Typescript and fair copy, late 1932, II.1§6 draft level 3
MS missing, British Library 47477 107-108 Draft details
Postreintroducing Jeremy, the flowing
(3tale taal3) that brooks no brooking runs on to say how, as it was mutualiter foretold of him
by a timekiller to his spacemaker, velos ambos and arubyat knights, with their tales within wheels (3& and3) stucks between spokes, on the hike from Elmstree to Stene and back, running awage with the use of reason (sics) and ramming amok at the brake of his voice (secs), his lasterhalft was set for getting the besterwhole of his (3yougendtougend yougendtougend,3) for control number thrice was operating the subliminal of his invaded personality. He nobit smorfi endgo poltri and let all the tondo gang bola del ruffo. Baito no know him mor. Eat larto altruis with most perfect stranger.
Boo, you're through!
Hoo, I'm true?
Men, (3pots ache a day teacan a tea3) simmering, (3O homoº3) mavrone (3Kerry Asthma kerry O3)?
He wept indeiterum. With such a tooth he seemed to love his wee tart when a buy. Highly momourning, he see thee before him. Melained from nape to kneecap though vied from (3thigh her3) girders up. Holy
Santalto, cursing saint, sight most deletious! An (3nay they3) bare falls witless against thee, how slight becomes a hidden wound! It will paineth him in that where of him whence he had loseth his once for
every, ever though mode grow (3moramor3) maenneritsch and the Tarara boom decay. Immaculacy, give but to drink to his shirt and all frohlined (3skirtascortas
skirtaskortas3) must to change her tunics. So (3ward warred3) he from first to last forebanned and, betweenly a smuggler for lifer.
Lift the blank, ve veared as hell! Split the hvide and aye seize heaven! He knows for he's seen it in black and white through his eyetrompit, trained upon (3jinnius jenny's3) and all
(3those sort of thingirls that sort of thing3), (3which is3) dandymount to a
clearobscure. Prettimaid(3hues tints3) may (3have
try3) their (3cry; taunts:3) apple, bacchante, custard, dove, eskimo,
(3fawn feldgrau3), ginger, hematite, isinglass, jet, kipper, lucile, mimosa, nut, oysterette, prune,
quasimodo, royal, sago, tango, umber, vanilla, (3wistaria wisteria3), xray, yesplease, zaza, philomel, theerose. What are they all by? Shee.
If you nude her in her prime, make sure you find her complementary or, by Angus Dagdasson and all his picciapiccions, on your very first occasion she'll prick you where you're proudest with her unsatt speagle eye. Look sharp, she's signalling again from among the asters. Turn again, wistfultone, loud mere of Doubtlin! Arise, Land-under-Wave! Clap your lingua to your pallet, drop
your jowl with a jolt, tambourine until your breath slides, pet a pout and it's out. Have you got me, Allysloper?
(3|shMyº top it was brought |~the bravest
|+Achills Achill's+|~| low, my middle I ope before you, my bottom's a waltzer |ato the word
ifº ever there waltzeda| and my |awhole's wholea| the flower that stars the day and is solly well worth your pilger's fahrt.
|+|shWhere there's a hitch, a head of things, let henker's halter hang the hindmost.sh|+| For I
|aseen see througha| your weapon. |aYour Thata| cry's not
Cucullusº. |~|shAnd his eyelids are
painted.sh|~| If my tutor here is cut out for an oldeborre I'm Flo, shy of
|~change peeps,~| you know. But when |~his beetle's he beetles~|
backwards,º ain't I fly?sh| |shPull the bough, peep,º
to see how |~bee |ablank we
sleep.a|~| |~Peepeep Bee Peep~|! Peepette!sh|
|shWould you like |~his that lump of a~| tongue for
lungeon?sh| |shOr this Turkey's delighter, hys hyphen mys?sh|3) My
bellyswain's a (3twelve twalf3) whulehrusspower though he knows as much how to man a wife as Dunckle Dalton of matching wools. Shake hands through the thicketloch. O sweet swan water, my other is
mouthfilled. This kissing wold's full of killing fellows kneeling voyantly to the cope of heaven. And somebody's coming, I feel for a fect. When you'll next have the mind to retire to be wicked this is as dainty a fine way as any. Underwoods spells bushment's business. So if you sprig poplar you're bound to twig this. 'Twas my lord of Glendalough benedixed the gape
for me that day at Long Entry, commanding the approaches to my intimest innermosts. Look how they're browthered. Six thirteens at Blanche de Blanche's of 3 Behind Street and 2 Turnagain Lane. Awabeg is my callby, Magnus here's my max, (3wonder one's
Wonder One's3) my cipher and Seven Sisters is my nighbrood. Radouga, Rab, will ye na pick them in their pinks of panties. You can colour up till you're
prawn while I go squirt with any cockle. But if this could see with its backsight he'd be the grand old greeneyed lobster. (3|shHe's my first viewmarc since kissmiss. |aOnly wink the word Wink'sºa| the winning word.sh|3)
In the house of breathings lies (3her that3) word, all fairness. The walls are of rubinen and the glittergates of elfinbone. The roof herof is of massicious jasper and a canopy of Tyrian awning rises and
still descends to it. A grapecluster of lights hangs therebeneath and all the house is filled with the breathings of her fairness, the fairness of (3acidulates fondance3) and the fairness of milk and rhubarb and
the fairness of roasted meats and (3unionmargrits uniomargrits3) and the fairness of promise with consonantia and avowals. Their lies her word,
(3thou you3) reder. The height herup exalts it and the lowness herdown (3abases
abaseth3) it. It vibroverberates upon the tegmen and prosplodes from the pomoeria. A window, a hedge, a prong, a hand, an eye, a sign, a head and keep your other augur on her paypaypay. And you have it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated. And Sunny, my gander, he's coming to land her.
