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tell me all about
Anna Livia! I want to hear

all about Anna Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes, of course, we all know Anna Livia. Tell me all. Tell me now. You'll die when you hear. Well, you know, when the old cheb went futt and did what you know. Yes, I know, go on. Wash away and quitº dabbling. Tuck up your sleeves and loosen your talktapes. And don't butt me — hike! — when you bend. Or whatever it was they threed to make out he thried to two in the Fiendish Parkº. He's an awful old reppe. Look at the shirt of him! Look at the dirt of it! He has all my water black on me. And it steeping and stuping since this time last wikº. How many goes is it I wonder I washed it? I know by heart the places he likes to saale, duddurty devil! Scorching my hand and starving my famine to make his private linen public. Wallop it well with your battle and clean it. My wrists are wrusty rubbing the mouldaw stains. And the dneepers of wet and the gangres of sin in it! What was it he did a tail at all on Animal Sendai? And how long was he under loch and neagh?º It was put in the newses what he did, nicies and priers, the King fierceas Humphrey, with illysus distilling, exploits and all. But toms will till. I know he well. Temp untamed will hist for no man. As you spring so shall you neap. O, the roughty old rappe! Minxing marrage and making loof. Reeve Gootch was right and Reeve Drughad was sinistrous.º And the cut of him! And the strut of him! How he used to hold his head as high as a howeth, the famous eld duke alien, with a hump of grandeur on him like a walking wiesel rat!º And his derry's own drawl and his corksown blather and his doubling stutter and his gullaway swank. Ask Lictor Hackett or Lector Reade orº Garda Growley or the Boy with the Billyclub. How elster is he a called at all?º Qu'appelle? Huges Caput Earlyfouler.º Or where was he born or how was he found? Urgothland, Tvistown on the Kattekat? New Hunshire, Concordº on the Merrimake? Who blocksmitt her
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saft anvil or yelled lep to her pail? Was her banns never loosened in Adam and Eve's or were him and her but captain spliced?º For mine etherduckº I thee drake. And by my wildgaze I thee gander. Flowey and Mount on the brink of time makes wishes and fears for a happy isthmass. She can show all her lines, with love, licenceº to play. And if they don't remarry that hook and eye may!º O, passmore that and oxus another!º Don Dom Dombdomb and his wee follyo! Was his help inshored in the Stork and Pelican against bungelars, flu and third risk parties? I heard he dug good tin with his doll, delvan first and duvlin after, when he raped her home, Sabrine asthore, in a perokeet'sº cage, by dredgerous lands and devious delts, playing catched and mythed with the gleam of her shadda (if a flic had been there to pop up and pepper him!),º past auld min's manse and Maisons Allfou and the rest of incurables and the last of immurables, the quaggy waag for stumbling. Who sold you that jackalantern's tale? Pemmican's pasty pie! Not a grasshoop to ring her, not an antsgrain of ore. In a gabbard he barqued it, the boat of life, from the harbourless Ivernikan Okean, till he spied the loom of his landfall and he loosed two croakers from under his tilt, the gran Phenician rover. By the smell of her kelp they made the pigeonhouse. Like fun they did! But where was Himself, the timoneer? That marchantman he suivied their scutties right over the wash, his cameleer's burnous breezing up on him, till with his runagate bowmpriss he roade and borst her bar. Pilcomayo! Suchcaughtawan! And the whale's away with the grayling! Tune your pipes and fall ahumming, you born ijypt, and you're nothing short of one! Well, ptellomyº soon and curb your escumo. When they saw him shoot swift up her sheba sheath, like any gay lord salomon, her bulls they were ruhring, surfed with spree. Boyarka buah! Boyana bueh! He erned his lille Bunbath hard, our staly bredeº, the trader. He did. Look at here. In this wet of his prow. Didn'tº you know he was kaldt a bairn of the brine, Wasserbourne the waterbaby? Havemmarea, so he was!º H.C.E.º has a codfisck ee. Shur,º she's nearly as badher as him herself. Who? Anna Livia? Ay, Anna Livia!º Do you know she was calling bakvandets sals from all around, nyumba noo, chamba choo, to go in till him, her erring cheef, and tickle the pontiff aisy-oisy? She was? Gota pot! Yssel that the limmat?º As El Negro winced when he wonced in La Plate. O, tell me all I want to hear, how loft she was lift a laddery dextro!º A coneywink after the bunting fell. Letting on she didn't care, sina feza, me absantee, him man in passession, the proxenete! Proxenete and phwhat is phthat? Emme for your reussischer'sº Honddu jarkon! Tell us in franca langua. And call a spate a spate. Did they never sharee you ebro at skol, you antiabecedarian? It's just the same as if I was to go par examplum now in conservancy's cause out of telekinesis and proxenete you. For Coxytº sake and is
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that what she is? Botlettle I thought she'd act that loa. Didn't you spot her in her windaug, wubbling up on an osiery chair, with a meusic before her all cunniform letters, pretending to ribble a reedy derg on a fiddle she bogans without a band on? Sure she can't fiddan a dee, with bow or abandon! Srueº, she can't! Tista suck. Well, I never now heard the like of that! Tell me moher. Tell me moatst.

