Herº untitled mamafesta memorialising the Mosthighest has gone by many names at disjointed times. Thus we hear ofº
|shThe Augusta Angustissimost for Old Seabeastius' Salvation,ºsh|
Rockabill Booby in the Wave Trough,º |shHere's to the Relicts of All
Stessa'ssh|º Rise to Notice, |shKnickle Down Duddy Gunne and Arishe Sir
Cannonsh|, My Golden One and |shMy Selver Weddingsh|,
Amoury Treestam and Icy Siseule, Saith a Sawyer til a Strame, Ik dik dopedope et tu mihimihi, Buy Birthplate for a Bite, Which of your Hesterdays Mean yeº to Morra?,º Hoebegunne the
Hebrewer Hit Waterman the Brayned, Arcs in hisº Ceiling Flee Chinx on the
Flur,º Rebus de Hibernicis, The Crazier Letters, Groans of a Britoness, Peter Peopler Picked a Plot to Pitch his Poppolin, An Apology for a Big (some such nonoun asº Husband
orº Husboatº orº Hoseboundº is probably understood for we have also the
pluterplethoricº My Hoonsbood Haansbaad'sº a Journey to Porthergill Goneº and
He Never Has the Hour), Ought One To Visit One?,º For Ark see Zoo, Cleopater's Needleworkº Ficturing Aldborougham on the Sahara with
the Coombing of the Cammmels and the Parlourmaids of Aegypt, Cockº in the Pot for Father, Placeat Vestrae,º A New Cure for an Old Clap, Where Portentos they'd
Grow Gonder how I'd Wish I Woose a Geese,º Gettle Netties,º Thrust him not, When the Myrtles of Venice
Played to Bloccus's Line, To Plenge Me High He Waives Chiltern on Friends, Oremunds Queue Visits Amen Mart,º E'en Tho' I Granny a-be He would Fain Me Cuddle, Twenty of Chambers, Weighty Ten
Beds and a Wan Ceteroom, I Led the Life, Through the Boxer Coxer Rising in the House with the Golden Stairs, The Following Fork,º He's my
O'Jerusalem and I'm his Po, The Best in the West, By the Stream of Zemzem under Zigzag Hill,º The Man That Made His Mother in the Marlborry
Train,º Try Our Taal on a Taub,º The Log of Anny to the Base All,º Nopper Tipped a Nappiwenk to his
Notylytl Dantsigirls, Prszss Orel Orel the King of Orlbrdsz, Intimier Minnelisp of an Extorreor
to Him,º My Juckey,º and Dhoult Bemine Thy Winnowing Sheet,º I Ask You to Believe I was his Mistress,º He Can Explain,º From Victrolia Nuancee to Allbart Noahnsy, Da's a Daisy so Guimea your Handsel too,º What Barbaras Done to a Barrel Organ Before the Rank,º Tank and Bombtailº, Huskvy Admortal, What Jumbo madeº Jalice and what Anisette to Him, Ophelia's Culpreints, Hear Hubty Hublin, My Old Danskº, I am Older nor theº Rogues among Whisht I Slips and He Calls Me his Dual of Ayessha, Suppotes a Ventriliquorst Merries a Corpse, Lapps for Finns thisº Funnycoon's Week,º How the Buckling Shut at Rush in January, Look to the Lady, From the Rise of the Dudge Pupublick to the Fall of the Potstille, Of the Two Ways of Opening the Mouth, I have not Stopped Water Where It Should Flow and I Know the Twentynine Names of Attraente, The Tortor of Tory Island Traits Galasia like his Milchcow,º From Abbeygate to Crowalley Through a Lift in the Lude,º Smocks for Their Graces and Me Aunt for Them Clodshoppers, How to Pull a Good Horuscoup even when Oldsire is Dead to the World,º Inn the Gleam of Waherlow,º Fathe He's Sukceded to My Esperations, Thee Steps Forward,º Two Stops Back,º My Skin Appeals to Three Senses and My Curly Lips Demand Columbkisses,º Gage Street on a Crany's Savings, Them Lads made a Trion of Battlewatschers and They Totties a Doeit of Deers, In My Lord's Bed by One Whore Went Through It,º Mum It Isº All Over,º Cowpoyride by Twelve Acre Terriss in the Unique Estates of Amessican, He Gaveº me a Thou so I Serveº Him with Thee,º Of all the Wide Torsos in all the Wild Glen,º O'Donogh,º White Donogh, He's Hue to Me Cry, I'm the Stitch in his Baskside,º You'd be Nought withoutº Mom, To Keep the Huskies off the Hustings and Picture Pets from Lifting Shops,º Norsker, Torsker,º Find the Poddle,º He Perssed Me Here with the Ardour of a Tonnoburkes, A Boob wasº Weeping,º Hisº Mower was Reaping, O'Loughlin, Up from the Pit of my Stomach I Swish you the White of the Mourning, Inglo-Andean Medoleys from Tommany Moohr,º The Great Polynesional Entertrainer Exhibits Ballantine Brautchensº with the Link of Natures, The Mimic of Meg,º Neg and the Mackeys, Entered as the Lastest Pigtarial and My Pooridiocal at Stitchioner's Hall,º Siegfield Follies and or a Gentlehomme's Faut Pas, See the First Book of Jealesies Pessim, The Suspended Sentence, A Pretty Brick Story for Childsize Heroes, As Lo Our Sleep,º I Knew I'd Got it in Me so Thit Settlesº That,º Thonderbalt Captain Smeth and La Belle Sauvage Pocahonteuse, |shWay for Wet Week Welikin's Douchterº Mariannesh|, |shThe Last of the Fingallianssh|, It Was Me Egged Him Onº to the Stork Exchange and Lent Myº Dutiful Face to His Customs, Chee Chee Cheels on their China Miction, Pickedmeup Peters, Lumptytumtumpty had a Big Pallº, Pimpimp Pimpimp,º Measly Ventures of Two Lice and the Fall of Fruit,º The Fokes Family Interior, If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps, Allolosha Popofetts and Howheº Cotchme Eye, Seen Aples and Thin Dyed,º i big U to Beleaves from Love and Mother,º Fine's Fault was no Felon, Exat Delvin
