Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, next halted to fetch a breath, the first
|s13|shcothurminoussh|s13| leg of his nightstride being pulled through, and to loosen (let
God's son now be looking down on to the poor preambler!) both of his bruised brogues that were plainly made a good bit before his hosen were at the weir by Lazar's Walk (for far and wide, as large as he was lively, was he noted for his humane treatment of any kind of abused footgear), a matter of maybe nine score or so barrelhours' distance off, as truly he merited to do. He was
there, I could planimetrically see, when I took a closer look at him, that was to say, greatly altered for the brighter though still the graven image of his squarer self as he was used to be, perspiring but happy notwithstanding his foot was still asleep on him, the way he thought by the holy januarious he had a bullock's hoof in his buskin, with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland
untranscended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a butterblond warden of the peace, one comestabulish Sigurdsen, who, buried upright like the Osbornes, had tumbled slumbersomely on sleep at night duty behind the curing station, equilebriated amid the embracings of a monopolised bottle.
Now, there were as many as twentynine hedgedaughters out of Saint Brigid's national nightschool (for I seemed to remember how it was still a |s13look before you leap once-upon-a-fours13| year) learning
their antemeridian lesson of life, beseated as they were upon the brinkspondy, attracted to the rare sight of the first human yellowstone landmark while they paddled away keeping time magnetically with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolyfool jouay allo misto posto,
all barely in their typtap teens, describing a charming dactylogram of nocturnes though repelled by the snores of the log who looked stuck to the sod as ever and oft, when liquefied, he murmoaned abasourdly in his Dutchener's native, visibly unmoved, over his treasure trove for the crown: Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy smuggy flasky!
Jaun (after he had in the first place doffed a hat with a reinforced crown and bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise of goodwill girls on their best beehiviour who all they were girls all rushing sowarmly for the post as buzzy as sie could bie to read his kisshands, kittering all about, rushing and making a tremendous girlsfuss over him pellmale
|13(+|sh, their jeune
premier,ºsh|+)13| and his rosyposy smile, mussing his frizzy hair and the gollywog curls of him all done in loveletters like a trayful of cloudberry tartlets
|13(|shain't they fine, mighty, mighty fineº and
honoured?sh|)13| and smilingly smelling, pair and pair about, broad by bread and slender to slimmer, the nice perfumios that came peeling off him (nice!) which was angelic simply, savouring of wild thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs (O nice!)
asinging to his stamen and apetting of his pistil and feeling his full fat pouch for him so tactily and jingaling his jellybags, for |s13|shthoughº he looked a young
chapplieº of sixtineº they could frole by his manhood thatsh|s13| he was just the killingest ladykiller all by kindness now you, Jaun, asking kindlily (hillo, missies!) after
their howareyous at all with those of their dollybegs, and where's Agatha's lamb? and how are (13'the two Bernadetta's13') columbillas?
(13'and Julienna'sº |shtubberbunniessh|? and
tuggerfunnies?13')) next went on (finefeelingfit!) to drop a few stray remarks anent their personal appearances and the contrary tastes displayed in their tight kittycasques and their smart frickyfrockies, asking coy one after sloy one had she read Irish legginds and gently reproving one that the ham of her hom could be seen below her hem and whispering another aside that the hook of her hum was open a bittock at her back, to have a side-eye to that, hom, and all of course just to fill up a form out of pure human kindness and in a sprite of fun, for Jaun, by the way, was by way of becoming (I think, I hope he was) the most purely human being that ever was called man|13, |shloving all up and down the whole creation from Sampson's tyke to Jones'ssh| |shsprat and from the kingº of all Wrenns down to infewseriessh|13|. Jaun, after those few prelimbs, made out through his horoscope the apparition of his fond sister Izzy, for he knowed his love by her waves of splabashing and she showed him proof by her way of blubushing, nor could he forget her so tarnelly easy as all that since he was brotherbesides her benedict godfather and heaven knows he thought the world and his life of her sweet heart could buy, poor, good, true, Jaun.
— Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express cordiality, marked by clearance of diction and general delivery, as he began to take leave of his scholastica at once so as to gain time with deep affection, we honestly believe you soeurly will miss us the moment we exit yet we feel as a martyr to the dischurch of all duty that it is about time, by Great Harry, we would
shove off to stray on our long last journey and not be the load on ye. This is the gross proceeds of your teachings in which we were raised, you, Sis, that used to write to us the exceeding nice letters for presentation and would be telling us anon (full well do we wont to recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of homespinning and derringdo and dieobscure and daddyho, those tales which reliterately
whisked oft our heart so narrated by thou, gesweest, to perfection, our pet pupil of the whole rhythmetic class and the mainsay of our erigenal house, the time we younkers twain were fairly tossing ourselves (O Phoebus! O Pollux!) in bed, having
been laid up with Castor's oil on the Parrish's syrup (the night we well remember) for to share our hard suite of affections with thee.
I rise, O fair assemblage. Andcommincio. Now then, after this introit of exordium, my galaxy girls, quiproquo of directions to henservants I was asking his advice on the strict T.T. from Father Mike, P.P., my orational dominican |s13and
|shconfessor doctorsh|s13| (buyd the birds,
(13'|shas he yerked me under the
ribssh|º13') he was saying sermon in an offrand way and confidences petween pees like ourselves in so and so many nuncupiscent words about how he had just been confarreating teat-à-teat with two viragos
intactas and what an awful life he led, poorish priced, (13'|shuttering mass for a coppall of
|s+chestnuts geldingss+|sh|13') and what a lawful day it was, there and then, for a
consommation with an effusion and how, by all the manny larries ate pignatties, how|s13, |shhellº
in tummiessh|º,s13| he'd marry me flying any old buckling time as quick as he'd look at me), and I am giving youth now in words of style,
byaway of offertory, his and mikeadvice as(13', ereº |shhe retook him to his
curesh|,13') those |s+13'words verbss+|13'| he said to me.
|s13|shFrom above.sh|s13| Come
all ye dimsel damsels, siddle down and listle all! Follow me close! Keep me in view! Understeady me saries! Which is to all practising massoeuses from a preaching freer and be a gentleman without a duster before a parlourmade without a spitch. Where the lisieuse are we and what's the first sing to be sung?
|s13|shIs it rubrics, mandarimus, arifla pasqualinesº or verdidads
unread is in itº or the bruiselividsh|
|shundergonessh| |shof estreme voyoulence and, for the lover of
lithurgy,sh| |shwhere's the fate's to be wished
for?sh|s13| Several sindays after whatsintime. I'll sack that sick server the minute I bless him.