Well,º old Humber was as glommen as grampus, with the tares at his thor and the buboes for ages and neither bowman nor shot abroadº and bales allbrant on the crests of rockies and nera lamp in kitchen or church and giant's holes in Grafton's causeway and deathcap mushrooms round Funglus'º grave and the great tribune's barrow all darnels ocummuleº, sittang sambre on his sett, drammen and drommen, usking queasy quizzers of his ruful continence,º his childlinen scarf to encourage his obsequies,º where he'd check their debths in that mormon's thames, be questing and handselº, hop, step and a deepend, with his berths in their toiling moil, his swallower open from swolf to fore and the snipes of the gutter pecking his crocs, hungerstriking all aloneº and holding doomsdag over hunselv, dreeing his weird with his dander upº and his fringe combed over his eygs and droming on loft till the sight of the sternes afterº zwarthy kowse and weedy broeks and the tits of buddy and the loits of pest and to peer was Parish worth thette mess. You'd think all was dodo belonging to him, howº he durmed adranse in durance vaal. He had been belching for severn years. And there she was, Anna Livia, sheº darent catch a winkle of sleep, purling around like a chit of a child, Wendawanda,º a fingerthick, in a Lapsummer skirt and damazon cheeks forº to ishim bonzour to her dear dubberº Dan, withº neuphraties and sault from his maggias. And an odd time she'd cook him up blooms of fisk and lay to his heartsfoot her meddery eygs, yayis, and staynish beacons on toasc and a cupenhave so weeshwaashyº of greenland'sº tay or a dzoupgan of mokau kaffueº auº sable or Sinkiangº sukry or his ale of ferns in trueartpewterº andº a shinkobread (hamjambo, bana?) for to plaise that man hog stay his stomicker till her pyrraknees shrunk to nutmeg gratersº while her togglejoints shuck with goyt, andº as rash as she'd russ with her peakload of vivers up on her sieve (metauwero rage it swales and rieses!º) my hardey Hek he'd kast them frome him with a stour of scornº as much as to say you sow and you sozh, and if he didn't peg the platteau on her tawe, believe you me, she was safe enough. And then she'd esk to vistule a hymn, The Heart Bowed Down or The Rakes of Mallowº or Chelli Michele's La Calumnia è un Vermicelli or a balfy bit orº Oldº Jo Robidson. Sucho fuffing a fifeing 'twould cut you in two! She'd bate the hen that crowed on the turrace of Babbel. What harm if she knew how to cockle her mouth!º And not a mag out of Hum no more than out of the
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mangle weight. Is that a faith? That's the fact. Then riding the ricka and roya romanche, Annona, gebroren aroostokrat Nivia, dochtherº of Sense and Art, with Sparks' pirryphlickathims funkling her fan annerº frostivying tresses dasht with virevlies —º while the prom beauties sreeked nith their bearers' skins! —º in a period gown of changeable jade that would robe the wood of two cardinals' chairs and crush poor Cullen and smother MacCabe. O blazerskate! Theirs porpor patches! And brahming to him down the feedchute, with her femtyfyx kinds of fondling endings, the poother rambling off her nose: Vuggybarney, Wickerymandy! Hello, ducky, please don't die! Do you know what she started cheeping after, with a choicey voicey like waterglucks or Madame Delba to Romeoreszk? You'll never guess. Tell me. Tell me. Phoebe, dearest, tell, O tell meº and I loved you better nor you knew. And letting on hoon var daft about the oldº warbly sangs from over holmen, High hellskirt saw ladies hensmoker lilyhung pigger,º and soay and soan and so firth and so forth in a tone sonora,º and Oom Bothar below like Bheri-Bheriº in his sandy cloak, so umvolosy, as deaf as a yawn, the stult! Go away! Poor deef old deeryº! Yare only teesingº! Anna Liv? As Chalkº is my judge! And didn't she up in sorgueº and go and trot doon and stand in her douro, puffing her old dudheen,º and every shirvant siligirilº or wensum farmerette walking the pilend roads, Sowyº, Fundally, Daery or Maery, Milucre, Awny or Graw, usedn't she make her a simp or a signº to slip inside by the sullyport? You don't say,º the sillypost? Bedouix but I do! Calling them inº one by one (To Blockbeddum here! Here the Shoebenacaddie!) and legging a jig or so on the sihl to show them how to shake their benders and the dainty how to bring to mind the gladdest garments out of sight and all the way of a maid with a man and making a sort of a cackling noise like two and a penny or half a crown and holding up a silliver shiner. Lordy, lordy, did she so? Well, of all the ones ever I heard! Throwing all the neiss little whores in the world at him! To inny captured wench you wish of no matter what sex of pleissful ways two adda tammar a lizzy a lossie to hug and hab haven in Humpy's apron!

