3rd typescript, December 1936, II.2§1 draft level 3, 3+

MS British Library 47479 75-78, 79-114 Draft details

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|3Itº may notº or maybe |aaa| no concern of the Guinnesses but.3|

That the fright of his light in tribalbalbutience bides aback in the doom of the balk of the deaf but that the height of his life from a bride's eye stammpunct is when a man that means a mountain barring his distance wades a lymph that plays the lazy winning she likes yet that pride that bogs the party begs the glory of a wake while the scheme is like your rumba round me garden, allatheses, with perhelps the prop of a prompt to them, was now or never, in Etheria Deserta as in Grander Suburbia, with Finnfannfawners for much or moment indispute.

|3|xWhyfor had they donated him, as mysterbolder, forced in their waste, that their tolvtubular high fidelity (ablank daildiallera), equipped wit as modern as tomorrow afternoon and in appearance up to the minuteº (hearing that anybody schemed to have halve the wrong type of date),º equipped with supershielded |+umbrella+| antennas for distance getting and connected by |sablank |btheb| magneticsa| links with of a Bellini-Tosti coupling system with a vitaltone speaker, capable of capturing skybuddies harbour craft emittences, key clickings, vaticum cleaners, due to woman formed mobile or man made static,º and bawling the whowle hamshack |aand wobblea| down in an eliminium |asoundspan soundspoundºa| so as to serve him up a melogoturnyº marygorauundº, eclectrically filtered for allirish earths and
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ohmes. This harmonic condenser enginium (known as (The Mole) they caused to be worked from a magazine battery (called the Mimmim Bimbim),º patent number 1132, Thorpetersen and Synds, Bergen) which was tuned up by twintriodic singalvalvulousº |+pipelines, lackslipping pipelines (lackslipping+| along |shas if their liffing |adeepended deepundeda| on itsh|) with a howdrocephalous enlargement, a gain control of circumcentric megacycles, ranging from the antidulibnium onto the |aserostaatic serostaatareana|. They finally caused the the pip of the lin to pinnatrate
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inthro an auricular forfickle (known as the Vakingfar) |saSleepersa|,º meatous conch monofractured by Piaras Ua Rauh R Rhuamhaighaudhlugº, |atympan founder,a| Eustache Straight, Bauliaughacleeagh),º a meatous conch culpable of cunduncing Naul and Santry and the forty routs of Corthy with |sathesa| concertiums of the |aBrythic Brythyca| Symmonds Guild, the Ropemakers Reunion, the Ligue of Yahooth o.s.v.,º so as to lyll the lall the |aby bygoneº dozeda| they arborised |aon |sbfrom around, upsb| his corpular fruent |sbto and downsb| his reactione reuctionary buckling,a| hammer|sahumer hummersa|, enville and |sastorrup storrapsa|, lill the |salubberend lubberendthsa| of his otological life.

House of call is all their evenbreads though its cartomanse hallucinate like an erection in the night the mummery of whose deed immerges a mirage in a merror, for it is where for one watthour till time jings pleas that host of a bottlefilled, the bulkily hulkwight, hunter's pink of face, is in on a bout to be unbulging an o'connell's whilom his canterberry bellseyes wink wickeding indtil the teller, oyne of an oustman in skull of skand. Yet is it, this ale of man, for him just a tug and a fistful as for Culsen, the Patagoreyan, chieftain of chokanchuckers and his moyety joyant, under the foamer dispensation when he pullupped the turfeycork by the greats of gobble out of Lough Neagk. When, pressures be to our hoary frother, the pop gave his sullen bulletaction and, bilge, sled a movement of catharic emulsipotion
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down the sloppery slide of a slaunty to tilted lift-ye-landsmen. Which in the ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of a drink her drainer from the basses brothers, those two they-got-theres.

It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing |s3and ores3| it was less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all |s3and ohrs3| it was note before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but |s3and ors3| it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the Norweeger's capstan.

|s3So he sought with the |alobester lobestira| claw of his propencil the clue of the wickser in his ear. O, lord of the barrels, comer forth from Anow. (I have not mislaid the key of Efas-Taem). O, Ana, bright lady, comer forth from Thenanow. (I have not left temptation in the path of the sweeper of the threshold).s3|