|s13«+'|shEconomy of movementsh|,
axe why said.s+'| I've a (+hopesome's+) choice if I chouse of all the |sh(+scents sinkts+) in the colander. Fromsh| (+|shLurkin in our Mintsh| Ignitiousº Purpalume+) |shtosh| |shFranciscoº Ultramare, (+eighth last+) of scorchers, third of snows, in terrorgammonsº howdydos.sh|s13| Here she's is a belle, virginwhite. Doremous! During our brief apsence from this furtive feugtig season adhere to as many as probable of the ten commandments |s13|shtouching purgations and indulgences,sh|s13| and in the long run they will prove for your better guidance along your path of right of way. The same or similar to be kindly observed within the affianced dietcess of Gay O'Toole and Gloamy Gwenn du Lake (13'|sh(Danish spoken!)sh|13') from Manducare Monday up till farrier's siesta in china dominos. Words taken in triumph(13', |shmy sweet assistancesh|,13') from the sufferant pen of our jocosus inkerman militant of the reed behind the ear. Never miss your lostsomewhere mass for the couple in Myles you butrose to brideworship. Never hate mere pork which is bad for your knife of a good friday. Never let a hog of the |13hill howth13| trample underfoot your |13lily of Killarney linen of Killiney13|. Never play lady's game for the Lord's stake. Never lose your heart away till you win his diamond back. Make a strong point of never kicking up your rumpus over the scroll end of sofas in the Dar Bey Coll Cafeteria by tootling risky apropos songs at commercial travellers' smokers for their columbian nights entertainments the like of White limbs they never stop teasing or Minxy was a Manxmaid when Murry wore a Man. And, by the bun, is it you goes bisbuiting His Esaus and Cos and then throws them bag in the box? Why, the tin's nearly empty. First, thou shalt not smile. Twice, thou shalt not love. Lust, thou shalt not commix idolatry. |13|shHip confinerssh| help compunction.13| Never park your brief stays in the men's convenience. Never clean your buttoncups with your dirty pair of sassers. Never ask his first person where's your quickest cut to our last place. Never let the promising hand usemake free of your oncemaid sacral. The soft side of the axe! |13|shA coil of cord, a colleen coy, a blush on a bush turned first man's laughter into wailful moither. O foolish cuppled! Ah, dice's error!sh|13| Never dip in the ern while you've browsers on your suite. Never slip the silver key through your gate of golden age. (13'|shCollide with mansh|, collude with money.13') Ere you sail foreget my prize. |s13|shWhenº you truss be circumspiciousº and all ways lookº before you leak, dears.sh|s13| Never christen medlard apples till a swithin is in sight. Wet your thistle where a weed is and you'll rue it, despyneedies. Especially beware,
please, of being at a party to any demoralising home life. That saps a chap. Keep cool faith in the firm, have warm hoep in the house and begin frem athome to be chary of charity. (13'|s+Where it is nobler in the main to supperº than the boys and errors of outrager's virtue.s+| |shGive back those
stolen kissessh|; restaure those allcotten glooves.13') Recollect the yella perals that |s13|shall too oftensh|s13| beset green gerils, Rhidarhoda and Daradora, once they get hobbyhorsical, playing breeches parts for Bessy Sudlow in fleshcoloured pantos instead of earthing down in the coalhole trying to boil the big Gunne's dinner. Leg-before-Wicked lags-behind-Wall where here Mr Whicker whacked a great fall. Femorafamilla feeled it a candleliked but Hayes, Conyngham and Robinson sware it's an egg. Forglim mick aye! Stay, forestand and tillgive it! Remember the biter's bitters I shed the |s13hour |shvigilsh|s13| I buried our Harlotte Quai from poor Mrs Mangain's of Britain court on the feast of Marie Maudlin. |s13|shAh,º who would wipe her weeper dry and lead her to the haltarº?sh|s13| Sold in her heyday, laid in the straw, bought for one puny petunia. Moral: if you can't point a lily get to henna out of here! Put your swell foot foremost on foulardy pneumonia shertwaists, irriconcilible with true fiminin risirvition, and ribbons of lace, limenick's disgrace. Sure what is it on the whole only holes tied together and the merest transparent washingtones to make Languid Lola's lingery longer? |s13|shScenta Clauthes but stiffstuffs your hose and «+'heatsies heartsiess+'| full of temptiness.sh| «+'Vanity flee and Verity fear!s+'|s13| Whalebones and buskbutts may hurt you (13'(thwackaway thwuck!)13') but never lay bare your breast secret (13'(dickette's place!)13') to joy (13'a13') Jonas in the Dolphin's Barncar (13'with your meetual fan,º Doveyed Covetfilles,º sighing comepulsing paynattention spasms between the averthisment for Ulikah's wine and |sha pair of pulldoonsº of the old cupiosity shapesh|13'). There you'll fix your eyes darkled on the autocart of the bringfast cable but here till you're martimorphysed please sit still face to face. For if the shorth of your skorth falls down to his knees pray how wrong will he look till he rises? Not before Gravesend is commuted. But now reappears Autist Algy, the pulcherman |13«+'and |shwould-do performersh|s+'|13|, |s13|sholeas Mrº Smuth,sh|s13| stated (13'by the |shvice crusaderssh|13') to be well
known |s13to all the |shdallytauntiessh|s13| in and near the ciudad of Buellas Arias, taking you to the playguehouse to see the Smirchings of Venus, introducing you(13', |shleftº to right the party comprises,ºsh|13') to hogarths and asking (13'|shwith wispered offerssh|13') in a very low bearded voice, with a nice little |13tiny13| manner and in a very nice little |13|shtonysh|13| way, won't you be an artist's moral and pose in your nudies as a local esthetic before voluble old masters |13'|s+likes+|13'| Bottisilly and Titteretto and Vergognese and |13Coraggio! Coraggio,º (+|shwith their extrahand Mazzaccio,ºsh|+) |shplus the usual bilker's dozen of dowdycameramensh|º.13| And the volses of lewd Buylan, for innocence! And the phyllisophies of Bussup Bulkeley. |13|a|shO, the frecklessnessº of the giddies nouveau tays!sh|ºa| |shThere's many's the icepolled globetapperº is haunted by the hottest spot under his equatorsh| |shlike Ramrod, the «+'mighty meatys+'| hunter, always jaeger for a thrustsh|.13| (13'|shThe back beautifulsh|, the undraped |shdivinesh|!º13') All blah! (13'|shViper's
vapid vilest!sh|13') Put off the old man at the very font and get right on with the nutty sparker round the back. |s13|shSlip your oval out of touch and let the «+'churchdoor paraviss+'| be your goal.sh|s13| (13'Up leather, Prunella, |shconvert your trysh|!13') Stick wicks in your earshells when you hear the prompter's voice. Look on a boa in his beauty and you'll nevermore wear your strawberry leaves. Rely on the relic. What bondman ever you bind on earth I'll be bound 'twas combined in hemel. Keep airly hores and the worm is yores. |s13|shDress the pussysh| for her nighty and follow |~the her~| piggytails up the their way to Winkyland. «+'|shAfter having sat your poetries and you know what happens when chine throws over jupan.sh|s+'|s13| Go to doss with the poulterer|s13, |shyou understand,sh|s13| and shake up with the milchmand. The Sully van vultures are on the prowl. And the hailies fingring maries. Tobacco's tabu and toboggan's a backseat. Secret satieties and onanymous letters make the great unwatched as bad as their betters. Don't on any account acquire a paunchon for that alltoocommon |s13fagend |shfagbuttsh|s13| habit of frequenting and chumming together with the |s+13'pairs bracess+|13'| of couples in Mr Tunnelly's |s+13'halldoorways hallwayss+|13'| |s13|sh(smash it)sh|s13|, wriggling with lowcusses and cockchafers and vamps and rodants, in the end to commit acts of
interstipital indecency as between twineties and tapegarters(13', |shfingerpatssh| on fondlepets,13') under the |s13coverfew couvrefeus13| act. |s13It's the thin end,º wedge your steps. |shYour highpoweredº hefty hoyden thinks nothing of vampingº through a whole suite of smokeless husbands.sh|s13| Three minutes, I'm counting you! Woooooon! No triching now! Give me that when I tell you! |s13|shRagazza ladra!sh|s13| And is that any place to be smuggling his madam's apples up? (13'|shDeceitful jade.sh|13') Gee wedge! Begor, I like the way they're half cooked. Hold, flay, grill, fire that laney feeling for kosenkissing dysgenically within the proscribed limits like Population Peg on a hinter too (13'|shclandestinelysh|13') does be doing to Temptation Tom. Atkings questions in barely and snakking |s+13'smuth svarewordss+|13'| like a nursemagd. While there's men-o'-war on the say there'll be loves-o'-women on the do. Love |13|shthrough the usual channelssh|13|, cisternbrothelly, when properly disinfected and taken neat in the generable way upon retiring to roost in the company of a husband-in-law or other respectable relative of an apposite sex, |s13«+'not |shlove that leads by the nosesh| as |shI foresmelltsh| buts+'| |shcanalised love, you understand,sh|s13| does a felon good, suspiciously if he has a slugger's liver. But I cannot belabour the point too ardently (and after the lessions of experience I speak from inspiration) that fetid spirits is the thief of prurities so none of your twenty rod cherrywhisks, me daughter, at the Cat and |s13Rabbit Coneyº or |shthe Spotted Dogsh|ºs13|. When the night's in May and the moon shines might. And at 2 bis Lot's Road. When parties get tight for each other they lose all respect together. By the stench of her fizzle and the glib of her gab know the drunken draggletail Dublin drab. You'll pay for each bally sorraday
night every billing sumday morning. We won't meeth in Navan till you try to give the Kellsfireclub the goby. Hill or hollow, Hull or Hague! And beware how you dare of wet cocktails in Kildare or the same may see your wedding driving home from your wake. |s13|shMaids Mades of ashens when you flirt spoil the lad but spare his shirt. Lay your lilylike long his shoulder but buck back if he buttsº bolder and just hep your homely hop and heed no horning. Butº if you've got some brainy notion to raise cancan and rouse commotion I'll be apt to flail that tail for you till it's
borning.sh| Let the lore |sa|shyouºsa| ladleliked at the lycº unreaded girde your gastricks in the gymsh|.s13| Nor must you omit to screw the lid firmly on that jazz jiggery, kick starts, bumping races on the flat and point to coint over obstacles. Ridewheeling that acclivisciously up windy Rutland Rise and insighting rebellious northers in the saunter of the city of Dunlop. Then breretonbiking on the free with your airs of go-be-dee and your heels upon the handlebars. |s13No, |shbefore your corselage rib is decartilagedsh|, that is, to mean,º |shif you have visceral ptosissh|º, my point is,º making allowances for the factsº of |shyour weak abdominal wall and your liver asprawlsh|º, gingin, gingin, or Should shoulds13| you feel|s13, |shin shortssh|,s13| as though you needed healthy physicking (13'exercise |shexorcisesh|º13') to flush your kidneys, you understand, and move |s13the that twelffinger twelfingerºs13| bowel |s13|shand threadworm inhibitating itsh|s13|, lassy, and perspire freely, why, (13'lict your lector in the lobby andº13') out you go (13'by the ostiary13') on (13'to13') the dirt track and skip. (13'Be |sha sportivesh|.13') Deal with Nature, the great greengrocer, and pay regular by the monthlies. Your Punt's Perfume's only in the hatpinny shop beside the reek of the rawney. It's more important than air — I mean than |s13food eatss13| — air |s13(oopº, |shI never open |samy mouth momouthsa| but I pack mefood in itsh|)s13| and promotes that natural emotion. |s13|shStamp out bad eggs.sh| |shWhy so many puddings prove disappointingsh||sa, |shasº Dietician sayssh| «+'inº Creature Comforts Causeriess+'|,sa| |shand why so much soup is muck slopsh|. If we could fatten on the elizabeetons we wouldn't have teeth like the hippotamians hippopotamians.s13| Likewise if I were in your unvelope shirt I'd keep my weathereye well cocked open for your furnished lodgers paying for their feed on tally with company and piano tunes. |13|shonly Only stuprifying yourself!sh|13| The too friendly friend sort|s13,º |shMazourikanoff Mazourikawitch or some other sukinsin of a vitchsh|,ºs13| who he's kommen from olt Pannonia on this |13purpose porpoise13| and who mix himself so at home mid the musik and spanks the ivory so lovely, Mistro Melosiosus MacShine MacShane, |s13oleas Mr Smuth,s13| may soon prove your undoing and bane through the succeeding years of rain should you, whilst Jaun is from home, get used to basking in his loverslowlap(13', |s+|shinordinately cladsh|,s+| |shmoustacheteasingsh|,13')
when closeheaded together behind locked doors, kissing steadily (it's not the thing, you know) with the calfloving selfseeker
under the influence of woman, inching up to you, disarranging your modesties and fumbling with his forte paws in your bodice after your billydoos twy as a first go-off (take care, would you stray and split on me!) and going on doing his idiot every time you gave him his chance to get thick and play pigglywiggly, making much of you, bilgetalking like a ditherer about your glad neck and the round globe and the white milk and the red raspberries (O horrifier!) and prying down furthermore to chance his lucky arm with his pregnant questions up to our past lives. (13'|shWhat has that caught to sing with him?sh|º13') |s13|shThe next fling you'll be squittingº on the Tubber Nakel, pouring pitchers to the well for old Gloatsdane's glorification and the postequitiesº of the Black Watch, peeping private from the Bush and Rangers.sh| «+'|shAnd our local busybody,sh| |shtalker, go, bragk.sh|s+'| |sa|shWorse again! |sbOut of «+'Of Off ofs+'|sb| that praying fan on toº them priars!sh|sa|s13| It would be a whorable state of affairs altogether for the red columnists |s13|shof press-written epicssh|s13|, Peter Paragraph and Paulus Puff |13(I'm keepsoaking them |shto cover my concertssh|)13|, to get ahold of for their balloons and shoot you private by surprise, considering the marriage slump that's on this oil age and pulexes three shillings a pint and wives at six and seven when domestic calamities belame par and newlaid bellow mar in the slack march of civilisation, were you, becoming guilty of intoxication, to have and to hold, to pig and to pay, direct connection qua intervener with a prominent married member of the vicereeking squad and in consequence of the hereinunder subpenas be flummoxed to the second degree by becoming a detestificated companykeeper on the dammymonde of Lucalamplight. Anything but that, for the fear and love of gold! Once and for all I'll have no college swankies (you see I am well voiced in love's arsenal (13'and all |shits overturessh| |s+from collion boys to colleen bawns,ºs+|13') so I have every reason to know that rogues' gallery of nightbirds and bitchfanciers, lucky duffs and light lindsays, haughty hamiltons and gay gordons, dosed, doctored
and otherwise, messing around skirts and what their fickling intentions look like, you make up your mind to that) trespassing on your danger zone in the dancer years. If ever I catch you at it, mind, it's you that will cocottch it! |s13|sa|shI'll tackle you to feel if you have a few devils in you.sh|sa| |shHoly gunsh|,s13| I'll give it to you, hot, high and heavy, before you can say sedro! Or may the maledictions of Lousyfear fall like nettlerash on the white friar's father that converted from moonshine the fostermother of the first nancyfree that ran off after the trumpadour that mangled Moore's melodies and so upturned the tubshead of the stardaft journalwriter to inspire the prime finisher to fellhim the firtree out of which Cooper Funnymore planed the flat of the beerbarrel on which my grandydad's lustiest sat his
seat of unwisdom with my tante's petted sister for the cause of his joy! Amine.
Poof! There's puff for ye, begorra, |13|shand planxty of
itsh|,13| all abound me breadth! As broad as its lung and as long as a line! |13|shAnd the
topnoted delivery you'd expected be me invoice!sh|13| Whoo? Now(13',
|shbefore my upperotic rogistersh|,13') something nice. Dear sister in perfect leave again I say take a brokerly advice
(13'and |shkeep it to
yourselfsh|13') that we, Jaun, first of our name, here now make all receptacles of, free of price. Easy, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod.
(13'|shNo cheekacheek and with chipperchapperº, you and your last mashboy and the padre in the pulpbox enumerating you his
nostrums.sh|13') Be vacillant over those vigilant who would leave you to belave black on white. |13'|s+|saGo
Closesa| in for |shpsychical (++exorcise
hijinksº++)sh| |saas wellsa| but fight shy of
mugpunters.s+|13'| Perousse instate your Weakly Standerd, our verile organ that is red allover. Apply your five wits to the four verilatest. |s13|shSkim
«+'through the over Throughs+'| Hell with the Papessh| by
|shthe divine comic Dainty Alligatorsh| «+'(expoarging exspoarging your
|shindexsh|)s+'|s13| (13'and find a quip in a quire arisus aream
|shfrom bastardtitle to fatherjohnsonsh|.13') Swear aloud by pious fiction the like of Lentil
Lore by Carnival Cullen or Pease in Plenty by the Curer of Wars, the two best sells on the market, set up by Gill the father, put out by Gill the son and circulating disimally at Gillydehooly's cost, licensed and censered by
(13'|shour most picturesque
prelatessh|13') Their Graces of Linzen and Petitbois, licet ut lebanus, for expansion on the promises. Strike up a nodding acquaintance with the works of old Mrs Trot, senior, and Manoel Canter, junior, and Loper de Figas, nates maximum.
Sifted science will do your arts good. Egg Laid by Former Cock and With Flageolettes in Send Fanciesland. Trip over sacramental tea into the long lives of our saints and saucerdotes, with vignettes, cut short
into instructual primers by those in authority for the bittermint of your soughts. Forget not the palsied. Light a match for poor old Contrabally and send some balmoil for the schizmatics. |s13|shA hemd in need is aye a friendly deed.sh|s13| Remember, maid, thou must art powder but Cinderella thou dust return. (What are you rubbing her sleeve for, Ruby? And pull in your tongue, Polly!) Cog that out of your teen times, everyone! |s13|shThe lad who brooks no breaches lifts the lass that |asports |s+tights toffss+|a| a tailor.sh|s13| How dare ye be laughing out of your mouthshine at the lack of that? Keep cool your fresh chastity which is far, far better, far. Sooner than part with that vestalite emerald of the first importance, descended to me by far from our family, which you treasure up so closely in the sanctuary where your nether extremes meet, nay, rather let the whole ekumene universe belong to merry Hal and do whatever his Mary well
likes. |s13|shWhen the gong goes |saforsa| hornets-two hornets-to-nestº marriage step into your harnessº and strip off that nullity suit.sh| Faminy, hold back!s13| (13'For the race is to the rashest of, the rumping, ramping rushes of. |shHaul Seton's down, blackº, green and grey, and hoist Mikealy'sº whey and sawdust.sh| What's |shoverdressed if underclothedsh|? |shPoposhtsh| |shforstake me knot where there's white lets ope.sh| Whisht! |shBlesht she that walked with good Duke Humpreysh|º for he made her happytight. Go!13') You can |s13take downs13| all the |s13lard drippings13| you |s13care for can dumple to|a, andº |shbuffkid scousesh| too ad libidinum,ºa|s13| in these lassitudes if you've parents and things to look after. There's nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless she'd care for a mouthpull of white pudding, for the wish is on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye. (13'Soº when you |s+pat pets+| the rollingpin write my |shname on the piesh|.13') Guard that gem, Sissy, rich and rare, ses he. In this cold old worold who'll feel it? Hum! The jewel you're all so cracked about there's flitty few of them gets it, for there's nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to& match it. Sing him a ring. Touch me low. And I'll lech ye so, my soandso. Show and show. Show on show. She. Shoe. Shone.
Divulge, sjuddenly jouted out hardworking Jaun, |s13(+|shkicking the console to his double
andsh|+) |shbraying aloud like Braa
|~|shasssh|, as ass,
and,º as~| his |sh|sbvox voixesb|
|s+human humanerºs+| swelled to
great,sh|sa| |~and~|s13| clenching his manlies, so highly strong was he, man, and
gradually quite warming to her, divorce unto me and say the curname in undress (13'|sh(if you get into trouble with a party you are
not likely to forget his appearance either)sh|13') of any lapwhelp or sleevemongrel who talks to you upon the road where he tuck you to be a roller, O, and
saxopeeler upshotdown |shchigs peekº of himsh|!)ºs13| volunteers to trifle with your roundlings for profferred glass and dough(13', |shthe marrying hand that his leisure repents ofsh|,13') without taking out his proper password
from the eligible ministriss for affairs with the black fremdling, that enemay of our country, in a cleanlooking light and (I don't care a |s13gothamms13| tongser's tammany hang who the mucky is nor twoo hoots in the corner nor three shouts on a hill, were he even a constantineapolitan namesuch of my very |s13own own,º |shAlltaboyº Knowlingsh|,ºs13| and like enoch to my townmajor ancestors, Rere Uncle Remus, the Baas of Eboracum, and Old Father Ulissabon Knickerbocker, the lanky Sire of Wolverhampton, about their bristelings) as true as there's a soke for sakes in Twoways Petersborough and sure as home we come to newsky prospeckt from west the wave on schedule time |s13|sh(if I came any quicker I'll be right back before I left)sh|s13| from the land of breach of promise, with |s13|shBrendan's mantle whitening the Kerribrasilian sea andsh|s13| March's pebbles spinning from beneath our footslips, (13'|shto carry fire and swordsh|13') rest insured that as we value the very name Insister that as soon as we do possibly it will be a poor lookout for that insister. He's a markt man from that hour. And why do we say that, you may query me? Quary? Guess! |13(+|shCall'st thou?sh|+)13| |13Wrong! |a|shThink and think and |bthink! think,b|sh| |bI urge on you.b|a| Muffed! |shThe wrong porridge!sh|º13| |s13|shYou are an ignoratis!sh|s13| Because then probably we'll dumb well soon show him what the Shaun way is like how we'll go a long way towards breaking his outsider's face for him for making up to you |13with his bringthee |shbalm of Gayladsh| and his singthee songs of Arupeeº13| |s13and getting andº chanceryingºs13| my ward's head |s13under his |shintosh| chancery |shsanctuarysh|s13| before feeling with his two dimensions for your nuptial dito. Ohibow, if I was Blonderboss I'd gooandfrighthisdualman! Now, we'll tell you what we'll do to be sicker instead of compensation. We'll |s13he'lls13| burst |s13ours13| his mouth like Leary to the Leinsterface and reduce |s13his |shhe'll we'll ournhisnsh|s13| liniments to a poolp. |13(+|shOpen the door softly, somebody wants you, dear.sh|+)13| You'll hear him calling you, bump, like a blizz, in the muezzin of the turkest night. |s13|shCome on now, pillarbox! I'll stiffen your |sastyle scribeallsa|, brokenº reed!sh|s13| That'll be it, |s13|shgrand operoarsh| style,s13| even should I|s13, |shwith my sleuts of hogpew and cheekas,sh|s13| have to coomb the brash of the libs round Close Saint Patrice to lay my louseboob on his
behaitch like Toss. |13(+|shWe are all eyes.sh|+)13| I have his quoram of images all on my retinue, Mohomadhawn Mike. Brass up! Moreover, after that bad manners to me if I don't think strongly about giving the brotherkeeper into custody to the first police bubby (13'cunstable cunstabless of Dora's Diehards13') in the field I might chance to follopon. Or for that matter(13', |shfor your informationsh|,13') if I get the wind up what do you bet (13'in the |shbuckets of my wrathsh|13') I mightn't even take it into my |s13head |shprogrommesh| |a|shas sweet course a|sh|s13| to (13'|shdo a rash act and pitch
in andsh|13') swing for your perfect stranger in the meadow of heppiness and then wipe the street up with the clonmellian, pending my bringing proceedings (13'verses the |shjoyboysh|13') before a bunch of magistrafes and twelve good and gleeful men? Take warning! (13'|shFilius nulliussh|º |s+per fas et nefas.ºs+|13') It should prove more or less of an event |s13|shand show the widest federal in my capsh|ºs13|. He'll have pansements then for his pensamientos(13', |shhowling for peacesh|13'). |13'|s+|shPretty knockssh|, I promise him.s+|13'| Dumnlimn wimn humn. In which case I'll not be complete in fighting lust until I contrive to half kill your Charley you're my darling for you and send him to Home Surgeon Hume, the algebrist, before his appointed time particularly should he turn out to be a man in brown about town (13'|shpicking up ideassh|,13') of |13'|s+|shwell over orsh|s+|13'| about fiftysix or so, pithecoid proportions, with perhops five foot eight, the usual X Y Z type, R.C., Toc H, nothing but claret, not in the studbook by a long stretch, with a toothbrush moustache and jaw crockeries, alias grinner through collar, and of course no beard, meat and colmans suit, |s13«+'with |shtar's baggy slackssh|ºs+'| |shobviously too roomy for himsh| «+'and |shspringside bootssh|s+'|,s13| washing tie, sipping some Wheatley's on a barstool, always trying to buy movables by hebomedaries for to putt in a new house to loot, cigarette in his holder, with a good job and pension in Buinness's, blueygreen eyes a bit scummy, developing a series of
angry boils with certain references to the Deity, seeking relief in alcohol and so on, general omnibus character with a dash of railway brain, stale cough and an occasional twinge of claudication, having his favourite fecundclass family of upwards of a decade to boot and care for, Imean.
So let it be a knuckle or an elbow, I hereby admonish you. |13|shIt may all be topping fun but it's tip and run and touch and flow for every whack
when Marie stopes Phil Fluther's game to go. Arms arome, side aside, face into the wall. To the tumble of the toss tot the trouble of the «+'swaddle swaddleds+'|,
O.sh|13| And lest there be no misconception, Miss Forstowelsy, over who to fasten the plightforlifer on
(13'|sh(threehundred and thirty three to one on Rue the
Day!)sh|13') when the nice little smellar squalls in his crydle what the dirty old bigger'll be squealing through his coughin, you better keep in the gunbarrel straight
as I recommence you to (you gypseyeyed baggage, do you hear what I'm praying?) or, Gosh, I'll be all over you myselx
horizontally(13', |shas the straphanger said,sh|13') for knocking me with my name and yourself and your babybag down at such a great sacrifice with a rap of the gavel to a third price cowhandler as cheap as the niggerd's dirt (for sale!) or I'll smack your |s13|shfruitflavouredsh|s13| jujube lips well for you so I will well for you if you don't keep a civil tongue in your pigeonhouse. |s13The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the |shpledgessh| of life outlusts a lieftime. «+'|shI'll have it in for you.sh|s+'|s13| I'll teach you bed minners tip for tap not to be playing your oddaugghter tangotricks with micky dazzlers if I find corsehairs on your riverfrock and the squirmside of your burberry lupitally covered with chiffchaff and shavings. (13'|shUp Rosemiry Lean and Potanasty Rod you wos, wos you?sh|13') |s13|shI overstand you, you understand.sh|s13| |13|shAsking Anna Annybettyelsas to carry your parcels and you dreaming of net glory.sh|13| You'll ging nae maer wi' Wolf the Ganger! |s13|shCutting chapelsh|, were you? «+'Andº |shhad dates with slickers in particular hotelssh|?, had we?s+'|s13| Lonely went to play your mother, isod? You was wiffriends? Hay, dot's a doll yarn! Mark mean then! I'll homeseek you, Luperca, as sure as there's a palatine in Limerick, and, in
striped conference, here's how, if you're my rodeo gell. Nerbu de Bios! If yous twos goes to walk upon the railway, God and I'll goad to beat behind the bush. |s13«+'|shSee to it!sh|s+'| Snip! «+'|shIt's up to you.sh|s+'| I've the |shI'll be hatsnatching harrier to hiding huries hinder hedge.sh|s13| |13Snip Snap13|! I'll tear up your limpshades and lock all your |13tailors trotters13| in a closet, I will, and cut your silkskin into garters. |s13|shYou'll give up your ashandbrothelº ways when I make you reely smart.sh| «+'|shSo skelp your budd and kiss the hurt!sh|s+'|s13| I'll have plenary sadisfaction, plays the bishop, for your partial's indulgences. Fair man and foul suggestion. There's a lot of lecit pleasure coming bangslanging your way. |13«+'Miss |sa|shPetuniash| Pimpernellyºsa| |shSatinsh|º.s+'|13| |s13|shfor For your own good, you understand, for the man who lifts hissh| «+'|shshoesh| |shpudsh|s+'| |shto a woman is saving the way for kindness.sh|s13| You'll rebmemer your mottob, Aveh Tiger Roma, mikely smarter the nickst time. For I'll just draw my prancer and give you one splitpuck in the crupper, you understand, that will bring the poppy blush of shame to your peony hindmost till you yelp papapardon and radden your rhodatantarums to the beat of calorrubordolor, I am, I do and I suffer (do you hear me now, lickspoon, and stop looking at your bussycat bow in the slate!), that you won't obliterate for the bulkier part of a running year, failing to give a good account of yourself, if you think I'm so tan cupid as all that. Lights out now (bouf!), tight and sleep on it! And that's how I'll bottle your greedypuss beautibus for ye, me bullin heifer, for 'tis I that have the peer of arrams that carry a wallop. Between them.
