Typescript, fragmentary, late 1932, II.1§6 draft level 2, 2+

MS British Library 47477 94-95, 100-103, 116-119, 135-136; 120-122, 137 Draft details

Postreintroducing Jeremy, the flowing
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tale that |2knows brooks2| no brooking runs on to say |2how2|, |2as it was |amutualitera| foretold of him
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|aby a timekiller to his spacemaker, velos ambos |band arubyat knights, with their tales within wheels & stucks between spokesb|, on the hike from Elmstree to Stene and back,a| runningº awage with the use of reason (sics) and ramming amok at the brake of his voice (secs),
2| his lasterhalft was set for getting the besterwhole of his yougendtougend for control number thrice was operating the subliminal of his invaded personality. He nobit smorfi endgo poltri and let all the tondo gang bola del ruffo. Baito no know him mor. Eat larto altruis with most perfect stranger.

|2Boo,º you're through!2|

|2Hoo, I'm true?º2|

|2|+Men, pots ache a day simmering, O mavrone |aKerry Osmo Kerry Asthmaa|?+|2|

|2|+Teapotty, teapottyº.+|2|

He wept indeiterum. With such a tooth he seemed to love his wee tart when a buy. Highly momourning, he see thee before him. Melained from nape to kneecap though vied from thigh girders up. |2|+Holy+|2| Santalto, |2|+cursing saint,+|2| sight most deletious! |2An nay bare falls witless against thee,º how slight becomes a hidden wound!º It will paineth him in that where of himº whence he had loseth his once for every|+, everº though mode grow |amaennersh maenneritscha| and the Tarara boom decay+|. Immaculacy, give but to drink to his shirt and all frohlinedº skirtascortas must toº change her tunics. |aSo ward he |bfrom first to lastºb| forebannedº and|b, betweenly b| a smuggler for lifer.ºa|2| Lift the blank, ve veared as hell! Split the hvide and aye seize heaven! He knows for he's seen it in black and white |2|+through his eyetrompit+|2|, |2|+trained upon jinnius |aand all those sort of thingirlsa|,º+|2| |+2tantamount dandymount+|2| to a clearobscure. Prettimaid hues may have their cry; apple, bacchante, custard, dove, eskimo, fawn, ginger, hematite, isinglass, jet, kipper, lucile, mimosa, nut, oysterette, prune,
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quasimodo, royal, sago, tango, umber, vanilla, wistaria, xray, yesplease, zaza, philomel, theerose. What are they all by? Shee.

If you nude her in her prime, make sure you find her complementary or, by Angus Dagdasson and all his picciapiccions, on your very first occasion she'll prick you where you're proudest with her unsatt speagle eye. Look sharp, she's signalling again from among the asters. Turn again, wistfultone, loud mere of Doubtlin! Arise, Land-under-Wave! Clap your lingua to your pallet, drop your jowl with a jolt, tambourine until your breath slides, pet a pout and it's out. Have you got me, Allysloper?
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My bellyswain's a twelve whulehrusspower though he knows as much how to man a wife as Dunckle Dalton of matching wools. Shake hands through the thicketloch. |2O sweet swan water, myº other is mouthfilled. |a|~It's This kissing wold's~| full of killing fellows kneeling |~voyantly~| to the cope of heaven. |~And somebody's coming, I feel for a fect.~|a| When you'll |~next~| have the mind to retire to be wicked this is as dainty a fineº way as any.2| Underwoods spells bushment's business. So if you sprig poplar you're bound to twig this. 'Twas my lord of Glendalough benedixed the gape for me that day at Long Entry, commanding the approaches to my intimest innermosts. Look how they're browthered. Six thirteens at Blanche de Blanche's of 3 Behind Street and 2 Turnagain Lane. Awabeg is my callby, Magnus here's my max, wonder one's my cipher and Seven Sisters is my nighbrood. Radouga, Rab, will ye na pick them in their pinks of panties. You can colour up till you're
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prawn while I go squirt with any cockle. But if this could see with its backsight he'd be the grand old greeneyed lobster.

In the house of breathings lies her word, all fairness. The walls are of rubinen and the glittergates of elfinbone. The roof herof is of massicious jasper and a canopy of Tyrian awning rises and still descends to it. A grapecluster of lights hangs therebeneath and all the house is filled with the breathings of her fairness, the fairness of acidulates and the fairness of milk and rhubarb and the fairness of roasted meats and unionmargrits and the fairness of promise with consonantia and |2avowal avowals2|. Their lies her word, thou reder. The height herup exalts it and the lowness herdown abases it. It vibroverberates upon the tegmen and prosplodes from the pomoeria. A window, a hedge, a prong, a hand, an eye, a sign, a head and keep your other augur on her |2mouth paypaypay2|. And you have it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated. And Sunny, my gander, he's coming to land her. O backed von them zug! Make weg for their tug!
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With a ring ding dong they raise clasped hands and advance more steps to retire to the saum. Curtsey one, curtsey two, with arms akimbo|2, devoteesº2|.


