1st typescript, 2 copies, 1937, II.2§4 draft level 3, 3+, 3'

MS British Library 47480 22-35; 37; private 13-27 Draft details

taff (a smart boy, thirty |3|shseven,sh| two eleven,º3| looking through the roof privious to his hoisting of an emergency umberolla |3in byway of |aparaguasticala| solation to the rhyttel in his hedd3|): All was flashning and krashning blurty moriartsky blutcherudd? Tell ever so often?

butt (|3mottledged youth,3| |3clerical appearance, clergical appealance,3| who is supposing to |3be motto3| the sorry |3jester dejester or to daye in his accounts3|): |3But da. But dada.3| Till even so aften. Sea vaast a pool!

taff (porumptly helping himself out by the cesspull with a yellup |3yurrup yurrup,º3| puts up his furry furzed hare): |3Butly bitly.3| Humme to our mounthings. Conscribe him tillusk, unt, |3in his jubalant tubalence,º3| the grandsapper, with his soilday site out on his moulday side in. |3The gubernier-gerenal in laut-lievtonant of Baltiskeeamore!º3| Endues paramilintary |3langdwage, langdwage. Sling Stranaslang, how |+Malorazzia Malorazzias+| spikes |+her. her, coining a speak a spake!º+|3| |3the Theº3| good old gunshop monowards for manosymples. |3They did oak hay doe fou Changlui Chang-li-meng when that man d'airain b was big top tom saw tip side bum boss. Ajuculate! Ajaculate! All lea light!3| And may he be too an intrepidation of our dreams which we foregot at wiking when the morn hath razed our limpalove and the bleakfrost chilled our ravery. |3Pook. Singching Sing ching lew mang!3| Lets hear in remember the braise of. Hold!

butt (|3drawling forth from his blousom,3| switches on his gorsecopper's |3fling |saveitoheito weitoheitosa|3| |3langthorn langthorn,3| fed up the grain oils of Aerin |3while his laugh neighs banck like as
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|athata| flashermind's rays |aand his lippones lipponease longuewedge wambles
a|3|): Ullahbluh! |3Sehyoh narar, pokehole sann! Manhead very dirty by am anoyato.3| Like old Dolldy Icon when he cooked up his iggs in bicon. Bog carsse and dam mat, sar! Limbers affront of him, lumbers behund. He was enmivallupped. |3Chromean fastion. With all his cannoball wappe |+wappent wappents+|.3| In his raglanrock and his malakoiffed bulbsbyg and his varnashed roscians and his cardigan's blousejagged and his scarlett manchokuffs and his treecoloured camiflags and his perikopendulous gaelstorms. |3Here weeks hire pulchers!3| From Karrs and Polikoff's, the men's |3confectioners confessioners3|. |3Seval shimars pleasant time payings. Mousoumeselles buckwoulds look. |aTenter and |bliklings likelingsb|.a|3|
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taff (his starseers razzledazzlingly full of eyes, full of balls, full of holes, full of buttons, full of stains, full of medals, full of blickblackblobs): |3Grozarktic!3| Toadlebens! Some |3garmentman garmentguy3|! |3Insects appalling low |ahim huma| clang sin! |aA cheap decoy! Too deep destroy!a|3| Say mangraphique, may say nay par daguerre!

butt (|3if that he hids foregodden has nate of glozery3| his spent fish's livid smile giving allasundery the bumfit of the doped): Come alleyou! A bear raigning in his heavenspawn consomation robes. Then he st stoo stoopt. Lookt.

taff |3'(strich struchº strangling to merubmerº by the cycl of the cruize who strungled Attahilloupa with what empoisoned El Monte de Zuma and failing that he was pallups barnº in the Krumlin befodt he was popsoused into the vatercan, makes the holypolygon of the emt on the greaseshaper):3'| Scutterer of guld! The so so |3sown sewn3| of a fitch! With his walshbrushup?

butt (pointing out impassible abjects such as the |3Dublian Djublian3| Alps and the Hoofd |3Riviera Ribeiro3|): Here furry glunn. Their feery pass. And the buddies behide in the byre. Allahblah!

taff (he stroves to regulect all the |3struggles straggles3| for wife in the rut of the past |3through the |shwidnows in effigies keening after the blank sheets in their faminy,sh| to the relix of old decency from over draught3|): O day of rath! Ah, murther of mines! Beirnesson MacMahahon from Osro bearing nose easger on his swooth prowl!

