The Mime

Revised pages of The Mime (May 1934), late 1937, II.1§5 draft level 7, 7+

MS British Library 47477 172-175; 241-246 Draft details

It darkles, all this our |7funnominal funnaminal7| world. Yon marshpond is visited by the tide. We are circumveiloped by obscuritas. Man and |7beastes belvesº7| frieren. There is a wish on them to be not doing or anything. Or just for rugs. Zoo koud. Where is our highly honourworthy
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salutable spousefounderess? The foolish one of the family is within. |7Haha.7| Huzoor, where's he? At house, to's pitty. With Nancy Hands. |7|aHaha Tsheetshee.a| Hound through the |arye maizea| has fled. What hou! Isegrim under lolling ears. Far wol! |aThe Anda| wheaten bells bide breathless. All. The trail of Gill not yet is to be seen, rocksdrops, up benn, down dell, a craggy road for rambling. Nor yet through starland her that silver sash. What era's o'ering? Lang gong late. Say long, say low! scielo! Sillume, see lo! Selene, sail O! Amune!7| Nought stirs in spinney. The swayful pathways of the dragonfly spider stay still in reedery. Quiet takes back her folded fields. |7Tranquillestº thanks. Adew.7| In deerhaven, imbraced, alleged, injoynted and unlatched, the birds, tommelise too, quail silent. Was avond ere awhile. Now conticinium. |7As Lord the Laohun is sheutseuyes.7| The time of lying together will come and the wildering of the night till cockeedoodle aubens Aurore. |7|aElephant |s+Elefant Elenfants+|a| has |asaid sianga| his |atriump,a| Great is Eliphas |a|s+Magistodontos Magistrodontoss+|,a| andº |aafter kneeprayer pious for |bbehmoth behemuthb| and mahamoth willa|
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will rest him |afrom tusker toilsa|. |aSalamsalaim!ºa| Rhinohorn |aisnoutso pigfellow buta| him |aist |bis't istb|a| gonz wurst. |aKikikuki.a| Hopopodorme. Sobeast!
7| No chare of beagles, frantling of peacocks, no muzzing of the camel, smuttering of apes. Lights, pageboy, lights! |7|xBrights we'll be brights. With help of Hanoukan's lamp.x|7| When otter leaps in outer parts then Yul remembers Mei. Her hung maid mohns are bluming, look, to greet those loes on coast of amethyst; arcglow's seafire siemens lure and |7|awextwards wextwarda|7| warnerforth's hookercrookers. And now|7,º |awith robbya| brerfox's fishy fable lissaned |aout (the robby's out, thea| threads are simwhat toran and knots in its antargumends,7| the pesciolines in Liffeyetta's bowl have stopped squiggling about |7Junoh and the whalk and7| feriaquintaism, and if Lubbernabohore laid his wizard's harker to the ribber|7, saveº the qireqareqolº and dabardin |agoing ona| in his mount of knowledge (munt),º7| he would not hear a flip flap in all Finnyland. Witchmam, watch of your night? |7It goes. It does not go. Es voes, ez noes, nott voes, ges, noun.º7| Darkpark's acoo with sucking loves. Rosimund's by her wishing well. Soon tempt-in-twos will stroll at venture and hunt-by-threes strut musketeering. |7Brace of girdles, brasse of beauys. With the width of the way for jogjoy. Hulker's cieclest elbownunsense. Hold hard! And his dithering dathering waltzers of. Shtright!º7| / But meetings mate not as forsehn. Hesperons! And if you wand to Livmouth, wenderer, |7while Jempson's weed decks Jacqueson's Island,7| here lurks no iron welcome. Bing. Bong. Bangbong. Thunderation! |7You took with the mulligrubs and we lack mulsum? No sirreebobº! Great goodness, no!7| Were you Marely quean of Scuts or but |s+7Christien Chrestiens+|7| the Last
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|7|~(ourº duty to you, Chrisº! royalty, squat!)~|7|, |7how matt your mark, h though luked your johl,7| here's dapplebellied mugs and troublebedded rooms and sawdust strown in expectoration. And, for ratification of your information, Mr Knight, tuntapster, buttles; his alefru's up to his hip. And Watsy Lyke sees after all rinsings and don't omiss Kate, homeswab homely, put in with the bricks. A's the sign and one's the number. |7Where Chavvyout Chacer calls the cup and Pouropourim stands a stirrupº.7| De oud huis bij
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de kerkegaard. So who over comes ever for |7whoopee week Whoopee Weeks7| must put up with the Jug and Chambers.

But heed! Our thirty minutes war's alull. All's quiet on the felled of Gorey. |7Betweenº the starfort and the thornwood brass castle flambs with mutton candles. |aHushkah, th a horn,! Gadolmagtog! Qodº es El?a|7| Housefather calls enthreateningly. |7From Brandenborgerthorº. In At Asa's arthre. |aIn thundercloud periwig. With lightning bug aflash from afinger. My souls and by jings, should he work his jaws jaw to give down the banks and hark from the tomb!a|7| Ansighosa pokes in her potstill to souse at the sop be sodden enow and to hear to all the bubbles besaying: the coming man, the future woman, the food that is to build, what he with fifteen years will do, the ring in her mouth of joyous guard, stars astir and stirabout. A |7plague palashe7| for hirs, a saucy for hers and ladlelike spoons for the wonner. But ein and twee were never worth three. So they must have their final since he's on parole. Et la pau' Leonie has the choice of her lives between Josephinus and Mario-Louis for who is to wear the lily of Bohemey, Florestan, Thaddeus, Hardress or Myles. |7And lead raptivity captive.7| Ready. Now for la bella. Icy-la-Belle.

The campus calls them. Childs will be wilds. And vamp, vamp, vamp, the girls are merchand. |7|aEducande of Sorrento they newknow knowwell their Vico's road.a| Arranked in their array and flocking for the fray on that old orangeray, Dolly Brae.7| For these are not on terms, they twain, since their baffle of Whatalose when Adam Leftos and the devil took our hindmost, gegifting her with his painapple, nor will not be atoned at all in fight to no finish, that dark deed doer, this wellwilled wooer, Jerkoff and Eatsoup, Yem or Yan, while felixed is who culpas does and harm's worth healing and Brune is bad friendsch for Jour d'Anno. Tiggers and tuggers, they're all for tenzones. For she must walk out. And it must be with who? Teaseforhim. Toesforhim. Tossforhim. Two. Else there is danger of. Solitude.