All sing;

— I rose up one morning and saw in my glass how nobody knows me but you. |2Huh! Huh!2|

All point in the shem direction |2to shun2|.

— My name is Mishamisha but call me Toffeytough. I mean Muttonchough. |2It was her, |aby the byby by the boyboya|,º that w that was caught loft in the larch. Hah! hah!2|

|2Her revence.2|

All laugh.

They pretend to helf while they simply schutet at him |2sauce to make hims prich2|. |2And ith ith noth cricquette|a, Sallyº Lums. Not by ever such a lota|. Twentynines bloomers geggingº een man
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arose. This thing must not be. Avis was there and trilled her about. She's her sex, for certain.

— Willst thou rossy banders having?

He pretends to be tight in ribbings round his rumpffkorpf.

— Are you Blackhands that's hits on a shorn stile.

He pretends to be swiping the chimbley.

— Can you ajew, ajew, fro' Scheidan?

He pretends to be cuttling up with a pair of sissers and to be buythings off their maidens ends pitting their heads into their face.

|2Spickspuck!º Spoken.º2|

So now be hushy, little pukers! Side here roohish, cleany fuglers. Grandicellies, all stay zitty! Adultereux, ye shall not stale! When ye coif Tantoncle's hat then'll be largely tempts for that. Yet's the time for being now, now, now.

For a burning would is come to dance inane. |2Glamours have |ahas hatha| moidered's lieb and herforeº Coldour must leap no more. Lackbreathº must leap no more.2|

|22| Lel is for libelman libring his lore. Lolo lolo, liebermann, you loved to be leaving Libnius. Lift your right to your Lieber Lord. Link your left to your lass of liberty. Lala lala, leaperman, your lep's but a loop to lee.

|2A fork of hazel o'er the field |ainvites invokesºa| the verveine |avirgins on virgins'º odea|. If you crossed this rude as you roamed the road I'm blessed but you'd feel him a blasting rod. Behind me, freeº from evil smells! Perdition stinks before us.2|

|2|aAgatherept Agathareptºa| they fleurelyº to Nebnose will & Rofocaleº. Twice is he gone to find her, thrice will they now to him. |aSo see we so as seed we sow.a| And
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their prunkvinne kilt her kirtles up. Andº set out. And her troupeº came heeling, O.
2| And led by Lignifer, in four hops of the happiest, ac beth cac duff, the few fly the farbetween. Attalad! Attattald! Get up, Goth's scourge on you! There's a visitation in your impluvium. Hun, Hun!

|2He standthº theirs |amumº in his natural, oublious of his proprium,º the |bwill wontb| to be |bwanton, wanton fromb| the will to be wisea|. Thrusts from the light. Loves from her heat. He blinkth. But he wraths ire where they wreathe charity. For all these have been thisworlders. Timeº liquescing into state pitiless age grows angelhood. But as he stands most anysing may befallem,º |afrom a song of a witch to a totter of Blackartsa| given |athe a fammisheda| devil, a |awitch young sourceressa| and |a(eternal conjunction)a| the permission of overalls. If he spice east he seethes in the south and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist. And what wonder with the murkery viceheight in the shade. They vain would convert himº to |aknow believea| the word.2|

As he was
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queering his shoolthers. So was I. And as I was cleansing my fausties. So was he. And as way ware puffin our blowbags. Sou wous you.
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— Now may Saint Mowy of the Pleasant Grin be your everglass and evenprospect! Feeling dank. And may Saint Jerome of the Harlot's Curse make a fancy three of you which is much abedder. Grassy ass ago.

The bivetellines, obscindgemeinded bickerers, varying directly, uruseye each oxesother, superfetated (never cleaner of lamps frowned fiercelier on anointer of hinges), while their treegrown girls, king's game, if he deign so, are in such transfusion just to know who is artthoudux from whose heterotropic, the sleepy or the glouch, for, shyly bawn and showly nursured exceedingly nice girls can strike exceedingly hard times unless so richtly chosen's by (what though of riches he have none and hope |+2gainst hope's gainst dashed hope's+|2| his heart's horizon) |2make |x|~to tie his toupee or~|x| toº gar2| their great moments |2be the2| greater. |2Theº thing is he must be put right on the spot, not no mere watterstichkstuff in a selfmade world |athat you can't believe a word he's written in a| but theirs own's only owned by naturalº rejection.º Charley, you're my darwing.2| (2So sing they sequent the scent of man.2) Till they go round if they go roundagain before breakparts and alldismissed. They keep. Step keep. Step. Stop.

Creedless crownless hangs his haughty. He does not know how his grandson's grandson's grandson's grandson will stammer up
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in Peruvian for in the ersebest idiom I have done it equals I so shall do. He dares not think why the grandmother of the grandmother of his grandmother's grandmother coughed Russky with suchky husky accent since in the mouthart of the slove look at me now means I once was otherwise. Nor that the mappamund has been changing pattern as youth play moves from street to street since time was and races were and wise ants hoarded and sauterelles were spendthrifts. Nor that the turtling of a London's alderman is ladled out by the waggerful to the regionals of pigmyland. His part should say in honour bound: So help me symethew, sammarc, selluc and singin, I will stick to you, by gum, no matter what and in case of the event coming
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off beforehand, even so you was to release me for the sake of the other cheap girl's baby's name, plaster me but I will pluckily well pull on the buckskin gloves because it is the month of brumes. But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner, mauve, and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines.

Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before. For she is wearing none of the three. And quite as patently there is a sort of a hole in the ballet through which the rest fell out. For to explain why the residue is, was, or will not be proceeded with, namely, the shifting about of the lasses and the tug-of-love of the lads ending with a great deal of rough merriment, hoots, screams, scarf drill, cap fecking, ejaculations of urine, reechoable mirthpeals and general thumb-to-nosery, one must reckon with the sudden and gigantesquesque appearance in Barnado's bearskin amongst the brawlmiddle of this village childergarten of the largely longsuffering laird of Lucanhof.

But, god of all machineries, how to account for him?
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Was he pitssched, as certain have dognosed of him, aginst our seawall by Rurie, Thoath and Cleaver, Orion of the Orgiasts, Meereschal MacMuhun, the product of the extremes giving quotidient as a means, or so yclept, as might occur to anyone, from Clio's clippings, for ancients link with presents as the human chain extends, have done, do and will again while monks sell yew to archers or the water of the livvying goes the way of all fish from Sara's drawed|2, the corralsome,º2| to Isaac's, |2the laughst butt one,2| with her minnelisp extorreor to his moanolothe inturned?

And he! Who? Old Joe, the Java Jane, older even than Adam Costola. The mar of murmury mermers to the mind's ear, uncharted rock, evasive weed. Only the caul knows his thousandfirst name. Hocus Crocus Esquilocus.
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Finnfinn finnfinn. Doth all this two way teleopic come aft to you, puritysnooper, as eft it were longtimes ofter when Potollomuck Satir when Sourdaulnapplous the Lollapaloosa |2or blank or the Minostaurs Extraurinary of the Bulshitweek Revalvolution2| put back Omega with the beths of alpability? The charges are you will remember, the chances are you won't. We are |2always recurrently2| meeting him |2in among the vortices of2| |2pcyclo-annalism cycloannalismº, |shall the time from space to spacesh| |aas in divers places of scripture & poses of sepulturea|2|. Greets Godd, Groceries! How many foes in furrinarr? Merodach! Defend the King! Hoet has a rough |2breathing throat attack2| but his say is soft and his ee has a cute angle. When is Longabed going to be gone to, that more than man.

Why wilt thou earwaken him from his earth, O blank? He is weatherbitten from the dusts of ages. The hour of his closing hies to hand, the tocsin that shall claxonise his wareabouts. If one who remembered his webgoods and tealofts were to ask of any hooper for whose it was the storks were quitting Aquileyrie this would not wot; if other who found faith when his depth charge bombed our river were to —!

Jehosophat, what doom is here! Rain ruth on them, sire. If you are a publican itself, over measure never lost a licence. And for the honour of Alcohol drop that you-know-what-I've-come-about-I-saw-your-act air. Punch may be pottleproud but his Judy's |s2one a wife's wits2| better.

For the Producer (Mr John Baptister Vickar) caused a deep abuliousness to descend upon the Father of Truants and, as a side issue, pluterpromptly brought on the scene |s2his thes2| cutletsized consort, weighing ten |s2stone pebbles2| ten, scaling five footsy |s2five sevens2|, and spanning |s237 thirtysevens2| inchettes round the good companions, |s229 twentynines2| ditties round the wishful |s2waitress waistresss2|, |s2thirtyseven alsos round the answer to everything, 36 twentythrees2| of the same round each of the quis separabits, |s214 fourteens2| round the beginning of happiness and nicely nine round her shoed for slender.
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And eher you could pray mercy to goodness or help to the rescue, Gallus's hen has collared her pullets. Their bone of contention|s2, flesh to their thorns, prest as Prestissima,s2| makes |s2home in the flesh off in a thinkling,s2| while beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises is hued |s2& ands2| cried of |s2all the colours each's colours2|.

|s2Home all go.s2|

For they are now tearing, that is, teartoretorning. Too soon are coming taskbooks and goody, hominy bread & bible bee, Fine's French phrases from the Grandmère des Grammaires and what happened to our eleven in thirtytwo and why is limbo where is he and what are the sound waves saying that ceased ere they all wayed wrong and Amnist anguished axes Collis not to mention define the hydraulics of common salt and where G.P.O. is zentrum and D.U.T.C. are radients write down the valuations on N.C.R. and S.C.R.

That little cloud still hangs isky. Singabed cries before slumber. Light at night has an alps on his druckhouse. Thick bread and thin butter or after you with me.
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What is amaid today todo? So angelland all weeping bin that Izzy most unhappy is. Fain Essie, fie onhapje? laughs her stella's vispirine.