— MEN! Juan responded fullchantedly to her sororal sonority, ^|shimitating himself capitally^sh|º with ^|shhis bubbleblown in his patapet^sh| and his chalished drink now well in hand. (A spilt, see, for a split, see see!) Ever gloriously kind! And I truly am
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eucherised to yous. Also sacré père and maîtreº d'autel. Well, ladies upon gentlermen and toastmaster general,º let us,º brindising brandisong, woo and win womenlongº with health to rich vineyards,º Erin go Dryº! Amingst the living waters of, the living in giving waters of. Tight! Loose! A stiff one for Staffetta mullified with creams of hourmonyº, the coupe that's chill for jackless jill and a filiform dhouche on Doris.º Esterelles, be not on your weeping what though Shaunathaun is in his fail! To stir up love's young fizz I tilt with this bridle's cupº champagne, dimming douce from her peepair of hideseeks,º tightsqueezed on my snowybrustedº and while my pearlies in their sparkling wisdomº are nippling her bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the bumper roundº of my poor old snaggletooth's solidbowel I ne'er will prove I'm untrue to your liking (theare!) so long as my hole looks. Down.

So gullaby, me poor Isley! But I'm not for forgetting me innerman monophone for I'm leaving my darling proxy behind for your consolering, lost Dave the Dancekerl, a squamous runaway and a dear old man pal of mine too. He will arrive incessantly in the fraction of a crust,º ^|shwho, couldº he quit doubling and stop tippling,º he would be the unicorn of his kind.^sh| He's the mightiest penumbrella I ever flourished on behond the shadow of a post! Be sure and link him, me O treasauro, as often as you learnº provided there's nothing between you but a plain deal table onlyº don't encourage him to cry lessontimes over Leperstown. But soft! Can't be? Do mailstanes mumble? Lumtum lumtum! Now! ^|shThe froubadour! I fremble!^sh| Talk of wolf in a stomachº by all that's verminous! Eccolo me!º ^|shThe return of th'athlate!^{sh| |sh}Who can secede to his success!^sh| Isn't Jaunstown, Ousterrike, the small place after all? I knew I smelt the garlic leek! Why, bless me swits, here he its, darling Daveº, like the catoninelives just in time as if he fell out of space, all draped in mufti, coming home to mourn mountains from his old continenceº andº not on one foot either or on two feet aether but on quinquisecular cycles after his French evolution and a blindfold passage by the 4.32 withº the pork's pate in his suicide paw and the gulls laughing lime on his natural skunk,
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blushing like Pat's pig,º begob.º He's not too timtom well ashamed to carry out onaglibtograbakelly in his showman's sinister the testymonicals he gave his twenty annis orfº, showing the three white feathers, as a home cured emigrant in Paddyouare far below on our sealevel. Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca, Lictor Magnaffica. He's the sneaking likeness of us, faith, me altar's ego in miniature and every Auxonian aimer's ace as nasal a Romeo as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes, he'd soon arise mother's roses mid bedewing tears under those wild wet lashes onto anny living girl's laftercheeks. That's his little veiniality. And his unpeppeppediment.º He has novel ideas I knowº and he's a jarry queer fish betimes, I grant you, and cantanberousº, the poisoner of his word, butº lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, I'm enormously full of that foreigner, I'll say I am! Got by the one goat, suckled by the same nanna, one twitch, one nature makes us oldworld kin. We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate him about his patent henesy, plasfhº it,º ^|shyet am I amoristº^sh|. I love him. I love his old portugal's nose.