|s13Unbeknownst to you would I ire turn o'er see, a nuncio would I return here.s13| How (from the sublime to the ridiculous) times out of oft, my future, shall we think with deepest of love and
recollection by introspection of thee
but me far away on the pillow breathing fondly o'er my names all through the empties whilst moidhered by the rattle of the doppeldoorknockers. Our homerole poet to Ostelinda, Fred Wetherly, puts it somewhys better. You're sitting on me style, maybe, whereoft I helped yous ore. Littlegame rumilie from Liffaslidebankum (Toobliqueme!) but |s+13'roomy a as+|13'| big corner fill you do in this unadulterated seat of our affections. |13|shAirwinger's my breed so may we uncreepingly
multipede like the sands on Amberham!sh|º13| Sevenheavens O heaven! Iy waount yiou! Yore ways to melittleme were wonderful so Ick am purseproud in sending yum loveliest pansiful thoughts touching me dash in-you through wee dots Hyphen, the so pretty arched godkin of beddingnights. |13|shIf I've proved to your sallysfashion how I'm a man of Armor let me so, let me sue, let me see your isabellis.sh|13| How I shall should I survive as, please the uniter of U.M.I. hearts, I am living in hopes to do, replacing mig wandering handsup in yawers, so yeager for mitch, positively cover the two pure chicks of your comely plumpchake with zuccherikissings hong, kong, and so gong that I'd scare the bats out of the ivfry one of those muggy mornings, honestly, by my rantandog and daddyoak, I will, become come coming when, upon the mingling of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like massive mountains to part no more, you will there and then in those happy moments of ouryour soft accord rainkiss on me back for full marks with shouldered arms and in that united I.R.U. state when I come (touf! touf!) wildflier's fox into my own green geese again swap sweetened smugs six of one for half a dozen of the other when cherries next come back to Ealing as come they must as they musted in their past as they must for my pressing season as hereinafter must they chirrywill immediately suant on my safe return to ignorance and bliss in my horseless Coppal Poor through suirland and noreland, kings country and queens, with my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the way ye'll hardly. Knowme.
(13'Slim ye, come |shslumsh| with me and rally rats'
roundup.13') |s13'Tis «+'Rat roundups on so 'tis
'Tiss+'|s13| post purification we will (13'and render social service, sales of work and social
service13'), missus|13|x, |shcompleting our Abelite union by the adoptation of
fosterlingssh|x|13|. |s13|saEmbark for
|shEuphonia!sh|sa| |shUp Murphy, Henson and O'Dwyer, the Warchester
Warders!sh| |sa|shI'll put in a shirt time if you'll get through your shift and
betwineº ussh| |sb|shin our shared slaves, brace to brassiere and
shouter to shunter,sh|sb| |shwe'll pull off our working
programmesh|.sa|s13| Let us|s13,
|shthe real Ussh|,ºs13| all ignite in our prepurgatory grade as
and |s13help |shbe instrumental tosh| utensiliseºs13| our Jakeline sisters clean |s13up outs13| the hogshole |s13|shand generally ginger things upsh|s13|. |s13|shMeliorism in massquantities, raffling receipts and sharing sweepstakes till navel, spokes
and felloes hum like hymn.sh|s13| Burn only what's Irish, accepting their coals. |s13|shYou will soothe the «+'cokedblack cokeblacks+'| bile that's Anglia's and touch Armourican'sº iron core.sh|s13| Write me your essayest(13', my |shvocational scholarssh|,13') but cursorily|s13, |shdippingº your nose in itsh|,ºs13| for |s13Henrietta' sake Henrietta's sake s13| on mortinatality or the life of jewries and the sludge of King's at its height running boulewards over the whole of it. I'd write it all by mownself if I only had here of my jolly young watermen. Bear in mind, by Michael, all the provincials' bananas and elacock eggs making drawadust jubilee along Henry, Moore, Earl and Talbot streets. Luke at all the memmer manning he's dung for the prey of birds, our priest-mayor-king-merchant, strewing the Castleknock road (13'and |shdrawing manure upon itsh|13') till the first glimpse of Wales and from Ballses Breach Harshoe up to Dumping's Corner with the (+13Marist |shMirist+)13| (+13Fathers fathers' brotherssh|+)13| versus White Friars elevens out on a rogation stag party. Compare them caponchin trowlers otiosely with the Bridges of Belches in Fairview, noreast Dublin's favourite souwest wateringplatz, and ump as you lump it. What do you mean by Jno Citizen and how do you think of Jas Pagan? Explain why there is such a number of orders of religion in Asa! Why such an order number in preference to any other number? Why any number in any order at all? Where is the greenest island off the black coats of Spaign? Overset into universal: I am perdrix and upon my pet ridge. Oralmus! Hailfellow some wellmet boneshaker or|s13«+', |shtoº ascertain the facts for herself,sh|s+'| |shrun up your showery weather oncesh| ands13| trust and take the Drumgondola tram and, wearing the trotteur and vestee endorsed by the hierarchy fitted with ecclastics, |13(+|shbending your steps, pick a trail andsh|+)13| stand on, say, Aston's, at, suppose, the hoyth of number eleven, let us say, Kane or Keogh's, along quayth a copy of the Seeds and Weeds Act, when you have procured one for yourself,
and I advise you strongly to take a good longing gaze into any nearby shopswindow you may select and in the course of about thirtytwo minutes' time proceed to turn aroundabout on your heehills towards the previous causeway and I shall be very cruelly mistaken indeed if you will not be jushed astonushed to see how you will be meanwhile durn well topcoated with kakes of slush occasioned by the mush jam of the cross and blockwalls traffic in transit. |s13|shSee Capels and then fly.sh| «+'Show me that |shcomplaint booksh| here.s+'|s13| Where's Cowtends Kateclean, the woman with the muckrake? When will the W.D. face of our sow muckloved D'lin, the Troia of towns and Carmen of cities, crawling with mendiants (13'|shin perforated clothingsh|13'), get its wellbelavered whitewish like L'pool and M'chester? |s13When's that grandnational goldunread goldcapped dupsydurby houspill coming |shwith its vomitoriesº
for our mothers-in-load and stretchers for devit their devitalised malessh|? «+'I am all of me |shfor freedom of speed,sh| buts+'|s13| |s+'13Who'll who'lls+'|13| disasperaguss Pape's |13Avignue Avegnue13| or who'll uproose the Opian Way? Who'll brighton Brayhowth and bait the Bull Bailey and never despair of Lorcansby? The rampant royal commissioner! 'Tis an ill weed blows no poppy good. And this labour's worthy of my higher. |13(+|shOil for meed and toil for feed and a walk with the band for Job Loos.sh|+)13| If I hope not charity what profiteers me? Nothing! |13My tippers of flags are knobs of hardshape for |shit isagrim talesh|, keeping |shthe father of curlssh| from the sport of oak.13| Do you know what, liddle giddles? One of those days I am advised by the smiling voteseeker who is now snoring elected to positively strike off hiking for good and all |13as I |shbldy well bdlysh| ought13| until such temse loiter on as some mood is made under privy-sealed orders to get me an increase of automoboil and footwear |13for these poor |shdiscalcedsh|13| and a bourse from Bon Somewind for a cure at Bad Anyweir (though where it's going to come from this time …) as I sartunly think now, honest to John, for an income plexus that that's about the sanguine boundary limit. Amean.
Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, |13what |~tho' though~| still
|shhigh «+'faluting fa
lutings+'|sh|,13| as he turned his dorse to her to pay court to (13'it,
it andº ouverleaved his booseys to give the note and
score, |shphonoscopically incuriositedsh| and13') melancholic this time, whiles|13, |shas on the fulmament he gaped in wuldermentsh|,13| his onsaturncast eyes in stellar attraction followed swift to an imaginary swellaw, O, the vanity of Vanissy! All ends vanishing! Pursonally, Grog help me, I am in no violent hurry. If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them. I'll nose a blue fonx with any tristys blinking upon this earthlight of all them that pass by the way of the deerdrive|s13, |shconconey's runsh|s13| or wilfrid's |s13walk walk,s13| but I'd turn back as lief as not if I could only spoonfind the nippy girl of my heart's appointment, Mona Vera Toutou Ipostila, my lady of Lyons, to guide me by gastronomy under her safe conduct. That's more in my line. I'd ask no kinder of fates than to stay where I am, |13with my tinny of |shbrownie's teash|,13| under the invocation of Saint Jamas Hanway, servant of Gamp, lapidated, and Jacobus A'Pershawm, intercissous, for my thurifex, with Peter Roche, that frind of my boozum, leaning on my cubits, at this passing moment by localoption in the birds' lodging me pheasants among, |s13|shwhere I'll dreamt that I'll dwealth mid warblers' walls when throstles and choughs to my sigh hiehiedsh|,s13| with me hares standing up well and me |s13longears longlugss13| dittoes (13'where |sha maurdering row (the fox!)º has broken at the coward sightsh|,º13') |s13unreads13| till well on into the beausome of the exhaling night, |s13picking pinchings13| stopandgo jewels out of the hedges and catching dimtop brilliants on the tip of my wagger for |s13|shbut that owled |saunreadsa| clockº «+'(fast cease to it!)s+'| has just gone twoohoosh| |shand that the hoursh|s13| them breezes zipping
round by Drumsally do be devils to play fleurt. I could sit on safe side till the bark of Saint Grouse's for hoopoe's hours, laughing lazy at the sheep's lightning, |13«+'and turn widamost ear dreamily to the |shdrummling of sniperssh|,s+'|13| hearing |s13|shthe wireless harpssh| of |sadearsa| sweet old Aerial ands13| the mails across the nightriver (peepet! peepet!) and whippoorwilly in the woody (moor park! moor park!), as peacefed as a philopotamus, and crekking jugs at the grenoulls, leaving tea for the trout and belleeks for the wary, till I'd followed through my upfielded neviewscope the rugaby moon cumuliously goarolling himself westasleep amuckst the cloudscrums for to watch how carefully my nocturnal goosemother
would lay her new golden sheegg for me down under in the shy orient. What wouldn't I poach — the rent in my riverside, my otther shoes, my beavery, honest! — |s13ay, |shand melt my beltsh|,ºs13| for a dace feast of grannom with the finny ones, |s13|shthose happy guppiesº in their minnowahaw,sh|s13| flashing down the swansway, leaps ahead of the Swift MacEels|s13, the «+'bigs+'| |shGillaroo «+'redfellow, redfellows,s+'|sh|s13| and the pursewinded carpers, rearin antis rood perches astench of me, or, when I'd like own company best, with the help of a norange and bear, to be reclined on my logansome by the lasher, my g.b.d in my f.a.c.e, solfanelly in my shellyholders and lov'd Latakia, the benuvolent, for my nosethrills, with the jealosomines wilting away to their heart's deelight and the king of saptimber letting down his humely odours for my consternation, dapping my griffeen, burning water in the spearlight or catching trophies of the king's royal college of sturgeons by the armful for to bake pike and pie while, O twined me abower in L'Alouette's Tower, all Adelaide's naughtingerls juckjucking benight me, I'd |13tonic gamut13| my |s13twittyfour twittynices13| Dorian blackbudds |13|shtheº chthonic solphiash|13| off my singasongapiccolo to pipe musicall airs on numberous fairyaciodes. I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up there, yes see, I double give till the spinney all eclosed asong with them. Isn't that lovely though? I give to me alone I trouble give! |13I may have no mind |ato manage tamagnageºa| the forte bits like the pianage, but you can't cadge meº off the key, I've a voicical lilt too true. Nomario! And bemolleyº and jiesis! For I sport a whatyoumacormack in the latcher part of my throushersº. And the lark that I let fly (olala!) is «+'ass+'| cockful of «+'funentics funanticss+'| that's tune as as it's tune to my fork. |sa|shNaturalesh| you might |sblowersb| |shregistersh| me as |shdiskrecordantº, but I'm athlone in the «+'liltyng lillabillings+'| of Killarniessh|. That's |shflatsh|. |bYet ware the |cwood woldc|, you! What's good for the gorse is a goad for the garden. |shLethals lurk hemlockedº in logans. Loathe laburnums.sh| |shDash the gaudy deathcup.sh| |shBryony O'Bryony, thy name is Belladama!sh| But enough of greenwoodº gossip. |sc|shBirdsnests is birdsnests.sh|sc| Thine to wait but mine to wage.b| |sbAnd now play |shsharpsh| to me.sb| |shDoublefirst I'll l head foremost through all my exam hoopssh|º.sa|13| And what sensitive coin I'd be possessed
of at Latouche's, begor, I'd sink it sumtotal, every
dolly farting, in vestments of subdominal poteen at prime cost and I bait you |s13|shmy chancey oldcoatsh| againsts13| the whole ounce you half on your backboard |s13|sh(if madamaud strips mesdamines may cold strafe illglands!)sh|s13| that I'm the gogetter that'd make it pay like cash registers |s13|shas sure as there's a pot onº a polesh|s13|. And, what with one man's fisch and a dozen men's poissons, |s13|shsowing my wild plums |saand to reapsa| ripe plentihorns mead, lashings of erboaleº and hydromel and braggetsh|,ºs13| I'd come out with my magic fluke in close time, fair, free and frolicky, zooming tophole on the mart as a factor. And I tell you the Bectives wouldn't hold me. By the unsleeping Solman Annadromous, ye god of little pescies, nothing would stop me. Not the Ulster Rifles and the Cork Milice and the Dublin fusees and Connacht Rangers ensembled! For money makes multimony like the brogues and the kishes. I'd axe the channon and leip a liffey and drink annyblack water that rann on me way. Yip! How's that for scats, mine shatz, for a lovebird? To funk is only peternatural, it's daring feers divine. Bebold! Like Varian's, |s13sweeping balayings13| all behind me. And, zoom, before you knew where you weren't I stake my ignitial's |s+13'davy divys+|13'|, cash-and-cash-can-again, I'd be staggering humanity and loyally rolling you over, my |13sow whiteº13| spouse, in tons of red clover, |13nighty nigh to the |shmetronomesh|,13| fiehigh and fiehigher and fiehighest of |13all. all!º |shHoly petter and palsh|,13| I'd spoil you (+13altogether. altogether|sh, my sumptuous Sheila!sh|+)13| |s13|shMumm all to do butº frull up fizzsh| and unpop a few |shchartrusians shortrusianssh|º or |shshake a pailº of sparklingsh| |shicesh|, hear it swirl, happy girl.s13| Not a spot of my hide but you'd love to seek and scan again! There'd be no standing me, I tell you. And as gameboy as my pagan name K.C. is what it is I'd never say let fly till I'd plant you, my Gizzygay, on the electric ottoman in the lap of lechery, simpringly stitchless with admiracion among the most uxuriously furnished compartments with sybarate chambers just as I'd run my shoestring into near a million |13(+|shor sosh|+)13| of them as a firstclass dealer and everything. Only for one thing, that I'd be awful anxious, you understand, about Shoepisser Pluvius and in assideration of the terrible
luftsucks playing around in the coold amstophere till the bording that would perish the Dane and his chapter of accidents to be atramental to the better half of my alltoolyrical health, not considering my capsflap, and that's the truth now out of the cackling bag, for truly sure for another thing I never could tell the leest falsehood that would truthfully give sotisfiction. I'm not talking apple sauce eithou. Or up in my hat. I earnst. Fschue!
Sissibis dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago in Tennis Flonnels MacCourther, his correspondence, besated upon my tripos, and
just thinking like thauthor how long I'd like myself to be continued at Hothelizod peeking into the fuocus and pecking at thumbnail reveries, |s13|shpricking up ears to my phono on the |sagrand «+'graund grounds+'|sa| and picking up airs from «+'other th'others+'| over «+'the ether th'ethers+'|,sh|s13| 'tis tramsported with grief I am by this night sublime as you may see by my size and my brow that's all forehead to go forth, frank and hoppy from our nostorey house upon this benedictine errand, but it is historically the most glorious mission, secret or profund, through all the annals of our — as you so often term her — efferfreshpainted livy, in beautific repose, upon the silence of the dead, from Pharoph the nextfirst down to Ramescheckles the lastbust thing. The Vico road goes round and round to meet where terms begin. Still, onappealed to by the cycles and unappalled from by the recoursers, we feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full of my breadth from pride I am (13'(|shbreezedsh| be the healthy same!)13') for 'tis a grand thing (superb!) to be going to meet a king, not an everynight king, nenni, by gannies, but the overking of Hither on Thither Erin himself, pardee, I'm saying. Before there was a |s+13'man patchs+|13'| at all on Ireland there |s+13'was liveds+|13'| a lord at Lucan. We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are of everything in the newlywet fellow that's bound to follow. I'll lay you a guinea for a hayseed now. Tell mother that. 'Twill amuse her.
Well, to the figends of Annamneses with the wholeabolish business! The fine ice so temperate
of our, alas, these times are not so far off as you might wish to be congealed. So now, I'll ask of you, let ye create no scenes in my poor primmafore's wake. I don't want yous to be billowfighting your biddy moriarty duels (13'|shgobble gabblesh|13') over me till you spit stout, you understand, after soused mackerel |s13sniffling |shclambake to Heringsh| |saand |shimputentº barney, braggart of blarneysh|,sa|s13| nor your ugly lemoncholic gobs |s13round o'ers13| the hobs in a sewing circle, |s13«+'stopping |shoddments in maids' costumes at sweeping reductionssh|º,s+'| |sasitting |shwearing out your ohs by sitting around onº your ahssh|,º makingsa| areekaransyº |shround where I last put itsh|,ºs13| with the painters in too, curse me luck, with your rags up|s13|sh, exciting your mucuses,sh|s13| turning breakfarts into lost soupirs, nor your flabbies on your groaning chairs for flapjack and salonthay of a bluemoondag, steaming your damp ossicles, praying |13(+|shHoly Prohibition andsh|+)13| Jaun Dyspeptist while Ole Clo goes through the wood with Shep togather touting (13'in the |shchestnutº burrssh|13') for Goodboy Sommers and Mistral Blownowse hugs his kindlings, when voiceyversey it's my gala benefit, robbing leaves out of my taletold book. |13|shMay my tunc fester if ever I see such a miry lot of maggalenes!sh|13| Once upon
a drunk and a fairly good drunk it was and the rest of your blatherumskite. Just a plain shays by the fire for absenter Sh the Po and I'll make ye all an eastern |s13beauty hummingspheres13| of myself the moment that you name the way. |s13|shLook in the slag scuttle and you'll see me sailspread over the singing, and what do ye want trippings for when you've Paris inspire your hat?sh|s13| Sussumcordials all round, let ye alloyiss and ominies, while I stray and let ye not be getting grief out of it|s13, though blighted troth be all |shbereftsh|,s13| on my poor headsake even should we forfeit our life. Lo, improving ages wait ye. In the orchard of the bones. Some time very presently now when yon clouds are dissipated after their forty years' shower the odds are we shall all be hooked and happy communionistically among the fieldnights elycean, élite of the elect, in the land of lost of time. Johannisburg's a revelation! Deck the diamants that never die! So cut out the lonesome stuff! Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart as you can lower it. |s13|shOut with lent! Clap hands, postillionº! Fastintide is by.sh|s13| Your
sole and myopper must hereupon part company. |s13So |shfor e'ersh| nowº fare thee welt!s13| Parting's fun. |s13Take thou, |sathis thesa| wringle's thine, love. |shThis dime doth trost thee from mine alms. Goodbye, swisstart, goodbye!sh|ºs13| Laugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading ye between lines that do have no sense at all. I sign myself. With much leg. Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht the Shorn. To be continued. Huck!