But first, strongbowth, they would deal death to a drinking. Link of a leadder, dubble in it, slake your thirdst thoughts awake with it. Our svalves are svalves aroon! We rescue thee, O Baass, from the damp earth and honour thee, O Connibell, with mouth burial! So was done, neat and trig. Up draught and whet them.
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Then sagd he to the ship's husband |3inº his translatentic |anorjankeltic norjankeltiana|3|: Hwere can a ketch or hook alive a suit and sowterkins? Soot! sayd the ship's husband, knowing the language, Here is tayleren. |3Ashe and Whitehead, |aclosechop,a| successor to.3| Ahorror, he |3sayd sayd,º3| canting around to that beddest his friend, the tayler, |3for finixed coulpure,3| fake an capstan make and shoot! Manning to sayle of cloths for his lady her master. |3Let me prove, I pray thee, but this once, |aszed sazda| Mengarments, saving the mouthbrand from his firepool.3| He spit in his faist (beggin): he tape the raw baste (paddin): he planked his pledge (as dib is a dab): and he tog his fringe sleeve (buthock, lad, fur whale). |3Alloy for allay and this toolth for that soolth. Lick it and like it. A barter, a parter.3| And the ship's husband brokecurst after him to hail the
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lugger. Stolp, tief, stolp, come bag to Moy Eireann! And the Norweeger's capstan swaradeed, some blowfish out of schooling. All lykkehud! But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered bark to the lots of his vauce. And aweigh he yankered on the Norgean run so that seven sailend sonnenrounders was he breastbare to the brinabath where bottoms out has fatthoms full fram Franz José Land til Cabo Thormendoso. |3Farety days amd and fearty nights.3| And the tides made, veer and haul, and the times marred, rear and fall, and, holey bucket, dinned he raign!

— Hump! Hump! bassed the broaders-in-laugh.

|33| I will do that, sazd Kersse, mainingstaying the rigout for her wife's lairdship. Nett sew? they hunched back at the earpicker.

But old sporty, as endth lord, he nought feared crimp or cramp of shore sharks. It was whol niet godthaab of errol Loritz off his Cape of Good Howthe and his trippertrice, with twy twy twinky her stone hairpins, only not, if not, a queen of Prancess their telling tabled who was for his seeming the heart of the sweet (had he hows would he keep her as niece as a fiddle!) but it was wohl yeas sputsbargain what, rarer of recent, he alwagers allalong most certainly allowed of the three blend cupstoomerries with their customed spirits
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having their ceilidhe gailydhe in his shaunty irish. Group drinkards maaks grope thinkards or how reads rotary respecting the otherdogs churchees. So long plubs will be plebs but plabs by low frequency amplification may later agree to have another. The library is hoping to the public.

— Sets on sayfohrt! Go to it, agitator! they bassabosuned over the flowre of their hoose. |3Godeown moseys and and skeep |sayour beebel thy beeblesa| bee.3|

— I will do that, acordial, |3by mine hand,3| sazd Kersse, piece Cod, and in the flap of a jacket, ructified |3after his nap of a blankit,3| their o'cousin, as sober as the ship's husband he was one my godfather when he told me saw whileupon I am now well and jurily sagasfide after the boonamorse that the widower, according to rider, following pnomoneya, he is consistently blown to Adams. So help me boyg who keeps the book.

Whereofter behest his suzerain law the Thing and the pilsener had the baar, Recknar Jarl, still passing the change-a-pennies, pengeypigses, a several sort of coyne in livery, pushed their whisper in his hairing, the same to the good, ind ast velut discharge after which he had exemptied more than orphan for the ballast of his nurtural life. A few pigses and hare you are and no chicking, tribune's tribute, if you guess mimic miening. Meanly, in his lewdbrogue, take your tyou coppels token with this good sixtric. It is minely well mint.

Thus as count the costs of liquid courage stowed stivers |3pingapung pengapung3| in bulk in hold keen his kenning, the queriest of the crew, with that fellow fearing for his own misshapes, should he be himpself |3nanesakely namesakely3| a foully fallen dissentant from the peripulator, sued towerds Meade-Reid and Lynn-Duff, rubbing the |3hodden3| son of a pookal, |3leather leaden3| be light, |3lather beº dry and it be drownd on all the ealsth beside3| how the camel and where the
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deiffel or when the finicking or why the funicking or who caused the scaffolding to be first removed you give orders, babeling, were their reidey meade answer when on the cutey (the corespondent) in conflict of evidence drew a kick at witness
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but (missed) and for whom in the dyfflun's kiddy removed the planks they were wanted, boob.



— Did do a dive, aped one.

— Propellopalombarouter, based two.

— Rutsch is for rutterman ramping his roe, seed three. Where the muddies scrimm ball. Bimbim bimbim. And the maidies scream all. Himhim himhim.