(3O Oh3) backed von (3them
dem3) zug! Make weg for their tug!
With a ring ding dong they raise clasped hands and advance more steps to retire to the saum. Curtsey one, curtsey two, with arms akimbo, devotees.
All (3sing; sing:3)
— I rose up one (3|shmaypolesh|3) morning and saw in my glass how nobody (3knows loves3) me but you. (3Huh! Huh! Ugh! Ugh!º3)
All point in the shem direction (3as if3) to shun.
— My name is Mishamisha but call me Toffeytough. I mean Muttonchough. It was her, (3by the boyboy boy the boy3), that was loft in the larch. (3Hah! hah! Ogh! Ogh!3)
Her (3revence reverence3).
They pretend to helf while they simply schutet at him sauce to make hims prich. And ith ith noth cricquette, Sally Lums. Not by ever such a lot. Twentynines (3of3) bloomers gegging een man
arose. (3This thing must not be.3) Avis was there and trilled her about (3it3). She's her sex, for certain. (3So to celebrate the occasion:3)
— Willst thou rossy banders (3having havind3)?
He (3pretends simules3) to be tight in ribbings round his (3rumpffkorpf rumpffkorpff3).
— Are you (3Blackhands Swarthants3) that's hits on a shorn (3stile. stile?3)
He (3pretends makes semblant3) to be swiping (3the chimbley their chimbleys3).
— Can you ajew, ajew, fro' Scheidan?
He (3pretends finges3) to be cuttling up with a pair of sissers and to be buythings off their maidens ends pitting their heads into their (3face facepails3).
So now be hushy, little pukers! Side here roohish, cleany (3fuglers. fuglers!º3) Grandicellies, all stay zitty! Adultereux, (3ye shall not stale rest as befour3)! When ye coif (3Tantoncle's tantoncle's3) hat then'll be largely tempts for that. Yet's the time for being now, now, now.
For a burning would is come to dance inane. |v3Glamours Glamisv3| hath moidered's lieb and herfore |v3Coldour Coldoursv3| must leap no more. Lackbreath must leap no more.
Lel (3is lols3) for libelman (3libring libling3) his lore. Lolo (3lolo, Lolo,º3) liebermann, you loved to be leaving Libnius. Lift your right to your (3Lieber Liber3) Lord. Link your left to your lass of liberty. Lala (3lala Lala3), (3leaperman Leapermann3), your lep's but a loop to lee.
A fork of hazel o'er the field invokes the verveine virgins' ode. If you crossed |v3this thatv3| rude as you roamed the |v3road randv3| I'm blessed but you'd feel him a blasting rod. Behind me, free from evil smells! Perdition stinks before us.
Agatharept they fleurely to |v3Nebnose Nebnosv3| will |v3&
andv3| Rofocale. Twice is he gone to |v3find quest ofv3| her, thrice will
|v3they shev3| now to him. So see we so as seed we sow. And
their |v3prunkvinne prunkqueenºv3| kilt her kirtles up. And set out. And her troupe came heeling, O. |3For ever they scentº where ere she went. While all the fauns' flairs widened wild to see a florals'º school.3|
(3⇒ And led Led3) by Lignifer, in four hops of the happiest, ac beth cac duff, the few fly the (3farbetween. farbetween! Attalad! Attilad! Attattald! Attattilad!3) Get up, Goth's scourge on you! There's a visitation in your impluvium. (3Hun, Hun!3) Hun!