Renter Life,º The Flash that Flies from Vuggy's Eyes has Set Me Hair onº Fire, His is the House that Malt Made, Divine Views from Back to the Front,º Abe to Sare Stood Icyk Neuter till Brahm Taulked Him Common Sex, A Nibble at Eve Will thatº Bowal Relieve,º Allfor Guineas, Sounds and Compilmentsº Libidous,º Seven Wives Awake Aweek, Airy Ann and Berber Blut, Amy Licks Porter whileº Huffy Chops Eads,º Abbrace of Umbellas or a Tripppleº of Caines, Buttbutterbust, From the Manorlord Hoved to the Misses O'Mollies and from the Dames to their Sames,º Manyfestoons for the Colleagues on the Green, An Outstanding Back and an Excellent Halfcentre if Called On,º As Tree is Quick and Stone is White So is My Washing Done by Night,º First and Last Only True Account all about theº Honorary Mirsu Earwicker L.S.D.º and the Snake (Nuggets!) by a Woman of the World who only can Tell Naked Truths about a Dear Man and all his Conspirators how they all Tried to Fall him byº Putting it all around Lucalizod about Privates Earwicker and a Pair of Sloppy Sluts plainly Showing all the Unmentionability falsely Accusing about the Raincoats.
The proteiform graph itself is a polyhedron of scripture. There was a time when naif alphabetters would have written it down the tracing of a purely deliquescent recidivist, possibly ambidextrous, snubnosed probably and presenting a strangely profound rainbowl in his (or her) occiput. To the hardily curiosing entomophilust then it has shown a very sexmosaic of nymphosis in which the eternal chimerahunter,º Oriolopos, now frond of sugars, then lief of saults, the sensory crowd in his belly coupled with an eye for the goods trooth bewilderblissed by their night effluvia with guns like drums and fondlers like forceps,º persequestellates his vanessas from flore to floreº. Somehows this sounds like the purest kidooleyoon wherein our madernaccrutionº of lour lore is rich. All's so herou from us hinº in a kitchernott darkness, by hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till zeroghº hour like pou owl giaouirsº as we are would we salve aught of moments for our aysore today. Amousin though not but. Closer inspection of the bordereauº would reveal a multiplicity of personalities inflicted on the document or documentsº and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be made by anyone unwary enough before any suitable occasion for it or them had so far managed to happen along. In fact, under the closeº eyes of the inspectorº the traits featuring the chiaroscuroº coalesce, their contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody similarly as by the providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of dramdrinker against freethinker our social something bowls along bumpily, experiencing a jolting series of prearranged disappointments,º down the long lane of (it's as semper as oxhousehumper!) generations, more generations and still more generations.
Say, baroun lousadoor, who in hallhagal wrote the durn thing anyhow?
Erect, beseated, amountbackº, against a partywall, below freezigrade, by the use of quill or style, with turbid or pellucid mind, accompanied or the reverse by mastication, interrupted by visit of seer to scribe or of scribe to site, atwixt two showers or atosst of a trike, rained upon or blown around, by a rightdown regular racer from the soil or by a too pained whittlewit laden with the loot of learning?
Now,º patience. Andº remember patience is the great thing. Andº above all things else we must avoid anything like being or becoming out of patience. A good plan used by worried business folk who may not have had many momentums to masterº Kung's doctrine of the meang or the propriety codestruces of Carprimustimus is just to think of all the sinking fund of patience possessed in their conjoint names by both brothers Bruce with whom are incorporated their Scotch spider and Elberfeld's Calculating Horses. If after years upon years of delving in ditches dark one tubthumper more than others, Kinihoun or Kahanan, giardarner or mear measenmanougerº, has got up for the darnall same purpose of reassuring us with all the barbar of the Carrageehouse that our great ascendant was properly speaking three syllables less than his own surname (yes, yes, less!), thatº the ear of Dionnº Earwicker aforetime was the trademark of a broadcaster with wicker local jargonº for an ace's patent (Hear! Calls! Everywhair!), thenº as to this radiooscillating epiepistle to which, cotton, silk or samite, kohol, gall or brickdust, we must ceaselessly return,º whereabouts exactly at present in Siam, Hellº or Tophet under that glorisol which plays touraloup with us in this Aludin's Cove of our cagacity is that bright soandsuch to slip us the dinkum oil?
Naysayersº we know. To conclude purely negatively from the positive absence of political odia and monetary requests that its page cannot ever have been a penproduct of a man or woman of that period or those parts is only one more unlookedfor conclusion leaped at,º being tantamount to inferring from the nonpresence of inverted commas (sometimes called quotation marks) on any page that its author was always constitutionally incapable of misappropriating the spoken words of others.