º There's the nasturtium for ye now that saved manny a poor sinker from water on the grave. ^|shThe diasporation of all pirates and quinconcentrum of a fake like Basilius O'Cormacan MacArty?^sh| To camiflag he turned his shirt. Isn't he after borrowing all before him,º ^|shmaking friendsº with everybody^sh|º ^|shred in Rossya, white in Alba^sh|º and touching every distinguished Ourishman he could ever distinguish before or behind from a Yourishman for the customary halp of a crown and peace? He is looking aged with his pebbled eyes, and johnnythin too,º ^|shfrom livicking on pidgins' ifs^{sh| |sh}with puffins' ands^sh|,º ^|shhe'sº been slanderising himself^sh|,º but I pass no remark. Hope he hasn't the cholera. Give him an eyot in the farout. ^|shMoseses and Noasies,º how are you? He'd be as snug as Columbsisle Jonas wrocked in the belly of the whaves, as quotad before.^sh| Bravoº, senior chief! Famose! Sure there's nobody else in touch anysides to hold a chef's cankle to the darling at all for sheer dare with that prisonpotstill of spanishº breans on him like the knave of trifles! A jollytan fine demented brick and the prince of goodfilips! Dave
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knows I have the highest of respect of annyone in my oweand smooth way for that intellectual debtor ^|sh(Obbligado!)^{sh| |sh}Mushure^sh|º David R. Crozier. ^|shAnd we're the closest of chems.^{sh| |sh}Mark my use of you, cog! Take notice how I yemploy, crib! Be ware as you,º I foil, coppy!^{sh| |sh}It's a pity he can't see it^sh| for I'm terribly nice about him. Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade's flamme!º ^|shA leal of the O'Looniys^sh|, ^|sha Brazel aboo^sh|! The most omportent man! Shervos! Ho, be the holy,º snakes, someone has shaved his rough diamond skull for him as clean as Nuntius' piedish! The burnt out mesh and the matting and all! Thunderweather,º khyber schinkerº escapa sansa pagar.º He's the spatton spit, so he is, ^|shscaly skin and all^sh|, with his blackguarded eye,º and the goatsbeard in his buttingholeº of Shemuel Tulliver, me grandsourd, the old cruxader, when he off with his paudeen! That was to let the crowd of the Fluº Flux Fans behind him see me proper. Ah, he's very thoughtful and sympatrico that way isº ^|shBrother Intelligentius^sh|,º when he's not absintheminded, withº his Paris addresseº! He is, really. Holdhardº till you'll ear him clicking his bull's bones! Some toad klakkin! You're welcome back. Wilkinsº to red berries in the frost! ^|shAnd here's the butter exchange to pfeife and dramn ye with a bawlful of the Moulsaybaysse and yunker doodler wanked to wall awriting off his phoney.^sh| I'm tired hairing of you. Hat yourself! Give us your dyed dextremity here, frother, ^|shthe Claddagh clasp^sh|! ^|shI met with dapper dandy and he shocked me big the hamd.^sh| Where'sº your watch keeper?º You've seen all sorts in shapes and sizes, marauding about the moppamoundº. ^|shHow's the cock and the bullfight? And old Auster and Hungrig? And the Beer and Belly and the Boot and Ball?^{sh| |sh}Not forgetting the oils of greasº under that turkey in julep and Father Freeshots Feilbogen in his rockery garden with the costardº?^{sh| |sh}And did you meet with Peadhar the Grab at all? And did you call on Tower Geesyhus? ^|shWas^sh| Mona, my own love^sh|, ^|shno bigger than she should be,º^{sh| |sh}making up to you^sh| in her bestbehaved manor ^|shwhen you^sh| made your breastlaw and ^|shmade her, tell me? And did you like the landskip from Lambay?^sh| I'm better pleased than ten guidneys! ^|shYou rejoice me!^sh| Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit!
