Houyhnhnm Press (Mousehole: 2010) II.4§2

Edited by Danis Rose and John O'Hanlon (details)

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º Three quarks for Muster Mark!º
Sure he hasn't got much of a bark
And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.

But,º Oº Wreneagle Almighty,º wouldn't un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmerstown Park?
Hohohoho,º moulty Mark!º
You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark
And you think you're cock of the wark.

Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark
That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without even
º winking the tail of a feather
And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!

That song sang seaswans. The winging ones, overhoved, shrillgleescreaming.º Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercailzieº. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big kuss of Trustan with Usolde.

Andº thereº they were too, when it was dark, whiltesº the wildcaps was circling, as slow their ship, the winds aslight, upborne the fates, the wardorse moved, by courtesy of Mr Deaubaleau Dowbellowº Kaempersally, listening in, as hard as they could, in Dubbeldorp, the donker, by the tourneyold of the wattarfialls, withº their vuoxens and they kemin in so hattajocky (only a quarterbuckº askull for the last acts)º to the solans and the sycamores and the wild geese and the gannets and the migratories and the mistlethrushesº and the auspices and all the birds of the rockbysuckerassousyoceanal sea, all four of them, all sighing and sobbing, and listening. Moykle ahoykling!

Theyº were the big four, the four maaster wavesº of Erin, all listening,º four. There was old Matt Gregory and then besides old Matt there was old
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Marcus Lyonsº, the four waves, and oftentimes they used to be saying grace together, right enough, bausnabeatha, in Miracle Squeer:º here now we are the four of us: old Matt Gregory and old Marcus and old Luke Tarpey: the four of us and,º sure, thank God, there are no more of us: and, sure now, you wouldn't go and forget and leave out the other fellow and old Johnny MacDougall: the four of us and no more of us and so now pass the fish for Christ'º sake, Amen: the way they used to be saying their grace before fish, repeating itself, after the interims of Augusburgh,º forº auld lang syne. And so thereº they were, with their palms in their hands, like the pulchrum's proculs, spraining their ears, luistening and listening to the oceans of kissening, with their eyes glistening, all the four, when he was kiddling and cuddling and bunnyhugging scrumptious his colleen bawn and dinkum belle, an oscar sister, on the fifteen inch loveseat, behind the chieftainessº stewardess'sº cabinº, the hero, of Gaelic champion, the onliest one of her choice, her bleaueyedeal of a girl's friend, neither bigugly nor smallnice, meaning pretty much everything to her thenº, with his sinister dexterity, lightandrufthandlingº vicemversem her ragbags et assaucyetiamsº, fore and aft, on and offsides, the brineburntº sexfutter, handson and huntsem, that was palpably wrong andº bulbubly improper,º and cuddling her and kissing her, tootyfay charmaunt,º in her ensemble of maidenna blue, with an overdress of net,º tickled with goldies, Isolamisola,º and whisping and lisping her about Trisolanisans, how one was whips for one was two and two was lips for one was three, and dissimulating themself, with his poghue like Arrah-na-poghue,º the dear dear annual,º they all four rememboredº Whoº made the world andº how they used to be at that time in the vulgar eraº cuddling and kiddling her, after an oyster supper in Cullen's barn, from under her mistlethrush and kissing and listening, inº the good old bygone days of Dion Boucicault, the elder, in Arrah-na-poghueº, in the otherworld of the passing of the key of Twotongue Common, with Nush, the carrierº of the word, and with Mesh, the cutter of the reed, in one of the farbackº pitchblack centuriesº when Whoº made the world, whenº they knew O'Clery,º the man on the door, when they were all four collegians on the nod,º neer the Nodderlands Nurskery, whiteboys and oakboys, peep of tim boys and piping tom boys, raising hell while the sin was shining, with their slates and satchels, playing Florian's fables and communic suctions and vellicar frictions with mixum members, in the Queen's Ultonian colleges, along with another fellow, a prime number, Totius Quotius, and paying a pot of tribluts to Boris O'Brien, the buttler of Clumpthump, two looves, two turnovers plus (one) crown, to see the mad dane ating his vitals. Wulf! Wulf!º And throwing his tongue in the snakepit. Ah ho!º The ladies have mercias! It brought the dear
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prehistoric scenes all back again, as fresh as of yore, Matt and Marcus, natural born lovers of nature, in all her moves and senses, and after that now there he was, that mouth of mandiblesº vowed to pure beauty, and his Arrah-na-poghue, when she murmurously, after she let a cough, gave her firm order, if he wouldn't please mind, for a sings to one hope a dozen of the best favourite lyrical national blooms in Luvillicit, though not too much, reflecting on the situation, drinking in draughts of purest air serene and revelling in the great outdoors, before the four of them, in the fair fine night, whilst the stars shine bright, by she light of he moon, we longed to be spoon, before her honeyoldloonº, the plaint effect being in point of fact there being in the wholeº a seatuition so shocking and scandalous and now, thank God, there were no more of them and he poghuing and poghuing like the Moreigner bowed his crusted hoed and Tilly the Tailor's Tugged a Tar in the Arctic Newses Dagsdogs number and there they were, like a foremasters in the rolls, listening,º to Rolando's deepen darblun Ossian rollº (Lady, it was just too gorgeous, that expense of a lovely tint, embellished by the charms of art and very well conducted and nicely mannered and all the horrid rudy noisies locked up in nasty cubbyhole!),º as tired as they were, the three jolly topers, with their mouths watering, along with the other fellow,º so pass the poghue for Christ' sake,º Amen. Listening andº poghuing and watering,º all the four, the old connubial men of the sea, yambing around with their old pantometer, in duckasaloppics, Luke and Johnny MacDougall,º andº all wishening for anything at all of the bygone times, the wald times and the fald times and the hempty times and the dempty times, for a cup of kindness yet, for four farback tumblerfuls of woman squash, with them, all four, listening and spraining their earsº for the millennium and all their mouths making water.