And forthemore let legend go lore of it. That mortar scene what a dustydust it razed arboriginally but, luck's leap to the lad at the top of the ladder, so sartor's risorted why the sinner the badder! Ho ho ho hoch! La la la |3lach. lach!3| Hillary rillary gibbous grist to our millery! A pushpull, qq: quiescence, pp: with extravent intervulve coupling. The savest lauf in the world. Paradoxmutose caring, but here in a present booth of Ballaclay, Barthalamou, where their dutchuncler mynhosts and serves them dram well right for a boors' interior (homereek van hohmryk) that salve that selver is to screen its auntey and has ringround as worldwise eve her sins (pip, pip, pip) willpip futurepip feature apip footloose pastcast with spareshins and flash subtittles of noirse-made-earsy from a nephew mind the narrator |3but give the devil his3| so long as those sohns of a blitzh call the tuone tuone and thonder alout makes the thurd. Let there be. |3Due.3|

— That's all murtagh purtagh but whad ababs his dopter? sissed they who were onetime ungkerls themselves (when the youthel of his yorn shook the bouchal in his bed), twilled alongside, in wiping the rice assatiated with their wetting. The lappel of his size? |3|aHis ros in sola velnere and he sicckumed of homnis terrars.a| Don't him forget! A butcheler artsed out of Cullege Trainity.3| Diddled he daddle a drop of the cradler on delight mebold laddy was stetched? Knit wear? And they addled (ere the cry of their tongues would be uptied dead), Shufflebotham asidled, plus his ducks fore his drills, an inlay of a liddle more lining maught be licensed all at ones, be these same tokens, forgiving a brass rap, sneither a whole length nor a short shifk so full as all were concerned.

Burniface, shiply efter, shoply after at an angle of lag, let flow, brabble brabble and brabble, and so hostily, heavyside breathing came up with them and, check me joule, shat the three tailors butting back to Moyle herring bump as beam and buttend, roller and reiter, |3after the |adiluv sown diluv's owna|
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3| the seasant samped as skibber breezed in, |3tripping, dripping, threw the sheets in the wind,3| the tights of his trunks at tickle to tackle and his rubmelucky truss rehorsing the pouffed skirts of his overhaul. |3He'd left his stickup in his hand to show them none ill feeling.,º Whatthough for all |aappendices appenticesa| it hand had a mushroom on it. While he faced them front to back., Then paraseuls round, quite taken atack, |aSaying Sclaimingºa|, Howe Coolsº Eavybrolly!3|

— Good marrams, sagd he, as he put into |3bierhaven bierhiven3|, jilling to windwards, as he made straks for that oerasound the snarsty weg for Publin, so was his horenpipe lug in the lee off their mouths organs, with his tilt too taut for his tammy all a slaunter and his wigger on a wagger with its tag tucked up. And he asked from him how the hitch did do this my fand Sulkers that mone met the kidballacks which he suttonly remembered also where the hatch was he endnew strandweys he's that fond Sutchenson, a penincular fraimd of mind, fordeed he was langseling to talka holt of hems. Clown toff, tyea hug fliorten. Cablen: |3Clifftop, Clifftop.3| Shelvling tobay oppelong tomeadow. Ware cobbles. Posh.

Skibbereen has common inn, by pounautique, with pokeway paw and sadder raven evermore, telled shinshanks lauwering frankish for his kicker who, through the medium of gallic:
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— Pukkelsen, tilltold.

That with some our prowed invisors how their ulstravoliance led them infroraids, striking down and landing alow against our aerian insulation resistance, two boards that beached ast one, widness |3Thane thane3| and |3Tysk tysk3| and |3Hanry hanry3|. Prepatrickularly all, they summed. Kish met. Bound to. And for landlord, noting, nodding a coast to moor was cause to mear. Besides proof plenty, over proof. While they either took a heft. Or the other swore his eric. Heaved two, spluiced the menbrace. Heirs at you, Brewinbaroon! Weth a whistle for methanks.

— Good marrams and good mirrymills, sayd good mothers gossip, bobbing his bowing both ways with the bents and skerries, when they were all in the old walled of Kinkincaraborg hiberniating after seven oak ages, fearsome where they were he had gone dump in the doomering this tide down to the button of his seat and his sess old soss Erinly into the boelgein with the help of Divy and Jorum's locquor and shut the door after him to make a rarely fine |3Ran Ran's3| cattle of fish. Morya Mortimor! Allapalloverus! And they laying low for his homegang with fireball feast and turkeys tumult
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and paupers patch to provide his bum end. He made the sign of the hammer. Cod's drought, he sayd, after a few daze, thinking of all those bliakings, how leif pauses! here you are back on your hawkins, slave to trade, vassal of spices and a dragon-the-market, and be turbot, lurch a stripe, as were you soused methought out of the mackerel. Sell me gundy, sagd the now waging |3capon capponº3| with a warry posthumour's expletion. A bite of keesens, he sagd, or a stinger, he sagd, on a doroughbread kennedys and when I'm soured to the tipple you can sink me lead, he sagd, and a pull of tamtartarum. Allkey dalkey, sayd the shop's housebound, for he was as deep as the north star, as might have sayd, every man to his beast, my cater million falls to you and crop feed a stall! And he got and gave the ekspedient what's the good word. He made the sign on the feaster. Cloth be laid! Allahballah! Ekspedient, sayd he, Shackleton Sulten! Opvarts and at ham, like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and Maldemer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking from the bowl at his food and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn.

Till they plied him behaste on the fare.

— Nohow did he kersse or hoot alike the suit and solderskins? minded first breachesmaker with considerable way on and

— Humpsea dumpsea, the munchantman, secondsnipped cutter the curter.

— A ninth for a ninth. Take my worth from it. And no mistaenk, they thricetold the taler, and they knew the whyed for too. The because of his sosuch. Uglymand fit himshemp but throats fill us all! |s3And three's here's for repeat of the unium!s3|

— Place the scaurs wore on your groot big bailey bill, he apullajibed the O'Colonel Power, latterly distented from the O'Conner Dan, so promonitory
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himself that he was obliffious of the headth of hosth that rosed before him, like a dun darting |3dullemetter dullemitter3| with his moultain haares stuck in plostures upon it (do you kend yon peak with its coast so green?), still trystfully acape for her his gragh knew well in precious
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memory and that proud grace to her, in gait a movely water, of smile a coolsome cup, with that rarefied air of a Montmalency and her quick little breaths and her climbing colour. Floodlift, her ancient of rights regaining, so yester yidd, even remembrance. Her youngfree yoke stilling his wandercursus, jilt the spin of a curl and jolt the broadth of a buoy. Ethna Prettyplume, |3Hughly Hooghly3| Spaight. Him her first lap, her his fast pal, for ditcher for plower, till deltas twoport. While this glowworld's lump is gloaming off and han in hende will grow. He would withsay, nepertheloss, that is too me mean. |s3I have performed the law in truth for the lord of the law. I have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in Annapolis. Be ye then my protectors before the guards of the city.s3| Theirs theres is a gentlemeants agreement. To slope through heather till the foot. Join Andersoon and Co. If the flowers of speech valed the springs of me rising the hiker I hilltapped the murk I mist my blezzard way. Not a knocker on his head nor a nicknumber on the manyoumeant. |3With that coldtbrundt |anortheldster natteldstera| wefting stinks from Alpyssinia, wooving nihilnulls from Memoland and and wolving the ulvertones of the voice. But his spectrem only mergeantº crested from the irised sea in plight, calvitousness, loss, ng nngnr, glidd gliddinyssº, unwill and snorth.3| It might have been what you call your change of my life but here's the chance of a
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night for my lifting. Hillyhollow, valleylow! With the sounds and the scents in the morning.

— I shot be shoddied, throttle me, usquebauched the ersewild aleconner, for bringing briars to Benbracken and ringing rinbus round Demetrius for, as you wrinkle wryghtly, bully bluedomer, it's a suirsite's stircus haunting hesteries round old volcanoes. But time is for talerman tasting his tap. Tiptoptap, Mister Maut.

He made one summery of his the three swallows and torched up as the faery pangeant fluwed down the hisophenguts to the tickle of his tube and the twobble of his fable, O, fibbing once upon a spray what a queer and queasy spree it was. Plumped.

Which both did. Prompt. Eh, chrystal holder? Save Ampsterdampster that had rheumaniscences in his netherlumbs.

— By the drope in his groin, thinks the |3capon cappon3|, plumbing his liners, we were heretofore.

— And be the coop of his gobbos, thinks your girth fatter, apopo of his buckseaseilers, but where's Horace's courtin troopsers?

— I put hem behind the oasthouse, sagd Pukkelsen, tuning wound on the teller, appeased to the cue, that double dyode dealered, and he's wallowing awash swill of the Tarra water. And it marinned down his trompsathletic like the marousers of the gulpstroom. The kersse of Wolafs on him, he sagd in the fornicular, for I carsed his goat in trotthers behigh in the fire behame in the oasthouse. Hops! sagd he.

— Smoke and coke choke! lauffed till the tear trickled drown a thigh the loafers all but a sheep's whosepants that swished to the lord he hadn't and the starer his story was talled to who felt that such a satuation would empty dempty him down to the ground.
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— And hopy dope! sagd he, anded the enderer, now dyply hypnotised or hopeseys doper himself. And kersse him, sagd he, after inunder tarrapoulling, the screeder, the stitchimesnider, |3adepted to nosestorsioms in his buddin budinholder, sagd he,º3| which goes in the ways |3smooking publics, sagd he,3| bomboosting to be in thelitest civille row faction for a dubblebrasterd|3, navvygaiteredº (flick off that hvide aske, big head!)3|, sagd he, the bag of my hamd till hem, |3tollerloon,3| sagd he, |3with his |apudney |bpudnny pudnyb|a| bun brofkost when he walts meet the bangd. I will put his fleas of wood in the flour, and he sagd, behunt on the oatshus, the not wellmade one, sagd he,3| the kersse of my armsore appal this most ummentionablest of men (and, mundering eeriesk, if he didn't scalded him all the shimps names in his gitter!) a coathemmed gusset sewer, sagd he, |3his first cudgin is an innvalet in the unitred stables,º3| which is not feed
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tonights a kirtle |3offalfisk offal fisk,º3| and he is that worstered wastended shootmaker whatever poked a noodle in a clouth!

