Revised pages of transition 13 (July 1928), 1933-1936, §2B draft level 11, 11', 11'+

MS British Library 47486a 92-94; missing; BL 47486b 328-330 Draft details

— MEN! Juan responded fullchantedly to her sororal sonority, |11|shimitating himself capitallysh|,º11| with |s11|shhis bubbleblown in his patapetsh| ands11| his chalished drink now well in hand. Ever gloriously kind! And I truly am
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eucherised to yous. Also sacré père and maître d'autel. Well, ladies upon gentlermen and toastmaster general, health to song for Erin go dry! To stir up love's young fizz I tilt with this bridle's cup champagne, dimming douce from her peepair of hideseeks, tightsqueezed on my snowybreasted, and while my pearlies in their sparkling wiseheight are nippling her bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the bumper round 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. |s11|shCouldº he quit doubling and stop trippling,º he would be the unicorn of his|s11| He's the mightiest penumbrella I ever flourished on behond the shadow of a post!
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Be sure and link him, me O treasauro, as often as you learn, provided there's nothing between you but a plain deal table only don't encourage him to cry lessontimes over Leperstown. |s11|aBut soft! Can't be?a| Lumtum lumtum! |shThe froubadour! I fremble!sh|s11| Talk of wolf in a stomach, by all that's verminous! Eccolo me! |s11|shThe return of |sathe athlete th'athlatesa|!sh| «+'|shWho can secede to his success?!sh|s+'|s11| Isn't Jaunstown, Ousterrike, the small place after all? I knew I smelt the garlic league! Why, bless me swits, here he its, darling Dave, 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 continence and 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 with 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, begob! He's not too tom well ashamed to carry out onaglibtograbakelly in his showman's sinister the testymonicals he gave his twenty annis for, 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 |s11flailing veinialitys11|. And his impeppeppediment. He has novel ideas, I know, and he's a jarry queer fish betimes, I grant you, and cantanberous, the poisoner of his word, but, 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, blasph it, (11'but |shyet am I amoristº of himsh|.11') I love him. I love his old portugal's nose. There's the nasturtium for ye now that saved manny a poor sinker from water on the grave. |s11|shThe diasporation of all pirates and quinconcentrum lik of a fake like Basilius O'Cormacan MacArty?sh| «+'To camiflag he turned his shirt.s+'|s11| Isn't he after borrowing all before him, |s11|shmaking friendsº with everyboobysh|,º «+'|shred in Rossia Rossya, white in Alba,sh|ºs+'| and |+for to camiflag he turned his+|s11| touching every distinguished |s+11'Irishman Ourishmans+|11'| 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 |s11|shfrom livicking on pidgins' ifssh| |sa|shwith puffins' andssh|sa|.ºs11| |11|shHe'sº been slanderising himselfsh|,º11| but I pass no remark. Hope he hasn't the cholera. |s11Give him an eyot in the farout. |shMoseses and Noasies,º how are you? He'd be as snug as Columbsisle Jonas in th wrocked in the belly of the «+'waves whavess+'|, as quoted before quotad|s11| Brayvo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there's nobody else in
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touch anysides to hold a chef's candle to the darling at all for sheer dare with that prisonpotstill of Spanish 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 |s11|sh(obbligato!)sh| |shMushuresh|ºs11| David R. Crozier. |11|shAnd we're the closest of| |shMark my use of you, cog! Take notice how I yemploy, crib! B..... as youº I foil, coppy!sh| |shIt's a pity he can't see itsh| for I'm terribly nice about him.11| Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade's flamme! (11'|shA leal of the O'Looniyssh|, |sha Brazel aboosh|!11') The most important man! Shervos! Ho, be the holy snakes, someone has shaved his rough diamond skull for him as clean as Nuntius' piedish! Thunderweather, khyber schinker, escapa sansa pagar. He's the spatton spit, so he is, (11'|shscaly skin and allsh|,11') with his blackguarded eye and the goatsbeard in his buttinghole, of Shemuel Tulliver, me