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     Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the

mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed land-

shape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, 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, evenso

languishing as the princeliest treble treacle or lichee chewchow

purse could buy. Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!)

what helpings of honeyful swoothead (phew!), which ear-

piercing dulcitude! As were you suppose to go and push with

your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his fleshasplush cushionettes

of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah!

    When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the

home fires burning, so on the churring call themselves came at

him, from the westborders of the eastmidlands, three kings of

three suits and a crowner, from all their cardinal parts, along

the amber way where Brosna's furzy. To lift them they did,

senators four, by the first quaint skreek of the gloaming and

they hopped it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes

of old times gone by of the days not worth remembering;

inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a sevenply

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sweat of night blues moist upon them. Feefee! phopho!!

foorchtha!!! aggala!!!! jeeshee!!!!! paloola!!!!!! ooridiminy!!!!!!!

Afeared themselves were to wonder at 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 never-

theless in Owenmore's five quarters. There would he lay till

they would him descry, spancelled down upon a blossomy bed, at

one foule stretch, 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 pulp

of him, the seamless rainbowpeel. Aggala!!!! His bellyvoid of

nebulose with his neverstop navel. Paloola!!!!!! And his veins

shooting melanite phosphor, his creamtocustard cometshair and

his asteroid knuckles, ribs and members. Ooridiminy!!!!!!! His

electrolatiginous twisted entrails belt.

    Those four claymen clomb together to hold their sworn star-

chamber quiry on him. For he was ever their quarrel, the way

they would see themselves, everybug his bodiment atop of

annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two

of his morning. Up to the esker ridge it was, Mallinger parish, to a

mead that was not far, the son's rest. First klettered Shanator

Gregory, seeking spoor through the deep timefield, Shanator

Lyons, trailing the wavy line of his partition footsteps (some-

thing in his blisters was telling him all along how he had

been in that place one time), then his Recordership, Dr Shuna-

dure Tarpey, caperchasing after honourable sleep, hot on to the

aniseed and, up out of his prompt corner, old Shunny MacShunny,

MacDougal the hiker, in the rere of them on the run, to make a

quorum. Roping their ass he was, their skygrey globetrotter,

by way of an afterthought and by no means legless either for

such sprouts on him they were that much oneven it was tumbling

he was 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

 

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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, how

and ever, that he proxtended aloof upon the ether Mesmer's

Manuum, the hand making silence. The buckos beyond on the lea,

then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way

they set ward about him, doing obedience, nod, bend, bow and

curtsey, like the watchers of Prospect, upholding their broad-

awake prober's hats on their firrum heads, the travelling court on

its findings circuiting that personer in his fallen. And a crack quat-

youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psy-

chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and

clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was

the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots. And,

what do you think, who should be laying there above all other

persons 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 beauty all surrounded, the poser, or for whatall I

know like Lord Lumen, coaching his preferred constellations in

faith and doctrine, for old Matt Gregory, 'tis he had the starmenag-

erie, Marcus Lyons and Lucas Metcalfe Tarpey and the mack

that never forgave the ass that lurked behind him, Jonny na

Hossaleen.

    More than their good share of their five senses ensorcelled

you would say themselves were, fuming censor, the way they

could not rightly tell their heels from their stools 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, to play tops or kites or hoops or marbles,

curchycurchy, gawking on him, for the issuance of his pnum and

softnoising one of them to another one, the boguaqueesthers.

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And it is what they began to say to him tetrahedrally then, the

masters, what way was he.

    — He's giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived.

    — Yerra, why dat, my leader?

    — Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah?

    — Or his wind's from the wrong cut, says Ned of the Hill.

    — Lesten!

    — Why so and speak up, do you hear me, you sir?

    — Or he's rehearsing somewan's funeral.

    — Whisht outathat! Hubba's up!

    And as they were spreading abroad on their octopuds their

drifter nets, the chromous gleamy seiners' nets and, no lie, there was

word of assonance being softspoken among those quartermasters.

    — Get busy, kid!

    — Chirpy, come now!

    — The present hospices is a good time.

    — I'll take on that chap.

    For 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, 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, so it was, slipping beauty,

how they would be meshing that way, when he rose to it, with

the planckton at play about him, the quivers of scaly silver and

their clutches of chromes of the highly lucid spanishing gold

whilst, as hour gave way to mazing hour, with Yawn himself

keeping time with his thripthongue, to ope his blurbeous lips he

would, a let out classy, the way myrrh of the moor and molten

moonmist would be melding mellifond indo his mouth.

    — Y?

    — Before You!

    — Ecko! How sweet thee answer makes! Afterwheres? In the

land of lions' odor?

    — Friends! First if yu don't mind. Name yur historical grouns.

    — This same prehistoric barrow 'tis, the orangery.

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    — I see. Very good now. It is in your orangery, I take it, you

have your letters. Can you hear here me, you sir?

    — Throsends. For my darling. Typette!

    — So long aforetime? Can you hear better?

    — Millions. For godsends. For my darling dearling one.

    — Now, to come nearer zone; I would like to raise my

deuterous point audibly touching this. There is this maggers.

I am told by our interpreter, Hanner Esellus, that there are fully

six hundred and six ragwords in your malherbal Magis lande-

guage in which wald wand rimes alpman and there is resin in all

roots for monarch but yav hace not one pronouncable teerm that

blows in all the vallums of tartallaght to signify majestate, even

provisionally, nor no rheda rhoda or torpentine path or halluci-

nian via nor aurellian gape nor sunkin rut nor grossgrown trek

nor crimeslaved cruxway and no moorhens cry or mooner's

plankgang there to lead us to hopenhaven. Is such the unde deri-

vatur casematter messio! Frankly. Magis megis enerretur mynus

hoc intelligow.

    — How? C'est mal prononsable, tartagliano, perfrances. Vous

n'avez pas d'o dans votre boche provenciale, mousoo. Je m'in-

cline mais Moy jay trouvay la clee dang les champs. Hay sham nap

poddy velour, come on!

    — Hep there! Commong, sa na pa de valure? Whu's teit dans

yur jambs? Whur's that inclining and talkin about the messiah

so cloover? A true's to your trefling! Whure yu!

    — Trinathan partnick dieudonnay. Have you seen her?

Typette, my tactile O!

    — Are you in your fatherick, lonely one?

    — The same. Three persons. Have you seen my darling only

one? I am sohohold!

    — What are yu shevering about, ultramontane, like a houn?

Is there cold on ye, doraphobian? Or do yu want yur primafairy

schoolmam?

    — The woods of fogloot! O mis padredges!

    — Whisht awhile, greyleg! The duck is rising and you'll wake

that stand of plover. I know that place better than anyone. Sure,

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I used to be always overthere on the fourth day at my grand-

mother's place, Tear-nan-Ogre, my little grey home in the west,

in or about Mayo when the long dog gave tongue and they

coursing the marches and they straining at the leash. Tortoise-

shell for a guineagould! Burb! Burb! Burb! Follow me up

Tucurlugh! That's the place for the claire oysters, Polldoody,

County Conway. I never knew how rich I was like another story in

the zoedone of the zephyros, strolling and strolling, carrying my

dragoman, Meads Marvel, thass withumpronouceable tail, along

the shore. Do you know my cousin, Mr Jasper Dougal that

keeps the Anchor on the Mountain, the parson's son, Jasper of

the Tuns, Pat Whateveryournameis?

    — Dood and I dood. The wolves of Fochlut! By Whydoyou-

callme? Do not flingamejig to the twolves!

    — Turcafiera amd that's a good wan right enough! Wooluvs

no less!

    — One moment now, if I foreshorten the bloss on your

bleather. Encroachement spells erosion. Dunlin and turnstone

augur us where, how and when best as to burial of carcass, fuse-

lage of dump and committal of noisance. But, since you invocate

austers for the trailing of vixens, I would like to send a cormo-

rant around this blue lagoon. 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 plague-

burrow, as you seem to call it, there was a burialbattell, the boat

of millions of years. Would you bear me out in that, relatively

speaking, with her jackstaff jerking at her pennyladders, why

not, and sizing a fair sail, knowest thout the kind? The Pourquoi

Pas, bound for Weissduwasland, that fourmaster barquentine,

Webster says, our ship that ne're returned. The Frenchman, I say,

was an orangeboat. He is a boat. You see him. The both how

you see is they! Draken af Danemork! Sacked it or ate it? What!

Hennu! Spake ab laut!

    — Couch, cortege, ringbarrow, dungcairn. Beseek the runes

and see the longurn! Allmaun away when you hear the gang-

horn. And meet Nautsen. Ess Ess. O ess. Warum night! Con-

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ning two lay payees. Norsker. Her raven flag was out, the

slaver. I trow pon good, jordan's scaper, good's barnet and

trustyman. Crouch low, you pigeons three! Say, call that girl with

the tan tress awn! Call Wolfhound! Wolf of the sea. Folchu!

Folchu!

    — Very good now. That folklore's straight from the ass his

mouth. I will crusade on with the parent ship, weather prophet-

ting, far away from those green hills, a station, Ireton tells me,

bonofide for keeltappers, now to come to the midnight middy

on this levantine ponenter. From Daneland sailed the oxeyed

man, now mark well what I say.

    — Magnus Spadebeard, korsets krosser, welsher perfyddye.

A destroyer in our port. Signed to me with his baling scoop. Laid

bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle me. Ecce Hagios

Chrisman!

    — Oh, Jeyses, fluid! says the poisoned well. Futtfishy the

First. Hootchcopper's enkel at the navel manuvres!

    — Hep! Hello there, Bill of old Bailey! Whu's he? Whu's

this lad, why the pups?

    — Hunkalus Childared Easterheld. It's his lost chance,

Emania Ware him well.

    — Hey! Did you dream you were ating your own tripe,

acushla, that you tied yourself up that wrynecky fix?

    — 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 milky at their lyceum, couard, while you

learned, volp volp, to howl yourself wolfwise. Dyb! Dyb! Do

your best.

    — I am dob dob dobbling like old Booth's, courteous. The

cubs are after me, it zeebs, the whole totem pack, vuk vuk and

vuk vuk to them, for Robinson's shield.

    — Scents and gouspils! The animal jangs again! Find the

fingall harriers! Here howl me wiseacre's hat till I die of the

milkman's lupus!

    — What? Wolfgang? Whoah! Talk very slowe!

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    — Hail him heathen, heal him holystone!

    Courser, Recourser, Changechild ..............?

    Eld es endall, earth .....................?

    — A cataleptic mithyphallic! Was this Totem Fulcrum Est

Ancestor yu hald in Dies Eirae where no spider webbeth or

Anno Mundi ere bawds plied in Skiffstrait? Be fair, Chris!

    — Dream. Ona nonday I sleep. I dreamt of a somday. Of a

wonday I shall wake. Ah! May he have now of here fearfilled

me! Sinflowed, O sinflowed! Fia! Fia! Befurcht christ!

    — I have your tristich now; it recurs in three times the same

differently (there is such a fui fui story which obtains of him):

comming nown from the asphalt to the concrete, from the human

historic brute, Finnsen Faynean, occeanyclived, to this same

vulganized hillsir from yours, Mr Tupling Toun of Morning

de Heights, with his lavast flow and his rambling undergroands,

would he reoccur Ad Horam, as old Romeo Rogers, in city or

county, and your sure ob, or by, with or from an urb, of you

know the differenciabus, as brauchbarred in apabhramsa, 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, I am advised

he might in a sense be both nevertheless, every at man like my-

self, suffix it to say, Abrahamsk and Brookbear! By him it was

done bapka, by me it was gone into, to whom it will beblive,

Mushame, Mushame! I am afraid you could not heave ahore one

of your own old stepstones, barnabarnabarn, over a stumble-

down wall here in Huddlestown to this classic Noctuber night

but itandthey woule binge, much as vecious, off the dosshouse

back of a racerider in his truetoflesh colours, either handicapped

on her flat or barely repeating himself. That is a tiptip tim oldy

faher now the 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, fuč fuč Petries and violet ice (I am yam, as Me

and Tam Tower used to jagger pemmer it, over at the house of

 

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Eddy's Christy, meaning Dodgfather, Dodgson and Coo) and

spiriduous sanction!

    — Breeze softly. Aures are aureas. Hau's his naun?

    — Me das has or oreils. Piercey, piercey, piercey, piercey!

    — White eyeluscious and muddyhorsebroth! Pig Pursyriley!

But where do we get off, chiseller?

    — Haltstille, Lucas and Dublinn! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva!

Vulva!

    — Macdougal, Atlantic City, or his onagrass that is, chuam

and coughan! I would go near identifying you from your stavro-

tides, Jong of Maho, and the weslarias round your yokohahat.

And that O'mulanchonry plucher you have from the worst

curst of Ireland, Glwlwd of the Mghtwg Grwpp, is no use to

you either, Johnny my donkeyschott. Number four, fix up your

spreadeagle and pull your weight!

    — Hooshin hom to our regional's hin and the gander of

Hayden. Would ye ken a young stepschuler of psychical chiro-

graphy, the name of Keven, or (let outers pray) Evan Vaughan,

of his Posthorn in the High Street, that was shooing a Guiney

gagag, Poulepinter, that found the dogumen number one, I

would suggest, an illegible downfumbed by an unelgible?

    — If I do know sinted sageness? Sometimes he would keep

silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and clasp his forehead and

during the time he would be thinking to himself and he would

not mind anybody who would be talking to him or crying

stinking fish. But I no way need you, stroke oar nor your quick

handles. Your too farfar a cock of the north there, Matty Armagh,

and your due south so.

    — South I see. You're up-in-Leal-Ulster and I'm-free-Down-

in-Easia, this 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, who discovered the raiding there origin-

ally. That's 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, the doctrine obtains, we have occasioning cause caus-

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ing effects and affects occasionally recausing altereffects. Or I

will let me take it upon myself to suggest to twist the penman's

tale posterwise. The gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand is

the hand of Sameas. Shan - Shim - Schung. There is a strong

suspicion on counterfeit Kevin and we all remember ye in child-

hood's reverye. 'Tis the bells of scandal that gave tune to

grumble over him and someone between me and thee. He would

preach to the two turkies and dipdip all the dindians, this master

the abbey, and give gold tidings to all that are in the bonze age

of anteproresurrectionism to entrust their easter neappearance

to Borsaiolini's house of hatcraft. He is our sent on the firm.

Now, have you reasonable hesitancy in your mind about him

after fourpriest redmass or are you in your post? Tell me andat

sans dismay. Leap, pard!

    — Fierappel putting years on me! Nwo, nwo! This bolt in

hand be my worder! I'll see you moved farther, blarneying

Marcantonio! What cans such wretch to say to I or how have My

to doom with him? We were wombful of mischief and initium-

wise, everliking a liked, hairytop on heeltipper, alpybecca's un-

wachsibles, an ikeson am ikeson, that babe, imprincipially, my

leperd brethern, the Puer, ens innocens of but fifteen primes.

Ya all in your kalblionized so trilustriously standing the real

school, to be upright as his match, healtheous as is egg, saviour

so the salt and good wee braod, parallaling buttyr, did I alter-

mobile him to a flare insiding hogsfat. Been ike hins kinder-

gardien? I know not, O cashla, I am sure offed habitand this

undered heaven, meis enfins, contrasting the first mover, that

father I ascend fromming knows, as I think, caused whom I, a

self the sign, came remaining being dwelling ayr, plage and

watford as to I was eltered impostulance possessing my future

state falling towards thrice myself resting the childhide when

I received the habit following Mezienius connecting Mezosius

including was verted embracing a palegrim, circumcised my

hairs, Oh laud, and removed my clothes from patristic motives,

meas minimas culpads! Permitting this ick (ickle coon icoocoon)

crouched low entering humble down, dead thrue mean scato-

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logical past, making so smell partaking myself to confess abiding

clean tumbluponing yous octopods, mouthspeech allno finger-

force, owning my mansuetude before him attaching Audeon's

prostratingwards mine sore accompanying my thrain tropps

offering meye eyesalt, what I (the person whomin I now am) did

not do, how he to say essied anding how he was making errand

andanding how he all locutey sunt, why did you, my sexth best

friend, blabber always you would be so delated to back me, then

ersed irredent, toppling Humphrey hugging Nephew, old begge-

laut, designing such post sitting his night office? Annexing then,

producing Saint Momuluius, you snub around enclosing your

moving motion touching the other catachumens continuing say

providing append of signature quoniam you will celebrand my

dirthdags quoniam, concealed a concealer, I am twosides uppish,

a mockbelief insulant, ending none meer hyber irish. Well, chunk

your dimned chink, before avtokinatown, forasmuch as many

have tooken in hand to, I may as well humbly correct that ves-

pian now in case of temporalities. 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 Harry to the burghmote of Aud Dub. I

teachet you in fair time, my elders, the W.X.Y.Z. and P.Q.R.S. of

legatine powers and you, Ailbey and Ciardeclan, I learn, episcop-

ing me altogether, circumdeditioned me. I brought you from the

loups of Lazary and you have remembered my lapsus langways.

Washywatchywataywatashy! Oirasesheorebukujibun! Wata-

cooshy 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 vouchu to rumanescu. See the leabhour

of my generations! Has not my master, Theophrastius Spheropneu-

maticus, written that the spirit is from the upper circle? I'm of the

ochlocracy with Prestopher Palumbus and Porvus Parrio. Soa

koa Kelly Terry per Chelly Derry lepossette. Ho look at my

jailbrand Exquovis and sequencias High marked on me fake-

similar in the foreign by Pappagallus and Pumpusmugnus:

ahem! Anglicey: Eggs squawfish lean yoe nun feed marecurious.

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Sagart can self laud nilobstant to Lowman Catlick's patrician

morning coat of arms with my High tripenniferry cresta and

caudal mottams: Itch dean: which Gaspey, Otto and Sauer, he

renders: echo stay so! Addressing eat or not eat body Yours

am. And, Mind, praisegad, is the first praisonal Egoname Yod

heard boissboissy in Moy Bog's domesday. Hastan the vista! Or

in alleman: Suck at!

    — Suck it yourself, sugarstick! Misha, Yid think whose was

asking to luckat your sore toe or to taste your gaspy, hot and

sour! Ichthyan! Hegvat tosser! Gags be plebsed! Between his

voyous and her consinnantes! Thugg, Dirke and Hacker with

Rose Lankester and Blanche Yorke! Are we speachin d'anglas

landadge 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 rowly, with me!

What about your thruppenny croucher of an old fellow, me boy,

through the ages, tell us, eh? What about Brian's the Vauntand-

onlieme, Master Monk, eh, eh, Spira in Me Domino, spear me

Doyne! Fat prize the bonafide peachumpidgeonlover, eh, eh,

eh, esquire earwugs, escusado, of Jenkins' Area, with his I've Ivy

under his tangue and the hohallo to his dullaphone, before there

was a sound in the world? How big was his boost friend and be

shanghaied to him? The swaaber! The twicer, trifoaled in Wan-

stable! Loud's curse to him! If you hored him outerly as we

harum lubberintly, from morning rice till nightmale, with his

drums and bones and hums in drones your innereer'd heerdly

heer he. Ho ha hi he hung! Tsing tsing!

    — Me no angly mo, me speakee Yellman's lingas. Nicey Doc

Mistel Lu, please! Me no pigey ludiments all same numpa one

Topside Tellmastoly fella. Me pigey savvy a singasong anothel

time. Pleasie, Mista Lukie Walkie! Josadam cowbelly maam

belongame shepullamealahmalong, begolla, Jackinaboss belonga-

she; plentymuch boohoomeo.

    — Hell's Confucium and the Elements! Tootoo moohootch!

Thot's never the postal cleric, checking chinchin chat with nip-

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ponnippers! Halt there sob story to your lambdad's tale! Are

you roman cawthrick 432?

    — Quadrigue my yoke.

    Triple my tryst.

    Tandem my sire.

    — History as her is harped. Too the toone your owldfrow lied

of. Tantris, hattrick, tryst and parting, by vowelglide! I feel

your thrilljoy mouths overtspeaking, O dragoman, hands under-

studium. Plunger words what paddle verbed. Mere man's mime:

God has jest. The old order changeth and lasts like the first.

Every third man has a chink in his conscience and every other

woman has a jape in her mind. Now, fix on the little fellow in my

eye, Minucius Mandrake, and follow my little psychosinology,

poor armer in slingslang. Now I, the lord of Tuttu, am placing

that inital T square of burial jade upright to your temple a

moment. Do you see anything, templar?

    — I see a blackfrinch pliestrycook . . . who is carrying on

his brainpan . . . a cathedral of lovejelly for his . . . Tiens, how

he is like somebodies!

    — Pious, a pious person. What sound of tistress isoles my

ear? I horizont the same, this serpe with ramshead, and lay it

lightly to your lip a little. What do you feel, liplove?

    — I feel a fine lady . . . floating on a stillstream of

isisglass . . . with gold hair to the bed . . . and white arms to the

twinklers . . . O la la!

    — Purely, in a pure manner. O, sey but swift and still a vain

essaying! Trothed today, trenned tomorrow. I invert the initial

of your tripartite and sign it sternly, and adze to girdle 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. Fairshee fading. Again

am I deliciated by the picaresqueness of your irmages. Now,

the oneir urge iterimpellant, I feel called upon to ask did it

ever occur to you, qua you, prior to this, by a stretch of

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your iberborealic imagination, when it's quicker than this quack-

ing that you might, bar accidens, be very largely substituted in

potential secession from your next life by a complementary char-

acter, voices apart? Upjack! I shudder for your thought! Think!

Put from your mind that and take on trust this. The next word

depends on your answer.

    — I'm thinking to, thogged be thenked! I was just trying to

think when I thought I felt a flea. I might have. I cannot say for

it is of no significance at all. Once or twice when I was in odin-

burgh with my addlefoes, Jake Jones, the handscabby, when I

thinkled I wore trying on my garden substisuit, boy's apert, at

my nexword nighboor's, and maybe more largely nor you

quosh yet you, messmate, realise. A few times, so to shape, I chanced

to be stretching, in the shadow as I thought, the liferight out

of myself in my ericulous imaginating. I felt feeling a half Scotch

and pottage like roung 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, is that the way with you, you craythur? In the becom-

ing was the weared, wontnat! Hood maketh not frere. The voice

is the voice of jokeup, I fear. Are you imitation Roma now or

Amor now. You have all our empathies, eh, Mr Trickpat, if you

don't mind, that is, aside from sings and mush, answering to my

straight question?

    — God save the monk! I won't mind this is, answering to

your strict crossqueets, 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. Out of my name you call me,

Leelander. But in my shelter you'll miss me. When Lapac walks

backwords he's darkest horse in Capalisoot. You knew me once

but you won't know me twice. I am simpliciter arduus, ars of

the schoo, Freeday's child in loving and thieving.

    — My child, know this! Some portion of that answer appears

to have been token by you from the writings of Saint Synodius,

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that first liar. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the

queen, whither the indwellingness of that which shamefieth be

entwined of one or atoned of two. Let us hear, Art simplicissime!

    — Dearly beloved brethren: Bruno and Nola, leymon bogholders

and stationary lifepartners off orangey Saint Nessau Street, were

explaining it avicendas all round each other ere yesterweek out

of Ibn Sen and Ipanzussch. When himupon Nola Bruno mono-

polises his egobruno most unwillingly seses by the mortal powers

alionola equal and opposite brunoipso, id est, eternally provoking

alio opposite equally as provoked as Bruno at being eternally

opposed by Nola. Poor omniboose, singalow singelearum: so

is he!

    — One might hear in their beyond that lionroar in the air

again, the zoohoohoom of Felin make Call. Bruin goes to Noble,

aver who is? If is itsen? Or you mean Nolans but Volans, an

alibi, do you Mutemalice, suffering unegoistically from the singular

but positively enjoying on the plural? Dustify of that sole, you

breather! Ruemember, blither, thou must lie!

    — Oyessoyess! I never dramped of prebeing a postman but

I mean in ostralian someplace, mults deeply belubdead; my

allaboy brother, Negoist Cabler, of this city, whom 'tis better

ne'er to name, my said brother, the skipgod, expulled for

looking at churches from behind, who is sender of the Hullo

Eve Cenograph in prose and worse every Allso's night. High

Brazil Brandan's Deferred, midden Erse clare language, Nought-

noughtnought nein. Assass. Dublire, per Neuropaths. 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 went to his swilters-

land after his lungs, my sad late brother, before his coglionial

expancian? Won't you join me in a small halemerry, a bottle of

the best, for wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen, what though pre-

ferring the stranger, the coughs and the itches and the minnies

and the ratties the opulose and bilgenses, for of his was the

patriots mistaken. The heart that wast our Graw McGree!

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Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding him dead,

and more there be that wait astand. His fuchs up the staires

and the ladgers in his haires, he ought to win that V.V.C.

Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! Would

he were even among the lost! From ours bereft beyond be-

longs. Oremus poor fraternibus that he may yet escape the

gallews and still remain ours faithfully departed. I wronged you.

I never want to see more of bad men but I want to learn from

any on the airse, like Tass with much thanks, here's ditto, if

he lives sameplace in the antipathies of austrasia or anywhere

with my fawngest on his hooshmoney, safe and damned, or

has hopped it or who can throw any lime on the sopjack,

my fond fosther, E. Obiit Nolan, The Workings, N.S.W.,

his condition off the Venerable Jerrybuilt, not belonging to

these parts, who, I remember ham to me, when we were like

bro and sis over our castor and porridge, with his roamin I

suppose, expecting for his clarenx negus, a teetotum abstainer.

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, as we sayed it in our Am-

harican, through the Doubly Telewisher. Outpassed hearts wag

short pertimes. Worndown shoes upon his feet, to whose re-

dress no tongue can tell! In his hands a boot! Spare me, do, a

copper or two and happy I'll hope you'll be! It will pleased

me behind with thanks from before and love to self and all I

remain here your truly friend. I am no scholar but I loved that

man who has africot lupps with the moonshane in his profile,

my shemblable! My freer! I call you my halfbrother because

you in your soberer otiumic moments 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.

    — As you sing it it's a study. That letter selfpenned to one's

other, that neverperfect everplanned?

    — This nonday diary, this allnights newseryreel.

    — My dear sir! In this wireless age any owl rooster can peck

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up bostoons. But whoewaxed he so anquished? Was he vector

victored of victim vexed?

    — Mighty sure! Way way for his wehicul! A parambolator

ram into his bagsmall when he was reading alawd, with two eco-

lites and he's been failing of that kink in his arts over sense.

    — Madonagh and Chiel, idealist leading a double life! But who,

for the brilliance of brothers, is the Nolan as appearant nominally?

    — Mr Nolan is pronuminally Mr Gottgab.

    — I get it. By hearing his thing about a person one begins to

place him for a certain in true. You reeker, he stands pat for

you before a direct object in the feminine. I see. By maiden

sname. Now, I am earnestly asking you, and putting it as

between this yohou and that houmonymh, will just you search

through your gabgut memoirs for all of two minutes for this

impersonating pronolan, fairhead on foulshoulders. Would it be

in twofold truth an untaken mispatriate, too fullfully true and

rereally a doblinganger much about your own medium with a

sandy whiskers? Poke me nabs in the ribs and pick the erstwort

out of his mouth.

    — Treble Stauter of Holy Baggot Street, formerly Sword-

meat, who I surpassed him lately for four and six bringing home

the Christmas, as heavy as music, hand to eyes on the peer for

Noel's Arch, in blessed foster's place is doing the dirty on me

with his tantrums and all these godforgiven kilowatts I'd be

better off without. She's write to him she's levt by me, Jenny

Rediviva! Toot! Detter for you, Mr Nobru. Toot toot! Better for

you, Mr Anol! This is the way we. Of a redtettetterday morning.

    — When your contraman from Tuwarceathay is looking for

righting that is not a good sign? Not?

    — I speak truly, it's a shower sign that it's not.

    — What though it be for the sow of his heart? If even she

were a good pool Pegeen?

    — If she ate your windowsill you wouldn't say sow.

    — Would you be surprised after that my asking have you a

bull, a bosbully, with a whistle in his tail to scare other birds?

    — I would.

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    — Were you with Sindy and Sandy attending Goliath, a bull?

    — You'd make me sag what you like to. I was intending a

funeral. Simply and samply.

    — They are too wise of solbing their silbings?

    — And both croon to the same theme.

    — Tugbag is Baggut's, when a crispin sokolist besoops juts

kamps or clapperclaws an irvingite offthedocks. A luckchange, I

see. Thinking young through the muddleage spread, the moral

fat his mental leans on. We can cop that with our straat that is

called corkscrewed. It would be the finest boulevard billy for a

mile in every direction, from Lismore to Cape Brendan, Patrick's,

if they took the bint out of the mittle of it. You told of a tryst

too, two a tutu. I wonder now, without releasing seeklets of the

alcove, turturs or raabraabs, have I heard mention of whose name

anywhere? Mallowlane or Demaasch? Strike us up either end

Have You Erred off Van Homper or Ebell Teresa Kane.

    — Marak! Marak! Marak!

    He drapped has draraks an Mansianhase parak

    And he had ta barraw tha watarcrass shartclaths aff the ark-

bashap af Yarak!

    — Braudribnob's on the bummel?

    — And lillypets on the lea.

    — A being again in becomings again. From the sallies to

the allies through their central power?

    — Pirce! Perce! Quick! Queck!

    — O Tara's thrush, the sharepusher! And he said he was only

taking the average grass temperature for green Thurdsday, the

blutchy scaliger! Who you know the musselman, his muscle

mum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo Mum! He loves

a drary lane. Feel Phylliscitations to daff Mr Hairwigger who

has just hadded twinned little curls! He was resting between

horrockses' sheets, wailing for white warfare, prooboor welsht-

breton, and unbiassed by the embarrassment of disposal but, the

first woking day, by Thunder, he stepped into the breach and put

on his recriution trousers and riding apron in Baltic Bygrad, the

old soggy, was when the bold bhuoys of Iran wouldn't join up.

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    — How voice you that, nice Sandy man? Not large goodman

is he, Sandy nice. Ask him this one minute upthrow inner lotus

of his burly ear womit he dropped his Bass's to P flat. And for

that he was allaughed? And then baited? The whole gammat?

    — Loonacied! Marterdyed!! Madwakemiherculossed!!! Ju-

dascessed!!!! Pairaskivvymenassed!!!!! Luredogged!!!!!! And,

needatellye, faulscrescendied!!!!!!!

    — Dias domnas! Dolled to dolthood? And Annie Delittle,

his daintree diva, in deltic dwilights, singing him henpecked rusish

through the bars? My Wolossay's wild as the Crasnian Sea!

Grabashag, groogy, scoop and I'll cure ye! Mother of emeralds,

ara poog neighbours!

    — Capilla, Rubrilla and Melcamomilla! Dauby, dauby, with-

out dulay! Well, I beg to traverse same above statement by saxy

luters in their back haul of Coalcutter what reflects upon my

administrants of slow poisoning as my dodear devere revered

mainhirr was confined to guardroom, I hindustand, by my pint

of his Filthered pilsens bottle due to Zenaphiah Holwell, H and

J. C. S, Which I was bringing up my quee parapotacarry's orders

in my sedown chair with my mudfacepacket from my cash

chemist and family drugger, Surager Dowling, V.S. to our aural

surgeon, Afamado Hairductor Achmed Borumborad, M.A.C.A,

Sahib, of a 1001 Ombrilla Street, Syringa padham, Alleypulley, to

see what was my watergood, my mesical wasserguss, for repairs

done by bollworm in the rere of pilch knickers, seven yerds to

his galandhar pole on perch, together with his for me unfillable

slopper, property of my deeply forfear revebereared, who is costing

us mostfortunes which I am writing in mepetition to Kavanagh

Djanaral, when he was sitting him humpbacked in dryfilthy-

heat to his trinidads pinslers at their orpentings, entailing a

laxative tendency to mary, especially with him being forbidden

fruit and certified by his sexular clergy to have as badazmy

emotional volvular, with a basketful of priesters crossing the

singorgeous to aroint him with tummy moor's maladies, and

thereinafter liable to succumb when served with letters potent

below the belch, if my rupee repure riputed husbandship H.R.R.

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took a brief one in his shirtsails out of the alleged given mineral,

telling me see his in Foraignghistan sambat papers Sunday feac-

tures of a welcomed aperrytiff with vallad of Erill Pearcey O

he never battered one eagle's before paying me his duty on my

annaversary to the parroteyes list in my nil ensemble, in his lazy-

chair but he hidded up my hemifaces in all my mayarannies and

he locked plum into my mirrymouth like Ysamasy morning in

the end of time, with the so light's hope on his ruddycheeks and

rawjaws and, my charmer, whom I dipped my hand in, he simply

showed me his propendiculous loadpoker, Seaserpents hisses

sissastones, which was as then is produced in his mansway by

this wisest of the Vikramadityationists, with the remere remind

remure remark, in his gulughurutty: Yran for parasites with rum

for the turkeycockeys so Lithia, M.D., as this is for Snooker,

bort!

    — Which was said by whem to whom?

    — It wham. But whim I can't whumember.

    — Fantasy! funtasy on fantasy, amnaes fintasies! And there is

nihil nuder under the clothing moon. When Ota, weewahrwificle

of Torquells, bumpsed her dumpsydiddle down in her woolsark

she mode our heuteyleutey girlery of peerlesses to set up in all

their bombossities of feudal fiertey, fanned, flounced and frangi-

panned, while the massstab whereby Ephialtes has exceeded is the

measure, simplex mendaciis, by which our Outis cuts his thruth.

Arkaway now!

    — Yerds and nudes say ayes and noes! Vide! Vide!

    — Let Eivin bemember for Gates of Gold for their fadeless

suns berayed her. Irise, Osirises! 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 seas, Nu-Men, triumphant, sayeth: 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,

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I to hear from your strawnummical modesty! Yes, there was

that skew arch of chrome sweet home, floodlit up above the

flabberghosted farmament and bump where the camel got the

needle. Talk about iridecencies! Ruby and beryl and chrysolite,

jade, sapphire, jasper and lazul.

    — Orca Bellona! Heavencry at earthcall, etnat athos? Extinct

your vulcanology for the lava of Moltens!

    — It's you not me's in erupting, hecklar!

    — Ophiuchus being visible above thorizon, muliercula oc-

cluded by Satarn's serpent ring system, the pisciolinnies Nova

Ardonis and Prisca Parthenopea, are a bonnies feature in the

northern sky. Ers, Mores and Merkery are surgents below the rim

of the Zenith Part while Arctura, Anatolia, Hesper and Mesembria

weep in their mansions over Noth, Haste, Soot and Waste.

    — Apep and Uachet! Holy snakes, chase me charley, Eva's

got barley under her fluencies! The Ural Mount he's on the

move and he'll quivvy her with his strombolo! Waddlewurst,

the bag of tow, as broad above as he is below! Creeping

through the liongrass and bullsrusshius, the obesendean, before

the Emfang de Maurya's class, in Bill Shasser's Shotshrift writing

academy, camouflaged as a blancmange and maple syrop! Obei-

sance so their sitinins is the follicity of this Orp! Her sheik to

Slave, his dick to Dave and the fat of the land to Guygas. The

treadmill pebbledropper haha halfahead overground and she'd

only chitschats in her spanking bee bonetry, Allapolloosa! Up the

slanger! Three cheers and a heva heva for the name Dan Magraw!

    — The giant sun is in his emanence but which is chief of those

white dwarfees of which he ever is surabanded? And do you think

I might have being his seventh! He will kitssle me on melbaw.

What about his age? says you. What about it? says I. I will

confess to his sins and blush me further. I would misdemean to

rebuke to the libels of snots from the fleshambles, the canalles.

Synamite is too good for them. Two overthirties in shore shor-

ties. 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

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plais. The said Sully, a barracker associated with tinkers, the

blackhand, Shovellyvans, wreuter of annoyimgmost letters and

skirriless ballets in Parsee Franch who is Magrath's thug and

smells cheaply of Power's spirits, like a deepsea dibbler, and he is

not fit enough to throw guts down to a bear. Sylphling me

when is a maid nought a maid he would go to anyposs length

for her! So long, Sulleyman! If they cut his nose on the stitcher

they had their siven good reasons. Here's to the leglift of my

snuff and trout stockangt henkerchoff, orange fin with a mosaic

of dispensations and a froren black patata, from my church milli-

ner. When Lynch Brother, Withworkers, Friends and Company

with T. C. King and the Warden of Galway is prepared to

stretch him sacred by the powers to the starlight, L.B.W. Hemp,

hemp, hurray! says the captain in the moonlight. I could put

him under my pallyass and slepp on him all nights as I would

roll myself for holy poly over his borrowing places. 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-Auborne

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, with the joy of lifing in my

forty winkers, that a handsome sovereign was freely pledged

in their pennis in the sluts maschine, alonging wath a cherry-

wickerkishabrack of maryfruit under Shadow La Rose, to both

the legintimate lady performers of display unquestionable, Elsebett

and Marryetta Gunning, H₂O, by that noblesse of leechers at

his Saxontannery with motto in Wwalshe's ffrenchllatin: O'Neill

saw Queen Molly's pants: and much admired engraving, meaning

complet manly parts during alleged recent act of our chief

mergey margey magistrades, five itches above the kneecap, as

required by statues. V.I.C.5.6. If you won't release me stop to

please me up the leg of me. Now you see! Respect. S.V.P.

Your wife. Amn. Anm. Amm. Ann.

    — You wish to take us, Frui Mria, by degrees, as artis litterarum-

que patrona but I am afraid, my poor woman of that same

name, what with your silvanes and your salvines, you are misled.

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    — Alas for livings' pledjures!

    — Lordy Daw and Lady Don! Uncle Foozle and Aunty

Jack! Sure, that old humbugger was boycotted and girlcutted

in debt and doom, on hill and haven, even by the show-the-flag

flotilla, as I'm given now to understand, illscribed in all the

gratuitouses and conspued in the takeyourhandaways. Bumbty,

tumbty, Sot on a Wall, Mute art for the Million. There wasn't an

Archimandrite of Dane's Island and the townlands nor a minx

from the Isle of Woman nor a one of the four cantins nor any on

the whole wheel of his ecunemical conciliabulum nor nogent

ingen meid on allad the hold scurface of the jorth would come

next or nigh him, Mr Eelwhipper, seed and nursery man, or

his allgas bumgalowre, Auxilium Meum Solo A Domino (Amsad),

for rime or ration, from piles or faces, after that.

    — All ears did wag, old Eire wake as Piers Aurell was flapper-

gangsted.

    — Recount!

    — I have it here to my fingall's ends. This liggy piggy wanted

to go to the jampot. And this leggy peggy spelt pea. And theese

lucky puckers played at pooping tooletom. Ma's da. Da's ma.

Madas. Sadam.

    — Pater patruum cum filiabus familiarum. Or, but, now, and,

ariring out of her mirgery margery watersheads and, to change

that subjunct from the traumaturgid for once in a while and dart-

ing back to stuff, if so be you may identify yourself with the him

in you, that fluctuous neck merchamtur, bloodfadder and milk-

mudder, since then our too many of her, Abha na Lifé, and getting

on to dadaddy again, as them we're ne'er free of, was he in tea

e'er he went on the bier or didn't he ontime do something seemly

heavy in sugar? 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! He caun ne'er be bothered

but maun e'er be waked. If there is a future in every past that is

present Quis est qui non novit quinnigan and Qui quae quot at

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Quinnigan's Quake! Stump! His producers are they not his con-

sumers? Your exagmination round his factification for incam-

ination of a warping process. Declaim!

    — Arra irrara hirrara man, weren't they arriving in clansdes-

tinies for the Imbandiment of Ad Regias Agni Dapes, fogabawlers

and panhibernskers, after the crack and the lean years, scalpjaggers

and houthhunters, like the messicals of the great god, a scarlet

trainful, the Twoedged Petrard, totalling, leggats and prelaps, in

their aggregate ages two and thirty plus undecimmed centries

of them with insiders, extraomnes and tuttifrutties allcunct, from

Rathgar, Rathanga, Rountown and Rush, from America Avenue

and Asia Place and the Affrian Way and Europa Parade and be-

sogar the wallies of Noo Soch Wilds and from Vico, Mespil

Rock and Sorrento, for the lure of his weal and the fear of his

oppidumic, to his salon de espera in the keel of his kraal, like

lodes of ores flocking fast to Mount Maximagnetic, afeerd he was

a gunner but affaird to stay away, Merrionites, Dumstdumb-

drummers, Luccanicans, Ashtoumers, Batterysby Parkes and

Krumlin Boyards, Phillipsburgs, Cabraists and Finglossies,

Ballymunites, Raheniacs and the bettlers of Clontarf, for to con-

template in manifest and pay their firstrate duties before the both

of him, twelve stone a side, with their Thieve le Rouč! and their

Shvr yr Thrst! and their Uisgye ad Inferos! and their Usque ad

Ebbraios! at and in the licensed boosiness primises of his del-

hightful bazar and reunited magazine hall, by the magazine wall,

Hosty's and Co, Exports, for his five hundredth and sixtysixth

borthday, the grand old Magennis Mor, Persee and Rahli, taker

of the tributes, their Rinseky Poppakork and Piowtor the Grape,

holding Dunker's durbar, boot kings and indiarubber umpires

and shawhs from paisley and muftis in muslim and sultana

reiseines and jordan almonders and a row of jam sahibs and a

odd principeza in her pettedcoat and the queen of knight's clubs

and the claddagh ringleaders and the two salaames and the Halfa

Ham and the Hanzas Khan with two fat Maharashers and the

German selver geyser and he polished up, protemptible, tintanam-

bulating to himsilf so silfrich, and there was J. B. Dunlop, the

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best tyrent of ourish times, and a swanks of French wine stuarts

and Tudor keepsakes and the Cesarevitch for the current coun-

ter Leodegarius Sant Legerleger riding lapsaddlelonglegs up the

oakses staircase on muleback like Amaxodias Isteroprotos, hind-

quarters to the fore and kick to the lift, and he handygrabbed on

to his trulley natural anthem: Horsibus, keep your tailyup, and

as much as the halle of the vacant fhroneroom, Oldloafs

Buttery, could safely accomodate of the houses of Orange and

Betters M.P, permeated by Druids D.P, Brehons B.P, and

Flawhoolags F.P, and Agiapommenites A.P, and Antepum-

melites P.P, and Ulster Kong and Munster's Herald with

Athclee Ensigning and Athlone Poursuivant and his Imperial

Catchering, his fain awan, and his gemmynosed sanctsons

in epheud and ordilawn and his diamondskulled granddaucher,

Adamantaya Liubokovskva, all murdering Irish, amok and

amak, out of their boom companions in paunchjab and dogril

and pammel and gougerotty, after plenty of his fresh stout and

his good balls of malt, not to forget his oels a'mona nor his beers

o'ryely, sopped down by his pani's annagolorum, (at Kennedy's

kiln she kned her dough, back of her bake for me, buns!) social-

izing and communicanting in the deification of his members, for

to nobble or salvage their herobit of him, the poohpooher old

bolssloose, with his arthurious clayroses, Dodderick Ogonoch

Wrack, busted to the wurld 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 ring-

campf, circumassembled by his daughters in the foregiftness of

his sons, lying high as he lay in all dimensions, in court dress and

ludmers chain, with a hogo, fluorescent of his swathings, round

him, like the cummulium of scents in an italian warehouse, erica's

clustered on his hayir, the spectrem of his prisent mocking the

candiedights of his dadtid, bagpuddingpodded to the deafspot,

bewept of his chilidrin and serafim, poors and personalities, ven-

turous, drones and dominators, ancients and auldancients, with

his buttend up, expositoed for sale after referee's inspection,

bulgy and blowrious, bunged to ignorious, healed cured and

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embalsemate, pending a rouseruction of his bogey, most highly

astounded, as it turned up, after his life overlasting, at thus being

reduced to nothing.

    — Bappy-go-gully and gaff for us all! And all his morties

calisenic, tripping a trepas, neniatwantyng: Mulo Mulelo! Homo

Humilo! Dauncy a deady O! Dood dood dood! O Bawse! O

Boese! O Muerther! O Mord! Mahmato! Moutmaro! O Smir-

tsch! O Smertz! Woh Hillill! Woe Hallall! Thou Thuoni! Thou

Thaunaton! Umartir! Udamnor! Tschitt! Mergue! Eulumu!

Huam Khuam! Malawinga! Malawunga! Ser Oh Ser! See ah

See! Hamovs! Hemoves! Mamor! Rockquiem eternuel give donal

aye in dolmeny! Bat luck's perpepperpot loosen his eyis! (Psich!).

    — But there's leps of flam in Funnycoon's Wick. The keyn

has passed. Lung lift the keying!

    — God save you king! Muster of the Hidden Life!

    — God serf yous kingly, adipose rex! I had four in the morn-

ing and a couple of the lunch and three later on, but your saouls

to the dhaoul, do ye. Finnk. Fime. Fudd?

    — Impassable tissue of improbable liyers! D'yu mean to sett

there where y'are now, coddlin your supernumerary leg, wi'that

bizar tongue in yur tolkshap, and your hindies and shindies, like a

muck in a market, Sorley boy, repeating yurself, and tell me that?

    — I mean to sit here on this altknoll where you are now,

Surly guy, replete in myself, as long as I live, in my homespins,

like a sleepingtop, with all that's buried ofsins insince insensed

insidesofme. If I can't upset this pound of pressed ollaves I can

sit up zounds of sounds upon him.

    — Oliver! He may be an earthpresence. Was that a groan or

did I hear the Dingle bagpipes Wasting war and? Watch!

    — Tris tris a ni ma mea! Prisoner of Love! Bleating Hart!

Lowlaid Herd! Aubain Hand! Wonted Foot! Usque! Usque!

Usque! Lignum in . . .

    — Rawth of Gar and Donnerbruck Fire? Is the strays world

moving mound or what static babel is this, tell us?

    — Whoishe whoishe whoishe whoishe linking in? Whoishe

whoishe whoishe?

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    — The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the groun. The dead giant

manalive! They're playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the

Gael! Hop! Whu's within?

    — Dovegall and finshark, they are ring to the rescune!

    — Zinzin. Zinzin.

    — Crum abu! Cromwell to victory!

    — We'll gore them and gash them and gun them and gloat on

them.

    — Zinzin.

    — O, widows and orphans, it's the yeomen! Redshanks for

ever! Up Lancs!

    — The cry of the roedeer it is! The white hind. Their slots,

linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and peace! Title! Title!

    — Christ in our irish times! Christ on the airs independence!

Christ hold the freedman's chareman! Christ light the dully

expressed!

    — Slog slagt and sluaghter! Rape the daughter! Choke the

pope!

    — Aure! Cloudy father! Unsure! Nongood!

    — Zinzin.

    — Sold! I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther! My sidster!

Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold!

    — Pipette dear! Us! Us! Me! Me!

    — Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March!

    — Me! I'm true. True! Isolde. Pipette. My precious!

    — Zinzin.

    — Brinabride, bet my price! Brinabride!

    — My price, my precious?

    — Zin.

    — Brinabride, my price! When you sell get my price!

    — Zin.

    — Pipette! Pipette, my priceless one!

    — O! Mother of my tears! Believe for me! Fold thy son!

    — Zinzin. Zinzin.

    — Now we're gettin it. Tune in and pick up the forain

counties! Hello!

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    — Zinzin.

    — Hello! Tittit! Tell your title?

    — Abride!

    — Hellohello! Ballymacarett! Am I thru' Iss? Miss? True?

    — Tit! What is the ti . . ?

SILENCE.

    Act drop. Stand by! Blinders! Curtain up. Juice, please! Foots!

    — Hello! Are you Cigar shank and Wheat?

    — I gotye. Gobble Ann's Carrot Cans.

    — Parfey. Now, after that justajiff siesta, just permit me a

moment. Challenger's Deep is childsplay to this but, by our

soundings in the swish channels, land is due. A truce to demobbed

swarwords. Clear the line, priority 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 magnetic field. Do

you remember on a particular lukesummer night, following a

crying fair day? Moisten your lips for a lightning strike and begin

again. Mind the flickers and dimmers! Better?

    — Well. The isles is Thymes. The ales is Penzance. Vehement

Genral. Delhi expulsed.

    — Still calling of somewhave from its specific? Not more?

Lesscontinuous. There were fires on every bald hill in holy

Ireland that night. Better so?

    — You may say they were, son of a cove!

    — Were they bonfires? That clear?

    — No other name would at all befit them unless that. Bona-

fieries! With their blue beards streaming to the heavens.

    — Was it a high white night now?

    — Whitest night mortal ever saw.

    — 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.

    — Lewd's carol! Was there rain by any chance, mistandew?

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    — Plenty. If you wend farranoch.

    — There fell some fall of littlewinter snow, holy-as-ivory,

I gather, jesse?

    — By snaachtha clocka. The nicest at all. In hilly-and-even

zimalayars.

    — Did it not blow some gales, westnass or ostscent, rather

strongly to less, allin humours out of turn, jusse as they rose and

sprungen?

    — Out of all jokes it did. Pipep! Icecold. Brr na brr, ny prr!

Lieto galumphantes!

   — Stll cllng! Nmr! Peace, Pacific! Do you happen to recollect

whether Muna, that highlucky nackt, was shining at all?

    — Sure she was, my midday darling! And not one but a pair

of pritty geallachers.

    — Quando? Quonda? Go datey!

    — Latearly! Latearly! Latearly! Latearly!

    — That was latterlig certainly. And was there frostwork

about and thick weather and hice, soon calid, soon frozen, cold on

warm but moistly dry, and a boatshaped blanket of bruma air-

sighs and hellstohns and flammballs and vodashouts and every-

thing to please everybody?

    — Hail many fell of greats! Horey morey smother of fog!

There was, so plays your ahrtides. Absolutely boiled.

Obsoletely cowled. Julie and Lulie at their parkiest.

    — 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?

    — Catchecatche and couchamed!

    — From Miss Somer's nice dream back to Winthrop's

delugium stramens. One expects that kind of rimey feeling in the

sire season?

    — One certainly does. Desire, for hire, would tire a shire,

phone, phunkel, or wire. And mares.

    — Of whitecaps any?

    — Foamflakes flockfuyant from Foxrock to Finglas.

    — A lambskip for the marines! Paronama! The entire hori-

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zon cloth! All effects in their joints caused ways. Raindrum,

windmachine, snowbox. But thundersheet?

    — No here. Under the blunkets.

    — This common or garden is now in stilller realithy the

starey sphere of an oleotorium for broken pottery and ancient

vegetables?

    — Simply awful the dirt. An evernasty ashtray.

    — I see. Now do you know the wellknown kikkinmidden

where the illassorted first couple first met with each other? The

place where Ealdermann Fanagan? The time when Junkermenn

Funagin?

    — Deed then I do, W.K.

    — In Fingal too they met at Littlepeace aneath the bidetree,

Yellowhouse of Snugsborough, Westreeve-Astagob and Sluts-

end with Stockins of Winning's Folly Merryfalls, all of a two,

skidoo and skephumble?

    — Godamedy, you're a delville of a tolkar!

    — Is it a place fairly exspoused to the four last winds?

    — Well, I faithly sincerely believe so indeed if all what I hope

to charity is half true.

    — This stow on the wolds, is it Woful Dane Bottom?

    — It is woful in need whatever about anything or allselse

under the grianblachk sun of gan greyne Eireann.

    — 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.

    — And what sigeth Woodin Warneung thereof?

    — Trickspissers vill be pairsecluded.

    — There used to be a tree stuck up? An overlisting eshtree?

    — 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 may-

pole in all the reignladen history of Wilds. Browne's Thesaurus

Plantarum from Nolan's, The Prittlewell Press, has nothing alike

it. For we are fed of its forest, clad in its wood, burqued by its

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bark and our lecture is its leave. The cran, the cran, the king of all

crans. Squiremade and damesman of plantagenets, high and holy.

    — Now, no hiding your wren under a bushle! What was it

doing there, for instance?

    — Standing foreninst us.

    — In Summerian sunshine?

    — 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 I told you.

Solve it!

    — Remounting aliftle towards the ouragan of spaces. Just

how grand in cardinal rounders is this preeminent giant, sir

Arber? Your bard's highview, avis on valley! I would like to hear

you burble to us in strict conclave, purpurando, and without

too much italiote interfairance, what you know in petto about our

sovereign beingstalk, Tonans Tomazeus. O dite!

    — Corcor Andy, Udi, Udite! Your Ominence, Your Immi-

nence and delicted fraternitrees! There's tuodore 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 Ty-

burn fenians snoring in his quickenbole and crossbones strewing

its holy floor and culprines of Erasmus Smith's burstall boys

with their underhand leadpencils climbing to her crotch for the

origin of spices and charlotte darlings with silk blue askmes

chattering in dissent to them, gibbonses and gobbenses, guelfing

and ghiberring proferring praydews to their anatolies and blight-

ing findblasts on their catastripes and the killmaimthem pen-

sioners chucking overthrown milestones up to her to fall her

cranberries and her pommes annettes for their unnatural refection

and handpainted hoydens plucking husbands of him and cock

robins muchmore hatching most out of his missado eggdrazzles

for him, the sun and moon pegging honeysuckle and white

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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, hermits of the desert

barking their infernal shins over her triliteral roots and his acorns

and pinecorns shooting wide all sides out of him, plantitude

outsends of plenty to thousands, after the truants of the utmost-

fear and her downslyder in that snakedst-tu-naughsy whimmering

woman't seeleib such a fashionaping sathinous dress out of that

exquisitive creation and her leaves, my darling dearest, sinsin-

sinning since the night of time and each and all of their branches

meeting and shaking twisty hands all over again in their new

world through the germination of its gemination from Ond's

outset till Odd's end. And encircle him circuly. Evovae!

    — Is it so exaltated, eximious, extraoldandairy and excels-

siorising?

    — Amengst menlike trees walking or trees like angels weep-

ing nobirdy aviar soar anywing to eagle it! But rocked of agues,

cliffed for aye!

    — Telleth that eke the treeth?

    — Mushe, mushe of a mixness.

    — A shrub of libertine, indeed! But that steyne of law indead

what stiles its neming?

    — Tod, tod, too hard parted!

    — I've got that now, Dr Melamanessy. Finight mens mid-

infinite true. The form masculine. The gender feminine. I see.

Now, are you derevatov of it yourself in any way? The true

tree I mean? Let's hear what science has to say, pundit-the-

next-best-king. Splanck!

    — Upfellbowm.

    — It reminds of the weeping of the daughters?

    — And remounts to the sense arrest.

    — The wittold, the frausch and the dibble! How this loose-

affair brimsts of fussforus! And was this treemanangel on his

soredbohmend because Knockout, the knickknaver, knacked

him in the knechtschaft?

    — Well, he was ever himself for the presention of crudities to

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animals for he had put his own nickelname on every toad, duck

and herring before the climber clomb aloft, doing the midhill of

the park, flattering his bitter hoolft with her conconundrums.

He would let us have the three barrels. Such was a bitte too thikke

for the Muster 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 flatch down off that erection and be aslimed

of himself for the bellance of hissch leif.

    — Oh Finlay's coldpalled!

    — Ahday's begatem!

    — Were you there, eh Hehr? Were you there when they

lagged um through the coombe?

    — Wo wo! Who who! Psalmtimes it grauws on me to ramble,

ramble, ramble.

    — Woe! Woe! So that was how he became the foerst of our

treefellers?

    — Yesche and, in the absence of any soberiquiet, the fanest

of our truefalluses. Bapsbaps Bomslinger!

    — How near do you feel to this capocapo promontory, sir?

    — There do be days of dry coldness between us when he does

be like a lidging house far far astray and there do be nights of wet

windwhistling when he does be making me onions woup all kinds

of ways.

    — Now you are mehrer the murk, Lansdowne Road. She's

threwed her pippin's thereabouts and they've cropped up tooth

oneydge with hates to leaven this socried isle. Now, thornyborn,

follow the spotlight, please! Concerning a boy. Are you acquainted

with a pagany, vicariously known as Toucher 'Thom' who is. I

suggest Finoglam as his habitat. Consider yourself on the stand

now and watch your words, take my advice. Let your motto be:

Inter nubila numbum.

    — Never you mind about my mother or her hopitout. I con-

sider if I did, I would feel frightfully ashamed of admired vice.

    — He is a man of around fifty, struck on Anna Lynsha's

Pekoe with milk and whisky, who does messuages and has more

dirt on him than an old dog has fleas, kicking stones and knocking

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snow off walls. Have you ever heard of this old boy "Thom" or

"Thim" of the fishy stare who belongs to Kimmage, a crofting dis-

trict, and is not all there, and is all the more himself since he is

not so, being most of his time down at the Green Man where he

steals, pawns, belches and is a curse, drinking gaily two hours after

closing time, with the coat on him skinside out against rappari-

tions, with his socks outsewed his springsides, clapping his hands

in a feeble sort of way and systematically mixing with the public

going for groceries, slapping greats and littlegets soundly with

his cattegut belts, flapping baresides and waltzywembling about

in his accountrements always in font of the tubbernuckles, like

a longarmed lugh, when he would be finished with his tea?

    — Is it that fellow? As mad as the brambles he is. Touch him.

With the lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the swatme-

notting on the basque of his beret. He has kissed me more than

once, I am sorry to say and if I did commit gladrolleries may the

loone forgive it! O wait till I tell you!

    — We are not going yet.

    — And look here! Here's, my dear, what he done, as snooks

as I am saying so!

    — Get out, you dirt! A strangely striking part of speech for

the hottest worked word of ur sprogue. You're not! Unhindered

and odd times? Mere thumbshow? Lately?

    — How do I know? Such my billet. Buy a barrack pass. Ask

the horneys. Tell the robbers.

    — You are alluding to the picking pockets in Lower O'Connell

Street?

    — I am illuding to the Pekin packet but I am eluding from

Laura Connor's treat.

    — Now, just wash and brush up your memoirias a little bit.

So I find, referring to the pater of the present man, an erely de-

mented brick thrower, I am wondering to myself in my mind,

qua our arc of the covenant, was Toucher, a methodist, whose

name, as others say, is not really 'Thom', was this salt son of a

century from Boaterstown, Shivering William, the sealiest old for-

ker ever hawked crannock, who is always with him at the Big Elm

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and the Arch after his teeth were shaken out of their suckets by the

wrang dog, for having 5 pints 73 of none Eryen blood in him abaft

the seam level, the scatterling, wearing his cowbeamer and false

clothes of a brewer's grains pattern with back buckons with his

motto on, Yule Remember, ostensibly for that occasion only of the

twelfth day Pax and Quantum wedding, I'm wondering.

    — I bet you are. Well, he was wandering, you bet, whatever

was his matter, in his mind too, give him his due, for I am sorry

to have to tell you, hullo and evoe, they were coming down from

off him.

    — How culious an epiphany!

    — Hodie casus esobhrakonton?

    — It looked very like it.

    — Needer knows necess and neither garments. Man is minded

of the Meagher, wat? Wooly? Walty?

    — Ay, another good button gone wrong.

    — Blondman's blaff! Like a skib leaked lintel the arbour

leidend with . . .?

    — Pamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants, quaint-

aquilties, quickamerries.

    — Concaving now convexly to the semidemihemispheres and,

from the female angle, music minnestirring, were the subligate

sisters, P. and Q., Clopatrick's cherierapest, mutatis mutandis,

in pretty much the same pickle, the peach of all piedom, the

quest of all quicks?

    — Peequeen ourselves, the prettiest pickles of unmatchemable

mute antes I ever bopeeped at, seesaw shallshee, since the town go

went gonning on Pranksome Quaine.

    — Silks apeel and sulks alusty?

    — Boy and giddle, gape and bore.

    — I hear these two goddesses are liable to sue him?

    — Well, I hope the two Collinses don't leg a bail to shoot him.

    — Both were white in black arpists at cloever spilling, knickt?

    — Gels bach, I, languised, liszted. Etoudies for the right hand.

    — Were they now? And were they watching you as watcher

as well?

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    — Where do you get that wash? This representation does not

accord with my experience. They were watching the watched

watching. Vechers all.

    — Good. Hold that watching brief and keep this witching

longuer. Now, retouching friend Tomsky, the enemy, did you

gather much from what he let drop? We are sitting here for that.

    — I was rooshian mad, no lie. About his shapeless hat.

    — I suspect you must have been.

    — You are making your thunderous mistake. But I was dung

sorry for him too.

    — 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.

    — So?

    — Absolutely.

    — Would you blame him at all stages?

    — 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.

    — I put it to you that this was solely in his sunflower state

and that his haliodraping het was why maids all sighed for him,

ventured and vied for him. Hm?

    — After Putawayo, Kansas, Liburnum and New Aimstir-

dames, it wouldn't surprise me in the very least.

    — 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.

Reform in mine size his deformation. Tiffpuff up my nostril,

would you puff the earthworm outer my ear.

    — He could claud boose his eyes to the birth of his garce, he

could lump all his lot through the half of her play, but he jest

couldn't laugh through the whole of her farce becorpse he warn't

billed that way. So he outandouts his volimetangere and has a

lightning consultation and he downadowns his pantoloogions

and made a piece of first perpersonal puetry that staystale re-

mains to be. Cleaned.

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    — Booms of bombs and heavy rethudders?

    — This aim to you!

    — The tail, so mastrodantic, as you tell it nearly takes your

own mummouth's breath away. Your troppers are so unrelieved

because his troopers were in difficulties. Still let stultitiam done

in veino condone ineptias made of veritues. How many were

married on that top of all strapping mornings, after the midnight

turkay drive, my good watcher?

    — Puppaps. That'd be telling. With a hoh frohim and heh

fraher. But, as regards to Tammy Thornycraft, Idefyne the lawn

mare and the laney moweress and all the prentisses of wildes to

massage him.

    — Now from Gunner Shotland to Guinness Scenography.

Come to the ballay at the Tailors' 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

Barrel, was thomistically drunk, two by two, lairking o' tootlers

with tombours a'beggars, the blog and turfs and the brandywine

bankrompers, trou Normend fashion, I have been told down to

the bank lean clorks? Some nasty blunt clubs were being operated

after the tradition of a wellesleyan bottle riot act and a few plates

were being shied about and tumblers bearing traces of fresh

porter rolling around, independent of that, for the ehren of Fyn's

Insul, and then followed that wapping breakfast at the Heaven

and Covenant, with Rodey O'echolowing how his breadcost on

the voters would be a comeback for e'er a one, like the depre-

dations of Scandalknivery, in and on usedtowobble sloops off

cloasts, eh? Would that be a talltale too? This was the grandsire

Orther. This was his innwhite horse. Sip?

    — Well, naturally he was, louties also genderymen. Being

Kerssfesstiydt. They came from all lands beyond the wave for

songs of Inishfeel. Whiskway and mortem! No puseyporcious

either, invitem kappines all round. But the right reverend priest,

Mr Hopsinbond, and the reverent bride eleft, Frizzy Fraufrau,

were sober enough. I think they were sober.

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    — I think you're widdershins there about the right reverence.

Magraw for the Northwhiggern cupteam was wedding beastman,

papers before us carry. You saw him hurriedly, or did you if

thatseme's not irrelevant? With Slater's hammer perhaps? Or he

was in serge?

    — I horridly did. On the stroke of the dozen. I'm sure I'm

wrong but I heard the irreverend Mr Magraw, in search of a

stammer, kuckkuck kicking the bedding out of the old sexton,

red-Fox Good-man around the sacristy, till they were bullbeadle

black and bufeteer blue, while I and Flood and the other men,

jazzlike brollies and sesuos, was gickling his missus to gackles in

the hall, the divileen, (she's a lamp in her throth) with her

cygncygn leckle and her twelve pound lach.

    — A loyal wifish woman cacchinic wheepingcaugh! While

she laylylaw was all their rage. But you did establish personal

contact? In epexegesis or on a point of order?

    — That perkumiary pond is beyawnd my pinnigay pre-

tonsions. I am resting on a pigs of cheesus but I've a big

suggestion it was about the pint of porter.

    — You are a suckersome! But this all, as airs said to oska,

was only that childbearer might blogas well sidesplit? Where

letties hereditate a dark mien swart hairy?

    — Only. 'Twas womans' too woman with mans' throw man.

    — Bully burley yet hardly hurley. The saloon bulkhead, did

you say, or the tweendecks?

    — Between drinks, I deeply painfully repeat it.

    — Was she wearing shubladey's tiroirs in humour of her

hubbishobbis, Massa's star stellar?

    — Mrs Tan-Taylour? Just a floating panel, secretairslid-

ingdraws, a budge of klees on her schalter, a siderbrass sehdass

on her anulas findring and forty crocelips in her curlingthongues.

    — So this was the dope that woolied the cad that kinked the

ruck that noised the rape that tried the sap that hugged the mort?

    — That legged in the hoax that joke bilked.

    — The jest of junk the jungular?

    — Jacked up in a jock the wrapper.

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    — Lollgoll! You don't soye so! All upsydown her whole

creation? So there was nothing serical between you? And Dry-

salter, father of Izod, how was he now?

    — To the pink, man, like an allmanox in his shirt and stickup,

brustall to the bear, the Megalomagellan of our winevatswater-

way, squeezing the life out of the liffey.

    — Crestofer Carambas! Such is zodisfaction. You punk me!

He came, he kished, he conquered. Vulturuvarnar! The must of

his glancefull coaxing the beam in her eye? That musked bell of

this masked ball! Annabella, Lovabella, Pullabella, yep?

    — Yup! Titentung Tollertone in S. Sabina's. Aye aye, she

was lithe and pleasable. Wilt thou the lee? Wilt thou the hee?

Wilt thou the hussif?

    — The quicker the deef the safter the sapstaff, but the main

the mightier the stricker the strait. To the vast go the game! It

is the circumconversioning of antelithual paganelles by a hugger-

knut cramwell energuman, or the caecodedition of an absque-

litteris puttagonnianne to the herreraism of a cabotinesque ex-

ploser?

    — I believe you. Taiptope reelly, O reely!

    — Nautaey, nautaey, 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. So 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 gingering mouth like a Dublin bar in the moarning.

    — Primus auriforasti me.

    — The park is gracer than the hole, says she, but shekleton's

my fortune?

    — Eversought of being artained? You've soft a say with ye,

Flatter O'Ford, that, honey, I hurdley chew you.

    — Is that answers?

    — It am queery!

    — The house was Toot and Come-Inn by the bridge called

Tiltass, but are you solarly salemly sure, beyond the shatter of

the canicular year? Nascitur ordo seculi numfit.

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    — Siriusly and selenely sure behind the shutter. Securius indicat

umbris tellurem.

    — Date as? Your time of immersion? We are still in drought

of. . . ?

    — Amnis Dominae, Marcus of Corrig. A laughin hunter and

Purty Sue.

    — And crazyheaded Jorn, the bulweh born?

    — Fluteful as his orkan. Ex ugola lenonem.

    — And Jambs, of Delphin's Bourne or (as olders lay) of

Tophat?

    — Dawncing the kniejinksky choreopiscopally like an easter

sun round the colander, the vice! Taranta boontoday! You

should pree him prance the polcat, you whould sniff him wops

around, you should hear his piedigrotts schraying as his skimpies

skirp a . . .

    — Crashedafar Corumbas! A Czardanser indeed! Dervilish

glad too. Ortovito semi ricordo. The pantaglionic affection

through his blood like a bad influenza in a leap at bounding

point?

    — Out of Prisky Poppagenua, the palsied old priamite, home

from Edwin Hamilton's Christmas pantaloonade, Oropos Roxy

and Pantharhea at the Gaiety, trippudiating round the aria, with

his fiftytwo heirs of age! They may reel at his likes but it's Noeh

Bonum's shin do.

    — And whit what was Lillabil Issabil maideve, maid at?

    — Trists and thranes and trinies and traines.

    — A take back to the virgin page, darm it!

    — Ay, graunt ye.

    — The quobus quartet were there too, if I mistake not, as a

sideline but, pace the contempt of senate, well to the fore, in an

amenessy meeting, metandmorefussed to decide whereagainwhen

to meet themselves flopsome and jerksome, lubber and deliric,

drinking unsteadily through the Kerry quadrilles and Listowel

lancers and mastersinging always with that consecutive fifth of

theirs, eh? Like four wise elephants inandouting under a twelve-

podestalled table?

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    — They were simple scandalmongers, that familiar, and all!

Normand, Desmond, Osmund and Kenneth. Making mejical

history all over the show!

    — In sum, some hum? And other marrage feats?

    — All our stakes they were astumbling round the ranky roars

assumbling when Big Arthur flugged the field at Annie's courting.

    — Suddenly some wellfired clay was cast out through the

schappsteckers of hoy's house?

    — Schottenly there was a hellfire club kicked out through the

wasistas of Thereswhere.

    — Like Heavystost's envil catacalamitumbling. Three days

three times into the Vulcuum?

    — Punch!

    — Or Noe et Ecclesiastes, nonne?

    — Ninny, there is no hay in Eccles's hostel.

    — Yet an I saw a sign of him, if you could scrape out his

acquinntence? Name or redress him and we'll call it a night!

     — .i..'. .o..l .

    — You are sure it was not a shuler's shakeup or a plighter's

palming or a winker's wake etcaetera etcaeterorum you were at?

    — Precisely.

    — Mayhap. Hora pro Nubis, Thundersday, at A Little Bit Of

Heaven Howth, the wife of Deimetuus (D'amn), Earl Adam Fitz-

adam, of a Tartar (Birtha) or Sackville-Lawry and Morland-

West, at the Auspice for the Living, Bonnybrook, by the river

and A. Briggs Carlisle, guardian of the birdsmaids and deputil-

iser for groom. Pontifical mess. Or (soddenly) Schott, furtivfired

by the riots. No flies. Agreest?

    — Mayhem. Also loans through the post. With or without

security. Everywhere. Any amount. Mofsovitz, swampstakers,

purely providential.

    — Flood's. The pinkman, the squeeze, the pint with the kick.

Gaa. And then the punch to Gaelicise it. Fox. The lady with the

lamp. The boy in the barleybag. 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

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that erestationed. He was culping for penance while you were

ringing his belle. Did the kickee, goodman rued fox, say anything

important? Clam or cram, spick or spat?

    — No more than Richman's periwhelker.

    — Nnn ttt wrd?

    — Dmn ttt thg.

    — A gael galled by scheme of scorn? Nock?

    — Sangnifying nothing. Mock!

    — Fortitudo eius rhodammum tenuit?

    — Five maim! Or something very similar.

    — I should like to euphonise that. It sounds an isochronism.

Secret speech Hazelton and obviously disemvowelled. But it is

good laylaw too. We may take those wellmeant kicks for free

granted, though ultra vires, void and, in fact, unnecessarily so.

Happily you were not quite so successful in the process verbal

whereby you would sublimate your blepharospasmockical sup-

pressions, it seems?

    — What was that? First I heard about it.

    — Were you or were you not? Ask yourself the answer, I'm

not giving you a short question. Now, not to mix up, cast your

eyes around Capel Court. I want you, witness of this epic struggle,

as yours so mine, to reconstruct for us, as briefly as you can, in-

exactly the same as a mind's eye view, how these funeral games,

which have been poring over us through homer's kerryer pid-

geons, massacreedoed as the holiname rally round took place.

    — Which? Sure I told you that afoul. I was drunk all lost life.

    — Well, tell it to me befair, the whole plan of campaign, in

that bamboozelem mincethrill voice of yours. Let's have it,

christie! The Dublin own, the thrice familiar.

    — Ah, sure, I eyewitless foggus. 'Tis all around me bebatters-

bid hat.

    — Ah, go on now, Masta Bones, a gig for a gag, with your

impendements and your perroqtriques! Blank memory of hatless

darky in blued suit. You were ever the gentle poet, dove from

Haywarden. Pitcher cup, patcher cap, pratey man? Be nice about

it, Bones Minor! Look chairful! Come, delicacy! Go to the end,

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