Luckily there is another cant to the questy. Has any fellow ofº the dime a dozen type, it might with some profit some dull evening quietly be hinted —º has any usual sort of ornery josser,
flatchested,º fortyish, faintly flatulent and given to ratiocination by syncopation in the elucidation of complications,º of his greatest Fung Yang
dynasdescendancedº, only another the son ofº, in fact, ever looked sufficiently longly at a quite everywaylookingº stamped addressed
envelope?º Admittedly it is an outer husk: its face, in all its featureful perfection of imperfectionsº, is its fortune: it exhibits only the civil or military clothing of whatever passionpallid
nudity or plaguepurple
nakedness may happen to tuck itself under its flap. Yet to concentrate solely on the literal sense or even the psychological content of any document to the sore neglect of the enveloping facts themselves circumstantiating it is just as hurtful to sound sense (and, let it be added,º to the truest taste) as were some fellow in the act of perhaps getting an intro from another fellow turning out to be a friend in need of his, say,º to a lady of the latter's acquaintance, engaged in performing the elaborative antecistral ceremony of upstheres, straightwayº to run off and vision her plump and plain in her natural altogether, preferring to close his blinkhard's eyes to the ethiquethical fact that she was, after all,º wearing for the space of the time being some definite articles of evolutionary clothing, inharmonious creations, a captious critic might describe them as, or not strictly necessary or a trifle irritating here and thereº but for all thatº suddenly full of local colour and personal perfume and suggestive, too,º of so very much more and capable of being stretched, filled out, if need or wish were, of having their surprisingly like coincidental parts separated, don'tº they now, for better survey by the deft hand of an expert, don't you know?º Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time,º only a little to the rere? Or that one may be separated from the other? Or that both may then be contemplated simultaneously? Or that each may be taken up and considered in turn apart from the other?
Here let a few artifacts fend in their own favour. The river felt she wanted salt?º That was just where Brien came in.
The country asked for bearspaw for dindin?º And boundin aboundin it got it surly. We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kingdom, we
middleseasº people have often watched the sky overreaching the land. We suddenly have. Our isle is Sainge. The place. That stern chuckler, Mayhappy Mayhapnot, onceº said to repeation in that
lutran conservatory way of his that Isitachapel-Asitalukin was the one place, ult aut nult, in thisº madh
vaal of tares (whose verdhure's yellowed therever Phaiton parks his car while its tamelised tay is the drame of
Drainophilias) where the possible was the improbable and the improbable the inevitable. If the proverbial bishop of our holy and undivided with this me ken or no me ken
Zot is the Quiztune havvermashedº his twoe nails on the head we are in for a sequentiality of improbable possibles though possibly nobody after having grubbed
upº a lock of cwold cworn aboove his subject probably in Harrystotalies or the vivle will go out of his way to applaud him on the onboiassed back of his remark for, utterly
impossible as are all these hereº events,º they are probably as like those which may have taken place as any others which never took person at all are ever likely to be. Ahahn!
About that original hen. Midwinter (fruur or kuur?) was in the offing and Premver a promise of a pril when, as kischabrigies sang life's old sahatsong, an iceclad shiverer, merest of bantlings,º observed a cold fowl behaviourising strangely on that fatal midden or chip factory or comicalbottomed copsjuteº (dump for short) afterwards changed into the orangery when in the course of deeper demolition unexpectedly one bushman's holiday its limon threw up a few spontaneous fragments of orangepeel, the last remains of an outdoor meal by some unknown sunseeker or placehider illico way back in his mistridden past. What child of a strandlooper but keepy little Kevin in the despondful surrounding of such sneezing cold would ever have trouved up on a streteº that was called strateº a motive for future saintity by euchring the finding of the Ardagh chalice by another heilyº innocent and beachwalker whilst trying with pious clamour to wheedle Tipperaw raw raw reeraw puteters out of Now Sealand in spightº of the patchpurple of the massacre, a dual a duel to die to day, goddam and biggod, sticks and stanks, of most of the Jacobitersº.
The bird in the case was Belinda of the Dorans, aº more than quinquegintarian (Terziis prize with Serni medal, Cheepalizzy's Hane Exposition), andº what she was scratching at at theº hour of klokking twelve looked for all this zogzag world like a goodishsized sheet of letterpaper originating by transhipt from Boston (Mass.)º of the last of the first to Dear whom it proceededº to mention Maggy well & allathome's health well only the hate turned the milkº on the vanº Houtensº and the general's elections with a lovely face of some born gentleman with a beautiful present of wedding cakes for dear thank youº Chriesty and with grand funferall of poor Fatherº Michael don't forget unto life's & Muggy well how are youº Maggy & hopes soon to hear well & must now close it with fondest to the twoinnsº with four crosskisses for holy paul holey corner holipoli whollyisland pee ess from (locust may eat all but this sign shall they never) affectionate largelooking tache of tch. The stain, and that a teastain (the overcautelousness of the masterbilker here, as usual, signing the page away), marked it off on the spout of the moment as a genuine relique of ancient Irish pleasant pottery of that lydialike languishing class known as a hurry-me-o'er-the-hazy.
Why then how?
Well,º almost any microphotoistº worth his chemicots will tip anyone tossingº him the teaser that if a negative of a horse happens to melt enoughº while drying,
well,º what you do get is, well,º a positively grotesquely distorted macromass of all sorts of horsehappy values and masses of meltwhile horse. Tip. Well,º this freely is what must have occurred to our missive (there's a
sod of a turb for you! please wisp off the grass!) unfilthed from the boucher
by the sagacity of a lookmelittle likemelong hen. Heated residenceº in the heart of the orangeflavoured mudmound had partly obliterated the negative to start with, causing some features palpably nearer your pecker to be swollen up most grossly while the farther back we manage to wiggle the more we need the loan of a lens to see as much as the hen saw. Tip.
