Fair copy, March 1927, I.4 draft level 4, 4+

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As the lion in our teargarten remembers the nenuphars of his Nile it may be thatº the besieged bedreamt him stillº and solely of those lililiths undeveiled which had undone him, gone for ayeº, and knew not the watchful treachers at his wake, andº theirs to stay. It may be that he reglimmed? presaw? the fields of wheat and fields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and shone. It may be that with his deepseeing insight (had not wishing oftbeenº but good time wasted), petrifiedº withinº his patriarchal shamanah, broadsteyne 'bove citie, he,º conscious of enemies, prayed as he sat on anxious seatº during that three and a half hours' agony of silence, in |v4profundo profundisv4| malorum, withº unfeigned charity that his wordwounder,º a born who would go |v4anyoldwhereºv4| on his belly |v4anywherev4| for milk, music or married |v4women, missusses,ºv4| might,º mercy to providential benevolence's astuteness,º unfold into the first of a distinguished dynasty of his posteriors,
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his most besetting of ideasº (pace his twelve predominant passions) being the formation, as in more favoured climes, of a truly criminal stratum, thereby at last eliminating from the oppidump much desultory delinquency fromº all classes and masses with directly derivative decasualisation.
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Let us leave |4theory theories4| there and return to here's here. Now hear. The coffin, feets to the east, was to turn in handyº later, materially effecting the cause. And this is the howe. Any number of conservative public bodies, before voting themselves by a fit and proper resolution once for all out of plotty existence,º made him, while his body still existed, their present of a grave in Moyelta of the best Lough Neagh pattern,º then as much in demand among misonesans as the Isle of Man today among limniphobes. It was in a fairly fishy condition afterº the Fianna's foreman had taken his handful,º enriched with ancient woods |4and mid which were an4| old knoll and a troutbeck, chatty with any |4Will Wilt4| or Walt who would ongle her as Izaak did to the tickle of his rod and watch her waters: and there now (may their quilt gild lightly over his somnolutentº form!) Whoforyou lies his last, by the wrath of God, like the erst curst Hun in the bed of his trueblue |4Donauhu Donawhu4|.

This wastohavebeen underground heaven, firstº in the west, he openly damned and blasted by means of a hydromine, systemº Sowan and Beltinyº, exploded from a bombingpost up ahoy of eleven hundred and thirtytwoº wingrests (circiter) to |4sternboard sternboordº4| out of his aerial |4thorpedo thorpeto4|, Auton Dynamon, contacted with the expectant minefield by tins of improved ammoniaº lashed to her shieldplated gunwaleº and fused into tripup cablesº, slipping through tholesº and playing down from the conning tower into the ground battery fuseboxes, all differing as clocks from keys since nobody appeared to have the same |4time and time. He4| afterwards carefully lined the ferroconcrete result with rotproof bricks and mortarº, fassed to fossed, so encouraging other useful bodies public such as the Guild of Merchants of the Stapleº to present unto him over and above thatº a stone slab with the usual address of valedictionº: We have done with you, Mr Herewhippit, skidoo! Show coffins, winding sheets,º cinerary urns, liealoud brassesº, snuffchests, poteentubbs and for that matter any kind of funeral bric to brac would naturally follow in the ordinary course, enabling that roundtheworlder to live safeathomely all the days of his life of opulence, whaling away the whole of the while, lethelulled from grosskopp to megapod, embalmed, rich in death anticipated.

The other spring offensive on the heights of Abraham may have come about all quite by accident. Foughtarundserº had not been three monads in his watery grave when |4putrifaction portrifaction4|, dreyfussed as ever, began to ramp, ramp, ramp, the boys are parching. From both Celtiberian camps (granting at the onset for the sake of argument that men on the two sides,º bluemin and pillfaces, during the ferment With the Pope or On the Pope, had, moors or letts, grant ideas, granted) all conditions were drawn toowards their Bellona'sº Black Bottom, onceº Woolwhite's Waltz (Ohiboh,º how becrimed, becursekissed and bedumbtoit!),º some for want of proper feeding in youth, others already caught in the honourable act of slicing outº careers for family and carvers |4in conjunction4|:º and,º if emaciated enoughº, the person garrotted may have suggested to whomeverº
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took the ham of low cirque waggery, nay, even the first old wugger of himself in the flesh incarnadined,º when falsesighted by the ifsuchhewas bully on the hill,º a tory of the tories,º for there had circulated freely fairly among his opposition |v4the feeling that in so hibernating |athat that the feeling that in so hibernatinga|v4| Massa Eewackaº, who, previous to that demidetached life, had been known of barmicidal days, cook said, between soup and savouryº, to get outside his own length of rainbow trout as no man of woman born, was, like the salmon of his ladderleap,º all this time of totality|v4,ºv4| secretly feedingº on his own misplaced fat.

Ladies did not disdain those times of the first cityº when a frond was a friend idneed to carry their soil to the earthball. Venuses were gigglibly temptatrix, vulcans guffawably eruptious and the whole wives' world frockful of fickles. Fact, any human inyanº you liked any erenoon or after would take her bare |4godkin goddkinº4| out, or an even pair of |4him hem4|, andº prettily pray with him (or with em even),º everyhe to her taste, long for luck, tapette and tape petter and take pettest of all. Wells she'd woo and wills she'dº win but |4how4| the deer knowed where she'd marry!º Arbour, bucketroom, caravan, ditch?º Coach, carriage, wheelbarrow, dungcart?º Kate Strong, a widow — she pulls a picture for us, glowing and very vidual, of old dumplan as she nosed it, a homelike cottage of elvanstone with droppings of biddies, stinkend pusshies, rotten witchawubbles and festering rubbages, if not worse, sending germs in gleefully through the smithereen panesWidow Strong, then, did most all the scavenging from good King Hamlaugh's gulden doyne onwards,º but her lean besom cleaned but sparingly,º and her bare statement reads that,
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there being no |v4macadamised sidewalks |amacadamiseda| sidetracksºv4| in those old nekropolitan nightsº barring a footbatter bordered with speedwell, white clover and sorrel a wood knows,
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which left off where the plaintiff was struck,º she left |4down4|,º as scavengersº who will be scavengersº will, her filthdump near the Dog Pond in Phoenix Park (at her time called Finewell's Keepsacreº but later tautaubapptossed Pat's Purge), all over which fossil footprints, bootmarks, fingersigns, elbowdints, kneecaves,º breechbowlsº a.s.o. were all successively traced of a |4mistenvolving mostenvolvingº4| description. What safer place than such castrament to hide a leabhar from Thursmen's brandihands or a loveletter, lostfully hers, that would be lust on Ma, than there whereº ructions ended, than here where race began: and by four hands of forethought the first babe of reconcilement is laid in its last cradle of hume sweet hume. Give over it! And no more of it! So pass the pick for child sake! O men! For hear Allhighest sprack: andº his nuptial eagles sharped their beaks of prey: and every murphylº man of us, pome by pome, falls back into this terrine: as it was let it be, says he!º And it is as though the streamlettes of theº obluvial waters of our noarchic memory withdrew, windingly obedient, at herº rude word:º Laveº that bloody stone as it is! Whatº are you doing your dirty minx and his big treeblock way up your path? Slipº around, you, by the rere of the minister'sº! Andº, you, take that barrel back where you got it, MacShane'sº, and go the way your old one went, Hatchettsbury Road! And|4, gish,º4| how they gushed away, the pennyfares, a whole school for scamper, with their sashes flying |4loose sish4| behind them, all the little pirlypettes! Issy-la-Chapelle! Any lucans, please?
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Yes, it was hard by the howe goesº there,º |4plainly4| on this disoluded spotº, rupestric then, resurfaced that now is, in the saddle of Brennan'sº pass, |v4miles versts v4| from true civilisation, where livland yontide meared with the wilde, saltlea with flood, that the attackler,º though under medium, withº truly native pluckº engaged him who, forº plunder sake, he mistook in the heavy rain to be somebody else to whom he bore some facial resemblance, making use of sacrilegious languages to the effect that he would cannonise the b—y b—r's life out of him and lay him out contritely as soon as the b—r had his b—y nightprayers said, atº the same time catching holst of an oblong bar he had and with which he usually broke furnitures he rose the stick at him. They struggled for some considerable time around the booksafe, fighting like purple top and tipperuhry swede, and in the course of their tussle the tallerº man said to the other who was carrying the worm:º

Letº me go, Paudheen!º I hardly knew ye.

Laterº on the same manº (or a different and younger ham of the same himº) asked with a very eggly chew-chin-grin as if he forgot somethingº:

Wasº six victorios fifteen pigeon takee offa you, tell he me, strongfella, by pickypockyº ten to four months behindaside?

Thereº |4was were4| some further severe tries to convert for the best part of an hour and now a wooden affair in the shape of a webley fell from the intruserº who thereupon became friendly and wanted to know, laying all joking and knobkerries aside, if his |4chance change4| companion,º who stuck still to the invention of his strongbox, happened to have the loots change of a tenpound crickler about him at the moment, addling that,º hap so, he would pay him back the six vics odd, do you see, out of that for what was taken on the man of samples last Yuni or Yuly, do you follow me? To this the other who had mummed and mauled up to that rather amusedly replied:

Woowooº would you be greatly surprised, Hill, to learn that, as it so happens, I honestly have not such a thing as the loo, as the least chance of a tinpanned crackler anywhere about me at the present mohomoment but I believe I can see my way, as you suggest, to advance you something like four and sevenpence between hopping and troppingº which you might just as well have to buy J. J. and S.º with. Whwh atº very first wind of gaygayº and whiskwy,º 's wickº ears pricked up, the |4starving4| gunman, strike him pink, became strangely calm and forthright said he would go good to him some day and remarking inº languidoily, apparently much more highly pleased than tongue could tell at this opening of a lifetime and the foretaste of the |4Red Dun4| Bank pearlmothers and the boy to wash down which he would feed to himself in the Ruadh Cow at Tallaght and then in the Good Woman at Ringsend and after her in Conway's Inn at Blackrock and, first to fall, cursed be all, where appetite would keenest be, at Adam and Eve's in Quantity Street:º

Youº stunning little southdowner! I'd know you anywhere, Declaney, let me trucefullyº tell you,º and who the hell else, be your blanche patch!º Goalball I've struck this |v4day of days night of nightsv4|, by golly! My hat, you have some bully German grit, sundowner! With that theº queer
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exchanged the pax in anº embrace or poghue puxy as practised between brothers of the same breast, hillelulia, killelulia, and levanted off over the assback bridge with the four and seven in danegeld and his humoral hurlbat or other uncertain weapon of lignum vitae picked up,º to keep some crowplucking appointment while this poor delaneyº who he left along with the fender behindº and who bore up wonderfully |4under wunder4| all of it with a whole number of plumsized contusiums, plus alasalah bruised coccyx, all over him, reported the occurrenceº in the best way he could, givingº the military salute, in justifiable hope that some lotion or fomentation of poppyheads would be exhibited to the parts,º at the nearest watchhouse onº Vicar Lane, his face all covered with nonfatal mammalian blood as proof positiveº of the seriousness of his character and that he was bleeding from the nostrils, lips, pavilion and palate, while some of his hair had been pulled off his head by Colt though otherwise his allround health appeared to be middling along as it proved most fortunate that not one of the two hundred and six bones in his corso was a whit the whorse for the whacking.

Nowthen, leaving clashing ash, brawn and muscle and brassmade to oust earthenbornº and coming along gradually to the question of unlawfully obtaining a pierced paraflamme and fireguard,º there crops out the still more salient point of the politish leanings and town pursuits of our forebeer, who,º when mistakenly ambushed and as close as made no matter to being revolvered offhandº when the heckler with the Peter the Painter wanted to hole him, was consistently practising the first of the primary
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liberties of the pacific subject by circulating alongst one of our umphrohibited thrufahrts, to walk, Wellington Park Road,º with the curb under his auxter and his alpenstuck in his redhand, a highly commendable exercise, or, number two of our acta legitima plebeia, on the brink of taking place upon a public seat, without intent to annoy either, being right jollywell pleased, which he was, at having other people's weather.

But to return to the Atlanticº. As if that were not to be enough for anyone but little headway, if any, was made in solvingº the wasnottobe crime conundrumº when a child of Maam, Festy King, who gave an address in old plomauschº Mayo of the Saxons in the heart of a foulfamed poteen district, was subsequently brought up on the calends of Marsº under an improperly framed indictment of both the counts. When the prisoner, soaked in methylated, appeared in dry dock, wearing his fight shirt, souwester and a policeman's corkscrew trowsers all out of the trueº (as he had purposely torn up all his cymtrymanx clothes), deposing for
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his exutionº in the royal Irish vocabularlyº how the whole suet had fallen off him unaccountably while he was trying for to stick fire to himcell, itº was attempted by the crown to show that King, impersonating a climbing boy, rubbed any luvial mud o'er his face with a clanetourf as the best means of disguising himself and was atº the fair in Mudford of a Thoorsday under an illassumed name of Tykingfest pickedº outº of a tellafun book, ellegedlyº with a pig |4(unlicensed)4| and a hyacinth. The gathering, convened to help the Irish muck to look his brother dane in the face,º and attended by large numbers, tospite of the deluge, was distinctly of a scattery kind when the animal ate some of the |4doorway doorweg4|, King later selling the gentleman ratepayer because she ate a whole side of herº sty,º Qui Sta Troia, in order to pay off six doubloons fifteen arrears of his, the villain's not the rumbler's,º rent. Remarkable evidence was given, anon, by an eye, ear, nose and throat witness, W— P—,º who smiledº and stated to his eliciter thatº he was pleasedº to remember the filth of November which was going, please the Rainmaker, to decemb into the ephemerides of profane history and thatº one thing which would particularly strike a person of such sorely tried observational powers as Sam, him and Moffattº the striking thing about it was that he was patrified to see, hear, taste and smellº on Struggle Streetº as his time of night howº Hyacinth O'Donnell, B.A.,º |4a mixer described in the calendar as a mixer and wordpainterº4|, with part of a dungfork on the fair green sought to sack, sock, stab and slaughter singlehanded another two of the old kings, Gush MacGaleº and Roaring O'Crian, both of no address and in noncommunicables, between him and whom bad blood existed on the ground of trespass on the bullº or because they could not say meace, meatheº. The litigants, he said, local kingsmen and donalds, wereº egged on by their
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supporters in the shape of bitterwomenº waving crimson petties and shouting.

Thereº were cries from the thicksets in court and from the macdublins on the bohernabreenaº of: Mind Messer,º the banº from Banagher, Mick, sir! Prodooce O'Donner. A Bu!

Butº it oozed out in crossexanimation of the casehardened testies that when and where that knife of knifes the threepartiedº ambushº was laid (roughly speaking around halftime 'twixtº dusk in dawn near the only abfalltree in |4(+auld+)4| the land) there was not as much light from the widowed moon as would dim a child's altar. |4The mixer, accordingly, was bluntly broached as to whether he was one of those |alucky cocksa| for whom the audible-visible-gnosible-edible world existed. That he was only too sure of it.4| Whether he was sure |4too4| of his names in this king and countryman businessº? That he was particularly so. It was O'Somebodyº? |4Quite A'quiteº4|. And how did he arrive at the B.A.?º That it wasº like his poll. A crossgrained |4person trapper4| with odd eyes, projecting ears, inquiline nose and a twitcherousº mouth? He would be. Not unintoxicated, fair witness? Drunk as a fishup. The grazing rights expired with the expiry of the goat's sire, if they were not mistaken? That he could not exactly tell the |4worships worshipfuls4| but his mother had the receipt for the price of the coffin and she could tell them. |4Quare |ahircus? hircum?a| No answer. Unde gentium fe …? No ah. As to the pugnacities evinced during the affray how they appealed to him |athena|? That it was wildfires |anighta|, Mickmichael'sº soords shrieking shrecks
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through the wilkinses and Neckanicholas'º toastingforks pricking prongs the up the tunnybladders.
4| Briefly, how |4it it all finally4| struck him now? Like the crack that bruck the benkº in Multifarnham. |4Whether he knew what they meant? Thatº he suppoxed he did. If it was a bad clap? |4Ao! Oo!4| Bloody awful? Shocking!º Whura­whora­scorta­strumpa­porna­blank­strippuck­puttanach, eh?4| You have it all right.º

Butº a new complexion was put upon the matter when to the perplexedlyº uncondemnatory bench the first
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king of all, Pegger Festy, as soon as the outer layer of stucckomuck had been removed at the request of a few live jurors, declared in a loudburst of poesyº through his Brythonic interpreter on his oath, whereas take notice be the relics of the bones of the storybouchalº that was ate be Cliopatrick (the sow), afore God and all their honours |4and king's commons4| that if live |4thurkeys thurkells4| followed him about sure that was no |4theft steal4| and that he did not fire a stone either before or after he was born down |4and up4| to that time. And this the sockdologer had the neck to endorse with the head bowed on him over his outturned noreaster by protesting to his lipreaders with a justbeencleaned barefacedness, abeam of |4moonlight soap moonlight's hope4|, in the same trelawney what he would impart|4, pleas bench,4| to Jesus and the gentlemen in Jury's that heº might never ask to see sight or light of this world or |4the other world or4| any other world, as true as he was there in that jackabox that minute, or wind the inexousthausthible wassailhorn with his heroes in Warhorror,º if ever |4in all his exchequered career4| he up or lave a |4hand chancery handº4| to take or throw the sign of a mortal stick or stone at man, yoelamb or salvation army either before or after being puptised down to that most holy and everº blessed hour. Awham.º

Here,º upon the halfkneed |4kithogue castleknocker's4| attempting kithoguishly to make the sign of the Roman Godhelic faix, outbrokeº much laughters |4(Ha!)4| in which, under the mollification of methaglin, the |4testifier testifighter4| reluctingly joined. |4(Ha! Ha!)º4|

The hilariohoot of Pegger's Windup cumjostledº |4so as4| neatly with the tristitone of the Wetº Pinter's as were they|4, |ahic iscea| et ille,º4| equals of opposites, evolved by a |4|asame onesamea|4| power of nature or of spirit, iste, as the sole condition and means of its himundher manifestation and polarised for reunion by the symphysis of their antipathies. Distinctly different were their |4destinies duadestiniesº4|.

Whereasº the maidies of the bar fluttered and flattered around the willingly pressed, complimenting him on his having all his senses about him, |4stinking stincking4| hyacinths through his curls and bringing busses to his cheeks and legando round his nice new neck for him and pizzicagnoling his woollywags,º it was not unobserved of those presents, their worships, how, of one among all, |4Gemma4| Gentiaº of the Makegiddyculling Reeks, he, wan and pale in his unmixed admiration, seemed blindly, mutely, tastelessly, tactlessly innamorate,º with heruponhim in shining aminglement, the |4shay shaym4| of his hisnº shifting into the shimmering of her hersº till the wild wishwish of her sheeshea melted moistº musically mid the dark deepdeep of his shayshaun.

And whereas distracted (for was not just this in effect which had just caused that the effect of that which it hadº caused to occur?) the four justicers laid their wigs together,º Untius, Muncius, Punchus and Pylax,º but could do no worse than promulgate
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|4the their4| standing verdict of Nolans Brumans whereonafterº King, having murdered all the English he knew, left the tribunal scotfree, trailing his |4coat tunic4| in his hurry, thereinunder proudly showing off the blink patch to his britgits. To the Switz bobbyguard's curial but courtlike: Commodore valley O hairy, Arthre jennyrosy?,º the firewaterloover returted with such a vinesmelling fortytudor ages rawdownhams tanyouhide that all the twofromthirty advocatesses within echo, pulling up their briefs, safely and soundly soccered him umprumptu rightoway hames toº biss Drinkbottle'sº Dingy Dwellings where he shat in (zoo) likeº the muddy goalbirdº who he was (dun), conclaiming gaingridando: Hon! Verg! Nau! Putor! Skam! Schams! Shames!

And so it all ended. And so everybody heard their complaint and all listened to their plause. |4The wind Wind4| broke it. |4The wave Wave4| bore it. |4The reed Reed4| wrote |4of4| it. |4The post Sayce4| ran with it. |4Hand tore it and wild went war. Hen trieved it and plight pledged peace. |aIt was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot, undone by a child. It was life but was it fair? It was free but was it art?a|4| The old hunks on the hill read it (+4at lecture to perlection+)4|. It made ma |4make4| merry and |4missy sissy so4| shy and rubbed some shine off Shem and put some shame into Shaun. And that was how|4, from sin from framm sin fromm son,4| acity arose, finfin funfun, asittingº arowsº. Now tell me, tell me, tell me then!

What was it?


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So there you are now there they were,º when all was over again, the four of them, |4sitting setting4| around in their judges' chambers, under the auspicesº of Lally, around their old traditional table of the law to talk it over allagain. Well and druly dry. Suffering law the dring. Accourting to the evelyns. So help her goat and kiss the bouc. Festives and highajinks and jintyaun and not to forget now a'duna o'darnel. The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them. So pass the push,º for port' sakeº. Be it soon. Ah ho! And do you rememberº the father the same, in his monopoleums, behind the war of the two roses, before
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he caught his paper dispillsation from the poke, old Minster York? Do I mind? I mind the gush off the mon like Ballybock manure works on a windy day. And the O'Moyly gracies and the O'Briny rossies chaffing him bluchface and playing him pranks. How do you doº todo, North Mister? Get into my way! Ah dearome forsailorsheº! Yerra, why would sheº heed that old gasometer with his hooping coppin and his dyinboosycough and all the birds of the southside after her, Minxy Cunningham, jimmies and jonnies,º to be her jo? Sure, 'tis well I recollect him,º H2CE3 that would take a township's breath away! Gob and I nose him too asº well as I do meself, heaving up the Kay Wall by the 32 to 11º with his limelooking horsebags |4full of
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4|, the Whiteside Kaffir, and |4his seaman's effluvium and4| his scentpainted voice, puffing out his brown cabbage! |4Thaw Thawt4| I'm a gull for his pawsdeen fiunn! |4Gomorro Goborro4|, ses he, Lankyshiesº! |4Bugger Gobugga4| ye, ses I,º O breezes west! I sniffed that lad long before anyone. Itº was when I was in my grandfather and she and myself firstnightersº down Sycomore Lane. Fine feelplay we had of it |4and mid4| the bluebells frisking in the |4lovedew cool dusk of theº lushiness4|. My perfume of the pampas, says she |4(meaning me)4|, puttingº out her netherlights, I'dº sooner one sip to yourº mountain dew than enrich my acquaintance with that big brewer's belch.

And so they went on, unquam and nunquamº and lager and colic, about her whosebefore and his wheresafterº and all the scandalmunkers and the poor craigs that used to be (up) that time living and lying and rating and riding round Nunsbelly Square. And all the |4birds buds4| in the bush. Harik! Harik! Harik! The rose is white in the darik! And sunfella'sº nose has got rhinoceritis from haunting the (+4deers roes+)4| in the parik! And contradrinking themselves. A differ with ye! Are you sure of yourself now?º You're a liar, excuse me! I will not and you're another! And Lully holding (+4the their+)4| breach of theº peace for them. (+4Poor Pool+)4| loll Lully! To give and to take! And to forgoº the |4past pasht4|! Ah ho! It was too too bad to be falling out about her kindness pet and the shape of |4ourang's ooooooooourang'sº4| time. Well, all right, Lally. And shakeahand. And schenkusmore. For Craig sake. Be it suck.

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(+4Even Well, even+)4| should not the framing up of such figments in the evidential order bring the true truth to light as fortuitously as a dimseer'sº setting of a starchart might (heaven helping it!) uncover the nakedness of an unknown body in the fields of blue all the soundest sense now holds that by such playing possum our hagious curious encestor bestly saved his brush |4for with his4| posterity. Gundogs of all breeds were |4speaking |~beaglings beagling~|4| with renounced urbiandorbic
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|4accents bugles4|, hot to run him on a scent breasthigh, keen for the worry. View! |4From Across the Juletide's genial grasslands from4| Mullinahob and Peacockstown, then bearing right upon Tankardstown, the outlier, a white noelan which Mr D'Alton's beaters had |4mistaken |afirsta| misbadgered4| for a bruin of some swart, led |4them (+hounds bayers+)4| the chace, then through Raystown and Harlockstownº and Tankardstown again. Ear cannyº hare for doubling,º through Cheeverstown they raced him, through Loughlinstown and Nutstown to wind him by the Boolies. But from the good turn when he last was lost upon Ye Hill of Rut in full winter coat |4and with4| ticker pads, pointing for his rooming houseº inº his rolltoproyal |4boots hessians,º4| a deaf fox's volponism hid him close in covert, miraculously ravenfed and buoyed up, in rumer, reticule, onasum and abomasum, upon the creamclotted sherriness of cinnamon syllabub.º Hence hounds hied home. Preservative perseverance in the reeducation of his intestines wasº thusº the rebuttal by whilk he sort of git the big bulge on the whole bunch of spasoakers in that sometime prestreet protown. Vainly violence, virulence and vituperation sought wellnigh utterly to attax and abridge, to derail and depontify, to enrate and inroad, to ongoad and unhume the great shipping mogul and underlinen overlord.º

Assemblymenº murmured. Reynard is slow!

One feared for his days. He had laid violent hands on himself, it was brought in Fugger's Newsletter, lain down, all in,º fagged out, with equally melancholy death. Big went the bang: then wildewide was quiet: a report: silence: last Fama put it under ether. The noase or the loalº had dreven him blem,º blem, stun blem. Sparks flew. He had fled again (open shunshema!) this country of exile, sloughed off home via the subterranean tunnelº shored with bedboards, stowed away in a dutch bottom,º and was |4even4| now occupying a physical body in Asia Major. Wires hummed. Peacefully general astonishment assisted by regrettitude had put a term till his existence: he saw the saggarth, resigned himself,º put off his |4remainder remainders4|, was recalled and scrapheaped by the Maker. Chirpings crossed. An infamous private ailment (vulgovariovenerealº) had claimed endright, closed his vicious circle, snap. Jams jarred. He had walked |4into towards4| the middle of an ornamental lilypond when innebriated up to the point where braced shirts meet knickerbockers when rodmen's firstaiding hands had rescued un from very possibly several feetº of |4demifresh demifrish4| water. Mush spread. On Umbrella Street a kind workman gave him a piece of hisº wood. Cracklings crickledº. A human pest cycling |4and recycling4| about the sledgy streets of the gardencity,º here he was again! He was loose at large and might be anywhere.º Morse nuisance noisedº when a disguised nun of huge build and masculine manners, Mother Gygasta, hattracted hattention in a hominibuzzº. Aerials bizzedº to coastal listeners of an eartax collector'sº budget and bloody antichill
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cloak, its tailor's tab reading V.P.H.,º and divers shivered to think what manner of beast, wolves, croppiesº or fourpenny friarsº had devoured him. C.W. cast wide. On his postern at Whitweekend had been nailed an inkedupº title, inscribed in the national cursives, accelerated, regressive, filiform, turreted, and envemoloped in piggotry: Move up,º Mumpty! |4Make Mike4| room for Rumpty! By order, Nickellous Plugg! Andº this go, no pentecostal jest about it, there had been real murder: theº boys, it was, that |4(+had+)4| done him in. Indeed not a few thick and thin wellwishers even ventured so far as to loan or beg copies of the evening triweeklies so as to make certain sure onetime of his having become genuinely quite
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dead whether by land whither by water. Transocean atalaclamoured him:º The latter! The latter! He lay under leagues of it in deep Bartholomew'sº Deep.

But on the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued expatriate a quarter of nine saw the infallible spike of smokeº jutstiff punctualº from the seventh gable of his buttertower and tenº thirsty p.m.,º theº lamps of maintenance, innerhalbº the zigguratº, being litten for the long lifesnight, aº suffusion of transom and leadlight panes. Wherefore let it hardly by any thinking being be either said or thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice was at his best a onestone parable, a rude breathing on the void of to be,º or, more strictly, but tristurned initials, the cluekey to a worldroomº beyond the roomwhorld;º for scarce one, or pathetically few,º of his contemporaries cared seriously or for long to doubt the canonicity of his existence as a tesseract.º
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Dispersal women wondered. Was |4he she4| fast?

Nowº listenº to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out your leaves of rose. The war is o'er. Was it Unity Moore or Estella Swifte or (+4Vanity Varina+)4| Fay or (+4Tertia Quarta+)4| Quaedam? Who, but who (for second time of asking),º was then the scourge of the parts about Lucalizod,º it was wont to be asked, as, in ages behind of the Homo Capite Erectus, what price Peabody's money, or, to put it bluntly, |4where whence4| is the |4harrington's herrington'sº4| white cravat, as, in epochs more cainozoic, who struck Buckley,º though nowadays |4as thentimes4| every schoolfilly of sevenscore moons or more and every colleen bawl aroof and every redflammelwaving warwife and widowpeace upon Dublin Wall for ever knows how it was Buckleyself who struck and the Russian general instead of Buckley who was struck by him when byº himself. What fullpay poisonspy or which hatefilled woman? And that such a vetriol of vinomº a quiet stamp could cover! The loungelizards of the pumproomº had their nine days' jeer when, still believing that the upper reach of her face and her impermanent waves were the better half of her, one nearer him, dearer than all, woman of the man of the houseº and mother of all the mackavicks, she who had given |4her his4| eye for |4his her4| bed and a tooth for a child, sheº who will not rast her from her running to seek him till such timesº that she shall have been after hiding theº crumbends of his enormousness in the areyouº lookingfor Pearlfar sea, stoodº forth, dragging the countryside in her train,º to crush the slander's head.

Wery wee wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Villeº, mercy of thy balmheartsyheatº!

Told him her lease of ninenineninetee,º
Tresses undresses so dyedyedaintee,º
He, the great gudgeon,º gulped it all.
He was the C.O.D.?º

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At Islandº Bridge she met her tide.º
Attabom, attabom,º attabombomboom!
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The Fin had a flux and his Ebba a ride.º
We're all up to the years in hues and cribies.
That's what she's done for wee!º
Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom!5|