Johnny.º Ah well, sure, that's the way (up) and it so happened there was poor Matt Gregory (up), their paterfamiliasº, and (up) the others and now really and (up) truly they were four dear old heladiesº and really they looked awfully pretty and so nice and bespectableº with their grey half a tall hat and tailormade frock coatº and after that they had their fathomglasses to find out all the fathoms and their half a tall hat, just now like the old Merquus of Pawerschoof, the determined oldº despot (quiescents in brage!),º only for the extrusion of theº saltwater or the auctioneer there dormont, in front of the place near O'Clery's, at the darkumound numbur wan, beside that ancient Dameº street, where theº statue of Mrs Dana O'Connell, prostituent behind the Trinity College, that arranges all the auctions of the valuable colleges,º Bootersbay Sisters, like the auctioneer Battersbyº Sisters, the prumisceous creaters, that sells all the emancipated statues and flowersports,º
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James H. Tickell, the jaypee, off Hoggin Green, after he made the centuries, going to the tailturn horseshow, before the angler nomads flood, alongº with another fellow, active impalsive, and the shoeblacksº and the redshanks and plebeians andº the barrancos and the cappunchers childerun, Jules, Franz, Xavies and Polidors,º everyone, Gotopoxy, with the houghers on them, highsteppingº the fissure and fracture lines, seven five threes up, three five sevens down, to getº out of his way, onasmuck as their withers conditions could not possibly have been improved uponº (praisers be to deeseesee!),º like hopolopocattlsº erumping oround their Fudgityº Yaman, and all the tercentenaryº horses and priesthunters, from the Curragh, andº confusionaries and the authorities, Noord Amrikaans and Suid Aferican cattleraiders (so they say) all over like a tiara dullfuoco, in his grey half a tall hat and his amber necklace and his crimson harness and his leathern jib and his cheapskeinº hairshirt and his scotobrit sash and his parapelagianº gallowglasses (how do you do, jaypee?º Elevato!), forkbearded and bluetoothed and bellied and boneless, from Strathlyffe and Aylesburyº and Northumberland Anglesey,º to find out all the improper colleges (and how do you do, Mr Dameº James? Get out of my way!), especially he being amphotically the right man in the right place,º the whole yaghoodurt sweepstakings and all the horsepowers. But now, talking of hayastdanars and wolkingology and how our seaborn isle came into exestuanceº (the explutor, his three andesiters and the two pantellarias),º that reminds me about the manausteriums of the poor Marcus of Lyons and poor Johnny, theº patrician, and what do you think of the four of us and there they were now, listening right enough, the four saltwater widowers, and all they could remembore, long long ago in the olden times Momonian, throw darker hour sorrows, the princest day, when Fair Margrate waited Swede Villem, and Lally in the rain, with the blank prints, now extincts, after the wreak of Wormans' Noe, whyº the barmaisigheds, when my heart knew no care, and after that then there was the official landing ofº Lady Jales Casemate, inº the year of the flood 1132 S.O.S., and the christening of Queen Baltersby, the Fourth Buzzersbee, according to Her Grace the bishop,º alderwomanº J. P. Biskop,º Senior, off the whate shape, and then there was the drowning of Pharoah and all his pedestrians and they were all completely drowned into the sea, the red sea, and then poor Merkin Cornyngwham, theº official outº of the castle on pension, when he was completely drowned off theº Erin Islesº at that time, Suirº knows, in the red sea and a lovely mourning paper and thank God, as Saman said, there were no more of him. And that now was how it was. The arzurian deeps o'er his humbodumbones sweeps. And his widdy the giddy is wreathing her murmoirs as her gracest triput to the Grocery Trader's Manthly.
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Mind mand gunfree by Gladeys Rayburn!º Runtable's Reincorporated. The new worldº presses. Where the old conk cruised now croons the yunk. Exeoncº throw a darras Kram of Llawnroc, ye gink guy, kirked into yord. Enterest attawonder Wehpen, luftcat revol, fairescapading in his natsirt. Tuesy tumbles. And mild aunt Liza is as loose as her neese. Fulfest withim inbrace behent. As gent would deem oncontinent. So mulct per wenche is Elsker woed. Ne hath his thrysting. Fin. Like the newcasters in their old plyable of A Royenne Devowsº. Jazzaphoney and Mirillovis and Nippy she nets best. Fing. Ay, ay!º Sobbos. And so he was. Sabbus.