And what was the wyeryeº rima she made?º Odet! Odet! Tell me the trent of it while I'm lathering hail out of Denis Florence MacCarthy's combies.º Rise it, flut ye, pian piena! I'm dying down off my iodine feet until I lerryn Anna Livia's cushingloo, that was writ by one and rede by two and trouved by a poule in the parco! I can see that.º I see you are. How does it tummel? Listen now. Are you listening? Yes, yes! Indeedº I am! Tarn your ore ouse! Essonne inne!º

By earth and the cloudy but I badly want a brandnew bankside,º bedamp and I do,º and a plumper at that!
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For the putty affair I have is wore out,º so it is, sitting,º yaping and waiting for my old Dane hodder dodderer,º my life in death companion, my frugal key of our larder, my much alteredº camel's hump, my jointspoiler, my maymoon's honey, my fool to the last Decemberer, to wake himself out of his winter's doze and bore me down like he used to.

Is there irwell a lord of the manor or a knight of the shire at strike,º I wonder, that'd dip me a dace or two in cash for washing and darning his worshipful socks for him now we're run out of horsebrose and milk?

Only for my short Brittas bed Iº made's as snug as it smells it's out I'd lep and off with me to the slobs della Tolka or the plage au Clontarf to feale the gay aire of my salt troublin bay and the race of the saywint up me ambushure.º

Onon! Onon!º Telº me more. Andelleº me every tiny teign. I want to know every single ingul. Down to what made the potters fly into jagsthole. And why were the vesles vet. That homa fever's winning me wome. If a mahun of the horse but hard me! We'd be bundukiboi meet askarigal. Well, now comes the hazelhatchery part. After Clondalkin the Kings's Inns. We'll soon be there with the freshet. How many aleveens had she in tollº? I can't rightly rede you that. Close only knows. Some say she had three figures to fill and confined herself to a hundred eleven, wan by wan by wanº, making meanacuminamoyas. Olaph lamm et, all that pack? We won't have room in the kirkeyaard. She can't remember half of the cradlenames she smacked on them by the grace of her boxing bishop's infallible slipper, the cane for Kund and abbles for Eyolfº and ayther nayther for Yakov Yea. A hundred and how? They did well to rechristien her Pluhurabelle. O loreley! What a loddon lodes! Heigho!º But it's quite on the cards she'll shed more and merrier, twills and trillsº, sparefours and spoilfivesº, nordsihks andº sudsevers and ayes and neins to a litter. Grandfarthing napº and Messamisery and the knave of all knaves and the jokerº. Heehaw! She must have been a gadaboutº in her day, so she must, more than most. Shoal she was, gidgad!º She had a flewmen of her owen. Then a toss nare scared that lass, so aimai moe, that's agapoº! Tell me, tell me, how cam she camlin through all her fellows, the neckar she was, the diveline? Casting her perils before our swains, fromº Fonte-in-Monte to Tidingtown and from Tidingtown tilhavet. Linking one and knocking the next, tapting a flank and tipting a jutty and palling in and pietaring out and clyding by on her eastway. Waiwhou was the first thurever burst? Someone he was, whuebra they were, in a tactic attack or in single combat. Tinker, tilar, souldrer, salor, Pieman Peace or Polistamanº. That's the thing I'm elwys on edge to esk.º Push varº and push vardar andº come to uphill headquatersº! Was it waterlows year, after Grattan or Flood, or when maids were in Arc or when three stood hosting? Fidaris will find
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where the Doubt arises like Niemenº from Nirgends found the Nihil. Worry you sighin foh, Albern, O Anser? Untie the gemman's fistiknots, Qvic and Nuancee!º She can't put her hand on him for the moment. Tez thelon langlo, walking weary!º Such a loon werrabackwoodsº to row! She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she played or how, when, why,º where and who offon he jumpnad her and how it was gave her away. She was just a young thin pale soft shy slim slip of a thing then, sauntering by silvamoonlake,º and he was a heavy trudging lurching lieabroad of a Curraghman, making his hay for whose sun to shine on, as tough as the oaktrees (peats be with them!) used to rustle that time down by the dykes of killing Kildare,º for forstfellfoss with a plash across her. She thought she'dº sankh neathe the ground with nymphant shame when he gave her the tigris eye! O happy fault! Me wish it was he! You're wrong there, corribly wrong! 'Tisn'tº only tonight you're anacheronistic! It was ages behind that when nullahs were nowhere, in county Wickenlow, garden of Erin, before she ever dreamt she'd lave Kilbride and go foaming under Horsepass bridge, withº the great southerwestern windstorming her traces and the midland'sº grainwaster asarch for her track, to wend her ways byandby, robecca or worse, to spin and to grind, to swab and to thrash, for all her golden lifey in the barleyfields and pennylotts of Humphrey's fordofhurdlestownº and lie with a landleaper, wellingtonorseher. Alesse,º the lagosº of girly days! For the dove of the dunas! Wasut? Izod? Are you sarthe anº suirº? Not where the Finn fits into the Mourne, not where the Nore takes lieve of Bloemº, not where the Braye divarts the Farer, not where the Moy changez her minds twixt Cullin and Conn and tweenº Cunn and Collin? Or ^|shwhere Neptune sculled and Tritonville rowed and leandros three bumped heroines two^sh|? Neya, narev, nen, nonni, nos! Then whereabouts in Ow and Ovoca? Was it ystwithº wyst or Lucan Yokan or where the hand of man has never set foot? Dell meº where, the fairy ferse time! I will if you listen. You know the dinkel dale of Luggelaw? Well, there once dwelt a local heremite, Michael Arklow was his riverend name (with many a sigh I aspersed his lavabibs!),º and one venersderg in junojuly,º osoº sweet and so cool and so limber she looked, Nance the Nixie, Nanon L'Escaut, in the silence, of the sycomores, all listening, the kindling curves you simply can't stop feeling, he plunged both of his newly anointed hands toº the core of his cushlas inº her singimari saffron strumansº of hair, parting them and soothing her and mingling it, that was deepdarkº and ample like this red bog at sundown. By that Vale Vowclose's lucydlac, the reignbeau's heavenarches arronged orranged her. Afrothdizzying galbs, her enamelled eyes indergoading him on to the vierge violetian.
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Wish a wish! Why a why? Mavro! Letty Lerck's lafing light throw those laurals now on her daphdaph teasesong petrock. Maass! But the majik wavus has elfun anon meshes. And Simba the Slayer of his Oga is slewd. He cuddle not help himself, thurso that hot on him, he had to forget the monk in the man, soº, rubbing her up and smoothing her down, he baised his lippes in smiling mood, kiss akiss after kisokushk (asº he warned her niver to, niver to, nevar), onº Anna-na-Poghue'sº freckled forehead. While you'd parse secheressa she hielt her souffº. But she ruz two feet hire in her aisne aestumation. And steppes on stilts ever since. That was kissuahealing with bantur for balm! O, wasn't he the boldº priest? And wasn't she the naughty Livvy? Nautic Naama's now her navn. Twoº lads in scoutsch breeches went through her before that, Barefoot Byrneº and Wallowme Wade, Lugnaquillia's noblesse pickts, before she had a hint of a hair at her fanny to hide or a bossom to tempt a birch canoedler,º not to mention a bulgic porterhorseº barge. And ere that again, leada, laida, all unraidy, too faint to buoy the fairiest rider, too frail to flirt with a cygnet's plume, she was licked by a hound, Chirripa-Churrutaº, while poing her pee, pure and simple, on the spur of the hill in old Kippure,º in birdsong and shearingtime,º butº first of all, worst of all, the wiggly livvly, she sideslipped out by a gap in the Devil's Glenº while Sally her nurse was sound asleep in a sloot and, feefee fiefie,º fell over a spillway before she found her stride and lay and wriggled in all the stagnant black pools of rainy under a fallow coo andº she laughed innocefree with her limbs aloftº and a whole drove of maiden hawthorns blushing and looking askance upon her.

