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    riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend

of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to

Howth Castle and Environs.

    Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-

core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy

isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor

had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse

to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper

all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to

tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a

kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in

vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a

peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory

end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.

    The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-

ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-

nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later

on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the

offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,

erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends

an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:

and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park

where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-

linsfirst loved livvy. 

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    What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-

gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu

Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still

out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-

pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie 

Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!

Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-

killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired 

and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-

solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng 

voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the

duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and

body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of

soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks

of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if

you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the

pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

    Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-

rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-

back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers

or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely 

struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere

he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-

er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so

that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)

and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-

fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the

banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie

ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part

inher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in

grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like

Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab-

les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the

liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days

to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth 

of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from 

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next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-

titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and

with larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter-

ing down.

    Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos-

laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with

ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.

His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.

Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister

Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and,

O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha,

Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!

    What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersday

this municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness 

to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive

ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims that

would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of

heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-

tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and

before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and

at the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nabir is better than wink

to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing 

bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-

bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She

has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the

dreamydeary. Heed! Heed! It may half been a missfired brick, as

some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back

promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-

sand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe 

ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls-

rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers,

autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-

phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods 

and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and

the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-

rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his 

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blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-

busses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies

snooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and the

hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,

homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud

murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may 

and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warn-

ing Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did

shake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-

tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,

mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For

whole the world to see.

    Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie?

of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's

chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in

their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of

ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers 

and raiders and cinemen too. And the all gianed in with the shout-

most shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.

To the continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's

extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening.

Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is

Priam Olim! 'Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen 

his pillowscone, tap up his bier! E'erawhere in this whorl would ye

hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty 

fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips 

of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head.

Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O!

    Hurrah, there is but young gleve for the owl globe wheels in

view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Him a being

so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee

peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought, platterplate.

Hum! From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath

or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the

bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a

horn!) from fiord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him

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rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvy-

long night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells,

her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him.

With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins about all

them inns and ouses. Tilling a teel of a tum, telling a toll of a tea-

ry turty Taubling. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs 

a gross if we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the

kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down

but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Fin-

foefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpan-

try's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle?

A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But,

lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through

that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for

he is noewhemoe. Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene.

Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Ag-

apemonides, he is smoltenin our mist, woebecanned and packt

away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and

goodridhirring.

    Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined a-

slumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout-

ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on. Hiccubat 

edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters,

reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint of mines or beggar a

pinnyweight. Arrah, sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny, or, we

mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid

piddle med puddle, she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh!

Brontolone slaaps, yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple

Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu-

thner in yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass,

stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the maga-

zine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her sisterin shawl.

While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty, ollol-

lowed ill! bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk the

ombushes, the site of the lyffing-in-wait of the upjock and hock-

ums. Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is

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enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national

museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful water-

loose country and the two quitewhite villagettes who hear show

of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees!

Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and

the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Redismembers invalids of old

guard find poussepousse pousseypram to sate the sort of their butt.

For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the mistress Kathe. Tip.

    This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in!

Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is a Prooshi-

ous gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshi-

ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of

the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang

the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your

pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of

Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his

same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter Wil-

lingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed

dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's gharters 

and his bangkok's best and goliar's goloshes and his pullupon-

easyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three

lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an

inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stoop-

ing. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. A

Gallawghurs argaumunt. This is the petty lipoleum boy that

was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuo-

mush. Dirty MacDyke. And Hairy O'Hurry. All of them

arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel,

this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the

crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums.

This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their

handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides

the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is

a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big

Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides

on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This

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is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most Awful

Grimmest Sunshat Cromwelly. Looted. This is the jinnies' hast-

ings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin

red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw!

Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugact-

ing. Nap. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the

Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agincourting

all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto

the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This

is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a

ball up his ear to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hur-

old dispitchback. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me

Belchum. Salamangra! Ayi, ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou!

Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of

Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me Belchum in

his twelvemile cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost,

footing the camp for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's

as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Roo-

shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon

Futter with the popynose. After his hundred days' indulgence.

This is the blessed. Tarra's widdars! This is jinnies in the bonny 

bawn blooches. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the

Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre!

(Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the

solphereens in action, this is their mobbily, this is panickburns.

Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum!

Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat

strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster-

lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip-

py trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip. This is me Bel-

chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in

the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the

marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the

Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy-

Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam-

bariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest 

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of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from

his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone

is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel-

lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willing-

done. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy.

This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the

hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the

half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle

filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob.

This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums

up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip. That was

the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white

harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp, waggling his tailoscrupp

with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see-

boy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!) This is the seeboy,

madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone:

Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable

ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin.

Basucker youstead! This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole

of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the

back of his big wide harse. Tip (Bullseye! Game!) How Copen-

hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan

out.

    Phew!

    What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the

airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for

the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month

and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And num-

mered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too! The wa-

grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted

knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there's that

gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle,

wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle,

helfalittle, pelfalittle gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields!

Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside

him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.

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The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de

baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail,

'tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when

Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom-

cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv!

Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme-

rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does

hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now,

she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother,

a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows

in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging

its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking

there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh,

militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the

minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest

childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we

sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to

pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled

goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy

spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps,

keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with

bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of

shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson

of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and

ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that

come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw

(that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross.

Undo lives 'end. Slain.

    How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore-

bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti-

cals so as to will make us all lordyheirs and ladymaidesses of a

pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and

laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with

a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so

solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may

rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture)

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for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life-

work leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young

wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth

behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while

Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what? with

a grin says she. And we all like a marriedann because she is mer-

cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation

(floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an eyebush on this glau-

brous phace of Herrschuft Whatarwelter she'll loan a vesta and

hire some peat and sarch the shores her cockles to heat and she'll

do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the

blaziness on. Poffpoff. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty

times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand

remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn-

him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a

turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight

of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin.

    Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy,

fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review

of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else-

where, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collines,

sitton aroont, scentbreeched ant somepotreek, in their swisha-

wish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's Folly,

at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stand up, mickos!

Make strake for minnas! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see

and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off

Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the bergagambols

of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the country-

bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its

several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each

harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's

on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all

there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve

and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like

kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg

of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this

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sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen.

Royally? One sovereign punned to petery pence. Regally? The

silence speaks the scene. Fake!

    So This Is Dyoublong?

    Hush! Caution! Echoland!

    How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the outwashed 

engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his

innkempt house. Used they? (I am sure that tiring chabelshovel-

ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I

say, the remains of the outworn gravemure where used to be

blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only pre-

tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed

lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) It is well known. Lokk for himself and

see the old butte new. Dbln. W. K. O. O. Hear? By the mauso-

lime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fum-

fum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's

magic lyer. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening

for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord

shall be theirs for ollaves.

    Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius 

in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book

in baile's annals, f. t. in Dyffinarsky ne'er sall fail tilheathersmoke

and cloudweed Eire's ile sall pall. And here now they are, the fear

of um. T. Totities! Unum. (Adar.) A bulbenboss surmounted up-

on an alderman. Ay, ay! Duum. (Nizam.) A shoe on a puir old

wobban. Ah, ho! Triom. (Tamuz.) An auburn mayde, o'brine

a'bride, to be desarted. Adear, adear! Quodlibus. (Marchessvan.) A

penn no weightier nor a polepost. And so. And all. (Succoth.)

    So, how idlers' wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with

anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves of the living in the boke

of the deeds, annals of themselves timing the cycles of events

grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass how.

    1132 A.D. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot 

hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ub-

lanium.

    566 A.D. On Baalfire's night of this year after deluge a crone that

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hadde a wickered Kish for to hale dead turves from the bog look-

it under the blay of her Kish as she ran for to sothisfeige her cow-

rieosity and be me sawl but she found hersell sackvulle of swart

goody quickenshoon and small illigant brogues, so rich in sweat.

Blurry works at Hurdlesford.

                                             (Silent.)

    566 A.D. At this time it fell out that a brazenlockt damsel grieved 

(sobralasolas!) because that Puppette her minion was ravisht of her

by the ogre Puropeus Pious. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh-

bally.

    1132. A.D. Two sons at an hour were born until a goodman 

and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas.

Primas was a santryman and drilled all decent people. Caddy

went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for

Dublin.

    Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between antedilu-

vious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his

scroll. The billy flood rose or an elk charged him or the sultrup

worldwright from the excelsissimost empyrean (bolt, in sum)

earthspake or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du-

ran. A scribicide then and there is led off under old's code with

some fine covered by six marks or ninepins in metalmen for the

sake of his labour's dross while it will be only now and again in

our rear of o'er era, as an upshoot of military and civil engage-

ments, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking that

same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his

neighbour's safe.

    Now after all that farfatch'd and peragrine or dingnant or clere 

lift we our ears, eyes of the darkness, from the tome of Liber Li-

vidus and, (toh!), how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes

and gloamering glades, selfstretches afore us our fredeland's plain!

Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies with his crook; young pric-

ket by pricket's sister nibbleth on returned viridities; amaid her

rocking grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness; skyup is of ever-

grey. Thus, too, for donkey's years. Since the bouts of Hebear

and Hairyman the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun,

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the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have

pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights,

the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygeyed the mayvalleys

of Knockmaroon, and, though for rings round them, during a

chiliad of perihelygangs, the Formoreans have brittled the too-

ath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Fire-

bugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevan-

ses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City (Year!

Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing buttonholes have quad-

rilled across the centuries and whiff now whafft to us, fresh and

made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho.

    The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium

hold them!) they were and went; thigging thugs were and hou-

hnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool

fiansees. Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the

blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry

piggy?: and the duncledames have countered with the hellish fel-

lows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they

fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And

still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the

field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!:

and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush! Well may they

wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as

old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn't

it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers that shimmy

and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety!

Flippety! Fleapow!

    Hop!

    In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a

parth a lone who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid

hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot. He hath locktoes, this short-

shins, and, Obeold that's pectoral, his mammamuscles most

mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain

pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep

fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it junipery or febrew-

ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and

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froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich-

indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of

slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil-

lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered

women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller-

day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty an-

glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute.

Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea-

ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.

    Jute.      Yutah!

    Mutt.      Mukk's pleasurad.

    Jute.      Are you jeff?

    Mutt.      Somehards.

    Jute.      But you are not jeffmute?

    Mutt.      Noho. Only an utterer.

    Jute.      Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?

    Mutt.      I became a stun a stummer.

    Jute.      What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How,

                 Mutt?

    Mutt.      Aput the buttle, surd.

    Jute.      Whose poddle? Wherein?

    Mutt.      The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.

    Jute.      You that side your voise are almost inedible to me.

                 Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were

                 you.

    Mutt.      Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru

                  Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I

                  rimimirim!

    Jute.      One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all

                 your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here

                 have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good

                 for you.

    Mutt.      Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel-

                  lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy 

                  faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy!

                  He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here

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                 where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis-

                 sers moony, Minnikin passe.

    Jute.      Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory-

                 shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba-

                 ges on to soil here.

    Mutt.      Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a

                  riverpool.

    Jute.      Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like?

    Mutt.      Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum

                  rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn,

                  with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton

                  on, did Brian d' of Linn.

    Jute.      Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly

                 forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat-

                 what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um-

                 scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.

    Mutt.      Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dunblink 

                  roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde 

                  ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone 

                  to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where

                  wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of

                  signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to

                  whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr.

                  Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering 

                  rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence:

                  hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of

                  livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as

                  flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of 

                  whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges 

                  to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize!

    Jute.      'Stench!

    Mutt.      Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an'

                  everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great-

                  grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig,

                  drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound

                  seemetery which iz leebez luv.

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    Jute.      'Zmorde!

    Mutt.      Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des-

                  pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup 

                  them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust 

                  and being humus the same roturns. He who runes 

                  may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle,

                  crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum-

                  blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in

                  your whisht!

    Jute.      Whysht?

    Mutt.      The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.

    Jute.      Howe?

    Mutt.      Here is viceking's graab.

    Jute.      Hwaad!

    Mutt.      Ore you astoneaged, jute you?

    Jute.      Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud.

    (Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios 

of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since

We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told

of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They

lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is

given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and

again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds

walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that

knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that

convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that

adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en-

tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his

navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively-

onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt,

an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at

all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht.

Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and

arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for

a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the

waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ace to ace! When a

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part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an

allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of

quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make

the tomtummy's pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these

rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha,

whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that's thuck in its thoil like thum-

fool's thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it

all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kim-

mells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets' eegs

(O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now

quite epsilene, and oldwolldy wobblewers, haudworth a wipe o

grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is

sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular

Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the

cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip-

pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them

pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats-

thats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the

same balifuson. Racketeers and bottloggers.

    Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise. One by one place one

be three dittoh and one before. Two nursus one make a plaus-

ible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boaboa and three-

legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their

mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight of liberorumqueue

to con an we can till allhorrors eve. What a meanderthalltale to

unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and anntisquattor

and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be every tim, nick

and larry of us, sons of the sod, sons, littlesons, yea and lealittle-

sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters

of Nan! Accusative ahnsire! Damadam to infinities!

    True there was in nillohs dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer

in the waste, and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies

to let flee. All was of ancientry. You gave me a boot (signs on