Textual development Manuscript to Errata II.1§3

Compiled by Danis Rose and John O'Hanlon

Just so stylled with the nattes are their flowerheads now and each of all has a |1stalk unto lovestalk owntoº1| herself and the tot of all ofº the tits of their understamens is as open as he can posably she and is tournesoledº straightcut or sidewaist, accordantº to the |1courses coursets1| of
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things feminiteº, |1unto towooerds1| (2him, their tomlord and stigmatiser, him |+in heliolatry+|,º2) that theyº may catchcup in (4these their4) calyzettes|2|s+, |saas allsºsa| they (3go3) troping,s+|2| those parryshoots from his muscalone pistil,º |2thus declared unto many, forº he can |+see eyespy+| through them |a|+toº their (3self colours selfcolours3)+|, nevertheleast their tissue peepers |8(meaningº Mullabury mesh, the time of appling flowers, a guarded figure of speech, a variety of perfume, a bridawl, seamist inso one)8|,ºa| as (aease leichtlya) as see saw2| (O my goodmiss! Oº my greatmess! Oº my prizelestly |2preshoes!) preshoes!),º2| while, dewyfallyº as dimb dumbelles, all alisten to his elixir. |1Lovelyt!1|

|7⇒ And they said to him:7|

|22| Enchainted,º dear sweet Stainusless, |2young confessor,2| dearer dearest, we herehear, (4aboutobuds aboutobloss4)|1, O coelicola,1| thee |7salutant salutamt7|. Pattrenº of our unschoold, |2pageant masterº,2| deliverer of softmissives, |2round the world inº forty |++posts mails++|,2| |7bag, belt and balmybeam|8, ourº barnaboy, our chepachap,8| with that pampipe in your putaway, |8gab borab,8| when you will be after doing all your sightseeing and soundhearing and smellsniffing and |atucktasting tastytastinga| and tenderumstouchings in all Daneygaul,7| send us|1, yourº adorables,1| |8thou overblaseed,8| a wise and letters play of all you can ceive ofº|8, chiefº celtech chappy,8| from your holy post |2now thatº you hast ascertained |+ceremonially+| our names2|. |2|+Unclean you art not. Outcaste thou |saart aresa| not. Leperstower|a, the karman's loki,a| |ais not has nota| yo |aseen blanched ata| yourº pollution and your intercourse at ninety legsplits does not defile. Untouchable is not the scarecrown is on you.+| You are pure. You are pure. You are |apure in your pueritya|. You have not brought stinking membersº into the house of Amanti. (3Elleb Inamº, Titep Notep, we name them to the Hall of Honour.3) |aYour head has been touched by the god Enel-Rah and your face has been brightened by the goddessº Aruc-Ituc. Return, sainted youngling, and walk |bagain once moreb| among us!º |8The rains of Demani are masikal as of yere. And Baraza is all aflower. Sikuº of calmy days. As shiver as shower can be.8| |7Our breed and better class is in brood and bitter pass. |8Labbeycliath longs.8| But we're counting on the cluck.7| The Great Cackler comes again.ºa|2| Sweetstaker, |2Abel lord of all our haloease,2| wee toutes |2|7(to be slightly more femmiliar perhips than is slickly more then nacessory)7|,º philomelas as well as magdalenesº,2|
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were drawpairs |1with two |2pinmarks |~pinmarks B.V.D and B.V. pinmarks, (4B.V.D. (5BVD. BVD5)4) and (4B.V.D. BVD4) dot,~|2|1| so want lotteries of ticklets |1|~justly proportioned~| |2|+posthastemº+|2| (you appreciateº thatº?)1| |7so as to be very dainty|a, if an isaspell,a| and so as to be verily
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dandydainty, |aif an ishibilley,a| of and on, to and for, by and with,7| from you. |8Let the hitback hurry his wayward ere the missive has time to take herself off, 'twill be o'erthemore wilfullyº intomeet if the coming offence causedº our shudders before. We ſeem to have being elſewhere as tho' th' had paſs'd in our ſuſpenſeº.8| |7Next to our shrinking selves we love sensitivas best. For they are the Angèles. Brick, fauve, jonquil, sprig, fleet, nocturne, smiling bruise. For they are an Angèle's garment.7| |2We |awill be constant (what a word!) anda| bless the day, |afor whole hours too, |byes, |7for sold long syne as we shall be beingº in our created being, of ours elvishness,7| the day |cthat youc| befell,b|a| you dreadful temptation! |aNow promise promisus |7as at our requisted7| you will remain ignorant of all what you hear! hear |band|7, though if whilst disrobing to the edge of risk |8(theº bisifings in idolhours that satinfines tootoo!)8|,º7| draw a veilºb| till we next time! |8You don't want to peach but bejimboed if ye do|err.!º10|8| |7Perhelps.7| |8We ernst too may.8| How many months or how many years |8till the myriadth and first become8|! |bReticents be to Bashfulness be (5topped tupped5)!b| May he colp, may he colp her, may he |+7mixandmess mixandmass+|7| colp her! |8Talk |aof witha| a hare and you wake of a tartars. That's mus. Says the Law.8| List!a|2| |1Kicky Lacey|2, theº |apervirgined pervergineda|,2| and Bianca Mutantini|2, herº conversa,2| drew their fools longth (5favourite, finnishfurst,º5) Herzog |avon Vollendam van Vellentama|, but me and meotherº |aravin|7, my coosine of mine,7| herea| have |8mour8| good three chancers|7, weothers,7| after Bohnapartsº. |8The mything smile of me, my wholesole assumption, shes nowt mewithout as weam twin herwithinº, that I love like myselfish, like smithereen'sº robinsongs, like juneses'º nutslost, like the blue of the sky |aif I stoopsº |bforeºb| to spyºa| between my whiteyoumightcallimbs. How |~that their~| duelº makes |~a their~| triel!8| Eer's wax for Sur Soord, dongdong bollets for the iris riflers,º queemswellth of coocome in their combs for the jennyjos.1| |7Caro caressimus!7| |8Honey swarmsº where mellisponds.8| Will bee all buzzy one another minnies for the mere effect that you |1unread1| are |1so fulledº of1| pollenº yourself. |8Teomeo! Daurdour!º8| We feel unspeechably thoughtless over it all |8here in Gizzygazelle
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º bimboowood8| so pleasekindly communicakeº with the original sinse we are only yearning as yet how to burgeon. It's meant milliems of centiments dead, lostº or mislaid to us on them but|8, master of snakes,8| we can |8change sloughchange8| in the nip of a napple solongas we can allsee |8for deedsetton8| your quick. |8By the hook in your look we're eyed for aye were you begging the questuan with your |aluteana| bowl round Monkmesserag. And whenever you're tingling in your trout we're sure to be tangled in our ticements.8| |2It's game, it's game,º ma chèreº, be off with your shepherdress on!2| |1Upsume Upsome1| cauda! Behose our handmades for the lured! To these nunce we are but yours in ammatures yet well come that day we shall ope to be ores. |7Then shalt thou see, seeing, the sight.7| No more hoaxites! Nay more gifting in mennage! |7A her's
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fancy for a his friend and then that fellow yours after this follow ours.7| (4|shVania, Vania Vaniorum, Domne Vanias!sh|4)

