Galleys 1st set, March 1937-February 1938, I.3 draft level 9

MS British Library 47476b 30-46 Draft details

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|9Chest Cee!9| 'Sdense! Corpo di baraggio! You spoof of visibility in a freakfog, of mixed sex cases among goats, hill cat and plain mousey, Bigamy Bob and his old Shanvocht! The Blackfriars treacle plaster outrage be liddled! Therewith was released in that kingsrick of Humidia a poisoning volume of cloud barrage indeed! Yet all they who heard or redelivered are now |9|+with that family of bards and Vergobretas himself and the crowd of Caraculacticors+|9| as much no more as be they not yet now or had they then notever been. Canbe in some future we shall presently here |9amid those zouave players of Inkermann the mime mumming the mick and his nick miming |athe theira| maggies|a, Hilton St Just (Mr Frank Smith), Ivanne Ste Austelle (Mr J. F. Jones)|+, Coleman of Lucan taking four parts, the D'O the Doily a choir of the |aO'Daleya| O'Doyles doublesixing the chorus |ain Fenn MacCallº and the Serven Feeries of Loch Neach, Galloper Tropples and Hurleyquinna|,+|a| andº9| the zitherer of the past with his merrymen all, zimzim zimzim. Of the persins sin this Eyrawyggla saga (which|9, thorough readable to int from and,9| is from tubb to buttom all falsetissues, antilibellous and nonactionable and this applies to its whole wholume) |9Osti, poor Osti-Fosti,º |+described as+|9| quite a musical genius in a small way and the owner of an exceedingly niced ear, with tenorist voice to match, |9not alone, but a very major poet of the poorly meritary order (he began Tuonisonian but worked his passage up as far as the we-all-hang-together Animandovites),º9| no one end is known. |9|+If they
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whistled him before he had curtains up they are whistling him still after his curtain's doom's doom.
+|9| Ei fù. |9|+Poor His wife His husband,º poor+| old9| A'Hara |9(Okaroff?)9|, crestfallen by things and down at heels at the time, they squeak, accepted the (Zassnoch!) ardree's shilling at the conclusion of the Crimean War and, having flown his wild geese, enlisted in Tyrone's horse, the Irish whites, and soldiered a bit with Wolsey under the assumed name of Blanco Fusilovna Bucklovitch (spurious) after which the cawer and the marble halls of Pump Court Columbarium|9, the |shhome of
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the old seakings
9| looked upon each other |9no more and queth their haven evermore9| for it transpires that on the other side of the water it came about that on the field of Vasileff's Cornix inauspiciously with his unit he perished|9, saying, |shThisº papal leaflet leafless to old chap give, rawl chawclates for mouther-in-louthsh|9|. Booil. |9Poor old dear9| Paul Horan, |9to satisfy his |shliterary as well as his criminal aspirationssh|,9| at the suggestion thrown out by the doomster in loquacity, |9so says the Dublin Intelligence,9| was thrown into a Ridley's for inmates in the northern counties. |9Under the name of Orani he may have been |aa thea| utility man of the troupe capable of sustaining long parts at short notice.9| He was. Sordid Sam, |9a dour decent deblaneerº,9| haunted always by his ham, at a word from Israfel the Summoner passed away painlessly after life's upsomdowns one hallowe'en night, ebbrous and in the state of nature, propelled from the unwashed Behind into the unwished Beyond by footblows upon his oyster and atlas on behanged and behooved and behicked and behulked of his last fishandblood bedscrappers, a Northwegian and his mate of the sheawolving class. Though the last straw glimt his baring this stage thunkhard is said |9(the pitfallen gagged him as “Promptboxer”º)9| to have solemenly said — as had the brief thot but fell in till his head like a bass dropt neck fust in till a bung crate (cogged!): Me drames, O Loughlins, has come through! Now let the centuple celves of my egourge, as Micholas de Cusack calls them, and of all of whose I in my hereinafter of course by recourse demission me, by the coincidance of their contraries reamalgamerge in that identity
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of undiscernibles where the Baxters and the Fleshmans may they cease to bidivil uns and this outandin brown candlestock melt Nolan's into peese! Han var. Disliker as he was to druriodrama, |9|+herº wife+|9| Langley, the prophet, |9and the decentest dozendest short of a frusker whoever stuck his spickle through his spoke,9| disappeared |9(inº which toodooing |shhe has taken all the French leaves unveilable out of Calomnequiller's pr Pravities)sh|9| from the sourface of this earth, that austral plain he had transmaried himself to, so entirely spoorlessly (the mother of the book with a dustwhisk tabularasing his obliterature done upon her involucrum) as to tickle the speculative to all but opine |9(since the Levey who might have been Langley may have really been a redivivus of paganinism or a volunteer Vousden)9| that the hobo (who possessed a large amount of the humoresque) had transtuled his |9funster's9| habitat to its |9finsterest9| interrimost. Bhi she. Again, |9|shif Father Don Danº Browne, tea and toaster to that quaintestestº of yarnspinners,º is Padre Don Bruno, treuº and troster to the queen of Iar-Spain,sh|9| was the reverend, the sodality director, that eupeptic viceflayer, a
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barefaced carmelite, to whose palpitating pulpit |9(which of us but remembers the rarevalent and hornerable Fratomistor |aNolanmore Nawlanmorea| and Brawne?º)9| sinning society sirens (see the — Roman Catholic — presspassim) fortunately became so enthusiastically attached and was an objectionable ass who very occasionally cockaded a raffles ticket on his hat which he wore all to one side like the hangle of his pan (if Her Elegance saw him she'd have the canary!) and was semiprivately convicted of malpractices with his hotwashed tableknife (glossing over the cark in his pocket) that same snob of the dunhill, fully several yearschaums riper, encountered by the General on that redletter morning or maynoon jovesday? Were they? Fuitfuit.

|9When |aPhishlina| Phil |awantsa| throws his lip 'tis pholly to be fortunefloutingº and whoever's gone to |aMick's Mixºa| Hotel by the salt say water |ait's nicks there's nixa| to nothing we can do for he's never again to sea.9| It is nebuless a wellvouchedfor fact of the most commonfaced experience that the shape of
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the average human cloudyphiz frequently altered its ego with the possing of the showers. (Not original!) Whence it is a slipperish matter, given the wet and low visibility (since in this scherzarade of one's thousand one nightinesses that sword of certainty |9which would |shindentifide the bodysh|9| never falls), to idendifine the individuone in |9scratch wig, squarecuts, stock,º lavaleer, regattable oxeter,9| baggy pants and shufflers (he is often alluded to as the llad in the llane) with already an incipience (lust!) in the direction of area baldness (one is continually firstmeeting with odd sorts of others at all sorts of ages!) who was asked by free boardschool shirkers in drenched coats overawall|9, Will, Conn and Otto,9| to tell them overagait|9, Vol, Pov and Dev,9| that fishabed |9story ghoatstory9| of the haardly creditable edventyres of the Haberdasher, the two Curchies and the three Enkelchums in their Bearskin ghoats! Girles and jongers, but he has changed alok syne Thorkill's time! Those many warts, those slummy patches, wrinkles (what has come over the face of x?) and the large fungopark he has grown! Drink!

Sport's a common thing. It was the Lord's own day for damp |9|xTo wait (to |shwait for a postponed regatta'ssh| eventualising is not of |shBattlecock Shettledore-Juxta-Maresh| only)ºx|9| and the request |9for a |shfully armed explanationsh|9| was put to the porty (a native of the sisterisle — Meathman or Meccan? — by his brogue|9, |shex-race eyessh|, |shlokil caloursh|9| and |9local lucal9| odour which are said to have been average clownturkish — though the capelist's voiced nasal liquids and the way he sneezed at zees haul us back to the craogs and bryns of the Silurian Ordovices — who, the lesser pilgrimage accomplished, had made |9|shpats'º and pigs' older inseltsh|,9| the southeast bluffs of the stranger
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stepshore|9, |aas his aa| ref |shregifugium persecutorumsh|,9| |+9his hence+|9| hindquarters) as he paused at evenchime for |9ten some9| or so minutes |9(Hitº the pipe, dannyboy! Time to won, barmon. I'll take ten to win.)9| amid the devil's one duldrum |9(Applesº |aat bya| her blossom window and Charlottesº at her tosspanomancyº his sole admirers, his only tearts in store)9| for a fragrend calabash during his weekend
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pastime of executing with Anny Oakley deadliness (the consummatory pairs of provocatives, of which remained provokingly but two, the ones he fell for, Lili and Tutu, cork em!) empties which had not very long before contained Reid's family (you ruad that before, soaky, but all the bottles in soddemd histry will not soften your bloodathirst!) stout. Having reprimed his repeater and resiteroomed his timespiece His Revenance|9, with still a life or two to spare for the space of his occupancy of a world at a time,9| rose to his feet and there, far from Tolkaheim, in a quiet English garden (commonplace!), since known as Whiddington Wild, where the joyshots rang no more his simple intensive curolent vocality|9, my dearbraithers, my most |adearbraithers dearbrathairsa|,9| as he|9, so is a supper as is a sipper,9| spake of the One and told of the Compassionate, called up before the triad of precoxious |9caremakers scaremakers (scoretaking: Spegulo ne helpas al malbellulo, Mi kredasº ke vi estas prava, Via dote la vizago rispondas fraulino)9| the now to ushere mythical habiliments of Our Farfar and Arthor of our doyne.

Television kills telephony in brothers' broil. Our eyes demand their turn. Let there be seen! The first Humphrey's latitudinous baver with puggaree behind, his fourinhand bow, his elbaroom surtout, the refaced unmansionables of ginger hue, the vertebrated slate umbrella, his gruff woolselywellesly with the finndrinny knopfs and the gauntlet upon the hand which in an hour not for him solely evil had struck down the mighthe mighthavebeen D'Esterre of whom his nation seemed almost already to be about to have need. Then, stealing his thunder, but in the befitting legomena of the smaller country, a bit duskish and flavoured with a smile, seein as ow his thoughts consisted chiefly of the cheerio, he aptly sketched for our soontobe second parents (sukand see whybe!) the touching seene. It scenes like a landescape from Wildu Picturescu or some seem om some dimb Arras, dumb as Mum's mutyness, this mimage of the seventyseventh kusin of Kristansen is odable to
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os across the wineless Ere no oedor nor mere eerie nor liss potent of suggestion than in the tales of the tingmount. (Prigged!)

And there oftafter, jauntyjogging, on an Irish visavis, insteadily with shoulder to shoulder Jehu will tell to Christianier, saint to sage, the humphriad of that fall and rise while daisy winks at her pinker sister among the tussocks and the copoll between the shafts mocks the couple on the car. Follow we up his whip vindicative. |9|shThurston's!sh|9| Lo bebold! |9La arboro,º lo petrusu.9| The augustan peacebetothem oaks, the monolith rising stark from the moonlit pinebarren in all fortitudinous ajaxious rowdinoisy tenuacity, the angelus hour with ditchers bent upon their farm usetensiles, the soft belling of the fallow deers (doerehmoose genuane!) advertising their milky approach as midnight was striking the hours (letate!), and how brightly the great tribune outed the sharkskin smokewallet (imitation!) from his frock, kippers, and, by Joshua, he tips un a topping swank cheroot, none of your swellish soide, quoit the reverse, and |9how manfally9| he says|9, pluk to pluk and lekan for lukan,9| he was to just pluggy well suck that brown boyo, my son, and spend a whole half hour in Havana. Wherefore he met Master, he mean to say, on Lorenzo Tooley Street and how he wished his Honour the bannocks of Gort and Morya and Bri Head and Puddyrick, yore Loudship, — a strange wish for you, my friend, and it would poleaxe your sonson's grandson utterly though your own old sweatandswear floruerunts heaved it hoch many as the times when they were turrified be the hitz.

Chee chee cheers for Upkingbilly and crow cru cramwells
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Downaboo! Hup, boys, and hat him! See! Oilbeam they're lost we've found rerembrandtsers: their hours to date link these heirs to morra but wowhere are those yours of Yesthersdays? Farseeingetherich and Poolaulwoman, Charachthercuss and his Ann van Vogt. D.e.e.d? Edned, ended or sleeping soundlessly? Favour with your tongues! Intendite!

Any dog's life you list you may still hear them at it, like sixes and seventies, as eversure as Halley's comet, ulemamen, sobranjewomen, storthingboys and dumagirls, as they pass its bleak and bronze portal of your Casaconcordia: Huru more Nee, minny frickans? Hwoorledes har Dee det? Losdoor onleft, mladies, cue! Millecientotrigintadue scudi! Tippoty, kyrie, tippoty! Cha kai rotty kai makkar, sahib? Despenseme Usted, senhor, en son succo, sabez! O thaw bron orm, A'Cothraige, thinkinthou gaily?
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Lick-Pa-flai-hai-pa-Pa-li-si-lang-lang! Epi alo, écou, Batiste, tuvavnr dans lptit boing coing! Ismene de bumbac e meias de portocalliu! O! O! Os pipos mios es demasiada gruarso por O piccolo pocchino! Wee fee? Ung duro! Kocshis, szabad? Mercy, and you? Gomagh, thak!

And, Cod, says he with mugger's ears in his eyes: Meggeg, m'gay chapjappy, |9I call our univalse to witness,9| as sicker as moyliffey eggs is known by our good househalters from yorehunderts of mamooth to be which they commercially are in ahoy high British quarters (conventional!) my guesthouse and cowhaendel credits will immediately stand ohoh open as straight as that neighbouring monument's fabrication before the hygienic gllll (this was where the reverent sabboth and bottlebreaker with firbalk forthstretched touched upon his tricoloured boater which he uplifted by its pickledhoopy (he gave Stetson one and a penny for it) whileas oleaginosity of ancestralolosis sgocciolated down the both pendencies of his mutsohito liptails (|9Sencapetulo,9| a more modestuous conciliabulite never curled a torn pocketmouth), cordially inwitin the adullescence who he was wising up to do in like manner what all did
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so as he was able to add) lobe before the Great Schoolmaster's. (I tell you no story.) Smile!

The house of Atreox is fallen indeedust |9(Ilyam, Ilyum! Maeromor Mournomates!)9| but deeds bounds going arise again. Life, he himself said once (his biografiend, in fact, kills him verysoon, if yet not, after), is a wake, livit or krikit, and on the bunk of our breadwinning lies the cropse of our seedfather. The scene, refreshed, reroused, was never to be forgotten|9, the hen and crusader ever intermutuomergentº,9| for later in the century one of that puisne band of factferreters (then an excivil |9(out of the custom huts)9| (retired), (hurt), (under the sixtyfives act) in a dressy black modern style and wewere shiny tan burlingtons|9, tamº, homd and dicky, |aquopriquos and peajagda|9|) rehearsed it|9, pippa pointing,9| with a dignified bow (copied!) to a namecousin of the late archdeacon F. X. Preserved Coppinger in a pullwoman of our first transhibernian overground with one still sadder circumstance which is a dirkanddurk heartskewerer if ever to bring bounceye brimmers from marbled eyes. Cycloptically through the windowdisks and with eddying awes the round eyes of the rundeisers|9, back to back, buck to bucker, on their airish chaunting car,9| beheld |9with intouristing anterestedness9| the clad pursue the bare, the bare the green, the
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green the frore, the frore the cladagain, as their convoy wheeled encirculingly abound the gigantig's lifetree, our fireleaved loverlucky blomsterbohm, phoenix in our woodlessness, haughty, cacuminal, erubescent (repetition!), whose roots they be asches with lustres of peins. For as often as the Archicadenus|9, pleacing aside his Irish Field |aand craving their auriculars to receptacleº particulars before they got the bump at Castlebar (mat and far!),ºa|9| spoke of it by request, all, hearing |9in this new reading of the part,º whereby, because of Dyas in his machina, the new |aGarrickson's garrickson'sa| grimacing grimaldism hypostasised by substintuation the axiomatic orerotundity of that once grand old |aElrington elringtona|
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9| the copycus's description of that fellowcommuter's play upon countenants, could simply imagine themselves, in their bosom's inmost core, |9as pro tem locumº9| timesported acorss the yawning (abyss), as once they were, seasiders listening to the cockshyshooter's evensong evocation of the doomed but always ventriloquent Agitator (no not more plangorpound the billows o'er Thounawahallya Reef!), silkhouatted, a whalrhosmightiadd, aginsst the dusk of skumring |9(|shwould that fane be Saint Muezzin's calling — holy places! — and this fez brimless as brow of faithful,º toucher of the ground, did wish it were — blessed be the bones! — the ghazi, power of his sword!sh|)9|, his manslayer's gunwielder protended towards that overgrown leadpencil which was soon, monomentally at least, to rise as Molyvdokondylon to, to be, to be his mausoleum (O'dan stod til steyne at meisies aye skould show pon), while ollover his exculpatory features, as Roland rung, a wee dropeen of grief about to sillonise his jouejous, the ghost of resignation diffused a spectral appealingness, similar in origin and |9akkurat9| in effect to a beam of sunshine upon a coffinplate.

Not olderwise Inn the days of the Bygning would our Traveller, remote, unfriended, from van Demon's Land, some lazy skald or maundering pote, lift wearywilly his slowcut snobsic eyes to the semisigns of his zooteac and, lengthily lingering along flaskneck, cracketcup, downtrodden brogue, turfsod, wildbroom, cabbageblad, stockfisch, longingly learn that there at the Angel were herberged for him poteen and tea and praties and baccy and wine width woman wordth warbling: and informally quasibegin to presquesm'ile to queasithin' … (Nonsense! There was not very much windy Nous blowing at the given moment through the hat of Mr Melancholy Slow!)

But in the pragma and by laws of casuality what formal cause made a smile of that tothink? Who, under ye great bow of 's heaven, was he to whom? Whose in thunder and weddin and soddin and order are the placewheres? They answer from their zoans. Hear the four of them! Hark, torroar of them! I, says Armagh, and a'm proud o' it. I, says Clonakilty, God help us! I, says Deansgrange, and say nothing. I, says Barna, and what about it? Hee haw! Before he fell hill he filled heaven: a sdream, alplapping streamlet, coyly coiled um, cool of her curls. We were but thermites then, wee, wee. Our antheap we sensed as an Hill of Allen, the Barrow for an People, one Jotnursfjaell: and it was a grummelung amung the porktroop that wonderstruck us as thunder yunder.

Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude, the evidencegivers by legpoll too untrustworthily irreperible where his adjudgers are seemingly freak threes but his judicandees plainly minus twos. Nevertheless Madam's Toshowus waxes largely more lifeliked (entrance, one kudos; exits, free) and our notional gullery is now completely complacent, an exegious monument, aerily perennious. Oblige with your blackthorns; gamps, degrace! And there many have paused before that exposure of him by old Tom Quad, a flashback in which he sits sated, gowndabout, in clericalease habit, watching bland Sol slithe dodgsomely into the nethermore, a globule of maugdleness about to corrugitate his mild dewed cheek and the tata of a tiny victorienne, Alys, pressed by his limper looser.

Yet certes one is. Eher the following winter had overed the pages of nature's book |9and till |aCead Urbar-atta-Cleath Ceadurbar-atta-Cleathºa| became Dablena Tertia,9| the shadow of the huge outlander|9, maladik, multvult, magnoperous,9| had bulked at the bar of a rota of tribunals, in manor hall as in thieves' kitchen, mid pillow talk and chit house chat, |9on Marlborough Green as through Molesworth Fields,9| here sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice, there acquitted con testimony
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with benefit of clergy.

His Thing Mod have undone him: and his madthing has done him man. His beneficiaries are legion: they number up his years. Greatwheel Dunlop was the name was on him in the part he created: behung, all we are his bisaacles. As hollyday in his house so was he priest and king to that: ulvy came, envy saw, ivy conquered. Lou! lou! They have waved his green boughs o'er him as they have torn him limb from lamb. For his muertification and uxpiration and dumnation and annuhulation.
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With schreis and grida, deprofound souspirs. Steady, sullivans! Mannequins, pause! Longtong's breach is fallen down but Graunya's spreed's abroad. Ahdostay, feedailyones, and feel the Flucher's bawls! For the total of your flout is not fit to fan his fettle, O! Have a ring and sing wohl! Chin, chin! Chin, chin! And of chorus all chimed din width the eatmost boviality. Swiping rums and beaunes and sherries and ciders and negus and citronnades too. The strongers: Oho, oho, Mester Begge, you're about to be bagged in the bog again. Bugge. But softsies seufsighed: Eheu, for gassies! But, lo! lo! human, erring and condonable, the unforgettable treeshade looms up behind the jostling judgments of those, as all should owe, malrecapturable days.

Tap and pat and tapatagain, three tommix, soldiers free, cockaleak and cappapee, of the Coldstream Guards were walking in (pardonnez-leur, je vous en prie, eh?) Montgomery Street. One voiced an opinion in which on either side (pardonnez!), nodding, all |9the Finner Camps9| concurred (je vous en prie, eh?). It was the first woman, they said, souped him that fatal wellesday, Lili Coninghams, by suggesting him they go in a field. Wroth mod eldfar, ruth redd stillstand, wrath wrackt wroth, confessed private Pat Marchison retro. (Terse!) One of our coming Vauxhall ontheboards who is resting for the moment (she has been callit by a noted stagey elecutioner a wastepacket Sittons) was interfeud in a waistend pewty parlour. Looking perhaps even more pewtyflushed |9in her |acherryderrya|
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padouasoys|a, girdle and braces by theº Halfmoon and Seven Stars, russets from the Blackamoor's Head, amongst the climbing boys at |bthe hisb| Eagle and Child and over the corn and hay emptors at their Black and All Black,
a|9| Mrs F— A— |9said saidaside, half |ain stage of a whispera| to her confidante glass9|, while recoopering her cartwheel chapot (ahat! we now know what thimbles a'baquets on lallance o'talls mean), she hoped he would git a Chrissman's portrout |9of orange and lemonsized orchids9| with holleggs and ether|9, from the feeatre of the |aincident innocident Innocident,a|9| as the worryld had been uncained. Then it has been such a wanderful noyth untirely, added she. (Tart!) |9Prehistoric, obitered to his dictaphone an entychologist, hisº propenomen is a properismenon.9| A dustman nocknamed Sevenchurches in the employ of Messrs Ashburn, Soulpetre and Ashreborn, prairmakers, Glintalook, was asked by the sisterhood the vexed question during his middag collation of leaver and
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buckrom alternatively with stenk and kitteney phie in a hashhoush and, thankeaven, responsed impulsively: We have just been propogandering his nullity suit and what they took out of his ear among my own crush. All our fellows at O'Dea's say he is a cemented brick, buck it all! A more nor usually sober cardriver, who was jauntingly hosing his runabout, Ginger Jane, took a strong view. Lorry hosed her as he talked and this is what he told rewritemen: Irewaker is just a plain pink joint reformee in private life but folks all have it he has parliamentary honours. |9Eiskaffier said (Louigi's, you |aknowa| that man's, brillant savourainº): Mon foie, you wish to ave some homelette, yes, lady? Good,º mein leber! Your hegg he must break himself. See,º I crack, so, he sit in the poele, umbedimbt!9| A perspirer (over sixty) who was keeping up his tennises panted he kne ho har twa to clect infamatios but a diffpair flannels climb wall and trespassing on doorbell. After fullblown Braddon hear this fresky troterella! A railways barmaid's view (they call her
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Spilltears Rue) was thus expressed |9to sympathisers of the Dole Line, Death Avenue,º9| anent those objects of her pityprompted ministrance, to wet, man and his syphon: Ehim! It is ever too late to whissle when Phyllis floods her stable. It would be skarlot shame to jailahim in lockup what matter what merrytricks went off with his revulverher in connections with ehim being a norphan and enjoining such wicked illth, ehim! Well done, Drumcollakill, was the reply of a B.O.T. official while the Daughters Benkletter murmured in uniswoon: Golforgilhisjurylegs! Brian Lynskey, the cub curser, was questioned at his shouting box, Bawlonabraggat, and gave a snappy comeback, when saying: Paw! Once more I'll hellhowl! I am for caveman chase and sahara sex, burk you! Them two bitches ought to be leashed, canem! Up hog and hoar hunt! Paw! A wouldbe martyr, when grilled on the point, revealed the undoubted fact that the consequence would be there would be fights all over Cuxhaven. (Tosh!) Missioner Ida Wombwell, the seventeenyearold revivalist, said concerning the coincident of interfizzing with grenadines and other respectable and disgusted peersons using the park: That perpendicular person is a brut! But a mignificent brut! |9“Caligula”º (Mr Danl Magrath, bookmaker, wellknown to Eastrailian poorusers of the Sydney Parade Ballotinº) was, as usual, antipodal with his: Strivingº todie, hopening tomellow.º Ware Splash. Cobbler. |a|bWe have meat two hourly, sang out |cElc| Caplan Buycoatº, with |chis thec| famous padre's
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turridur's capecast, meet too ourly, matadear!b| Dan Meiklejohn, precentor, of S.S. Smack and Olley's was probiverbal with his upsiduxit: Mutatusº mutandus. Dauran's lord (“Sniffpox”)º and Moirgan's lady (“Flatterfun”)º took sides and crossed and bowed to each other's views and recrossed themselves. The dirty dubs upin their flies, went too free, echoed the daintyº drabs downin their
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scenities, una mona.
a|9| Sylvia Silence, the girl detective (Meminerva, but by now one hears turtlings all over Doveland!), when supplied with informations as to the several facets of the case in her cozydozy bachelure's flat, quite o'erlooking John a'Dream's mews, leaned back in her really truly easychair to query restfully through her vowelthreaded syllabelles: Have you evew thought, wepowtew, that sheew gweatness was his twagedy? Nevewtheless accowding to my considewed attitudes fow this act he should pay the full penalty, pending puwsuance, as pew Subsec. 32, Section 11, of the C.L.A. Act 1885, anything in this Act to the contwawy notwithstanding. |9Jarley Jilke began to silke for he couldn't get home to J Jelseyº He's got the sack that helped him moult instench of his gladsome rags.9| Meagher, a naval rating, seated on one of the granite cromlech setts of our new fishshambles after the ever popular act, |9with whom were Questa and Puella, |apiquante and quoitea| (this had a cold in her brain while that felt a sink in her summockº, wit's wat), wot's wet),º9| was encouraged by one of his |9affianced co affianced9| to get your breath, Walt, and thus |9replied |acorreplied co-repliedºa|9| to her |9other's9| thankskissing: I lay my two fingerbuttons, fiansee Meagher, he was to blame about your two velvetthighs up Horniman's Hill — as hook and eye blame him or any other piscman? — but I also think|9, Puellywally,9| by the siege of his trousers there was someone else behind it — you bet your boughtem blarneys! — about their three drummers down Keysars Lane. (Trite!)

Be these meer marchant taylors' fablings of a race referend with oddman rex? Can it was, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true that any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, beyessed to and denayed of, are given to us by some who use the truth but sparingly and we on this side ought to sorrow for their pricking pens on that account? The seventh city,
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his citadear of refuge, whither (would we believe the laimen and their counts), beyond the outbraved gales of Atreeatic, the hejirite had fled, shipalone, a raven of the
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wave, from the ostmen's dirtby on the old vic, to forget in expiating manslaughter and to league his pagan lot, palm and patte, with a papishee (for mine qvinne I thee giftake and bind my hosenband I thee haltar), the wastobe land in which by the fourth commandment with promise his days apostolic were to be long by the abundant mercy of Him Which Thundereth From On High, murmured, would rise against him with all which in them were, franchisables and inhabitands, astea as agora, helotsphilots, do him hurt, poor jink, ghostly following bodily, as were he made a curse for them, the corruptible lay quick, all saints of incorruption of an holy nation, the common or ere-in-garden castaway, in red resurrection to condemn so they might convince him, first pharoah, Humpheres Cheops Exarchas, of their proper sins. Businessbred to speak with a stiff upper lip to all men and most occasions, the Man we wot of took little short of fighting chances but for all that he or his or his care were subjected to the horrors of the premier terror of Errorland. (Perorhaps!)

We seem to us (the real Us!) to be reading our Amenti in the sixth sealed chapter of the going forth by black. It was after the show at Wednesbury that one tall man, humping a suspicious parcel, when returning late amid a dense particular on his home way from the second house of the Boore and Burgess Christy Menestrels by the old spot, Roy's Corner, had a barkiss revolver placed to his faced with the words you're shot, major! by an unknowable assailant (masked) against whom he had been jealous over Lotta Crabtree or Pomona Evlyn. More than that, Whenn the Waylayer (not a Lucalizod diocesan or even of the Glendalough see but hailing fro' the prow of Little Britain), mentioning
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in a bytheway that he, the crawsopper, had|9, in edition to Reade's cutless centiblade,9| a loaded Hobson's which left only twin alternatives as, viceversa, either he would surely shoot her, the aunt, by pistol (she could be okaysure of that!) or, failing of such, bash in Patch's blank face beyond recognition, pointedly asked with gaelish gall wodkar blizzard's business Thornton had with that Kane's fender, only to be answered by the aggravated assaulted that that was the snaps for him, Midweeks, to sultry well go and find out if he was showery well able.

But how transparingly nontrue, gentle writer! His feet one is not a tall man, not at all, man. No such parson! no such fender! no such lumber! no such race! Was it supposedly in connection with a girl, Myramy Huey or Colores Archer, under Flaggy Bridge (for ann there is but one liv and her newbridge is her old) or to explode his twelvechamber and force a shrievalty
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entrance that the heavybuilt Abelbody in a butcherblue blouse from One Life One Suit (a men's wear store), with a most decisive bottle of single in his possession, seized after dark by the town guard at Haveyou-caught-emerod's temperance gateway, was there in the gate's way.

Fifthly, how truetoned on his first time of hearing the wretch's statement that, muttering Irish, he had had had o'gloriously a'lot too much hanguest or hoshoe fine to drink in |9the House of Blazes, the Parrot in Hell, the Orange Tree, the Glibt, the Sun, the Holy Lamb and, lapse not leashed, in9| Ramitdown's ship hotel since the morning moment he could dixtinguish a white thread from a black till the engine of the laws declosed unto Murray and was only falling fillthefluthered up against the gatestone pier which, with the cow's bonnet a'top o'it, he parasoliloquisingly falsetook for a cattlepillar with purest peaceablest intentions. Yet how lamely hobbles the hoy of his then pseudojocax explanation how, according to his own story, he was a process server and was merely trying to open zozimus a bottlof stoub by |9mortially9| hammering his magnum bonum (the curter the club the sorer the savage) against the bludgey gate for the boots about the swan, Maurice Behan, who hastily threw on a pair of old Sir Bunchamon's pants, stepped into his shoes|9, with nothing inº his hald barra tinnteack,º9| and came down |9with homp,
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shtemp, jumphet
9| to the tiltyard from the wastes u'sleep in his obi ohny overclothes or choker, attracted by the norse of gunplay, said he war 'prised safe in bed as he dreamed that he'd wealthes in mormon halls when wokenp by a fourth loud snore out of his land of byelo by hearing hammerang emanating from the blind pig and anything like it in the whole history of that Mullingcan Inn he never. This battering babel allover the door and sideposts, he always said, was not in the very loutest like the belzeybabble of a bottle of boose which would not rouse him out o' slumber deep but reminded him loads more of |9the martiallawsey9| marses of foreign musikants' instrumongs playing Delandy is Cartager on the ragnar rock to |9Dublin Dulyn9| or the |9overthrew overthrewer9| to the third last days of pompery, if anything. And that after this most mooningless knockturn the young reine came down desperate and the old liffopotamus herself started ploring all over the plain, as mud as she cud be, ruinating all the bouchers' schurts and the backers' wischandtugs so that, be the chandeleure of the Rejaneyjailey, they were all night wasching the walters off, the weltering walters off. Whyte?

Just one moment. A pinch in time of the ideal, musketeers! |9Alphos, Burkos and Caramis, leave Astrelea for the |aastrologers astrollajerriesa| and |afor the |blove of the saunces and theb| honour of keavensa| pike paddywhackbackº to
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9| And roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world! And call all your smokeblushes, Snowwhite and Rosered, if you will have the real cream! Now for a strawberry frolic! Cherchons la flamme! Fammfamm! Fammfamm!

Come on, ordinary man, Maschinsky|9, Scapolopolos, Duzinascu9| or Other, with that large big |9nonobli9| head |9andº that blanko berbecked fiscial fischial ekksprezzion9|. Your |9machelar's mutton9| leg's getting musclebound from being too pulled. Noah Beery weighed stone thousand one when Hazel was a hen. Now his fat's falling fast. Therefore, why not yours? There are twentynine sweet reasons why Blossomtime's the best. Elders fall for green almonds when
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they're raised on bruised stone root ginger though it winters on their heads as if auctumned round their waistbands. If you'd had pains in your hairs you wouldn't look so orgibald. Now listen, Mr Leer!

Take an old geeser who calls on his skirt. Note his sleek hair, so elegant, tableau vivant. He vows her to be his own honeylamb, swears they will be papa pals, by Sam, and share good times way down west in a guaranteed happy lovenest when May moon she shines and they twit twinkle all the night, combing the comet's tail upright and shooting popguns at the stars. For dear old grumpapar he's gone on the razzledar, through gazing and crazing and blazing at the stars. She wants her wardrobe to hear from above by return with cash so as she can buy her Peter Robinson trousseau and cut a dash with Arty, Bert or possibly Charley Chance (who knows?) so tolloll, Mr Hunker, you're too dada for me to dance (so off she goes!) and that's how half the gels in town has got their bottom drars while grumpapar he's trying to hitch his braces on to his trars. But old grum he's not so clean dippy between sweet you and yum (not on your life, boy! not in those trousers! not by a large jugful!) for someplace on the sly old grum has his gel number two (bravevow, our Grum!) and he would like to canoodle her too some part of the time for he is downright fond of his own number one but O he's fair mashed on peaches number two so that if he could only canoodle the two all three would feel genuinely happy, it's as simple as A.B.C., the two mixers, we mean, with their cherrybum chappy (for he is simply shamming dippy) if they all were afloat in a dreamlifeboat, hugging two by two in his zoo-doo-you-doo, tofftoff for thee, missymissy for me and how-cameyou-e'enso for Farber, in his tippy, upindown dippy, tiptoptippy canoodle, can you?

With which clap, trap and soddenment, our mutual friends the fender and the bottle at the gate seem to be implicitly
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in the same bateau, so to singen, bearing also
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several of the earmarks of design, for there is in fact no use in putting a tooth in a snipery of that sort and the amount of all those sort of things which has been going on onceaday in and twiceaday out every other nachtistag among all kinds of promiscuous individuals at all ages in private homes and reeboos publikiss and alloverall and elsewhere throughout secular sequence the country over and overabroad has been particularly stupendous. To be continued. Federals' Uniteds' Transports' Unions' for Exultations of Triumphants' Ecstasies.

But resuming inquiries. Will it ever be next morning the postal unionist's (officially called carrier's, Letters Scotch, Limited) strange fate (Fierceendgiddyrex he's hight, d.e., the losel that hucks around missivemaids' gummibacks) to hand in a huge chain envelope, written in |9seven9| divers stages of ink |9fromº blanchessance to lavandaiette, every pothook and pancrook bespaking the wisherwife9|, superscribed to Hyde and Cheek, Edenberry, Dubbllenn, WC, and subpencilled by yours A Laughable Party, with afterwite|9, S.A.G.º9|? Will whatever will be written in lappish language with inbursts of maggyer always seem semposed, black looking white and white guarding black, in that siamixed twoatalk used twixt stern swift and jolly roger? |9|shWill it bright upon us, nightle, and we plunging to our plight? Well, it might now, mircle, so it|9| Always and ever till Cox's wife, twice Mrs Hahn, pokes her beak into the matter with Owen K. after her, to see whawa smutter after, will this kiribis pouch filled with litterish fragments lurk dormant in the paunch of that halpbrother of a herm, a pillarbox? The coffin, a triumph of the illusionist's art, at first blench naturally taken for a handharp (it is hardwarp to tristinguish jubabe from jabule or either from tubote when all three have just been invened), had been removed from the hardware premises of Oetzmann and Nephew, a noted house of the gonemost west which in the natural course of all things continues to supply funeral requisites of every needed description. Why needed, though? Indeed needed because the flash brides or bride in their lily boleros one games with at the Nivynubies' finery ball
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and your upright grooms that always come right up with you (and by jingo when they do!), what else in this mortal world, now ours, when meet there night, mid their nackt, me there naket, made their nought, the hour strikes, would bring them rightcameback in the flesh, thumbs down, to their orses and their hashes.

To proceed. In the bottled heliose case continuing, Long Lally Tobkids,
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the special, sporting a fine breast of medals, and a conscientious scripturereader to boot in the brick and tin choorch round the corner, swore like a Norewheezian |9tailliur9| on the stand before the proper functionary that he was up against a right querrshnorrt of a mand in the butcher of the blues who, he guntinued, on last epening after delivering some carcasses, muttanchepps and meatjutes on behalf of Messrs Otto Sands and Eastman, Limericked, victuallers, went and, with his unmitigated astonissment, hickicked at the dun and doorass against all the runes and, when challenged about the pretended hick (it was kickup and down with him) on his solemn by the imputant imputed, said simply: I appop pie oath, Phillyps |9Captain9|. You did, as I sostressed before. You are deepknee in error, sir, Madam Tomkims, let me then tell you, replied with a gentlewomanly salaam MackPartland (the meatmam's family, and the oldest in the world except nick, name). And Phelps was flayful with his peeler. But his phizz fell.

Now to the obverse. From velveteens to dimities is barely a fivefinger span and hence these camelback excesses are thought to have been instigated by one or either of the causing causes of all, those rushy hollow heroines in their skirtsleeves, be she the margretta be she the posque. Oh! Oh! Because it is a horrible thing to have to say to say to day but one dilalah, Lupita Lorette, shortly after in a fit of the unexpectednesses drank carbolic with all her dear placid life before her and paled off while the other soiled dove that's her sister-in-love, Luperca Latouche, finding
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one day while dodging chores that she stripped |9well teasily9| for binocular man and that her jambs were jimpjoyed to see each other, the nautchy girly soon found her fruitful hat too small for her and rapidly taking time, look, she rapidly took to necking, partying and selling her spare favours in the haymow or in lumber closets or in the greenawn ad huck (there are certain intimacies in all ladies' lavastories we just lease to imagination) or in the sweet churchyard close itself for a bit of soft coal or an array of thin trunks, serving whom in fine that same hot coney à la zingara which our own little Graunya of the chilired cheeks dished up to the greatsire of Oscar, that son of a Coole. Houri of the coast of emerald, arrah of the lacessive poghue, Aslim-all-Muslim, the resigned to her surrender, did not she, come leinster's eve, true dotter of a dearmud |9(her pitch was Forty Steps and his perch old Cromwell's Quarters)9|, with so valkirry a licence as sent many a poor pucker packing to perdition, again and again, ay, and again sfidare him, tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido, toos topples topple, stop, ye dug of a dog of a dgiaour, ye! Angealousmei! And did not he, like Arcoforty, farfar off Bisavolo, missbrand her behaveyous with iridescent huecry of down right
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mean false sop lap sick dope? Tawfulsdreck! A reine of the shee, a shebeen quean, a queen of pranks. A kingly man, of royal mien, regally robed, exalted be his glory! x! So gave, so take. Now not, not now. He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want. Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead era, hark! He hea, eyes ravenous on her lippling lills. He hear her voi of day gon by. He hears! Zay, zay, zay! But, by the beer of his profit, he cannot answer. Nor needs none shaft ne stele from Phenicia or Little Asia to obelise on the spout, neither pobalclock neither folkstone, nor sunkenness in Tomar's Wood to bewray how erpressgangs score off the rued. The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so long till allearth's dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf. If violence to life, limb and chattels, often as
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not, has been the expression, direct or through an agent male, of womanhid offended (ah! ah!) has not levy of blackmail from the times the fairies were in it and fain for wilde erthe blothoms followed an impressive private reputation for whispered sins?

Now, by memory inspired, turn wheel again to the whole of the wall. |9Where |agyant Gyanta| Blyant fronts Peannlueamoore.º9| There was once upon a wall and a hooghoog wall a was and such a wallhole did exist. A stonehinged gate there was for another thing while the suroptimist had bought and enlarged that shack under fair rental of one yearlyng sheep (prime), value of sixpence, and one small yearlyng goat (cadet), value of eightpence, to grow old and happy in (hogg it and kid him) for the reminants of his years; and when everything was got up for the purpose he put an applegate on the place by no means as some pretend a bedstead in loo thereof to keep out donkeys (the pigdirt hanging from the jags to this hour makes that clear) and just thenabouts the iron gape, by old custom left open to prevent the cat from getting at the gout, was triplepatlockt on him on purpose by his faithful poorters to keep him inside probably and possibly enaunter he felt like sticking out his chest too far and tempting gracious providence by a stroll on the peoplade's eggday, unused as he was as yet to being freely clodded.
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O, by the by, it ought to be always remembered in connection with what has gone before that there was a northroomer, Herr Betreffender, out for his zimmer |9holidays holedigs9|, digging in number 32 at the Rum and Puncheon (branch of Dirty Dick's free house) in Laxlip (where the Sockeye Sammons were stopping at the time orange fasting) prior to that, a Kommerzial (|9Gorbotibacco Gorbotipacco9|, he was wreaking like Zentral Oylrubber)
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from Osterich, the U.S.E., paying (Gaul save the mark!) 11/- in the week (Gosh, these wholly romads!) and he missed a soft felt and, take this in, six quid fifteen of conscience money in the first deal of Yuly wheil he was, swishing beesnest with blessure |9andº swobbing broguen eeriesh myth brocken dootschº9|, making his reporterage on Der Fall Adams for the Frankofurto Siding, a Fastland payrodicule, and, er, constated that one had on him the Lynn O'Brien, a meltoned lammswolle, disturbed and wider he might should the same zurichschicken other he would|9, with tosend and obertosend tonnowatters,9| one monkey's damages become. Now you must know that the game of gaze and bandstand butchery was merely a tissue of threats and abuse and after this sort.

Humphrey's unsolicited ad hock visitor, Davy or |9no Titus9|, from the middle west, deposend his bockstump on the waityoumaywantme, after having blew some quaker's (for you|9, Oatesº9|!) in through the houseking's keyhole to attract attention bleated through the gale outside which he was hogcallering, first, be the hirsuiter, that he would break his bulsheywigger's head for him, next, be the heeltapper, that he would break the gage over his lankyduckling head the same way he would crack a nut with a monkeywrench and, last of all, be the stirabouter, that he would give him his (or the umperom's or anybloody else's) thickerthanwater to drink and his bleday steppebrodhar's into the bucket. He demanded more wood alcohol to pitch in with, alleging that his grandfather's was all taxis and that it was only after ten o'connell and that his isbar was a public oven for the sake of irsh irskhusky, and then, not easily discouraged, opened the wrathfloods of his atillarery and went on at a wicked rate, weathering against him in mooxed metaphores from eleven thirty to two in the afternoon without even a luncheonette interval for House, son of Clod, to come out, you jewbeggar, to be Executed. Amen.

Earwicker, that patternmind, that paradigmatic ear, receptoretentive as his of Dionysius, longsuffering,
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although whitening under restraint in the sititout corner of his conservatory behind faminebuilt walls, his thermos
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flask and ripidion flabel by his side and a walrus whiskerbristle for a tuskpick, compiled|9, while he mourned the flight of his wild guineese,9| a long list (now feared in part lost) to be kept on file of all the abusive names he was called (we have been compelled etcetera by Josephine Brewster in the collision known as Contrastations with Inkermann and so on and so onward, lacies in loo water, flee, celestials, one clean turv): Firstnighter, Informer, Old Fruit, Yellow Whigger, Wheatears, Goldy Geit, Bogside Beauty, Yass We've Had His Badannas, York's Porker, Funnyface, |9At Baggotty's Bend He Bumped His Bride,º9| Grease with the Butter, Opendoor Ospices, Cainandabler, Ireland's Eighth Wonderful Wonder, Beat My Price, Codsoilman, Moonface the Murderer, Hoary Hairy Hoax, Midnight Sunburst, Remove that Bible, Hebdromadary Publocation, Tummer the Lame the Tyrannous, Blau Clay, Tight before Teatime, Read Your Bible, Acoustic Disturbance, Thinks He's Gobblasst the Good Dook of Ourguile, W.D.'s Grace, Gibbering Bayamouth of Dublin, His Farther was a Mundzucker and She Had Him in a Growler, Burnham and Bailey, Artist, Unworthy of the Homely Protestant Religion, Terry Cotter, Magogagog, Swad Puddlefoot, Gouty Ghibellino, Loose Luther, Hatches Cocks' Eggs, Muddle the Plan, Luck before Wedlock, I Divorce Thee Husband, Tanner and a Make, |9Go to |aHelena Hellenaa| or Come to Connies, Piobald Puffpuff,º |xPurged out of Burke's, He's None of Me Causin,x|9| Barebarean, Peculiar Person, Grunt Owl's Facktotem, Twelve Months' Aristocrat, Lycanthrope, |9Flunkey Beadle Vamps the Town Letting on He's Loney, |aThunder and Turf Married into Clandorf,a|9| Left Boot Sent on Approval, Cucumberer of Lord's Holy Ground, |9Stodge Arschmann, Awnt Yuke, Tommy Furlong's Pet Plagues, Archdukon Cabbanger, Last Past the Post, |aKennealey Won't Tell Thee Offº Nancy's Gown,a|9|
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Scuttle to Cover, Twitchbratschballs, Bombard Street Bester, Sublime Porter, |9A Ban for |athe Lea| King of the |aBargains Bargaansa| and a Bom for |athe Yea| Sur of all the Ruttledges, O'Phelim's Cutprice,9| And at Number Wan Wan Wan, Ruin of the Small Trader, He — —, Milkinghoneybeaverbrooker, Vee was a Vindner, Sower Rapes, Armenian Atrocity, Sickfish Bellyup, Edomite, — —, Man Devoyd of the Commoner Characteristics of an Irish Nature, Bad Humborg, —, Hraabhraab, Coocoohandler, Dirt, Miching Daddy, |9Born Burst Feet Foremost,9| Woolworth's Worst, |9Easyatticº Phallusaphist,9| |9Guineapig's Guilteypig's9| Bastard, |9Fast in the Barrel,9| Boose in
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the Bed
, Mister Fatmate|9, In Custody of the Polis,9|: but, anarchistically respectsful of the liberties of the noninvasive individual, did not respond a solitary wedgeword beyond such sedentarity, though it was as easy as kissanywhere for the passive resistant in the booth he was in to reach for the hello gripes and ring up Kimmage Outer 17.67 because, as the fundamentalist explained when at last shocked into speech, touchin his woundid feelins in the fuchsiar, the dominican mission for the sowsealist potty was on at the time and he thought the rowmish devowtion known as the howly rowsary might reeform ihm, Gonn.

That more than considerably unpleasant bullocky before he rang off, by way of final mocks for his grapes, drunkishly pegged a few glatt stones, all of a size, at the wicket in support of his words that he was not guilphy but|9, after he had so slungavollayedº,9| reconnoitring through his semisubconscious the seriousness of what he might have done had he really polished off his terrible intentions finally caused him to change the bawling and leave downg the whole grumus of brookpebbles pangpung and, having sobered up a bit, |9paces his groundould diablen lionndub, the flay the flegm, the floedy fleshener (purse, purse, pursyfurse, I'll |asplosh splisha| the splume of them all!),º9| this black backblocks boor |9bruskly put out
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his langwedge and quite
9| quit the paleologic scene, telling how he had left Hyland on the dissenting table, after exhorting Earwicker or, in slightly modified phraseology, |9Mr Messrs or Missrs9| Earwicker, Seir, his |9feminisible9| name of multitude, to cocoa come outside to Mockerloo out of that for the honour of Crumlin with his broody old flishguds, Gog's curse to thim, so as he could brianslog and burst him all dizzy, you go bail, like Potts Fracture did with Keddle Flatnose and nobodyatall with Wholyphamous and build rocks over him or, if he didn't, for two and thirty straws, be Cacao Campbell, he didn't know what he wouldn't do for him nor nobody else nomore nor him, after which, |9batell martell, a brisha a milla a stroka a boola, so the rage of Malbruk,9| playing on the least change of his manjester's voice the first heroic couplet from the fuguall tropical, Opus Elf, Thortytoe,

My schemes into obeyance for
This time has had to fall,

they bit goodbyte to their thumb and|9, his bandol eer his solgier, dripdropdrap on pool or poldier, wishing the toffº a falladelfian in the morning,9| proceeded with a Hubbleforth slouch in their slips backwords (Et Cur Heli!) in the directions of the duff and demb institutions about ten or eleven hundred years lurch away in the cloudletlitten gorge of Patself on the Bach. |9Adyoe!9|
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|9Yet he made Yed he med9| leave to many a door beside of Oxmanswold for so witness his chambered cairns silent that are at browse up hill and down coombe and on eolithostroton, at Howth or at Coolock or even at Enniskerry: a theory none too rectiline of the evoluation of human society as the testament of the rocks from all the dead unto some the living. Oliver's lambs we do call them, skatterlings of a stone, and they skall be gathered unto him, their herd and paladin, as nubilettes to cumule, in that day of Greenman Rise O |9(|shlost leaders live! the heroes return!sh|)º9| hwen|9, same the lightning lancer of Azava Arthurhonoured
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(some Finn, some Finn avant!),º
9| he skall wake from earthsleep in his valle of briers, haught crested elmer, and o'er dun and dale the wulverulverlord (protect us!) his mighty horn skall roll, orland, roll.

For in those deyes his Deyus shall ask of Allprohome and call to himm: Allprohome! Allprohome! And he make answer: Add some! Nor wink nor wank. Animadiabolum, mene credidisti mortuum?

Liverpoor? Sot a bit of it! His braynes coolt parritch, his pelt nassy, his heart's adrone, his bluidstreams acrawl, his puff but a piff, his extremities extremely so: Fengless, Pawmbroke, Chilblaimend and Baldowl. Humph is in his doge. Words weigh no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. Which we all like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping. Drain. Sdops.