2nd typescript, April-May 1927, I.4 draft level 5, 5+

MSBritish Library 47472 253-289 Draft details

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As the lion in our teargarten remembers the nenuphars of his Nile it may be that the besieged bedreamt him still and solely of those lililiths undeveiled which had undone him, gone for aye, and knew not the watchful treachers at his wake, and 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 oftbeen but good time wasted), petrified within his patriarchal shamanah, broadsteyne 'bove citie, he, conscious of enemies, prayed as he sat on anxious seat during that three and a half hours' agony of silence, in profundis malorum, with unfeigned charity that his wordwounder, a born who would go anyoldwhere on his |5mottled5| belly for milk, music or married missusses, might, mercy to providential benevolence's |5(who hates prudencies)º5| astuteness, unfold into the first of a distinguished dynasty of his posteriors,
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|5blackfaced connemaras not of the fold but elder children of his household,5| his most besetting of ideas (pace his |5twelve twolve5| predominant passions) being the formation, as in more favoured climes, of a truly criminal stratum, |5Ham's cribcracking yeggs,5| thereby at last eliminating from the oppidump much desultory delinquency from all classes and masses with directly derivative decasualisation|5: and so the hobedienceº of t the citizens be the ealth of the ole5|.
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Let us leave theories there and return to here's here. Now hear. The coffin, feets to the east, was to turn in handy later, materially effecting the cause. And this is the howe. Any number of conservative public bodies, |5through select and other committees,5| before voting themselves by a fit and proper resolution once for all out of plotty existence, made him, while his body still existed, their present of a grave in Moyelta of the best Lough Neagh pattern, then as much in demand among misonesans as the Isle of Man today among limniphobes. It was in a fairly fishy condition after the Fianna's foreman had taken his handful, enriched with ancient woods |5and dear dutchy deeplinns5| mid which were an old knoll and a troutbeck, |5vainyvain of her osiery and5| chatty with any Wilt or Walt who would ongle her as Izaak did to the tickle of his rod and watch her waters: and there now|5, brownº peater everippleº5| (may their quilt gild lightly over his somnolutent |5form!) form!),º5| Whoforyou lies his last, by the wrath of |5God Bog5|, like the erst curst Hun in the bed of his trueblue Donawhu.

This wastohavebeen underground heaven, first in the west, he openly damned and blasted by means of a hydromine, system Sowan and Beltiny, exploded from a |5reinvented5| bombingpost up ahoy of eleven hundred and thirtytwo wingrests (circiter) to sternboord out of his aerial thorpeto, Auton Dynamon, contacted with the expectant minefield by tins of improved ammonia lashed to her shieldplated gunwale and fused into tripup cables, slipping through tholes 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 time |5of beard, some saying it was Sygstrygg'sº to nine, more holding it was Dane to pfife5|. He afterwards carefully lined the ferroconcrete result with rotproof bricks and mortar, fassed to fossed, so encouraging other useful bodies public such as |5the Breeders' Union,5| the Guild of Merchants of the Staple to present unto him over and above that a stone slab with the usual address of valediction: We have done with you, Mr Herewhippit, skidoo! Show coffins, winding sheets, cinerary urns, liealoud brasses, 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 |5presenile5| days of his life of opulence, |5ancient ere decrepitude,5| whaling away the whole of the while, lethelulled |5between explosion and reexplosionº5| from grosskopp to megapod, embalmed, |5of grand age,5| rich in death anticipated.

