Shem is as short for Shemus as Jem is joky for Jacob. A few toughnecks are still getatable who pretend that aboriginally he was of respectable stemming (^|7he was an outlex between the lines of Ragonar Blaubarb and Horrild Hairwire,º and^7| an inlaw to Mr Bbyrdwood de Trop Bloggg was among his most distant connections) but every honest to goodness man in the land of today knows that his back life will not stand being written about in black and white. Putting truth and untruth together a shot may be made at what this hybrid actually was like to look at. Shem's bodily getup, it seems, included: an adze of a skull, an eighth of ^|7an eye a ^|alark's eye larkseye^a|7|, the whole of a nose, one ^|7arm in numbar numb arm up^7| a sleeve, fortytwo hairs off his uncrown, eighteen to his mock lip, a trio of barbels from his megageg chin, the wrong shoulder higher than the right, all ears, ^|7an artificial tongue with a natural curl,^7| not a foot to stand on, a handful of thumbs, a blind stomach, a deaf heart, a loose liver, two fifths of two buttocks, one glad stone ^|7too many avoirdupoider for him^7|, a manroot of all evil, a salmonkelt's thinskin, eelsblood in his cold toes, a bladder Tristended — so much so that young Master Shemmy at the very dawn of history seeing himself such and such, when playing with ^|7words thistlewords^7| in ^|7his their^7| nursery garden, ^|7at Phig Streat 111,^7| asked of all his little brothron and sweestureens the first riddle of the universe: When is a man not a man? telling them take their time^|7, yungfries,^7| and wait till the tide stops (for from the first his day was a fortnight) and offering the prize of a bittersweet crab to the winner. One said when the heavens are quakers, a second said when Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no, when, hold hard a jiffy, when he is a gnawstick
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and detarmined to, the next one said when the angel of death kicks the bucket of life, still another said when the wine is wife, and still another when lovely wooman stoops to conk him, one of the littlest said me, me, Sem, when pappa papared the harbour, still one said when you are old I'm grey fall full of sleep, and still another when wee deader walkner, and another when he is just only after having being semisized, another when yea he hath no mananas, and one when dose pigs they begin now that they will flies up intil the looft. All were wrong, so Shem himself took the cake, the correct solution being — all give it up? —: When he is a ^|7— yours till the rending of the rocks —º^7| Sham.

Shem was a sham and a low sham and his lowness creeped out first via foodstuffs. So low was he that he preferred Gibsen's teatime salmon tinned, as inexpensive as pleasing, to the plumpest roeheavy lax or the friskiest parr or smolt troutlet that ever was gaffed between Leixlip and Island Bridge and many was the time he repeated in his botulism that no junglegrown pineapple ever smacked like the whoppers you shook out of Ananias' cans. None of your inchthick blueblooded Balaclava ^|7beefsteaks fried-at-beliefstakesº^7| or juicejelly legs of ^|7the ^|afold's Grex's^a|7| molten mutton or greasily gristly grunters' goupons or slice upon slab of luscious goosebosom with lump after load of plumpudding stuffing all aswim in a
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swamp of bogoak gravy for ^|7him that yude^7|! He even ran away with himself, and became a farsoonerite, saying he would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils in Europe than meddle with ^|7Ireland's Irrland^7| split little pea. Once when in a state of hopelessly helpless intoxication the piscivore strove to lift a citron peel to either nostril, hiccupping apparently impromptued by his glottal stop, that he could live for ever by the smell, as the citr, as the cedron, like a cedar, of the founts, on mountains, with lemon on, of Lebanon. O, the lowness of him was beneath all up to that sunk to! No likedbylike firewater or firstserved firstshot or gutburn gin or honest brewbarrett beer either. O dear no! Instead the tragic jester sobbed himself ^|7wheywhingingly^7| sick of life on some sort of a ^|7wheywhinging^7| rhubarbarous ^|7|amandarin maundarin^a|7| yellagreen ^|7funkleblue windigut diodying^7| applejack squeezed from sour grapefruice and, to hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips when he had ^|7absorbed gulfed down mmmmuch^7| too ^|7many mmmmany^7| gourds of it retching off to his almost as low withswillers, who always knew notwithstanding when they had had enough and were rightly indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they
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found to their horror they could not carry another drop, it came straight from the noble white fat, openwide sat, her why hide that, the winevat, of the most serene archduchess (if she's a duck she's a douches, snot her fault, nowisit?), artstouchups funny you're grinning at, fancy you're in her yet, Fanny Urinia. Ain't that swell, hey? Talk about lowness! Any dog's quantity of it visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty little blacking beetle, for the very first instant the Tulloch-Turnbull girl with her kodak ^|7spotted shotted^7| the as yet unremuneranded national apostate, who was cowardly gun and camera shy, taking what he fondly thought was a short cut to ^|7Soak^7| Amerigas, after having buried a hatchet not so long before, by the wrong goods exeunt into Patatapapaveri's, fruiterers and musical florists, she knew he was a bad fast man by his walk on the spot.

^|7[Johns is a different butcher's. Next time you are in town pay him a visit. ^|aYou will enjoy cattlemen's spring meat.º ^|bFattens, kills, flays, hangs, draws, quarters and pieces.^b|a| Feel his lambs! Feel how sheap! His liver too is great value, COMMUNICATED.º]^7|

Around that time one generally hoped or at any rate suspected he would early turn out badly, develop hereditary pulmonary T.B. and do for himself one ^|7good dandy^7| time. Nay, one pelting night blanketed folk, hearing a coarse song and splash off Eden Quay, sighed and rolled over, sure all was up, but, though he fell heavily and locally into debt, not even then could such an antinomian be true to type. With the foreign devil's leave the born fraud diddled even death. You see, chaps, he was low. All the time he kept on treasuring with condign satisfaction each and every crumb of trektalk, covetous of his neighbour's word, and if ever, during a conversazione commoted in the nation's interest, delicate hints were thrown out to him touching his evil courses by some wellwishers vainly pleading by scriptural arguments with the opprobrious papist about what about trying
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to brace up and be a men insteed of a dem scrounger, desh it all, such as: Pray, what is
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the meaning^|7, sousy,^7| of that continental expression, if you ever came across it, we think it is a word transpiciously like canaille? or: Did you anywhere, kennel, on your gullible's travels or during your rural troubadouring happen to stumble upon a certain gay young nobleman whimpering to the name of Low Swine who ^|7always addresses women out of the one corner of his mouth^7| lives on loans and is furtivefree yours of age? without one sign of haste, like the supreme prig he was, ^|7and not a bit sorry,^7| he would pull a vacant landlubber's face^|7, rootº with earwaker's pensile in the outer of his lauscher^7| and then, lisping, the prattlepate parnella, to kill time, and swatting his deadbest to think what under the canopies of God would any decent son of ^|7a bitch a shedog who had bin to an university^7| think, begin to tell all the intelligentsia admitted to that conclamazzione (since appreciable physicians, trusted lawyers, belfry politicians, philanthropists ^|7sitting lodging^7| on as many boards round the peninsula at the same time as possible) the whole lifelong story of his entire low existence, abusing his deceased ancestors wherever the sods were and one moment tarabooming great blunderguns ^|7(poh!)^7| about his farfamed fine Poppamore, Mr Humhum, ^|7whom history, climate and entertainment made the first of his sept ^|aand always up to debt^a|,^7| and another moment croaghing three jeers ^|7(pah!)^7| for his rotten little ghost of a Peppybeg, Mr Himmyshimmy, ^|7a blighty, a reeky, a lighty, a scrapy, a babbly, a ninny, dirty seventh among thieves, and always bottom sawyer,^7| giving unsolicited testimony on behalf of the absent as glib as eaveswater, to those present (who meanwhile with increasing lack of interest in his semantics, allowed various subconscious smiles to drivel slowly across their faces), unconsciously explaining, for inkstands, with a meticulosity bordering on the insane, the various meanings of all the different foreign parts of speech he misused and cuttlefishing every lie unshrinkable about all the
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other people in the story leaving out, of course, foreconsciously, the simple word and person they had cornered him about until there was not a snoozer among them but was utterly undeceived in the heel of the reel by the recital of the rigmarole.

It went without saying that the cull disliked anything anyway approaching a plain straightforward standup or knockdown row and as often as he was called in to umpire any octagonal argument among slangwhangers the accomplished washout always used to rub shoulders with the last
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speaker and agree to every word as soon as half uttered: ^|7command me!º^7| your servant, good, ^|7I revere you,^7| quite ^|7true truth^7|, gratias, I'm yoush, ^|7see wha'm hearing?º^7| also ^|7good goods^7|, quiso, ^|7you said it,^7| muchas grassyass, ^|7is there fire firing-on-me? is their girlic-on-you?º to your good self,^7| your sulphur: and then at once ^|7focus focuss^7| his whole unbalanced attention upon the next octagonist who managed to catch a listener's eye, asking and imploring him out of his piteous onewinker whether there was anything in the world he could do to please him and to overflow his tumbletantaliser for him yet once more. One hailcannon night as very recently as some thousand rains ago he was therefore treated with what closely resembled personal violence, being kicked all unsuspectingly through the deserted village of Tumblin-on-the-Leafy from Mr Vanhomrigh's house at 82 Mabbot's Mall as far as Green Patch beyond the brickfields of Salmon Pool by rival teams of slowspiers counter quicklimers who finally, as rahilly they had been deteened out rawther laetich, thought they had better be streaking for home one and all disgustedly, instead of kicking him back and awake, reconciled (though they were as jealous as could be cullions about all the truffles they had brought on him) to a friendship, fast and furious, which merely arose out of the noxious pervert's perfect lowness. Again there was a hope that people,
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looking on him with the contempt of the contemptibles, after first giving him a roll in the dirt might pity and forgive him, if properly deloused, but the pleb was born a Quicklow and sank alowing till he stank out of sight.

^|7In Nowhere has yet the Whole World taken part of himself for his Wife;
By Nowhomº have Poorparents been sentenced to ^|aEarth, ^|bClay, Worms,^b|a| Blood and Thunder for Life;º
Not yet has the Emp ^|a_unreadepfrom up fromº^a| Corpsica forced the Arth out of Engleterre;
Not yet have ^|aSachses and Judds ⁽⁺the⁺⁾ Sachsen and Judder^a| on the Mound of a Word made Warre;
Not yet Witchywitchyº of Wench ^|ahasº^a| struck Fire of his Heath from on Hoath;
Not yet his Arcobaleine ^|ahasº^a| forespoken Peacepeace upon ^|aOarth; Oath;^a|
Cleftfoot from ⁽⁺Himmel must tunnule, Hempal must tumpel ⁺⁾ Blamefool Gardener's bound to fall;
Broken Eggsº will poursuive bitten Apples for ^|awhere ^|bwhile where^b|a| theirs is Will there's his Wall;
But the Mountstill frowns on the Millstream while their Madsons ^|afight leap^a| o'erº his Bier
And her Rillstrill liffs to His Murkesty all her daft Daughters laff in her Ear.
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Till the four shores of deff Tory Island let the douze dumm Eirewhiggs ^|arail! raille!^a|
Hirp! Hirp!º for ^|aour their^a| Missed Understandings! chirps the Ballat of Perce Oreille.º^7|

Darkies never done tug that coon out to play flesh and blood games same as piccaninnies play all day, those old games we used to play with old Joe kicking her behind and before and the ^|7yellow yallowº^7| girl kicking him behind old Joe,
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games like ^|7Thom Thom the thonderman,^7| Put the wind up the peeler, Hat in the ring, Hely Baba and the forty thieves, ^|7Soldier, soldier, will you marry me?, Mikel on the luckypig, Nickel in the slot,^7| Sheila Harnett and her cow, ^|7|aO I married Handmarried^a| but once in my life and I'll never commit such a sin agin, This is the way we sow the seed of a long and lusty morning, Hops of fun at Miliken's make,^7| I seen the toothbrush with Pat Farrell, Here's the fat to grease the priest's boots^|7, When the his steam was like a raimbrandt round MacGarvey^7|. Now it is notoriously known how on that surprisingly bloody Unity Sunday, when the grand germogall allstar bout was gaily the rage between our fightingmen extraordinary and Irish eyes of welcome were smiling daggers down their back, ^|7when the rothº vice and blause met the noyr blank and rogues and the grim white and cold bet the black fighting tans,^7| rank funk getting the better of him the scut in a bad fit of pyjamas fled like a leveret for his bare lives pursued by the scented curses of all the village belles and, without having struck one blow, corked himself up tight in his inkbattle house, badly the worse for boosegas, ^|7there to stay for the life,º^7| where^|7|a, as there was not a moment to be lost,^a| after he had boxed a roundº with his fortepiano till he was whole bla bachº and blues,^7| he collapsed carefully under a bedtick from Switzer's, his face enveloped into a dead warrior's telemac,
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with a whotwaterwottle
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at his feet, to stoke his energy of waiting, moaning feebly that his pawdry's purgatory was more than a nigger man could bear, hemiparalysed by all the shemozzle (Daily Maily, fullup lace! Holy Maly, mothelup Joss!), his cheeks and trousers changing colour every time a gat croaked. How is that for low, ^|7ladies and laymen laities and gentlenuns^7|? Why, whole continents rang with this lowness! Sheols of houris in chems upon divans (revolted stellas vespertine among them) at a bare (O!) mention exclaimed: Fish!

But would anyone, short of a madhouse, believe it? Neither of those clean little cherubum, Nero or Nobookishonester himself, ever nursed such a spoiled opinion of his monstrous marvellosity as did this mental and moral defective (here perhaps at the vanessance of his lownest) who was known to grognt rather than gunnard ^|7on upon^7| one occasion, while drinking heavily of spirits, to an interlocutor a latere he used to pal around with, one Davy ^|7Dunn Browne-No Browne-Nowlan^7|, ^|7his heavenly twin,º^7| in the porchway of a gipsy's bar (Shem always blaspheming, so holy writ, Billy, he would try, old Belly, and pay this one manjack congregant of his four soups every lass of nexmouth, Bolly, ^|7so sure as thair's a tale tail on a ^|acommet commatº^a|,^7| as a taste for a storik's fortytooth^|7, that is to stay,^7| to listen out, ony twenny minnies moe, Bully, his Ballade Imaginaire, which was to be ^|7called ^|adu_unreaded dubbed^a|7| Wine, Woman and Waterclocks ^|7orº How a Guy Finks and Fawkes When He Is Going Batty^7| by Maistre Sheames de la Plume, some most dreadful stuff in a murderous handwriting) that he was awoopf (parn me!) aware of no other shaggyspick, other Shakhisbeard, either prexactly unlike his polar andthisishis or procisely the seems as woops (parn!) as what he fancied or guessed the sames as he was himself ^|7and that^|a, though he ^|bwas^b| foxed fux to fux with all the teashop
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lions of Lumdrum up gagainst him, ^|bandallthatsortofthing,º^b|a| if reams stood to reason he would wipe ^|aall ^|bwhole alley^b|a| english ^|aspooker ^a| off the face of the erse^7|. After the thorough fright he got that bloody day, though every doorpost in muchtried Lucalizod was smeared with generous ^|7erstborn^7| gore and every free for all cobbleway slippery with the blood of heroes crying
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to heaven for others and noahs and culverts agush with tears of joy, our low waster never had the common baalamb's pluck to stir out and about the compound while everyone else of the ^|7city torchlit^7| throng, slashers and sliced alike, ^|7waded waaded and baaded^7| around, chanting the Gillooly chorus, ^|7|aO pura e pia bella!,º^a| in junk ^|aet ^|band et^b|a| sampam ^|aand or^a| in secular sinkalarum,^7| heads up, on their bonafide avocations and happy belongers to the fairer sex on their usual quest for higher things went stonestepping their bickerstaffs across the rainbow bridge set up over the slop by Messrs a charitable government, for the only once he did take a tompeep through a threedraw eighteen-hawkspower telescoop out of his westernmost keyhole, spitting at the impenetrable ^|7weather wetterº^7|, with an eachway hope in his shivering soul of finding out for himself whether true conciliation was forging ahead or falling back ^|7after the celestious intemperance^7| and why he got the charm of his optical life when he found himself at pointblank range blinking down the barrel of an irregular revolver of the bulldog with a purpose pattern handled by an unknown quarreler who, supposedly, had been told off to shade and shoot shy Shem should the shit show his shiny shnout out awhile to look facts in the face before being holed and creased ^|7(uprip and jack him!)^7| by six or a dozen of the gayboys.

