1st draft, November 1923, I.4§1A draft level 0

MS British Library 47471b 8, 17-19 Draft details

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With deepseeing insight |ahad not wishing been good time wasteda| he may have prayed in silence that his wordwounder might become the first of a |along distinguisheda| dynasty, his |amosta| cherished idea being the formation, as in more favoured climes, of a truly criminal class, thereby eliminating much general delinquency from all classes & masses

The coffin was to come in handy later. & in this way. A number of public bodies presented him made him a present of a grave which nobody had been able to dig much less to occupy, it being all rock.

This he blasted and then carefully
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lined the result with bricks & mortar, encouraging the public bodies to present him over & above that with a stone slab.

The other spring offensive |aseems to have been may have come abouta| all quite by accident, |a|bthough grantedb|, of course |bfor the sake of argumentb| men on both sides had grand ideasa|. All conditions were drawn into the conflict, some for lack of proper feeding, others already carving honbleº careers for themselves and, if emaciated, the person garotted may have suggested whiggery or the grand old whig in |aperson the flesha| when dimsighted by the wouldbe burglar, a tory of the tories., for there circulated
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pretty clearl freely the feeling that in so hibernating Earwicker was feeding on his own fat. Kate Strong, a widow, did all the scavenging in from good King Charles' days but she cleaned sparingly and her statement was that, there being no |afootpaths at the time macadamised sidewalks barring a footpath which left off where the man was struck |bin those RIC daysb|a| she left|a, as scavengers will,a| a filth dump near the dogpond in the park on which |aboot & bootmarks, elbowdints, |bfossilb| breechbowls, kneecaves,a| fingerprints were |aall successivelya| found of a very involved description. |aThere It was on that resurfaced spota| evidently the attacker, though under medium, with truly native pluck tackled him whom he took to be blank|asaying he wd have his life & lay him out & |bmade use of sacriligeous language &b|a| catching hold of a long bar he had & with which he |ausuallya| broke furniture. |aThe struggle went on They struggleda| for a considerable time and in the course of it the masked man said to the other: Let me go, Pat. Later on the same man asked: Was six pounds fifteen taken from you by anyone two or three months ago? There was severe mauling and then a wooden affair in the shape of a |arevolver blanka| fell from the intruder who thereupon became friendly & wanted to know whether his chance companion who had the fender happened to have the change of a ten pound note because, if so, he would pay the six pounds odd out of that for what
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lost last summer.
The other then said: Would you be surprised to hear that I have not such a thing |aas the change of a ten pound notea| but I am able to |asee my way toa| give you |a|bat for theb| presenta| four and 7 pence to buy whisky. At the mention of whisky the wouldbe burglar became calm |aand left the place said he wd go good to him |bremarking |cgleefullyc|: You |cplucky stunningc| little Southdowner! You have some pluck, Southdowner! This is my goalball I've goalball, I've struck, this day!b| He then went away with the four & seven and his hurlbata| while the fenderite |awho bore up under all of it |bwith a no of bruises on himb|a| reported the occurrence |ato the |bVicar Streetb| watch housea|, his face being all covered with |anonfatala| blood as a |agooda| proof that he was bleeding from the nose, mouth & ears while some of his hair had been pulled off his head though otherwise his |aallrounda| health was |agood middlinga| enough. As regards the |afender pierced fender & fireguarda| the question of unlawfully obtaining is subsidiary to the far more capital point of the political bias of a person who, when mistakenly |amolested ambusheda|, was simply exercising one of the most primary liberties of the subject by walking along a public thoroughfare in broad daylight.

As if that would not do |abut little headway was made whena| a countryman Festy King who gave an address in |aMonaghan Joyce Country |bin the heart of a wellfamed poteen districtb|a| was subsequently brought up on an |aimproper improperly frameda| indictment of both counts. It was attempted to show that |ahaving come to rubbed some dirt on his face to disguise himself he was ata|
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the door fair |aof a Mondaya| with a pig the animal ate some of the doorpost, King selling it because it ate the woodwork |aof offa| her sty. An eyewitness said |ahe remembered the fifth of November |bwhich was going to go down in the annals of historyb| & one thing that particularly struck him wasa| he saw or heard |aunquestionablya| a man named Pat O'Donnell beat |a& murdera| another of the Kings, Simon, but where the ambush was laid there was not as much light as wd |alight dima| a child's altar and to the perplexedly uncondemnatory bench, the first King, Festy, declared |athrough his interpretera| on his oath & before God & their honours that he did not fire a stone either before or after he was born up to that day & this he |asupplemented had the neck to supplementa| in the same language by postasserting that |ahe wd imparta| he might never |aask toa| see sight or light of this world or the next |aworld |bor any other worldb|a| if ever he took or threw the sign of a stone either before or after being baptised up to that blessed |a& holya| hour.