The other spring offensive on the heights of Abraham may have come about all quite by accident. Foughtarundser |5(for Breedabrooda had at length persuadedº him to have himself to be buried in Finntown)º5| had not been three monads in his watery grave when portrifaction, 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, |5in New South Ireland and Vetera Uladh,5| bluemin and pillfaces, during the ferment With the Pope or On the Pope, had, moors or letts, grant ideas, |+5granted grunted+|5|) all conditions|5, poor cons and dives mor,5| were drawn toowards their Bellona's Black Bottom, once Woolwhite's Waltz (Ohiboh, how becrimed, becursekissed and bedumbtoit!), some for want of proper feeding in youth, others already caught in the honourable act of slicing out careers for family and carvers in conjunction: and, if emaciated enough, the person garrotted may have suggested to whomever
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took the ham of|5, the plain being involved in darkness,5| low cirque waggery, nay, even the first old wugger of himself in the flesh incarnadined, when falsesighted by the ifsuchhewas bully on the hill, a tory of the tories, for there had circulated freely fairly among his opposition the feeling that in so hibernating Massa Eewacka, who, previous to that demidetached life, had been known of barmicidal days, cook said, between soup and savoury, to get outside his own length of rainbow trout as no man of woman born, was, like the salmon of his ladderleap, all this time of totality, secretly feeding on his own misplaced fat.

Ladies did not disdain those |5pagan ironed5| times of the first city |5(called after the ugliest Danadune)5| when a frond was a friend idneed to carry|5, as earwigs do their dead,5| their soil to the earthball. Venuses were gigglibly temptatrix, vulcans guffawably eruptious and the whole wives' world frockful of fickles. Fact, any human inyan you liked any erenoon or |5after efter5| would take her bare goddkin out, or an even pair of hem, and prettily pray with him (or with em even), everyhe to her taste, long for luck, tapette and tape petter and take pettest of all. Wells she'd woo and wills she'd win but how the deer knowed where she'd marry |5her5|! Arbour, bucketroom, caravan, ditch? Coach, carriage, wheelbarrow, dungcart? 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 |5salmofarious5| germs in gleefully through the smithereen panes — Widow Strong, then, did most all the scavenging from good King Hamlaugh's gulden doyne onwards, but her lean besom cleaned but sparingly, and her bare statement reads that,
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there being no macadamised sidetracks |5in on5| those old nekropolitan nights barring a footbatter|5, Bryant's Causeway,5| bordered with speedwell, white clover and sorrel a wood knows,
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which left off where the plaintiff was struck, she left down, as scavengers who will be scavengers |5will must5|, her filthdump near the |5Dog Pond Serpentine5| in Phoenix Park (at her time called Finewell's Keepsacre but later tautaubapptossed Pat's Purge), all over which fossil footprints, bootmarks, fingersigns, elbowdints, kneecaves, breechbowls a.s.o. were all successively traced of a mostenvolving description. What |5safer place subtler place of the weald5| than such castrament to hide a leabhar from Thursmen's brandihands or a loveletter, lostfully hers, that would be lust on Ma, than there where 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: and his nuptial eagles sharped their beaks of prey: and every murphyl man of us, pome by pome, falls back into this terrine: as it was let it be, says he! And it is as though the streamlettes of the obluvial waters of our noarchic memory withdrew, windingly |5obedient goharksome5|, at her rude word: Lave that bloody stone as it is! What are you doing your dirty minx and his big treeblock way up your path? Slip around, you, by the rere of the minister's! And, you, take that barrel back where you got it, MacShane's, and go the way your old one went, Hatchettsbury Road! And, gish, how they gushed away, the pennyfares, a whole school for scamper, with their sashes flying sish behind them, all the little pirlypettes! Issy-la-Chapelle! Any lucans, please?
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Yes, it was hard by the howe goes there, plainly on this disoluded spot, rupestric then, resurfaced that now is, in the saddle of Brennan's pass, versts |5and versts5| from true civilisation, where livland yontide meared with the wilde, saltlea with flood, that the attackler, though under medium, with truly native pluck engaged |5him who the Adversary whom5|, for plunder sake, he mistook in the heavy rain to be |5Oglethorpe or5| somebody else to whom he bore some |5facial michelangiolesqueº5| 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, at 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 |5swede Swede5|, and in the course of their tussle the taller man said to the |5other miner5| who was carrying the worm:

— Let me go, Paudheen! I hardly knew ye.

Later on the same man (or a different and younger ham of the same him) asked |5in the vermicular5| with a very eggly chew-chin-grin as if he forgot something:

— Was six victorios fifteen pigeon takee offa you, tell he me, strongfella, by pickypocky ten to four months behindaside?

There were some further severe tries to convert for the best part of an hour and now a |5wooden woden5| affair in the shape of a webley fell from the intruser who |5thereupon whereupon5| became friendly and wanted to know, laying all joking and knobkerries aside, if his change companion, 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, 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|5, major5|? To this the other who had mummed and mauled up to that rather amusedly replied:

— Woowoo would you be |5greatly grossly5| 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 tropping which you might just as well have to buy J. J. and S. with. |5Heart alive!5| Whwh at very first wind of gaygay and whiskwy, 's wick ears pricked up, the starving gunman, strike him pink, became strangely calm and forthright said he would go good to him |5some day suntime5| and remarking in languidoily, apparently much more highly pleased than tongue could tell at this opening of a lifetime and the foretaste of the Dun Bank pearlmothers and the boy to wash down which he would feed to himself in the Ruadh Cow at Tallaght and then |5in into5| the Good Woman at Ringsend and after her |5in inat5| Conway's Inn at Blackrock and, first to fall, cursed be all, where appetite would keenest be, |5at atte5| Adam and Eve's in Quantity Street:

— You stunning little southdowner! I'd know you anywhere, Declaney, let me trucefully tell you, and who the hell else, be your blanche patch! Goalball I've struck this night of nights, by golly! My hat, you have some bully German grit, sundowner! With that the queer
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mixture exchanged the pax in an 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, to keep some crowplucking appointment while this poor delaney who he left along with the fender behind and who bore up wonderfully wunder all of it with a whole number of plumsized contusiums, plus alasalah bruised coccyx, all over him, reported the occurrence in the best way he could, giving the military salute, in justifiable hope that some lotion or fomentation of poppyheads would be exhibited to the parts, at the nearest watchhouse on Vicar Lane, his face all covered with nonfatal mammalian blood as proof positive 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 earthenborn and |5rockcrystal to wreck isinglass but5| coming along gradually to the question of |5boney's5| unlawfully obtaining a pierced paraflamme and |5claptrap5| fireguard, there crops out the still more salient point of the politish leanings and town pursuits of our forebeer, who, when |5within the black of your nail of being5| mistakenly ambushed and as close as made no matter to being |5revolvered kayoed5| offhand when the |5hyougono5| 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 |5semitary5| thrufahrts, to walk, Wellington Park Road, 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 |5praisegood thankfully for the |awrathbereaveda| ringdove and the |afearstunga| boaconstrictor and all the more5| right jollywell pleased, which he was, at having other people's weather.

But to return to the Atlantic. As if that were not to be enough for anyone but little headway, if any, was made in solving the wasnottobe crime conundrum when a child of Maam, Festy King, who gave an address in old plomausch Mayo of the Saxons in the heart of a foulfamed poteen district, was subsequently brought up |5at the Old Bailey5| on the calends of Mars 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 |5trowsers trowswers5| all out of the true (as he had purposely torn up all his cymtrymanx clothes), deposing for
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his exution in the royal Irish vocabularly how the whole suet had fallen off him unaccountably while he was trying for to stick fire to himcell, it 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 at the |5middlewhite5| fair in Mudford of a Thoorsday under an illassumed name of Tykingfest picked out of a tellafun book, ellegedly with a |5pedigrueº5| pig (unlicensed) and a hyacinth. The gathering, convened |5by the Irish Angricultural and Prepostoral Ouraganisationsº5| to help the Irish muck to look his brother dane in the face, and attended by large numbers, tospite of the deluge, was distinctly of a scattery kind when the |5animal ballybricken5| ate some of the doorweg, King later selling the gentleman ratepayer because she ate a whole side of her |5(the animal's)5| sty, Qui Sta Troia, in order to pay off six doubloons fifteen arrears of his, the villain's not the rumbler's, rent. Remarkable evidence was given, anon, by an eye, ear, nose and throat witness, W— P—, who|5, upon takin letting down his rice and |apeagreen peacegreena| coverdisk,5| smiled and stated to his eliciter |5underº his morse mustaccents5| that he was pleased to remember the filth of November|5, hatinaringº, rowdy O,5| which|5|+, with the jiboulees of |aMarch |bJune Junob|a|,+|5| was going, please the Rainmaker, to decemb into the ephemerides of profane history and that one thing which would particularly strike a person of such sorely tried observational powers as Sam, him and Moffatt the striking thing about it was that he was patrified to see, hear, taste and smell on Struggle Street as his time of night how Hyacinth O'Donnell, B.A., described in the calendar as a mixer and wordpainter, with part of a |+5dungfork sivispacem (Gaeltact for dungfork)+|5| on the fair green |5at twentyfourº o'clock5| sought to sack, sock, stab and slaughter singlehanded another two of the old kings, |5Gush Gashº5| MacGale and Roaring O'Crian, |5Jr,º5| both |5changelings5| of no address and in noncommunicables, between him and whom |5ever since |awallopsa| before the Mise of Lewesº5| bad blood existed on the ground of trespass on the bull |5or because he firstparted his |apolarbeebera| hair in twowaysº5| or because they could not say meace, meathe. The litigants, he said, local kingsmen and donalds, were egged on by their
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supporters in the shape of bitterwomen waving crimson petties and shouting |5from Isod's towertop5|.

There were cries from the thicksets in court and from the macdublins on the bohernabreena of: Mind Messer, the ban from Banagher, Mick, sir! Prodooce O'Donner. A Bu!

But it oozed out in crossexanimation of the casehardened |5testies testis5| that when and where that knife of knifes the threepartied ambush was laid (roughly speaking around halftime 'twixt dusk in dawn|5|+,
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by Waterhose's
+|5| near |5Stop and Thinkº,5| the only abfalltree in auld the land) there was not as much light from the widowed moon as would dim a child's altar. The mixer, accordingly, was bluntly broached as to whether he was one of those lucky cocks for whom the audible-visible-gnosible-edible world existed. That he was only too sure of it |5|afor because|b, living, loving, breathing and sleeping toneformcolour, as he most significantly did,ºb|a| |awhen everywhena| he thought he heard he saw he felt he made a bell clipperclipperclipperclipper5|. Whether he was |5practically5| sure too of his names in this king and |5countryman blousymanº5| business? That he was |5particularly pediculously5| so. It was |5Morbus5| O'Somebody? A'quite. And how did he arrive at the B.A.? That it was like his poll. A crossgrained trapper with |5murty5| odd eyes, |5projecting awlpierced5| ears, inquiline nose and a twitcherous mouth? He would be. |5|+And with a stopper head, bottle shoulders, a barrel belly andº tumblerous legs? The very man!+| Rooskayman? Sooner Gallwegian he would say.5| Not unintoxicated, fair witness? Drunk as a fishup. |5The gracious miss was no doubt sensible how he was altered? That she generally was!º As to his religion, if any? It was the see-you-Sundayº sort. |a|bExactly what he meant by a pederast prig? Just a |+gentleman gent+| who prayed his lent.b| And whether |bthe thisº middleclassedb| portavorous was a usefulº beast? About as useful as a vomit to a |+poor shorn+| man.a|5| The grazing rights |5(Mrs Magistra Martinetteº)5| expired with the expiry of the goat's sire, if they were not mistaken? That he |+5could not exactly exactly could not+|5| tell the worshipfuls but his mother had the receipt for the price of the coffin and she could tell them. Quare hircum? No answer. Unde gentium fe …? No ah. |+5As And asº+|5| to the pugnacities evinced during the affray how they appealed to him then? That it was wildfires night, Mickmichael's soords shrieking shrecks
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through the wilkinses and Neckanicholas' toastingforks pricking prongs up the tunnybladders. |5|s+Let there be fight? And there was. Foght.ºs+| |aThey were The devoted couple was or werea| only two solicitresses on the job of the unfortunate class? That was about it. And if it was all about that? About that and the other.5| Briefly, how it all finally struck him now? Like the crack that bruck the benk in Multifarnham. Whether he |5knew fell in with5| what |5they theyº5| meant? That he suppoxed he did. If it was a bad clap? Oo! Bloody awful? Shocking! Whura­whora­scorta­strumpa­porna­blank­strippuck­puttanach, eh? You have it all right.

