquinqueº Floreal; Germinal; his Indian name is |aHapapoosiebjibway Hapapoosiesobjibwaya| and his number in arithmosophy is the stars of the plough; took weapon in the province of the |aspear pikea| and let fling his line on Eelwick; moves in vicous circles yet remews the same; |xtheº drain rats bless his offals while the park birds curse his floodlights; he pours into the softclad shellborn the hard cash earned in Watling Street;x| |xbrought us giant ivy from the land of younkers and bewitthered |~Apostolicus Apostolopolos~| with the gale of his gall;x| |xherald hairyfair, alloaf the wheat;x| |x|amarry husbanda| your aunt and |arepunk at pleisure endow your neposa|; hearken but hush it, screen him and see; |ais an archbishopric and was a tradesman's time is, an archbishopric, time was, a tradesmen'sa| entrance;x| |xhis rainfall is a couple of kneehighs while his |~meanest meanst grass~| temperature marked three in the shade;x| |xis the meltingpoint of snow and the bubblingplace place of alcohol; has a tussle with the trulls and then does himself justice;x| |xhinted at in |athe eschatological chapters ofa| Humphrey's |aJustice Justessea| of the Jaypeesº and hunted for by Theban recensors who sniff there's
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something behind the Bug of the Deafº;x| |xto all his foretellers he reared a stone and for all his comehethersº he planted a tree;ºx| Whoaº missed a porter so whot shall he do for he wanted to sit for Pimploco but they've caught him to stand for Sue?; Dutchlord, Dutchlord, overawes us; Headmound, king and martyr, dunstung in the yeastº, Pitre-le-Pore-in-Petrinº, Barth-the-Grete-by-the-Exchange; he |afronts upon hestens towardsa| dames troth and wedding hand like the prince of Orange and Nassau while he has trinity left behind him like Bowlbeggar Bill-the-Bustonly; brow of a hazelwood, pool in the dark; changes blowicks into bullocks and a well of Artesia into a bird of Arabia; his birthspot lies beyond the herospont and burialplot in the pleasant little field; is the yldist kiosk on the pleninsula and the unguest hostel in Saint Scholarland; walked |aseveral manya| hundreds and many score miles of streets andº lit thousands |aand ina| one nightlights in hectares of window; his great wide cloak lies on fifteen acres and his little white horse rides decks by dozens our doors; is above the seedfruit level and outside the leguminiferous zone; when older links lock older hearts then he'll resemble she; can be built |aof witha| glue and clippings, scrawled or voided on a buttress; the night express sings his story, the song of sparrownotes on his stave of wires; he craw crawls with lice, and he swarms with saggarts; is as quiet as a
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musqueº but can be as noisy as a sonogog; was Dilmun when his date was palmy and Mudlin when his nut was cracked; bored the Ostrov, leapt the Inferus, swam the Mabbul and flewº the Moyle; like fat, like fatlike tallow, of greasefulness, yea of dripping greasefulness; did
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not say to the old, old,
did not say to the scorbutic, scorbutic; he has founded a house,º Uru, a house he has founded to which he has assigned its fate;
+|6| bears a raaven gueulant on a fjeld duiv; ruz the halo off his varlet when he appeared to his shecook as Haycock, Emmet, Boaro, Toaro, Osterich, Mangy and Skunk; pressed the beer of aled age out of the nettles of rashness; put a roof on the lodge for Hymn and a coq in his pot |6for pro6| homo; was dapifer, then pancircensor, then hortifex magnus; went puffing from king's brugh to new customs, doffing the |+6topper gibbous+|6| off him to every breach of all size; has his seat of justice, his house of mercy, his corn o'copious and his stacks a'rye; won the freedom of new yoke for the minds of jugoslaves; acts active, |6meddles peddles6| in passivism and is a |6monster gorgon6| of selfridgeousness; pours a laughsworth of his illformation over a larmsworth of salt; he stands in a lovely park, sea is not far, importunate towns of X, Y and Z are easily overreached; is an excrescence to civilised humanity and but a wart on Europe; wanamade singsigns to soundsense an yit he wanna git all his flesch nuemaid motts truly prural and plusible; lusteth ath he listeth the cleah whithpeh of a themise; is a prince of the fingallian in a hiberniad of hoolies; has a hodge to wherry him and a |6francy frenchy6| to curry him and a brabanson for his beeter and a fritz at his switch; was waylaid by a parker and beschotten by a buckeley; kicks lintils when he's cuppy and casts Jacob's arroroots, dime after dime, to poor |+6childer waifstrays+|6| on |6his parish the perish6|; reads the charms of H. C. Endersen all the weaks of his evenin and the crimes of Ivaun the Taurrible every strongday morn; |+6stocks dry puder for the Ill people and gilt pills for all the Pale; gave his mundyfoot to Miserius, her pinch to Anna Livia, that superfine pigtail to Cerisia Cerosia and quid rides to Titius, Caius and Sempronius; made the man who had no notion of shopkeepers feel he'd rather play the duke than play the gentleman; shot two queans and shook three caskles when he won his game of dwarfs;+|6| soaps you soft to your face and slaps himself when he's badend; owns the bulgiest bungbarrel that ever was tiptapped in the privace of the Mullingar Inn; was born with a nuasilver tongue in his |+6mouthe mouth+|6| and went round the coast of Iron with his lift hand to the scene; raised but two fingers and yet smelt it would day; for whom it is easier to found a see in Ebblannah than for I or you to find a dubbeltye in |+6Dampsterdump Dampsterdamp+|6|; to live with whom is a lifemayor and to know whom a liberal education; was dipped in Hoily Olives and chrysmed in Scent Otooles; hears cricket on the earth but annoys the life out of predikants; still turns the dure's ear of Darius to the now thoroughly infuriated one of God; made Man with juts that jerk and minted money mong maney; likes a six acup pudding when he's come whome sweet whome; |+6was dubbed out of joke and limned in raw ochre;+|6| has come through all the eras of livsadventure from
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noonshine and shampaying down to clouts and pottled porter; with one touch
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of nature set a veiled world agrin and went within a sheet of tissuepaper of the option of three gaols; who could see at one blick a saumon taken with a |+6spear lance+|6|, hunters pursuing a doe, a swallowship in full sail, a whyterobe lifting a host; faced flappery like old King Cnut and turned his back like Cincinnatus; is a farfar and morefar and a hoar father Nakedbucker in villas old as new; |+6sits squats+|6| aquart and cracks aquaint when it's flaggin in town and on haven; blows whiskery around |+6the head his summit+|6| but |+6thinks |astayth stehtsa|+|6| stout upon his |+6feet footles+|6|; stutters fore he falls and goes mad entirely when he's waked; is Timb to the pearly morn and Tomb to the mourning night; and an he had the best bunbaked bricks in bould Babylon for his |+6lustingplays pitchingplaysº+|6| he'd be lost for the want of his wan wubblin wall?