Drop me the sound of the findhorn's name.º Mtu or mtiº, sombogger was wisness. Andº drip me why in the flenders was she frickled. Andº trickle me through was she marcellewaved or was it weirdly a wig she wore. And whitside did they droop their glows in their florry, aback to wist or affront to sea? In fear to hear the dear so near or longing loth and loathing longing? Are you in the swim or are you out? O go in, go on, go an! I mean about what you know. I know right well what you mean. Rother! You'd like the coifs and guimpes, snouty, and me to do the greasy jub on old Veronica's wipers. What am I rancing now and I'll thank you? Is it a pinny or is it a surplice? Arran, where's your nose? And where's the starch? That's not the vesdre benediction smell. I can tell from here by their eau de Colo and the scent of her oder they're Mrs Magrath's. And you ought to have aird them. They've moist come off her. Creases in silk they are, not crampton lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she has sinned! Through her catchment ring she freed them easy, with her hips' hurrahs for her knees' dontelleriesº. The only parr with frills in old the plain. So they are, I declare! Welland well! If
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tomorrow keeps fine who'll come tripping to sightsee? How'll?º Axeº me next what I haven't got! The Belvedarean exhibitioners. In their cruisery caps and oarsclub colours. What hoo, they band! And what hoa, they buck! And there'sº her nubilee letters too. Ellis on quay in scarlet thread. Linked for the world on a flushcaloured field. Annan exe after to show they're not Laura Keown's. Ormondº the diabolo twisk your seifety pin! You child of Mammon, Kinsella's Lilith! Now,º who has been tearing the leg of her drawars on her? Which leg is it? The one with the bells on it. Rinse them out and aston along with you!º Where did I stop? Never stop!º Continuarration!º You're not there yet. I amstel waiting. Garonne, garonne!

