^RM14 Andº as, these things being so or ere those things having beenº done, way back home in Pacata Auburniaº ^F75 (untillably holy gammel Eire),º ^LM52 one world burrowing on another (ifº you've got me, neighbour, in any large lumps, geek?,º and got the strong of it),º Standfest, our topiocal sagoaº hero, or any attherº macotther, signs is on the bellygud'sº bastille back, bucked up with fullness, and his whitehatched patch, the towelturbaned, and Flower, aº silvering to her jubilee,^F76 birchleaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's i' forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart,º topsir and turvy, ^LM53 that royal pair,º in their palace of quicken boughs hightº The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17·69º, if you want to know^F77),º his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked, have discusst their things of the past, crime and fable with shame, home and profit,^F78 why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veinsº runs a mixture of, are head bent and hard upon. Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled.^{F79 LM54} Today is well thine but whoseº may tomorrow be?º But, bless his cowly head and press his crankly hat, what a world's woe is each's other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own properer mistakes, ^LM55 the backslapping gladhanderº ^F80 free of his florid future and the other singing likenessº dirging
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a past of bloody altars, gale with a blost to him, dove without gall. And sheº of the ^LM56 jilldaw's nest^F81 who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon^F82 yetº sung of love and the monster man. What's Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough, ough, brieve kindli!^F83

^RM15 Dogs' vespers are anending. Vespertiliabitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke to sate with Becchus. Zumbok!º Achevreº! Yet wind will be ere fadervor^F84 and the hour of fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls ^LM57 or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!) long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken and birds Diana^F85 with dawnsong hail. Aught darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepeestrilling. At Brannan's on the moor. ^LM58 At Tam Fanagan's weak yat his still's going strang. And still here is noctules and can tell things acommon on by that fluffy feeling. Larges loomy wheelhousesº lumber up to lodgeboxº ^F86 with hoodie hearsemen carrawain ^LM59 we keep hisº peace who follow his law, Sunday King.^F87 His sevencoloured's soot (Ochone! Ochonal!)^F88 and his imponence one heap lumpblock (Mogoul!). ^LM60 And rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnrally.^F89 Whereº every feaster's a foster's other, fianniansº all.^{F90 LM61} The welling breastº, herº willing giant, the mountain mourning,º his duggedy dew. ^|shTo obedient of ^LM62 civicity in urbanious at felicity what'll yet meek Mike^F91 our diputy mimber when he's head on poll and Peter's ^LM63 burgess and Miss Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by ^LM64 Toft Taft. Goblesseº gobleege.^{sh| |sh}For as Anna was at the beginning,º lives yet and will return after great deap sleapº rerising and a white night high with theº cows of Drommhiem as shower as there's a wet enclouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a truant in a thorntree.^sh| We drames our dreams tillº Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will not say it shall not be, this passing of
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order and order's coming, but in the herbest country and in the country around Blath as in that cityselfº of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So shuttle on the sacred magirattler, Simmy. And Sam, son,º the pipers done.º ^F92 Eric aboy!^F93 And it's time that all paid tribute to this massive mortiality, ^LM65 the pink of punk perfection as photography in mud. Some may seek to dodge the gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker's got to learn to chew the cud. Allwhichhole scribesº on scroll ^{LM66 |sh}circuminiuminluminatedhave^sh|, encuoniamsº here and improperies there.^F94 With a pansy for the pussy in the corner.^F95

^RM16 Bewise of Fanciulla'sº heart, the heart of Fanciulla! Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear.^F96 The rushes by the grey nuns' pond: ah eh oh let me sigh too. ^LM67 Coalmansbell: behoves you handmake of the load. Jenny Wren: pick, peck. Johnny Post: pack, puck.^F97 All the world's in want and is writing a letters.^F98 A letters from a person to a place ^LM68 about a thing. And all the world's aº wish to be carrying a letters. A letters to a king about a treasure from a cat.^F99 When men want to write a letters. Ten men, ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a ladder. ^LM69 And den men, dun men, fen men, fun men, hen men, hun men wend to raze a leader. Is then any lettersday from many peoples, Daganasanavitch? ^LM70 Empire, your outermost.^f100 A posy cord. Plece.