grandsourd, the old |s+11'crusader cruxaders+|11'|, when he off with his paudeen! That was to let the crowd of Flu Flux Fans behind him see me proper. Ah, he's very thoughtful and sympatrico that way|s11, isº |shBrother Intelligentiussh|,ºs11| when he's not absintheminded, with his Paris adresse! He is, really. Hold hard till you'll ear him clicking his bull's bones! Some toad klakkin! You're welcome back, Wilkins, to red berries in the frost! (11'|shAnd here's the butter exchange to pipe pfeife and dramn ye with |s+the a bawlful of thes+| Moulsaybaysse and yunker doodler wanked to wall a-writing off his|11') I'm tired hairing of you. Hat yourself! Give us your dyed |s11hand dextremitys11| here, frother, |s11|shthe Claddagh claspsh|! |sa|shI met with «+'dappers dappers+'| dandy and he shocked me big the|sa|s11| |11where's Where'sº11| your watchkeeper? |s11You've seen all sorts in shapes and sizes, marauding about the mappamoundº. |shHow's the cock and the bullfight? And old Auster and Hungrig? And the Beer and Belly and the Boot and Ball?sh| |sa|shNot forgetting the oils of greaseº under that turkey in julep and Father Freeshots Feilbogen in his rockery garden with the cus costardsº?sh|sa| |shAnd did you meet with Peadhar the Grab at all? And did you call on Tower Geesyhus? «+'How was |shWassh|s+'| Mona, my own lovesh|, «+'|shno bigger than she should be,ºsh|s+'| |shmaking up to yoush| «+'in her bestbehaved (++manor++)s+'| |shwhen yoush| «+'made your breastlaw ands+'| |shmade her, tell me? And did you like the landskip from Lambay?sh|s11| I'm better pleased than ten guidneys! |s11|shYou rejoice me!sh|s11| Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit!
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You've surpassed yourself! Be introduced to yes! This is me aunt Julia Bride, (11'|shyour honoursh|,11') dying to have you languish to scandal in her bosky old manor. You don't reckoneyes him? (11'He's Jackot the Horner who boxed in his corner,º |shjilting no fewer than three female bridessh|.11') That's his penals. Shervorum! You haven't seen her since she stepped into her drawoffs. Don't be shoy, husbandman! Weih, what's on you, wifewoman? Up the shamewauch! She has plenty of woom in the smallclothes for the
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bothsforus, nephews push! Hatch yourself well! Come on, spinister, do your stuff! |s11|shWould you wait biss she buds till you bite on her?sh|s11| Embrace her bashfully by all means at my frank incensive and tell her in your semiological agglutinative yez like boyrun to sibster how Idos be asking after her. Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough. Sure, she fell in line with our tripertight photos when we were stablelads together like the corksagain brothers, hungry and angry, |+11'in the Black+|11'| |+11'Watch,+|11'| me and you, shinners true, and pinchme, our tertius quiddus, that never talked or listened. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de Loona and the meattrap of the first vegetarian. (11'«+'|shRuffle|s+'| |s+|shTo be had for the|s+| |shHave a| «+'Bussing was before the blood.s+'|11') Take her out of poor tuppenny luck before she goes off in pure treple licquidance. I'd give three shillings a pullet to the canon for the conjugation to shadow you kissing her (11'|shfrom mesh|11') liberally all over as if she was a crucifix. Enjombyourselves thurily. It's good for her bilabials, you understand. There's nothing like the mistletouch for finding a queen's earring false. |11Chink chink. |shGive us a pin for hersh| and we'll call it «+'as+'| tossup. «+'|shCan you reverse|s+'|11| Let's have a fuchu all |11round. round«+', |shcourting cousinssh|s+'|!11| |s11Put me down for all |shringside seatssh|.s11| |11|shI can feel you being corruptedº. Recoil. I can see you sprouting scruples. Get|11| And as he's boiling with water I'll light your pyre. Turn about, skeezy Sammy, out of metaphor, till we feel are you still tropeful of |s+11'poetry popetrys+|11'|. |11(+|shTold you|+)11| If you doubt of his love of dare airing his feelings you'll very much hurt, for Mischmasch 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. Shuck her! Let him! 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, Mr Jinglejoys? |s11|saCongregational singing at| |shRota rota ran the pagoda con dio in capo ed il diavolo in coda.