What^|7, in the names of Deucalion and Pyrrha ^|aand the ^|bincensed^b| privy and the ^|blicensed^b| pantry gods ^|band Stator and Victor and Kutt and Runn^b|a|,º^7| was this disinterestingly low human type really at? The answer is: ^|7from pulling himself on his most flavoured canal the huge chesthouse of his elders he had flickered up ^|aand flinnered down^a| into^7| a drug and drunkery addict growing megalomane ^|7at of^7| a loose ^|7end past^7|. This explains the litany of septuncial lettertrumpets, honorific, highpitched,
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erudite, neoclassical, which he so loved as patricianly to manuscribe after his name. It would have diverted, if ever seen, the shuddersome spectacle of this semidemented zany amid the inspissated grime of his glaucous den making believe to read his ^|7eminently usylessly^7| unreadable Blue Book of Eccles (even yet it can't be repeated!), turning over three sheets at a time, telling himself delightedly that every splurge on the vellum he blundered over was an aisling vision more gorgeous than the one before, ^|7t.i.t.s.,º^7| a ^|7rose roseschelle^7| cottage by the sea for nothing for ever, a ladies' tryon hosiery raffle at liberty, a sewerful of guineagold wine and sickcylinder oysters worth a billion a bite, an entire operahouse of enthusiastic noblewomen flinging every coronetcrimsoned stitch they had off at his probscenium, one after the others, ^|7in their gaiety pantheomime,^7| when, egad, sir, he sang the topsquall in Deal Lil Shemlockup Yellin (geewhiz, jew ear that far! soap ewer! juice like a boyd!) for fully five minutes infinitely better than Barton McGuckin, with a scrumptious cocked hat and three green trimmity plumes on his head^|7, a sponiard's digger at his ribs,º^7| and a dean's crozier that he won ^|7from Cardinal Lindundarri and Cardinal Carchingarri and Cardinal Loriotuli and Cardinal Occidentaccia (ah ho!) in the dearby darby doubled^7| for falling first over the hurdles, madam, in the odder hand, ^|7but a.a.t.s.o.t. Butº^7| what with the murky light, the botchy print, the tattered cover, the jigjagged page, the fumbling fingers, the foxtrotting fleas, the lieabed lice, the scum on his tongue, the drop in his eye, the lump in his throat, the drink in his pottle, the itch in his palm, the wail of his wind, the grief from his nose, the dig in his ribs, the age of his arteries, the weight of his breath, the fog of his ^|7brainfag mindfag^7|, ^|7the buzz in his braintree,^7| the tic of his conscience, the height ^|7of up^7| his rage, the gush ^|7of down^7| his fundament, the fire in his gorge, the tickle of his tail, the rats in his garret, the hullabaloo and the dust in his ears, since it took him a month to steal a march he was hardset to ^|7memorise mumorise^7| more than a word a week. Was there ever heard of such lowdown blackguardism? Positively it
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woollies one to think over it. Yet the bumpersprinkler used to boast aloud alone to himself ^|7with a haccent on it^7| when Hoy was ^|7a lexical student,º parole, and^7| corrected with the blackboard
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^|7(trying to copy the stage Englesemen he broughts their house down on, shouting: Bravure, surr Chorles! Culossallº, Loose Wallor!)^7| how he had been toed out of all the schicker families of the Klondykers from Pioupiouland, Swabspays, the land of Nod, Shruggers' Country, Pension Danubierhome and Barbaropolis, who had settled in the capital city after its ^|7hebdomodary^7| metropoliarchialisation, ^|7as sunblistered, moonplastered, gory, wheedling, joviale, litcherous and full,^7| ordered off the gorgeous premises in most cases on account of his smell which all the cookmaids ^|7eminently^7| objected to as resembling the ^|7bombinubble^7| smell that came out of the sink. Instead of chuthoring those model households plain wholesome pothooks (a thing he never possessed of his Nigerian own) what do you think Vulgariano did but study with stolen fruit how cutely to copy all their various styles of signature so as one day to utter a colossal forged cheque on the public for his own private profit until, as just related, the Dustbin's United Scullerymaids' and Househelps' Sorority turned him down and assisted nature by unitedly kicking the source of annoyance out of the place altogether in the heat of the moment, holding one another's gonk (for no-one, hound or scrublady, dared whiff the polecat at close range) and making some ^|7pointing pointopointing^7| remarks as they done so ^|7at the prefectsº of the Sniffey^7| aboon the lyow why a stunk.

^|7[Jymes wishes to hear from wearers of abandoned female costumes, gratefully received, wadmelº jumper, rather full pair of culottes ^|aand onthergarmenteries^a|, to start city life together. He has ^|alately^a| committed oneº of the commandments but she will assist. Superior built, domestic, regular layer. Also got the boot. He appreciates it. Copies. ABORTISEMENT.º]^7|

One cannot even begin to figure out how slow in reality the Drumcondriac, ^|7called nate^7| Hamish, really was. Who can say how many unsigned first copies of original masterworks, how many pseudostylic
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shamiana, how few or how many of the most venerated public impostures, how very many piously forged palimpsests, slipped in the first place by this morbid process from his pelagiarist pen?

Be that as it may, but for his gnose's glow as it slid within an inch of its page Nibs never would have quilled a seriph to sheepskin. By that rosy lampoon's effluvious burning and with help of the simulchronic flash in his pann he scribbled and scratched nameless shamelessness about everybody ever he met, even sharing a shower under the dogs' umbrella of a public wall, while all over and up and down the four margins of this rancid Shem stuff the evilsmeller (who was devoted to Sardanapalus) used to stipple endlessly inartistic portraits of himself ^|7in the act of reciting ^|aold Nichiabelli's monolook interyerear^a| Hannoº o Nonanno,º acce'l brubblemm'!^7| as^|7,º sir Author, q.e.d.,º^7| a heartbreakingly handsome young man with love lyrics for the goyls in his eyols, a plaintiff's ^|7tenor tanner^7| voarse, a jucal inkome of one hundred and thirtytwo dranchmas per yard derived from ^|7Broken Hill^7| stranded estate, ^|7Oxford Camebreech^7| mannings, cutting a great dash in a brandnew two-guinea dress suit and a burled ^|7shirt hogsford^7| hired for a Furskay evenin merry pawty, anna loavely long pair of inky Italian moostarshes glistering with boric vaseline and frangipani. ^|7Pah! Puh!^7| How unwhisperably so!

The house O'Shea or O'Shame, ^|7|aQuivapiano Quivapieno^a|,º^7| known as the Haunted Inkbottle, no number Brimstone Walk, Asia in Ireland, as it was infested with the raps, with his penname SHUT sepiascraped on the doorplate and a blind of black sailcloth over its wan phwinshogue, in which he groped through life at the expense of the taxpayers, dejected into day and night with jesuist bark and bitter bite, by full and forty ^|7quisisanos queasisanosº^7|, every day in everyone's way more exceeding in violent abuse of self and others, was the worst, it is hoped, even in our western playboyish world for pure mousefarm filth. Smatterafact, Angles oftanon browsing there thought not Edam reeked more rare. My wud! The warped flooring of the lair and soundconducting walls thereof were persianly literatured with burst loveletters, telltale stories, stickyback snaps, doubtful eggshells, ^|7bouchers, flints, borers, puffers, amygdaloid almonds, rindless raisins,º alphybettyformed verbage, vivlical viasses, ompiter dictas, visus umbique, ahems and ahahs, ineffibleº tries at speech unasyllabled,^7| you owe mes, ^|7eyeol eyoldhyms,^7| fluefoul smut, fallen lucifers, vestas which had served, showered ornaments, borrowed brogues, reversible jackets, blackeye lenses, family jars, falsehair shirts, Godforsaken scapulars,
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neverworn breeches, cutthroat ties, counterfeit franks, best intentions, curried notes, upset latten tintacks, unused mill and stumbling stones, twisted quills, painful digests, magnifying wineglasses, solid objects cast at goblins, once current puns, quashed quotatoes, messes of mottage, unquestionable issue papers, seedy ejaculations, limerick damns, crocodile tears, spilt ink, blasphematory spits, stale chestnuts, schoolgirls', young ladies', milkmaids', washerwomen's, shopkeepers' wives', merry widows', ex nuns', vice abbesses', pro virgins', super whores', silent sisters', Charleys' aunts', grandmothers', mothers-in-laws', fostermothers', godmothers' garters, tress clippings from right ^|7and left,º left and cintrum^7|, worms of snot, toothsome pickings, cans of Swiss condensed bilk, highbrow lotions, kisses from the antipodes, presents from pickpockets, borrowed plumes, relaxable handgrips, princess promises, lees of ^|7wine whine^7|, deoxodised carbons, broken wafers, unloosed shoe latchets, convertible collars, crooked strait waistcoats, fresh horrors from Hades, globules of mercury, undeleted glete, glass eyes for an eye, false teeth for a tooth,
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war moans, special sighs, longsufferings of longstanding, ahs ohs ouis sis jas jos gias neys thaws sos, yeses and yeses and yeses, to which, if one has the stomach to add the breakages, upheavals, distortions, inversions, of all this chambermade music, one stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish selfexiled in upon his ego, ^|7a nightlong a shaking betwixtween whiter white or reddr hawrors,^7| noondayterrorised to skin and bone by an ineluctable phantom ^|7(may the Shaper have ^|amisery ^|bmercery merseryº^b|a| on him!)^7|, writing the mystery of himself in furniture.

Of course our low hero was a selfvaleter by choice of need so up he got up whatever is meant by a kitchenette and fowlhouse for the sake of eggs which the jigsmith brooled and cocked and potched in an athanor with cinnamon and locusts and wild beeswax and liquorice and Carrageen moss and blaster of Barry's and Yellownan's embrocation and stardust and sinner's tears, chanting his cantraps ^|7of fermented words^7|, abracadabra calubra culorum (his oewfs à la Madame Gabrielle de l'Eglise, his oewfs à la Mistress B. de B. Meinfeldes, ^|7his oewfs Usquadmala à la pomme de ciel,^7| his oewfs à la Sulphate de
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Soude, his oewfs sowtay sowmonay à la Monseigneur, his soufflosion à la Mère Puard, his Frideggs à la Tricarême), in what was meant for a closet. His costive Satan's
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nature never needed such an alcove so, when Robber and Mumsell, the pulpic dictators, on the nudgment of their legal advisers, Messrs Codex and Podex, and under his own benefiction of their pastor Father Flammeus Falconer, boycotted him of all muttonsuet candles and romeruled stationery for any purpose, he winged away on a wildfool's chase across the kathartic ocean and made synthetic ink and sensitive paper for his own end out of his wits' waste. You ask, in Sam Hill, how? Let manner and matter of this for these our sporting times be cloaked up in the language of blushfed ^|7cardinals porpurates^7| that an Anglican ordinal, not reading his own rude ^|7tongue dunsky tunga^7|, may ever behold the brand of scarlet on the brow of her of Babylon and feel not the pink one in his own damned cheek.

Primum opifex, altus prosator, ad terram viviparam et cunctipotentem sine ullo pudore nec venia, suscepto pluviali atque discinctis perizomatis, natibus nudis uti nati fuissent, sese adpropinquans, flens et gemens, in manum suam evacuavit (highly prosy, crap in his hand, sorry!), postea, animale nigro exoneratus, classicum pulsans, stercus proprium, quod appellavit deiectiones suas, in vas olim honorabile tristitiae posuit, eodem sub invocatione fratrorum geminorum Medardi et Godardi lente ac melliflue minxit, psalmum qui incipit: Lingua mea calamus scribae velociter scribentis: magna voce cantitans (did a piss, says he was dejected, asks to be exonerated), demum ex stercore turpi cum divi Orionis iucunditate mixto, cocto, frigorique exposito, encaustum sibi fecit ^|7indelibilem indelibile^7| (faked O'Ryan's, the indelible ink).

With this double dye, gallic acid on iron ore, through the bowels of his misery, ^|7minutely flashly, faithly^7|, nastily, appropriately, ^|7this Esuanº Menschavik and^7| the first ^|7and till^7| last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only foolscap available, his own body, till by its corrosive sublimation one
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continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all ^|7manyvoiced many marryvoising^7| moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he said, reflecting from his own individual
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person life unlivable, transaccidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a dividual chaos, perilous, potent, common to all flesh, human only, mortal) but with each word that would not pass away the squidself which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world waned chagreenold and doriangrayer in its dudhud. So perhaps after all on his last public misappearance, on the deathfeDte of Saint Ignaceous Poisonivy ^|7of the Fickle Crowd^7| (hopon the sexth day of Hogsober, killim our king, layum low!), circling the square and brandishing his bellbearing stylo, the shining keyman of the wilds of change, the blond cop who thought it was ink was out of his depth but bright in the main. Petty constable ^|7Sigurdsen Sistersen ^|aof the Kruis-Kroon-Kraal^a|7| it was, who had been detailed to save him from the effects of ^|7lynch law foul clay^7| and mobmauling on looks, that wrongcountered the tenderfoot ^|7|aan eveling^a| near Knockmaree, Comty Mea,^7| on his way from a protoprostitute ^|7(he would always have little pigeoness somewhure with an arch girl)^7| just as he was butting in ^|7round rand^7| the corner of bad times under a hideful through his boardelhouse fongster, greeting as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring? Search me, the incapable reparteed and, raising his hair ^|7afterº the grace^7|, in he skittled. The allwhite poors guardiant was literally ^|7astounded astundished^7| over the ^|7painful^7| sake and staggered thereto in his ^|7imaginations countryports^7| at the capacity of his wineskin and even more so during, upon looking his bigmost astonishments, it was said him fun the concerned human outgift of ^|7dirt med drink the dead med dirt,º^7| how ^|7that ^|athat, arrah by all the goaks in Cunomeyera, that ^a|7| he was namely coon at bringher at home two gallonts^|7, as per royal,º^7| full poultry till his murder.
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Polthergeistkotzdondherhoploits! What mother? Whose porter? ^|7Which pair?^7| Why namely coon? But enough of such porterblack lowness, too base for printink! We cannot^|7, inº mercy or justice,º^7| stay here for the residence of our lives discussing Mr Ham of Tenman's thirst.