answer: Finn MacCool!

A 2. Does your mutter know your mike?


When I turn meoptics,
from suchurban prospects,
'tis my filial's bosom,
doth behold with pride,
that pontificator,
and circumvallator,
with his dam night garrulous,

slipt by his side.

Ann alive, the lisp of her,
'twould grig mountains whisper her,
and the bergs of Iceland,
melt in waves of fire,
and her spoon-me-spondees,
and her drickle-me-ondenees,
make the rageous Ossean,

kneel and quaff a lyre!

If Dann's dane, Ann's dirty,
if he's plane, she's purty,
if he's fane, she's flirty,
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with her auburnt streams,
and her coy cajoleries,
and her dabblin drolleries,
for to rouse his rudderup,

or to drench his dreams.

If hot Hammurabi,
or cowld Clesiastes,
could espy her pranklings,
they'd burst bounds agin,
and renounce their ruings,
and denounce their doings,
for river and iver,

and a night. Amin!

N 3. Which title is the true-to-type motto-in-lieu for that Tick for Teac thatchment painted witt weth one darkness, where asnake is under clover and birds aprowl are in the rookeries and a magda went to monkishouse and a riverpaard was spotted, which is not Whichcroft Whorort not Ousterholm Dreyschluss not Haraldsby, grocer, not Vatandcan, vintner, not Houseboat and Hive not Knox-atta-Belle not O'Faynix Coalprince not Wohn Squarr Roomyeck not Ebblawn Downes not Le Decer
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Le Mieux not Benjamin's Lea not Tholomew's Whaddingtun gnot Antwarp gnat Musca not Corry's not Weir's not The Arch not The Smug not The Dotch House not The Uval nothing Grand nothing Splendid (Grahot or Spletel) nayther Erat Est Erit noor Non michi sed |6lucefro? luciphro?º6|

answer: Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our orb!

X 4. What Irish capitol city (a dea o dea!) of two syllables and six letters, with a deltic origin and a nuinous end (ah dust oh dust!), can boost of having a) the most extensive public park in the world, b) the most expensive brewing industry in the world, c) the most expansive peopling thoroughfare in the world, d) the most phillohippuc theobibbous paupulation in the world: and harmonise your |6|aabeecdeed abecedeeda|6| responses?

answer: a) Delfas. And when ye'll hear the gould hommers of my heart, my floxy loss, bingbanging again the ribs of yer resistance and the tenderbolts of my rivets working to your destraction ye'll be sheverin wi' all yer dinful sobs when we'll go riding a cope-a-curly, you with yer orange garland and me with my conny cordial, down the greaseways of rollicking into the waters of wetted life. b) Dorhqk. And sure where can you have such
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good old chimes anywhere, and leave you, as on the Mash and how 'tis I would be engaging you with my plovery soft accents and descanting upover the scene beunder me of your loose vines in their hairafall with them two loving loofs braceleting the slims of your ankles and your mouth's flower rose and sinking ofter the soapstone of silvry speech. c) Nublid. Isha, why wouldn't we be happy, avourneen, on the mills' money he'll soon be leaving you as soon as I've my own owned brooklined Georgian mansion's lawn to recruit upon by Doctor Cheek's special orders and my copper's panful of soybeans and Irish in my east hand and a James's Gate in my west, after all the errears and erroriboose of |6combarative6| embottled history, and your goodself churning over the newleaved butter (more power to you!), the choicest and the cheapest from Atlanta to Oconee, while I'll be drowsing in the gaarden. d) Dalway. I hooked my
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thoroughgoing trotty the first down Spanish Place, Mayo I make, Tuam I take, Sligo's sleek but Galway's grace. Holy eel and sainted salmon, chucking chub and ducking dace, Rodiron's not your aequal! says she, leppin half the lane. abcd) A bell a bell on Shalldoll Steepbell, ond be'll go massplon pristmoss speople, Shand praise gon ness our fayst moan neople, our prame Shandeepen, pay name muy feepence, moy nay non Aequallllllll!

Y 5. Whad slags of a loughladd would retten smuttyflesks, emptout old mans, melk vitious geit, scareoff jackinjills fra tiddle anding, smoothpick waste papish pastures, insides man outsiders angell, sprink dirted water, bear around village, newses, tobaggon and sweeds, plain general kept, louden on the kirkpeal, foottreats given to malafides, outskriek hyelp hyelp nor his hair efter buggelawrs, |6innhome daymon, outhouse diuell,6| might underhold three barnets, putzpolish crotty bottes, nightcoover all fireglims, serve's time till baass, grindstone his kniveses, fullest boarded, lewd man of the method in godliness, perchance he nieows and thans sits in the spoorwaggen, X.W.C.A. or Z.W.C.U., |6Doorsteps Limitedº |aor |~Bay Window Baywindaws~| Brosa| swobber preferred,º |~Walter Walther~| Clausetter's and Sons |~and with~| |athea| H. E. Chimneys andº Company to not skreve,º6| will, on advices, be bacon or stable hand, must begripe fallstandingly irers' langurge, jublander or northquain bigger prefurred, all duties, kine rights, family fewd, outings fived, may get earnst, no get combitsch, profusional drinklords to please obstain, he is fatherlow soundigged inmoodmined pershoon but aleconnerman, nay, that must he isn't?

answer: Pore ole Joe!

