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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-

ou