butt (back to his petrol pump: |3swee Gee's wee rest:3| no more applehooley: dodewodedook): Bruinoboroff, the hooneymoonger, and the grizzliest manmichal in Meideveide. |3Guards, serf Finnland, serve we all!3|

taff (illcertain where he sees Bishop Ribboncake going forth on his visitations of mirrage or Miss Horizon on the curve of the camber unsheathing a showlaced limbaloft to the great consternations): Divulge! See that we soll or let thee be luna as strait a way as your ant's folly me line while ye post is goang from Piping Pubwirth to Haunted Hillborough as my farst is near to hear and my sackend is meet to sedon while my whole's a peer's
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aureolies. Bang on the booche, gurg in the gorge, rap on the roof and your flap is unbu...

butt (playing the spool of the little brown jog round the wheel of her whang goes the miller): Buckily buckily, blodestained boyne! Bimbambombumb! Why the gigls he lubbed beeyed him.

taff (obliges with a two stop |3yogacoga3| symphothy on the bones for ivory girl and ebony boy): The balacleivka! Trovatarovitch! I trumble!

butt (with the sickle of a scygthe but the humour of a hummer, O, fumfing to this wallowing olfact): Mortar martar, tartar wartar! Piffpaff for puffpuff and my pife |s3or fors3| his cgar!

taff (awary that the first sports report |3of Loundin Reginald3| has now been afterthoughtfully colliberated by a saggind spurts flash, takes the dipperend direction and orients by way of sagittarius towards Draco on the Lour): You had just been cerberating a camp camp camp to Saint Sepulchre's march through the armeemonds retreat with the boys all marshalled,
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scattering giant's hail over the curseway, fellowed along the rout by the stenchions of the corpse. If you please, commeylad! Think some ingain think! A forward movement and despatch!

butt (slinking his coatsleeves over his mutton shoulder so as to loop more life the jauntlyman as he scents the anggreget yup behound their whole scoopchina's desparate noys' totalage and explaining aposteriorly how he was in a greak esthate phophiar an erixion on the soseptuple side of him made spoil apriopi his popoporportiums): Yass, I don't think I did not. Never you brother me for I scout it, thunk you! Ichts nichts on nichts. Of all the quirasses and all the quaremin in the tragedoes of those antiants their grandoper, smooking his scandleloose at botthends of him! I thinked about the itch in his egondoom he was legging boldylugged to salubrate himself |3by with3| an ultradungs heavenly mass at his base by the perished popes|3,3| the reverend and allaverred cromlecks|3,º3| and when I heard his lewdbrogue reciping his cheateary gospeds |3I thought he was only |aafter his haftara having afterhisa| brokeforthsº but3| I was bibbering |3with vear3| a few versets off, fooling |3for fiorgº3| for my fifth foot. Of manifest 'tis obedience and the. Flute!
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taff (|3jotning in, hapagodlap,3| with a pique at his cue and a |3pip tyr3| in his |3eye, eye3| and a |3bend bond3| of his back and a croak in his cry as did jolly well harm lean o'er him): |3Is not athug who would.3| Papaist! |3Take the cawraidd'sº blow!3| Your partridge's last!

butt (|3difficultou3| he |3changes colours changecors3| as he is lefting the gat out of the |3bog: big:3| his face glows green, his hair greys white, his bleyes bcome broon to suite his |3celtic cultic3|
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twalette): But when I seeing him fetch along within hail, that tourrible tall, and attempting like a brandylogged rudeman cathargic, lugging up and laiding down his livepelts so cruschinly |3like Mebbuck at Messar3| and expousing his old skinful self tailtottom by manurevring in open ordure to renewmurature with the |3cows cowruads3| in their airish pleasantry, I thanked he was recovering breadth from some herdsquatters beyond the carcasses and I couldn't erver nerver to tell a liard story not |3I |aif ofa| I knew the prize |aof ifa|3| from lead or alimoney. But when I got |3in occupation inoccupation3| of a full view of his |3old3| basemiddelism, |3missing3| pagne pogne, and caught the pfierce |3smell tsmell3| of his aurals |3like Peder the Grasteº3|, my bill it forsooks allegiance (gut bull it!) and I was babbering bibbelboy tob tob tob beat |3it it. |shClummensy if ever misused, must used you's now!sh|3| |3but But, meac coolp Coolp,3| I adn't the arts to.