Something of a sidesplitting nature must have occurred to westminstrel Jaunathaun for a grand big blossy hearty stenorious laugh hopped out of (13'him his |shwoolly'sº throatsh| |s+|shlike a ball lifted over a deep the head of a deep fieldsh|ºs+|13') at the bare thought of how jolly they'd like to be |13rolling trolling13| his |13hoop whoop13| and all of them truetotypes in missammen massness were just starting to spladher splodher with the jolly magorios, hicky hecky hock, huges huges huges, hughy hughy hughy, /|++|13O'Jaun O Jaun++)13| |s13|sh(Thouº pure. Our virgin. Thou holy. Our health. Thou strong. Our victory. O salutary! Sustain our firm solitude, thou who thou well strokest. Hear hairy ones. We have sued thee but late. Beauty parlous.)sh|s13|, so jokable and so geepy, O, when suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mercury, he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of the earth!) and finally he replied:
— There is something more. All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers in layers all the thumping time, begor, |s13|shthe young gloria's gang
|savoisus voicessa| the old doxologers,sh|s13| in the suburrs of the heavenly gardens,
once we shall have passed |13(+|shafter surceases all
snug|13, neck and neck likeº |shDerby and Junesh|,13| through to our eternal reward (the scorchhouse). Shunt us! Shunt us! Shunt us! If you want to be felixed come and be parked. Sacred ease there! The Seanad and pobbelqueue's remainder. |13(+|shTo it, to it! Seekit headup!sh|+)13| No petty family squabbles Up There nor homemade
hurricanes in our Cohortyard, no cupahurling nor apuckalips |13|shnor no puncheon jodellingsh|13| nor no nothing. With the Byrns which is far better and eve for ever your idle be. |13(+|shYou will hardly «++recognise reconnaitreºs++| the old wife in the new bustle and the farmer «++seller shinners++| in his latterday paint. It's the fulldress Toussaint's wakeswalks experdition after a bail motion from the chamber of horrus. Saffron bunsº or sovran «++bonums bonhamss++| whichever you'reº avider to like it and lump it but give it a name.sh|+)13| Eireny allover Irelands. |13(+|shAnd there's food for refection when the whole flock'sº at home.sh|+)13| Hogmanny di'ye gut? Hogmanny di'ye smellygut? And hogmanny di'ye smellyspatterygut? You take Joe Hanny's tip for it. Post Mortem is the goods. With Jollification a |s+13'good hot tights+|13'| second. Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow! That's our crass, hairy and evergrim (13'life! life,º |shtill one finel howdiedow Bouncer Naster raps on the bell with a bone and his stinkers stackº behind him with the sceptre and hou the hourglasssh|.13') We may come, touch and go, from atoms and ifs, but we're presurely destined to be odd's without ends. Here we moult in Moy Kain and flop on the seemy side, living sure of hardly a doorstep for a stopgap, with Whogoesthere and a live sandbag round the corner. But upmeyant|13(+, |shby the banks of our chlorified Amnesletheash|,º+)13| you sprout all your abel and woof your wings, dead certain however of neuthing whatever to aye forever, while Hyam Huam's in the chair. Ah, sure, pleasantries aside, in the tail of the cow what a humptydaum earth looks our miseryme heretoday as compared beside the Hereweareagain Gaieties of the Afterpiece when the Royal Revolver of the real globoes lets regally fire of his mio colpo for the chrisman's pandemom to give over and the Harlequinade to begin properly SPQueaRking. Mark Time's Finist Joke. Putting Allspace in a Notshall.
Well, |s13the |shslice and vegsh| joint's well in its
wayº |saand so is a |shribroastsh| and jackknife
|shas sportan dietsh|ºsa|,
buts13| home cooking everytime. Mountain's good mustard and|s13, with the helpings of |shladies' lickfigsº and
gentlemen's relish,sh|s13| I've eaten a griddle. But I fill twice as stewhard what I felt before when I'm after eating a few natives.
|s13|shThe crisp of the crackling is in the «+'chewing
chawings+'|.sh|s13| |13(+|shGive us
anotherº cup of your scald. That was a damn good
cup of scald.ºsh|+)13| I ingoyed your pick of hissing hot luncheon fine, I did, thanks awfully (sublime!). Tenderest bully ever I ate with the boiled protestants (allinoilia, allinoilia!) only for your peas again was a taste tooth psalty (13'|shto currysh| flavour with my godown13') and return
with my best savioury condiments and a penny in the plate for the |s13james jemess13|. |s13|shO.K. Oh Kosmos! Ah Ireland! A.I.sh| |shHaggis good, haggis strong, haggis never say die.sh|s13| For quid we have recipimus, recipe, O lout! And save that, Oliviero, for thy sunny day! Soupmeagre! Couldn't look at it! But if you'll buy me yon coat of the vairy furry best I'll try and pullll it awn mee. It's in fairly good order and no doubt 'twill sarve to turn. Remove this boardcloth! Next stage, tell the tabler, for a variety |13of |shHuguenot ligoomssh|13| I'll try |13my set on edgesº13| |s+'13crackling a potroast grapling grapeling an |saaigryducks aigrydouckssa|s+'|13|, grilled over birchenrods, with a few bloomancowls in albies. I want to get outside monasticism. Mass and meat mar no man's journey. Eat a missal lest. |13|shNuts for the nerves, a flitch for the flue and for to rejoice the chambers of the heart the spirits of the spice isles, curry and cinnamon,º chutney and cloves.sh|13| All the vitalmines is beginning to sozzle in chewn |s13|shand the hormonies to clingleclanglesh|s13|, fudgem, kates and epas and naboc and erics and oinnos on kingclud and xoxxoxo and xooxox xxoxoxxoxxx till I'm fustfed like fungstif and very presently from now posthaste it's off yourll see me ryuoll on my usual rounds again to draw Terminus Lower and Killadown and Letternoosh, Letterspeak, Lettermuck to Littorananima and the roomiest house even in Ireland, if you can understamp that, and my next item's platform it's how I'll try and collect my extraprofessional postages owing to me by Thaddeus Kellyesque Squire, dr, for nondesirable printed matter. But I know what I'll do. Great pains off him I'll take and that'll be your redletterday calendar, window machree. I'll knock it out of him! I'll stump it out of him! I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll quit the doorstep of
old Con Connolly's residence! By the horn of twenty of both of the two Saint Collopys blackmail him I will in arrears or my name's not penitent Ferdinand! And it's daily and hourly I'll nurse him till he pays my fine fee. Ameal.
Well, Here's looking at ye! If I never leave you biddies till my stave is a bar I'd be tempted rigidly to become a passionate father. Me hunger's weighed. Hungkung! Me anger's suaged! Hangkang! Ye can stop as ye are, little lay mothers, and wait in wish and wish in vain till the grame reaper draws nigh, with the sickle of the sickles, as a blessing in disguise. Devil a
curly hair I care. If any marauding Clod Dewvale was to try to hold me up, dicksturping me and relieving me of my rights to my onus, yan, tyan, tethera, methera, pimp, I'd let him have my best pair of galloper's heels in his creamsourer. He will have better manners. I'm dished if he won't. Console yourself, drawhure deelish! There's a refond of eggsized coming to
you out of me so mind you do me duty on me! |13|shBruise your bulge below the belt till I blewblack beside you.sh|13| And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, Oneday truly, Twosday newly, till Whensday. Look for me always at my west and I will think to dine. A tear or two in time is all there's toot. And then in a click of the clock, toot toot, and doff doff we pop with sinnerettes in silkettes lining longroutes for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation. To whoosh!
