Lowly,º longlyº a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the mead of the hillockº lay, |shheartsoul dormant mid shadowed landshape,ºsh| brief wallet to his side, andº arm loose,º by his staff of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, of cause, but his drama parapolylogic had yet to be, affact. Most distressfully (but, my dear, how successfully!) to wail he did, his locks of a lucan tinge, quickrich, ripely rippling, unfilleted, those lashbetasselled lids on the verge of closing time, whiles ouze of his sidewiseopen mouth the breath of him,º evenso languishing as the princeliest treble treacle or lichee chewchow purse could buy. Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!) what helpings of honeyfulº swoothead (phew!),º which earpiercing dulcitude! As were you suppose to go and push with your bluntblank pin in hand upinto hisº fleshasplush cushionettes of some chubby boyboldº love of an angel. Hwoah!
When,º as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the home fires burning, so on the churring call
themselves came at him, from the |shwestborders of thesh| eastmidlands, three kings of three suits
and a crowner, from all their cardinal parts, along the amber wayº where Brosna's furzy. To
lifº them they did, senators four, byº the first quaint skreek of the gloamingº and they hopped
it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes of old times gone byº of the days not worth remembering;º inventing some excusethems, any sort,
having a sevenply
sweat of night bluesº moistº upon them. Feefee!º phopho!! foorchtha!!! aggala!!!! jeeshee!!!!! paloola!!!!!! ooridiminy!!!!!!! Afearedº themselves were to wonder atº the class of a crossroads puzzler he would likely be, length by breadth nonplussing his thickness, ells upon ells of him, making so many square yards of him, one half of him in Conn's half but the whole of him nevertheless in Owenmore's five quarters. There would he lay till they would him descry,º spancelled down upon a blossomy bed,º at one fouleº stretch,º amongst the daffydowndillies, the flowers of narcosis fourfettering his footlights, a halohedge of wild spuds hovering over him, epicures waltzing with gardenfillers, puritan shoots advancing to Aran chiefs. Phopho!! The meteor pulpº of him, the seamless rainbowpeel.º Aggala!!!! His bellyvoid of nebulose with his neverstop navel.º Paloola!!!!!! And his veins shooting melanite phosphor, his creamtocustardº cometshair and his asteroid knuckles, ribs and members.º Ooridiminy!!!!!!!º His electrolatiginous twisted entrails belt.º
Those four claymen clomb together to hold their sworn starchamber quiry on him. For he was ever their quarrel, the way they would see
themselves,º everybug his bodiment atop of annywom her notion, and the meet of their noghtº was worth two of his morning. Up to the esker
ridge it was, Mallingerº parish,º to a mead that was not far, the
son's rest. First klettered Shanator Gregory,º seeking spoor through the deep timefield,º Shanator
Lyons,º trailing the wavy line of his partitionº
footsteps (something in his blisters was telling him all along how he had been in that place one time),º then hisº
Recordershipº, Dr Shunadure Tarpey, caperchasing after honourable sleep, hot on to the
aniseedº and, up out of his prompt corner, old Shunny MacShunny,º MacDougalº the
hiker,º in the rere of them on the run,º to make a quorum. Roping their ass he was, their skygrey
globetrotter, by way of an afterthoughtº and |shby no means
leglesssh| either for such sprouts on him they were that much oneven it was tumbling he wasº by four lengths,
within the bawl of a mascot, kuss yuss, kuss cley, patsy watsy, like the kapr in the kabisses, the big ass, to hear with his unaided ears the harp in
the air, the bugle
dianablowing, wild as wild, the mockingbird whose word is misfortune, so 'tis said, the bulbul down the wind.
The proto was traipsing through the tangle then, Mathew Walker, godsons' goddestfar, deputising for gossipocracy, and his station was a few perch to the weatherside of the knoll Asnoch and it was from no other place unless there, howº and ever,º that he proxtended aloof upon the ether Mesmer's Manuum, the hand making silence. The buckos beyond on the lea,º then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way they set ward about him, |shdoing obediencesh|, nod, bend,º bow and curtsey, like |shthe watchers of Prospectsh|, upholding their broadawake prober'sº hats on their firrum heads|sh, the travelling court on its findings circuiting that personer in his fallensh|. And a crack quatyouare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psychomorersº, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the oddº trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots. And, whatº do you think,º who should be laying there above all other personsº forenenst them only Yawn! All of asprawl he was laying too amengst the poppies and, I can tell you something more than that, drear writer, profoundly as you may bedeave to it, he was oscasleep asleep. And it was far more similar to a satrap he lay there with unctuous beautyº all surrounded,º |shthe poser,sh| or for whatall I know likeº Lord Lumen,º coaching his preferred constellations in faith and doctrine,º for old Matt Gregory,º 'tis he had the starmenagerie,º Marcus Lyons and Lucas Metcalfe Tarpey and the mack that never forgave the ass that lurked behind him, Jonnyº na Hossaleen.
More than their good share of their five senses ensorcelled you would say themselves were, fumingº censor, the way they could not rightly tell their heels from their
stoolsº as they cooched down a mamalujo by his cubical crib, as question time drew nighing and
the map of the souls' groupography rose in relief within their quarterings, toº play tops or kites or hoops or marbles,
curchycurchy,º gawking on him,º for the issuance of his pnum and softnoising one of them to another one, the boguaqueesthers.
And it is what they began to say to him |shtetrahedrallysh| then, the masters, what way was he.
— Yerra, why dat, my leader?
— Or his wind's from the wrong cut, says Ned of the Hill.
— Why so and speak up, do you hear me, youº sir?
— Or he's rehearsing somewan's funeral.
— Whisht outathat! Hubba's up!
— Chirpy,º come now!
— I'll take on that chap.
Forº it was in the back of their mind's ear, temptive lissomer, how they would be spreading in quadriliberal their azurespotted fine attractable nets, their nansen nets,º from Matt Senior to the thurrible mystagogue after him and from thence to the neighbour and that way to the puisny donkeyman and his crucifer's cauda. And in their minds years backslibris,º so it was, slipping beauty, how they would be meshing that way, when he rose to it, with the planckton at play about him,º the quiversº of scaly silver and their clutches of chromes of the highly lucid spanishing goldº whilst, as hour gave way to mazing hour, with Yawn himself keeping time with his thripthongue,º to ope his blurbeous lips he would,º aº let out classy,º the way myrrh of the moor and molten moonmist would be melding mellifond indo his mouth.
— So long aforetime?º Can you hear better?
—º Now, to come nearer zone;º I would like to raise my deuterous point audibly touching this. There is this maggersº. I am told by our interpreter, Hanner Esellusº, that there are fully six hundred and six ragwords in your malherbal Magis landeguage in which wald wand rimes alpman and there is resin in all roots for monarch but yavº hace not oneº pronouncableº teerm that blows in all the vallums of tartallaghtº to signify majestate even provisionallyº norº no rheda rhoda or torpentine path orº hallucinian via nor aurellianº gape nor sunkin rut nor grossgrown trekº nor crimeslaved cruxway and no moorhensº cry or mooner's plankgang there to lead us to hopenhaven. Is such the unde derivatur casematter messio!º Frankly.º Magisº megis enerreturº mynus hocº intelligow.º
— How? C'est mal prononsable, tartagliano,º perfrances.º Vous n'avez pas d'o dans votreº boche provenciale, mousooº. Je m'inclineº mais Moyº jay trouvay la clee dang les champsº. Hay sham nap poddyº velour, come on!
— Are you in your fatherick, lonely one?
— Whisht awhile, greylegº! The duck is rising and you'll wake that stand of plover. I know that place betterº
than anyoneº. Sure,º
I used to be always overthereº on the fourth day at my grandmother's place,º Tear-nan-Ogre, my little grey home in the west, |shin or about Mayosh|º when the long dogº |shgave tonguesh| and they coursing the marches |shand they straining at the leashsh|. Tortoiseshell for a guineagould! Burb! Burb! Burb! Follow me upº Tucurlugh!º That's the place for the claire oysters, Polldoody,º County Conway. I never knew how rich I was likeº another story in the zoedone of the zephyros, strolling and strolling,ºº carrying my dragoman, Meads Marvelº, thass withumpronouceableº tail, along the shore. Doº you know my cousin, Mr Jasperº Dougal that keeps theº Anchorº on the Mountainº, the parson's son, Jasper of the Tuns, Pat Whateveryournameis?
— One moment now, |shif I foreshortenº the bloss on your bleather. Encroachement spells erosion. Dunlin and turnstone augur us where, how and when best as to burial of carcass, fuselage of dump and committal of noisance. But,sh| since you invocate |shausters for the trailing of vixens,sh| I would like to |shsend a cormorant around this blue lagoonsh|. Tell me now this. You told my larned friend rather previously, a moment since, about this mound or barrow. Now I suggest to you that ere there was this plagueburrow,º as you seem to call it,º there was a |shburialbattellº, the boat of millions of yearssh|. Would you bearº me out in that, relativelyº speaking,º |shwithº her jackstaff jerking at her pennyladdersºsh|, why not, and |shsizing a fair sailsh|,º knowestº thoutº the kind?º |shThe Pourquoi Pas,º bound for Weissduwaslandsh|, that |shfourmaster barquentinesh|, |shWebster sayssh|, |shour ship that ne'reº returnedsh|. The Frenchman, I say,º was an orangeboatº. He is a boat. You see him. The both how you see is they!º Draken af Danemork! |shSacked it or ate it?sh| What!º |shHennu!sh| Spake ab laut!
— Couch cortege ringbarrowº dungcairn. Beseek the runes and see the longurn.º Allmaunº away when youº hear the ganghornº.
|shAnd meet Nautsen.sh| |shEss Ess. O ess.sh|
Warum night! Conning
two lay payees. Norsker. Her raven flag was out, the slaver. I trow pon good, jordan's scaper, good's barnet and trustyman.º Crouch low, you pigeons three!º Say,º call that girl with the tan tress awn! Call Wolfhound!º Wolf of the sea. Folchu! Folchu!
— Very good now. That folklore'sº straight from the ass his mouth.º I will crusade on with the parent ship, weather prophetting, far away from those green hills aº station, Ireton tells me,º bonofideº for keeltappers,º now to come to the midnight middy on this levantine ponenter.º From Daneland sailed the oxeyed man, nowº mark well what I say.
— I see now. We move in the beast circuls. Grimbarb and pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A child's dread for a dragon vicefather. Hillcloud encompass us! You mean you lived as milkyº at their lyceum, couard, while you learned, volp volp,º to howl yourself wolfwise. Dyb! Dyb! Do your best.º
— I have your tristich now; itº recurs in three times the same differently (there is such a fui fui story |shwhich obtainssh| of him):º commingº nown from the asphalt to the concrete,º from the |shhuman historic brutesh|, Finnsen Faynean, occeanyclived, to this same vulganizedº hillsir from yoursº, Mr Tuplingº Toun of Morning deº Heightsº with his lavastº flow and his rambling undergroands, would heº reoccur Ad Horamº, as old Romeo Rogers, in city or county,º and your sure ob, or by, with or from an urb, ofº you knowº the differenciabus,º asº brauchbarred in apabhramsaº, sierrah! We speak of Gun, the farther. And in the locative. Bap! Bap!
— Ouer Tad, Hellig Babbau, whom certayn orbits assertant re humeplace of Chivitats Ei, Smithwick, Rhonnda, Kaledon, Salem (Mass), Childers, Argos and Duthless.
Well,º I am advisedº he might in a sense be both nevertheless,º every at manº like myself, suffix it to
say,º Abrahamsk and Brookbear! By him it was done bapka,º by me it was gone
into,º to whom it will beblive, Mushame, Mushame!º I am afraid you could not heaveº ahoreº one of your own old stepstones,
barnabarnabarn, over a stumbledown wall here in Huddlestown to this classic Noctuberº night but itandtheyº
wouleº binge, muchº as vecious,º off the dosshouseº back of a raceriderº
in his truetofleshº colours,º either handicapped on her flat or barely repeating himself. That is a tiptip tim oldy faher now
theº man I go in fear of, Tommy Terracotta, and he could be all your and my das, the brodar of the founder of the father of the finder of the pfander of the pfunder of the furst man in Ranelagh,º
fué! fué!º |shPetries and violet ice (I am yam, as Me and Tam Tower used
tosh| |shjagger pemmer it,º over at the house of
Eddy's Christy,º meaning Dodgfather, Dodgson and Coosh|) |shand spiriduous sanction!sh|º
— Breeze softly. Aures are aureas. Hau's his naun?
— Haltstille, Lucas and Dublinn!º Vulva! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva!
— Macdougalº, Atlantic City, or his onagrass that is,º chuam and coughan.º I would go near identifying you from your stavrotides, Jongº of Maho, and the weslariasº round your yokohahat. And that O'mulanchonryº plucher youº have from the worst curst of Ireland, Glwlwdº of the Mghtwgº Grwpp, is no use to you either, Johnnyº my donkeyschott. Number fourº fix up your spreadeagle and pull your weight!º
— |shHooshin hom to our regional's hin and the gander of Hayden.sh| Wouldº ye ken a young stepschuler ofº psychical chirography,º the name of Keven,º |shor (let outers pray) Evan Vaughan,º of his Posthorn in the High Street,sh| that was shooing a Guiney gagag, Poulepinter,º that foundº the dogumen number one,º I would suggest, an illegibleº downfumbed by an unelgible?º
— If I do know sintedº sageness? |shSometimes he would keep silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and clasp his foreheadº and during theº time he would be thinking to himself and he would not mind anybody who would be talking to him or crying stinking fish.sh| But I no way need you, stroke oarº nor your quick handles. Yourº too farfarº a cock of the north there, Matty Armagh, and yourº |shduesh| south so.º
— Southº I see. You're up-in-Leal-Ulster and I'm-free-Down-in-Easia,º thisº is much better. He is cured by faith who is sick of fate. The
prouts who will invent a writing there ultimately is the poeta, still more learned, whoº discovered the raiding
there originally. That'sº the point of eschatology our book of kills reaches for now in soandso many counterpoint words.
What can't be coded can be decorded if an ear aye sieze what no eye ere grieved for. Now, theº doctrine obtains,º we
haveºº occasioning cause causing
effects and affects occasionally recausing altereffects. Or I will let me take it upon myself to suggest toº twist the penman's tale posterwise. The gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand is the hand of Sameas. Shan - Shim - Schungº. There is a strong suspicion on counterfeit Kevin andº we all remember ye in childhood's reveryeº. 'Tisº the bellsº of scandal that gave tune to grumble over him and someone between me and thee.º He would preach to the two turkiesº and dipdip all the dindiansº, this master the abbey, and give gold tidings to all that are in the bonze age of anteproresurrectionism to entrust their easter neappearanceº to Borsaiolini's house of hatcraft. He is our sent on the firm. Now,º have you reasonable hesitancy in your mind about him after fourpriest redmassº or are you in your post? Tell me andatº sans dismay. Leap, pard!
— Fierappel puttingº years on me! Nwo, nwo! This bolt in hand be my worder! I'll see you
moved farther, blarneying Marcantonio!º |shWhat cans such wretch to say to I or how have My to doom with
him?sh| We were wombful of mischief and initiumwise,º everliking a liked, hairytop on heeltipper, alpybecca's unwachsiblesº, an ikeson am ikeson,
thatº babe,º imprincipiallyºº, my leperd brethern, the Puer,º ens innocens of but fifteen
primesº. Yaº all in your kalblionizedº so trilustriouslyº standing the real school,
to be upright as his match, healtheous as is egg, saviour soº the salt and good wee braod, parallaling buttyr,º did I altermobile him to
a flare insiding hogsfat.º Been ike hins kindergardien? I know not,º O
cashla, I am sure offed habitand this undered heavenº, meis enfins, contrasting the first mover,
|shthatº father I ascend
frommingºsh| knows, as I think, caused whom I,
a self the sign, came remaining being
|shdwelling ayr, plage and watfordºsh| as to I was elteredº
impostulance possessing my future state falling towards thrice myself resting the childhideº when Iº
received the habit |shfollowing Mezienius connecting
Mezosiussh| including was verted embracing a palegrim,
circumcisedº my hairs, Ohº laud, and removed my clothes
|shfrom patristicº motivessh|, meas minimas
culpads!º Permitting this ick (ickle coon icoocoon) crouched low entering humble down,º dead
thrueº º mean scatological
past,ºº making so smell partaking myself to confess abiding clean tumbluponingº yous |shoctopodssh|, mouthspeech allno fingerforce, owning my mansuetude before him attaching Audeon's prostratingwards mine soreº accompanying my thrain tropps offering meye eyesalt, what I (the person whomin I now am) did not do,º how he to say essied anding how he was making errandº andanding how he all locuteyº sunt, why did you,º my sexth best friend, blabber always you would be so delated to back me|sh, then ersed irredent,sh| toppling Humphrey hugging Nephew, old beggelaut,º designing such post sitting his night office? Annexingº then, producing Saint Momuluiusº, you snub aroundº enclosing your moving motion touching the other catachumensº continuing º say providing append of signature quoniam you will celebrand my dirthdagsº quoniamº, concealed a concealer, I am twosides uppish|sh, a mockbelief insulant,sh| ending none meer hyberº irishº. Well, chunk your dimned chink, before avtokinatownº, forasmuch as many have tooken in hand to, I may as well humbly correct that vespian now in case of temporalities.º I've my pockets full comeplay of you laycreated cardonals, ap rince, ap rowler, ap rancer, ap rowdey! Improperial! I saved you fore of the Hekkites and you loosed me hind bland Harryº to the burghmote of Audº Dub. I teachet you in fair time, my elders, the W.X.Y.Z.º and P.Q.R.S. of legatine powers and you, Ailbey and Ciardeclanº, I learn, episcoping me altogether, circumdeditioned me. I brought you from the loups of Lazary and you have remembered my lapsus langways. Washywatchywataywatashy! Oirasesheorebukujibun!º Watacooshy lot! Mind of poison is. That time thing think! Honorific remembrance to spit humble makes. My ruridecanal caste is a cut above you peregrines. Aye vouchuº to rumanescu. See the leabhour of my generations! Has not my master,º Theophrastius Spheropneumaticus,º written that the spirit is from the upper circle? I'm of the ochlocracy with Prestopherº Palumbus and Porvus Parrio. Soa koa Kelly Terry per Chelly Derry lepossette. Hoº look at my jailbrand Exquovis and sequencias High marked on meº fakesimilar in the foreign by Pappagallus and Pumpusmugnus: ahem!º Anglicey: Eggs squawfish lean yoe nun feed marecurious.º
Sagart can self laudº nilobstantº to Lowman Catlick's patrician morning coat of arms with my High tripenniferry crestaº and caudal mottams:º Itch dean:º whichº Gaspey, Otto and Sauer,º he renders: echo stay so!º Addressing eat or not eat body Yours am. And,º Mindº praisegad, is the first praisonal Egoname Yod heard boissboissy in Moy Bog's domesday. Hastan the vista! Or in alleman:º Suck at!º
— Suck it yourself,º sugarstick! Misha,º Yid think whose was askingº to luckatº your sore toe or to taste your gaspy, hot and sour! Ichthyan! Hegvatº tosser! Gags be plebsed! Betweenº |shhis voyousº and her consinnantessh|! Thugg, Dirke and Hacker with |shRose Lankester and Blanche Yorkesh|! Are we speachinº d'anglas landadgeº or are you sprakin sea Djoytsch? Oy soy, Bleseyblasey, where to go is knowing remain? Become quantity that discourse bothersome when what do? Knowing remain? Come back, baddy wrily, to Bullydamestough! Cum him, buddy rowlyº, with me! What about your thruppenny croucher of an old fellowº, me boy,º through the ages, tell us, eh? What about Brian's the Vauntand-onlieme,º Master Monkº, eh, eh, Spira in Me Domino,º spear me Doyne! Fatº prize the bonafide peachumpidgeonlover, eh, eh, eh, esquireº earwugs,º escusado, of Jenkins' Area, with his I've Ivyº under his tangueº and the hohallo to hisº dullaphone, before there wasº a sound in the world? How big was his boost friend |shand be shanghaied to himsh|? The swaaber! The twicer, |shtrifoaledº in Wanstablesh|! Loud's curse to him! If you hored him outerly as we harumº lubberintly, from norningº rice till nightmale, with his drums and bones and hums in dronesº your innereer'd heerdly heer he. Hoº ha hi he hung!º Tsing tsing!
—º Me no angly mo, me speakee Yellman's lingas. Niceyº Docº Mistel Lu,º please!ºº Meº no pigey ludiments all sameº numpa one Topside Tellmastolyº fella.º Meº pigey savvy a singasong anothel time. Pleasie, Mista Lukie Walkie! Josadamº cowbelly maamº belongame shepullamealahmalongº, begolla,º Jackinabossº belongashe;º plentymuchº boohoomeo.
— Hell's Confucium and the Elements!º |shTootoo
moohootch!sh| Thot'sº never the postal cleric, checking |shchinchin chat with
Halt thereº sob storyº to your lambdad'sº tale! Are youº roman cawthrick 432?
— History as her is harped. Too the toone your owldfrow lied of. Tantris, hattrick, tryst and parting,º by |shvowelglidesh|! I feel your thrilljoy mouthsº overtspeaking, O dragoman, handsº understudium. Plunger words what paddle verbed. Mere man's mime: God hasº jest. The old order changeth and lasts like the first. |shEvery third man has a chink in his conscience and every other womansh| has a jape in her mind. Now,º fix on |shthe little fellow in my eyesh|, Minucius Mandrake, and follow my little psychosinology, poor armerº in slingslang. Now I, |shthe lord of Tuttu,sh| am placing that initalº T square |shof burial jadesh| uprightº to your temple aº moment. Do you see anything,º templar?
— I see a blackfrinch pliestrycook … who is carrying on his brainpan … a cathedral of lovejelly for his … Tiens, how he is like somebodies!
— Purely, in a pure manner. O,º seyº but swift and still a vain essaying! Trothed today, trenned tomorrow.º I invert the initialº of your tripartite and sign it sternly|sh, andº adze to girdle,sh| on your breast. What do you hear, breastplate?
— I ahear of a hopper behidin the door slappin his feet in a pool of bran.
— Bellax, acting like a bellax. And so the triptych vision passes. Out of a hillside into a hillside. Fairsheeº fading. Again am I deliciated by the
picaresqueness of your irmages. Now, |shtheº oneir urge
iterimpellant,ºsh| I feel called upon to ask did it ever occur to you,º
qua you,º prior to this,º by a stretchº
your iberborealic imagination, whenº it's quicker than this quackingº that you might, bar accidens,º be very largely substituted in potential secession from your next life by a complementary character, voices apart.º Upjack!º I shudder for your thought! Think! |shPut from your mind that and take on trust this.sh| The next word depends on your answer.
— I'm thinking to, thoggedº be thenked! |shI was just trying to think when I thought I felt a flea.sh| I might have. I cannot say for |shit is of no significanceº at allsh|. Onceº or twice when I was in odinburghº with myº addlefoes, |shJake Jonessh|º the handscabby, when I thinkled I wore trying on my garden substisuit, boy'sº apert, at my nexwordº nighboor's, and maybe more largely nor you quosh yet you, messmate,º realise.º A few times, so to shape,ºº I chancedº to be stretching, inº the shadow as I thought,º the liferight out of myself in my ericulous imaginating.º I felt feeling a half Scotch and pottage like roungº my middle ageing like Bewley in the baste so that I indicate out to myself and I swear my gots how that I'm not meself at all, no jolly fear, when I realise bimiselves how becomingly I to be going to become.º
— O, is that the way with you, you craythur?º In the becoming was the weared, wontnat!º Hood maketh not frere. The voice is the voice of jokeup, I fear. Are you imitationº Roma now or Amor now. You have all our empathies,º eh, Mr Trickpat, ifº you don't mind, that is, aside from |shsingsº and mush,sh| answering to my straight question?º
— God save the monk! I won't mindº this is, answering to your strict crossqueets,º whereas it would be as unethical for me now to answer as it would have been nonsensical for you then not to have asked. Same no can, home no will, gangin I am. Gangang is Mine and I will return.º Out of my name you call me, Leelander. |shBut in my shelterº you'll miss me. When Lapac walks backwords he'sº darkest horse in Capalisoot.sh|ººº You knew me once but you won't know me twice. I am simpliciter arduus,º ars of the schooº, Freeday's child in loving and thieving.