} 6. What means the saloon slogan Summon In The Housesweep Dinah?

answer: |6|s+Tok.s+|6| Galory bit of the sales of Cloth nowand I have to beeswax
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the bringing in all the claub of the porks to us how I thawght I knew his arthurgruff stain on the flowers of the liloleum O if me ash and can could speak like Big Whittington and he called by me midden name|6. |aTick Tik.ºa|6| I am your honey honeysugger phwhtphwht tha Bay and who bruk the dandleass and who seen the blackcullen jam for Tomorrha's big pickneck I hope it'll pour prais the Climate of all Ireland I heard the
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grackles and I skimming the crock on all your sangwidges fippence per leg per |6drake and drake.º |a(tuck) |~(tuk) Tuk.~|a| |s+and Ands+|6| who eight the last of the goosebellies that was mowlding from |s+6hoopincoff measlests+|6| years and who leff that there and who put that here and who let the kilkenny stale the |s+6chop and chump.º Tek. Ands+|6| whowasit youwasit propped the pot in the yard |6(tak6| and whatinthe nameofsen lukeareyou rubbinthe sideofthe flureofthe lobbywith. Shite! Will you have a plateful? |6|s+Tak.s+|6|

O 7. Who are those component partners of our societate, the doorboy, the cleaner, the sojer, the crook, the squeezer, the lounger, the curman, the tourabout, the mussroomsniffer, the bleakablue tramp, the funpowtherplother, the christymansboxer, from their prés salés and Donnybrook prater and Roebuck's campos and the ager Arountown and Crumglen's grassy but Kimmage's champ and Ashtown fields and Cabra fields and Finglas fields and Santry fields and the feels of Raheny and their fails and Baldoygle to them, who are latecomers all the years round by anticipation, are the porters of the passions in virtue of retroratiocination, and, contributting their conflingent controversies of differentiation, unify their voxes in a vote of vaticination, who crunch the crusts of comfort due to depredation, drain the mead for misery to incur intoxication, condone every evil by practical justification and condamn any good to its own gratification, who are ruled, roped, duped and driven by those numen fateful changending constancies, the feedkeepers at our free laws (Fors Forsennat Finds Clusium!), nightly consternation, fortnightly fornication, monthly miserecordation and omniannual recreation, |6doyles when they deliberate but sullivans when |~they're they are~| swordsed,º6| Matey, Teddy, Simon, Jorn, Pedhar, Andy, Barty, Philly, Jamesy Mor, and Tom, Matt and Jakes MacCorty?

answer: The Morphios!

Q 8. And how war yore maggies?

answer: They war loving, they love laughing, they laugh weeping, they weep smelling, they smell smiling, they smile hating, they hate thinking, they think feeling, they feel tempting, they tempt daring, they dare waiting, they wait taking, they take thanking, they thank seeking, as born for lorn in lore of love to live and wive by wile and rile and rule by rune of
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ruse 'reathed rose and
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hose hol'd home, yeth cometh elope year, coach and four, Sweet Peck-at-my-Heart picks one man more.