But a new complexion was put upon the matter when to the perplexedly uncondemnatory bench the |5first senior5|
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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 poesy through his Brythonic interpreter on his oath, whereas take notice be the relics of the bones of the storybouchal that was ate be Cliopatrick (the sow), afore God and all their honours and king's commons that |5if yif5| live thurkells |5followed folloged5| him about sure that was no steal and that he did not fire a stone either before or after he was born down and up 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 moonlight's hope, in the same trelawney what he would impart, pleas bench, to Jesus and the gentlemen in Jury's that he might never ask to see sight or light of this world or the other world or any other world, as true as he was there in that jackabox that minute, or wind the inexousthausthible wassailhorn with his heroes in Warhorror, if ever in all his exchequered career he up or lave a chancery hand 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 ever blessed hour. Awham.

Here, upon the halfkneed castleknocker's attempting kithoguishly to |5lilt his and5| make the sign of the Roman Godhelic faix, outbroke much laughters |5from the heall5| (Ha!) in which, under the mollification of methaglin, the testifighter reluctingly|5, but ever so ladylike,5| joined. (Ha! Ha!)

The hilariohoot of Pegger's Windup cumjostled as neatly with the tristitone of the Wet Pinter's as were they, isce et ille, equals of opposites, evolved by a onesame 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 duadestinies.

Whereas the maidies of the bar fluttered and flattered around the willingly pressed, complimenting him on his having all his senses about him, stincking hyacinths through his curls and bringing busses to his cheeks|5, their masculine |aIrish rose Oirisher Rosea|,5| and legando round his nice new neck for him and pizzicagnoling his woollywags, it was not unobserved of those presents, their worships, how, of one among all, Gemma Gentia of the Makegiddyculling Reeks, he, wan and pale in his unmixed admiration, seemed blindly, mutely, tastelessly, tactlessly innamorate, with heruponhim in shining aminglement, the shaym of his hisn shifting into the shimmering of her hers till the wild wishwish of her sheeshea melted moist 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 had caused to occur?) the four justicers laid their wigs together, Untius, Muncius, Punchus and Pylax, but could do no worse than promulgate
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their standing verdict of Nolans Brumans whereonafter King, having murdered all the English he knew, left the tribunal scotfree, trailing his tunic in his hurry, thereinunder proudly showing off the blink patch to his britgits |5to prove himself a real gentleman5|. To the Switz bobbyguard's curial but courtlike: Commodore valley O hairy, Arthre jennyrosy?, the firewaterloover returted with such a vinesmelling fortytudor ages rawdownhams tanyouhide |5as would the latten stomach even of an equinous so5| that all the twofromthirty advocatesses within echo, pulling up their briefs, safely and soundly soccered |5him that fenemine Parish Poser (howº dare he?!)5| umprumptu rightoway hames|5, much to his thanks, gratiasagam, to all the wrong donatricesº |a(for like your true venison lover he was as timid as the dears at Bottome)a|,º5| to biss Drinkbottle's Dingy Dwellings where he shat in (zoo) like the muddy goalbird who he was (dun), conclaiming|5: Your garbageº abaht our father! andº5| 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. Wind broke it. Wave bore it. Reed wrote of it. |5Sayce Syce5| ran with it. Hand tore it and wild went war. Hen trieved it and plight pledged peace. It 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? The old hunks on the hill read it to perlection. It made ma make merry and sissy so shy and rubbed some shine off Shem and put some shame into Shaun. And that was how, framm sin fromm son, acity arose, finfin funfun, asitting arows. Now tell me, tell me, tell me then!

What was it?


?......... O!

So there you are now there they were, when all was over again, the four of them, setting around |5in upin5| their judges' chambers, |5in the muniment room,5| under the auspices of Lally, around their old traditional |5unread5| |5table tables5| of the law |5like somany solansº5| to talk it over |5allagain allthesameagainº5|. Well and druly dry. Suffering law the dring. Accourting to |5the king's5| 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, for port' sake. Be it soon. Ah ho! And do you remember |5Singabob,5| the |5father badfather,º5| the same, |5|aold the greata| Howdoyoucallem, |aand his old nickname, |bDirty Daddy Pantaloons,ºb|a|5| in his monopoleums, behind the war of the two roses, |5with Michael Victory5| before
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he caught his paper dispillsation from the poke, old |5Minace and5| 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 do todo, North Mister? Get into my way! Ah dearome forsailorshe! |5Gone over the bays! |aWhen ginabawdy meadabawdy!a|5| Yerra, why would she 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, to be her jo? Sure, 'tis well I recollect him, H2CE3 that would take a township's breath away! Gob and I nose him too as well as I do meself, heaving up the Kay Wall by the 32 to 11 with his limelooking horsebags full of
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sesameseed, the Whiteside Kaffir, and his seaman's effluvium and his scentpainted voice, puffing out his brown cabbage! |5Pa!5| Thawt I'm a gull for his pawsdeen fiunn! Goborro, ses he, Lankyshies! Gobugga ye, ses I, O breezes west! I sniffed that lad long before anyone. It was when I was in my grandfather and she and myself firstnighters down Sycomore Lane. Fine feelplay we had of it mid the bluebells frisking in the cool dusk of the lushiness. My perfume of the pampas, says she (meaning me), putting out her netherlights, I'd sooner one sip to your mountain dew than enrich my acquaintance with that big brewer's belch.

|5And now a drink is shorter than a story.º5| And so they went on, |5the fourbottle men,5| unquam and nunquam and |5lager and colic lunquamº again5|, about her whosebefore and his wheresafter and |5how she was lost away |aawaya| in the fern andº how he was founded deap on deep in anearº |aand the rustlings and the twitterings and the raspings and the snappings and the sighings and the pantings and the ukukukingsº and the (hist!) the springapartings and the (pist!) the bybyscuttlings anda|5| all the scandalmunkers and the |5poor |apunread purea|5| craigs that used to be (up) that time living and lying and rating and riding round Nunsbelly Square. And all the buds in the bush. |5And the laughing
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5| Harik! Harik! Harik! The rose is white in the darik! And sunfella's nose has got rhinoceritis from haunting the roes in the parik! And contradrinking themselves |5|+|aabout |bMrs Niall of the Nine Corsages andb| the old markiss and|b, arrah,b| sure there was never a marcus |bat all at allb| among the manlies,º and |bpoor dearb| sir armouryº, queer sir rumoury,º and the old house by the |bchapelizod churpelizodº and all the goings on long before when they were |cgoingc| on retreat |c, the four of them,c| in Milton's Park under lovely Father Whisperer |cand making |dhis herd| love with his stuffstuff and feeling to find was she mushymushy c| and |cmaking meetingc| waters round the garden, trickle trickle trickle triss, please, |cmamma mimanc|, may I go flirting?º farmer'sº gone with a groomb|,ºa| how they used her, mused her, licksed her and cuddled+|5|. |+5A I+|5| differ with ye! Are you sure of yourself now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not and you're another! And Lully holding their breach of the peace for them. Pool loll Lully! To give and to take! And to forgo the pasht! |5|+And all will be forgotten!+|5| Ah ho! It was too too bad to be falling out about her kindness pet and the shape of ooooooooourang's time. Well, all right, Lally. And shakeahand. And schenkusmore. For Craig sake. Be it suck.

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Well, even should not the framing up of such figments in the evidential order bring the true truth to light as fortuitously as a dimseer's setting of a starchart might (heaven helping it!) uncover the nakedness of an unknown body in the fields of blue |5or as forehearingly as the sibspeeches of all mankind have foliated (earth seizing them!) from the root of somefunner'sº stotter,º5| all the soundest sense |5to be found immense our special mentalists5| now holds that by such playing possum our hagious curious encestor bestly saved his brush with his posterity|5, you, charming coparcenors, us, heirs of his tailzie5|. Gundogs of all breeds were beagling with renounced urbiandorbic
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bugles, hot to run him|5, given law,5| on a scent breasthigh, keen for the worry. View! |5Across From his holt outratted,º across5| the Juletide's genial grasslands from Mullinahob and Peacockstown, then bearing right upon Tankardstown, the outlier, a white noelan which Mr |5D'Alton's |aMacMahon's FitzUrse'sºa| basset5| beaters had first misbadgered for a bruin of some swart, led bayers the chace, then through Raystown and Harlockstown and|5, louping the loup, to5| Tankardstown again. Ear canny hare for doubling, 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|5, check,5| upon Ye Hill of Rut in full winter coat with ticker pads, pointing for his rooming house in his rolltoproyal hessians, a deaf fox's volponism hid him close in covert, miraculously ravenfed and buoyed up, in rumer, reticule, onasum and abomasum, upon |5(may Allbrewham have his mead!)5| the creamclotted sherriness of cinnamon syllabub. Hence hounds hied home. Preservative perseverance in the reeducation of his intestines was thus 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.

Assemblymen 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, 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 loal had dreven him blem, blem, stun blem. Sparks flew. He had fled again (open shunshema!) this country of exile, sloughed off home via the subterranean tunnel shored with bedboards, stowed away in a dutch bottom, |5|atunc tunkºa| the Arsa, hodº S.S. Finlandia,5| and was even now occupying|5, in his seventh generation,5| a physical body|5, Cornelius Magrath's,º5| in Asia Major. Wires hummed. Peacefully general astonishment assisted by regrettitude had put a term till his existence: he saw the |5family5| saggarth, resigned himself, put off his remainders, was recalled and scrapheaped by the Maker. Chirpings crossed. An infamous private ailment (vulgovariovenereal) had claimed endright, closed his vicious circle, snap. Jams jarred. He had walked towards 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 feet of demifrish water. Mush spread. On Umbrella Street a kind workman|5, Mr Whitlock,5| gave him a piece of his wood. Cracklings crickled. A human pest cycling |5(pist!)5| and recycling |5(past!)5| about the sledgy streets of the gardencity, here he was |5(pust!)5| again! He was loose at large and might be anywhere. Morse nuisance noised when a disguised nun of huge build and masculine manners, Mother Gygasta, hattracted hattention in a hominibuzz. Aerials bizzed to coastal listeners of an eartax collector's budget and bloody antichill
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cloak, its tailor's |5(Baernfather's)5| tab reading V.P.H., |5found nigh Scaldbrothar's Hole,º5| and divers shivered to think what manner of beast, wolves, croppies or fourpenny friars had devoured him. C.W. cast wide. On his postern|5, the boys had it,5| at Whitweekend had been nailed an inkedup title, inscribed in the national cursives, accelerated, regressive, filiform, turreted, and envemoloped in piggotry: Move up, Mumpty! Mike room for Rumpty! By order, Nickellous Plugg! And this go, no pentecostal jest about it, there had been real murder: the |5MacMahon5| boys, it was, that had done him in. Indeed not a few thick and thin wellwishers even ventured so far as to loan or beg copies of the |5evening trilingual5| |5triweeklies triweekly,º Scatterbrains' |aEvening Post Aftening Posht,ºa|5| so as to make certain sure onetime |5and be satisfied5| of his having become genuinely quite
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|5beetly5| dead whether by land whither by water. Transocean atalaclamoured him: The latter! The latter! He lay under leagues of it in deep Bartholomew's Deep.

|5Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune! Vikeroy Besights Smucky Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner Fathach I Fionnuisgehavenº. |aBeannalanna Bannalannaa| Bangs Ballyhooly out of Out Of Her Buddaree of a Of A Bullavogue.5|

But|5, their bright little contemporaries notwithstanding,5| on the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued expatriate a quarter of nine|5, imploring his resipiency,5| saw the infallible spike of smoke jutstiff punctual from the seventh gable of his buttertower and ten thirsty p.m., |5with oaths upon his lastingness,5| the lamps of maintenance, innerhalb the ziggurat, |5all brevetnamed, the wasting wyvern, the tawny of |ahisa| mane, the |aswinglowswinging bluepaws swinglowswaying bluepaw brorsºa|, the outstanding man, the lolllike lady,5| being litten for the long |5(O
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laud,º how long!)
5| lifesnight, a suffusion of transom and leadlight panes. Wherefore let it hardly by any |5thinking being be either said being thinking be said either5| or thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice|5, were he an Ivor the Boneless or an Olaf the Hvideº,5| was at his best a onestone parable, a rude breathing on the void of to be, or, more strictly, but tristurned initials, the cluekey to a worldroom beyond the roomwhorld; for scarce one, or pathetically few, of his contemporaries cared seriously or for long to doubt the canonicity of his existence as a tesseract.
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Dispersal women wondered. Was she fast?

Now listen 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 Varina Fay or Quarta Quaedam? Who, but who (for second time of asking), was then the scourge of the parts about Lucalizod, 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, whence is the herrington's white cravat, as, in epochs more cainozoic, who struck Buckley, though nowadays as thentimes every schoolfilly of sevenscore moons or more |5who knowsº her intimologies5| 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 |5(da! da!)º5| instead of Buckley who was |5caddishly5| struck by him when by himself. What fullpay poisonspy or which hatefilled |5woman crookedrib5|? And that such a vetriol of vinom a quiet stamp could cover! The loungelizards of the pumproom had their nine days' jeer when, still believing |5in her owenglass5| that the upper reach of her |5mouthless5| face and her impermanent waves were the better half of her, one nearer him, dearer than all, |5first
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warming creature of his early morn,
5| |5woman bondwoman5| of the man of the house and |5mother |amurrmurrer murrmurra|5| of all the mackavicks, she who had given his eye for her bed and a tooth for a child |5till |aonea| one and one ten and one hundred again, |aO me and O ye,º the hungray endº anngreen |b(|cfor and ifc| she is older |cnowc| than her teeth she has hair that
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is younger than |cthigne thighnec|, my dear!)
b|a|5|, she who will not rast her from her running to seek him till such times that she shall have been after hiding the crumbends of his enormousness in the areyou lookingfor Pearlfar sea, stood forth, dragging the countryside in her train, |5with pawns,º prelates and pookas in her piecebag,5| to crush the slander's head.

Wery (+5wee weeny+)5| wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartsyheat! |5Let him rest, thou wayfarerº, and take no gravespoil from him!º |aNeither mar his mound!ºa| The bane of Tut is on it. |aTurn we ware! Ware!a| There's a little lady waiting and her name is A.L.P. And you'll agree. She must be she. For who but Crippled-with-Children would speak up for Dropping-with-Sweat?5|

|5Told him her lease of ninenineninetee,
Tresses undresses so dyedyedaintee,
He, the great gudgeon, gulped it all.
He was the C.O.D.?

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