Marcus. And after that, not forgetting, there was the Flemish armada, all scattered, and all officially drowned, there and then, on a lovely morning, after the universal flood, at about elevenº thirtytwo (was it?)º off the coast of Cominghome and Saint Patrick, the anabaptist, and Saint Kevin, the lacustrian, with toomuch of tolls and lottance of beggars, after convertingº Porterscout and Dona, our first marents, andº Lapoleon, the equestrian, on his whuite hourse of Hunover, rising Clunkthurf over Cabinhogan,º and all they remembored and then there was the Frankish floot of Noahsdovahs,º from Hedalgoland, round about the freebutter year of Notre Dame 1132 P.P.C.º or so, disumbunking from under Motham-generalº Bonabocheº (noo poopery!) in his half a grey traditional hat, alevoila come alevilla, and after that there he was, so terrestrial,º like a Nailscissos,º cuddling andº poghuing her scandalous and very wrong, the maid, in single combat,º under the sycamores, amid the bladderingsº from the boom,º and all the gallowsbirds in Arrah-na-poghueº, so silvestrious, neer the Queen's Colleges, in 1132 Brian or Bride street, behind the century man on the door. And then again they used to give the grandest gloriaspanquost universal howldmoutherhibbert lectures on anarxaquy out of doxarchology (hello, Hibernia!) from sea to sea (Matt speaking!) according to the pictures postcard, with sexon grimmacticals, in the Latimer Roman history, of Latimer repeating himself, from the vicerine of Lord Hugh,º the Lacytynant, till Bockley shutsº the rahjahn gerachknell and regnumrockery roundupº (Marcus Lyons speaking!) to the oceanfuls of collegians green and high classes and the poor scholars and all the old trinitarian senate and saints and sages and the Plymouth brethren, droning along, peanzanzangan, and nodding and sleeping away there, like forgetmenots, in her abijance service, round their twelve tables, per pioja at pulga bollas, in the four trinity colleges, for earnasyoulearning inº Eringrowback, of Ulcer, Moonster, Leanstare and Cannought, the four grandest colleges supper the matther ofº Erryn, of Killorcure and Killthemall and Killeachother and Killkelly-on-the-Flure, where their role was to rule the round roll that Rollo and Rullo rolled round. Those were theº
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grandest gynecollege histories (Lucas calling, hold the line!) in the Janesdanes Lady Andersdaughter Universary, for auld acquaintance sake (this unitarian lady, breathtaking beauty, Bambam's bonniest, lived to a great age at or in orº about the late No.º 1132 or No. 1169, bis,º Fitzmary Round, that eredwellers' afterliving,º where sheº was seen by many and widely liked) for teaching the Fatima Woman history of Fatimiliafamilias, repeating herself, on which purposeth of the spirit of nature as divinelyº developed in time by psadatepholomy, the past and present (Johnny MacDougall speaking, give me trunks, miss!) and present and absent and past and present and perfect arma virumque romanoº. Ah, dearoº dear! O weep for the hower when eve aleaves bower! How it did but all come eddaying back to them, if they did but get gaze, gagagniagnian, to hear him there, kissing herº and cuddling her, afterº the gouty old galahat, with his peer of quinnyfears and his troad of thirstuns, so nefarious, from his elevation of one yard one handard and thartytwo lines, before the four of us, in his Roman Catholic arms, while his deepseepeepers gazed and sazed and dazecrazemazed into her dullokbloon rodolling olosheen eyenbowls by the Cornelius Nepos. Mnepos. Anumque. Umque.º Napoo.