Well, after it was put in the Mericy Cordial Mendicants' Sitterdag-Zindeh-Munaday Wakeschrift (for once they sullied their white kid glovesº, chewing cuds of theirº dinner of cheekinº and beggin, with their show us it hereº and their mind out of thatº and their when you're quite finished with the reading matarial)º evenº the snee that snowdon his hoaring hair had a skunner against him. Thaw, thaw, sava, savuto! Score Her Chuff Exsquire! Everywhere erriff you went and every bung you arver dropped intoº in cit or suburb or in addled areas, the Rose and Bottle or Phoenix Tavern or Power's Inn or Jude's Hotel,º or wherever you scoured the countryside from Nannywater to Vartryville or from Porta Lateen to the lootin quarter you found his ikom etsched tipside down or the cornerboys cammocking hisº guy and Morris the Man, with the role of a royss in his turgos the turrible (Evropeahahn cheic house, unskimmed sooit and yahoort, hamman now cheekmee, Ahdahm this way make, Fatima, half turn!),º reelingº and railing aroundº the local as the peihos piped andº ubanjees twanged, with oddfellow's triple tiara busby rotundarinking round his scalp. Like Pate-by-the-Neva or Pete-over-Meer. This is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that never was owned,º that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg. And the mauldrin rabble around him in areopage,º fracassing a great bingkangº cagnan with their timpan crowdersº. Mind your Grimmfather! Think of your Ma! Hing the Hong is his jove's hangnomen! Lilt a bolero, bulling a law! She swore on croststyx nyne wyndabouts she'dº be level with all the snags of them yet. Par the Vulnerable Virgin'sº Mary del Dame! So she said to herself she'd frame a plan to fake a shine, the mischiefmaker, the like of it you niever heard. Whatº plan? Tell me quick and dongu so crould! What the meurther did she mague? Well, she bergened a zakº, a shammy mailsack, with the lend of a loan of the light of his lampion,º off one of her swapsons, Shaun the Post, and then she went and consulted her chapboucqs, old Mot Moore, Casey's Euclid and the Fashion Display,º and made herself tidal to join in the mascarete. O gig goggleº of
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gigguels,º I can't tell you how! It's too screaming to rizo, rabbit it all! Minneha, minnehi, minnehe,º minneho! O,º but you must, you must really! Make my hear it gurgle gurgle, like the farest gargle gargle,º in the dusky dirgle dargle!º By the twitteringº well of Mulhuddart I swear I'd pledge my chanza getting to heaven through Tirry and Killy's mount of impiety to hear it all, aviary word!º O, leave me my faculties, woman, a while!º If you don't like my story get out of the punt. Well, have it your own wayº so. Here, sit down and do as you're bid. Take my stroke and bend to your bow. Forward in and pull your overthepoise! Lisp it slaney and crisp it quiet. Deel me longsome. Tongue your time now. Breathe thet deep. Thouat's the fairway. Hurry slow and scheldt you go. Lynd us your blessed ashes here till I scrub the canon's underpants. Flow now. Ower more. And pooleypooley.

First she let her hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its teviots winding coils. Then, mothernaked, she sampood herself with galawater and fraguant pistania mud, wupper and lauar, from crown to sole. Next she greesedº the groove of her keel, warthes and wears and mole and itcher, with antifouling butterscatch and turfentide and serpenthyme,º and with leafmould she ushered round prunella isles and eslats dun, quincecunct,º alloverº her little mary. Peeld gold of waxwork her jellybelly and her grains of incense anguille bronze. And after that she wove a garland for her hair. She pleated it. She plaited it. Of meadowgrass and riverflags, the bulrush and waterweed, and of fallen griefs of weeping willow. Then she made her bracelets and her anklets and her armlets and aº jetty amulet for necklace of clicking cobbles and pattering pebbles and rumbledown rubble, richmond and rehr, of Irish rhunerhinestonesº and shellmarble bangles. That done, a dawk of smut to her airy eyeº, Annushka Lutetiavitch Pufflovah, and the lellipos cream to her lippeleens and the pick of the paintbox for her pommettes, from strawbirry reds to extrayº violates, and she sendred her boudeloire maids to His Affluence, Ciliegia Grande and Kirschie Real, the two chirrinesº, with respecks from his missus, seepy and sewery, and a request might she passe of him for a minnikin. A call to payº and light a taper, in Brie-on-Arrosa, back in a sprizzling. The cock striking mine, the stalls bridely sign, there's Zambosy waiting for Me!º She orgedº she wouldn't be half her length away. Then, then, as soon as the lump his back was turned,º with her mealiebag slang over her shulder, Anna Livia, oysterface, forth of her bassein came.

Describe her! Hustle along, why can't you? Spitz on the iern while it's hot. I wouldn't miss her for irthing on nerthe. Not for the lucre of lomba strait!º Oceans of Gaud, I mosel hear that! Ogowe presta! Leste, before Julia sees her! Ishekarry and washemeskad, the carishy caratimaney? Whole
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ladyfairº? Duodecimoroon? Bonaventuraº? Malagassy? What had she on,º the liddel oud oddity? How much did she scallop, harness and weights? Here she is, Amnisty Ann!º Call her calamityº electrifies man.