You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy? You says: It is a puling sample jungle of woods. You most shouts out: Bethicket me for a stump of a beech if I have the poultriest notions what the forestº he all means. Gee up, girly! |shThe quad gospellers may own the targum but any of the zingariº shoolerim may pick a peck of kindlings yet from the sack of auld hensyne.sh|
Lead, kindly fowl! They always did: ask the ages. What bird has done yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it moult, be it hatch, be it agreement in the nest. For her socioscientific sense is sound as a bell, sir:º her volucrine automutativeness right on normalcy: she knows, she just feels she was kind of born to lay and love eggs (trust her to propagate the species and hooshº her fluffballs safe through din and danger!):º lastly but mostly, in her genesic field it is all game and no gammon:º she is ladylike in everything she does and plays the gentleman's part every time. Let us auspice it! Yes, before all this has time to end the golden eggº must return with its vungenceº. Man will become dirigible, agueº will be rejuvenated, woman with her ridiculous white burden will reach by one step sublime incubation, the manewantingº human lioness with her dishorned discipular manram will lie down together publicly flank upon fleece. No, assuredly, they are not justified,º those gloompourers who grouse that letters have never been quite their old selves again since that weird weekday in bleak Janiveer (yet how palmy date in a waste's oasis!) when,º to the shock of both, Biddy Doran looked atº literature.
And. She may be a mere |shmarcellash|, this midget madgetcy,
|shMisthress of Arthssh|. But. It is not a hear or say of some
|shanomorous lettersh|, signed Toga Girilisº (teasy dear). We have a
cop of her fist right against our nosibos. We note the paper with her jotty young watermark: |shNotre Dame du Bon
Marchésh|. And she has a heart of Arin! What lumililts as she fols with her
fallimineers and her nadianods. As a strow will shaw soº does the wind blague, recting to show the rudess of a robur,º curling and
shewing the fansaties of a frizette. But how many of her readers realise that she is not out to dizzledazzle with a graith uncouthrement of postmantuam glasseries from the lapins and the grigs?º Nuttings on her wilelife!
Grabar gooden grandy for old almeanium adamologists like Dariaumaurius and
Zovotrimaserovmeravmerouvian; (dmzn!); she feel plain plate one flat fact thing and if,
a man alones sine anyon anyons utharas has no rates to done a kik at with anyon anakars about tutus milking fores and the rereres on the outerrand asikimº the tutus to be forrarder. Thingcrooklyexineverypasturesixdixlixencehimaroundhersthemaggerbykinkinkankanwithdownmindlookingatedº. Mesdaims, Marmouselles, Mescerfs! Silvapais! All schwants (schwrites) ischt tell the Cock's trooth aboutº him. Kapak kapuk. No minzies matter. He had to see lifeº foully, the plak and the smutº (schwrites). There were threeº men in him (schwrites). Dancings (schwrites) was his only ttoo feebles. With apple harlottes. And a little mollvogels. Spissially (schwrites) when they peechesº. Honeys wore camelia paints. Yours very truthful. Add dapple inn. Yet it isº but an old story, the tale of a Treestone with one Ysold, of a Mons held by tentpegs and his Palº whatholootsedº on the run,º what Cadman could but Badman wouldn't, any Genoaman against any Venis, and why Kate takes charge of the waxworks.º
Let us now, |shweather, health, dangers, public orders and other circumstances permitting,sh| whenº perfectly convenient, if you police, ofterº you, policepolice, pardoning mein, ich beam so fresch, hey?,º drop this jiggery-pokeryº and talk straight turkey asº meet to mateº for while the ear, be we mikealls or nicholists, may sometimes be inclined to believe others the eyeº, whether browned or nolensed, findsº it devilish hard now and again even to believe itself. Habes aures et num videbis? Habes oculos ac mannepalpabunt?º Tip!º Drawing nearer to take our slant at it (since after all it has met with misfortune while all underground), letº us see all there may remain to be seen.
|shI am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear. You are a poorjoist,º unctuous to polise nopebobbies and tunnibelly soully when
'tis thime took o'er home, gin.sh| We cannot say aye to aye. We cannot smile noes from noes. Still. One cannot help noticing that rather more than half of the lines run north-southº in the Nemzes and
Bukarahast directions while the others go west-eastº in search from Maliziies with Bulgarad for, tiny tot though it looks when
schtschupnistling alongside other incunabula,º it has its cardinal points for all that. These ruled barriers along which the traced wordsº run, march, halt, walk, stumble at doubtful points, stumble
up again in comparative safety seem to have been drawn first of all in a pretty checker with lampblack and blackthorn. Such crossing is antechristian,º of course, but the use of the homeborn shillelagh as an aid to calligraphy shows a
distinct advance from savagery to barbarism. It is seriously believed by some that the intention may have been geodeticº or, in the view of the cannier, domestic economical. But by writing thithaways end to end and turning, turning and end
to end hithaways writing and with lines of litters slittering up and louds
of latters slettering down, the old semetomyplace and jupetbackagain from Hamº Let Rise till Hum Litº Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?
Another point. Inº addition to the original sand, pounce powder, drunkardº paper or soft rag used (any vet or inhanger in ourº sot's social can see the seen for seemself, a wee ftofty od room, the cheery spluttered on the one karrig, a darka disheen of voos from Dalbania, any gotsquantity of racky, a portogal and some buk setting out on the sofer, you remember the sort of softball sucker motru used to tell us when we were all biribiyas or nippies and messas) it has acquired accretions of terricious matter whilst loitering in the past. The teatimestained terminal (say not the tag, mummer, or our show's a failure!)º is a cosy little brown study all to oneself and, whether it be thumbprint, mademark or just a poor trait of the artless, its importance in establishing the identities in the writer complexus (for if the hand was oneº the minds of active and agitated were more than so) will be best appreciated by never forgetting that both before and after the battle of the Boyne it was a habit not to sign letters always. Tip. And it is surely a lesser ignorance to write a word with every consonant too few than to add all too many. The end? Say it with missiles then and thus arabesque the page. You have your cup of scalding Souchong, yourº taper's waxen drop, your cat's pawº, the clove or coffinnailº you chewed or champed as you worded it, your lark in clear air. So why, pray, sign anything as long as every word, letter, penstroke, paperspace is a perfect signature of its own? A true friend is known much more easily, and better into the bargain,º by his personal touch, habits of fullº or undress, movements,º response to appeals for charity than by his footwear, say.
And,º speaking anent Tiberias and other incestuish salacities among gerontophils, a worldº of warning about the tenderloined passion
hinted at. Someº softnosed peruser might mayhem take it up erogenously as the usual
perfectly usualº case of spoons,º prostituta in herba plus dinky pinks
deliberatively summersaulting off her bisexycleº at the main entrance of curate's perpetual soutane suit with her one to see and awoh! who picks her up as gingerly as any
balmbearer would to feel whereupon the virgin was most hurt andº nicely asking: whyre have you been so grace a mauling and where were you chaste me child? Be who, fartherº
potential? and so wider but we grisly old Sykos who have done our
unsmiling bit on 'alices, when they were yung and easily freudened, in the penumbra of the procuring
room (andº what oracular comepression we have had, very priveetly, of course, toº apply to them!)º
could (did we care to sell our feebought silence in camera) tell our very
moistnostrilled one that father in such virgated contexts is not always that undemonstrative relative (often held up to our contumacy) who
settles our hashbill for us and what an innocent allabroad's adverb such as Michaelly looks like can be suggestive of under the pudendascope and, finally, what a neurastheneº nympholept, endocrine-pineal typus, of inverted parentage with a prepossessing drauma present in her past and a priapic urge for congress with agnates before cognates fundamentally is feeling for under her lubricitous meiosis when she refers with liking to some feeler she fancie's face. And.º Mm. We could. Yes. Whatº need to say? 'Tis as human a little story as paper could well carry, in affect, as singsing so Salaman susuing to swittvitles while as unbluffingly blurtubruskblunt as an Esra, theº cat, the cat's meeter, the meeter's cat's wife, the meeter's cat's wife's half better, the meeter's cat's wife's half better's meeter,º and so back to our horses, for we also know, what we have perused from the pages of I Was A Gemral, that showtingº up of Bulsklivism by “Schottenboum”º, that Father Michael about this red time of the white terror equals the old regime and Margaret is the social revolution while cakes mean the party funds and dear thank you signifies national gratitude. In fine, we have heard, as it happened, of Spartacus intercellular. We are not corknered yet,º dead hand! We can recall, with voluntears, the froggy jewº and sweeter far 'twere now westhinks in Dumbil's fair city ere one more year is o'er. We tourned our coasts to the good gay tunes whenº from down swords the sea merged the oldowth guns and answer made the bold O'Dwyer. But. Est modest in verbos. Let a prostitute be whoso stands before a door and winks or parks herself in the fornix near a makeussin wall (sinsin! sinsin!) and the curate one who brings strong waters (gingin! gingin!), but also, and dinna forget, that there is many asleeps between someathome's first and moreinausland's last, thatº the beautiful presence of waiting kates will until life's (!) be more than enough to make any milkmike,º in the tonguageº of sweet tarts,º punch hell's hate into his twin nicky,º and that Maggy's tea, or your Majestyº, if heard as a boost from a born gentleman is (?).º For if the iridatedº lingo gasped between kicksheets, however basically English, were to be preached from the homosapuelº mouths of wickerchurchwardens and metaphysicians in the row and advokaatoes, allvoyous, demivoyelles, languoaths, lesbiels, dentelles, gutterhowls and furtzº, where would their practice be or where the human race itself were the Pythagorean sesquipedalia of the panepistemion, however apically Volapucky, grunted and gromwelled, ichabod, habakuk, opanoff, uggamyg, hapaxle, gomenon, ppppfff, over country stiles, behind slated dwellinghouses, down blind lanesº or, when all fruit fails, under some sacking left on a coarse cart?º
So hath been, love: tis tis: and will be: till wears and tears and ages. Thief us the night, steal we the air, shawl thiner liefest, mine! Here, O hereº, insult
the fair! Traitor, bad hearer, brave! The lightning look, the birding cry, awe from the grave, everflowing on the times. Feueragusaria iordenwater; now godsun shine on menday's daughter; a good clap, a fore marriage, a bad wake, tell hell's well; such is manowife's lot of lose and win again, like he's gruen quhiskers on who's chin again, she plucketed them out but they grown in again. So what are you going to do about it? O dear!