|1(++)1| Hightimeº is up:º be it down into outs according! When there shall be foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on hearthº as there's hot in oven. When every Klitty of a scolderymeid shall hold every yardscullion's right to stimm her uprecht for |1himsoever whimsoever1|, whetther on privates, whattherº in publics. And when all us romance catholeens shall have ones for all amanseprated. And the world is maidfree. |8Methanks. So much for His Meignysthy Manº! And all his bigattensº.8| So |atell tilla| Coquette to tell Cockotte to teach Connie Curley to touch Cattie Hayre and tip Carminia to tap La Chérieº though where the diggings he's dweellstº amongst us here's nobody knows save Mary. Whyfor we go ringing hands in hands in gyrogyrorondo.

|1⇒ These bright elects|2, consentconsorted,2| they were waltzing up their willside with their princesome handsome angeline |achief chiuffa| while in those wherebus there wont |8helds bears8| way |8(mearing unknown, a place where pigeons carry fire to seethe viands, a miry hill, belge end sore footh)8| oathsº and screams and bawley groans with a belchybubhub and a hellabelow bedemmed and bediabbled the |aarimainian arimaininga| lucisphere. |8Helldsdend, whelldselse!8| Lonedom's breach lay foulend up uncouth not be broochedº by punns and reedles. Yet the ring gayed rund rorosily with a drat youº for a brat
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you. (4|shYasha Yash ate sassage and mash, and so foor shayº bash, poor Yasha|4) And you wonna make one of our micknick party. |7No honaryhuest on our sposhialiste.7| For poor Glugger was dazed and late in his crave, |ai.e. |bayhe ay heb|a|, laid in his grave.1|