No electress at all but old Moppa Necessity, angin mother of injons. I'll tell you a test. But you must sit still. Will you hold your peace and listen well to what I am going to say now? It might have been ten or twenty to one of the night of Allclose or the nexth of April when the flip of her hoogly igloo flappered and out toetippit a bushmamº woman, the dearest little moma ever you saw, nodding around her, all smiles, with ems of embarras and aues to awe, between two ages, a judy queenº not up to your elb. Quick, look at her cute and saise her quirk for the bicker she lives the slicker she grows. Save us and tagus! No more?º Werra,º where in ourthe did you ever pick a Lambay chop as big as a battering ram? Ay, you're right. I'm epte to forgetting, likeº Liviam Liddle did Loveme Long. The linth of my hough, I say! She wore a ploughboy's nailstudded clogs, a pair of ploughfields in themselves: a sugarloaf hat with a gaudyquiviry peak and a band of gorse for an arnoment and a hundred streamers dancing off it, all aflume,º and a guildered pin to pierce it: owlglassy bicycles boggled her eyes: and a fishnetzeveil for the sun not to spoil the wrinklings of her hydeaspects: potatorings boucled the loose laubes of her laudesnarersº: her nude cuba stockings were salmonspotspeckledº: she sported a galligo shimmy of hazevaipar tinto that never was fast tillº it ran in the washing: stout stays, the rivals, lined her length: her bloodorange bockknickers, a two in one garment, showed natural nigger boggers, fancyfastenedº, free to undo: her blackstripe tan joseph was sequansewn and teddybearlined, with wavy rushgreen epaulettes and a leadown here and there of royal swansruff: a brace of gaspers stuck in her hayrope garters: her civvy codroy coat with alpheubett buttons was boundaried round with a twobar tunnel belt: a fourpenny bit in each pocketside weighed her safe from the blowaway windrush:º she had a clothespeg tight astride on her joki's nose and she keptº on grinding a sommething quaint in her fiumy mouth:º and the rrreke of the fluve of the tail of the gawan of her snuffdrab siouler's skirt trailed ffiffty odd Irish miles behind her lungarhodes.

Hellsbells, I'm sorry I missed her! Sweet gumptyum and nobody fainted!º But in whelk of her mouths? Was her naze alight? Everyone that saw her said the dowce little delia looked a bit queer. Lotsy trotsy, mind the poddle! Missus, be good and don't fol in the say! Fenny poor hex she must have charred. Kickhams a frumpier ever you saw!º Making mush mullet's eyes at her boys dobelon.º And they crowned her their chariton queen, allº the maids. Of the may? You don't say! Well for her she couldn't see herself.
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I recknitz wharfore the darling murrayed her mirror. She did? Mersey me! There was a koros of drouthdropping surfacemen, boomslanging and plugchewing, fruiteyeingº and flowerfeeding, in contemplation of the fluctuation and the undification of her filimentation, lolling and leasing on North Lazers' Waal all eelfare week by the Jukar Yoick's and as soon as they saw her meander by that marritime way in her grasswinter's weeds and twigged who was under her ^|sharchdeaconess'sº^sh| bonnet, Avondale's fish and Clarence's poison, wheezesº an to anaberº, Wit-upon-Crutches to Master Bates: Between our two southsates and the granite they're warming,º eitherº her face has been lifted or Alp has doped!º

But what was the game in her mixed baggyrhatty? Just the tembo in her tumbo or pilipili from her pepperpot? Saas and taas and specis bizaas. And where in thunder did she plunder? Fore the battle or efter the ball? I want to get it frisk from the soorce. I aubette my bearb it's worth while poaching on!º Shake it up, do, do! That's a good old son of a ditch! Radile-me-rudall the restigouche.º I promise I'll make it wentworthº your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet with a goodfor. Spey me pruth and I'll tale you true.

Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne aringarouma she pattered and swung and sidled, dribbling her boulder through narrowa mosses, the diliskydrear on our drier side and the vildevetchvineº agin us, curara here, careero there, not knowing which medway or wheserº to strike it,º edereider, making chattahoochee all to her ain chichuiº, like Santa Claus at the cree of the pale and puny,º nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her arms encircling Isolabella, then running with reconciled Romas and Reims, then bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with spittle,º on like a lech to be off like a dart,º with a Christmas box apiece for aisch and iveryone of her childer, the birthday gifts they dreamt they gaveº her, the spoiled she fleetly laid at our door.º On the matt, by the pourch and inunder the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, the pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre. Andº they all about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime of their slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the Smyly boys at their vicereine's levee,º chippingº herº and raising a bit of a chir or a jary,º Vivi vienne, little Annchen!º Vielo Anno, high life!º Sing us a sula, O Susuria!º Ausone sidulcis!º Hasn't she tambre!,º every dive she'd neb in her culdee sacco of wabbash she raabed and reach out her maundy meerschaundize, poor souvenir as per ricorder and all for sore aringarung, stinkers and heelers, laggards and primelads, her furzeborn sons and dribblederry daughters, a thousand and one of them, and wickerpotluck for each of them. For evil and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's bann and a barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee:º a cartridge of cockaleekie soup for Chummy the Guardsman:
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for sulky Pender's acid nephew deltoidº drops, curiously strong: a cough and a rattle and wildrose cheeks forº poor Piccolina Petite MacFarlane: a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and blankets and shins between them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn Mmarriage: a brazen nose and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg:º a papar flag of the saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea: a puffpuff for Pudge Craig and a nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigbyº: waterleg and gumboots each for Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan:º a prodigal heart and fatted calves for Buck Jones, the pride of Clonliffe: a loaf of bread and a father's early aim for Val from Skibereen: a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Ballyclee jackeen: a seasick trip on a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan: a louse and trap for Jerry Coyle: slushmincepies for Andy Mackenzie: a hairclip and clackdish for Penceless Peter: that twelve sounds look for G. V. Brooke:º a drowned doll toº face downwards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer: altar falls for Blanchisse's bed: Wildairs' breechettes for Magpeg Woppington: forº Sue Dot a big eye,º forº Sam Dash a false step: snakes in clover, picked and scotched, and a vaticanned vipercatcher'sº visa for Patsy Presbys: a reiz every morning for Standfast Dick and a drop every minute for Stumblestone Davy: scruboak beads for beatified Biddy: two appletweed stools for Eva Mobbely: for Saara Philpot a jordan vale tearorne: a pretty box of Pettyfib's Powderº for Eileen Aruna to whiten her teeth and outflash Helen Arhone: a whipping topº for Eddyº Lawless: for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman's Lane a penny wise for her foolish pitcher: a putty shovel for Terry the Puckaun: a potamusº mask for Promoter Dunne: a niester egg with a twicedated shell and a dynamight right for Pavl the Curate: a collera morbous for Mann in the Cloack: a starr and girton for Draper and Deane: for Will-of-the-Wispº and Barny-the-Barkº two mangolds noble to sweeden their bitters: for Oliver Bound a way in his frey: for Seumas, thought little, a crown he feels big: a tibertine'sº pile with a Congoswood cross on the back for Sunny Twimjim: a praises be and spare me days for Brian the Bravo: penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona Lena Magdalena: for Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla, Mamilla, a bucket, a packet, a book and a pillow: for Nancy Shannon a Tuami brooch: for Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a cooling doucheº and a warmingpan: a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher: a hairpin slatepencilº for Elsie Oram to scratch her toby, doing her best with her volgar fractions: an old age pension for Betty Bellezza: a bag of the blues for Funny Fitz: a Missa pro Messa for Taff de Taff: Jill, the spoon of a girl, for Jack, the broth of a boy: a Rogerson Crusoe's Friday fast for Caducus Angelus Rubiconstein: three hundred and sixtysix poplin tyne for revery warp in the weaver's woof for Victor Hugoknotº: a stiff steaded rake and good varians
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muck for Kate the Cleaner: a hole in the ballad for Hosty: two dozen of cradles for J. F. X. P.º Coppinger: tenpounten on the pop for the daulphins born with five spoiled squibs for Infanta: a letter to last a lifetime for Maggi beyond by the ashpit: the heftiest frozenmeat woman from Lusk to Livienbad for Felim the Ferry: spas and speranza and symposum'sº syrup for decayed and blind and gouty Gough: a change of naves and joys of ills for Armoricus Tristram Amoor Saint Lawrence: a guillotine shirt for Reuben Redbreast andº hempen suspendeats for Brennan on the Moor: an oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and musquodoboits for Great Tropical Scott: a C₃ peduncle for Karmalite Kane: a sunless map of the month,º including the sword and stamps,º for Shemus O'Shaun the Post: a jackal with hide for Browne but Nolan: a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance: all lock and no stable for Honorbright Merreytrickx: a big drum for Billy Dunboyne:º a guiltygoldenyº bellows, below me blow me,º for Ida Ida and a Hushabyº rocker, Elletrouvetout,º for Who-is-silvier —º Where-is-he?:º whatever you like to swilly to swash, Yuinness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for Festus King and Roaring Peter and Frisky Shorty and Treacle Tom and O. B. Behan and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran and O'Delawarr Rossa and Nerone MacPacem and whoever you chance to meet knocking around: and a pig's bladder balloon for Selina Susquehanna Stakelum. But what did she give to Pruda Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and Briery Brosna and Teasy Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Maassy and Zusan Camac and Melissa Brandogueº and Flora Ferns and Fauna Fox-Goodman and Grettna Greaney and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan with Simpatica Sohan and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La Mesme and Philomena O'Farrell and Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and Snakeshead Lily and Fountainoy Laura and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy Frances de Sales Macleay? She gave them ilcka madre's daughter a moonflower and a bloodvein: but the grapes that ripe before reason to them that divideº the vinedress. So on Izzy, her shamemaid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight, life past befoul his prime.

My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's dusind with a tithe ofº tillies to boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub!º And Hibernonian market too!º All that and more under one crinoline envelope if you dare to break the porkbarrel seal. No wonder they'd run from her pison plague. Throw us your hudson soap for the honour of Clane!º The wee taste the water left. I'll raft it backº first thing in the marne. Merced mulde! Ay, and don't forget the reckitts I lohaned you. You've all the swirls your side of the current. Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Who said you're to blame for that if you have?º You're a bit on the sharp side. I'm on the wide. Only snuffers'
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cornets drifts my way that the cracka dvine chucks out of his cassock, with her estheryear's marsh narcissus to make him recant his vanitty fair. Foul strips of his Chinook'sº bible I do be reading, dodwell disgustered but chickled with chuckles at the tittles is drawn on the tattlepageº. Eº Senior ga dito: Faciasi Omo! E Omoº fu fòº. Ho! Ho! Eº Senior ga dito: Faciasi Hidamo! Eº Hidamo se ga facessà. Ha! Ha! And Die Windermere Dichter and Lefanu (Sheridan's) oldº House by the Coachyard and Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on the Flossº. Ja, a swamp for Altmuehler and a stone for his flossies!º I know how racy they move his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda like that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it? Lying beside the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost it! Aimihi! With that turbary water who could see? So near and yet so far! But O, gihon! I lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure and moravar again. Regn onder river. Flies do your float. Thick is the life for mere.