If juness she saved! Ah ho! And if yulone he pouved! The olold stoliolum! From quiqui quinet to michemiche chelet and a jambebatiste to a brulobrulo! It is told in sounds in utter that, in signs so adds to, in universal, in polygluttural, in each auxiliary neutral idiom, sordomutics, florilingua, sheltafocal, flayflutter, a con's cubane, a pro's tutute, strassarab, ereperse and anythongue athall. Since nozzy Nanette tripped palmyways with Highho Harry there's a spurtfire turf a'kind o'kindling whenoftº as the souffsouff blows her peaties up and a claypot wet for thee, my Sitys, and talkatalka tell Tibbs has eve: and whathough (revilous life proving aye the death of ronaldses when win powerº wine has bucked the kick on poor won man) billiousness has been billiousness during milliums of millenions and our mixed racings have been giving two hoots onº three jeersº for the grape, vine and brew and Pieter's in Nieuw Amsteldam and Paoli's where the poules go and rum smelt his end for him and he dined off sooth american (it would give one the frier even were one a normal kettlelickerº) this oldworld epistola of their weatherings and their marryings and their buryings and their natural selections has combled tumbled down to us fersch and made-at-all-hours like an auldº cup on tay. As I was hottin me souser. Haha! And as you was caldin your dutchy hovel. Hoho! She tole the tail ofº her toon. Huhu!
Now, kapnimancy and infusionism may both fit as tight as two trivets but while we in our wee free state, holding to that prestatute in our charter, may have our irremovable doubts as to the whole sense of the lot, the interpretation of any phrase in the whole, the
meaning of every word of a phrase so far deciphered out of it, however unfettered our Irish daily independence,º we must vaunt no idle dubiosity as to its genuine authorship and holusbolus authoritativeness. And let us bringtheecease to
beakerings on that clink, olmond bottler! On the face of it, to volt back to our desultory horses, and for your roughshod mind, bafflelost bull, the affair is a thing once for all done and there you are somewhere and finished in a certain time, be it a day or a year or even supposingº it should
eventually turn out to be a serial number of goodness gracious alone knowsº how many days or years. Anyhow,º somehow and somewhere,
before the bookflood or after her ebb, somebody mentioned by name in his telephone directory, Coccolanius or Gallotaurus, wrote it, wrote it all, wrote it all down,º and there you are,º
full stop. O, undoubtedly yes,º and very potably so, but one who deeper thinks will always bear in the baccbuccus of his mind that this downright there you are and there it is is only all in his eye. Why?
Because, Soferim Bebel,º if it goes to that (and |shdormerwindow gossipsh| will cry it from the housetops no surelier than |shthe writing on the wallsh| will hue it to the modº of men that mote in the main street), everyº person, place and thing in the chaosmos of Alle anyway connected with the gobblydumped turkery was moving and changing every part of the time: the travelling inkhorn (possibly pot), the hare and turtle pen and paper, the continually more and less intermisunderstanding minds of the anticollaborators, the as time went on as it will variously inflected,º differently pronounced, otherwise spelled, changeably meaning vocable scriptsigns. No, so holp me Petault, it is not a miseffectual whyacinthinous riot of blots and blurs and bars and balls and hoops and wriggles and juxtaposed jottings linked by spurts of speed: it only looks as like it as damn it:º and, sure, we ought really to rest thankful that at this deleteful hour of dungflies dawning we have even a written on with nowº dried ink scrap of paper at all to show for ourselves, tare it or leaf it (and we are luffedº to ourselves as the soulfisher saidº when he led the cat out of the boat),º after all that wasº lost and plundered of it even to the hidmost coignings of the earthº and by all means, after a good ground kiss to Terracussa and for wars luck our lefftoff's flung over our homoplateº, cling to it as with drowning hands, hoping against hope all the while that, by the light of philophosy (and may she never folsage us!),º things will begin to clear up a bit one way or another within the next quarrel of an hour and be hanged to them as ten to one theyº will too, please the pigs, as they ought to categoricallyº as, strictlyº between ourselves,º there is a limit to all things so this will never do.
For, with that farmfrow's foul flair for that flayfell foxfetor (the calamite's columitas calling for calamitous calamitance),º who that inº scrutinising marvels at those indignant
whiplooplashes:º those so prudently bolted or blocked rounds:º the touching reminiscence of an incompleteº trail or dropped final:º the gossipy threadreels,º
a round thousand whirligig glorioles, prefaced by (alas!) now illegible airy plumeflights,º all tiberiously ambiembellishing the initials majuscule of Earwicker:º the meant to be
bafflingº chrismonº trilithon sign H, finally called after some his hes hecitency Hec,º which, moved
contrawatchwise, represents his title in sigla as the smaller A, fontly called following a certain change of state of grace of nature alp or delta, when single, stands for or tautologically stands beside the
consortº (though for that matter, since we have heard from Cathay cyrcles how the hen is not mirely a tick or two after the first fifth fourth of the second eighth
twelfth — siangchang hongkong sansheneul — but yirely the other and thirtieth of the ninth from the twentieth, our own vulgar 432 and 1132 irrespectively, |shwhy not take the former for a village inn, the latter for an upsidown bridge, a multiplication marking for crossroads ahead, which you likeº pothook for the family gibbet,sh| their old fourwheedler |shfor the bucker's field, a tea anyway for a tryst someday, and his onesidemissing for an allblind alley leading to an Irish plot in the Champ de Mors,sh| not?):º the steady monologuyº of the interiors:º the pardonable confusion for which some blame the cudgel and more blame the soot but unthanks to which the pees with their caps awryº are puiteº as often as not taken for pews with their tails in their mouths, thence your Pristopher Polumbosº, henceº our Kat Kresbyterians:º the curt witty wotty dashes never quite just right at the trim trite truth letter:º the sudden spluttered petulance of some capItalIsedº mIddle:º a word as cunningly hidden in its maze of confused drapery as a fieldmouse in a nest of coloured ribbons:º that absurdly bullsfooted bee declaring with an even plainer dummpshow than does the mute commoner with us how hard a thing it is to mpe mporn a gentlerman: and look at this prepronominal funferal, engraved and retouched and edgewiped and puddenpadded, very like a whale's egg farced with pemmican,º as were it sentenced to be nuzzled over a full trillion times for ever and a night till his noddle sink or swim by that ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia: all those red raddled obeli cayennepeppercast over the textº calling unnecessary