Queh?º Quos?

Ah,º dearo dearo dear! Bozun braceth brythe hwen gooses gandered gamen. Mahazar ag Dod! It was so scalding sorry for all the whole twice two four of us, with their familiar, making the totem, andº Lally when he lost part of his half a hat and all belongings to him, in his old futile manner, cape, towel and drawbreeches, and repeating himself and telling him now, for the seek of Senders Newslaters and the mossacre of Saint Brices, to forget the past, when the burglar he shoved the wretch in churneroil, and contradicting all about Lally, the ballest master of Goaterstownº, and his old fellow, the Lagener, in the Locklane Lighthouse, earingº his wick with a pierce of railing, and liggen hig with his ladder up, and that oldtime turner and his sadderday erely cloudsing, the old croniony, Skelly, with the lether belly, full of neltts, full of keltts, full of lightweight beltts,º and all the baldº drakes or ever he had up in the bohereen, off Artsichekes Road, with Mollsº and Mahmullagh Mullarty, the man in the Oran mosque, and the old folks at home and Duignamº and Lapole and the grand confarreation, as per the cabbangers richestore, of the filest archives, and he couldn't stop laughing over Tom Tim Tarpey, the Welshman, and the four middleaged widowers, all nangles, sangles, angles and wangles. And now, that reminds me, not to forget the four of the Welsh waves, leaping laughing, in their Lumbag Walk, over old Battleshore and Deaddleconche, in theirº half a Roman hat, with an ancient Greek glossº on it, in Chichester College auction and,
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thank God, they were all summarily divorced, four years before, or so they say, by their dear poor shehusbands, in dear byword days, and never brought to mind, to see no more the rainwater on the floor but still they parted, raining water laughing, per Nupiter Privius, only terpary, on the best of terms and be forgot, whilk was plainly foretolkº by their old pilgrim cocklesong or they were singing through the wettest indies As I was going to Burrymecarott weº fell in with a lout by the name of Peebles as also in another place by their orthodox proverb so there was said thus That old fellow knows milk though he's not used to it latterly. And so they parted. In Dalkymont nember to. Ay, ay. The good go and the wicked is left over. As evil flawsº so Ivel flows. Ay, ay. Ah, well, sureº that's the way. As the holymaid of Kunut said to the haryman of Koombe. For his humple pesition in odvices. Woman. Squash. Part. Ay, ay. By decree absolute.