So for the second tryon all the meeting of the acarras had it. How he hised his bungle oar his shourter and cut the pinter off his pourer and lay off for Fjellagulphia in the farning. From his dhruimadhreamdhrue back to Brighten-pon-the-Baltic, from our lund's rund turs bag til threathy hoeres a wuke. Ugh!

— Stuff, Taaffe, stuff! interjoked it his wife's hopesend to the boath of them consistently. Come back to May Aileen.

|33| |3Ill Ild3| luck to it! blastfumed the nowraging scamptail in flating furies outs trews his cammelskins|s3, the flashlight of his ire wackering from the eyewinker on his masttops3|. And aye far he fared from Afferik Arena and yea near he night till Blawland Bearring, baken be the brazen sun buttered be |3the3| snows. And the sea shoaled and the saw squalled. And, soaking scupper, didn't he drain!

|3A pause.3|

Infernal machinery (seareel number: Bullysacre, dig care a dig) having thus passed the buck to |+3belly |xbelly billyx|+|3| back from jack (finder the keeper) as the baffling yarn sailed in circles it was now high tide for the reminding pair of snipers to be suitably punished like the pervious oelkenner done till they
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had liquorally no more powers to their elbow. Ignorinsers' bliss, therefore, their not to say rifle butt target, none too wisefolly, poor fish, |s3upholding th a lampthorne of lawstift as oned wand of welcome of to all men in bonafay,ºs3| discoastedself to that point of its Dublin bar where, breaking and entering, from the outback's dead heart, Glasthule Bourne or Boehernapark Nolagh, by wattsismade or bianconi, astraylians in island, a wellknown tall hat blown in between houses by a nightcap of that silk or it might be a black velvet and a kiber galler dragging his hunker were signalling gael warnings towards Wazwollenzee Haven to give them their beerings, east circular route or elegant central highway. Lifeboat |s3Loe Alloes3|, Noeman's Woe, Hircups |s3Emptybelly |xEmptybelly |shEmptybollysh|x|s3|! With winkles, whelks and cocklesent jelks. Let be buttercup eve lit by night in the Phoenix. |3Music.3| And old lotts have funn at Flammagen's ball. |s3Till Irinwakes from Slumber Deep.s3| How they succeeded by courting daylight in saving darkness he who loves will see.

Busimess. His bestness. Copeman helpen.


He cupped his years to catch me's to you in what's yours so as minest to hissent,
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blanding rum, milk and toddy with I hand it to you. Saying whiches, see his bow on the hapence, with a pattedyr but digit here, he scooped their hens, hounds and horses, biddy by bunny, with an arc of his covethand saved from the drohnings they might oncounter, intill his cubid long to hide in dry. |3Aside.3| Your sows tin the topple, dodgers, trink me dregs! Zoot!

And with the gush of a spring alice the fossickers and swagglers with him on the hoof from down under spiked forth desert roses in that mulligar scrub.

|3Reenter Ashe Junior. Gives fair day.º Cheroot. |aCheevio!a|3|

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Take off thatch whitehat (|3lo,3| Kersse come in back bespoking of loungeon off the Boildawl stumplecheats, dangieling his old Conan over his top gallant shouldier so was he'd like more look a novicer on the nevay).

— Tick off that whiltehot, you scum of a botch (of Kersse who, as he turned out, |3alas,3| had been mocking his hollaballoon a sample of the costume of the country).

— Tape oaf that saw foull and sew wrong, |3welsher,3| you suck of a thick stock and the udder, and confiteor yourself (|3for3| bekersse he had cuttered up and misfutthered in the most multiplest manner for that poor old bridge's masthard slouch a shook of cloakses the wise his own fitther couldn't nose him).

|3⇒ Chorus: With his coate so |agreye grayea|. And |athe hisa| pounds that he pawned from the burning.

3| And who did you do at doyle today, my horsey dorksey gentryman?

— Serge Mee, suit! sazd he, tersey kersey.

And |3he when Tersse had sazd this Kersse3| stood them the whole koursse of training how |3it3| the whole blazy raze ocurraghed|3, from lambkinsback to sliving board, and3| from spark to |3phoenix phoenish3|. And they peered him |3behold beheld3| on the pyre.

|3And it was so. Behold.3|

— Isn't that effect? gig for gag, asked there three |s3newcohnners newcommerss3| at the ones upon a topers who, while in admittance to that impedance, as three as they were there, they had been malttreating themselves to their health's contempt. |3

And it was so.3|

— That's fag for fig, confessed mhos for mhos those who, would it not be for that dielectrick, were upon the point of obsoletion and
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at the brink of, from the pillary of the Nilsens and from the statutes of the Kongbullies and from the millestones of Ovlergroamlius libitate nos, Domnial.