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You've surpassed yourself!º Be introduced to yes! This is me aunt Julia Bride, ^|shyour honour^sh|, dying to have you languish to scandal in her bosky old delltangle. You don't reckoneyes him? He's Jackot the Horner who boxed in his corner,º ^|shjilting no fewer than three female bribes^sh|. That's his penals. Shervorum! You haven't seen her since she stepped into her drawoffs. Come on, spinister, do your stuff!º Don't be shoy,º husbandmanvir!º Weih,º what'sº on you, wipº? Up the shamewaugh!º She has plenty of woom in the smallclothes for the bothsforus, nephews push! Hatch yourself well! Enjombyourselves thurily!º ^|shWould you wait biss she buds till you bite on her?^sh| Embrace her bashfully by almeansº at my frank incensive and tell her in your semiological agglutinative yez,ºº how Idos be asking after her. Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough.º Sure, she fell in line with our tripertight photos as the lyonised mails when we were stablelads together like the corks againº brothers, hungry and angry, cavileer grace by roundhered force, or like boyrun to sibster, meº and you,º shinners trueº and pinchme, our tertius quiddus, that never talked or listened. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer,º and the slits and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de Loona and the meattrap of the first vegetarian. ^|shTo be had for the asking.^{sh| |sh}Have a hug!^sh| Take her out of poor tuppenyº luck before she goes off in pure treple licquidanceº. I'd give three shillings a pullet to the canon for the conjugation to shadow you kissing her ^|shfrom me^sh| leberallyº all over as if she was a crucifix.º It's good for her bilabials, you understand. There's nothing like the mistletouch for finding a queen's earring false. Chink chink. As the curly bard said after kitchin the womn in his hym to the hum of her garments. You try a little tich to the tissle of his tail. The racist to the racy, rossy. The soil is for the self alone. Be ownkind. Be kithkinish. Be bloodysibby. Be irish. Be inish. Be offalia. Be hamlet. Be the property plot. Be Yorick and Lankystare. Be cool. Be mackinamucks of yourselves. Be finish. No martyr where the preature is there's no plagues like rome. It gives up the gripes. Watch the swansway. Take your tiger over it. The leady on the lake and the convict of the forest.
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Why, they might be Babau and Momie! Yipyip! To pan! To pan! To tinpinnypan. All folly me yap to Curlew.º ^|shGive us a pin for her^sh| and we'll call it a tossup. ^|shCan you reverse positions.º^sh| Letsº have a fuchu all round, ^|shcourting cousins^sh|! ^|shQuuck,º the duck of a womanº for quack,º the drake of a man, her little live apples for Leas and love potients for Leos, the next beast king.^sh| Put me down for all ^|shringside seats^sh|. ^|shI can feel you being corruptedº. Recoil. I can see you sprouting scruples. Get back.^sh| And as he's boiling with water I'll light your pyre.º Turn about, skeezy Sammy, out of metaphor,º till we feel are you still tropeful of popetry. ^|shTold you so.^sh| If you doubt of his love of darearingº his feelings you'll very much hurtº for mishmashº mastufractured on europe you can read off the tail of his. Rip ripper rippest and jac jac jac. Dwell on that, my hero and lander! That's the side that appeals to em, the wring wrong way to wright woman.º Shuck her! Let him!º What he's good for. Shuck her more! Let him again! All she wants! Could you wheedle a staveling encore out of your imitationer's jubalharp, hey,º Mr Jinglejoys? Congregational singing. ^|shRota rota ran the pagoda con dio in capo ed il diavolo in coda. Many a diva devouchaº saw her Dauber Dan at the priesty pagoda Rota ran.^sh| Uck! He's so sedulous to singe alwaysº if prumpted, the ^|shmirthprovoker^sh|.º Grunt unto us, I pray,º your foreboden article in our own deasº dockandoilish introducing the death of Nelson with coloraturas!º Coraio, fra! And I'll string secondº to harmanizeº. My loaf and pottage neaheaheahear Rochelle. With your dumpsey diddelyº dumpsey die, fiddeley fa. Diavoloh! Or come on, ^|shschoolcolours^sh|, and we'll scrap, rug and matº and then be as chummy as two bashed spuds. Bitrial bay holmgang or betrayal buyº jury. Attaboy! Fee gate has Heenan hoity, mind uncle Hare? What, sir? Poss, myster? ^|shAcheve!^sh|º Thou, thou!º What say ye? Taurus periculosus,º morbus pedeiculosus.º Miserere mei in miseribilibus! There's uval lavguageº for you!º ^|shThe tower is precluded, the mob's in her petticoats;º Mr R. E. Meehan is in misery with his billybootsº^sh|. Begob, there's not so much green in his Ireland's eye! ^|shSweet fellow ovocal,º he stones out of stune.^sh| But ^|shhe could be near a colonel with a voice like that^sh|. The