Lucas. And, O, soº well they could remembore at that time, when Carpery of the Goold Fins was in the kingship of Poolland, Mrs Dowager Justice Squelchmanº, foorsitter, in her fullbottom wig and beard (Erminia Reginia!),º in or aring or around about the year of buy in disgrace 1132 or 1169 or 1798º Y.W.C.A., at the Married Maleº Familyman'sº Auctioneers'º court in Arrahnacuddle. Poor Johnny of the clan of theº Dougals, the poor Scuitsman (Hohannes!),º nothing if not amorous, dinna forget, so frightened (zweep! zweep!º) on account of her fullbottom (undullable attraxity!),º that put the yearl of mercies on him, and the four maasters, in chors, with a hing behangd them, because he was so slow to borstel her schoon for her, when he was groomingº her ladyship, insteadº of backscratching her materfamilias proper, like any old methodist, andº all divorced and innasense interdict, in the middle of the temple, according to their dear faithful. Ah, now,º it was tooº bad, too bad and stout entirely, all the missoccurs!º Andº poor Markº or Marcus Bowandcoat, from the brownesberrow in nolandsland, the poor old chronometer, all persecuted with ally croaker by everybody he was,º by decree absolute, through Herrinsilde, becauseº he forgot himself, making wind and water, and made a Neptune's mess of all of himself, sculling over the giamond's courseway, and because he forgot to rememboreº to sign an old morning proxy paper, a writing in request to hersute herself, on stamped brownanoleumº, from Roneo to Giliette, before saying his grace before fish and then and there and too there was poor Dion Cassius Poosycomb, all drowned too, poor Dion, beforeº the world and her husband, because it was most improper and most wrong, whenº he attempted to (well, he was shocking poor in his health, he said, with the shinglesº falling off him), becauseº he (ah, well now, peaces pea to Wedmore and let not the song go dumb upon your Ire, as we say in the Spasms of Davies, and we won't be too hard on
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him as an old Manx presbyterian), andº after that, as red as a Rosse is, he made his last will and went to confession, like the general of the Berkeleyites, at the rim of the rom, on his two bare marrowbones, toº Her Worship his Mother and Sister Evangelist Sweainey, on Cailcainnin widnight and he was so sorry, he was really, because he left the bootybutton inº the handsome cab and now, tell the truth, unfriends never (sheº was his first messes dogess and it was a very pretty peltry and there were faults on both sides),º well, he attempted (or so they say),º ah, now, forget and forgive (don't we all?),º and, sure,º he was only funning,º with his andrewmartins and his old age coming overº him, well, he attempted or, the Connachy, he was tempted to attempt some hunnish familiarities, after eten a bad crampº in the rude ocean and, hevantonoze, sureº he was deadseasickabed (it was really too bad!),º her poor old divorced male, in the housepays for the daying at the Martyrº Mrs MacCawley's, where at the time he was taying, and toyingº to hold the nursetendered handº (ah, theº poor old coax!) and count the buttons and her hand and frown on a bad crab and doying to remembore what doed they were byorn and who made a who a snoreº. Ah dearo dearo dear!

And where do you leave Matt Emeritus, theº laychief of Abbotabishop? And eschullardº of ffrench and gherman. Achoch! They were all so sorgy for poorboir Matt,º in his saltwater hat, with the Aran crown, or she grew that out of, too big for him, ofº Mnepos and his overalls, all falling over her in folds — sure,º he hadn't the heart in her to pull them up — poor Matt, the old peregrineº matriarch, and a queenly man (the porple blussing upon them!),º sitting there, the sole of the settlement, below ground, for an expiatory rite, in postulation of his causeº (who shall say?),º in her beaver bonnet, the crapoppely billycoque back from Presscoatts and Dyars, like theº king of the Caucuses, a family all to himself, under geasa, Themistletocles, on his multilingualº tombstone, like Navellicky Kamen, andº she due to kid by sweetpea time,º with her face to the wall, in view of the poorhouseº, and taking his rust in the oxsight of Iren, under all the auspices, amid the rattle of hailstorms,º kalospintheochromatokreening, with her ivyclad hood, and gripping an old pair of curling tongs, belonging to Mrs Duna O'Cannell, to blow his brains with, till the heights of Newhigherland heardº the Bristolshutº, with his can of tea and a purse of alfred cakes from Anneº Lynch and two cutsº of Shackleton's brown loaf and diliskº, waiting for the end to come. Gordon Heighland, when you think of it! The merthe dirther! Ahº ho! It was too bad entirely!º All devoured by active parlourmen, laudabiliter,º of woman squelch and all on account of the smell of Shakeletin and Scratchmanº and his mouth watering, acid and alkolic,º signs on the salt, and so now pass the loaf for Christ'º sake,º Amen. And so. And all.
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Matt. And loaf. So that was the end. And it can't be helped. Ah, God be good to us! Poor Andrew Martin Cunningham! Take breath! Ay, ay!º

And still and all at that time of the dynast daysº of old konningº Soteric Sulkinbored and Bargomuster Bart, when they struck coil and shock haunts, in old Hungerford-on-Mudway, where first I met thee oldpoetryck flied from may, and the Finnan haddies and the Noal Sharks and the muckstails turtles like an acoustic pottish and the griesouperº bullyum and how he poled him up his boccat of vuotar and got big buzz for his name in the airweek's honours from home, colonies and empire, they were always with assisting grace, thinking (up) and not forgetting about shims and shawls week, in auld langº syne (up) their four hosenbands, that were four (up) beautfulº sister misters, now happily married,º unto old Gallstonebelly, and there they were always counting and contradicting every night 'tis early the lovely mother-of-periwinkleº buttons, according to the lapper part of their anachronism (up one up two up one up four) and after that there now she was, inº the end, the deary, soldpowder and all, the beautfour sisters, and that was her mudhen republican name, right enough, from alum and ovesº, and they used to be getting up from under, in their tape and straw garlands, with all the worries awake in their hair, at the kookaburraº bell ringringº all wrongº inside of them (come in, come on, you lazy loafs!) allº inside their poor old Shandonº bellboxº (come out to hell, you lousy louts!) so frightened, for the dthclangavore, like knockneeghs bumpsed by the fisterman's straightsº (ys! ys!), at all hours everyº night, on their mistletoes,º the four old oldsters, to see was the Transton Postscript come, with their oerkussens under their armsaxters, all puddled and mythified, the way the wind wheeled the schooler round, when nobody wouldn't even let them rusten, from playing their gastspiels, crossing their sleep by the shocking silence, when they were in dreams of yore, standing behind the door, or leaning out of the chair, or kneeling under the sofacover and sittingº on the souptureen, and thenº getting into their way something barbarous, changing the oneº wet underdownº convibrational bed or they used to slumper under, when hope was there no more, and putting on their half a hat and falling over all synopticals and a panegyric and repeating themselves,º like svvollovving stickers,º like the time they were dadging the talkeycook that chased them, lookº all round the stool, walk everywhere for a jool, to break fyre toyº all the rancers, to collect all and bits of brown, the rathure's evelopmenº in spirits of time in all fathom of space and slooping around in a bawneen and bath slippers and go away to Oldpatrick and see a doctor Walker. And after that so glad they had their night tentacles and there they used to be, flappingº and cycling, and a
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dooing a doonloop, panementically, around the waists of the ships,º in the wake of their good old Foehn again, as tyred as they were,º at their windswidths in the wavelengths,º the clipperbuilt and the five fourmasters and Lally of the cleftoft bagoderts and Roeº of the fair cheats, exchanging fleas,º from host to host, with arthroposophia, and he selling him before he forgot, issle issle, after having prealably dephlegmatised his gutterful of throatyfrogs, with a lungible fong in his suckmouth ear, while the dear invoked to the coolun dare by a palpebrowsº lift left no doubt in his minder, till he was instant and he was trustin, sister soul in brother hand, the subjects being their passion grand, that oneº fresh from the cow about Eithneº Meithne married a mailde and that one too from Engrvakarº saga abooth a gooth a gev aº gotheny egg all out of his oldy headº and the parkside pranks of quality queens, katte efter kinne, for Earl Hoovedsoon's choosing and Huber and Harman orhowwhen theeuponthus (chchch!) eysolt of binnoculises memostinmust egotum sabcunsciously senses upers the deprofundity of multimathematical immaterialitiesº wherebejubers in the pancosmic urge the allimmanence of that which Itself is Itself Alone (hear, O hear, Caller Errin!) exteriorises on this ourherenow plane in disunited solod, likeward and gushious bodies with (science, say!) perilwhitened passionpanting pugnoplangent intuitions of reunited selfdom (murky whey, abstrewsº adim!) in the higherdiminsionalº selfless Allself, theemeeng Narsty meetheeng Idoless, and telling Jolly MacGolly, dear mester John, the belated dishevelled, hacking away at a parchment pieº, and all the other analist, the steamshipsº andº the women-o'-war, and playing melia marmels in oceanº ladies' foursome, ovenfor, nedenfor, dinkety, duk, downaluppingº (how long tandem!) like a foreretyred schoonmasters, and their pairº of green eyes and peering in, so they say, like the narcolepts on the lakes of Coma, through the steamy windows, intoº the honeymoon cabins, on board the big steamadories, made by Fumadory, and the saloon ladies' madorn toilet chambers lined over prawn silk and rub off the salty catara off a windows and, hee hee, listening, qua committeeº, the poor old quakers,º oben the dure, to see all the hunnishmooners and the firstclass ladies, serious me, a lass spring as you fancy, and sheets far from the lad, courting in blankets, enfamillias, and, shee shee, allº improper, in a lovely mourning toilet,º for the rosecrumpler, the thrilldriver, the sighinspirer, with that olive throb in his nude neck, and, swayin and thayin, thanks ever so much for the tiny quote, which sought of maid everythingling again so very much more delightafellay, and the perfidly suite of her, bootyfilly yours, under all their familarities,º by preventing grace, forgetting to say their grace before chambadory, before going to boat with the verges of the
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chaptel of the opering of the month of Nema-Knatutº, soº pass the poghue for grace sake,º Amen. And all, hee hee hee, quakingº, so fright, and, shee shee, shakingº. Aching. Ay, ay.