— And so culp me goose, he |3sasd sazd3|, |3szed3| the ham muncipated of the first course, recoursing, all cholers and coughs with his (+3bow |x|shbeauwsh|x|+)3|
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on the bummell, the bugganeering wanderducken, he |3sasd sazdº3| (that his pumps may ship awhoyle shandymound of the dussard), the coarsehair highsaydighsayman, |3there's nice tugs he looks (how you was, Ship Alouset?),º3| he |3sasd sazd3|, the bloedaxe bloodooth baltxebec, that is crupping into our raw lenguage navel through the lumbsmall of his hawsehole, he |3sayd sazd3|, donconfounder him, |3voyaging after maidens, |+belly jonah hunting the polly joans,+|3| and the kurss of all portnoysers befaddle him, he |3sasd sazd3|, till I split in his flags, he |3sasd sazd3|, |3one to one,3| the landslewder, after Donnerbruch |3fire, fire. |aReefer was a wenchman.a| |+One can smell off his wetsments how he is coming from a beach of promisck.+| Where is that old |+muttiny? muttiny,+| |a|+Shall shall+| I ask?a| |aAlouzet!a| Free kicks he will have |afrom me|+, turncoats,+| in Bar Bartleya| if I |awas warsa| a fewd years ago. Meistr Capteen Gaascooker|+, |athe aa| salestrimmer,+|!3| |3as As3| he was soampling me ledder, like pulp, and as I was trailing his fumbelums, like hulp, he'll fell the fall of me faus, he |3sasd sazd3|, like |3yulp, yulp.3| |3the The3| goragorridgorballyed pushkalsson, he |3sasd sazd3|, with his bellows pockets |3fulled of potchtatos |+and his fox in a stomach+|3|, a disagrees to his ramskew coddlelecherskithers' zirkuvs|3, drop down dead and deaf,3| and there is never a |3tailorman teilwrmans3| in the feof fife folks of Iseland |3or in the wholeabelongd of Skunkinabory3| from Drumadunderry till the rumnants of Mecckrass, could milk a colt in thrushes foran furrow follower width that camelump |s3back bakks3|.

Upon this dry call |s3of selenium cells3| with its doomed crack of the old damn ukonnen power insound it the lord of the saloom, as if for a flash salamagunnded himself, listed his tummelumpsk pack and hearinat presently returned him, ambilaterally alleyeoneyesed, from their uppletoned layir to his beforetime guests|3|+, that bunch of palers on |athe theira| round, timemarching and petrolling how,+|3| who if they were abound to loose a laugh (Toni Lampi, you booraascal!) they were abooned to let it as the leashed they might do when they felt |3|+(O, the wolf he's on the walk, sees his sham cram bokk!)+|3| their joke was coming home to them, the steerage way for stabling, ghustorily spoeking, gen and gang, dane and dare, like the dud spuk
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of his first foetotype (Trolldedroll, how vary and likely!), the fillibustered, the fullybellied, with the old sit in his shoulders and the new satin atlas onder his uxter, erning his breadth to the swelt of his proud and picking up the amberose of the lizod lights, his tail toiled of spume and spawn, and the bulk of him and the hulk of him, as
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whenever it was he reddled a ruad to riddle a rede from the sphinxish pairc while Ede was a guardin, ere love a side issue. They hailed him cheeringly, their encient, the murrainer, and |3Wallruse wallruse3|, the merman, ye seal that lubs you lassers, Thallasee or Tullafilmagh, when come of uniform age.

— Heave, coves, emptybloody!

And ere he could catch or hook or line to suit their sausyskins, the lumpenpack.

— Sot! sod the tailors opsits from their gabbalots. Change all that whole set. Shut down and shet up. Our set, our set's allohn.

And they poured em behoild on the fire. Scaald!

Rowdiose wodhalooing. Theirs is one lessonless missage for good and truesirs. Will any persen bereaved to be passent bringback or rumpart to the Hoved politymester. Clontarf, one love, one fear. Ellers|3, forº the greeter glossary of code,º3| callen hom: Finucane-Lee, Finucane-Law.

|3Am. Dg.3|

Welter focussed.

Wind from the nordth. Warmer towards muffinbell. Lull.

As our revelant Columnfiller predigted in last mount's chattiry sermon, the allexpected depression over Schiumdinebbia, a bygger muster of veirying precipitation, haralded by faugh sicknells (hear |s3kokkenhavens kokkenhovenss3| ekstras!) and umwalloped in an unusuable suite of clouds, having filthered trough the middelhav of the same gorgers' kennel on its wage wealthwards and incursioned a sotten retch of low pleasure, missed in some ports but with lucal drizzles, the outlook for tomarry (Streamstress Mandig) beamed brider, his ability good.