taff |3(|shas a marrer off act he is preposingsh| to see him pluggy well moidered as a murder effect before he doze |asozea|):3| You hidn't the hurts? |3Vott Fonn!3|

butt (hearing somrother sudly give tworthree peevish sniff sniff snoores like falseleep he waitawhishts to see might he stirs and then goes on without asking for pepeace or anysing a soul): I met with whom it was too late. My fate! O hate! Fairwail! And think of that when you smugs to bagot!

taff (who meanwhilome |3|shat yarn's lengthsh|3| had been |3lavishing lavishing,º lagan on lighthouse,3| words of silentgolden power upon the repleted speechsalver's innkeeping right which, there can be little doubt, have resulted in another guidness, my good, to see): |3|aBonpromifazzio! Bompromifazzio!a|3| To |3bog bug3| at?

butt (he whipedoff's his chimbley phot as he takecups the communion of sense at the hands of the foregiver of trosstpassers and thereinofter centellinates, that potifex miximhost |3with haruspical hospedariatyº3| proferring into his pauses somewhog salt bacon): blank

taff (whiles they all are bealting pots for old daddam dombstom to tomb and wamb humbs lumbs agamb, glimpse agam, glance agen, rise up road and hive up hill, and find |3you your3| pollyvoulley foncey pitchin ingles in the parler): Since you are on for versingrhetorish, say your piece! Not |3off song offgott affsang3| |3are is3| you, buthbach? |3Ath yetheredayth noth endeth, thayº?3| Vaersegood! Buckle to! |3The fourscore soculums are watchyoumaycodding. Harkabuddy, feign! Thingman placeyear howed wholst |asumwom somwoma| shimwhir tinkledinkledelled.3| Shinfine deed in the myrtle of the bog tway fainmain stod op to slog, free bond men lay lurkin on. 'Twill be a nice change, arrah, sir? |3Can you come it, |abud budda|?3|
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butt (who in the cushlows of his |3heart goodsforseeking hoarth3| is a niallist of the ninth homestages, the babybell in his baggutstract upper going off allatwanst |3begad3| lest he should challenge himself |3bygoad3| till angush): Horrasure|3, toff3|! Hittit was
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of a white horsday |3roughnow3| |3after along about3| the first equinarx in the |s3killender cholonders3|, |3|ain the plain of Khorason as thou goest from the mount of Bekel, elve hundred and therety and to years, end in deed,a| when we sight the beats,º3| moist moonful date man ever held death with, and higheye was in the Reilly Oirish Kerssonese Milesia good tomkeys years somewhile in Crimealian wall samewhere in Ayerland during me weeping stillstumms over the freshprosts of Eastchept and the dangling garters of Marrowbone and daring my wapping stiltstunts on Bostion Moss, old stile and new style and heave a lep onwards. And winn again or lues the day, plays goat the banshee pealer, the great day come San Patrisky and the grand day go Sixt of the Ninth, the heptahundread annam dammias that |3Hajizj Hajizfijjiz |atold tellsºa| me3| is and will and was be till the timelag is in it |3that3| that's told to columnkill all the prefacies of Erin gone brugk. But I cantenue. And |3incommixtin incommixtion3|. |3We was lowsome like till we'd took out after the dead beatsº. So I begin to study and I soon show them day's reasons how to give the cold shake and lay one over the beats. All feller he look he call all feller come longa villa finish. |aTombalo Toumbaloa|, how was I acclapadad!3| Gidding up me anti vanillas and getting off the stissas me aunties. And swiping a johnnydann sweept for to exercitise myself neverwithstanding his roaming cartridges all over Crummwilliam wall. Be the why it was me who haw haw.