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Many a diva devoutchkaº saw her Dauber Dan at the «+'priestly priestys+'| pagoda Rota|s11| Uck! He's so sedulous to singe always if prumpted(11', the |shmirthprovokersh|11')! Grunt unto us, I pray, your foreboden article in our own dear dockandoilish introducing the death of Nelson with coloraturas! Coraio, fra! And I'll string seconds to hermanise. My loaf and pottage neaheaheahear Rochelle. With your dumpsey diddeley dumpsey die, fiddeley fa. Diavoloh! Or come on(11', |shschoolcolourssh|,11') and we'll scrap, rug and mat, and then be as chummy as two bashed spuds. Bitrial bay holmgang or betrayal buy jury. Attaboy! Fee gate has Heenan hoity, mind uncle Hare? What, sir? Poss, myster? |s11|shAchieve!sh|ºs11| Thou thou? |s11What say ye?s11| Taurus periculosus, morbus pediculosus. Miserere mei in miseribilibus! There's uval lunguage for you! |s11|shThe tower is precluded, the mob's in her petticoats,º Mr R. E. «+'Meckel Meehans+'| is in misery with his billybootsºsh|.s11| Begob, there's not so much green in his Ireland's eye! |s11|shSweet fellow ovocal,º he stones out of| But |shhe could be near a colonel with a voice like thatsh|.s11| The
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bark is still there but the molars are gone. The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split! |s11|shBeº the wh hole in the year,º they were laking like heaven's|s11| But I told him make your will be done and go to a general and I'd pray confessions for him. Areesh! Areesh! |11|shAnd I'll be your|11| (11'Ambras! |shRuffle her!sh| |shBussing was before the blood and bissing will behind the| |s+|shTriss!sh|s+|11') Did you note that worrid expressionism on his megalogue? A full octavium below me! And did you hear his three browrings rattlemaking when he was preaching to himself? And (whoa!) do you twig the schamlooking leaf greeping ghastly down his blousyfrock? (11'|shOur national emblem umbloom!sh|11') Areesh! He won't. He's shoy. My old faher's onkel that was garotted, Caius Cocoa Codinhand, used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my younkle's owlseller, Woowoolfe Woodenbeard, that went stonebathered, in the Tower of Balbus, as brisk, man, 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 airy (11'|shby thinking himself into the fourth dimensionsh|11') and place the ocean between his and ours, |11|shthe churchyard in the cloister of the «+'waves |sadeeps depthssa|s+'|,sh|11| after he was capped out of (+11college |sh«++beurlatz shool beurlads scoels++|sh|+)11| for the sin against the past participle and earned the jactitation for |s+11'cutting chapel codding chaplainºs+|11'| and of being |11(+|shas homely gauche assh|+)11| swift, B.A.A. |11(+|sh«++'who Whos++'| gets twickly fullgets twice as allemanden huskers «++'blank parle trois oreilles. But the |sxharder |sawounder whackersa| his word the weaker our ears for oru auracles who parles parses orileys oreillºsx|. Illstarred punster,º lipstering cowknucks.s++'|sh|+)11| Twas the quadra sent him and trinity too. |11|shAnd he can cantab as chipper as any
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oxon ever I mood| |shAº tiptoe singer!sh|º
11| He'll prisckly soon handtune your Erin's ear for you, p.p. a mimograph at a time, numan bitter, with his ancomartinns to read the road roman with false steps ad Pernicious from rhearsilvar ormolus to torquinions superbers while I'm far away from wherever thou art, serving my tallyhos and tullying
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my hostilious, by going in by the most holy recitatandas ffffor my varsatile |s+11'exaninations examinationsºs+|11'| (11'in |shthe ologiessh|, to be a coach on the |shFukien missionsh|11'). ꟼ! P? F? F! Ahehihohyoum! In the beginning was the geste, 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 verb to him. Toughtough, tootoological. Thou, the first person shingeller. Art, an imperfect subjunctive. Paltry, flappent, haud serious. Miss Smith, onamatterpoetic. Hamnisandwis axes colles waxes warmas like sodullas. So pick your stops with fondness now. And mind you twine the twos noods of your nicenames. And pull up your |s+11'furbelows furbelovss+|11'| as farabove as you're farthingales. |s11|shThat'll hint him how to click the|s11| Show you shall and wont 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 best ticklish. |s11|shYou'll feel what I|s11| Fond namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee!