Fair copy, some pages redrafted, December 1926, I.1 draft level 2, 2+, 2++

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|2|ariver riverrunº a|2| brings us back to

Howth Castle &º Environs.º Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passencore rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war:º nor had |2stream topsawyer's2| rocks by the |2stream2| Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens |2County, Georgia, County's gorgiosº2| while they went doublin |2their mumper2| all the time:º nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venisoonº after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac:º not yet, though all's fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone |2Joenathan nathandjoe2|. 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 waterface.

The fall (bababadal­gharaghtakammin­arronnkonn­bronn­tonnerronntuonn­thunntrovarrhoun­awnskawn­toohoohoordenen­thurnuk!)º 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 schute of Finnigan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sendsº 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 toº rust upon the green since Devlins firstº loved livy.
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What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishygods! |2Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek!º Ualu Ualu Ualu Kóax Kóax Kóax!º Úalu Úalu Úalu!º Quáouáuh!º2| What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
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and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetabsolvers! What true feeling for their's |2hair hayair2| 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!)º how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But was is? Is aught? Ere were sewers?º The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where ashesº lay and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

|2Bygmister Bygmester2| Finneganº, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's maurer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofarback for messuages and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edifices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie |2hugged ugged2| the little craythur Wither hayre in honds tuck up your partinherº. Oftwhile balbulous, mitre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, he would |2saw be caligulate |aby multiplicablesa| the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw2| by |2the light neatlight2| of the liquor wheretwin 'twas bornº his roundhead staple |2of other days2| to rise |2of in2| undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!),º a waalworth of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from
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next to nothing and celescalatingº the himals and all, hierarchitectitoploftical, with a |2bough burningº bush2| abobº off its baubletop and with larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clottering down.

Of the first was he to bare arms and a name. His crest of huroldry, in vert with ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned. His scutchum,º 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 |2vine, sendday's vine! Sendday's2| eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!

What then agentlike brought about |2that tragoady |athundersday thuddersdayºa|2| this municipal sin business? 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 (thereº extand by now one thousand and one stories, all told, of the same).º But so sore did abe ite ivvy's holired abbles (what withº the wallhall's horrors of rollsrights, carhacks, stoneengensº, |2hippohobbilies,2| kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons, |2hippohobbilies,2| streetfleets, tournintaxes, megaphoggs, 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 merlnburrow burrocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his
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blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozenº |2and the |anoobibus noobibusesºa| sleighding down along Safetyfirst Streetº and the derryjellybies snooping around Tell-No-Tailors'º Corner2| and the fumes and the hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers, homesweepers, domecreepers,º |2thurum and thurum in fancymud murum2| and all the uproor from all the aufroofsº, a roof for may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony)º wan warning Phill felt tippling full. His howd filled heavy, his hoddit did shake. There was a wall of course in erection.º Dimb! He stottered from the latter. Damb! Heº was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom, |2mastabadtom mastabadtomm2|, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For whole the world to see.

|2Size? Shize?2| I should |2see shee2|! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diii,º of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternationº and their |2duodecimally duodisimally2| profusive plethora of ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and sheriffs and citherers and raiders and cinemen too. And allº gianed in with the shoutmost shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog. 'Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen his pillowscone, tap up his bier! E'erawhere in this whirl would ye hear sich a din again? |2For hold hangsigns For hold handsigns2| and the dusty fidelios. They laid him |2broadon brawdawn2| 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!
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Hurrah, there isº but young glebeº for the owl globe wheels in view which is |2testamount to tautaulogically2| the same thing. Well, Himº a being so on the flounder of his bulk |2like an overgrown babeling2|, let wee peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought,º platterplate w.º 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 his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him
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rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvylong 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 teary turty |2Tubling Taubling2|. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gif|2, a gross if,º2| we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down but |2grauny spreads grinny sprids2| the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Finfoefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpantry'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 bodeyº behold of him as behe moth for he is nowheremore. Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. Almost rubicund salmon, ancient fromout the ages of the Agapemonides, 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 brontoichthyanº form outlined,º aslumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the troutling stream that Bronto loved and Bronto has a lean on?º |2Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam.2| Whatif she be in flags or flitters, reekierags or sundyeclosiesº, with a mint of monies or beggar a pinnyweight,º arrahº, sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny, or, we mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid piddle med puddle,º she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh! Brontolone slaaps,º yoh snoors!º Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple Iseut too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer |2yuthner in2| yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass, stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the magazine wall, where our |2maggies maggy2| seen all, with her sister-in-shawlº. While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty,º bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tararabomº, lurk the ombushes, the site of the lyffing-in-wait of the upjock and hockums. Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is
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enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful waterloose country and theyº two quitewhite villagettes
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who hear show of themselves so gigglesomeº minxt the follyages, the prettilees! Penetrators are permitted into the museomoundº free. Welsh and the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk.º For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the Mistressº Kathe. Tip.

This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroomº. This is a Prooshious gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshious, 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. 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 Willingdone, grand and magentic,º in his goldtin spurs and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's gharters and his bangkok's best and goliar's goloshes and his pulluponeasyan 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, stooping. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. This is the pitty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Touchole FitzTuomushº. Dirty MacDykeº. And Hairy O'Hurryº. All of them arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the grandº Mons Injun. This is the crimmealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums. This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This
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is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel on the battle.º Awful Grimmest Sun'shat Cromwelly,º Looted. This is the jinnies' hastings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin red lines acrossº the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw! Leaper Orthor. Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugacting. Nap. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous over all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is |2gone gonn2| boycotton onto the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This is me Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secret word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hurold dispitchback. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me Belchum. Ayi,
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ayi, ayi!
Cherry jinnies. Damn fairy ann.º Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me Belchum in his twelvemileº cowchooks footing the camp for the jinnies. Drinkasipº, drankasup, for he'dº as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. This is the blessed. 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! This is camelry, this is floodens, this is panickburns. This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Ghoatº strip Finnlambs!º This is jinnies rinning away dowan a bunkersheels. With a trip on a trip on a trip on a trip so airy. This is me Belchum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for |2cotchin citchin2| the crapes in the cool of his canister. 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-poº on the rinnaway jinnies. This is the pittiest
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of the lipoleums,º Toffeethief, that spy on the sameº Willingdone from his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushellors. This is |2the hiena2| hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooleyboyº and the hinnessy. |2Tip.2| This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromout of the bluddlefilthº. 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 ofº Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone,º Culpenhelp, wagglingº his tailoscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo seeboy. Hney, hney, hney! This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone:º Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman, tenders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin. 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.º How Copenhagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out!º

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What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! And such reasonable weather too! The |2wind's wind'z awalt'z2| aroundº the |2downs piltdowns2| and on every blasted knollyrock there's that gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle, wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle, |2helpalittle helfalittle2|, pelfalittle gnarlybird. She nivverº comes out when Thon's on shower or when Thon's flash with the Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toomcracks down the gaels of Thon. Her would be too moochy aveerd. She jest does hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, aº peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, picking here, pecking there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans |2to the minutia workers2| and there'sº to be a gorgeups truce forº all the childers. She's burrowed the coacher's lamp the better to pry 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 bloostanedº breeks in em andº boaston nightgarters and masses of shoesets and nickelly nacks and fodderº allmicheal and a lugly parson of cates and howitzer muchearsº and midgers and maggets, wells and wails,º and the last sigh that come fro the hart and the fairest sin the sun sawº. With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. Undo lives' endº. Slain.º

How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly forebidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheticals so as |2to willº2| make us all |2lord heirs lordyheirsº2| and ladymaidesses of a pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and laffing |2unto tears through all plores2| for us |2(her birth is uncontrollable!),º2| with a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias,º if you ask me and I saack you. Hou!
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hou! Gricks may rise andº Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture)
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for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makesº lifework leaving and the world's a cell for citters to |2sit cit2| in. Let young wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth behind the butteler's back. Sheº 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 mercenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation |2(floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an |aeyebusch eyebruschºa| on |athe face this |bglaubrousb| phacea| of Herrschuft Whatarwelter2| she'll loan a vesta and hire some peat and sarch the shores |2for her2| cockles to |2eat heat2| and she'll do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the blaziness on. Puffpuff. And even if Humpty |2were to shell2| fall frumpty times as awkward again there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mournhim|2, sunnyº side up with care2|. So true is it that therewhere's a turnover the tay is |2there wet2| too and when you think you ketch sight of a hind make sure |2you're not but you're2| cocked by a hin.

Then as she is on her behaviourite job we may take our review of the two mounds,º to see nothing of the himples here as at elsewhere, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collinesº sitting around, scentbreeched and somepotreek,º in their swishawish satins and their taffetaffe tights, at a treepurty in the purk. Stand up, mickies! Make stray for minnies! 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 countrybossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its several tones and every |2tone trade2| has its clever mechanics and each harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the |2right rise2| and Ivor's on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all there scraping along |2for a livelihood to to sneeze out a likelihood that will2| solve and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the |2macroberg macroborg2| of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied des Poudres. |2Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam.2| Behove this
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sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen. Royally? One sovereign punned to |2piltry petery2| 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 chabelshoveller with the mujikal chocolotº box, Miry Mitchel, is listening.)º I say, the remains of the outworn gravemure
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where used to be blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only pretendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed lishener, Fiery Farrelly.)º It is well known. Lookº for himself and see the |2site old butte new2|. Dbln. W.K.O.O. Hear? By the mausolime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fumfum. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be |2lishening lichening2| for allofº. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord shall be theirs for ollavesº.

Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius in his grand old historiorum,º wrote near Boriorum, bluest book in |2race's baile's2| annals, f.t. in Dyfflinarskyº ne'er sall fail til heathersmoke and cloudweed Eire's ile sall pall. And here now they are,º the fear of um. Unum.º A bulbenboss surmounted upon an |2alderman eldermanº2|. Ay, ay! Duum.º A shoe on a puir owldº (+2ooman wilab+)2|. Ah, ho! Triom.º An auburn mayde, o'brine a'bride, to be desarted. Adear, adear! Quodlibus.º A penn no weightier nor a polepost. And so. And all.

So|2, how idlers' wind turning pages on pages,2| annals of themselves|2,º timing the cycles,2| bring |2facileways fassilwise2| to pass howº

1132 a.d. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ublanium.

|~2~|2| 566º a.d. On Baalfire's eveº of this year |2after deluge2| a crone that
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hadde a wickered kishº for to hale dead turves from the bog lookit under the blay of her kishº as she ran and |2found be me sawl but she founº2| hersell sackvulle of swart goody quickenshoon and small illigant brogues, so rich in sweat. Bluchyº works at Hurdlesford.


566º a.d. At this time it fell out that a |2brazenlock brazenlockt2| damsel grieved |2(Sobralasolas!º)2| because |2that Puppette2| her minionº was ravisht of her by the ogre Europeus |+2Pius Pious+|2|. Bloody wars in |v+2Ballyaughacleeabally Ballyaughacleeaghballyv+|2|.

1132º a.d. Two sons at an hour were born |v+2unto untilv+|2| a goodman and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas. Primas was a sentryman and drilled all decent people. Caddy went to Winehouse and wrote |2a o2| peace |2of a2| farce. Blotty words for Dublin.

|2Somewhere|v+, parently,v+| in the |v+ginnandgov+| gap between antediluvious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his scroll. The |v+billyv+| flood rose or an elk charged him or the |asultran sultrup |bworldwrightb| |v+(bolt, in sum)v+|a| |aof froma| the |aexcelsious |v+excelsissimous excelsissimostv+|
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empyreana| |v+(bolt, in sum)v+| earthspake or the Dannamanº gallous banged pan the bliddy duran. A scribicide then and there |+was is+| |alet leda| off |+under old's code+| with |aa fine of some four shillings and sixpence some fine covered by |v+some sex sixv+| marks or ninepinceº in metalmen |bfor the sake of his labour's drossb|a| while it |+was will be+| only |anow |v+& andv+| againa| |v+towards inv+| our |aend reara| of |athe oura| era, as |aa result an |v+offshoot upshootv+|a| of military and civil |awars engagementsa|,º that a |aman gynecurea| was |asent let ona| to the |agallows scuffolda| for taking that |asamea| fine sum |acovertly by meddlementa| |v+from withv+| |athe drawers ofa| his neighbour's safe.

|v+2Yet Nowv+|2| after all that |2now|a, farfatch'dº and peregrineº or duignantº or clere,ºa| lift we our |aeyes ears, eyes of the darkness,a| from |v+the tome ofv+| Liber Lividus and |v+(toh!)ºv+|2| how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes and gloamering glades,º selfstretches afore us our friedland's plain! Lean |2|+neath stone pine+|2| the pastor lies with his crook; young pricket by pricket's sisterº nibbleth on returned viridities; amaid her |2rocking2| grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness; skyup is of evergrey. Thus, too, for donkey's years. Since the bouts of Hebear and Hairyman the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun,
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the duskrose has choosed out |2unreadtown's Goatstown's2| hedges, twolips have pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights, the whitethorn and the |+2blackthorn redthorn+|2| have fairygayedº the mayvalleys of Knockmaroon:º and,º though for rings round them, during a chiliad of perihelygangs,º the Formoreans have brittled the tooath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Firebugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevanses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the Cityº |2(Year! Year! |v+Laughtears! And laughtears!v+|)2|,º these paxsealing buttonholes have quadrilled across the centuries andº |2here now whiff whiff now whafft2| to us, fresh and made-of-all-smiles asº on the eve of Killallwho.

The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium hold them!);º they were and went; thigging thugs were and houhnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool fiansees. Menº have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean kerry piggy?º Andº the duncledames have countered with the hellish fellows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly?º 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!º And,º but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush!º 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 Timmycanº timped hir, |2tempting Tom tampting Tam2|.


In the name of Anem this carl |2|aa parth a lonea|2| on the kopje |2a parth a lone2| who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot.
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Meseemethº a |2mansman dragonsman2|.º He is almonthst on the kiefº fief |2by2| here, is Comestipple Sacksunº, be it junipery or febrewery, |2malts marracks2| or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and
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froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahon!º |2It is evident the michindaddy.2| He can prapsposterus the pillory way to |2the pillar Hirculos Pillarº2|. Scuse us, chorley guy! You tollerday donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegianº? Nn. You spigotty anglease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so!º 'Tis a Jute. Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach eather |2yapyazard2| abast the blooty creeks.

jute: |2Juta! Yutah!2|

mutt:º |2Much pleasure Mukk's pleasurad2|.

jute: Are you |2deff jeff2|?

mutt: Somehards.º

jute: But you are not jeffmute?

mutt: Noho. Only an utterer.

jute: Whoa? |2What Whoat2| is the mutter with you?

mutt: I became a stun a stummer.

jute: What a hauhauhauhaudibleº thingº 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 |2that side your voise2| are almost inedible to me. Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were you.

mutt: Urpº Boohooru! Booru Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I |2rememerem rimimirim2|!

jute: Let me cross your qualm with trinkgiltº. Here have silvanº coyne, a |2peace piece2| of |2oak |agoaks oaka|2|.

mutt: |2Louee, louee!2| How wooden I not know it, the intellible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! |2Cead mealy faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsyº!2| He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here
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whereº the liveries, Monomark. There where the missers moony, Minnikin Passeº.

jute: Sumplyº because,º as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstoryshortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubbages on to soil here?º

mutt: Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a riverpool.
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jute: Load allmarshyº! Wid wad for a norse like?

mutt: Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum rex roome! I could snore toº him |2of the spumy horn2|, |2with his2| woolseley side in,º by the neck I am sutton on, did Brian |2erased |v+O'Flinn d'of Linnv+|2|.

jute: Boiledoyleº and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly forstandº |2a weird from sturk to |v+finnisk of finnic inv+|2| such a patwhotº as your rutterdamrotter, onheardº of and umscene!º Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.

mutt: |2Save |aI quite agree Quite agreema| |v+but save. Bussavev+|2| a sec. Walk a dun blink roundward this allbutisleº and you skull see how olde ye plaine, hunfree and ours, |2where wone |v+and tov+| wail whimbrel |ato |v+and tov+| peeweea| o'er the Saltingsº, where |v+will be wilbyv+| citie |aby law of isthmona|, where |aby dr a droit of signoryºa| icefloe wasº2| from |2his2| Inn the Bygningº to |2his2| Finishthere Punct. |2|aLet erehim |bremember ruhmuhrmuhrb|.a| |aMearging of |v+Mearmerging of Mearmergev+|a| two races |+here, swete and brack+|. |aHere, estuard Hither, |v+cracking crachingv+| estuardsºa|, they are in surgence: |aHere henceº,a| cool |aebbing at ebba|, they requiesce.2| Countlessness of livestories have netherfallen |+2here by this plage+|2|, flick as |v+2slowflakes flowflakesv+|2|, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of whirlwordsº. Now are all tombed to the mound, ishges to ishgesº, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thyº prize!

jute: 'Stench!

mutt: Fiatfuit! Hereinunder |v+2they lie lyetheyv+|2|. Llarge by the smal an' everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the greatgrandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig, |2|v+drukn on ild,v+|2| likeas equal to |v+2unequal anequalv+|2| in this sound seemetery which |2is zlunreades iz zleebes2| luv.
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jute: Zwoums!

mutt:º 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! Humbeldyº Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in your whisht!

jute: Whysht?

mutt: The gyant Forficules with Amni the |2fay. fay.2|

|2jute: Howe?2|

|2mutt:2| Here is viceking's graab.

jute: Hwaad!

mutt: Ore you astoneaged, jute you?

jute: Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud!º

(Stoop),º if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop)º in this allaphbed! |2A terricolous vivelyonview |athis;a| queer and, it continues to be,º quakkyº.2| 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 turnpathº. Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and arming bellicose figurines see here. |2Futhor Futhorc2|, this littleº effingee is for a firefing called a flintforfall. faceº at the eased! O,º I fay! Faceº at the waist! Ho, you fie! |2Upwup Upwap2| and dump em, dace to eace! When a
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part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make the tomtummy's payroll. Right |2are rank2| rox and with these rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha, whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that's |2tuck thuck2| in its |2toil thoil2| like |2tumfool's traitor thumfool's thraitor2| thrust for vengeance. Whatº a mnice old mness it all mnakes! A middenhideº hoard of abjectsº! Olives, beets, kimmells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets' eegs (O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now |2|v+quitev+|2| epsilene, and oldwoldy wobblewersº haudworth a wipe |v+2a ov+|2| grass. |v+2Ssss! Sss!v+|2| See the snake wurrums everyside!º Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. |2They came to |aus our islandº from triangular |v+Toucheeterre Toucheaterre |abeyond the wet prairiea|v+|a| |awith a cargo, |v+reared raredv+| up ami in the midst of the cargona| of prohibitive |apomefruits pomefructs,ºa| but |aalong |+came landed+| Paddy Dippinghamº anda| |v+the garbagecan the hisº garbagecansv+| |+got cotched+| |athe creeps ofa| them |aquicker prickera| than |aa woman |v+a ourv+| whosethere outofmana| could |aprick quicka| up her |aears whatsthatsa|.2| Somedivide and sumthelot |v+2and butv+|2| the |2tale tally2| turns |v+2up roundv+|2| the same balifuson.. Axeº on thwacks onº thracks, axenwise. One by one place one be three and one before. Two nursus one make |2a plausible2| free and idim behind. What a |2tale meanderthalltaleº2| to unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and auntisquattorº and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be,º every tim, mickº and larry of us, sons of the sod, sons, littlesons, yea and lealittlesons, when usses not to be, every sue, |2ciss siss2| and sally of us, dugters of nan! Accusative ahnsire! Damadam to infinities!
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True there was |2then in those dieybos2| as yet no lumpend papeer in the waste and mightmountain |2Pen Penn2| still groaned for the micies to |2deliver let flee2|. 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 quod. But the world, mind, is, was and will be writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that fall
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under the ban of our |2infrarational2| senses. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them,º chap them, cut them up allways;º leave them to terracook inº the slowth of theº muttheringpot: and |2the gutenmorg of a magnum Gutenmorgº with his cromagnom2| charter |2wit, tintingfast and great primerº2| must once for |2an all omniboss2| step |2printly rubrickredd2| out of the wordpress else is there no virtue more in alcohoran. For that is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till we finally (though not yet |v+2blank endlikev+|2|) meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Fillstup. So you need hardly spell me |v+2that howv+|2| every word will be bound |2|v+overv+|2| to carry three score and ten toptypsical readingsº throughout theº book of |2Dublends unread Doublends Jined2| till Daleth, who oped it,º |2closes closeth2| thereof |2the door the dor2|.

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 |2handful handself2|! The movibles are scrawling in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and zingzang,º for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. Of a noarch and a chopwife; orº 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. |2Hohore!2| Eet wis if |2a ee2| newt. Lissom! Lissom!º 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
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was delvin and his
madameen spinning watersilts, when |2big mountin mulk mountynotty2| man was everybully and the first leal ribberrobber |2that ever had her ain way ainway2| everybuddy elseº to his makin eyes and whenº everybilly lived alove with everybiddy elseº 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 oursº, Tristopher and Hilary, wereº kickaheeling their dummy on the oilclothº flure of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse. And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the |2niece of his niece-of-his-in-law2|, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her wit forenenstº the dour. And she lit up |2and fireland was ablaze2|. And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease? 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 shandy westerness she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud. And there was a brannewwailº that same sabbaothº night of falling angles somewhere in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the lovespots off the jiminy with soap |2sulliver's sulliver2| suddlesº and she had her four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convorted 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 vanº Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands with himself,º and the jiminyº Hilaryº and
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the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet, wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher. And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again and |2redcocks flew |aup flackeringa| from the hillcombs. And2| she made her witter before the wicked, saying: Mark the Twy, who do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease? And: Shut!º says the wicked, handwording her madesty. So her madesty a'forethoughtº set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain. And |2the2| Jarl vanº 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 altarsameº laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in |2blank Turnlemeem2| and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix
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to tauchº him his tears and she |2convorted provorted2| him to the onecertain allsecureº 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 vanº Hoother's and the Larryhillº 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 vanº Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox, 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 |2the valleys lay twinkling. And2| she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking: Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of porterpeaseº? But that was how the skirtmisshesº endupped. For,º like the campbells acoming with a |2lance forklanceº2| of lightning, Jarl vanº Hoother |2Boanerges2| himself, the old terror of the dames, came hip hop handihap out through the |2opened pikeopened2| arkway of his three shuttoned castlesº in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff |2shurt hemmedº2| like a rudd yellan gruebleen orangeman 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 ordered and his thick |2spuck spuck spch spck2| for her to shut up shop, dammy. And the dummy shot the shutter up.º (gok­gorlayorrgrom­gremmitghun­dhurthrum­athunaradidillifai­titillibumullunuk­kunen!)º And they all drank free. |2For one man in his armour |ais wasa| a |agood fata| match always for any girls under |askirts shurtsa|.2| And that was the first peace of illiterativeº porthery in |2the whole all the2| flamend floodyº flatuous world. The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jiminiesº 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 |2erased foenix2| culprit! Ex nickylow |2cometh good malo comes |amickela| bonum2|. Hill, rill, ones in company, billeted, less be proud of. Breast high and bestride! Only for that these will not breetheº |2|++|aerased erased erased erased upon Norrönesenº or Ireneana|++|2| theº secrest of their |+2soorcelessness soorcelossness+|2|. Quarry silex, Homfrie Noanswa?º Undy |2|+gentian+|2| |v+2festykniss festykneesv+|2|, Livia Noanswa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would |2|v+hearv+|2| evesdrip, were it mouseº at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far ear.º Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow.º Hairflukeº, if |2|v+av+|2| he could |v++2but badv++|2| twig her! Impalpabunt, |2i++in his slieve agroaning,v++|2| he abhears. The soundwaves are his
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buffeteers. Theyº trompe him with their trompes:º the wave of roaring and the wave of hooshed and the wave of |v+2bawahawrd bawhawawrdºv+|2| and the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlistletomine. |2|+Landloughed i++with byv++| his neaghboormistress and+|2| |+2Perpetrified perpetrified+|2| in his offsprung, |2|+sabes and suckers,º+|2| the moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback|2, the |+loathly louthly+| oneº whose |+loaf loab+| we are i++devourers devorersv++| of,2| how butt for his |2old butt hold halibutt |a|v+and, orv+| her to her |v+blank pudorpuffº,v+| the |v+flowy |aflowaway lipalipa|v+| oneº whose |v+life |alipe libea|v+| we drink at, how |+bitt biff+| for her tiddywink |v+of av+| windfall, our |+bread and water breed and washer+| givers,a|2| there would not be a |2holey2| spier on the town |++2or nor++|2| a vestal |2flouting2| in the dock, nay,º |2to make plein avowel,2| nor a yew nor an eye
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to play cashcashº in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a'toole o'tall o'tallº and noddy hint to the convaynience. |2|v+

v+|2| He |2|+dug in and dug out by the skill of his |ateeth tiltha| for himself and all belonging to him and he+|2| sweated his crew beneath his auspice for the living and he urned his |+2dead dread +|2| and he made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain|2|+, that mighty liberator,º+|2| and begad he did |2|+till he thought of a better one+|2| in his windower's houseº with that blushmantle upon him from earsend to earsend. |2|++And would again i+++if the couldv+++| whispring grassies i+++waked wakev+++| him.++| |++Anam a dhoul!º Didº ye |athink drinka| me dead?++| |++Now,º be aisy, good i+++Mister Mrv+++| unread |aFinnomore i+++Finnomor Finnimorev+++|a|, sir.º And take your laysure and i+++not don'tv+++| be walking abroadi+++, sirv+++|.++| |+++Sure,º you'd only lose yourself the way the roads are |athata| winding now and wet your feetº maybe.+++| |+++You'reº better off, sir, where you have all you want.
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Andº we'll be bringing
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you presents, won't we
?+++| |+++Honey is the holiest thing ever was |aerased erased erased |sb(mindº you keep pot!)sb|a|, or someº goat's milk, sir.º+++| i+++The menhere's always talking of you. The grand old Gunne, they do be saying, thatº was aº planter for you!º He's duddandgunne now but peace to his great limbs with the long rest of him!v+++| i+++Everything's going on the same. Coal's short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again!ºv+++| |++The young boys is attending school regular, sir. i+++And barley'sv+++| |adown i+++dropped.v+++|a|++| i+++Hetty Jane's a Childº of Mary.v+++| |++Andº Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. |a'Twould delight your heart to see.
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|2|++Aisy nowi+++, you decent man, |awith your kneesa|v+++| and lie quiet and repose your honour's lordship!++| i+++I've an eye on queer Behan and |aOld oldºa| Kate and the |amilk buttera|, trust me.v+++| |++And we put on your clock again, sir|a, for youa|.++| |++And i+++it'sv+++| herself i+++is that'sv+++| fine, too,º i+++don't be talking,v+++|++| |++and fond of the concertina in the of an evening.++| |++Her |shhair's asº brown as ever it wassh|. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you now! i+++Finnomore! Finn no more!v+++|++|2| |v++2And Forv++|2|, be the hooky |v++2sammon salmonv++|2|, there's |2already2| a big rody lad |v+2nowv+|2| at random on the premises |2of his
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|v+house hauntv+| of the hungred bordles
2|, as it is told me,º |2Shop Illicit,2| flourishing like a |2lordmayor lordmajorº |aor a |bbohbay tree buaboabaybohm«+++, litting flop a deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a benbranchº a yardalong (ivoeh!) on the breezy sides+++|b|a|2| (for |2show showm2|!), the height of Brewster's chimpney |2|+and as broad below as Phineas Barnum+|2|,º humphing his |2|++i+++shares sharev+++| of the++|2| |++2shoulders showthers |aon hima|++|2| he's such a granfallarº, with a |v++2pockedwife pocked wifev++|2| in pickle that's a flyfire and three lice nittle clinkers, two twillingº bugs and one midgit pucelle. Andº |+2either aither+|2| he |2did cursed |v+& andv+| recursed |v+& andv+| was everseenº doing2| what |2you know |v+you fourfootlers i+++you yourv+++| foorfootlersv+| saw2| or he |2did not was neverdoneº seeing2| what you |2|+pigeons coolpigeons+|2| know, weep the clouds |2above aboon2| for smiledown witnesses, and that'll do now about |2that |afrailies and fairies the i+++frailyshees fairyheesv+++| and the i+++fairyhees frailysheesv+++|a|2|. |2Very much so!2| But however 'twas 'tis sure for one thing that the manº, |2Humme the Cheapner, |+Esc,+|2| overseenº as we thought him, came at this |2|+timecoloured+|2| place |2|+where we live+|2| one |v+++2time tidev+++|2| on anotherº |2|+with a bumrushº+|2| in a hull of a wherry|2|+, i+++the dhowºv+++| The Bey |aof fora| Dybblingº,+|2| and has been |+2repeating repreaching+|2| himself like |2fish a fishmummer these sixtytenº years2| ever since,º |2growing hoarish under his turban |aand |v+turning changingv+| |b|v+cane's canev+|b| sugar into |bsethuloseb| starchºa| (Tuttut's cess to him!),º2| as also that,º batin the bulkihood he |v+2bloated bloatsv+|2| about when innebbiated, |+2he our old offender+|2| was humile, commune and ensectuous from his nature, |v+2as whichv+|2| you may |+2guess i+++guage gaugev+++|+|2| after the byname |2was2| put under him |2(praisers be!)2|,º and|2|+, totalisating him,+|2| that |2|v+hev+|, sober serious,2| he is he and no |v+2other counterv+|2| he who will be ultimendly respunchable for the |+2hall cost of everything hubbub caused in Edenborough+|2|.