What hopends to they?

|3Giant crash in Aden. Birdflights confirm abbroaching nubtials.
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Burial of |aLifetenant-Gravener Lifetenant-Groevenera| Hatchett., R.I.D. Devine's Previdence.

|3Ls. De.3|

Art thou gainous sense uncompetite! Limited. Anna Lynchya Pourable! One and eleven. United We Stand, even many offered. Don't forget. I wish auspicable thievesdayte for the stork dyrby. It will be a thousanne's a won paddies. And soon to bet. On drums of bliss. With hapsalap troth, hipsalewd prudity, hopesalot honnessy, hoopsaloop luck. After when from midnights unwards the fourposter harp quartette. (Kiskiviikko, Kalastus. |3Torstai Torstaj3|, tanssia. |3Perjantai Perjantaj3|, peleja. |3Lavantai Lavantaj3| ja |3Sunnuntai Sunnuntaj3| christianismus kirjallisuus, kirjallisuus christianismus.) Whilesd this |s3pallover pellovers3| his finnisch.

— Comither, ahorace, |3thou mighty man of valour, elderman |aadaptivea| of Capel Ysnod,3| till I've fined you a faulter-in-law, |3to |abe becomea| your son-to-be,3| gentlemens tealer, generalman
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seelord, |3gosse and bosse, |ahunguest and horasa,a| (+|x|shjonjemsums bothsh|,ºx|+)3| szed the head |3marines3| talebearer, then sayd the ship's gospfather in the scat story to the husband's capture, and let |3lead laid3| pacts be being betving ye, he sayd, by my main makeskift, he sayd, one fisk and one flesk, as flat as, Estmand Edmondson you, you're iron slides and so hompety domp as Paddley MacNamara here he's a hardy canooter |3and if thou wilt serve Idyall as thou hast |asaild saylda|. And |ahe Gophara| sayd unto Glideon and3| sayd he to the nowwedding captain, the rude hunnerable Humphrey, comeether, sayd he, my merrytime |3mortimer marelupe3|, you wutan whaal, sayd he |3|+into the shipfolds of our quadrupedº island|sa,sa| |x|sh|ablessa| madhugh, mardyk, luusk and| |shWith Blass Neddos braysh|x|+|3|. And no more of your maimed acts after this
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or be the hooley (+3table |x|satabellsa|, |shas |saHorunread Horrockssa| Toler hath most cares to call it,sh|x|+)3| I'll rehearse your comeundermends |3|+and first mardhyr you entirely+|3|. As puck as that Paddeus picked the pun and left the lollies off the foiled. A Trinity judge will crux your boom. Pat is the man for thy. Ay ay!

|3(+|x|shAndº he pured him beheild of the ouishguss, mingling the sign of the|x|+)3|

— I popetithes thee, Ocean, sayd he, Oscarvaughther, sayd he, Erievikkingr, sayd he, intra trifum triforium trifoliorum, sayd he, forfor furst of the gielgaulgulls and hero chief explunderer of the clansakiltic, sayd he, the steamerer's mastress to the sea aasse cuddycoalman's, |3|+and let this douche for you as |aan all a whollya| apuzzler's and for all the pukkeleensº to the wakes of you, sayd he,+|3| out of the hellsinky of the howtheners and be danned to ye, sayd he, into our roomyo connellic relation, sayd he, in that the loyd mave hercy on your sael! Anomyn an awer. Spickinusand.