— Meesh, meesh! Yes, pet. (13'|shWe were too happy. I knew something would
happen.sh|13') I understand, but listen, drawher nearest, Tizzy intercepted, flushing but flashing from her dove and dart eyes as she tactilifully grabbed her male corrispondee to fluster sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear. I know, benjamin
brother, but listen, I want to whisper my whish. Of course, engine dear, I'm |s+13'ashamed ashwmeds+|13'| for my life (13'(I must clear
my |shthrottlesh|)13') over this lost moment's gift of memento nosepaper which I'm sorry, my
precious, is allathome I with grief can call my own but all the same, listen, Jaunick, accept this witwee's mite, though a jennyteeny
witweeny piece torn in one place, from my hands in second place of a linenhall valentino with my fondest and much left to tutor. X.X.X.X. It was heavily |s+13'indulgenced balledictedºs+|13'| for young Fr Ml, my pettest parriage priest, and you know who between us by your friend the pope, forty ways in forty nights, (13'|shthat's the beauty of itsh|,13') look, scene it, ratty. (13'|shToo perfectly priceless for wordssh|.13') And, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my fiancy and bear it with you morn till life's |s13e'en and «+'e'en. And |shleave your little bag of doubts behind yoush|. And e'en ands+'|s13|, of course, when never you make usage of it, listen, please kindly think galways, again or again, never forget, of one |s13absent one |shabsendeesh|s13|, not sester Maggy. |s13«+'|shAhim that's the stupidest little cough.sh|s+'| |shOnly be sure you don't catch your cold and pass it on to us.sh| |aAnd, since levret bounds and larks is soaring, |shdon't be all the nightsh|.a|s13| And this, Joke, a sprig of blue speedwell, just a spell of floralora so you'll mind your veronique. Of course, Jer, I know you know who sends it, (13'|shpresents that pleasesh|,13') mercy, on the face of the waters like that film obote in the magginbottle. Awfully charming, of course, but it doesn't do her justice(13', |shapart from her cattinesssh|13'). Of course, please too write, won't you, |13«+'|shand leave your little bag of doubtssh|º |sa, |shinquisitivesh|,sa| |shbehind yoush|,ºs+'| unto your |shutterly thinesh|º13| and, thank you, forward it back by return pigeon's pneu (13'|shto the lovingsh|13') in case I couldn't think who it was or any funforall happens I'll be so curiose to see in the Homesworth breakfast |s+13'papers tablottss+|13'| so as I'll know etherways by pity bleu what exquisite buttons, gorgiose, in case I don't hope soon to hear from (13'you you. |shAnd thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on.sh|13') |13|sh|+'and I I+'| will tie a knot onº
my «+'stringome stringamejips+'|sh| to |shletter you with my silky papersh|,º13| as I am given now to understand it will be worth my price in money one day, so don't trouble to ans unless smthg special as I am getting his pay and wants for nothing so I can live simply and solely for my wonderful kinkless |s13and its loops of lovelinesss13|. |s13|shWhen I throw away my rollets there's rings for all.sh|s13| Flea, a girl, says it is her colour. So does B and L and as for V! And listen to it, Cheveluir! (13'|shSo distantsh| you're always.13') Bow your boche! Absolutely perfect! I will pack my comb and mirror to praxis my oval |s+13'ohs owess+|13'| and artless |s+13'ahs awess+|13'| and it will follow you pulpicly
as far as come back under all my eyes like my sapphire chaplets of ringarosary I will say for you to the Allmichael and solve quipu while the dovedoves pick my mouthbuds (msch! msch!) with nurse Madge, (13'|shmysh| |shtickularsh| |shgirl,sh|13') she's a fright, poor old dutch, in her sleeptalking |s13|shwhen I paint the measles on hersh| and |shmudstuskers to make her a man. We,. We. Issy donesh| «+'|shthatsh|. |shthatsh|, |shI confesh.sh|s+'| but Buts13| you'll love her for her hessians|s13. |shWhat class she shows!sh|º and Andºs13| sickly black stockings, |s13|shcleryng's jumbles, salvadged from thesh| |s+|shWashsh|, |shWashsh|.º |shIsn'tº it the cat's tonsils!sh|s+|s13| |+13'simply Simply+|13'| killing, (13'how she |shtidies her hairsh|!13') I call her Sosy because she's sosiety for me but she's nice |s13|shfor enticing my friendssh| |xand |shshe loves your stylesh|x|s13|, considering she breaks in me shoes for me when I've arch trouble, and she would kiss my white arms for me so gratefully but apart from that she's terribly nice really, my sisther, round the elbow of Erne Street Lower and I'll be strictly forbidden always and true in my own way and private where I will long long to betrue you along with one who will so betrue you that not once while I be betreu him not once will he be betray himself. |s13|shCan't you understand?sh|s13| |13|aHere swheare!ºa| |shO bothersh|, |shI must tell the |atruth troutha|sh|! |shMy |alast latesta| lad's loveliletter I am sore I done something with.sh| |shI like him lots coss he never cusses. Pity bonhom. Pip pet.sh| |shI shouldn't say he's prettysh| but |shI'm cocksure he's shy. Why I love taking him out when I unletched his cordon gate. Ope, Jack, and atem! Obeathe my odoursº and he dote so. He fell for my lips, for my lisp, for my lewd speaker. I felt for his strength, his manhood, his — doº you mind?sh| |shThere can be no candle to hold to it, can there?sh|13| And, of course, dear professor, (13'you |shI understand.sh| You13') can trust me that though I change thy name though not the letter never while I become engaged with my first horsepower(13', |shmasterthief of heartssh|,13') I will give your lovely face of mine away(13', |shmy boyish bob,sh| |s+not for |shtons of donkeyssh|,s+|13') to my second mate with the twirlers, the Engineer with a passionflower (O, the wicked untruth! What a tell! That he has bought
me in his wellingtons what you haven't got!), in one of those pure
clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, Arrah of the passkeys, no matter what. (13'|s+|shYou may beº certain of that, fluffsh|, |shnow I know how to tacklesh|.s+| Lock |shmy nearestº next myselfsh|.13') So don't keep me now for a good boy |13for the love of |shmy fragrant saintsh|13|, you villain, peppering with fear, my goodless graceless, or I'll first murder you but, hvisker, meet me after by next appointment near you know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor fool's circuts of lovemountjoy square to show my disrespects now, let me just your caroline for you, I must really so late. Sweetpig, he'll be furious! (13'|shHow he stalks to simselfsh| |shloutherº and loversh|, |shimmutating aperybally.sh|13') My prince of the courts who'll beat me to love! And I'll be there when who knows where with the objects of which I'll knowor forget. |13We say. Trust us. Our game. |sh(For fun!)sh|13| The Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you deny. And Mrs A'Mara make it up and be friends with Mrs O'Morum! Whoevery heard of such a think? Till the ulmost of all elmoes shall stele our harts asthone! |13|shI will write down all your names in my gold pen and ink.sh|13| Everyday, precious, while m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's Messongesbook, I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass stream (but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!) under the libans and the sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias, where the frondoak rushes to the ashside and the yewleaves too kisskiss themselves, and 'twill carry on my hearz' waves my still water's reflections in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her Quaidy ways and her Flavin hair, to thee, Jack ahoy, beyond the boysforus. |13|shSplesh of |ayour «+'hass hisss+'|a| splash springs your salmon. Twick twickº twinkle twings my twilightsh| as |sh«+'Sartaday Sarterdayºs+'| aftermoonº lex leap will smile on my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmindsh|.13| And what's this I was going to say, dean? O, I understand! Listen, here I'll wait on Thee till the Thingavalla with beautiful Do Be Careful teacakes, more stuesser flavoured than vanilla and blackcurrant there's a cure in, like a born gentleman till you'll resemble me all the time you're awhile away. I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas! And, listen, joey, (13'|shdon't be ennoyed with me,sh|13') my old evernew, when, by the
end of your chapter, you citch water on the wagon for me being turned a star I'll dubeurry my two fesces under Pouts Vanisha Creme, their way for spilling creem, and, accent, umto extend my personnalitey to the latents, I'll boy me for myself only of expensive rainproof of pinked elephant's breath grey in the loveliest sheerest, dearest widowshood over airforce blue I am so wild for, my precious once, |s13|shHope Bros,º Faith Street, Charity Corner,sh|s13| as the bee loves her skyhigh |s13|shFo, for I always had a crush on heliotrope since the dusess of yore cycled round the Finest Park.sh|s13| |13and Andº13| listen. And never mind me laughing at what's at. Ever! |s13I was in the nerves, |shbut it's my last daysh|.s13| Always about this hour, I'm sorry, when |13|shour gamings for Bruin
and Noselongsh| is all oh you tease and13| afterdoon my lickle pussiness I stheal heimlick in my russians from the attraction park with my |s13terriblitall terriblitallbootsºs13| calvescatcher, Pinchapoppapoff, |s13|shwho is going onº to be a jenny jennyrollsh|,ºs13| at my nape, drenched, love, with dripping, to affectionate slapmamma but last at night, look, after my golden Violents wetting in my upperstairs splendidly welluminated with such lidlylac curtains wallpapered to match the cat and a fireplease, keep looking, of priceless pearlogs (I just want to see will he or are all Michaels like that) I'll strip straight after devotions before his fondstare (and I mean it too, thy gape to my gazing I'll bind and makeleash) — and poke stiff under my isonbound with my soiedisante chineknees cheeckchubby chambermate for the night's foreign males and your name of Shane will come forth between my shamefaced whasen with other lipth I nakest open my thighth when just woken by his toccatootletoo my first morning. So now, to thalk thildish, thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay one little player before doing to deed. And a tiss to the tassie, for lu and for tu! Coach me how to tumble, Jaime, and, listen, |s13|shwith supreme regards,sh|s13| Juan, in haste, warn me which to ah ah ah ah …