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bark is still there but the molars are gone. The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we splitº ^|shand, beº the hole in the year,º they were laking like heaven's reflexes.^sh| But I told him make your will be done and go to a general and I'd pray confessions for him. Areesh! Areesh! ^|shAnd I'll be your intrepider.^sh| Ambras! ^|shRuffle her!^{sh| |sh}Bussing was before the blood and bissing will behind the curtain.^{sh| |sh}Triss!^sh| Did you note that worrid expressionismº on his megalogue? A full octavium below me! And did you hear hisº browrings rattlemaking when he was preaching to himself? And, whoa!º do you twig the schamlooking leaf greeping ghastly down his blousyfrock? ^|shOur national umbloom!^sh| Areesh! He won't. He's shoy. Those worthies, my old faher's onkel that was garotted, Caius Cocoa Codinhand, that I lost in a crowd,º used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my yuonkle'sº owlseller,º Woowoolfe Woodenbeard, that went stomebathredº, in the Tower of Balbus,º as brisk, man,º as I'd scoff up muttan chepps and lobscouse. But it's all deafman's duff to me, begob. Sam knows miles bettern me how to work the miracle. And I see by his diarrhio he's dropping the stammer out of his silenced bladder since I bonded him off more as a friend and as a brother to try and grow a muff and canonise his dead feet down on the river airyº ^|shby thinking himself into the fourth dimension^sh| and place the ocean between his and ours, ^|shthe churchyard in the cloister of the depths,^sh| after he was capped out of ^|shbeurlads scoel^sh| for the sin against the past participle and earned the factitationº ofº codding chaplanº andº being ^|shas homely gauche as^sh| swiftº B.A.A.º ^|shWho gets twickly fullgets twice as allemanden huskers. But the whacker his word the weaker our ears for auracles who parles parses orileysº. Illstarred punster,º lipstering cowknucks.^sh| 'Twas the quadra sent him and Trinityº too. ^|shAnd he can cantab as chipper as any oxon ever I mood with,^{sh| |sh}aº tiptoe singer!^sh|º He'll prisckly soon hand tuneº your Erin's ear for you. p.p. aº mimograph at a time, numan bitter, with his ancomartinsº to read the road roman with false steps ad Pernicious from rhearsilvar ormolus to torquinions superbers while I'm far away from wherever thou artº serving my tallyhos and tullying
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my hostiliousº by going in by the most holy recitatandas ffff forº my varsatile examinationsº in ^|shthe ologies^sh|, to be a coach on the ^|shFukien mission^sh|.º P? F?º How used you learn me, ^|shbrather soboostins^sh|º, in my ^|shaugustan^sh| days? With cesarella looking on. º In the beginning was the gestº he jousstly says, for the end is with woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a worse case after than before since she on the supine satisfies the vergº to him!º Toughtough, tootoological. Thouº the first person shingeller. Art, an imperfect subjunctive. Paltry, flappent, hadº serious. Miss Smithº onamatterpoetic. Hammisandivisº axes colles waxes warmas like sodullas. So pick your stops with fondnes snowº. And mind you twine the twos noods of your nicenames. And pull up your furbelovs as farabove as you're farthingales. ^|shThat'll hint him how to click the trigger.^sh| Show you shall and won'tº he will! His hearing is indoubting just as my seeing is onbelieving. So dactylise him up to blankpoint and let him blink for himself where you speak the bestº ticklish. ^|shYou'll feel what I mean.^sh| Fond namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee!