1st draft, 1932, II.1§5 draft level 0

MS British Library 47477 45-46 Draft details

Itº darkles,º all this our fun nominal world. Man and beast are chill. In deeryard, imbraced, alleged, injointed and unlatched, the birds, even thumb tit, quail silent. Was vesper ere awhileº. Now conticinium. No chareº of beagles, frantling of peacocks, |anoa| muzzing of the camel, smuttering of apes. Lights, pageboy, lights! When otter leaps in outer parts then Yul remembers May. Her |ahung maida| mohns are bluming|a, look,a| to greet the loes on yon coast of amethyst; arcglow's seafire siemens lure and warnerforth's hookercrookers. Darkpark's acoo with sucking loves. Rosimund's by her wishing well. And if you wand to Livmouth, wenderer, here |ais lurksº noa| iron welcome. |aBing. Bong. Bangbong.º Thunderation!a| Were you Marely quean of scuts or but Christien the Last here's dapplebellied mugs and troublebedded rooms and sawdust strown in expectoration. Mr Knight, big tapster, buttles; his alewife's up to his hip. And Watsy Lykeº looks after all rinsings and don't omiss Kate,º put in with the bricks. A's the sign and one's the number. So who over comes everº for whoopee week must put up with the Jug and Chambers.º