— My child,º know this!º |shSome
portion of that answer appears to have been tokenº by you from the writings of Saint Synodius,º
that first liar. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the queen,º whitherº the indwellingness of that which shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned of two.sh|º Let us hear, Art simplicissime!
— Dearly beloved brethren:º Bruno and Nola,º leymon bogholders and stationary lifepartnersº off orangey Saint Nessau Street,º were explaining it avicendas all round each other ere yesterweek out of Ibn Sen and Ipanzusschº. When himupon Nola Brunoº monopolisesº his egobruno most unwillingly sesesº by the mortal powers alionola equal and opposite brunoipso, id estº, eternally provoking alio oppositeº equally as provoked as Bruno at being eternally opposed by Nola. Poor omniboose,º singalow singelearum: soº is he!
— One might hear in their beyond that lionroar in the air again, the zoohoohoom of Felin make Call. Bruin goes to Noble, averº who is? Ifº is itsen?º Or youº mean Nolans but Volansº, an alibiº, do youº Mutemalice,ºº suffering unegoistically from the singular but positively enjoyingº on the plural? Dustify of that sole, you breather! |shRuemember, blither,º thou must lie!sh|
— |shOessoyess!ºsh| I never dramped of
prebeing a postman but I mean in |shostralianºsh| someplace, mults deeply
belubdead;º my allaboy brother,º Negoist Cabler, ofº this city,
|shwhomº 'tis better ne'er to name, my said
brother,ºsh| the skipgod, expulledº for looking at churches from
behind,º who is senderº of the Hullo Eve Cenograph in prose and worse every Allso's night. High
Brazilº Brandan's Deferred, midden Erse clare language, Noughtnoughtnought nein.º Assass. Dublireº |sh, per
Neuropaths|sh. Punk. Starving today plays punk opening tomorrow two plays punk wire splosh how two plays punk Cabler. Have you forgotten poor Alby
Sobrinos, Geoff, you blighter, identifiable by the necessary white patch on his rear? How he
|shwent to his swiltersland after his lungssh|,
|shmyº sad late brother,sh| before his
coglionial expancian? Won't you join me in a small halemerry, |sha bottle of the bestsh|, for
wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen,º what though preferring the stranger, the coughs and the itches and the minnies and the ratties theº opulose andº bilgenses,º for of his was the
patriots mistaken. The heart that wast our Graw McGree!
Yet be there some who mourn him, |shconcluding him deadsh|, and more there be that wait astand. Hisº fuchs up the staires and the ladgersº in his haires,º he ought to win that V.V.C.º Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! |shWould he were even among the lost!sh| From ours bereft beyond belongs. Oremus poor fraternibus that he may yet |shescape the gallewsºsh| and still remain ours faithfully departedº. |shI wronged you.sh| |shI never want to see more of bad men butsh| I want to learn from any on the airse,º like Tass with much thanks, here's ditto,º ifº he lives sameplaceº in |shthe antipathiessh| of austrasiaº or anywhere |shwith my fawngestsh| on his hooshmoney, safe and damned,º or has hopped itº or who can throw any lime on the |shsopjacksh|,º myº fond fosther,º E. Obiit Nolan, |shThe Workings,sh| N.S.W.,º |shhis conditionsh| off the Venerable Jerrybuilt,º not belonging to these parts, who,º I remember ham to me, whenº we were like bro and sis over our castor and porridge,º with his roamin I suppose|sh, expectingº for his clarenx negus,ºsh| a teetotum abstainerº. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be ashunned of him. We were in one class of age like to two clots of egg. I am most beholding to him, my namesick,º |shas we sayed it in our Amharican,ºsh| through the Doubly Telewisher. |shOutpassed hearts wag short pertimes.sh| |shWorndown shoes upon his feetsh|, |shto whose redress no tongue cansh| |shtellsh|! In |shhis hands a boot!º Spare me, do, a copper or twoºsh| and |shhappy I'll hope you'll be!sh|º It will pleased me behind with thanks from before and love to self and all I remain hereº your truly friend. I am no scholarº but I loved that man |shwho has africot luppssh| with the moonshane in his profile, my shemblableº! My freer!º I call you my halfbrotherº because you in your soberer |shotiumic|shmoments remind me deeply of my natural saywhen brothel in feed, hop and jollity, S. H. Devitt, that benighted irismaimed, who is tearly belaboured by Sydney and Alibany.
— Mr Nolan is pronuminallyº Mr Gottgab.
— I get it.ºº |shBy hearing his thing about a person one begins to place himsh| |shfor a certainsh| |shin true.sh| You reeker, heº stands pat for you before a direct object in the feminine. I see. By maiden sname. Now, I am earnestly asking you, andº putting it as between this yohou and that houmonymh, will just youº search through your gabgut memoirs for all of two minutes for this impersonating pronolan, |shfairhead on foulshoulderssh|. Would it be in twofold truth an untaken mispatriate, too fullfully true and rereallyº a doblingangerº much about your own medium with a sandy whiskers? |shPoke me nabs in the ribs and pick the erstwort out of his mouth.sh|
—º Treble Stauter of Holy Baggot Street, formerly Swordmeat,ºwho I surpassed himº lately for four and six bringing home the Christmas,º as heavy as music, hand to eyesº on the peer for Noel's Archº, in blessed foster's placeº is doing the dirty on me with his tantrums and all these godforgiven kilowatts I'd be better off without. She'sº write to him she's levt by me, Jenny Rediviva! Toot! Detter for you,º Mr Nobru.º Toot toot! Better for you, Mr Anol! This is the way we. Of a redtettetterday morning.
— I speak truly, it's a shower sign that it's not.
— They are too wise of solbing their silbings?
— And both croon to the same theme.
— Tugbag is Baggut's, |shwhen a crispin sokolistsh| |shbesoops juts kamps or clapperclawssh| an irvingite offthedocks. Aº luckchange,º I see. |shThinking young through the muddleage spread, the moral fat his mental leans on.sh| We can cop that with our straat that is called corkscrewed. It would be the finest boulevard billy for a mile in every direction,º from Lismore to Cape Brendan, Patrick's,º if they took the bint out of the mittle of it. You told of a tryst too, two a tutu. I wonder now,º without releasing seeklets of the alcove,º turturs or raabraabsº have,º I heard mention of whose name anywhere?º Mallowlane or Demaasch? Strike us up either end Have You Erred off Van Homper or Ebell Teresa Kane.
—º Oº Tara's thrush,º theº sharepusher! And he said he was only taking the
|shaveragesh| grass temperature for
greenº Thurdsday, |shthe blutchy
scaligersh|!º Who you know the musselman, his musclemum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo Mum! He loves a drary lane. Feel Phylliscitations to daffº Mr Hairwigger
whoº has just haddedº twinned little curls! He was resting between
horrockses'º sheets,º wailing for white warfare, |shprooboorsh|
welshtbreton, and unbiassedº by the embarrassment of disposal but,º the first wokingº dayº by Thunder, he
stepped into the breach and put on his recriution trousers and riding apron in Baltic Bygrad, theº old
soggy, was when the bold bhuoys of Iran wouldn't join up.
— How voice you that, nice Sandy man? Not large goodman is he, Sandy nice.º Ask him this one minute upthrow inner lotus of his burly ear womit he dropped his Bass's to Pº flat. Andº for that he was allaughed? And then baited? The whole gammat?
— Dias domnasº! Dolled to dolthood? And Annie Delittle, his daintree diva, |shin deltic dwilights,sh| singing him |shhenpeckedsh| rusish through the bars?º My Wolossay's wild as the Crasnian Sea! Grabashag, groogy, scoop and I'll cureº ye! |shMother of emeralds, ara poog neighbours!sh|
— Capilla, Rubrilla and Melcamomilla! Dauby, dauby, without dulay! Well, I beg to traverse same above statement by |shsaxy
luterssh| in their back haul of Coalcutter what reflects upon my administrants of slowº poisoningº as my dodear devere revered
mainhirrº was confined to guardroom, I hindustand, byº my pint of his
Filthered pilsensº bottle due to Zenaphiah Holwell, H and J. C. S, Whichº I was bringing up my quee
parapotacarry's orders in my sedown chair with my mudfacepacket from my |shcash
chemistsh| and family |shdruggersh|,
Suragerº Dowling, V.S.º to our aural surgeon, Afamado Hairductor Achmed Borumborad, M.A.C.A,
Sahib,º of aº 1001 Ombrilla Street, Syringa padhamº, Alleypulley,º to see what was my watergood, my mesical
wasserguss,º for repairs done by bollworm in the rere of pilch knickers,º seven yerds to his galandhar pole on perch, together with his for me |shunfillable
sloppersh|, property of my deeply forfear revebereared,º who isº costing us mostfortunes |shwhich
I am writing in mepetitionsh| to Kavanagh Djanaral, when he was sitting |shhim
humpbackedsh| in dry dryfilthyheat to his trinidadsº pinslers at their orpentings,º entailing a laxative tendency to mary,º
especially with him being forbidden fruitº and Certifiedº by his sexular clergy to have as badazmy emotional volvular,º
with a basketful of priesters crossing the singorgeous to aroint him with tummy moor's maladies,º and thereinafterº liable to succumb whenº served with letters potent below the
belch,º if my rupee repureº riputed husbandship H.R.R.
took a brief one in his shirtsails out of the alleged given mineral, tellingº me see his in Foraignghistan sambat papersº Sunday feacturesº of a welcomed aperrytiff with vallad of Erill Pearcey Oheº never battered one eagle's before paying me his duty |shon my annaversarysh| to the |shparroteyes listsh| in my nil ensemble,º in his lazychair but he hidded up my hemifaces in all my mayarannies and he lockedº plum into my mirrymouth like Ysamasy morning in the end of time, withº the so light'sº hopeº on his ruddycheeksº and rawjawsº and, my charmer, whomº I dipped my hand in,º he simply showed me his propendiculous loadpoker, Seaserpents hisses sissastonesº, which was as then is produced in his manswayº by this wisest of the Vikramadityationists,º with the remere remindº remure remark, inº his gulughurutty: Yran for parasites with rum for the turkeycockeys soº Lithia, M.D., as thisº is for Snooker, bort.º
— Fantasy! funtasyº on fantasy,º amnaesº fintasies! And there is nihil nuder under the clothing moon. |shWhen Ota, weewahrwificle of Torquells,sh| bumpsed her dumpsydiddle down in her woolsarkº she mode our heuteyleutey girlery of peerlesses to set up in all their bombossities of feudal fiertey, fanned, flounced and frangipanned,º while the massstab whereby Ephialtes has exceeded is the measure, simplexº mendaciis, by which our Outis cuts his thruth. |shArkaway now!sh|
— Yerds and nudes say ayes and noes! Vide! Vide!
— Let Eivin bemember for Gates of Gold for their fadeless suns berayed her. Irise, Osirises!º Be thy mouth given unto thee! For why do you lack a link of luck to poise a pont of perfect, peace? On the vignetto is a ragingoos. The overseer of the house of the oversire of the seasº, Nu-Men, triumphant, sayeth:º Fly as the hawk, cry as the corncrake, Ani Latch of the postern is thy name; shout!