taff (|3all for letting his tinder and lighting be put to beheissº in the feuer and3| still smolking his fulvurite turfkish in the rooking pressance of
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laddios): Yaa hoo how how |3, col3|? |3Worn't you aid a comp?3|
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butt (|3in his difficoltous tresdobremient,3| he feels like a baddlefall of staot but falls for a borrlefull of bare): |3And me awlphul omegrims!3| Between me rassociations in the |3postleadeny3| past and me disconnections with |3the futule a pervious a p aplombperviousº futules3| I've a boodle full of maimeries in me buzzim |3and medears runs sloze, bleime,3| as I now recoil in (how the thickens they come back to one to rust!) me misenary post for all them old boyars that's now boomaringing in waulholler, me alma marthyrs. I think to them, bycorn spirits fuselaiding, even where its contentsed water. Junglemen in agleement, I give thee our greatly swooren, Theoccupant the First, the Thronefollower and all our royal devouts with the arrest of the whole inhibitance of Neuilands! One brief mouth. Meould attashees, the currgans (if they could get a kick at this time for all that's hapenced to us!), Cedric |3MacGormley said Gormleyson3| and Danno O'Dunnochoo and Conno O'Cannochar, for we were all barracksers in Kong Gores Wood together, thurkmen three, with |3those |akhakirinettes khakireinettesa|,3| our miladies in their toileries|3, the twum plumyumnietcies |a|b(Vieras Vienaskayas) (Vjeras Vjenaskayas)ºb|a| of old Djadja |aUnken Unckena| who was a great mark for |ajincking jinkinga| and junking,3| |3for toº3| the palposes of |3wulmth womth and wamth3|, we war, and the charme of their light brocade. Help, help, |3hussars huzzars3|! |3Freetime's free!3| Up Lancesters! Anathem!

taff (passing the uninational truthbosh in smoothing irony over the multinotcheralled infructuosities of his grinner set): |3|aThe rib, the rib, the quean of oldbyrdes!º |bSin Sinya Sonyavitches!b|a| Your Rhoda Cockardes that |aare raday toa| embraseº our |+ruddy+| inflamtry world! Till they've
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kinks in their tringers and boils on their toes.
3| |3Where doth Whor dor3| the |3pain pene3| lie, |3Mr Pench Mer Pencho3|? Ist dramhead countmortial or gonorrhal stab? Mind your pughs and keoghs now, if you |3piggots. piggots, marsh! For zahur and zimmerminnes! Singº the chorias to the ethur!º3|

butt (with a gisture expansive of Mr Lhugewhite Cadderpollard with sunflawered beautonhole pulled up point blanck by mailbag mundaynism at Oldbally Court |3though the hissindensity |aof backfarº ofa| his melovelance tells how when he was fast marking his first lord for cremation the whyfe of his bothem was the very lad's thing to elter his mehind3|): |3Prostatates, |apoojealousties pujealoustiesa|! |aDovolnoisomes Dovolnoisersa|, prayshyous!3| Defense |3in every circumstancias3| of deboutcheries |3in no3| the chaste daffs! Be at the |3peine peme, prease,3| of not forgetting or mere betoken yourself to |3flight hother prace3|! Correct me for cossakes but I abjure of it. |3No more basquibezigues for
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this one! With askormiles' eskermillas.
3| I had my billyfell of duckish delights with their toes in my |3kidneys kiddeneys3| and my ramsbutter in their sassenacher ribs when th'osirian cumb dumb like the whalf on the fiord and we |3praying preying players and pinching peacesmokes, troupkers tomiatskyns all,3| for Father Petrie Spence to go and leave us |3and the crimsend daun to shellalite on the darkumen (scene as signed, Slobabogueº)3|, feeding and sleeping on the huguenottes |3(the snuggest spalniel's where the lieon's tame!)3| and raiding revolations over the |3allbegneses allbegeneses3| (sand us and saint us and sound as agun). Yet still in all|3, spit for spat, every warson wearrier kaddies a komnate in his schnapsack and3| unlist I am getting foegutfulls of the rugiments of |3savaliged3| wildfire I was gamefellow willmate and send
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us victorias with nowells and brownings, dumm, sneak and curry, and all the fun I had in their fanagan's week. A strange man wearing abarrel. And here's a gift of meggs |3and teggs3|. And as I live by chipping nortons. And 'tis iron fits the farmer, ay. |3Arcdesedo! Renborumba!º3| Them were the hellscyown days for our fellows|3, the loyal leibsters,3| and we was the |3redugout3| rawrecruitioners, |3praddies three and prettish too,3| one long blue streak with hand to hand as Homard Kayenne was always jiggilyjugging about in his |3windowed wendowed3| courage when our way with the wenches went wined for a song|3, while Woodbine Willy Willie|a, our Chorney Choplain,a| blued the air3|. |3Banzaine! Bissbasses! S. Pivorandbowl!º3| And we all tuned in to hear the topmast |3noviality, noviality. Up the revels,º3| drown the rinks and almistips all round. Paddy Bonhamme he vives! Encore! And tig for tag. I did not give |3to3| one humpenny dump touching those thusengaged slavey generales|3, the meelisha's deelishas,3| pronouncing their very flank movemens in |3sunprettysbosk sunpictorsbosk3|. |3Iº could always take good cover of myself.3| |3And And,º3| eyedulls or earwakers, preyers for rain or comminations, I did not care three tanker's hoots |3(sham,!º hem! or chaffit!º)3| for any feelings from my lifeprivates on their reptrograd
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leanins because I have |3Their Honours booth3| my |3respectables3| soeurs |3assisters assistershood |afrom offa| Lyndhurst Terrace3| and she can belle the troth on her alliance and I know |3His Heriness3| my |3respeaktoble3| |3medam colonel medams culonelle on Mellay Street3| and they would never |3as the amies of servation3| let me down. |3Not on your bludgerº life!, |atoutsies! touters!a| No peeping, pimpadoors!3| And I never |3went wrong nor3| let him doom till|3,º risky wark rasky wolk,3| up come stumblebum
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|3|a(ye olde cottemptable!)a|, his urssian gemenal, |ain his scutt's rudes unreformeda|3| with the same old domstoole story |3and his upleave the fallener as is greatly to be petted3| (whitesides do his beard!) and I seen his |3brichashert'sº3| offensive |3vi vise a vise them scharlot runners3| (odious! |3the flurtation of it!) justº maddeling he was!3|) and, my oreland for a |3roliver rolvever3|, by the splunthers of colt and bung goes the enemay, the Percy rally got me, sir. |3I And after meath the dulwich. We3| insurrectioned and|3, be the procuratress of the hory synnotts,3| I |3shuttm. shuttm, missus, |a|bthe like ab| wide sleever!a| Hump to dump!3| Tumbleheaver!

