-
riverrun,
past Eve and Adam's, from swerve
of shore to bend
-
of bay, brings us by a
commodius vicus of recirculation
back to
-
Howth Castle and Environs.
-
Sir
Tristram, violer
d'amores, fr'over the
short
sea, had passen-
-
core rearrived from North Armorica
on this side the scraggy
-
isthmus of Europe Minor to
wielderfight
his penisolate war: nor
-
had topsawyer's
rocks by
the stream Oconee exaggerated
themselse
-
to Laurens County's gorgios
while they went doublin their mumper
-
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed
mishe mishe to
-
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon
after, had a
-
kidscad buttended
a bland old isaac:
not yet, though all's fair in
-
vanessy, were sosie
sesthers
wroth
with twone nathandjoe. Rot
a
-
peck of pa's malt had Jhem
or Shen brewed by
arclight
and rory
-
end to the regginbrow was to
be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
-
The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
-
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait
oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
-
on life down through all christian minstrelsy.
The great fall of the
-
offwall entailed at such
short
notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
-
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead
of humself prumptly sends
-
an unquiring one well to
the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
-
and their upturnpikepointandplace
is at the knock out in the park
-
where oranges have been laid to rust
upon the green since dev-
-
linsfirst loved livvy.
-
What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods
gaggin fishy-
-
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax!
Ualu
-
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans
are still
-
out to mathmaster
Malachus
Micgranes and the
Verdons cata-
-
pelting the camibalistics out of the
Whoyteboyce
of Hoodie
-
Head. Assiegates and
boomeringstroms. Sod's
brood,
be me fear!
-
Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal
with larms, appalling.
Killykill-
-
killy: a toll, a toll. What chance
cuddleys,
what cashels aired
-
and ventilated! What
bidimetoloves
sinduced by what
tegotetab-
-
solvers! What true feeling for their's
hayair
with what strawng
-
voice of false jiccup! O
here here how hoth sprowled
met the
-
duskt the father of fornicationists
but, (O my shining stars and
-
body!) how hath fanespanned
most high heaven the skysign of
-
soft advertisement! But
was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers?
The oaks
-
of ald now they lie in peat
yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall
if
-
you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall
the
-
pharce for the nunce
come to a setdown secular
phoenish.
-
Bygmester
Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's
mau-
-
rer, lived in the broadest
way immarginable in his rushlit
toofar-
-
back for messuages before
joshuan
judges had given us numbers
-
or Helviticus committed deuteronomy
(one yeastyday he sternely
-
struxk his tete in a tub for
to watsch the future
of his fates but ere
-
he swiftly stook it out again,
by the might of moses, the very wat-
-
er was eviparated and
all the guenneses had met their exodus
so
-
that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)
-
and during mighty odd years this man of hod,
cement and edi-
-
fices in Toper's Thorp
piled
buildung supra buildung pon
the
-
banks for the livers by the
Soangso.
He addle liddle
phifie
Annie
-
ugged the little craythur.
Wither
hayre in honds
tuck
up your part
-
inher. Oftwhile balbulous,
mithre
ahead, with goodly trowel
in
-
grasp and ivoroiled overalls
which he habitacularly fondseed,
like
-
Haroun
Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate
by multiplicab-
-
les the alltitude and
malltitude
until he seesaw by neatlight
of the
-
liquor wheretwin
'twas born, his roundhead staple
of other days
-
to rise in undress maisonry
upstanded
(joygrantit!), a waalworth
-
of a skyerscape of most eyeful
hoyth
entowerly, erigenating from
-
next to nothing
and celescalating the himals and all,
hierarchitec-
-
titiptitoploftical,
with a burning bush abob
off its baubletop and
-
with larrons o'toolers
clittering
up and tombles a'buckets clotter-
-
ing down.
-
Of the first was he to bare arms
and a name: Wassaily Boos-
-
laeugh of Riesengeborg.
His crest of huroldry,
in vert with
-
ancillars, troublant,
argent,
a hegoak,
poursuivant,
horrid,
horned.
-
His scutschum fessed,
with archers strung,
helio,
of the second.
-
Hootch is for husbandman
handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister
-
Finn, you're going to be Mister
Finnagain! Comeday morm and,
-
O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're
vinegar! Hahahaha,
-
Mister Funn, you're going to be fined
again!
-
What then agentlike
brought
about that tragoady thundersday
-
this municipal sin business?
Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness
-
to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive
-
ages that shebby choruysh
of unkalified
muzzlenimiissilehims
that
-
would blackguardise
the whitestone ever hurtleturtled
out of
-
heaven. Stay us wherefore
in our search for tighteousness,
O Sus-
-
tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick
and
-
before we lump down upown
our leatherbed and in the night and
-
at the fading of the stars! For a nod
to the nabir is better than wink
-
to the wabsanti. Otherways
wesways like that provost scoffing
-
bedoueen the
jebel
and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-
-
bracken shall
decide.
Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She
-
has a gift of seek on site
and she allcasually ansars helpers,
the
-
dreamydeary. Heed!
Heed! It may half been a missfired
brick, as
-
some say, or it mought have
been due to a collupsus of his back
-
promises, as others looked at it. (There extand
by now one thou-
-
sand and one stories, all
told, of the same). But so sore
did abe
-
ite ivvy's holired abbles,
(what with the wallhall's horrors of
rolls-
-
rights, carhacks, stonengens,
kisstvanes,
tramtrees, fargobawlers,
-
autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets,
tournintaxes,
mega-
-
phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats
and basilikerks and aeropagods
-
and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler
in the coat and
-
the mecklenburk bitch
bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-
-
rocks and his fore old porecourts,
the bore
the
more, and his
-
blightblack workingstacks
at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-
-
busses sleighding along
Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies
-
snooping around
Tell-No-Tailors'
Corner and the fumes and the
-
hopes and the strupithump of his ville's
indigenous romekeepers,
-
homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud
-
murumd and all the uproor
from all the aufroofs, a roof for may
-
and a reef for hugh
butt
under his bridge suits tony)
wan warn-
-
ing Phill filt tippling
full. His howd feeled heavy, his
hoddit
did
-
shake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He
stot-
-
tered from the latter. Damb!
he was dud.
Dumb! Mastabatoom,
-
mastabadtomm, when a mon merries
his
lute is
all
long. For
-
whole the world to see.
-
Shize? I should shee!
Macool,
Macool, orra whyi
deed ye diie?
-
of a trying thirstay mournin?
Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's
-
chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans
of the nation, prostrated in
-
their consternation
and their duodisimally profusive
plethora
of
-
ululation. There was plumbs
and grumes and cheriffs
and citherers
-
and raiders and
cinemen
too. And the all gianed in with the shout-
-
most shoviality. Agog
and magog and the round of them
agrog.
-
To the continuation of that celebration until
Hanandhunigan's
-
extermination! Some in kinkin
corass, more,
kankan keening.
-
Belling him up and filling
him down. He's stiff but he's steady is
-
Priam Olim! 'Twas he was the dacent
gaylabouring
youth. Sharpen
-
his pillowscone,
tap
up his bier! E'erawhere in this whorl
would ye
-
hear sich a din
again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the
dusty
-
fidelios. They laid him brawdawn
alanglast bed. With a bockalips
-
of finisky fore his feet.
And a barrowload of guenesis
hoer
his head.
-
Tee the tootal
of the fluid hang the twoddle of the
fuddled,
O!
-
Hurrah,
there is but young gleve for the owl
globe wheels in
-
view which is tautaulogically
the same thing. Well, Him a being
-
so on the flounder
of his bulk like an overgrown babeling,
let wee
-
peep, see, at Hom, well, see
peegee ought he ought, platterplate.
-
Hum! From Shopalist to Bailywick
or from ashtun to
baronoath
-
or from Buythebanks to
Roundthehead or from the foot of the
-
bill to ireglint's eye
he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a
-
horn!) from fiord to fjell
his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him
-
rockbound (hoahoahoah!)
in swimswamswum and all the livvy-
-
long night, the delldale dalppling
night, the night of bluerybells,
-
her flittaflute in tricky trochees
(O carina! O carina!) wake him.
-
With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins
about all
-
them inns and ouses.
Tilling
a teel of a tum,
telling a toll of a tea-
-
ry turty Taubling.
Grace before Glutton. For what we are,
gifs
-
a gross if we are, about
to believe. So pool the
begg and pass the
-
kish for crawsake.
Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen
down
-
but grinny
sprids
the boord. Whase on the
joint of a
desh? Fin-
-
foefom the Fush. Whase be his
baken
head? A loaf of Singpan-
-
try's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched
to the hop in his tayle?
-
A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous
olde Dobbelin ayle.
But,
-
lo, as you would
quaffoff
his fraudstuff and sink teeth through
-
that pyth of a flowerwhite
bodey behold of him as behemoth for
-
he is noewhemoe. Finiche!
Only a fadograph of a yestern
scene.
-
Almost rubicund Salmosalar,
ancient fromout the ages of the Ag-
-
apemonides, he is smolten in
our mist, woebecanned and packt
-
away. So that meal's dead off for summan,
schlook,
schlice
and
-
goodridhirring.
-
Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan
form outlined a-
-
slumbered, even in our own nighttime
by the sedge of the
trout-
-
ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on.
Hiccubat
-
edilis. Apud
libertinam parvulam.
Whatif
she be in flags or flitters,
-
reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint
of mines or beggar a
-
pinnyweight. Arrah,
sure, we all love little Anny
Ruiny, or, we
-
mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when
unda her brella,
mid
-
piddle med puddle,
she ninnygoes
nannygoes nancing
by. Yoh!
-
Brontolone slaaps, yoh snoores.
Upon Benn Heather, in
Seeple
-
Isout too. The cranic head
on him, caster of his reasons, peer
yu-
-
thner in yondmist. Whooth?
His clay feet, swarded
in verdigrass,
-
stick up starck
where he last fellonem, by
the mund of the maga-
-
zine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her
sisterin shawl.
-
While over against
this belles' alliance
beyind Ill
Sixty,
ollol-
-
lowed ill! bagsides of
the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk
the
-
ombushes, the site of the
lyffing-in-wait of the
upjock and hock-
-
ums. Hence when the clouds roll by,
jamey, a
proudseye
view is
-
enjoyable of our mounding's
mass, now Wallinstone national
-
museum, with, in some greenish distance, the
charmful water-
-
loose country and the two quitewhite
villagettes
who hear show
-
of themselves so gigglesomes minxt
the follyages, the prettilees!
-
Penetrators are permitted
into the museomound free. Welsh and
-
the Paddy Patkinses, one
shelenk!
Redismembers invalids of
old
-
guard find poussepousse
pousseypram to sate
the sort of their butt.
-
For her passkey supply
to the janitrix, the mistress
Kathe.
Tip.
-
This the way to the museyroom.
Mind your hats goan in!
-
Now yiz are in the Willingdone
Museyroom. This is a Prooshi-
-
ous gunn. This is a ffrinch.
Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshi-
-
ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng
the flag of
-
the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull
that bang
-
the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the
Crossgunn!
Up
with your
-
pike and fork!
Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of
-
Lipoleum. Tip.
Lipoleumhat.
This is the Willingdone on his
-
same white harse, the Cokenhape.
This is the big Sraughter Wil-
-
lingdone, grand and magentic
in his goldtin spurs and his
ironed
-
dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's
gharters
-
and his bangkok's best
and goliar's goloshes and his
pullupon-
-
easyan wartrews. This is
his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three
-
lipoleum boyne grouching
down in the living detch. This is an
-
inimyskilling inglis,
this is a scotcher grey, this is a
davy,
stoop-
-
ing. This is the bog lipoleum mordering
the lipoleum beg. A
-
Gallawghurs argaumunt. This is the petty
lipoleum boy that
-
was nayther bag nor bug.
Assaye,
assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuo-
-
mush. Dirty MacDyke. And
Hairy O'Hurry. All of them
-
arminus-varminus. This is Delian
alps. This is Mont Tivel,
-
this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun.
This is the
-
crimealine of the alps
hooping
to sheltershock the three lipoleums.
-
This is the jinnies with
their legahorns feinting to read in their
-
handmade's book of
stralegy
while making their war undisides
-
the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin
her hand and the jinnies is
-
a ravin her
hair and the
Willingdone git the
band up.
This is big
-
Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop
Wounderworker
obscides
-
on the flanks of the jinnies.
Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This
-
is me Belchum sneaking
his phillippy out of his most
Awful
-
Grimmest Sunshat
Cromwelly.
Looted.
This is the jinnies' hast-
-
ings dispatch for to irrigate
the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin
-
red lines cross the shortfront
of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw!
-
Leaper Orthor.
Fear
siecken!
Fieldgaze
thy tiny frow. Hugact-
-
ing. Nap. That was the tictacs
of the jinnies for to fontannoy the
-
Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee!
The jinnies is jillous agincourting
-
all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn
boycottoncrezy
onto
-
the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git
the band up. This
-
is bode Belchum, bonnet
to busby,
breaking
his secred word with a
-
ball up his ear to the
Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hur-
-
old dispitchback. Dispitch
desployed
on the regions rare of me
-
Belchum. Salamangra!
Ayi, ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies.
Figtreeyou!
-
Damn fairy ann,
Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first
joke
of
-
Willingdone, tic for tac.
Hee,
hee, hee! This is me Belchum in
-
his twelvemile cowchooks, weet,
tweet
and stampforth foremost,
-
footing the camp
for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's
-
as sooner buy a guinness
than he'd stale store
stout. This is Roo-
-
shious balls. This is a ttrinch.
This is mistletropes. This is Canon
-
Futter with the popynose.
After his hundred days' indulgence.
-
This is the blessed.
Tarra's
widdars! This is jinnies in the bonny
-
bawn blooches. This is lipoleums
in the rowdy howses.
This is the
-
Willingdone, by the splinters
of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre!
-
(Bullsear!
Play!) This is camelry,
this is floodens, this is the
-
solphereens in action, this is their
mobbily, this is panickburns.
-
Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum!
-
Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter!
Goat
-
strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning
away to their ouster-
-
lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip
nippy
nip and a trip trip-
-
py trip so airy. For their
heart's right there. Tip. This is me Bel-
-
chum's tinkyou tankyou
silvoor
plate for citchin the crapes in
-
the cool of his canister.
Poor the pay! This is the
bissmark of the
-
marathon merry of the
jinnies they left behind them. This is the
-
Willingdone branlish his
same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy-
-
Key-Po for his royal divorsion
on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam-
-
bariste della porca! Dalaveras
fimmieras! This is the pettiest
-
of the lipoleums, Toffeethief,
that spy on the Willingdone from
-
his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall
Willingdone
-
is an old maxy montrumeny.
Lipoleums is nice hung bushel-
-
lors. This is hiena
hinnessy laughing alout
at the Willing-
-
done. This is lipsyg
dooley krieging the
funk from the hinnessy.
-
This is the hinndoo
Shimar
Shin between the dooley boy and the
-
hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Willingdone
picket up
the
-
half of the threefoiled
hat of lipoleums fromoud of the
bluddle
-
filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a
bombshoob.
-
This is the Willingdone hanking
the half of the hat of lipoleums
-
up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip.
That was
-
the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the
same white
-
harse of the Willingdone,
Culpenhelp, waggling
his tailoscrupp
-
with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult
on the hinndoo see-
-
boy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!) This is the seeboy,
-
madrashattaras,
upjump and
pumpim, cry to the Willingdone:
-
Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone,
bornstable
-
ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch
to the cursigan Shimar Shin.
-
Basucker
youstead!
This is the
dooforhim
seeboy blow the whole
-
of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the
tail on the
-
back of his big wide harse. Tip (Bullseye!
Game!) How Copen-
-
hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan
-
out.
-
Phew!
-
What a warm time we
were in there but
how keling is here the
-
airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone
for
-
the lamp of
Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle
houthse of a month
-
and one windies. Downadown,
High Downadown. And num-
-
mered quaintlymine. And
such reasonable weather too! The wa-
-
grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns
and on every blasted
-
knollyrock (if you can
spot fifty I spy four more) there's that
-
gnarlybird
ygathering,
a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle,
-
wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle,
kenalittle,
-
helfalittle, pelfalittle
gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields!
-
Under his seven wrothschields
lies one, Lumproar. His
glav toside
-
him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.
-
The three of crows have flapped
it southenly, kraaking of de
-
baccle to the kvarters
of that sky whence
triboos answer; Wail,
-
'tis well! She niver comes
out when Thon's on shower or when
-
Thon's flash with his Nixy
girls or when Thon's blowing toom-
-
cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no!
Neblas
on you liv!
-
Her would be too moochy afreet.
Of Burymeleg and Bindme-
-
rollingeyes and all the deed in the
woe.
Fe fo fom! She jist
does
-
hopes till
byes
will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now,
-
she comes, a peacefugle,
a parody's bird, a peri
potmother,
-
a pringlpik in the
ilandiskippy, with peewee
and powwows
-
in beggybaggy on her
bickybacky and a flick
flask fleckflinging
-
its pixylighting
pacts'
huemeramybows, picking here, pecking
-
there, pussypussy plunderpussy.
But it's the armitides toonigh,
-
militopucos, and toomourn
we wish for a muddy kissmans
to the
-
minutia workers and there's
to be a gorgeups truce
for happinest
-
childher everwere. Come
nebo me and
suso sing the day we
-
sallybright. She's burrowed
the coacher's headlight
the better to
-
pry (who goes cute goes siocur
and shoos aroun) and all spoiled
-
goods go into her nabsack:
curtrages
and rattlin buttins, nappy
-
spattees and
flasks
of all nations, clavicures and scampulars,
maps,
-
keys and woodpiles of
haypennies
and moonled brooches
with
-
bloodstaned breeks
in em, boaston nightgarters and masses
of
-
shoesets and nickelly nacks
and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson
-
of cates and howitzer
muchears and midgers and maggets,
ills
and
-
ells with loffs
of toffs and pleures of bells and the last
sigh that
-
come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest
sin the sunsaw
-
(that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss.
Cross Criss. Kiss
Cross.
-
Undo lives 'end. Slain.
-
How bootifull
and how truetowife of her, when strengly
fore-
-
bidden, to steal our
historic presents from the past
postpropheti-
-
cals so as to will make us all lordyheirs
and ladymaidesses of a
-
pretty
nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of
debt and
-
laffing through all plores
for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with
-
a naperon for her mask
and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair!
so
-
solly!) if yous ask me and
I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may
-
rise and Troysirs fall
(there being two sights for ever a picture)
-
for in the byways of high
improvidence
that's what makes
life-
-
work leaving and the world's a cell
for citters to cit in. Let young
-
wimman
run
away with the story and let young min
talk smooth
-
behind the
butteler's
back. She knows her knight's duty while
-
Luntum sleeps. Did ye save
any tin? says he. Did I what? with
-
a grin says she. And we all like a
marriedann because she
is mer-
-
cenary. Though the
length of the land lies under liquidation
-
(floote!) and there's nare
a hairbrow nor an eyebush
on this glau-
-
brous phace of Herrschuft
Whatarwelter she'll loan
a vesta and
-
hire some peat and sarch
the shores her cockles
to heat and she'll
-
do all a turfwoman can
to piff the business on. Paff. To puff
the
-
blaziness on. Poffpoff. And
even if Humpty
shell fall frumpty
-
times as awkward again
in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand
-
remonstrancers there'll
be iggs for the brekkers
come to mourn-
-
him, sunny side up
with care. So true is it that therewhere's a
-
turnover the tay
is wet too and when you think you ketch sight
-
of a hind make sure but you're
cocked by a hin.
-
Then as she is on her behaviourite
job of quainance bandy,
-
fruting for firstlings
and taking her tithe, we may take our
review
-
of the two mounds to
see nothing of the himples here as at
else-
-
where, by sixes and
sevens, like so many heegills and
collines,
-
sitton aroont,
scentbreeched ant somepotreek, in their
swisha-
-
wish satins and their taffetaffe
tights,
playing Wharton's Folly,
-
at a treepurty on the
planko in the purk. Stand up,
mickos!
-
Make strake for minnas!
By order,
Nicholas Proud. We may
see
-
and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins
off
-
Corkhill or the bergamoors of
Arbourhill or the bergagambols
-
of Summerhill or the
bergincellies of Miseryhill or the
country-
-
bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every
crowd has
its
-
several tones and every trade has its
clever mechanics and
each
-
harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and
Ivor's
-
on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they
are all
-
there scraping along to
sneeze out a likelihood that will solve
-
and salve life's robulous
rebus, hopping round his middle like
-
kippers on a griddle,
O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg
-
of Holdhard to the microbirg of
Pied de Poudre. Behove
this
-
sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen.
-
Royally? One sovereign punned
to petery pence. Regally? The
-
silence speaks the scene. Fake!
-
So This Is Dyoublong?
-
Hush! Caution!
Echoland!
-
How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you
of the outwashed
-
engravure that we used
to be blurring on the
blotchwall
of his
-
innkempt house. Used they?
(I am sure that tiring chabelshovel-
-
ler with the mujikal chocolat
box, Miry
Mitchel, is listening) I
-
say, the remains of the outworn
gravemure where used to be
-
blurried the Ptollmens
of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only
pre-
-
tendant to be stugging at
the jubalee harp from a second
existed
-
lishener, Fiery Farrelly.)
It is well known. Lokk for himself and
-
see the old butte new. Dbln.
W. K. O. O. Hear? By the mauso-
-
lime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand
funferall.
Fumfum
fum-
-
fum. 'Tis optophone
which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's
-
magic lyer.
They will be tuggling
foriver. They will
be lichening
-
for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord
-
shall be theirs for ollaves.
-
Four things therefore, saith our herodotary
Mammon
Lujius
-
in his grand old
historiorum, wrote near
Boriorum, bluest
book
-
in baile's annals,
f. t. in Dyffinarsky ne'er sall fail
til
heathersmoke
-
and cloudweed Eire's ile
sall pall. And here now they are, the
fear
-
of um. T. Totities! Unum.
(Adar.) A bulbenboss
surmounted
up-
-
on an alderman.
Ay, ay!
Duum.
(Nizam.) A shoe on a puir
old
-
wobban. Ah, ho!
Triom.
(Tamuz.) An auburn mayde,
o'brine
-
a'bride, to be desarted.
Adear, adear! Quodlibus. (Marchessvan.)
A
-
penn no weightier nor a polepost.
And so. And all. (Succoth.)
-
So, how idlers'
wind turning pages on pages, as innocens
with
-
anaclete play popeye
antipop,
the leaves of the living in the boke
-
of the deeds, annals of themselves
timing the cycles of events
-
grand and national, bring fassilwise
to pass how.
-
1132 A.D. Men like to ants or emmets
wondern upon a groot
-
hwide Whallfisk
which lay in a Runnel. Blubby
wares
upat Ub-
-
lanium.
-
566 A.D. On Baalfire's
night of this year after deluge a crone
that
-
hadde a wickered Kish
for to hale dead turves
from the bog look-
-
it under the blay of her
Kish as she ran for to sothisfeige her cow-
-
rieosity and be me sawl but
she found hersell sackvulle of swart
-
goody quickenshoon
and small illigant brogues,
so rich in sweat.
-
Blurry works at
Hurdlesford.
-
(Silent.)
-
566
A.D. At this time it
fell
out that a brazenlockt
damsel grieved
-
(sobralasolas!) because that Puppette
her minion was ravisht
of her
-
by the ogre Puropeus
Pious.
Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh-
-
bally.
-
1132. A.D. Two sons at an hour were born
until a goodman
-
and his hag. These sons
called
themselves Caddy and Primas.
-
Primas was a santryman
and drilled all decent people. Caddy
-
went to Winehouse and
wrote o peace a farce. Blotty
words for
-
Dublin.
-
Somewhere, parently,
in the ginnandgo
gap between antedilu-
-
vious and annadominant
the copyist must have fled with his
-
scroll. The billy
flood rose or an elk charged him or the
sultrup
-
worldwright from the excelsissimost
empyrean
(bolt, in sum)
-
earthspake or the Dannamen
gallous
banged pan the bliddy
du-
-
ran. A scribicide then
and there is led off under old's code
with
-
some fine covered by six
marks
or ninepins in metalmen
for the
-
sake of his labour's dross
while it will be only now and again
in
-
our rear of o'er era, as an upshoot
of military and civil engage-
-
ments, that a gynecure
was let on to the scuffold for taking
that
-
same fine sum covertly
by meddlement with the drawers
of his
-
neighbour's safe.
-
Now after all that farfatch'd
and peragrine or
dingnant or clere
-
lift we our ears, eyes of the
darkness, from the tome of
Liber
Li-
-
vidus and, (toh!), how paisibly
eirenical,
all dimmering dunes
-
and gloamering glades,
selfstretches afore us our fredeland's
plain!
-
Lean neath
stone
pine the pastor lies with his crook;
young pric-
-
ket by pricket's sister nibbleth
on returned viridities;
amaid her
-
rocking grasses the herb
trinity shams lowliness;
skyup is of ever-
-
grey. Thus, too, for
donkey's
years. Since the bouts of
Hebear
-
and Hairyman the cornflowers
have been staying at Ballymun,
-
the duskrose has choosed
out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have
-
pressed togatherthem by sweet
Rush, townland of twinedlights,
-
the whitethorn and the
redthorn have fairygeyed the
mayvalleys
-
of Knockmaroon, and, though
for rings round them, during a
-
chiliad of perihelygangs,
the Formoreans have brittled the too-
-
ath of the Danes and the Oxman
has been pestered by the Fire-
-
bugs and the Joynts have
thrown
up jerrybuilding to the Kevan-
-
ses and Little on the Green is
childsfather to the City (Year!
-
Year! And laughtears!), these
paxsealing
buttonholes
have quad-
-
rilled across the centuries and whiff
now whafft to us, fresh and
-
made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of
Killallwho.
-
The babbelers
with their thangas vain have been (confusium
-
hold them!) they were and went; thigging
thugs
were and hou-
-
hnhymn songtoms were and comely
norgels
were and pollyfool
-
fiansees. Menn have thawed,
clerks have surssurhummed, the
-
blond has sought of the
brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry
-
piggy?: and the
duncledames
have countered with the hellish
fel-
-
lows: Who ails tongue coddeau,
aspace of dumbillsilly? And
they
-
fell upong one another:
and themselves they have fallen. And
-
still nowanights and
by nights of yore do all bold floras of
the
-
field to their shyfaun lovers
say only: Cull me ere I wilt
to thee!:
-
and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst
I blush! Well may they
-
wilt, marry, and profusedly blush,
be
troth! For that saying is as
-
old as the howitts.
Lave
a whale a while in a
whillbarrow
(isn't
-
it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers
that shimmy
-
and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety!
-
Flippety! Fleapow!
-
Hop!
-
In
the name of Anem this carl on the kopje
in pelted thongs
a
-
parth a lone who the
joebiggar be he? Forshapen
his pigmaid
-
hoagshead, shroonk
his plodsfoot. He hath
locktoes, this short-
-
shins, and,
Obeold that's
pectoral,
his mammamuscles most
-
mousterious. It is slaking
nuncheon
out of some thing's brain
-
pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is
almonthst on the kiep
-
fief by here, is Comestipple
Sacksoun,
be it junipery or
febrew-
-
ery, marracks or
alebrill or the ramping riots
of pouriose and
-
froriose. What a
quhare soort
of a mahan. It is evident the
mich-
-
indaddy. Lets we overstep
his fire defences and these kraals of
-
slitsucked marrogbones.
(Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil-
-
lory way to Hirculos
pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered
-
women blown monk sewer?
Scuse
us, chorley guy! You
toller-
-
day donsk? N. You tolkatiff
scowegian?
Nn. You spigotty an-
-
glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo?
Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute.
-
Let us swop hats and excheck
a few strong verbs weak oach
ea-
-
ther yapyazzard abast
the blooty creeks.
-
Jute.
Yutah!
-
Mutt.
Mukk's pleasurad.
- Jute.
Are you jeff?
-
Mutt.
Somehards.
- Jute.
But you are not jeffmute?
-
Mutt.
Noho. Only an utterer.
- Jute.
Whoa? Whoat is the
mutter with you?
-
Mutt.
I became a stun a
stummer.
-
Jute.
What a
hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How,
-
Mutt?
-
Mutt.
Aput the buttle, surd.
- Jute.
Whose poddle? Wherein?
-
Mutt.
The Inns of Dungtarf
where Used awe to be he.
-
Jute.
You that side your voise are almost inedible
to me.
-
Become
a bitskin more wiseable, as if
I were
-
you.
-
Mutt.
Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp,
Boohooru!
Booru
-
Usurp! I trumple
from rath in mine mines when I
-
rimimirim!
-
Jute.
One eyegonblack.
Bisons
is bisons. Let me fore all
-
your hasitancy cross
your qualm with trink gilt.
Here
-
have sylvan coyne,
a piece of oak. Ghinees hies
good
-
for you.
-
Mutt.
Louee, louee! How
wooden I not know it, the
intel-
-
lible
greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag!
Cead mealy
-
faulty rices for one dabblin
bar. Old grilsy growlsy!
-
He was poached on in that
eggtentical
spot. Here
-
where the liveries, Monomark.
There where the mis-
-
sers moony, Minnikin
passe.
- Jute.
Simply because as Taciturn
pretells,
our wrongstory-
-
shortener, he
dumptied the
wholeborrow
of rubba-
-
ges on to soil here.
-
Mutt.
Just how a puddinstone
inat the brookcells
by a
-
riverpool.
- Jute.
Load Allmarshy!
Wid wad for a norse like?
-
Mutt.
Somular
with a bull on a clompturf.
Rooks roarum
-
rex roome! I could snore to him of the
spumy
horn,
-
with his woolseley side in, by the neck
I am sutton
-
on, did Brian d' of Linn.
-
Jute.
Boildoyle and
rawhoney
on me when I can beuraly
-
forsstand a
weird from sturk
to finnic in such a pat-
-
what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard
of and um-
-
scene!
Gut aftermeal! See you
doomed.
-
Mutt.
Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk
a dunblink
-
roundward this
albutisle
and you skull see how olde
-
ye plaine of my Elters,
hunfree and
ours,
where wone
-
to wail whimbrel to peewee
o'er the saltings, where
-
wilby citie by law of
isthmon, where
by a droit of
-
signory, icefloe
was from his Inn the Byggning to
-
whose
Finishthere Punct. Let erehim
ruhmuhrmuhr.
-
Mearmerge two
races, swete
and brack. Morthering
-
rue. Hither, craching eastuards,
they are in surgence:
-
hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce.
Countlessness of
-
livestories have netherfallen by this
plage,
flick
as
-
flowflakes, litters
from aloft, like a waast wizzard
all
of
-
whirlworlds. Now are all tombed
to the mound,
isges
-
to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride,
thy prize!
-
Jute.
'Stench!
-
Mutt.
Fiatfuit! Hereinunder
lyethey.
Llarge by the smal an'
-
everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone
the great-
-
grandhotelled with tit
tit tittlehouse, alp
on earwig,
-
drukn on ild,
likeas
equal to anequal in this sound
-
seemetery which
iz leebez luv.
-
Jute.
'Zmorde!
-
Mutt.
Meldundleize! By the fearse
wave behoughted.
Des-
-
pond's sung. And thanacestross
mound have swollup
-
them all. This
ourth of years is not save brickdust
-
and being humus the same roturns. He who
runes
-
may rede it
on
all fours. O'c'stle,
n'wc'stle,
tr'c'stle,
-
crumbling!
Sell me sooth
the fare for Humblin! Hum-
-
blady Fair. But speak it
allsosiftly, moulder!
Be in
-
your whisht!
-
Jute.
Whysht?
-
Mutt.
The gyant Forficules
with Amni the fay.
-
Jute.
Howe?
-
Mutt.
Here is viceking's
graab.
-
Jute.
Hwaad!
-
Mutt.
Ore you astoneaged,
jute you?
-
Jute.
Oye am thonthorstrok,
thing mud.
-
(Stoop)
if you are abcedminded, to this
claybook,
what curios
-
of signs (please stoop), in this
allaphbed!
Can you rede (since
-
We and Thou
had it out
already) its world? It is the same
told
-
of all. Many. Miscegenations
on miscegenations. Tieckle. They
-
lived und laughed ant loved end
left. Forsin.
Thy thingdome is
-
given to the Meades
and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss
and
-
again, of our old
Heidenburgh
in the days when Head-in-Clouds
-
walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression
that
-
knits knowledge that finds
the nameform that whets the wits that
-
convey contacts that sweeten
sensation
that drives desire that
-
adheres to attachment
that dogs death that bitches
birth that en-
-
tails the ensuance of
existentiality. But with a rush out of his
-
navel reaching the reredos
of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively-
-
onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky.
A hatch, a celt,
-
an earshare the pourquose
of which was to cassay the earthcrust
at
-
all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the
turnpaht.
-
Here say figurines
billycoose arming
and mounting. Mounting and
-
arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc,
this liffle effingee is for
-
a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the
eased! O I
fay! Face at the
-
waist! Ho, you fie!
Upwap and dump em, ace to ace!
When a
-
part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use
of an
-
allforabit. Here (please
to stoop) are selveran cued
peteet peas
of
-
quite a pecuniar interest
inaslittle
as they are the pellets that make
-
the tomtummy's pay
roll.
Right rank
ragnar
rocks and with these
-
rox orangotangos
rangled
rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha,
-
whydidtha? Thik is for
thorn
that's thuck in its thoil like thum-
-
fool's thraitor thrust
for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it
-
all mnakes! A middenhide hoard
of objects! Olives, beets,
kim-
-
mells, dollies, alfrids,
beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets'
eegs
-
(O stoop to please!) are here, creakish
from age and all now
-
quite epsilene,
and oldwolldy wobblewers,
haudworth a
wipe
o
-
grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums
everyside! Our durlbin is
-
sworming in sneaks.
They came to our island from triangular
-
Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie
rared
up in the midst of the
-
cargon of prohibitive
pomefructs
but along landed Paddy Wip-
-
pingham and the his garbagecans cotched
the creeps of them
-
pricker than our whosethere
outofman could
quick up her whats-
-
thats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally
turns round the
-
same balifuson. Racketeers
and bottloggers.
-
Axe on
thwacks
on thracks, axenwise.
One
by one place one
-
be three dittoh and one
before. Two nursus one make a plaus-
-
ible free and idim behind.
Starting
off with a big boaboa and three-
-
legged calvers and ivargraine
jadesses
with a message in their
-
mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight
of
liberorumqueue
-
to con
an we can till
allhorrors
eve. What a meanderthalltale to
-
unfurl and with what an
end in view of squattor and anntisquattor
-
and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be every tim,
nick
-
and larry of us, sons of
the
sod, sons, littlesons, yea and
lealittle-
-
sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss
and sally of us,
dugters
-
of Nan! Accusative
ahnsire! Damadam to infinities!
-
True there was in nillohs
dieybos as yet no
lumpend papeer
-
in the waste, and mightmountain Penn
still groaned for the micies
-
to let flee. All was of ancientry.
You gave me a boot (signs
on
-
it!) and I ate the
wind. I quizzed you a quid
(with for what?) and
-
you went to the quod. But
the world, mind, is, was and will be
-
writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that
fall
-
under the ban of our infrarational
senses fore the last milch-
-
camel, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns, has
still to
-
moor before the tomb of his
cousin charmian where his
date is
-
tethered by the palm that's
hers. But the horn, the drinking, the
-
day of dread are not now.
A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them,
-
chap them, cut them up allways;
leave them to terracook in the
-
muttheringpot: and
Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter,
-
tintingfast and
great primer
must once for omniboss step
rub-
-
rickredd out of the wordpress else is there no virtue
more in al-
-
cohoran. For that (the rapt
one warns) is what papyr is meed
-
of, made of, hides and hints
and misses in prints. Till ye finally
-
(though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister
-
Typus, Mistress Tope and
all the little typtopies. Fillstup. So
you
-
need hardly spell me how every word will be
bound
over to carry
-
three score and ten toptypsical readings
throughout
the book of
-
Doublends
Jined (may his forehead be darkened with
mud who
-
would sunder!) till Daleth,
mahomahouma, who oped it closeth
-
thereof the. Dor.
-
Cry not yet! There's many a smile to Nondum,
with sytty
-
maids per man, sir, and the park's so dark by kindlelight.
But
-
look what you have in your
handself! The movibles
are scrawl-
-
ing in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat
and zingzang
-
for every busy eerie whig's
a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon
-
a thyme and two's behind
their lettice leap and
three's among
the
-
strubbely beds. And the
chicks
picked their teeths and the domb-
-
key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he
believes it.
And
-
so cuddy me only wallops
have heels. That one of a wife with
-
folty barnets. For then
was the age when hoops
ran
high. Of a
-
noarch and a
chopwife; of a pomme
full grave and a fammy of
-
levity; or of
golden youths
that wanted gelding; or of what the
-
mischievmiss made a man
do. Malmarriedad he was
reverso-
-
gassed by the frisque
of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique.
-
Maye faye, she's
la gaye this snaky
woman! From that trippiery
-
toe
expectungpelick! Veil,
volantine,
valentine
eyes. She's the
-
very besch Winnie blows Nay on good. Flou inn, flow ann.
-
Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy,
gentle
-
mien, we are in rearing
of a norewhig. So weenybeeny-
-
veenyteeny.
Comsy see! Hetwis
if ee newt.
Lissom!
lissom!
-
I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats!
And the larpnotes
-
prittle.
-
It was of a night, late, lang
time agone, in an auldstane eld,
-
when Adam was delvin and
his madameen spinning watersilts,
-
when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal
-
ribberrobber that ever had her
ainway everybuddy to his love-
-
saking eyes and everybilly
lived alove with everybiddy else, and
-
Jarl van Hoother had his
burnt
head high up in his lamphouse,
-
laying cold hands on himself. And his two little jiminies,
cousins
-
of ourn, Tristopher and
Hilary,
were kickaheeling their dummy
-
on the oil cloth flure
of his homerigh, castle and
earthenhouse.
-
And, be dermot, who come to the keep
of his inn only the
niece-
-
of-his-in-law, the prankquean.
And the prankquean pulled a rosy
-
one and made her wit foreninst
the dour. And she lit up and fire-
-
land was ablaze. And spoke
she to the dour in her petty perusi-
-
enne: Mark the Wans, why do
I am alook alike a poss of porter-
-
pease? And that was how the skirtmisshes
began. But the dour
-
handworded her grace
in dootch nossow:
Shut! So her grace
-
o'malice kidsnapped
up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan-
-
dy westerness she rain,
rain, rain. And Jarl van Hoother war-
-
lessed after her with soft dovesgall:
Stop deef stop come back to
-
my earin stop. But she swaradid
to him: Unlikelihud. And there
-
was a brannewail
that same sabboath night of falling
angles some-
-
where in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years'
-
walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the
blessings of the
love-
-
spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles
and she had her
-
four owlers masters for
to tauch him his tickles and she
convor-
-
ted him to the onesure allgood
and he became a luderman. So then
-
she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back
again
-
at Jarl van Hoother's in
a brace of samers and the jiminy with
-
her in her pinafrond,
lace at night, at another time. And where
-
did she come but to the bar of his bristolry.
And Jarl von Hoo-
-
ther had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt,
-
shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary and
-
the dummy in their first infancy
were below on the tearsheet,
-
wringing and coughing, like
brodar and histher. And the prank-
-
quean nipped a paly
one and lit up again and redcocks flew
flack-
-
ering from the hillcombs.
And she made her witter before the
-
wicked, saying: Mark the
Twy,
why do I am alook alike two poss
-
of porterpease? And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her
-
madesty. So her madesty
aforethought
set down a jiminy and
-
took up a jiminy and all the lilipath
ways to Woeman's Land she
-
rain, rain, rain. And Jarl von Hoother bleethered
atter
her with
-
a loud finegale: Stop domb
stop come back with my earring stop.
-
But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it. And there was
a wild
-
old grannewwail that laurency
night of starshootings somewhere
-
in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk
in
-
Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of
cromcruwell with
-
the nail of a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical
-
monitrix to touch him
his tears and she provorted him to the
-
onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian.
So then she started
-
raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom
ter,
she was
-
back again at Jarl von Hoother's and the Larryhill with her
under
-
her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by the
ward
-
of his mansionhome
of another nice lace for the third
charm?
-
And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane
hips up to his pantry-
-
box, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!), and
-
the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the
-
watercloth, kissing
and spitting, and roguing and poghuing,
like
-
knavepaltry
and naivebride and in their second
infancy. And the
-
prankquean picked a blank
and lit out and the valleys lay twink-
-
ling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway
of trihump,
-
asking: Mark the
Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss
of por-
-
ter pease? But that was how the skirtmishes endupped. For
like
-
the campbells acoming
with a fork lance
of lightning, Jarl von
-
Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the
dames, came
-
hip hop handihap
out through the pikeopened arkway of his
-
three shuttoned
castles, in his broadginger
hat and his civic chol-
-
lar and his allabuff hemmed
and his bullbraggin
soxangloves
-
and his ladbroke breeks
and his cattegut bandolair
and his fur-
-
framed panuncular
cumbottes like a
rudd
yellan gruebleen or-
-
angeman in his violet indigonation,
to the whole longth of the
-
strongth of his bowman's bill.
And he clopped his rude hand to
-
his eacy hitch and he
ordurd
and his thick spch spck for her to
-
shut up shop, dappy.
And the duppy shot
the shutter clup (Per-
-
kodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghundhurth-
-
rumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun!) And they all
drank
-
free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for
any
-
girls under shurts. And
that was the first peace of illiterative
-
porthery in all the flamend floody
flatuous
world. How kirssy the
-
tiler made a sweet unclose
to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore
-
shalt thou sea. Betoun
ye and be. The prankquean was to hold
-
her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep the peacewave
-
and van Hoother was to
git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness
-
of the burger felicitates
the whole of the polis.
-
O foenix culprit!
Ex nickylow malo comes
mickelmassed bo-
-
num. Hill, rill, ones in
company, billeted,
less be proud of.
Breast
-
high and bestride! Only
for that these will not breathe upon
-
Norronesen or Irenean the secrest
of their soorcelossness. Quar-
-
ry silex, Homfrie
Noanswa! Undy
gentian festyknees,
Livia No-
-
answa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned;
audiurient,
he would
-
evesdrip, were it mous
at
hand, were it dinn of bottles in the
far
-
ear. Murk,
his vales are darkling.
With lipth she lithpeth to him
-
all to time of thuch on thuch and thow
on thow. She he she ho
-
she ha to la. Hairfluke,
if he could bad twig her! Impalpabunt,
-
he abhears. The soundwaves
are his buffeteers; they trompe
him
-
with their trompes; the wave of roary
and the wave of hooshed
-
and the wave of hawhawhawrd
and the wave of neverheedthem-
-
horseluggarsandlisteltomine. Landloughed
by his neaghboormis-
-
tress and perpetrified in
his offsprung, sabes
and suckers, the
-
moaning pipers
could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one
-
whose loab we are
devorers of, how butt
for his hold halibutt, or
-
her to her pudor puff,
the lipalip one whose libe we drink at, how
-
biff for her tiddywink
of a windfall, our
breed
and washer givers,
-
there would not be a holey
spier on the town nor a vestal flout-
-
ing in the dock, nay to make
plein avowels,
nor a yew nor an eye
-
to play cash cash in
Novo Nilbud
by swamplight nor a' toole o'
-
tall o' toll
and noddy hint to the
convaynience.
-
He dug in
and dug out by
the skill of his
tilth for himself and
-
all belonging to him and he sweated
his crew beneath his auspice
-
for the living and he urned
his dread, that dragon
volant,
and he
-
made louse for us and delivered
us to boll weevils
amain,
that
-
mighty liberator, Unfru-Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad
he did,
-
our ancestor most worshipful,
till he thought of a better one in
-
his windower's house with that
blushmantle
upon him from ears-
-
end to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies
wake
-
him and may again when the fiery
bird disembers. And will
-
again if so be sooth by
elder to his youngers shall be said. Have
-
you whines for my wedding,
did you bring bride and bedding,
-
will you whoop for my deading
is a? Wake? Usgueadbaugham!
-
Anam muck
an dhoul! Did ye
drink me doornail?
-
Now be
aisy, good Mr
Finnimore, sir. And
take your laysure
-
like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad.
Sure you'd
-
only lose yourself in Healiopolis
now the way your roads in
-
Kapelavaster are that winding there after the
calvary,
the North
-
Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow
and Waddlings Raid and the
-
Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy
dew's
-
abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt
or the Cottericks' donkey
-
with his shoe hanging,
clankatachankata,
or a slut snoring with an
-
impure infant on a bench.
'Twould turn you against life, so
-
'twould. And the weather's that mean
too. To part from Devlin
-
is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome
one lushier
-
than its neighbour enfranchisable
fields but let your ghost have
-
no grievance. You're
better
off, sir, where you are, primesigned
-
in the full of your dress,
bloodeagle waistcoat and all,
remember-
-
ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls
under
-
your sycamore by the keld
water where the Tory's clay will scare
-
the varmints and have
all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket,
-
kerchief, ring and amberulla,
the whole treasure of the pyre, in the
-
land of souls with Homin
and Broin Baroke and pole
ole Lonan
-
and Nobucketnozzler
and the Guinnghis Khan. And we'll
be
-
coming here, the ombre players,
to rake your gravel and bringing
-
you presents, won't we, fenians?
And it isn't our spittle we'll stint
-
you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty
little imagettes, pennydirts
and
-
dodgemyeyes you
buy in the soottee stores. But
offerings
of the
-
field. Mieliodories, that Doctor Faherty, the
madison
man,
-
taught to gooden you. Poppypap's
a passport out. And honey is
-
the holiest thing ever was, hive,
comb
and earwax, the food for
-
glory, (mind you keep the
pot or your nectar
cup may yield too
-
light!) and some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to
bring you.
-
Your fame is spreading like
Basilico's
ointment since the Fintan
-
Lalors piped you overborder
and there's whole households be-
-
yond the Bothnians and
they calling names after you. The men-
-
here's always talking of you sitting around on the pig's
cheeks
-
under the sacred rooftree,
over the bowls of memory where every
-
hollow holds a hallow,
with a pledge till the drengs, in the
Salmon
-
House. And admiring to our supershillelagh
where the palmsweat
-
on high is the mark of your manument.
All the toethpicks ever
-
Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped
from that battery
-
block. If you were bowed
and soild and letdown itself from
the
-
oner of the load it was that paddyplanters
might pack up plenty and
-
when you were undone in every point fore the laps
of goddesses
-
you showed our labourlasses how to
free
was easy. The game old
-
Gunne, they do be saying,
(skull!) that was a planter for you, a
-
spicer of them
all. Begog but he was, the
G.O.G! He's dudd-
-
andgunne now and we're apter
finding the sores of his sedeq
-
but peace to his great limbs, the buddhoch,
with the last league
-
long rest of him, while the millioncandled eye of Tuskar
sweeps
-
the Moylean Main! There was never a warlord
in Great Erinnes
-
and Brettland, no, nor in
all Pike County like you, they say. No,
-
nor a king nor an ardking, bung king,
sung king or
hung king.
-
That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn't ring
-
round and hoist high the
stone that Liam failed. Who but a
Mac-
-
cullaghmore the reise of
our fortunes and the faunayman at the
-
funeral to compass our
cause?
If you was hogglebully itself and
-
most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where
was
-
your like to lay the
cable or who was the batter
could better
-
Your Grace? Mick Mac Magnus
MacCawley can take you off to
-
the pure perfection and
Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle
-
and cut. But as Hopkins and
Hopkins puts it, you were the pale
-
eggynaggy
and a kis to tilly up. We calls him the journeyall
-
Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in
Arssia
Manor. You
-
had a gamier cock than
Pete, Jake or Martin and your archgoose
-
of geese stubbled for
All Angels' Day. So may the priest of seven
-
worms and
scalding
tayboil,
Papa Vestray, come never anear
you
-
as your hair grows wheater
beside the Liffey that's in Heaven!
-
Hep, hep, hurrah there!
Hero!
Seven times thereto we salute
-
you! The whole
bag of kits,
falconplumes and jackboots
incloted,
-
is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system
-
of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic
of Copri-
-
capron. Your feet are in the cloister
of Virgo. Your
olala
is in the
-
region of
sahuls.
And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck
-
tick's swell. And that there
texas is tow
linen.
The loamsome
-
roam to Laffayette is
ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not
-
unrested! The headboddylwatcher
of the chempel of Isid,
-
Totumcalmum, saith:
I know thee, metherjar, I know thee, sal-
-
vation boat. For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama-
-
nation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming
-
is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors
-
and of the grammarians
of Christpatrick's ordered concerning
-
thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing.
Howe
of the ship-
-
men, steep wall!
-
Everything's going on the same or so it appeals
to all of us,
-
in the old holmsted
here. Coughings all over the sanctuary,
bad
-
scrant to me aunt Florenza. The
horn for breakfast, one o'gong
-
for lunch and dinnerchime. As popular as when Belly the First
-
was keng and his
members
met in the Diet of Man. The same
-
shop slop in the window.
Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's
-
Vi-Cocoa and the Eswuards' desippated
soup beside Mother Sea-
-
gull's syrup. Meat took a drop when
Reilly-Parsons failed.
Coal's
-
short but we've plenty of bog
in the yard. And barley's up again,
-
begrained to it. The lads
is attending school nessans regular,
sir,
-
spelling beesknees with
hathatansy
and turning out
tables
by
-
mudapplication.
Allfor
the books and never pegging smashers
-
after Tom Bowe Glassarse or Timmy the Tosser. 'Tisraely the
-
truth! No isn't it, roman
pathoricks? You were the doublejoynted
-
janitor the morning they
were delivered and you'll be a grandfer
-
yet entirely when the
ritehand
seizes what the lovearm knows.
-
Kevin's just a doat with
his cherub cheek, chalking
oghres
on
-
walls, and his little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of knicks,
playing
-
postman's knock round the diggings
and if the seep were milk
-
you could lieve his olde
by his ide but, laus sake, the devil does
-
be in that knirps of a
Jerry sometimes, the tarandtan plaidboy,
-
making encostive inkum
out of the last of his lavings and writing
-
a blue streak over
his bourseday shirt. Hetty
Jane's a child of
-
Mary. She'll be coming (for they're sure to choose her) in
her
-
white of gold with a tourch
of ivy to rekindle the flame on Felix
-
Day. But Essie Shanahan has
let
down her skirts. You remember
-
Essie in our Luna's Convent?
They called her Holly Merry her
-
lips were so ruddyberry
and Pia de Purebelle when the redminers
-
riots was on about her.
Were
I a clerk designate to the
Williams-
-
woodsmenufactors I'd poster
those pouters on every jamb
in the
-
town. She's making her rep
at Lanner's twicenightly. With the
-
tabarine tamtammers of
the whirligigmagees. Beats that cachucha
-
flat. 'Twould dilate
your heart to go.
-
Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees
and lie quiet and
-
repose your honour's lordship! Hold him here,
Ezekiel Irons,
and
-
may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's
spoor-
-
ing. Dimitrius O'Flagonan, cork
that cure for the Clancartys! You
-
swamped enough since
Portobello
to float the
Pomeroy. Fetch
-
neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be
nayther
-
angst of
Wramawitch! Here's
lumbos.
Where misties
swaddlum,
-
where misches lodge none,
where mystries pour kind on, O
-
sleepy! So
be yet!
-
I've an eye on queer
Behan and old
Kate
and the butter, trust me.
-
She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir postcards
to
-
help to build me murial,
tippers!
I'll trip your traps! Assure a
-
sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you.
Did or
-
didn't we, sharestutterers? So you won't be
up
a stump entirely.
-
Nor shed your remnants.
The sternwheel's crawling
strong. I
-
seen your missus in the
hall. Like the queenoveire. Arrah, it's
-
herself that's fine, too, don't be talking! Shirksends?
You storyan
-
Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan
grass woman
plelthy
-
good trout. Shakeshands. Dibble
a hayfork's wrong with her only
-
her lex's salig.
Boald
Tib
does be yawning and smirking cat's
-
hours on the Pollockses'
woolly
round tabouretcushion watch-
-
ing her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch
to
-
her last. Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement,
-
decoying more nesters to
fall down the flue. It's
allavalonche that
-
blows nopussy food. If you only were there to explain the
mean-
-
ing, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver.
The lips
-
would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Fin-
-
drinny Fair. What with reins
here and ribbons there all your
-
hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or
at
-
sea or swooped through the
blue like Airwinger's bride. She
-
was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome
yet. She can second a
-
song and adores a scandal when the
last post's gone by. Fond
of
-
a concertina and pairs
passing when she's had her forty winks
-
for supper after
kanekannan and abbely
dimpling
and is in her
-
merlin chair assotted,
reading her Evening World. To see is
-
it smarts,
full lengths
or swaggers. News, news, all the news.
-
Death, a leopard, kills fellah
in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount.
-
Stilla Star with her lucky in
goingaways.
Opportunity
fair with
-
the China floods and we hear these rosy
rumours. Ding Tams he
-
noise about all same Harry
chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle
-
a chuckle, in and out
of their serial story, Les Loves of Selskar
-
et Pervenche, freely adapted to The Novvergin's
Viv. There'll
-
be bluebells blowing
in salty sepulchres
the night she signs her
-
final tear. Zee End. But that's
a world of ways away. Till track
-
laws time. No silver ash
or switches for that one! While flattering
-
candles flare. Anna
Stacey's how are you! Worther waist
in the
-
noblest, says
Adams and
Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. Her
-
hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose
you
-
now! Finn no more!
-
For, be
that samesake
sibsubstitute of a hooky
salmon, there's
-
already a big rody ram
lad at random on the premises
of his
-
haunt of the hungred bordles,
as it is told me. Shop Illicit,
-
flourishing like a lordmajor
or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop
-
a deadlop (aloose!)
to lee but lifting a bennbranch
a yardalong
-
(Ivoeh!) the
breezy
side (for showm!), the height of
Brew-
-
ster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas
Barnum; humph-
-
ing his share of the
showthers is senken on him he's such
a
-
grandfallar, with a
pocked
wife in pickle that's a flyfire
and three
-
lice nittle clinkers,
two twilling bugs
and one midgit pucelle.
-
And aither he
cursed and
recursed and was everseen doing what
-
your fourfootlers saw
or he was never done seeing what you
cool-
-
pigeons know, weep the clouds aboon
for smiledown witnesses,
-
and that'll do now
about the fairyhees and the frailyshees.
-
Though Eset fibble
it to the zephiroth and
Artsa zoom
it round
-
her heavens for ever. Creator he has created for his creatured
-
ones a creation. White
monothoid? Red theatrocrat?
And all the
-
pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however 'twas
-
'tis sure for one thing, what
sherif Toragh
voucherfors
and
-
Mapqiq makes
put out,
that the man, Humme the Cheapner,
-
Esc, overseen as we thought
him, yet a worthy of the naym,
-
came at this
timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial
-
fermament one tide on
another, with a bumrush in a hull
of a
-
wherry, the twin turbane
dhow,
The Bey
for Dybbling, this
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archipelago's first
visiting schooner, with a wicklowpattern
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waxenwench
at her prow for a figurehead,
the deadsea dugong
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updipdripping from his
depths, and has been repreaching him-
-
self like a fishmummer these
siktyten years ever since, his
shebi
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by his shide,
adi and aid,
growing hoarish under his turban and
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changing cane sugar
into sethulose starch (Tuttut's
cess
to him!)
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as also that, batin the bulkihood
he bloats about when innebbi-
-
ated, our old offender
was humile, commune and
ensectuous
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from his nature, which you may gauge
after the bynames was
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put under him, in
lashons of languages, (honnein suit and
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praisers be!) and, totalisating him, even
hamissim of himashim
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that he, sober serious, he is ee
and no counter he who will be
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ultimendly respunchable
for the hubbub caused in Eden-
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borough.
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