o 9. Now, to be on anew and basking again in the panaroma of all flores of speech, if a human being, duly fatigued by his dayety in the sooty, having plenxty off time on his gouty hands and vacants of space at his sleepish feet and as hapless behind the dreams of accuracy as any camelot prince of dinmurk, were, at this auctual futule preteriting unstant, in the states of suspensive exanimation, accorded, through the eye of a noodle, with an earsighted view of old hopeinhaven with all the ingredient and egregiunt whights and ways to which in the curse of his persistence the course of his tory will had been having recourses, the reverberration of knotcracking awes, the reconjungation of nodebinding ayes, the redissolusingness of mindmouldered ease and the thereby hang of the Hoel of it, could such a none, whiles even led comesilencers to comeliewithhers and till intempestuous Nox should catch the gallicry and spot lucan's dawn, byhold at ones what is main and why 'tis twain, how one once meet melts in tother wants poignings, the sap rising, the foles falling, the nimb now nihilant round the girlyhead so becoming, the wrestless in the womb, all the rivals to allsea, shakeagain, O disaster! shakealose, Ah how starring! but Heng's got a bit of Horsa's nose and Jeff's got the signs of Ham round his mouth and the beau that spun beautiful pales as it palls, what roserude and oragious grows gelb and greem, blue out the ind of it! Violet's dyed! then what would that fargazer seem to seemself to seem seeming of, dimn it all?

answer: A collideorscape!

I 10. What bitter's love but yurning, what' sour lovemutch but a bref burning, till shee that drawes dothe smoake retourne?

answer: I know, pepette, of course, dear, but listen, precious! Thanks, pette, those are lovely, delicious! But mind the wind, sweet! What exquisite hands you have, you angiol, if you didn't gnaw your nails! Isn't it a wonder you're not ashamed of me, you pig, you perfect little pigaleen! I'll nudge you in a minute. I bet you use her best |6French cream |s+French Perisians+| smear |xoff her vanity tablex|6|
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to make them look so rosetop glowstop nostop. |6|xI know her. Slight me, would she? Three creamings a day,º the first during her shower |~& and~| wipe off with tissue. Then after cleanup |~& and~| |aof coursea| before retiring.x|6| When I think of that Clancarbry, the foodbrawler of the sociationist party |6|++with hiss blackleaded chest,º hello, Prendregast! that you, Innkipper?,º++|6| and all his fourteen other |6|s+fullbacks+|6| maulers |6|+or hurling stars,º or whatever the dagos they
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are,+| justº becups they won the egg and spoon at |~Boiledoil Balldole
~|6|. |6|+My Eilish assent makes his admiracion.+| |xHe is seeking an opening and means to be first |+|awith mea| as his belle alliance+|.x| |+Andoo musnoo |amake playa| zeloso! Soso do todas. Such is Spanish.+|6| Stoop a little closer, fealse! |s+6Delicious Delightsomes+|6| simply! I haven't fell so turkish for ages and ages! |6|+Mine's me of squisious, the chocolate with a soul.+|6| Extraordinary! Why, what are they all, the mucky lot of them only? |6|+Sht!º I wouldn't pay three hairpins for them.+|6| Peppt! That's right, hold it steady! |6|s+Leg me pull. Pu! Come big to Iran.s+|6| Poo! What are you nudging for? No, I just thought you were. Listen, loviest! Of course it was too kind of you, miser, to remember my sighs in shockings|6|x, myº often expressed wish |+when you were wandering about my trousseaurs+|,ºx|6| and |6|x|+before I forget it+| don't forget|+, in your extensions to my personality, when knotting your my remembrancetie,+| shoeweekº |++is coming will be trotting++| |+|a|~back with~| red heelsa| at the end of the moon,º+| |~but~|x|6| look what the fool bought and I'll always in always remind of snappy new girters with my very best gloves even if he was to be vermillion miles my youth to live on, creaking around on his old |+6shanks axle shanksaxle+|6| like a crosty old cornquake. Airman, waterwag, terrier, blazer! I'm fine, thanks ever! O, mind you poo |+6fingies tickly+|6|! |6|+Sall I puhim in momou?º+|6| Mummum! |6|+|aWhat a place Funny spota| to have a fingey!+|6| I'm terribly sorry, I swear to you I am! May you never see me in my figure how I sleep gracefully in my
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birthday pelts and that her blanches mainges may rot leprous off her, whatever winking maggis I'll bet by your cut you go |~6chasting fleurting~|6| after, with all the glass on her and the jumps in her stomewhere! |6Ha Haha! |xI suspected she was!x| |xSo she |~said unread says:~| Tay for thee?º |~And Well,~| I saith: Angst so |~much. mush! ~|x| |+|xIf I did ate toughturf I'm not a mishymissy.x|+|6| Of course I know, pettest, you're so learningful and considerate in yourself, |6|s+so friend of vegetables,s+|6| you long cold cat you! Please too meek my acquointance! Codling, snakelet, iciclist! My diaper has more life to it! Who drowned you, so young in drears, man, or are you pillale with ink? |6Did a |~tear weep~| get past the gates of your pride? My tread on the |~unread clover~|, sweetness? Yes, the buttercups told me. |+|aKiss Hugºa| me, damn |ayou it alla|, and+| |xI'll kiss you back to life|~, my peachest~|.x| |+I mean to make you suffer, |asofty buttermelta|, and I don't care this fig for contempt of courting.+| |xYou know I'm tender by my eye.x|6| Can't you read my |s+6dazzled eyes dazzling oness+|6| through me true? |6|xBite my laughters, drink my
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x|6| |+6Count all your quick of my rhythmic ticks, pore Pore+|6| into me, volumes, spell me stark and spill me swooning. Transname me loveliness, now me and here me for all times! |6|xI just don't care what my thwarters think!ºx|6| I'd risk a policeman passing by, Magrath or even that beggar of a boots at the Post. The flame? O, pardone! That was what? Ah, did you speak, stuffstuff? More poestries from |6Sakespeare's Ch |~Chicspeer's Chickspeer's~| with gleechoreal music |a|~and or~| a jaculation from the garden of the soula|6|? |6|+|aOf I be leib in theeº immoralities? |bO, you mean the strangle for love and the sowiveall of the prettiest? Yep, we open hap coseries in the home. And once upon a week I improve on myself I'm so keen on that New Free Womanº with novel inside. I'm always as tickled as |cpossible can bec| over Man in a Surplusº by the Lady who Pays the Rates.b| Buta| I'm as pie as is possible. Draw the shades, curfe you, and I'll beat any sonnamonk to love.+| |~Only don't~| |s+make a priest of me |~put a priest on me~|s+| |~whatoffer you make~| |s+|~even if you are altarstruck.~|s+|6| Holy bug, how my highness would jump to make you flame your halve a bannan in two when I'd run my |s+6blazing burnings+|6| torchlight through
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your hairmejig if you had one! To adore me there and then cease to be? |6Whatever for, blossoms?º6| If I am laughing with you? No, lovingest, I'm not so dying to take my rise out of you|6|x, adoredx|6|. |6|xNot in the very least.x| |xTrue as God made |++my modesty coatmother Mamawº hiplength modesty coatmawther++|!x|6| It's only because I'm only any girl, you lovely fellow of my dreams, and because old somebooby is not a roundabout, my trysting of the tulipies, like that puffpape bucking Daveran, assoiling us |+6behinds, behinds.+| |+What a nerve!º Blessed Marguerite Moses!º+| |xI hope they threw away the mould|s+, orº else we'll have Ballshossersº and Sourdamapplersº all over |sathesa| places+|.x| |+But hold hard till I've got my latchkey vote and I'll teach him when to wear Roman collars. +|6| |+6and Andº+|6| because, you pluckless lankaloot, I hate the very thought of the thought of you and because, dearling, of course, adorest, I was always meant for an engindear |6|+to be musband when we do and contract |++when you are married to reading and writing++|+|6| which please business now won't be long |6for he's so loopy on me and I'm so leapylikeº |+since the day he carried me from the boat to the |ashore beacha| and I left |aone fair hair on his shoulder on his shoulder one fair hair |sbto guide
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hand |~& and~| mind to its softness
sb|a|+|6|. Ever so sorry! I beg your pardon, I was listening to every treasuried word I said fell from my dear mot's |+6lip tongue,º+|6| otherwise how could I see what you were thinking of your granny? |6|+Only I wondered if I threw out my shaving mir water. Anyway, here's my arm, pulletneck. Gracefully yours.+|6| Move your mouth towards minth, more, preciousest, more on more! |6To please |~mease! sweetness! me, treasure.~|6| Don't be a, I'm not going to! Sh! Nothing! A cricri somewhere: Buybuy! I'm fly! |6Hear, pippy, under the limes. |++The little passdoor, so, and you're
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at my apron stage.++| Shy is him|a, |~treasure dovey~|a|?º Musforget there's an audience. |xI have been lost, angel. |~Hug me Cuddle~|, you ye divil ye!ºx| |x|~It's~| our teat-a-teat.x| |xHearhere! Sensation!
x|6| Let them, their whole four courtships! Let them! Bigbawl and his boosers' eleven makes twelve |6territorials6|! And my waiting twenty classbirds, sitting on their stiles! |6Let me finger their eurhythmytic. They're all of them out to please. |+Wait! In the mane of the mistle and if Sent Yves and all the holly.º Hoost! Ahem!+|6| There's Ada, Bett, Celia, Delia, Ena, Fretta, Gilda, Hilda, Ita, Jess, Katty, Lou |6|+(they make me cough as sure as I read them)+|6|, Mina, Nippa, Opsy, Poll, Queenie, Ruth, Saucy, Trix, Una, Vela, Wanda, Xenia, Yva, Zulma, Phoebe, Thelma. And Mee! |6|xTheº |agardener's |~Gardiner's reformatory~|a| boys |~is~| goaling in for the church soº we've all comefeastº and caught lipsolutionº under |~penancy of penancies for~| myrtle sins.x|6| When their bride was married all my belles began to ting. A ring a ring a rosaring! Then everyone will hear of it. Bright pigeons all over the whirrld will fly |6|+with my mistletoe message round their |~loveknotted loveribboned~| necks and a crumb of my cake for each |acasta chastaa| dieva+|6|. We keeps all and sundry papers. In (+6the limelight th' amourlight+)6|, O my dawrling! No, I swear to you |6|s+By bys+| Fibsburrow |aSteeple! |~churchdome! churchdome and~|a| |+|aSaint Saintea| Andrée's Undershift,º+|6| by all I hold secret from my world and in my underworld |6|x|~Nighties and naughties! of nighties and naughties~|x|6| and in all the other wonderwearlds! Close your, notmust look, now open, pet, your lips, pepette, like I used my sweet parted lipsabuss with Don Holohan taught me |6|xafter the flannel dance|s+, withº the proof of love, up |++sheeplane Smock Alley++|, |satheº first night he smelled pouder and I coloured beneath my fansa|s+|x|6|, pipetta mia, when you learned me the linguo to melt. Wholoham would have ears like ours, the blackhaird! Do you |6like adoreº6| that, silenziosa? Are you enjoying, |6|s+this same little me,s+|6| my life, my love? |6Why do you like
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6| Is it not divinely deluscious? |6|+But in't it baffoyouº?+|6| Misi, misi! |6|xTell me till my thrillme comes! I will not break the seal.x|6| I am enjoying it still, I swear I am! Why do you prefer its in these dark nets, if why may ask, my sweetykins? Shsh! Longears is flying. No, sweetissest, why would that ennoy me? But don't! |6|xYou want to be slap well slapped for that.x|6| Your delighted lips, love, be careful! Mind my duvetyne dress above all! |6It's golded silvy, the newest sextones |+with princess effect+|. |++For Rutland blue's gone g blue's got out of passion.++|6| So, so, my precious! O, I |s+6know can sees+|6| the cost, chara! Don't tell me! |6|s+Why, the boy in |++the sheeps'++| lane knows that.s+|6| If I sell whose, dears? Was I sold here's, tears? |6|+You mean those conversation lozenges?+|6| How awful! |6|s+The bold shame of me!s+|6| I wouldn't |6|x|s+chickens?, chickens,s+|x|6| not for all the juliettes in the twinkly way! |6|++I could snap them when I see them winking at me in bed.++| |s+I didn't did so, my intended, or was going to or thinking of.s+|6| Shshsh! Don't start like that, you wretch! I thought ye knew all and more, ye aucthors|6|s+, toº explique to ones the significat of their exsystemss+|6|. It's only another queer fish |6|+or ottherº+|6| in the damned old river again, God bless us and spare her! Excuse me for swearing, love, I swear I didn't mean to|6|+, byº this armlet+|6|! Did you really never in all our lives speak clothse to a girl's before? No! |6|+Not even to the charmermaid?+|6| How mawfellous! Of course I believe you, my own dear doting liest, when you tell me. As I'd live to, O, I'd love to! Liss, liss! I muss whiss! Never that ever or I can remember dearstreaming faces|6|s+, you may go through mes+|6|! Never in all my whole white light of my matchless and pair! |6Or ever for bitter be the frucht of this hour!6| With my whiteness I thee woo and bind my silk breasths I thee bound! Always, Amory, amor andmore! Till always, thou lovest! Shshshsh! So long as the lucksmith. Laughs!

D 11. If you met on the binge a poor acheseyeld from Ailing,

when the tune of his tremble shook shimmy on shin,
while his countrary raged in the weak of his wailing,
like a rugilant pugilant Lyon O'Lynn;

if he maundered in misliness, plaining his
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or played fox and lice, picking and dropping hips teeth,
or wringing his handcuffs for peace, the blind blighter,
praying Dieuf and Domb Nostrums foh thomethinks to eath;

if he weapt while he leapt and guffalled quith a quhimper,
made cold blood a blue mundy and no bones without flech,
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taking kiss, kake or kick with a suck, sigh or simper,
a diffle to larn and a dibble to lech;

if the fain shinner pegged you to shave his immartial,
wee skillmustered shoul with his ooh, hoodoodoo!
broking wind that to wiles woemaid sin he was partial,
we don't think, Jones, we'd care to this evening, would you?

answer: No, blank ye! So you think I have impulsivism? Did they tell you I am one of the fortysixths? And I suppose you heard I had a wag on my ears? And I suppose they told you too that my roll of life is not natural? But before proceeding to conclusively confute this begging question it would be far fitter for you (if ye dare!) to hasitate to consult with and consequentially attempt at my disposals of the same dime-cash problem elsewhere, naturalistically, of course, from the blinkpoint of so eminent a spatialist. From it you will here notice, Schott, upon my for the first remarking you that the sophology of Bitchson while driven as under by a purely dime-dime urge is not without his cash-cash characktericksticks, borrowed for its nonce ends from the fiery goodmother Miss Fortune (who the lost time we had the pleasure we have had our little recherché brush with, what, Schott?) and as I further could have told you, as brisk as your D.B.C., behaviouristically pailleté with a coat of homoid icing which is in reality only a done by chance ridiculisation of the whoo-whoo and where's hairs theorics of Winestain. To put it all the more plumbsily, the speechform is a mere sorrogate whilst the quality and tality (I shall explex what you ought to mean by this with its proper when and where and why and how in the subsequent sentence) are alternativomentally harrogate and arrogate, as the gates may be.

Talis is a word often abused by many passims |6(I am working out a quantum theory about it for it is really aº most tantumising state of affairs)6|. A pessim may frequent you to say: Have you been
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seeing much of Talis and Talis those times?, optimately meaning: Will you put up a three of irish? Or a ladyeater may perhaps have casualised to you as you temptoed her à la sourdine: Of your plates, is Talis de Talis, the swordswallower, who is on at the Craterium the same Talis von Talis, the penscrusher (no funk you!), who runs his duly mile? Or this is a perhaps cleaner example. At a recent postvortex piece infustigation of a determinised case of chronic spinosis an extension lecturer on The Ague who out of matter of form was terging his seesers, Dr 's Het Ubeleeft, borrowed the question: Why's which Suchman's talis qualis? To whom, as a fatter of macht, Dr Gedankje of Stoutgirth, who was wiping his whistle, toarsely retoarted: While thou beast one zoom of a whorl! (Talis and Talis originally mean the same thing, hit it's: Qualis.)