Fair copy, 1932, II.2§4 draft level 3

MS British Library 47478 258-267 Draft details

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Whilesº |3in Pacata Hibernia3|, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, |3topical hero,3| the towelturbaned, and Flower in her wraparound, visage full of flesh and fat as hen's in forehead, Arianna and Blueybart, that royal pair, in their house of the hundred bottles, |3that palace of quicken boughs,3| hight, the Goat and Compasses (Phone number 17·69), discusst the past, the angerache of their loveº and the hungerbrood it bore em,º scribbled scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are head bent on their pensums. |3|aSeven It is turned of 8 Sevena| chimes all tolled.3| Dogs' vespers are at end. Wind will be|3, that old |akings hunting capsa| must be killed off |aby private gallowsa| along with dam and embalmed in honeyº for dynastic continuity and rivers break forth in joy for his funeral3|. Flying are the evenbirds. And, for one superstationer at least, the hearse of the kine shall pass at last. What a terrible piece of business surely|3, for such as keep his peace & follow his war3|. But trifid tongue, |3scab, ejected,º3| others woo will and work for, |3becaused of his cleverism, who lives more in future than in |aaa| past of bloody altars,3| and dove without gallº that bl backslapping gladhander, his singing likeness with her whose mind's a |3jilldaws jilldaw's3| nest for she tears up letters she never posed pen upon when bother her |3goldfaunread3| hair's
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in a queer of a mood, these strive and in earnest. As if that three could solve, singly or together, the twohornheaded dulcarnon that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pulfer turnips. And, my hat, what a |3worldall worldall's woe3| of weariness is theirs, waiting to hear their own proper mistakes.º

|33| For how many duitsch guilders would one post now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? |3|aFor why Why fora|?3| And for what will all such taradiddleº serve them in an after reeraw lifetime? If a gas consumer, habituated to marble mantels, buys a dozen of apples very every |3other3| first Friday during a whole leanº year at the weight of tooº many sesterces a pound overthepoise, taking abbaco as seven point seven and letting born of bulrushes stand for any woman, what a grand total of sentinels in reindeer pelts and aided by a spick span of oxen fedº upon Trinidad's shell
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cocoa and miring in sheets and sheets of showers will it take to paper a trench ever so mucky yards longer than a cobbler's bulk is broad?

Will it make of one a good milker this having been bread and buttered up on superlatives? Or will this alter go to outlands in a peajacket as a roaming catharickº and just not be silly or, caring dumb all toppings for the birthrate lean to loungily on his lentils? Wrong! Antrist animal will live dangerously and|3, nickleless |ato the meaner as never a wight was,a|3| find somehow the funds to smoke diurnally a boxº box of matches. Or if she seeks and mates an earth of heaven will she lilt that Barney take her home again?
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For so long as shes in dimity |3underalls, even if one piece ensembled,3| read sex serials in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around, it is as wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at long leash may hope to happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamie and marry Meg. Why ask any Tossy Madden or little Nelly of Holy God sense from anything that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma?º Even recollecting of a tree is far too |3beautiful lovely3| |3a spellbinder3| for herº to listen.
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Small blame be hers therefore that she shook her shoe off at geography giggle, doing provinces of |3India Persia |awhen Pa let me go too's tonic sulphur was outsunga|3|, with a whispered wilfulness heard from Hazelizod round this giddying globe! |3Remember she speaks Cashmir and you cannot industand.3| Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla, and her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence, la pura e pia bella of those hazelblue eyes |3of woodside beauty3| and that linefree face. All four will be readymaid marrying for real palship with all or any lovethieves when Jollycomes,
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out for it, mashing home. Though her loinstones be of jade and her moon increscent she will swoon over Percy Bysshe so as, as in the Askhimwhose language, to get aº crush on the cornerman and only learn from a Dalcroze teachment the how to drop her giftº umbrella. But her truest part, as the little grey nuns will school her without fuss or muss either, |3with Brother Agnus in their background,3| since today is well thine but whose will tomorrow's be, is to beg two makes in change for one wing. But when there's no more tay for sugar the cosey arrives
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that divinity |3backshapes showshapes3| their ends backview them how we will. For singleness on purpose is all their gender's bugbear especially when old which they all too soon get to look.

Pendent this time there he who will be either crowned or hanged scans the errors of history from the parrotbook of Datas. If the santimeter of Hairyoddities or Noah's misbelieving missus was to velivole back all the ways from Wallhollow and through
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|3their3| telluspeep of Whatswhatness, just boyjones upon those pagesº she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shake all to sheeks. And pending this time he who, suckled at the breast of a peasant |3fosterer fosteress3|, because he nought would wet his weapon, will be a coward's castle pulpiticianer and apostle walker from the ball of his footup when he is not shuttling the sacred rattle,
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oriented actually though he be, sees not her signings nor the multiplyings of her shadow but is ating, as he thinks at present, for his private salivation of the knuts of knowledge so as to befit him for the massacre, by pitchcap and triangle, of the blissbrigade of the ignorants, |3though while3| still preserving that stained glass face effect (you would surely swear butter would not melt in his breeches) and piling up sapience as sagely as Anisocrates.