taff (|3camelsensing that the volkar |aboastsong boastsunga| is heading to sea vermelhion but3| too wellbred not to ignore the unzemlianess of the preceedings, in an effort towards autosotorisation effaces himself in favour of the idiology alwise behounding his |s3lumpys3| bump off homosodalism |3which means that if he has lain amain to lolly his liking he may |apopsa| lilly a young one to his herth3|): |3|aHoly Oholya| rasher,3| |3I'm believer. I'm believer!º3| And |3Oho3| |3ballyclaver bullyclaver3| of ye, |3bragadore-gunneral. bragadore-gunneral!3| The grand |3old ohold3| spider! |3Ah,3| |3You youº3| were shutter reshottus and sieger besieged. |3A Aha3| race of fiercemarchands |3countre a nation counterination3| of shorpshoopers.

butt (miraculising into the Dann Deafir |3warcry as warcry as,sh| his bigotes bristling3| he shouts his thump and |3feeh fauh3| foul fingures up the heighohs of their ahs!): Bluddymuddymuzzle! Kaptan (backsights to his bared!), His |3Cumbulent3| Embulence the frustrate
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fourstar Russkakruscan, Dom Allaf O'Khorwan, |3connunderumcheff connundurumchuffº3|.

taff (|3who who, asbestas can,3| has been sulphuring to |3himself himsalves3| all the pungataries
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of sin praktice in failing to furrow theogonies of the dommed): And the name of the most marsiful, the gragious one! In sobber sooth and in souber civiles? And to the dirtiment of the curtailment of his |3lower all of3| man? |3|aNatshoh? Notshoh?a|3|

butt (|3maomentº scoffin, but apoxyomenously3| deturbaned but |3he thems bleachin banes3| will be after making a bashman's haloday out of |3the euphoriousº hagiohygiecynicism3| his die and be diademmed): |3Yastsar!3| In sabre tooth and sombre saviles! |3Senonnevero!3| That he leaves nyet is my grafe. |3For when |ameseemem meseemimº a| beheaving upº that sob of turv for to weepimselp. |aProndo! Prronto!a|3| With my bow on armer and hits leg an arrow cockshock |3hoodrobin rockrogn3|. |3|aSparo! Sparro!ºa|3|

taff (|3skimperskamper,3| his |3wool wools3| gatherings all over cromlin what with the birstol boys artheynes and is it her tour |3and the crackery of the fivefirerms and the crockery of their domn chambers3|): |3Wathallthebulbs Wathallº thubulbs intheaires?! |aupintheaires! uptheaires?ºa|3| Shattamovick?

butt (pulling alast stark daniel |3with alest doog at doorak3| |3while while, too greater than pardon,º3| painfully, the issue of his mouth diminuendoing, |3vility of vel vilities,3| he |3becomes becomes, allasvitally,3| faint): Shurenoff. |3Like Faun MacGhoul.3|