— My heart, my mother! My heart, my coming forth of darkness! They know not my heart, O coolun dearast! Mon gloomerie! Mon glamourie! What a surpraise, dear Mr Preacher,
I to hear from your strawnummical modesty! |shYes, there was that skew arch of chrome sweet home,º floodlit up above the flabberghosted farmament and bump where the camel got the needle. Talk about iridecenciesº! Ruby and beryl and chrysolite, jade, sapphire, jasper and lazul.sh|
— Ophiuchus being visible above thorizon, mulierculaº occluded by |shSatarn's serpentsh| ring systemº the pisciolinnies Novaº Ardonisº and Prisca Parthenopea, are a bonniesº feature in the northern sky. Ersº, Mores and Merkery are surgents below the rim of the Zenith Partº while Arctura, Anatolia, Hesper and Mesembria weep in their mansions over Noth, Haste, Soot and Waste.
— |shApep and Uachet!sh| Holy snakes,º chaseº meº charleyº, Eva's got barleyº underº her fluencies!º The Ural Mount he's on the move and he'll quivvy her with his strombolo! |shWaddlewurst, the bag of tow, as broad above as he is below!sh| Creeping through the |shliongrass andsh| bullsrusshiusº|sh, the obesendean,sh| before the Emfang de Maurya's class, inº Bill Shasser's Shotshriftº writing academy,º camouflaged as a blancmange and maple syropº! Obeisance soº their sitininsº is the follicity of this Orp.º |shHer sheikº to Slave, his dick to Daveº and the fat of the land to Guygas.sh| The treadmill pebbledropper haha halfahead overground and she'd only chitschats in her spanking bee bonetry,º Allapolloosa! Up the slanger! Three cheersand a heva hevaº for the name Dan Magraw!
º The giant sun is in his emanence but which is chief of those white dwarfees of which he ever is surabanded?º And do youº think I might have being his seventh! He will kitssle me on
melbaw. |shWhat about his age? says you. What about it? says I.sh|
|shI will confess to his sinssh| and blush me further. I would misdemean to rebuke to the libels of snots fromº the
canallessh|. |shSynamite is too good for them.sh| Two overthirties
|shin shore shortiessh|.º She's askapot at Nile Lodge
and she's citchincarry at the left Mrs Hamazum's. Will you warn your old habasund, barking at baggermen, his chokefull chewing his chain? Responsif you
plais. The said Sully, a barracker |shassociated with tinkerssh|, the blackhand, Shovellyvans,º wreuter of |shannoyimgmostº letterssh| and skirriless ballets in Parsee Franchº whoº isº Magrath's thugº and smells cheaply of Power's spirits,º like a deepsea dibbler,º and he is not fit enough to throw guts down to a bear. |shSylphling me when is a maid nought a maid he would go to anyposs length for her!sh| So long, Sulleyman! If they cut his nose on the stitcher they had their sivenº good reasons. Here's to the leglift of my snuff and trout |shstockangt henkerchoffsh|,º orange finº with a mosaic of dispensationsº and a frorenº black patata, from my church milliner.º Whenº Lynchº Brother, Withworkers, Friendsº and Company with T. C.º King and theº Warden of Galway is prepared to stretch him sacred by the powers to the starlight, L.B.W. |shHemp, hemp, hurray!sh| says the captain in the moonlight. |shI could put him under my pallyass and slepp on him all nightssh|º |shas I would roll myself for holy poly over his borrowingº placessh|. How we will make laugh over him together, me and my Riley in the Vickar's bed! Quink! says I. He cawls to me Granny-stream-Auborneº when I am hiding under my hair from him and I cool him my Finnyking he's so joyant a bounder. Plunk! said he. Inasmuch as I am delightful to be able to state, withº the joy of lifing in my forty winkers,º that a handsome sovereign was freely pledged in their pennis in the sluts maschine,º alonging wathº a cherrywickerkishabrack of maryfruit under Shadow La Rose,º to both the legintimate lady performers of display unquestionable, Elsebett and Marryetta Gunning, H2O, by that noblesse of leechers at his Saxontanneryº with motto in Wwalshe's ffrenchllatin:º O'Neillº saw Queen Molly's pants:º and much admired engraving,º meaning completº manly parts during alleged recent act of our chief mergey margey magistrades, fiveº itches above the kneecap,º as required by statues. V.I.C.5.6. If you won't release me stop to pleaseº me up the leg of me. Nowº you see! Respect. S.V.P. Your wife. Amn. Anm. Amm. Ann.º
— You wish to take us, Frui Mria, by degrees,º as artis litterarumque patrona but
|shI am afraid, my poor womansh|
|shof that same namesh|, what with your silvanes and your salvines, you are misled.
— Alas for livings' pledjures!
— Lordy Daw and Lady Don! Uncle Foozle and Aunty Jack! Sure,º that old humbugger was boycotted and girlcutted in debt and doom, on hill and haven, even by the |shshow-the-flag flotillash|, as I'm given now to understand,º illscribed in allº the gratuitouses and conspued in the takeyourhandaways. Bumbty, tumbty,º Sot on a Wall,º Mute art for the Million. There wasn't an Archimandriteº of Dane's Island and the townlandsº nor a minx from the Isle of Woman nor a one of the four cantins nor any on the whole wheel of his ecunemical conciliabulumº nor nogent ingen meid on allad the holdº scurface of the jorth would come next or nigh him, |shMr Eelwhippersh|, seed and nursery man, or his allgas bumgalowre, Auxilium Meum Solo Aº Dominoº (Amsad)º, for rime or ration, from piles or faces, after that.
— All ears did wag,º old Eire wake as Piers Aurell was flappergangsted.
— I have it here to my fingall'sº ends. |shThis liggy piggy wanted to go to the jampot. And this leggy peggy spelt pea. And theeseº lucky puckers played at pooping tooletom.sh| Ma's da. Da's ma. Madas. Sadam.
— |shPater patruum cum filiabus familiarum.sh| Or, but, now, and, ariring out of her mirgery
margeryº |shwatersheadssh| and,º to change
thatº subjunct from the |shtraumaturgidsh|
forº once in a while and darting back to stuffº
|shif so be you may identify yourself with the him in you,ºsh| that
fluctuous neck merchamturº, bloodfadder and milkmudder, since then ourº too many of her,º
Abha na Lifé,º and getting on to dadaddy again,º as them we're ne'er free of, was he in tea e'er he went on the
bier or didn't he ontimeº do something seemly heavy in sugar?º He
sent out Christy Columb and he came back with a jailbird's unbespokables in his beak and then he sent out Le Caron Crow and the peacies are still looking for him. The seeker from the swayed, the beesabouties from the parent swarm. Speak to the right! Rotacist ca canny!
|shHe caun ne'er be bothered but maun e'er be waked.sh| If there is a future in every past
that is present Quis est qui non novit quinniganº and Qui quaeº quot at
Quinnigan'sº Quake!º |shStump!sh| |shHis producersº are they not his consumers?sh| Your exagmination round his factification for incamination of a warping process. Declaim!
— Arra irraraº hirraraº man, weren't they arriving in clansdestiniesº
for the Imbandiment ofº Ad Regias Agni Dapesº, fogabawlersº and |shpanhibernskerssh|, after the
crack and the lean years,º scalpjaggers and houthhuntersº, like the messicalsº of the great
god,º a scarlet trainful, the Twoedged Petrard, totalling, leggats and
prelaps,º in their aggregate ages two and thirty plus undecimmed centries of themº with insiders, extraomnes and tuttifruttiesº allcunct, from Rathgar, Rathangaº,
Rountownº and Rush, from America Avenue and Asia Place and the Affrianº Way and Europa Parade and besogar the walliesº of Noo Sochº Wildsº and from
Vico, Mespilº Rock and Sorrento, for the lureº of his weal and the fear of his oppidumic, to his salon de espera in the keel of his
kraal,º like lodes of ores flocking fast to Mount Maximagnetic, afeerd he was a gunner but affaird to stay away, Merrionites, Dumstdumbdrummers,
Luccanicans,º Ashtoumers,º Batterysbyº Parkes and
Krumlin Boyardsº, Phillipsburgs, Cabraists and Finglossies, Ballymunites,º
Raheniacs and the bettlers of Clontarf, for to contemplate in manifestº and pay their firstrateº duties before the both of him,º
twelve stone a side,º with their Thieve le Roué!º and their Shvr yr Thrst! and their Uisgye ad Inferos!º and their
Usque ad Ebbraios! at and in the licensedº boosiness primisesº of his delhightful bazar and reunited magazine hall, by the magazine wall, Hosty's and Co, Exports, for
his five hundredth and sixtysixth borthday, the grand oldº Magennis Mor, Persee and Rahli,º taker of the tributes, their Rinseky
Poppakork and Piowtorº the Grape,º holding Dunker's durbar,º boot kings andº indiarubber umpires and shawhs from paisleyº and muftis in
muslim and sultana reiseines and jordanº almonders and a row of jam sahibs and aº odd
principeza in her pettedcoat and the queen of knight's clubs and the claddaghº ringleaders and the two
salaames and the Halfa Ham and the Hanzas Khan with two fat Maharashersº and the German selver geyserº and he polished up, protemptible,º tintanambulatingº to himsilf so
silfrich, andº there was J. B. Dunlop, the
best tyrent of ourish times,º and a swanks of French wine stuarts and Tudor keepsakes and the Cesarevitchº for the currentº counterº Leodegarius Sant Legerlegerº riding lapsaddlelonglegs up the oakses staircase on mulebackº like Amaxodiasº Isteroprotos,º hindquarters to the fore and kick to the lift, and he handygrabbedº on to his trulley natural anthem:º Horsibus, keep your tailyup,º and as much as the halle of the vacantº fhroneroomº, Oldloafsº Buttery, could safely accomodateº of the houses of Orange and Betters M.P,º permeated by Druids D.P,º Brehons B.P,º and Flawhoolags F.P,º and Agiapommenitesº A.P,º and Antepummelitesº P.P,º and Ulster Kong and Munster's Herald with Athclee Ensigning and Athlone Poursuivant and his Imperialº Catchering, his fain awan, and his gemmynosed sanctsons in epheud and ordilawn and his diamondskulled granddaucher, Adamantayaº Liubokovskva, allº murdering Irish, amok and amak,º out of their boom companions in paunchjab and dogril and pammel and gougerotty,º after plenty ofº his fresh stout and his good balls of malt, not to forget |shhis oels a'mona nor his beers o'ryelysh|, |shsopped down by his pani's annagolorum,º (at Kennedy's kiln she kned her dough, back of her bake for me, buns!)sh|º socializing and communicantingº |shin the deification of his members,ºsh| for to nobble or salvage their herobitº of him, the poohpooher old bolsslooseº, with his arthurious clayroses,º Dodderick Ogonoch Wrack,º busted to the wurldº at large, on the table round, with the floodlight switched back, as true as the Vernons have Brian's sword, and a dozen and one by one tilly tallows round in ringcampf, circumassembled by his daughters in the foregiftness of his sonsº, lying high as he lay in all dimensions,ºº in court dress and ludmers chain,ººººº with a hogo, fluorescent |shof his swathingssh|,º round him,º like the |shcummulium of scentssh| in an italianº warehouse, erica's clustered on his hayir, the spectrem ofº his prisent mocking the candiedights of his dadtid, bagpuddingpodded to theº deafspot, |shbewept of his chilidrinº and serafim, poors and personalities, venturous, drones and dominatorsº, ancients and auldancients,sh| with his buttend up,º expositoed for sale after referee's inspection, bulgy and blowrious, bunged to ignorious, healedº cured and
embalsemateº, pending a rouseruction of his bogey, most highly astounded, as it turned up,º after his life overlasting,º at thus being reduced to nothing.
— |shBappy-go-gully and gaff for us all!sh| And all his morties calisenic, tripping a trepas, neniatwantyng:º Mulo Mulelo! Homo Humilo! Dauncy a deady O! Dood dood dood! O Bawse! O Boese!º O Muerther! O Mord! Mahmato! Moutmaro! O Smirtsch! O Smertz! Wohº Hillill! Woeº Hallall! Thou Thuoni! Thou Thaunaton! Umartir! Udamnor! Tschitt! Mergue! Eulumu! Huam Khuam! Malawinga! Malawunga! Ser Oh Ser! See ah See! Hamovs! Hemoves! Mamor! Rockquiemº eternuel give donal aye in dolmeny! Bad luck's perpepperpot loosen his eyis! (Psich!).º
— But there's leps of flam in Funnycoon's Wick. The keyn has passed. Lung lift the keying!
— |shImpassable tissue of improbable liyers!sh| D'yu mean to settº there where y'are now, |shcoddlinº your supernumerary leg,sh| wi'thatº bizarº tongue in yur tolkshap, and your hindies and shindies, like a muck in a market, Sorley boy, repeating yurself, andº tell me that?º
— I mean to sit here on this altknoll where you are now, Surly guy, replete in myself,º as long as I live, in my homespins, like a sleepingtop,º with all that's buried ofsins insince insensed insidesofme. If I can't upset this pound of pressed ollaves I canº sit up zounds of sounds upon him.º
— Whoisheº whoishe whoishe whoishe linking in? Whoishe whoishe whoishe?
— Zinzin.º Zinzin.
— We'llº gore them and gash them and gun them and gloat on them.
— O, widows and orphans, it's the yeomen! Redshanks for ever! Up Lancs!
— Fort!º Fort! Bayroyt! March!
— Myº price, my precious?
— Brinabride, myº price! When you sell get my price!
— Pipette!º Pipette, my priceless one!
— Zinzin.º Zinzin.
— Hello! Tittit! Tell your title?
— Parfey.º Now,º after that |shjustajiffº siestash|, just permit me a moment.º |shChallenger's Deep is childsplay to thissh| but,º |shby our soundings in the swishº channels,º land is duesh|. A truce to |shdemobbed swarwordssh|. Clear the line, priorityº call! Sybil! Better that or this? Sybil Head this end! Better that way? Follow the baby spot. Yes. Very good now. We are again in the |shmagnetic fieldsh|. Do you remember on aº particular lukesummer night,º following a crying fair day?º Moisten your lips |shfor a lightning strikesh| and begin again. Mind the flickers and dimmers! Better?º
— Well.º The isles is Thymes. The ales is Penzance. Vehement Genral. Delhi expulsed.
— Were they bonfires? That clear?
— No other name would at all befit them unless that. Bonafieries! With their blue beards streaming to the heavens.
— Was it a high white night now?
— Was our lord of the heights nigh our lady of the valley?
— He was hosting himself up and flosting himself around and ghosting himself to merry her murmur like an andeanupper balkan.
— Quando? Quonda? Go dateyº!
— Latearly! Latearly! Latearly! Latearly!
— That was latterlig certainly. And was there frostwork about andº thick weather and hice, soon calid, soon frozen, cold on warm but moistly dry,º and a boatshaped blanket of bruma airsighs and hellstohns and flammballs and vodashouts andº everything |shto please everybodysh|?
— The amenities, the amenities of the amenities with all their amenities. And the firmness of the formous of the famous of the fumous of the first fog in Maidanvale?
— No here. Under the blunkets.
— Simply awful the dirt.sh| An evernasty ashtray.
— Deed then I do,º W.K.
— |shIn Fingal too they met at Littlepeace aneath the bidetree, Yellowhouse of Snugsborough, Westreeve-Astagobº and Slutsend with Stockinsº of Winning's Folly merryfallsº, all of a two, skidoo and skephumble?
— A tricolour ribbon that spells a caution. The old flag, the cold flag.
— The flagstone. By tombs, deep and heavy. To the unaveiling memory of. Peacer the grave.
— There used, sure enough. Beside the Annar. At the ford of Slivenamond. Oakley Ashe's elm. With a snoodrift from one beerchen bough. And the grawndest crowndest consecrated maypole in all the reignladenº history of Wilds.
|shBrowne's Thesaurus Plantarumº from Nolan's,º
The Prittlewell Press, has nothing alike it.sh| For |shwe are fed of its forest, clad in its wood,
burquedº by its
bark and our lecture is its leave.sh| |shThe cram, the cram, the king of all crams.ºsh| Squiremade and damesman of plantagenets, high and holy.º
— Standing foreninst us.
— And in Cimmerian shudders.
— You saw it visibly from your hidingplace?
— No. From my invisibly lyingplace.
— And you then took down in stereo what took place being tunc committed?
— I then tuk my takenplace lying down, I thunk Iº told you. Solve it!
— Remounting aliftle towards the ouragan of spaces. Justº how grand in cardinal rounders is this preeminent giant, sirº Arber? Yourº bard'sº highview, avis on valley! I would like to hear you burble to us in strict conclave, purpurando, and without too much italiote interfairance,º what you know in petto about our sovereign beingstalk, Tonans Tomazeusº. O dite!
— Corcor Andy, Udi, Udite!º Your Ominence, Your Imminence and delicted fraternitrees!º There'sº tuodoreº queensmaids and Idahore shopgirls and
they woody babies growing upon her and bird flamingans sweenyswinging fuglewards on the tipmast and Orania epples playing hopptociel bommptaterre and Tyburn fenians snoring in his
quickenboleº and crossbones strewing its holy floorº andº culprinesº of Erasmus Smith's
|shburstallsh| boys with their underhand leadpencils climbing to her crotch for the origin of spices
and charlotte darlings with silk blueº askmes chattering in dissent to them,º gibbonses and
gobbenses,º guelfing and ghiberringº proferring praydews to their anatolies and blighting findblastsº on their catastripesº and the killmaimthemº
pensioners chucking overthrown milestones up to her to fall her cranberries and her |shpommes
annettessh| for their unnatural refection and |shhandpainted hoydens plucking husbands
ofº himsh|º and cock robins muchmore hatching most out of his missado eggdrazzles for him, the sun and moon pegging honeysuckle and
heather down and timtits tapping resin there and tomahawks watching tar elsewhere, creatures of the wold approaching him, hollow mid ivy, for to claw and rub,º hermits of the desert barking their infernal shins over her triliteral roots and his acorns and pinecornsº shooting wideº all sides out of him, plantitude outsends of plenty to thousands, after the truants of the utmostfear |shand her downslyder in that snakedst-tu-naughsy whimmering woman't seeleib such ash| fashionaping |shsathinous dress out of thatsh| exquisitive creation and her leaves, my darling dearest,º sinsinsinning since the night of time andº each and all of their branches meeting and shaking twisty hands all over again in their new world |shthrough the germination of its gemination from Ond's outset till Odd's endsh|. And encircle him circuly. Evovae!º
— |shTelleth that eke the treeth?
— Mushe,º mushe of a mixness.
— I've got that now, |shDr Melamanessyºsh|. Finight mens midinfinite true. The form masculine. The gender feminine. I see. Now, are you derevatov of it yourself in any way? The true treeº I mean?º Let's hear what science has to say, pundit-the-next-best-king. Splanck!
— The wittold, the frausch and the dibble! How this looseaffair brimsts of fussforus! And was this treemanangel on his soredbohmend because Knockout, the knickknaverº, knacked him in the knechtschaftº?
— |shWell,º he was ever himself for the presention of crudities to
animals for he had put his own nickelname on every toad, duck and herring before the climber clomb aloft,º doing the midhill of the park, flattering his bitter hoolftsh| |shwith herº conconundrums.sh|º He would let us have the three barrels. |shSuch was a bitte too thikke for the Musterº of the hoose so as he called down on the Grand Precurser who coiled him a crawler of the dupest dye and thundered at him to flatchº down offº that erection and be aslimed of himself for the bellance of hissch leif.sh|
— Oh Finlay's coldpalled!
— Ahday's begatem!
— Wo wo! Who who! Psalmtimes it grauws on me to ramble, ramble, ramble.sh|
— There do be days of dry coldness between us when he does be like a lidging houseº far far astray and there do be nights of wet windwhistlingº when he does be making me onions woup all kinds of ways.sh|
— Now you are mehrer the murk, Lansdowneº Road. She's threwed her pippin's thereabouts and they've cropped up tooth oneydgeº with hates to leaven this socried isle. Now, thornyborn, follow the spotlight, please! |shConcerning a boy.sh| Are you acquainted with a pagany,º |shvicariouslysh| known as Toucher ‘Thom’º who is.º I suggest Finoglamº as his habitat. Consider yourself on the stand now and watch your words, take my advice. Let your motto be: Inter nubila numbum.º
— He is a man of around fifty, struck on Anna Lynsha's Pekoe with milk and whisky, who does messuagesº |shand
has more dirt on himº than an old dog has
fleassh|,º |shkicking stones and knocking
snow off wallssh|.º Have you ever heard of this old boy “Thom”º or “Thim” of the |shfishy staresh|º who belongs to Kimmage, a crofting district, and is not all there,º and is all the moreº himself since he is not so,º being most of his time down at the Green Man where he |shsteals, pawns, belches and is a cursesh|, |shdrinking gaily two hours after closing timesh|,º with the coat on him skinside out against rapparitions,º |shwith his socks outsewed his springsidessh|, |shclapping his hands in a feeble sort of waysh| and systematically mixing with the public going for groceries, slapping greats and littlegets soundly with his cattegut belts,º |shflapping baresidessh| and waltzywembling about in his accountrementsº always in font of the tubbernuckles, like a longarmed lugh,º when he would be finished with his tea?ºº
— Is it that fellow?º As mad as the brambles he is. Touch him. |shWith the lawyers sticking to his trewsershinssh| and the swatmenotting on the basque of his beret. |shHe has kissed me more than once, I am sorry to sayº and if I did commit gladrolleries may the loone forgive it.ºsh| O wait till I tell you!º
— We are not going yet.
— I am illuding to the Pekin packet but I am eluding from Laura Connor's treatsh|.
—º º Now,º just wash and brush up your memoirias a little bit. So I find, referring to
the pater of the present man, an erely demented |shbrick
thrower,ºsh| I am wondering to myself in my mind, qua |shour arc of the
covenant,sh| was Toucher, a methodist,º whose name, as others say, is not really ‘Thom’º, was
this saltº son of a century from Boaterstown, Shivering William,º the
sealiest old forker ever hawked crannock, |shwho is always with him at the Big Elm
and the Archsh| |shafter his teeth were shaken out of their suckets by the wrang dog,sh|º for having 5 pints 73º of none Eryen blood in himº abaft the seam level, the scatterling,º wearing |shhis cowbeamer andsh| false clothes of a brewer's grains pattern with back buckons with his motto on, Yule Remember, ostensibly for that occasiononlyº of the twelfth dayº Pax and Quantum wedding, I'mº wondering.
— I bet you are. Well,º he was wandering, |shyou bet,sh| whatever was his matter,º in his mind too,º give him his due,º for I am sorry to have to tell you, hullo and evoe,º they were coming down from off him.
— How culious an epiphany!
— It looked very like it.
— Concavingº now convexly to the |shsemidemihemispheressh| and,º from |shthe female anglesh|, music minnestirring,º were the |shsubligatesh| sistersº, P.º and Q.,º Clopatrick's cherierapest, mutatisº mutandis, in pretty much the same pickle, |shtheº peach of all piedom,sh| the quest of all quicks?º
— |shSilks apeel and sulks alusty?
— Boy and giddle, gape and bore.sh|
— Were they now? And were they watching you as watcher as well?
— I suspect you must have been.
— O Schaum! Not really? Were you sorry you were mad with him then?
— When I tell you I was rooshiamarodnimad with myself altogether, so I was, for being sorry for him.
— I believe in many an old stager. But what seemed sooth to a Greek summed nooth to a giantle. Who kills the cat in Cairo coaxes cocks in Gaul.sh|
— That tare and this mole, your tear and our smile. 'Tis life that lies if woman's eyes have been our old undoing. Lid efter lid. |shReform in mine size his deformation. Tiffpuffº up my nostril, would youº puff the earthworm outer my ear.ºsh|
— |shHe could claudº boose his eyes to the birth of his garce, he could lump all his lot through the half of her play,º but he jest couldn't laugh through the whole of her farce becorpse he warn't billed
that way. So he outandouts his volimetangereº and has a lightningº consultation and he downadowns his pantoloogions and made a piece of first perpersonal puetry that staystale remains to be. Cleaned.sh|
— This aim to you!
— The tail, so mastrodantic, as you tell itº nearly takes your own mummouth's breath away. |shYour troppersº are so unrelieved because his troopers were in difficulties.sh| Stillº |shlet stultitiam done in veino condone ineptias made of veritues.sh| How many were married onº that top of all strapping mornings,º after the midnight turkayº drive, myº good watcherº?
— Puppaps. That'd be telling. |shWith a hoh frohim andº heh fraher.sh| But,º as regards to Tammyº Thornycraft,º |shIdefyneº the lawn mare and the laney moweress and all the prentisses of wildes to massage him.sh|
— Now |shfrom Gunner Shotlandºsh| to Guinnessº Scenography. Come to the ballay at the Tailors'º Hall. We mean to be mellay on the Mailers' Mall. And leap, rink and make follay till the Gaelers' Gall. Awake! Come, a wake! Every old skin in the leather world, infect the whole stock company of the old house of the Leaking Barrelº, was thomistically drunk, two by two, lairking |sho' tootlersº with tomboursº a'beggars,sh| the blog and turfs and the brandywine bankrompers, trou Normend fashion, I have been told, down to the bank lean clorks?º Some |shnasty blunt clubssh| were being operated after the tradition of a wellesleyan bottle riot act andº aº few plates were being shied about and |shtumblers bearing traces of fresh portersh| rolling around,º independent of that,º for the ehren of Fyn's Insul,º and then followed that wapping breakfast at the Heaven and Covenant, with Rodey O'echolowingº how his breadcost on the voters would be a comeback for e'er a one,º like the depredations of Scandalknivery,º in and on usedtowobble sloops off cloasts,º eh?º Would that be a talltale too? This was the grandsire Orther. This was his innwhite horse. Sip?º
— Well,º naturally he was, louties alsoº genderymen.º Being Kerssfesstiydt.
They came from all lands beyond the wave for songs of Inishfeel. Whiskwayº and mortem!º No puseyporcious either,º invitem kappines all round. But
the right reverend priest, Mr Hopsinbond, and the reverent bride eleft, Frizzy Fraufrau, were
sober enough. |shI think they were sober.sh|
— I think you're |shwiddershinssh| there about the right reverence. Magraw for the Northwhiggern cupteam wasº weddingº |shbeastmansh|, papers before us carry.º You saw him hurriedly,º or did youº if thatseme'sº not irrelevant? With Slater's hammerº perhaps? Or he was in serge?º
— I horridly did.º On the stroke of the dozen. I'm sure I'm wrong but I heard the irreverendº Mr Magraw,º in search of a stammer, kuckkuck kicking the bedding out of the old sexton,º red-Fox Good-manº around the sacristy, tillº they were bullbeadle black and bufeteer blue,º while I and Flood and the other men, jazzlike brollies and sesuos,º was gickling his missus to gackles in the hall, the divileen, (she's a lamp in her throth)º with her cygncygn leckle and her twelve pound lach.
— Only. 'Twas womans' too woman with mans' throw man.
— |shWas she wearing shubladey's tiroirs in humour of her hubbishobbis, Massa's star stellar?
— |shThe jest of junk the jungular?
— Lollgoll! You don't soye so! All upsydown her whole creation? So there was nothing serical between you? And Drysalter, father of Izod, how was he now?
—º Crestofer Carambas! Such is zodisfaction. |shYou punkº me!sh| |shHe came, he kished, he conquered.sh| Vulturuvarnar! The must of his glancefullº coaxing the beam in her eye? |shThat musked bell of this masked ball!sh| |shAnnabella, Lovabella, Pullabella, yep?sh|
— |shThe quicker the deef the safterº thesh| sapstaff, butº the main the mightier the strickerº the strait. To the vast go the game! |shIt is the circumconversioning of antelithual paganelles by a huggerknut cramwell energuman, or the caecodedition of an absquelitteris puttagonnianne to the herreraismº of a cabotinesque exploser?
— Nautaey, nautaey,º we're nowhere without ye! In steam of kavos now arbatos above our hearths doth hum. And Malkos crackles logs of fun while Anglys cheers our ingles. |shSo lent she him ear to burrow his manhood (or so it appierce) and borrow his namas? Suilful eyes and sallowfoul hairweed and the sickly sigh from her gingeringº mouth like a Dublin bar in the moarning.
— Primus auriforasti me.sh|
— |shIs that answers?
— Fluteful as his orkan. Ex ugola lenonem.
— And Jambs, of Delphin's Bourne or (as olders lay) of Tophat?
— Dawncing the kniejinksky |shchoreopiscopallysh| like an easter sun round the colander, |shthe vicesh|!º Taranta boontoday! You should pree him pranceº the polcat, you whould sniffº him wops around, you should hear his piedigrotts schraying as his skimpies skirp a …
— |shOut of Priskysh| Poppagenua, |shthe palsied old priamite,sh|º |shhome fromsh| |shEdwin Hamilton's Christmas pantaloonadesh|,º Oropos Roxy and Pantharheaº |shat the Gaietysh|, trippudiating |shround the aria, with his fiftytwoº heirs of agesh|! They may reel at his likes but it's Noeh Bonum's shin do.
— And whit what was Lillabil Issabil maideve, maidº at?
— Tristsº and thranes and trinies and traines.
— Ay, graunt ye.
— The quobus quartet were there too, if I mistake not, as a sideline but,º pace the
|shcontempt of senatesh|, well to the fore, in an amenessyº
meeting,º metandmorefussed to decide whereagainwhen to meet themselves, |shflopsome and jerksomeº, lubber and
deliric,sh| |shdrinking unsteadilysh| through the
Kerry quadrilles and Listowel lancers and mastersinging always with that consecutive fifth of theirs, eh? Like four wise elephants inandouting under a
— In sum, some hum? And other marrage feats?
— Mayhap.º Hora pro Nubis, |shThundersdaysh|º, at A Little Bit Of Heaven, Howth,º the wife of Deimetuus (D'amn),º Earl Adam |shFitzadamsh|,º of a Tartar (Birtha) or Sackville-Lawry and Morland-West, at the Auspice for the Livingº Bonnybrook,º |shby the riverº and A. Briggs Carlisle,sh| guardian of the birdsmaids and deputiliser for groom. Pontifical mess. |shOr (soddenly) Schott,sh| furtivfired by the riots. No flies. |shAgreest?sh|
— Flood's. The pinkman,º the squeeze, the pintº with the kick. Gaa. And then the punch to Gaelicise it. Fox. The
lady with the lamp. The boy in the barleybag.º The old man on his ars. Great Scrapp! 'Tis we and you and ye and me and hymns and hurts and heels and shields. The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place
that erestationed. He was culping for penance while you were ringing his belle. Did the kickee, goodmanº ruedº foxº, say anything important? |shClamº or cram, spick or spat?º
— Nnn ttt wrd?
— |shA gael galled by scheme of scorn? Nock?
— Five maim! Or something very similar.
— |shI should like to euphonise that.sh| It sounds an isochronism. Secretº speech Hazeltonº and obviously |shdisemvowelledsh|. But it is good laylawº too. We may take those wellmeant kicks for free granted, thoughº |shultra vires, void and, in fact,º unnecessarily sosh|. Happily you were not quite so successful in the process verbal whereby you would sublimateº your blepharospasmockical suppressions, it seems?º
— Were you or were you not? Ask yourself the answer,º I'm not giving you a short question.º Now, notº to mix up, cast your eyes around Capel Court. I want you, witness of this |shepic strugglesh|, |shas yours so minesh|, to reconstruct for us,º as briefly as you can,º inexactly the same as a mind's eye view,º howº these funeral games, whichº have been poring over us through |shhomer's kerryer pidgeonssh|, massacreedoed as |shthe holiname rallysh| roundº took place.
— Ah, go on now, Mastaº Bones, a gig for a gag, with your impendementsº and your perroqtriques! Blank memory of hatless
darky in blued suit. You were ever the gentle poet, |shdove from Haywardensh|. Pitcher cup, patcher
cap, pratey man?º Be nice about it, Bones Minor! Look chairful! Come, delicacy! Go to the end,
thou slackerdº! Once upon a grass and a hopping high grass it was.
— Faith,º then, Meesta Cheeryman, firstº he come up, a gag as a gig, badgeler'sº rake to the town's major |shfrom the wesz,sh|º MacSmashall Swingyº of the Cattelaxes, got up regardless, with a cock on the Kildare side of his Tattersull,º in his riddlesneek'sº ragamufflers and the horrid contrivance as seen above,º whisklyng |shinto a bonesh| tolerably delicately,º |shthe Wearing of the Bluesh|, and taking off his |shplushkwadded bugsbysh| |shin his perusual flea and loisy mannersh|, |shsaying good mrowkas to weevilybollysh| andº dragging his feet in the usual courseº and was ever so terribly naas, really,º telling him clean his naglesº and fexº himself up, |shMilessh|,º and so on and so fort,º and to take the coocoomb to his grizzliesº and who done that foxy freak on his bear's hairs like fire bursting out of the Ump pyre and,º half hang me, sirr, if he wasn't wanting his calicub body back before he'd to take his life or so save his life. Then, begor, counting as many as eleven to thritytwo secondsº with his pocket browning,º like I said, wann swanns wann,º |shthis is my awethorrortysh|,º he kept forecursing |shhascupth'ssh| foulº Fanden, Cogan,º forº coaccoackey the keyº of John Dunn's fieldº fore it wasº for sent and the way Montague was robbed and wolfling to know all what went off and who burned the hay,º perchance |shwilt thoultºsh| say,º before he'd |shkill all the kanessh|º and the price of |shPatsch Purcell's faketotemsh|, which the man,º |shhis plantagonistsh|, up from the bog of the depthsº who wasº raging with the thirst |shof the sacred spongesh| and who,º |shas a mashter of pasht,sh| so far as him was concerned,º was only standing there nonplush to the corner of Turbot Street,º perplexing about a paumpshop and pupparing to spit, wanting to know whelp the henconvention's compuss memphis he wanted with himº newº nothing about.
— A sarsencruxer, like the |shNap O'Farrellº Patter Tandysh| moor and burgess
medleyº? In other words,º was that how in the annusual curse of things,
|shas complement to complimentsh| though,º
|shafter a manner of men which I must and will say seems extraordinarysh|, their celicolar subtler
angelic warfare or photoplay finisterº started?
— Truly. That I may never!
— Did one scum then inº the auradrama, the deff, |shafter some clever play in the mudsh|,º mentionº to the other undesirable, a dumm, during diverse |shintentionalº instantssh|, that uponº the resume after the angerus, howº for his deal he was a pigheaded Swede and to wend himself to a medicisº?
— |shDid he, |shthe first spikesmansh|, do anything to him, the last spokesman, when, |shafter heaving some more smutt and chaff between themsh|, they rolled togutter into the ditch together?sh| |shBlack Pig's Dyke?sh|
— Did Box then try to shine his puss?
— Noº but Cox did to shin the punman.
— Trulytrulyº Asbestos he ever. And sowasso I never.
— |shLanguage this allsfare for the loathe of Marsesº ambiviolent about it.sh| Will you swear all the same you saw their shadows a hundred foot later, struggling diabolically over this, that and the other, their virtues pro and his principality con,º near theº Ruins, Drogheda Streetº, and kicking up the devil's own dust for the Milesian wind?
—º They |shdid not know the war was oversh| and were only berebelling or bereppelling one another by chance or necessityº with sham bottles, mere and woiney, as betwinst Picturshirts and Scutticules,º like their caractacurs in an Irish Rumanºº to sorowbrateº the expeltsion of the Danos? What sayest thou, scusascmerul?
— I know you don't, inº Feeney's.
— The mujic of the footure on the barbarihams of the bashed? Co Canniley?
— Da Donnuley.
— And this pattern pootsch punnermine |shof concoon and propreysh|º went on, hogº and minne,º a whole whake, your night after larry's night, spittinspite on Dora O'Huggins, ormonde caught butler, the artillery of the O'Heffernsº answering the cavalry of the MacClouds, fortey and more fortey, a thousand and one times,º according to your cock and a biddy story?º Lludillongi, forº years and years perhaps?
— That's ri. This is his largos life, this is me timtomtumº and this is her two peekweeny ones. From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first. That's right.
— Finny. Vary vary finny!
—º This is not guid enough, Mrº Brasslattin. Finging and tonging and winging and ponging! And all your rally and ramp and rant! Didgetº think I was asleep at the wheel? D'yu mean to tall grand jurors of thathensº of tharcticº on yourº oath, me lad,º and ask us to believe you for,º all you're enduring long terms,º with yur last foot foremouthst, that yur moon was shining on the tors and on the cresties and winblowing night after night,º for years and years perhaps,º after youº swearing to it a while back before yourº Corth examiner, Markwalther, that there was reen in planty all the teem?
— Perhaps so, as you grand duly affirm|sh, Robman Calvinicsh|. I never thought
over it, faith. I most certainly think so about it. I hope. |shUnless it is
actionable.sh| It would be a charity for me to think about something |shwhich I must on no
caste accounts omit, if you ask to mesh|. It was told me as an
|shinspired statementsh| by a friend of myself,
|shin reply to salutesh|, Tarpey, afterº three o'clock mass, withº forty ducks
indulgent, that some rain was promised to Mrs Lyons, the invalidº of Aunt Tarty Villa, with lots gulp and sousersº and
|shlikewisesh| he told me, |shthe
recusantsh|,º |shafter telling
masssh|, with |shtwo hundred genuflexionssh|,
at the split hour of blight when bars are keeping so sly, as wasº what's follows. Heº
is doing a walk, says she, in the feelmick's park, says he, like a tarrable Turk, says she, letting loose on his nursery and, begalla, he meet himself with Mr Michael Clery of a Tuesday who said Father MacGregor was desperate to the bad place about thassbawls and |shejaculating aboutsh| all the stairrods and the |shcatspew swashing his earwankersh| and thinconvenience being locked up for months,º owing to being putrenised by stragglers abusing the apparatus,º and for Tarpey to pull himself into his soup and fish and to push on his borrowsaloaner and to go to the tumple |shlike greased liningsh| and see Father MacGregor and, be Cad, sir, he was to pipe up and saluate that clergyman and to tell his holiness |shthe whole goat's throatsh| about the three shillingsº in the confusional and to say how Mrs Lyons, the cuptosser,º was the infidel who |shprophessisedsh| to poseº three shielings |shPeter's pelfsh| off her tocher from paraguais and albs by the yardº to Mr Martin Clery for Father Mathew to put up a midnight mask saints withinsº of a Thrushdayº for African man and to let Brown child do and to leave he Anlone andº all the nuisances committed by soldats and nonbehavers and missbeloversº for N.D. de l'Ecluseº to send more heehaw hell's flutes, my prodder again! And I never brought my |shcads in togssh| blanket! Foueh!
— |shAngly as arrows, but you have right, my celtslingerº!sh| Nils, Mugn and Cannut. Should brothers be for aweº then?
— Quatsch! What hill arº yu fluking about ye lamelookond fyats!º I'll discipline ye! Will youº swear or affirm the day to yur second sight noo and recant that all yu affirmedº toº profetised at first sight for his southerly accent was all paddyflaherty? Will ye, ay or nay?
— That's very guid of ye, R.C.!º Maybe yu wouldn't mind talling us, my labroseº lad, how very much
bright cabbage or
papermingº comfirts d'yu draw for all yur swearin?º The spanglers, kiddy?
— |shRootha prootha.sh| There you have me! Vurry nothing,º O potators, I call itº for I might as well tell yousº Essexelcy, andº |shI am not swallowing my air,sh|º the Golden Bridge's truth. It amounts to nada inº pounds or pence. Not a glass of Lucan nor as much as the cost priceº of a highlandman's trousertree or the three crowns round your draphole (isn'tº it |shdramsh| disgusting?)º for the whole dumb plodding thing!
— Come now,º Johnnyº! We weren't born yesterday. Pro tanto quid retribuamus? I ask you to say on your |shscotty pictailsh| you were promised fines times with some staggerjuice |shor deadhorsesh|,º on strip or in larges,º at the Raven and Sugarloaf, either Jones's lame or Jamesy's gait, anyhow?
— Water, water, darty water! Up Jubilee sod! Beet peat wheat treat!
— Your gullet!sh|
— Guid! We make fight!º Three to one! Raddy?
— But no, from exemple, |shEmaniash|º
|shWhat do you have?sh| What mean you,
|shaugust onesh|? |shFairplay for
Finnians!sh|º |shI will have my
humours.sh| Sure,º you would not |shdo the cowardly
thingsh| and moll me roon?º Tell Queen's roadº I am seilling.
Farewell, but whenever! Buy!
— I don't know, sir. Don't ask me, your honour!
— Gently, gentlyº Northern Ire! Loveº that red hand! Let me once more. There are sordidly tales within tales, you clearly understand that? Now my other point. Did you know, whetherº by melanodactylism or purely libationally,º that one of these two Crimeans with the fender, the taller man, was accused of a certain offence or of a choice of two serious charges,º as |shskirts were divided on the subjectsh|, if you like itº better that way? You did, you rogue,º you?º
— Which moral turpitude would you select of the two,º for choice,º if you had your way? Playing bull before shebears or the hindlegs off a clotheshorse? Did any orangepeelers or greengoaters appear periodically up your sylvan family tree?
— You're a nice third degreeº witness, faith! But this is |shno laughing mattersh|. Do you think we are tonedeafs in our noses to boot? Can you not distinguish the sense, prain, from the sound, bray? You have homosexual catheisº of empathy between narcissism of the expertº and steatopygic invertedness. Get yourself psychoanolisedº!
— O, begor, I want no expert nursisº symaphy from yours broons quadroons and I can psoakoonalooseº myself any time I want (|shthe
fog follow you all!sh|) without your interferences or any other pigeonstealer.
— Sample! Sample!º
— Aº pwopwo of haster meets waster and talking of plebiscites by a show of hands, whether declaratory or effective, in all seriousness, has it become to dawn in you yet that the deponent, the man from Saint Yves,º may have been (one is reluctant to use the passive voiced) mayº be been as much sinned against as sinning,º for if we look at it verbally perhaps there is no true noun in active nature where every bally being —please read this mufto —º is becoming in its owntown eyeballs.º Nowº the long form and the strong form and reform alltogether!
— Hotchkiss Culthur's Everready, oneº brother to neverreachedº, well over countless hands,º sieur of many winners and losers, groomed by S. Samson and sonº, bred by dilalahsº, will stand at Bay (Dublin) from nun till danº and vites inversion and at Miss or Mrs'sº MacMannigan's Yard.
— Proº general continuation and in particular explication to your singular interrogation our asseveralation.
Ladiegentº, |shpalsº will
smilesh| but me and Friskyº Shorty, my inmate friend,º as is uncommon struck on poplar
poetry,º and a few fleabesides round at West Pauper Bosquet,º wasº
|shglad to be back again with the chapssh| and just arguing friendlylike at the Doddercanº
Easehouseº |shhaving a wee chatty with our hosty in his comfy establysh| overº the
old middlesexº party and his moral turps, meaningº flu, pock, pox and mizzles, grip, gripe,º
gleet and sprue, caries, rabies, numpsº and dumps. What me and Frisky in our concensus and the whole double gigscrew |shof
suscribersºsh|,º nottoº say the burman,º having successfully concluded our tour of
bibel,º wants to know is thisahere. Supposing, |shforº an ethical
fict,ºsh| him, which the findings showed, to have taken his epsceneº licence before the
norsect'sº divisional respectively as regards them male º privates and or concomitantly with all common or neuter respects to them
publicº exessº females, whereas allbeit |shreally sweet filliessh|, as was very properly |shheldsh| by the metropolitan in connection with this regrettable nuisance,º touchingº arbitrary conduct,º being in strict contravention of schedule in board of forests and works bylaws regulationing sparkers' and succers' amusements section of our beloved naturpark in pursuance of which police agence me and Shortyº have approached a reverend gentlmanº of the name of Mr Coppinger with reference to a piece of fire fittings as was most obliging, |sh'pon my sam,sh| in this matter of his explanations affirmative,º negative and limitative, given to me and Shorty,º touching what the good book says of toooldaisymen,º concerning the merits of early bisectualism,º besides him citing from approved |shlectionarysh| exampleº given by a valued friend of the name of Mr J. P. Cockshott, |shreticent ofsh| England, as owns a pretty maisonette, Quis ut Deus, fronting on to the Soussexº Bluffs as was telling us categoric how Mr Cockshott, as he had his assignation with, present holderº by deedpoll and indenture of the swearing belt, he tells him hypothetic,º the reverend Mr Coppinger,ºº hereckonsº himself disjunctively with |shhis windwarrdº eyesh| up to a dozen miles of a cunifarm school of herring,º passingº themselves supernatentlyº by the Bloater Naze from twelve and them mayridinghimº by the silent hour. Butting, charging, bracing, backing, springing, shrinking, swaying, darting, shooting, bucking and sprinkling their dossies sodouscheock with the twinx of their taylz. And,º reverend, he says, summat problematical, by yon socialist sun,º gut me,º but them erringsº was asº gladful as Wissixy kippers couldº be considering, flipping their little coppingers, pot em, the fresh little flirties, the dirty little gillybrighteners, pickle their spratties, the little smolty gallockers, and, reverend, says he, more assertitoff, zwelf me Zeus, says he, lettin olfac be the extench of the supperfishies, lamme the curves of their scaligerance and pesk the everurge flossity of their pectoralium, them little salty populators, says he, most apodictic,º as sure as my briam eggs is on cockshot under noose, all them little upandown dippiesº they was all of a libidous pickpuckpartyº and raid on a wriggolo finskyº doodah in testimonials to their early bisectualism. Such, he says,
is how |shthe reverend Coppinger, he visualisesº thesh| |shhideboundsh| homelies of |shcreed crux ethicssh|. Watsch yourself tillicately every morkning in your bracksullied twilette. The use of cold water, testificates Dr Rutty, may be warmly recommended for the sugjugation of cungunitals loosed. |shTolloll, schools!ºsh|
— Tallhell and Barbados wiº ye and yourº Errian coprulation! Pelagiarist!º Remonstrant Montgomeryite! Short lives to your relatives! Y'areº absexed,º so y'are, with mackerglosiaº and mickroocyphyllicks.ºº
— Waitº now, leixlip.º I scent eggoarchicism. |shI will take you to task.sh| I don't follow you that far in |shyour otherwise accurate accountsh|. Was it esox luciusº or salmo ferax?º You are taxing us into the driven future,º are you not, withº this ruttymaid fishery.º
— Gubbernathor!º That they say is a fenian on the secret. Named Parasol Irelly. Spawning |shova and frysh| like a marrye monach all |shamanygoroundsh| his seven parish churches! And peopling the ribald baronies with dans, oges and conals!
º Our Human Conger Eel!
— Pullº you, sir! Olive quill does it. Longealº of Malin, he'llº cry before he's flayed. And his tear make newisland. Did a rise? Way, lungfush! The great fin may cumule! Three threeth o'er the wild! Manu ware!
— He missed her mouth and stood into Dee, |shRomunculus Remus,º plying the
rapesh|, |shso as now any bompriss's bound to get upº
her if he pool her legº and bunk on her buttsh|.º No,º he skid like a
skate and berthed on her byrnieº and never a fear but they'll
land him yet, slitheryscalesº on liffeybank, times and times and halve aº time with a pillow of sand to polster him.
— Doº you say they will?
— To my lead, Toomey lout, Tommy lad.
— Besidesº the bubblye waters of, babblyebubblye waters of?
— |shNaif Cruachan!sh| Woe on woe, says Wardebº Daly. |shWoman will water the wild world over.sh|º And the maid of the folley will go where glory.º Sure I thought it was larking in the trefoll of the furry glans with two strippingº baremaids, Stilla Underwood and Moth MacGarry, he was, hand to dagger, that timeº andº their motherº a rawkneepudsfrowseº, I was given to understand, with superflowvius heirs,º begum. Thereº was that one that was always mad gone on him, her first king of cloves and the most broadcussed man in Corrack-on-Sharon, County Rosecarmon. Sure she was near drowned in pondest coldstreamsº of admiration forherself,º as bad |shas my Tarpeyan cousin, Vesta Tully,sh| making faces at her bachspilledº likeness in the brook after andº |shcooling herself in the elementsh|, sheº pleasing it, she praising it,º with salices and weidowwehlsº, all tossed,º as she was, the playactrix, Lough Shieling's love!
— Listenest, meme mearest! They were harrowd, those finweeds! Come, rest in this bosom! So sorryº you lost him, poor lamb! Of course I know you are a viry vikid girl
|shto go in thesh| dreemplace and at that time of the draym
andº it was a very wrong thing to do,º even under
|shthe dark flushº of nightsh|, dare all
grandpassia!º He's gone on his bombashaw. Through geesing and so pleasing at Strip Teasy up the stairs. |shThe boys on the corner were talking
too.sh| And your soreful miseries first come on you. Stillº |shto forgive it,º
divinesh|º my lickle wiffey, and everybodyº
knows you do look lovely |shin your invinsiblessh|,
Eulogia, a perfect apposition with the coldcream, Assoluta,º from Boileau'sº I always use in the wards after I am burned a rich egg
and derive the greatest benefit, sign of the cause. Myº, you do! Simply adorable! |shCould I but pass my hands some, my hands through, thine
hair!sh| |shSo vickyvicky veritiny!sh|
|shO Fronces, say howdyedo, Dotty!sh|º Chic hands. The way they curve there under nue charmeen cuffs! I am more divine like
that when I've two of everything up to |shboyproof
knickssh|.º Winning in a way, onlyº my arms are whiter,
dearºº.º Blanchemain, idler. Fairhair, frail one. Listen, meme sweety! O be joyfold! |shMirror do justice, taper of ivory, heart of
the conavent, hoops of gold!sh|º My veil will save it undyeing from his ethernal fire! It's meemly us two, meme,º idoll. Of course it was downright verry
wickredº of him, reelyº meeting me disguised, Bortolo mio, peerfectly appealling, D.V.,º with my lovebirdsº, my
colombinas. Their sinsitives shrinked. Evenº Nettaº and Lindaº our seeyu tities andº they've sin sumtim, tankus! My rillies were liebeneaus, my aftscents
embre.ºº How me adoresº eatsother simply (Mon ishebeau! Ma reinebelle!), in his storm collar, asº
I leaned yestreen from his muskishedº labs,
evenº my little pom got excited, whenº I turned his head on his same manly
bust and kissed him more. Onlyº he might speak to a person, lordº so
picious, taking up my worths ill wrong! May I introduce!º This is my futuous,º lips and looks lovelast.º Stillº me with
you, you poor chilled!º Willº make it upº with motherº
Concepcion and a glorious lie between us,
sweetness, so as not a novene in all the convent loretos, not |shmy littlest one of allsh|, for mercy's sake needº ever know, what passed our lips orº. Yesº sir, we'll will!º Clotheaº wind!º Fee o fie!º Covey us niced! Banshº the dread! Alitten's looking.º Low him lovly.º Make me feel good in the moontime.º It will all take bloss as orangedºº at Stº Audiensº rosan chocolate chapelry with my diamants blickfeast after at minne owned hos for all |shthe catclubºsh| to go cryzy and Father Blesius Mindelsinn will beº beminding handº. Kyrielle elation! Crystal elation! Kyrielle elation! Elation immanse! Sing to us, sing to us, singº to us! Amam!º Soº meme nearestº, languished hister, be free to me!º (I'm |shfadingsh|!) Andº listen, you, youº beauty, esster, I'll be clue to who knows you, pray Magda, Marthe with Luz and Joan, while I lie with warm lisp on the Tolka. (I'm fay!)
— Eusapia! Fais-le, tout-taitº! Languishing hysteria? The clou historique?º How is this at all?º Is dads the thing in such or are tits the that? |shHear we here her first poseproem of suora unto suorash|? Alicious, |shtwinstreams twinestraines,sh| º through alluring glass or alas in jumboland?º Ding dong! Where's your pal in silks alustre? Think of a maiden,º Presentacion. Double her,º Annupciacion. Take your first thoughts away from her,º Immacolacion.º Knock and it shall appall unto you.º Who shone yet shimmers will be e'er scheining. Cluse her, voil her,º hild her hindly. After liryc and themodius soft aglo iris of the vals. This young barlady,º what,º euphemiasly?º Is she having an ambidual act herselfº in apparition with herself as Consuelas to Sonias may?
— |shDis and dat and dese and dose!sh| Yourº crackling out of yourº turn,
my Moonster firefly, like always.º And |sh2º
R.N.sh| and Longhorns Connachtº, stay off my air! You've grabbed the capital and you've |shhad the lion's
shire since 1542sh| but there's |shall the difference in Ireland
betweensh| your borderation, my chatty cove, and me. The leinstrel boy to the wall is gone and there's moreen astoreen for Monn and Conn. With
the tyke's named moke. Doggymens' nimmer win! You last led the first when we last but we'll first trump your last with a lasting. |shJump the
railchairs or take them,º as you please,sh|º but and, sir, myº queskins first,
foxyjack!º Ye've as much skullabogue cheek on you now as would boil a caldron
kalebrose. Did the market missionersº Hayden Wombwell,º when given the raspberry, fine more than sandsteen per cent of chalk in the purity, promptitude and perfection flour of this raw materialist andº less than a seventh pro mile in his meal? We bright young chaps of the brandnew |shbraintrustsh|º are briefed here and |shwith maternal sanctionsh| |shcompellably empanelled at quarter sessions under the six disqualifications for the |shuniformication of young personssh| (Nodding Neutrals) removal actsh| by Committalman Number Underfifteen to know had the peeress of generals,º who have been getting nose moneyº cheap and stirring up the public opinion about private balls with their legs, Misses Mirtha and Merry,º the two dreeper's assistents, had they their service books in order and duly signed J. H. North and Company when discharged from their last situations? Will ye gup and tell the board in the anterim how, inº the name of the three tailors on Tooley Street,º did O'Bejorumsen or Mockmacmahonitch, ex of Butt and Hocksett's, violating the bushel standard, come into awful position of the barrel of bellywash? And why,º is it any harm to ask,º was this hackney man in the coombe, a papersalor with a whiteluke to him, Fauxfitzhuorson,º collected from Manofisle, carrying his ark, |shofº eggshaped fuselagesh| andº |shmade in Fredborgsh| into the bullgine,º across his back when he might have been settingº on his jonass insideº like a Glassthure cabman? Where were the doughboys,ºº three by nombres, won in ziel, cavehill exers or hearts of steel,º Hansen, Morfydd and O'Dyar, V.D.,º with their glenagearriesº directing their steps according to the |shR.U.C'sºsh| liaison officer,º with their trench ulcers open and their hands in their pockets,º contrary to military rules,º when confronted with his lifesize obstruction? When did he live off rooking the pooro and how didº start pfuffpfaffing at his Paterson and Hellicott's? Is it a factual fact, |shproved up to scabsteethshiltºsh|, that this fancydress nordic in shaved lamb breeches, child's kilts, bibby buntingsº and wellingtonsº, with club, torc and headdress, preholder of the Bar Ptolomei, is coownerº of a hengster's circus near North Great Denmark Street (|shincidentally, it's the most unjoyable show going the province and I'm taking the youngsters
there Saturday first when it's halfprice naturals night to see the fallensicknersº aping the buckleybackers and the blind to two worlds taking off the deffydowndummiessh|) and the shamshemshowman hasº been complaining to the police barracks and applying for an order of certiorariº andº crying out something |shvilesh| about him being molested, afterº him having triplets,º by offers of vacancies from females in this cityº neighing after the man and his outstanding attraction ever since they seen his X rayº picture turned out in wealthy red in the sabbath sheets? Was it him that suborned that surdumutual sonº of his, a litterydistributer in Saint Patrick's Lavatory, to turn a Roman and leave the chayr and gout in his bare balbriggans, the sweep, and buy the usual jar of porter at the Morgue and Cruses and set it down before the wife with her fireman's halmet on her, bidding her mine the hoose, the strumpet, while him and his lagenloves were rampaging the roads inº all their paroply under the noses of the Heliopolitan constabulary?º |shCan you beat itsh|? Prepare the way!º Where's that gendarm auxiliar,º arianautic sappertillery, that reported on the whole hoodlum,º relying on his morse-erse wordybook and the truncheinº up his tail? Roof Seckesign van der Deckel and get her story from him!º Recall Sickerson, the lizzyboy!ºº Seckersen, magnon of Errick.º Sackerson! |shHookup!sh|º
— Huntº her orchid! Gobº and he found it on herº right enough! |shWith her shoes upon his shoulders, 'twas most trying to beholders when he upped their frullatullepleats with our warning.sh| A disgrace to the homely protestant religion! Bloody old preadamite with his twohandled umberella! Trust me to spy on me own spew.º
— Wallpurgies! And it's this's your deified city? |shNorgansonºsh|? And it's we's to pray for Bigmesser's conversions? Call Kitty the Beads, the Mandame |shof Tipknock Castlesh|! Letº succuba |shsuccumbsh|, |shthe improvable his wealth made possiblesh|! He's cookinghagar |shthat rost her prayer to him uponº the top of the stairssh|. She's deep, that one.
— A farternoiser for his tuckish armenities. |shOuhr Formerº
who erred in havingº down toº gibbous disdag our darling breed.sh| And then the confisieur for the boob's indulligence. As sunctioned for his salmenbog by the Councillors-om-Trent. Pave Pannem at his gaiter's bronze.º Nummer half dreads Log Laughty. Master's gunne he warrs the bedst. I messaged his dilltoyds sausepander mussels on the kisschen table. With my ironing duck through his rollpins of gansyfett, do dodo doughdy dough, till he was braising red in the toastface with lovensoft eyebulbs and his kiddledrum steeming and rattling like the roasties in my mockamill. I awed to have scourched his Abarm's brack for him. For the loaf of Obadiah,º take your pastryart's noas out of me flouer bouckuet.º Of the strainger scene you given squeezers to me skillet! As cream of the hearth thou reinethst alhome. His lapper and libbers was glue goulewed as he sizzled there watching me lautterick's pitcher by Wexford-Atelier as Katty and Lanner, the refined souprette, with my bust alla brooche and the padbun under my matelote, showing my jigotty sleeves and all my new toulong touloosies. Whisk! There's me shims and here's me hams and this is me juppettes, gause be the meter.º Whisk! What's this? Whisk! And that? He never cotched finer, balay me, at Romiolo Frullini's flea pantamine out of Griddle-the-Sink or Shusies-with-her-Soles-Up or La Sauzerelly, the puciebootsº, when I started so hobmop ladlelike, highty tighty, to kick the time off the cluckclock lucklock quamquam camcam potapot panapan kickakickkack. Hairhorehounds, shake up pfortner. Fuddling fun for Fullacan's sake.º
— All halt! Sponsor programme and close down. That's enough,
|shgenralsh|, of finicking about Finnegan and fiddling with his faddles.º
|shA final ballotsh|, guvnor,
|shto remove all doubt.sh| By sylph and salamander and all the trolls and tritons,º I mean to
|shtop her drivesh| and to tip the tap ofº this,
atº last. His thoughts that wouldbe words, his livings that havebeen deeds. And will too,º by |shthe
holysh| child of Coole, |shprimapatriock of the archsee,sh| if I have
at first to down every mask in Trancenania from Terreterry's Hole to Stutterers' Corner to find that Yokeoff his letter, this Yokan his dahet.ºº
Passº the jousters of the king, the Kovnor-Journal and
eirenarch's custos himself no less, |shtheº meg of megs, withº the Carrison old gangsh|!º Off with your persians! Search ye the Finn!º |shThe sinder's under shriving sheet.sh| Fa Fe Fi Fo Fum! Ho, croak, evildoer! Arise, sir ghostus! As long as you've lived there'll be no other. Doff!