attention to errors, omissions, repetitions and misalignments: that (probably local or personal) variant maggers for the more generally accepted majesty which is but a trifle and yet may quietly amuse: those superciliouslooking crisscrossed Greek ees awkwardlike perched there and here out of date like sick owls hawked back to Athens: and the geegees too, jesuisticallyº formed at first but afterwards genuflected aggrily toewards the occident: the Ostrogothic kakography affected for certain phrases of Etruscan stabletalk and, in short, the learning betrayed at almost every line's end: the headstrength (at least eleven men of thirtytwo palfrycraft) revealed by a constant labour to make a ghimel pass through the eye of an iota: this, for instance, utterly unexpected sinistrogyric return to one peculiar sore point in the past:º those throneopenº doubleyous (of an early muddy terranean originº whether man chooses to damn them agglutinatively loo — too — blue — face — ache or illvoodawpeehole or, kants koorts, topplefouls) seated with such floprightdown determination and reminding uus ineluctably of nature at her naturalest while that fretful fidget eff (the hornful digamma of your bornabarbar, rarely heard now save when falling from the unfashionable lipsus of some hetarosexual but usedº always in two boldfaced print types — one of
them as wrongheaded as his Claudian brother, is it worth while interrupting to say? —º throughout the papyrus by our copyistº as the revise mark) stalks all over the page, broods, b,º sensationseeking an idea, amid the verbiage, gaunt, stands dejectedly in the diapered window margin withº its basque of bayleaves all aflutter about its forksfrogs, paces with a frown,º jerking to and fro, flinging phrases here, there, or returns, inhibited,º with some half-haltedº suggestion, aº, dragging its shoestring:º the curious warning sign before our protoparent's ipsissima verba (a very pure nondescript, by the way, sometimes a palmtailed otter, more often the arbutus fruitflowerleaf of the cainapple) which paleographers call a leak in the thatch or the Aranman ingperwhis through the hole of his hat,º indicating that the words which follow may be taken in any order desired, hole of Aran man the hat through the whispering his ho (here keen again and begin again to make soundsense and sensesound kin again):º those haughtypitched disdotted aitchesº easily of the rariest inasdroll as most of the jaywalking eyes we do plough into halve, unconnected, principial, medial or final, always jims in the jam, sahib, as pipless as threadworms: the innocent exhibitionism of those frank yet capricious underlinings:º that strange exotic serpentine, since so properly banished from our scripture (about as freakwindº a wetterhand now as to see a rightheaded ladywhite don a corkhorse), which,º everº longerº and of more morosity, seems to uncoil soº spirally in its invincible insolenceº and swell lacertinelazily before our eyes under pressure of the writer's hand:º the ungainly musicianlessness so painted in sculpting selfsounder ah ha as blackartful as a podatus and dumbfounder oh ho oaproarioseº as ten canons in skelterfugue: the studious omission of year number and era name from the date, the one and only time when the writerº seems at least to have grasped the beauty of restraint:º the lubricitous conjugation of the last with the first: the gipsy mating of a grand stylish gravedigging with secondbest buns (an interpolation: these munchables occur only in the Bootherbrowth family of MSS,º Bb =º Cod iv, Pap ii, Brek xi, Lun iii, Dinn xvii, Sup xxx, Fullup MDCXCº: the scholiast has hungrily misheard a deadman's toller as a muffinbell): the four shortened ampersands under which we can glypse at and feel for ourselves across all those rushyears the warm soft short pants ofº the quickscribbler: the vocative lapse from which it begins and the accusative hole in which it ends itself:º the aphasia of that heroic agony of recalling a once loved number leading slip by slipper to a general amnesia of misnomering one's own: next those ars — rrrr! —º those ars all bellical, the highpriest's hieroglyph of kettletom and oddsbones, wrasted redhandedly from our hallowed rubric prayer for truce with booty, O'Remus pro Romulo, and rudely from the fane's pinnacle tossed down by porter to within an
aim's ace of their quatrain of rubijetsº among Those Who arse without the Temple nor since Roe's Distillery burn'd have quaff'd Night's firefill'd Cup But jig jog jug as Day the Dicebox Throws, whang, loyal six I lead, out wi' yerº hearts' bluidº, blast ye, and there she's for you, sir, whang her, the fine ooman, rouge to her lobster locks, the rossy, whang, God and O'Mara has it with his ruddy old Villain Rufus,º wait, whang, God and you're another he hasn't for there's my spoil five of spuds's trumps, whang, whack on his pigsking's kisserº for him, K.M. O'Mara where are you!:º then (coming over to the left aisle corner down) the cruciform postscript from which three basia or shorter and smaller oscula have been overcarefully scraped away,º plainly inspiring the tenebrous τuncº page of the Bookº of Kells (and then it need not be lost sight of that there are exactly three squads of candidates for the crucian rose awaiting their turn in the marginal panels of Columkiller, chugged in their three ballotboxes,º then set apart for such hanging committees, where two was enough for anyone, starting with old Matthew himself, as he with great distinction said then just as since then people speaking have fallen into the custom, when speaking to a person, of saying two is company when the third person is the person darkly spoken of,º and then that last labiolingual basium might be read as a suavium if whoever the embracer then was wrote with a tongue in his — or perhaps her —º cheek as the case may have been then):º and the fatal droopadwindle slope of the blamedº scrawl, a sure sign of imperfectible moral blindness:º the toomuchness, the fartoomanyness of all themº fourlegged ems —º and why spell dear god with a big thick dheeº (why, O why, O why?) —º the cut and dry aks and wise form of the semifinal:º and, eighteenthly or twentyfourthly, but at least, thank Maurice, lastly when all is zed and done, the penelopean patience of its last paraphe, a colophon of no fewer than seven hundred and thirtytwo strokes tailed by a leaping lasso — who thus at all this marvelling but will press on hotly to see the vaulting feminine libido of those interbranching ogham sex upandinsweeps sternly controlled and easily repersuaded by the uniform matteroffactness of a meandering male fist?º
Duff-Muggli, who now may be quoted by very kind arrangement (his electroscophoniousº photosensition under
suprasonic light control may be logged for by our none too distant futures as soon as toneº values can be
turned out from Chromophilomosº Limited at a millicentime the microamp),º first called this kind of paddygoeasy partnership the ulykkeanº or
tetrachiric-quadrumaneº or ducks and drakesº or debts and dishes perplex (v. Some Forestallings over that Studium of Sexophonologistic Schizophrenesis, vol.
