Revised pages of The Mime (May 1934), late 1937, II.1§4 draft level 9, 9+
MS British Library 47477 169-172; 230-240 Draft details
But low, boys, low he rises, shrivering, with his spittyful eyes and his whoozebecome woice. Ephthah! Cisamis! Examen of conscience scruples now he to the best of his memory |9do schemado9|.
|9|aNo more Nu merea| for ever siden on the stolen. No more singing all the dags in his seng.
|aTrinitatis kink had mudded his dome, peccat and pent and foreº pree.a|9| He dooly redecant allbigenesis' henesies. He
|9proform proforhim9| penance |9and come off enternatural9|. He
|9make maketomake9| polentay rossum out of bianconies, hiking ahake like any nudgemenoughgorude all over Terracuta. No more throw acids, face all
lovabilities|9, appeal for the union and play for trinitys9|. He|9, praise Saint
|aCalumbaurnus Calembaurnusa|,9| make clean breast of goody girl now as ever drank milksoep from a spoen, weedhearted boy of potter and mudder, chip off old
|9flint |+flinn Flinn+| the
flinter9|, twig of the hider that tanned him. |9He go calaboosh all same he tell him out.
Teufteufº man he
strip him all mussymussy calico blong him all same he tell him all out how he make what name.9| He|9, through wolkenic connection,9| relation belong this remarkable moliman, Anaks Andrum, |9parleyglutton,º9| pure blood Jebusite. Intrance on back. Most open on the laydays. He, A. A., possible, sooth to say, notwithstanding |9far former guiles and9| he gaining fish considerable, |9by saving grace after avalunch, |aeven while lossassinated by summan,ºa|9| to look most prophitable |9with glazzy okodoko allsereneº9| out of smily skibluh eyes. He repeat of him as pious alios cos he ast for shave and haircut people said he'd shape of hegoat where he just was sheep of herrgott with his tile togged. Top. Not true |9what chronicles is bringing9| his portemanteau priamed full potatowards.
Big dumm crumm digaditchies say |9short again akterº9| he coaxyorum offering candid zuckers on Spinisters' Walk in presents to lilithe maidinettes for at bloo his noose for him with pruriest pollygameous inatentions, he having that pecuniarity spectacularly |9in heather cliff emurgency9| on gale days because souffrant chronic from a plentitude of house torts. Colossul rhodomantic lie Scholarina say when he |9greyed vike cuddlepuller9| walk in her sleep his pig indicks weg more als femtifem funts. |9Of so little is her timentiousnestº great for greeting his immensesness. Sattº soonas sett they were, her uyes as his auriholesº.9| How coold one classically? One could naught clitically. Ininest lightingshaft only for lovalit smugpipe, his Mistress Mereshame, of cupric tresses, the formwhite foaminine, the ambersandalled. A mish he is as good as a mountain and|9, holy balm, of seinsed myrries,º9| everybody |9what is found of his gients9| he know |9Meisther Mi Meistral9| Wickingson, |9furframed Noordwogen's kampftenº,9| with complexion of blushing dolomite fanned by ozeon brisees, |9what naver saw his bedshead farrer and nuver met his swigamore,9| have his ignomen |9from |aprime primaa| signation9| of being Master Milchku, queerest man in the benighted queendom, and|9, adcraft aidant,9| how he found the kids. Other accuse about him as lochkneeghed forsunkener, |9dope in stickknob,9| all a meltingmoult after rhomatism, purely simply |9tommy tammy9| ratkins. |9The kurds of Copt on the berberutters and their bedaweens! |aEven was shesº whole begeds off before all his nahars in the koldbethizzdryel. Not one zouz!a|9| They whiteliveried ragsups, two Whales of the Sea of Deceit, they bloodiblabstard shooters, three Dromedaries of the Sands of Calumdonia. |9|aAs is note worthies to shock his hind! Such askors and their ruperts they are putting in is alse false liarnels.a| The froekenhaltedº victims! Whore affirm is |aagainsa| sempry Lotta Karssens.9| In his contrary |9and on reality9| this Heer Assassor Neelsoen laxtleap great change of retiring family buckler, highly accurrect in his everythinks, from tencents coupoll to bargain basement, live with howthhold of nummer seven, wideawake, woundabout, wokinbetts, weeklings, in black velvet |+9sidden senest+|9| mangy yaars and got a |9daarligt daarlingt9| babyboy bucktooth coming on ever so nursely at 81. That why all parks up excited about his gunnfodder. |9That why ecrazyaztecs preaching him mornings and makes a power of spoon vittles out of his praverbs.9| That why he, persona erecta, glycorawman, arsenicful feminister, with two purses, agitating his theopot with wokkleabout shake, rather uncoherend, from one 18 to one 18 bis. Old grand tut tut toucher up of young poetographies and he turn aroundabrupt red altfrumpishly falls some make one noise. It's his last lap, Gigantic, fare him weal! |9Revelation!9| A fact. True bill. By a jury of matrons. Hump for humbleness, dump for dirts. And, to make a long stoney badder |9and a whorly show a |aperfect parfactºa| sight9|, his Thing went the wholyway rutup Suffrogate Strate.
Helpmeat too, contrasta toga, his fiery goosemother, woman who did, he tell princes of the age about. |9You sound on me, judges! Suppose we brisken up,
kings!º9| Meet the Mem, Avenlith, |9foundling filly of fortyshilling tailor, shipman's shopahoyden,9| all
viviparous out of couple of lizards. She just as fenny as he is fulgar. How laat soever her latest still her |9logs
sawlogs9| come up all standing. |9Psing a psalm of psexpeans, apocryphul of rhyme.9| His cheekmole of Allaph foriverever her
allinall and his Kuaran never teachit her the be thee owner of thyself. So she not swop her eckcot heim for Howarden's Castle, Englandwales. But be the alleance of iern on his flamen vestacoat, the fibule of broochbronze to his wintermantle of pointefox. Who not knows she, the Madame Coolley-Couley, spawife to laird of manna, when first
come into the pictures more as hundreads |9elefents elskerelks'9| yahrds of annams callaway, factory fresh and fiuming at the mouth, wronged by Hwemwednoget (|9magrathmagreeth,9| he |9take takable9| a rap for that early party) and whenceforward, Ani Mama and her |9forty fiertey9| bustles, terrified of gmere gnomes of gmountains and furibound to be back in her mytinbeddy? |9Schi schi, she feightened allsouls at pignpugn and gats a pannº in her stummi from the pialabellars in their pur war.9| Yet jackdicktating
all around her about his poorliness due to panellism and grime for that he harboured her when feme sole and led her in antient consort ruhm and bound her durant coverture so as she cowed not steal from him|9, ozº her or damman,9| so as if ever she's beleaved by |9chickenbrooth checkenbrooth9| death since both was parties to the feed it's Hetman MacCumhal foots the funeral. Mealwhile she |9feed schopp nutre9| him jacent from her elmer's almsdish|9, |agiantar and tschaina as sieme as bibrondasa| |ato witha| Foli |aSegnior's Signur'sa| tinner roumanschy to fishle the |aludwigs ladwigsa| out of his lugwags, like a skittering kitty skattering hayels,º9| when his favourites were all beruffled on him and her own undesirables justickulating, it was such a blowick day. |9Winden wanden wild like wenchen wenden wanton.9| The why if he but would bite |9and plug his baccypipes and renownse the devlins in all their pumbs and kip the streelwarkers out of the plague and nettleses milk from sickling the honeycoombe and kopº Ulo Bubo selling foulty treepes,9| she would |9|xmake massa dinars with her savuneenº |adealinsh, |s+dealinsh, ould oustria mulctomalact, dealinsh andºs+|a|x|9| delicate her nutbrown glory cloack to Mayde Berenice and hang herself in Ostmannstown Saint Mary's and make no more mulierage before mahatmas or moslemans, but would ondulate her shookerloft hat |9with a viv baselgia and a clamast apotria9| like any purple cardinal's princess to the papal's legate from the Vactucum, Monsaigneur Rabbinsohn Crucis, on account of all he quaqueduxed and the nations abhord him and wop mezzo scudo to Sant Pursy Orelli |9that gave Luiz-Marios away Josefsº their loyal devouces9| to be offered up missas for vowts for widders.
Hear, O worldwithout! Tiny tattling! |9Backwoods, be wary! Daintytrees, go dutch! |aBring lolave branches to mud cabins and peace to the tents of |bCedar Cederb|, Neomenie. The |bhour feastb| of |bTubbernigglers Tubbournigglersºb| is at hand. Shopshup, Inisfail! Timple temple tells the bells. In syngagyng a sangasongue.ºa|9|
But who comes yond with pire on poletop? He who relights our spearing torch, the moon. |9Evering height in chrystaldome, pritheeso, ana liev!º9| And the hag they damename Coverfew hists from her lane. And haste, 'tis time for bairns ta hame. Chickchilds, comeho to roo. Comehome to roo, wee chickchilds doo, when the wildwerewolf's abroad. Ah, let's away and let's gay and let's stay chez where the log foyer's burning!