Well,º you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look, look, the dusk is growing!º My branches lofty are taking root. And my cold cher's gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye or erewone last saw Waterhouse's clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh. When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach! I'd want to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! There's the Belle for Sexaloiterº! And Concepta de Send-us-prayº! Pang! Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew! Godavari,º vert the showers! And grant Thayaº grace! Aman.º Will we spread them here now?º Ay, we will. Flip! Spread on your bank and I'll spread mine on mine. Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread!º It's churning chill. Der went is rising. I'll lay a few stones on the hostel sheets. A man and his bride embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The strollers will pass it by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to the fire and this for the code, the convent napkins,º twelve, one baby's shawl. Goodmotherº Jossiph knows, she said. Whose head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Wharnow are alle her childer, say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some here, more no more, more again lost alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch of the Shannons was married into a family in Spain. And all the Dunders de Dunnesº in Markland's Vineland beyond Brendan's herring pool takes number nine in yangsee's hats. And one of Biddy's beads went bobbing lonesomeº till she rounded upº lost histereve with a marigold and a cobbler's candle in a side strain of a main drain of a manzinahurries off Bachelor's Walk. But all that's left to the last of the Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and between is
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one kneebuckle and two hooks in the front. Do you tell me that now? I do,º in troth. Orara por Orbe and poor Las Animas! Ussa, ullaº, we're umbas all! Mezha, didn't you hear it a deluge of times, ufer and ufer, respund to spond? You deed, you deed! I need, I need! It's that irrawaddyng I've stoke in my aars. It all but husheth the lethest zswound. Oronoko! What's your trouble? Is that the great Finnleader himself in his joakimonoº on his statue riding the high horse there forehengist? Father of Otters, it is himself! Yonne there?º Isset that? On Fallareen Common?º You're thinking of Astley's Amphitheayter where the bobby restrained you making sugarstuck pouts to the ghostwhite horse of the Peppers. Throw the cobwebs from your eyes, woman, and spread your washing proper!º It's well I know your sort of slop. Flap! Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. Lord help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangutº! Were you lifting your elbow, tell us, glazy cheeks, in Conway's Carrigacurra canteen?º Was I what,º hobbledyhips? Flop! Your rere gait's creakorheuman bitts your butts disagrees. Amn't I up since the damp dawn, marthared mary allacook, with Corrigan's pulse and vericoarseº veins, my pramaxle smashed, Alice Jane in decline and my oneeyed mongrel twice run over, soaking and bleaching boiler rags, and sweating cold, a widow like me, for to deck my tennis champion son, the laundryman with the lavandier flannels? You won your limpopo limp fromº the husky hussars when Collarº and Cuffs was heir to the town and your slur gave the stink to Carlow. Holy Scamander!º I sar it again! Near the golden falls. Icis on us! Seints of light! Zezere! Subdue your noise, you hamble creature! What is it but a blackburry growthº or the dwyergray ass them four old codgers owns. Are you meanam Tarpey and Lyons and Gregory? I meyne now, thank all, the four of them, and the roar of them,º thatº draves that stray in the mist and old Johnny MacDougal along with them. Is that the Poolbeg flasher beyant, pharphar, or a fireboat coasting nyar the Kishtna or a glow I behold within a hedge or my Garry come back from the Indes? Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die,º eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye. We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find. My chart shines high where the blue milk's upset. Forgivemequick, I'm going! Bubye! And you, pluck your watch, forgetmenot. Your evenlode. So save to jurna's end! My sights are swimming thicker on me by the shadows to this place. I sow home slowly now by own way, moyvalley way. Towy I too,º rathmine.

Ah, but she was the queer old skeowsha anyhow, Anna Livia, trinklytoesº! And sure he was the quare old buntzº too, Dear Dirtyº Dumpling, foostherfather of fingalls and fotthergills!º Gammer and gaffer,º we're all their gangsters. Hadn't he seven dams to wive him? And every dam had her seven
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crutches. And every crutch had its seven hues. And each hue had a differing cry. Sudds for me and supper for you and the doctor's bill forº Joe John.º Befor! Bifur! He married his markets, cheap by foul, I know, like any Etrurian Catholic Heathen, in their pinky limony creamy birnies and their turkiss indienne mauves. But at milkidmass who was the spouse? Then all that was was fair. Tys Elvenland!º Teems of times and happy returns. The seim anew. Ordovico or viricordo. Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in person? Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed into oure eryan!º Hircus Civis Eblanensis! He had buckgoat paps on him, soft ones for orphans. Ho, Lord! Twins of his bosom. Lord save us!º And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His tittering daughters of. Whawk?

Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos woon'tº moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughtersons. Dark hawks hear us!º Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Nightyº night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthitheringº waters of. Night!