XXIVº pp.º 2-555) after the wellinformed observation, madeº miles apart from the Master by Tung-Toyd (cf.º Later Frustrations
amengst the Neomugglian
Teachings abaft the Semiunconscience,º passim), thatº in the case of the littleknown periplic bestteller popularly associated with the namesº of the wretched mariner (trianforan deffwedoff our plumsucked pattern shapekeeper) a Punic admiralty report, From |shMacPerson's Osheansh| Round By the Tides of Jason's Cruise, hadº been cleverly capsized and saucily republished as a dodecanesian baedeker of the every-tale-a-treat-in-itself variety which could hope satisfactorily to tickle me gander as game as your goose.
The unmistaken identity of the persons in the Tiberiast duplex came to light in the most devious of ways. The original document was in what is known as Hanno O'Nonhanno's unbrookable script, that is to sayº it showed no
signs of punctuation of any sort. Yet on holding the verso against a lit rush this new book of Morses responded most remarkably to the silent query of our world's oldest light and its
recto let out the piquant fact that it was but pierced butnot punctured (in the university sense of the term) by numerous stabs and foliated gashes made by a pronged instrument. These paper wounds, four in type, were gradually and correctly understood to mean stop, please
stop, do please stop,º and O do please stop respectively and, followingº up their one true clue, the circumflexuous wall of a singleminded men's asylum, accentuated by bi tso fb rok engl a ssan dspl itch inaº — Yard inquiries pointed out → that
theyº ἀdº bîn “provòked”º byº D fork, ὁf
ἁº grave Brofèssorº; ἁthº é's Brèak — fast — table; ; acùtely
profèššionally piquéd, to = introdụ̀çe ἁº nòtiönº
ὁfº timeº [ὑpòn ἁº plāñeº (?)
sụ̀’’rfaiç’e’]º by pụ̀nct!º ingh ὀlesº
(sic)º in iSpåceº?! Deeplyº religious by nature and position,º and warmly attached to Thee,
smearbreadº and better and Him and newlaidills, it was rightly suspected that such ire could not have been visited by him,º Brotfressor Prenderguest,º even
underwittingly, upon the ancestral pneuma of one whom, with rheuma, he venerated shamelessly at least once a week at Cockspur Common as his apple in his eye and her first boy'sº best friend and, though plain English for a married lady misled heaps by the way, yet when some peerer or peeress detected that the fourleaved shamrock or
quadrifoil jab was more recurrent wherever the script was clear and the term terse and that these two were theº selfsame spotsº naturally selected for her perforations by Dame Partlet on her
dungheapº thinkers all put grown in waterunspillfullº Pratiland only and a playful fowl and musical me byº
not you in any case, two and two together, and, with a swarm of bisses honeyhunting after, a sigh for shyme (O, the pettybonny rouge!) separated modest
mouths. So be it. And it was. The lettermaking of the explots of Fjorgn Camhelsson when he was in the Kvinnes country with Soldru's men. With acknowledgment of our fervour of the first instant he remains years most fainfully. For postscrapt see
spoils. Though not yet had the sailor sipped thatº
sup nor the humphar foamed to the fill. And fox and geese still kept the peace around |shL'Auberge du Père Adamsh|.
Small need after that, old Jeromesolem, old Huffsnuff, old Andycox, old Olecasandrum, for quizzing your weekenders come to the R.Q. with: heº shoots off in a hiss, muddles up in a mussmass and his whole's a dismantled noondrunkard's son.
Howbeitº we heard not a son of sons to leave by him to oceanic society in his old man without a thing in his ignorance, Tulko MacHooley. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow.º Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its fellow. The daughters are after going and lookingº for him, Torba's nicelookers of the fair necksº. Wanted for millinary servance to olderly's person by the Totty Askinses. Formelly confounded with amother. May beº growing a moustache, did you say, with an adorable look of amuzement? And uses noclass billiardhalls with an upandown ladder? Not Hans the Curier though had he had have only had some little laughings and some less of cheeks and were he not so warried by his bulb of persecussion he could have, ay, and would have, as true as Essex bridge. And not Gopheph-go-gossipº, I declare to man! Noe! To all's much relief one's half hypothesis of thatº jabberjaw ape amok the showering jestnuts of Bruisanose was hotly dropped and his room taken up by that odious and still today insufficiently malestimated notesnatcher, Shem (kak, pfooi, bosh and fiety, much earny, Gus, poteen? Sez you!)º the Penmanº.