^|7JUSTUS (to himother): Brawn is my name and broad is my nature and I've breit on my brow and all's right with every feature and I'll ^|awing brune^a| this bird or Brown Bess's bung's gone bandy.^7| Stand forth, ^|7|aPersonne Naymanº^a| of Noland,º^7| come boldly in your true colours (for no longer will I follow you ^|7obliquelike^7| through the inspired form of the third person singular ^|7and the moods and hesitensies of the deponent^7| but address myself to you ^|7pro vocativeº and out^7| direct), stand forth, jolly me, move me to laughter ere you be put back for ever till I give you your talkingto! Shem Macadamson, you know me and I know you and all your shemeries! Where have you been this hell of a time, my tooraladdy? How have you been enjoying yourself
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all the morning since your last wetbed confession? I thought so! Let me see. It is looking pretty black against you, ^|7we suggest,^7| Sheem avick. You were bred, fed, fostered and fattened from holy childhood up in this two-easter island on the piejaw of hilarious heaven and roaring the other place and now, forsooth, a nogger among the blankards of this dastard century, you have become of twosome twiminds forenenst gods hidden and discovered, nay, condemned fool, anarch, egoarch, heresiarch, you have reared your disunited kingdom on the vacuum of your own most intensely doubtful soul. Do you hold yourself then for some god in the manger, Shehohem, that you will neither serve nor let serve, pray nor let pray? While yet an adolescent (what do I say?), while still puerile in your tubsuit with buttonlegs, you got a handsome present of a selfraising syringe and twin feeders (you know, my friend, to your cost as well as I do, and don't try to hide it, the penal ^|7laws lots^7| I am now poking at) and the wheeze sort of was you should (if you were as bould a stroke now as the curate that christened you, sonny douth-the-candle!) repopulate the land of your birth and count up your progeny by the ^|7hundred hungered^7| head and the ^|7hundred angered^7| thousand but you thwarted
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the wious pish of your cogodparents, soph, on countless occasions of failing and have added the morosity of your delectations — a philtred love, trysting by tantrums, small peace in ppenmark — ^|7to Lubbock's to your lubbock's^7| other pleasures of life, even extruding your strabismal apologia, when legibly depressed, upon defenceless paper and thereby adding to the already unhappiness of this our popeyed world, scribblative! — all that too with cantreds of countless catchaleens, the many as many as the chosen, congested around and about you for acres and roods and poles or perches, ^|7struggling to possess themselves of your boosh, one son of Sorge for all daughters of Anguish,^7| mutely braying for what would not have cost you ten ^|7cents bolivars^7| of collarwork or the price of one ^|7ping^7| pang, just a lilt, let us ^|7sing trillt^7|, of the oldest song in the ^|7wide wide world wooed woodworldº^7| (two-we! to-one!), accompanied by a plain gold band!

Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, resurrecter of lazars, seeker of the nest of evil in the bosom of a good word, you, who sleep at our vigil and fast for our feast, you with your dislocated reason have cutely foretold, a jophet in your own absence, by blind poring upon your many scalds and burns and blisters, impetiginous sores and pustules, by the auspice of that raven cloud, your shade, and by the augury of rooks in parlament, death with every disaster, the dynamitisation of colleagues, the reducing of records to ashes, the levelling of all customs by blazes, the return of a lot
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of sweettempered gunpowdered ^|7dust unto dust didst unto dudst^7|, but it never stphruck your mudhead's
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obtundity that the more carrots you chop, the more turnips you slit, the more murphies you peel, the more onions you weep over, the more bullbeef you butch, the more mutton you crackerhack, the more potherbs you pound, the fiercer the fire and the longer your spoon and the harder you gruel with more grease to your elbow the merrier smokes your new Irish stew.

Another thing recurs to me. You, let me tell you, were very ordinarily designed, your birthwrong was, to do a certain office (what, I will not tell you) in a certain holy office (nor will I say where) during certain agonising office hours from such a year to such an hour on such and such a date at so and so much a week pro anno and do your little thruppenny bit right here ^|7in our place of burden^7| where you drew the first gasp in your lifesentence, same as we, long of us, where you set fire to my tailcoat and I'll held the paraffin ^|7lamp smoker^7| under yours (I hope that at least is clear) but, slackly shirking both your bullet and your billet, you beat it backwards like the baker from Galway (but he combed the grass against his stride) to sing us a song of alibi, nomad, mooner by lamplight, antinos, shemming amid everyone's repressed laughter to conceal your coprophily by mating, like a thoroughpaste prosodite, masculine monosyllables of the same numerical mus, an Irish emigrant the wrong way out, sitting on your crooked
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sixpenny stile, an unfrillfrocked quackfriar, you (will you for the ^|7love of Shakespeare love of Shakespoor^7| just help me with the epithet?) semisemitic serendipitist, you (thanks, I think that describes you) Europasianised Afferyank!

^|7Shall we follow each other a step longer steplonger ^|a|bwhiles^b| our liege is taking his refreshment^a|?^7|

There grew up beside you, ^|7in Novena Lodge, Novara Avenue,^7| oaf, outofwork, one remove from an unwashed savage, on his keeping and in yours, that
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other, ^|7Immaculatus,^7| that pure one, he who was well known to celestine circles before he sped aloft, a chum of the angels, a youth they so ^|7particularly tickerly^7| wanted as gamefellow that they asked his mother for little ^|7clay brother earpº brupper^7| to let him tome to Tindertarten, pease, and bing his scooter 'long and 'tend they were all real brothers in the big justright home where Dod lives, that mothersmothered model, that goodlooker with not a flaw whose spiritual toilettes were the talk of half the town, and him you laid low with one hand one fine May ^|7morning of your Might^7|, your bosom foe ^|7(not one did you slay, no, but a continent!)^7|, to find out how his innards worked! ^|7Ever read of that ^|afather greatgrand landfather^a| of our visionbuilders,º ^|aBaaboo, the bourgeoismeister,^a| who ^|apresumed thought^a| to touch both himmels at the punt of his ^|arisen^a| stiffstaff and how wishywashy ^|asunk sank^a|
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the waters his thought?^7| Ever hear of that ^|7monkey foxy, that lupo and that monkax^7| and the virgin heir of the Morrisons, eh, blethering ape?

Malingerer in luxury, what ^|7have you has Your Lowness^7| done ^|7in the mealtime^7| with all the hamilkcars of cooked vegetables, the hatfuls of stewed fruit, the suitcases of coddled ales, the Parish funds, me schamer, man, that you kittycoaxed so flexibly out of charitable butteries by yowling heavy with a hollow voice drop of your horrible awful poverty of mind and as how you was bad no end, so you was, so whelp you ^|7Sinner Pitre and Sinner Poule^7|, with the chicken's gape and pas mal de siècle which, by the by, ^|7Reynaldo,^7| is the ordinary emetic French for grenadier's drip. To let you have your plank and your bonewash (O, the hastroubles you lost!), to give you your pound of platinum and a thousand thongs a year (O, you were excruciated, in honour bound to the cross of your own fiction!), to let you have your Sarday spree and holinight sleep and leave to lie till Paraskivee ^|7and the cockcock crows for Danmarkº^7| (O, Jonathan, your estomach!). Weep cataracts for all me, Pain the Shamman! Oft in the smelly night will they wallow for a clutch of the famished hand, I say,
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them bearded jezebelles you hired to rob you, while on your sodden straw impolitely you encored (Airish and nawboggaleesh!) those hornmade ivory dreams you reved of the flushpots of Euston and the hanging garments of Marylebone. But the dormer moonshee smiled selene and the lightthrowers knickered: who's whinging we? Where are the little apples we lock up in the little saltbox? Where is that little alimony nestegg against our predictable rainy day? Is it not the fact (gainsay me, cakeeater!) that
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you squandered among underlings the overload of your extravagance and made a hottentot of dulpeners crawsick with your crumbs? Am I not right? ^|7Yes? Yes? Yes?^7| Don't tell me^|7, Leon of the fold, that^7| you are not a loanshark! Look up, old ^|7son jap^7|, be advised by me and take your medicine! Just a little ^|7judas^7| tonic, my ^|7gem ghem^7| of all jokes, to make you go green in the ^|7face gazer^7|. ^|7Do you hear what I'm seeing^|a, hammet^a|?^7| And remember that golden silence gives consent, Mr Anklegazer! ^|7Cease to be civil, learn to say nay!^7| Whisht! Come here till I tell you a wig in your ear. Look! Do you see your dial in the rockingglass, Herr Studiosus? Look well! Bend down a stigmy till I! It's secret! ^|7I ^|aheard had^a| it from Lamppost Shawe. And he had it from the Mullah.^7| In your ear. Sh! Shem, you are. Sh! You are mad!

^|7He points the deathbone and the quick are still.^7|

^|7MUSTEUS (of hisself): My fault, his fault, a kingship through a fault!^7| Pariah, cannibal Cain, ^|7you I^7| who oathily forswore the womb that bore you and the paps ^|7you I^7| sometime sucked, you who ever since have been one black mass of jigs and jimjams, haunted by a convulsionary sense
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of not having been or being all that ^|7you I^7| might have been or ^|7you^7| meant to becoming,
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bewailing like a man that innocence which ^|7you I^7| could not defend like a woman, lo, it is to you then, and thank Movies from the innermost depths of ^|7your my^7| still attrite heart for it is to you, firstborn and firstfruit of woe, to ^|7you me^7|, branded sheep, to you, pick of the wastepaperbasket, to you alone, windblasted tree of the knowledge of beautiful and evil, ay, to ^|7you me^7|, unseen blusher in an obscene coalhole, that ^|7your our^7| turfbrown mummy is acoming, running with her tidings, all the news of the great big world, ^|7sonnies had a scrap, O! O! O! ohohoh woewoewoe!º bab's baby walks at seven monthsº, waywayway!º bride leaves her raid at Punchestime, stud ^|astonedead stoned^a| in before a racecourseful,º ^|atwo belles that make the one appeal, dry yanks will visit old sod,^a| and ^|atwotiered fourtiered^a| skirts are up madame, and ^|ahow twelve hows^a| to mix a tipsy wake,º did ye hear^|a, colt Cooney^a|? did ye ever^|a, filly Fortescue^a|?º^7| with a beck, with a spring, all her rillringlets shaking, ^|7rocks drops in her tachie, tramtickets in her hair, all waived to a point and then all inuendation,^7| little oldfashioned mummy, little wonderful mummy, ducking under bridges, bellhopping the weirs, dodging by a bit of bog, rapidshooting round the bends, by Tallaght's green hills and the pool of the phooka and a place they call it Blessington and
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slipping sly by Sallynoggin, as happy as the day is wet, babbling, bubbling, chattering to herself, deloothering the fields on their elbows leaning with the sloothering slide of her, giddygaddy grannyma, gossipaceous Anna Livia!

^|7He lifts the lifewand and the dumb speak.^7|