— Nansense, you snorsted? He was haltid agenst all religions overtrow so hworefore the pokker the bigbug storstore exploder would he be daadaaped by Priest Gudfadren of the sacredhaunt suit in Diaeblen-Balkley at Saint Petricksburg? But, ear this!
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— And here aaherra, my rere admirable peadar poulsen, sayd he, consistently, to the secondnamed sutor, my lately lamented sponsorship, tomkin about your lief eurekason and his undishcovery of americle, be the roaring forties, he sayd, and on my sopper crappidamn, as Harris himself says, here is the ninethest pork of a man whisk swimmies in Dybblin water from Ballscodden easthmost till Thyrston's Lickslip and, sayd he (whiles the heart of Lukky Swayn laughed in his icebox for to think of all the soorts of
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smukklers he would behave in juteyfrieze being forelooped to her), praties peel two hour goodsend Brandonius, |3filius of a Cara, spouse to Fynlogue,3| he has the nicesth pert of a nittlewoman in the house, a treasure astore for you, that he daughts upon of anny livving plusquebelle, |3to child and foster,3| titting out through her droemer window for the flyend of a touchman over the wishtas of English Strand when Kilbarrack bell pings saksalaisance that Concessas with Sinbads may (pong!), where our dollimonde sees the phantom shape of Mr Fortunatus Wright since winksome Miss Bulkeley made loe to her wrecker and he took her to be a rover, O, and playing house of ivary dower of gould and gift you soil me peepat my prize, which its a blue loogoont for her in a bleakeyed seusan if she can't give Norgeyborgey good airish timers, while her fresh racy turf is kindly kindling up the lovver with the flu, aidan bay seye and dye, aasbukividdy, twentynine to her dozen |3and3| coocoo
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him dildulcey dovely to his old cawcaws' huggin and munin for his strict privatear and beat his barge into a battering pram with her wattling way for cubblin and, sayd he, the marriage mixter, to Kersse|3, sonº of Joe Ashe,3| her coaxfonder, timkin abeat your Andraws Meltons and his lovsang of the short and shifty, |3|aI will turn my thinks to things alove anda| I will speak but threes ones, sayd he, my truest patrious goodfounterº,3| poles a port and zones asunder, tie up in hates and repeat at luxure, |3you can better your |atrueblue prodestined tooblue prodestinda| arson, |atiler tylera| bach,3| when it comes to the ride onerable, sayd he, |3and all needed for the lay, |adown to forkpiece and bucklecatch,ºa|3| in the pirvacy of the pirmanocturne, |3hap,3| sayd he (whiles the breath of Huppy |3Hullespont Hullespond3| swumped in his seachest for to renumber all the nights long roll and call of |3sweethearts sweetheart emmas3| that every had a port in |3from Coxenhagen till the brottels on the Nile3|), before Sing Mattins in the Fields, ringsengd ringsengd, for it's never dawn in the dark but the deed comes to life, |3upon the night of the things of the night of the |asetting up of making to stand upa| the double tet of the oversear of the seize who cometh from the mighty deep and on the night of making Horuse to crihumph over his enemy,3| be the holp of me cope as so pluse the riches of the roedshields, she will make a |3suomease3| pair and singlette, jodhpur smalls and tailerless |3(hip, hip, horatia!)3|, for my old comrhade Saltymar here, Briganteen-General Sir A. I. Magnus, the flappenooser, master of the good lifebark Ulivengrene of Onslought and the |s3homespumed homespunds3| of her hearth (Fuss his farther was the norse norse east and Muss his mother was a gluepot) and, gravydock or groovy anker, a hulldread
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pursunk manowhood, who he is the bettest bluffy blondblubber of an olewidgeon what overspat a skettle in a skib.

Cawcaught. Coocaged.

|3And Dub did glow that night. And it was dim upon the floods only and |ait therea| was day on all the ground.3|

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With her banbax hoist from holder zig for zag through pool and polder, cheap, cheap, cheap and Laughing Jack, all augurs scorenning, see the Bolche your pictures motion and Kitzy Kleinsuessmein eloping for that holm in Finn's Hotel Fiord, Nova Norenning. Where they pulled down the kuddle and they made fray and if thee don't look homey well that Dook can eye Mae.

He goat a berth. And she cot a manege. And whoth's gorse mundum ganna wedst.

Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The twwinns. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock.

The kilder massed, one then and uhindred (harefoot, birdyhands, herringabone, beesknees), and they barneydansked a kathareen round to know the who and to show the howsome. Why was you hiding, moder of moders? And where was hunty
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poppa the gun? Pointing up to skyless |3haven heaven3| like the spoon out of sergeantmajor's tay. Which was the worst of them phaymix cupplerts? He's herd of hoarding and her faiths is altared. Becoming ungoing their seeming sames for though that liamstone deaf do his part there's a windtreetop whipples the damp off the mourning. But tellusit allasif wellasits end. And the lunger it takes the swooner they tumble two. He knows he's just thrilling and she's sure she'd squeam. The threelegged man and the tulippied dewydress. Lludd hillmythey|3,3| we're brimming to hear. The durst he did and the first she ever? Peganeen Bushe|3,3| this isn't the polkar, catch as you cancan when high land fling! And you, Tommy Melooney, I'll tittle your |3parents barents3| if you stick that pigpin upinto meh!

So whoopsabout a plabbaside, poison kerls, from your |s3tarns,s3| thwaites and thorpes, withes, tofts and fosses, fells, haughs and shaws, lunds, garths and dales, mensuring the megnominous as so will is the littleyest, the myrioheartzed with toroidal coil, eira area round wantanajocky, fin above wave after duckydowndivvy, trader arm aslung beauty belt, the formor velican |s3blank andº nana karlikeenaºs3|, sommerlad and cinder and how Big Bil Brine Borumoter first took his gage at lil lolly lavvander waader and was it the twylyd or the mounth of the yare or the feint of her smell made the seomen assalt of her (in imageascene all: whimwhim whimwhim). |3for To3| the laetification of disgeneration by neuhumourisation of our kristianiasation. |3|shFor the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild mainº from Borneholm has jest come to|3|