For it was then a pretty thing happened of pure diversion mayhap, when herº flattering hend, at the justright moment, like perchance some cook of corage might clip the lad on a poot of porage,º handshut his duckhouse, the vivid girl,deaf with loveº (ah sure, you know her, our angel being, one of romance's fadeless wonderwomen, and, sure now, we all know you dote on her even unto date!),º with a queeleetlecree of joysis crisis she renulited their disunited,º with ripy lepes to ropy lopes (the dear o'dears!) and the golden importunity of aloofer's leavetime, when,º as quick asº greased pigskin, Amoricas Champiasº, with one aragan throastº, druve the massive of virilvigtoury flshpstº the bothlinesº of forwards (Eburnea's down, boys!) rightjingbangshot into the goal of her gullet.


And now, upright and add them! And plays be honest! And pullit into yourself, as on manowoman do another! Candidately, everybody! A mot for amot. Comong, meng, and douh! There was this, wellyoumaycallher, a strapping fine youngº modern old ancient Irish prisscess, so and so hands high, such and such paddock weight, in her madapolam smock, nothing under her hat but red hair and solid ivory (now you know it's true in your hardup hearts!) and a firstclass pair of bedroom eyesº of most unholyº blueº (how weak we are, one and all!),º the charm of favour's fond consent! Couldº you blame her,º we're saying, for one psocoldlogical moment? What would Ewe do? With that so tiresome old milkless a ram, with his tiresome duty peck and his bronchial tubes, the tiresome old hairyg orangogran beaver, in his tiresome old twentysixandsixpennyº sheopards plods drowsers and his thirtybobandninepenny tails plus toop! Hagakhroustioun! It were too exceeding really if one woulds to offer at sulk an oldivirdual a pinge of hinge hit. The mainest thing ever! Since Edem was in the boaysº noavy. No, no, the dear heaven knows, and the farther the from it, if the whole stole stale misbetoldº, whoever the gulpable, and whatever the pulpous was, the twooned togethered, and giving the mhost phassionable wheathers, they were doing a lally a lolly a dither a duther one lelly two dather three lilly four dother. And it was a fiveful moment for the poor old timetellersº ticktacking, toº tenk the count. Till the spark that plugged spared the chokee he gripped and (volatile volupty, how brieved are thy lunguings!) they could and they could hear like of a lisp lapsing, that was her knight of the Truths Thongº plipping out of her chapellledeosy, after where he had gone and polped the questioned. Plop.
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Ah now, it was tootwoly torrific,º the mummurrlubejubes! And then after thatº they used to be so forgetful, counting motherpeributtsº (up one up four) to membore her beaufu mouldern maiden name, for overflauwing, by the dream of woman the owneirist, in forty lands. From Greg and Doug on poor Greg and Mat and Mar and Lu and Jo, now happily buried, our four sisters.º And there she was nowº right enough, that lovely sight enough, the girleen bawnº asthore, as for days galore, of planxtyº Gregory. Egory.º O bunket not Orwin! Ay, ay.

But, sure, thatº reminds me now, like another tellmastoryº repeating yourself, how they used to be in lethargy's love, at the end of it all, at that time (up) always, tired and all, after doing the mousework and making it up, over their community singing (up) the toploftº of the voicebox of Mamalujo,º like the senior follies at murther magrees, squatting round, two by two, the four confederates, with Caxon,º the Coxswainº, (up)º the wetº air register in Old Man's House, Millenium Road, crowning themselves in lauraly branches, with their cold kneesº and their poor (up) quadrupeds,º fastº ovasleep, and all dolled up, for their blankets and materny mufflers and plimsolesº and their bowl of brown schackleº and milky and boterham clots, a potion apeaceº, a piece aportion, a lepel alip, alup a lap, for a cup of kindest yet, with hold take hand and nurse and only touch of ate, a lovely munkybown and for xmell and wait the pinch and prompt poor Mucusº Lyons to be not beheeding the skillet on for the live of ghosses but to pass the teeth for choke sake, Amensch, when it so happen they were all sicamoreº and by the world forgot, since the phlegmish hoopicough, for all a possabed, afterº ete a bad cramp and johnny magories, and backscrat the poor bedsores and the farthing dip, their caschal pandle of magmegnousioumº, and read a letter or two every night, before going to dodo sleep atrance, with their catkins coifs, in the twilight,º a capitaletter, for further auspices, on their old one page codex book of old year's eve 1132, M.M.L.J. old style, their Senchus Mor, by his fellow girl, the Mrs Shemans,º in her summerseal house onsampleº, with the caracul broadtail, her totam in tutu,º final buff noonmeal edition,º in the regatta covers, uptenable from the orther, for to regul their reves by incubation, and Lally, through their gangreneº spentacles, and all the good or they did in their time, the rigorists, for Roe and O'Mulconryº a Conryº ap Mulº or Lap ap Morion and Buffler ap Matty MacGregoryº for Marcus on Podex by Daddy de Wyer, old bagabroth, beeves and scullogues, churls and vassals, in same, sept and severalty,º and one by one and sing a mamalujo. To the heroest champion of Eren and his braceoleandersº and Gowan, Gawin and Gonne.

And after that now in the future, please God, after nonpenal death,º all startº repeating ourselves, in medios loquos, from where he got a useful arm busy
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on the touchline, due south of her western shoulder, down to deathº and the love embrace, with an interesting tallow complexion and all now united,º sansfamillias, let us ran on to say oremus prayer and homeysweet homely, after fully realising the gratifying experienceº of highly continental evenements, for meter and peter to temple an eslaap, for auld acquaintance, to Peregrine and Michael and Farfassa and Peregrine, for navigants etº peregrinantibus, in all the old imperial and Fionnachan sea and for vogue awallow toº sing a lovasteamadorion to Ladyseyes, here's Tricks and Doelsy, delightfully ours, in her doaty duckyº little blue and roll his hoop and how she ran, when wit won free,º the dimply blissed and awfully bucked, right glad we never shall forget, Miss Yiss, you fascinator, you,º thoh the dayses gone still they loves young dreams,º and old Luke with his kingly leer, so wellworth watching, and Senchus Mor, possessed of evident notoriety, and another more of the bigtimers, to name no others, of whom great things were expected in the fulmfilming department, for the lives of Lazarus and auld lukeº syne and she haihaihail her kobbor kohinorº sehehet on the praze savohoholeº Shanghaiº.