He standth theirs mum in his natural, |v3oublious obliousv3| of his |v3veryv3| proprium, the wont to be wanton |v3from made the av3| will to be wise. |v3Thrusts Thrustv3| from the |v3light. light Loves he spoors lovesv3| from her heat. He blinkth. |v3But he wraths ire But wraths but irev3| where |v3they thosev3| wreathe charity. For all |v3ofv3| these have been thisworlders. Time liquescing into |v3state state,v3| pitiless age grows angelhood. |v3But But,v3| as he |v3stands stands,v3| most anysing may befallem, from a song of a witch to |v3a thev3| totter of |v3Blackarts Blackarts,ºv3| given a fammished devil, a young sourceress and (eternal conjunction) the permission of overalls. If he spice east he seethes in |v3the south soothv3| and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist. And what |3wonder wander3| with the murkery viceheight in the shade. |3The specks on his breechspan are his foul deed thoughtsº, molemarks of mad imogenation. Take they off, sah!º Make thee off, soh!º |aFunnily Funnilegsa| are leanly. A bimbamb bum!3| They vain |v3would |awooed woulda|v3| convert him to |v3believe be hers inv3| the word. |3Gush, they wooed! Gash, they're fair ripecherry!3|
|3|aShe cd. shake um. An ass, no more. but he wd. make a good tutor in a big armchair and she be wax in his hands. Turning up and fingering over the most dantellising peaches in the lingerous longerous book of the dark. Look at this passage about Galileotto. Iº know it is difficultº but when your goche I go dead. Turn now to this circa Macchiavelluti. 'Twas ever so |bin monitorologyb| since |bheadmasterb| Adam |bwas Evae's became Eva Harte'sb| toucher, |bin omnibus moribus & temporibus,b| |bwith man's mischief in his mind |cand whilstc| her |ceyes were turned to heaven, pupils swimmed to heavenly,c|b| let his be exaspirated, letters be blowed. I is a femaline person. O, of provocative gender. U unisingular case.a|3|
|3⇒ Thus the woodbabes gentle to rude robinhood.3|
|3— O granbrother, what awful long legg you got!3|
As he was
queering his shoolthers. So was I. And as I was cleansing my fausties. So was he. And as way ware puffin our blowbags. Sou wous you.
(3⇒ Come, thrust! Go, parry!3)
— Now may Saint Mowy of the Pleasant Grin be your everglass and evenprospect!
(3—3) Feeling dank.
(3⇒ Exchange, reverse.3)
(3—3) And may Saint Jerome of the Harlot's Curse make (3a fancy family3) three of you which is much (3abedder. abedder!3)
(3—3) Grassy ass ago.
The bivetellines, obscindgemeinded bickerers, varying directly, uruseye each oxesother, superfetated (never cleaner of lamps frowned fiercelier on anointer of hinges), while their treegrown girls, king's game, if he deign so, are in such transfusion just to know who is artthoudux from whose heterotropic, the sleepy or the glouch, for, shyly bawn and showly nursured exceedingly nice girls can strike exceedingly hard times unless so richtly chosen's by (what though of riches he have none and hope (3gainst dashed hope's dashes hope on3) his heart's horizon) to gar their great moments greater. The thing is he must be put (3right strait3) on the spot, no mere (3watterstichkstuff waterstichystuff3) in a selfmade world that you can't believe a word he's written in but (3own's one's3) only owned by natural rejection. Charley, you're my darwing. So sing they sequent the (3scent assent3) of man. Till they go round if they go roundagain before breakparts and (3alldismissed all dismissed3). They keep. Step keep. Step. Stop.
Creedless crownless hangs his haughty. He does not know how his grandson's grandson's grandson's grandson will stammer up
in Peruvian for in the ersebest idiom I have done it equals I so shall do. He dares not think why the grandmother of the grandmother of his grandmother's grandmother coughed Russky with suchky husky accent since in the mouthart of the slove look at me now means I once was otherwise. Nor that the mappamund has been changing pattern as youth play moves from street to street since time was and races were and wise ants hoarded and sauterelles were spendthrifts. Nor that the turtling of a London's alderman is ladled out by the waggerful to the regionals of pigmyland. His part should say in honour bound: So help me symethew, sammarc, selluc and singin, I will stick to you, by gum, no matter what and in case of the event coming
off beforehand, even so you was to release me for the sake of the other cheap girl's baby's name, plaster me but I will pluckily well pull on the buckskin gloves because it is the month of brumes. But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner, mauve, and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines.
Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before. For she is wearing none of the three. And quite as patently there is a sort of a hole in the ballet through which the rest fell out. For to explain why the residue is, was, or will not be(3, according to the eighth axiom,3) proceeded with, namely, the shifting about of the lasses and the tug-of-love of the lads ending with a great deal of rough merriment, hoots, screams, scarf drill, cap fecking, ejaculations of urine, reechoable mirthpeals and general thumb-to-nosery, one must reckon with the sudden and gigantesquesque appearance (3unwithstandable as a general election3) in Barnado's bearskin amongst the brawlmiddle of this village childergarten of the largely longsuffering laird of Lucanhof.
But, god of all machineries (3and tomestone of Barnstaple3), (3by
mortisection or vivisuture, splitten up or recompounded,3) how (3to account accountibus3)
Was he pitssched, as certain have dognosed of him, (3aginst against3) our seawall by Rurie, Thoath and Cleaver, Orion of the Orgiasts, Meereschal MacMuhun, the product of the extremes giving (3quotidient as a quotidients to our3) means, or so yclept, as might occur to anyone, from Clio's clippings, for ancients link with presents as the human chain extends, have done, do and will again while monks sell yew to archers or the water of the livvying goes the way of all fish from Sara's (3drawed drawhead3), the corralsome, to Isaac's, the (3laughst lauphed3) butt one, with her minnelisp extorreor to his moanolothe inturned?
And he! Who? Old Joe, the Java Jane, older even than Adam (3Costola Costollo3). The mar of murmury mermers to the mind's ear, uncharted rock, evasive weed. Only the caul knows his thousandfirst
(3name. name,3) Hocus (3Crocus Esquilocus.
Finnfinn (3finnfinn the Faineant3). Doth all this two way teleopic come aft to you, puritysnooper, as eft it were longtimes ofter when Potollomuck (3Satir Sotyr when Sourdaulnapplous or Sourdanapplousº3) the Lollapaloosa (3or the Minostaurs Extraurinary of the Bulshitweek Revalvolution3) put back Omega with the beths of alpability? The charges (3are are,3) you will (3remember, remember;º3) the chances (3are are,3) you won't. We are recurrently meeting (3him em among the vortices of inº3) cycloannalism, (3all the time3) from space to space(3, time after time, as in divers places in various phrases3) of scripture (3& as in various3) poses of sepulture. Greets Godd, Groceries! How (3many feel full3) foes in furrinarr? Merodach! Defend the King! Hoet (3has a of the3) rough throat attack but (3his whose3) say is soft and (3his whose3) ee has a cute angle(3, |shhe whose hut is a hissarlik even as her hennin's aspiresh|3). (3When For now at last3) is Longabed going to be gone to, that more than man(3, |shshoehanded slaughterer of the shader of our leavessh|3).
(3Attach him! Hold!3)
Why wilt thou (3earwaken erewaken3) him from his earth, O (3blank summonorother3)? He is weatherbitten from the dusts of ages. The hour of his closing hies to (3hand, hand;3) the tocsin that shall claxonise his wareabouts. If one who remembered his webgoods and tealofts were to ask of any hooper for whose it was the storks were quitting (3Aquileyrie Aquileyria,3) this (3trundler3) would not wot; if other who found faith when his depth charge bombed our |3'river barrel slipway3'| were to —!
Jehosophat, what doom is here! Rain ruth on them, sire. (3If Even if3) you are (3a publican the kooper of the winkel3) itself, over measure never lost a licence. And for the honour of Alcohol drop that you-know-what-I've-come-about-I-saw-your-act air. Punch may be pottleproud but his Judy's a wife's wit better.
For the Producer (Mr John Baptister Vickar) caused a deep abuliousness to descend upon the Father of Truants and, as a side issue, pluterpromptly brought on the scene the cutletsized consort, weighing ten pebble ten, scaling five footsy seven, and spanning thirtyseven inchettes round the good companions, twentynine ditties round the wishful waistress, thirtyseven alsos round the answer to
everything, twentythree of the same round each of the quis separabits, fourteen round the beginning of happiness and nicely nine round her shoed for slender.
And eher you could pray mercy to goodness or help to the rescue, Gallus's hen has collared her pullets. Their bone of contention, flesh to their thorns, prest as Prestissima, makes off in a thinkling, while (3beer Bier3), (3wine Wijn3) and (3spirits Spirituosen3) for consumption on the premises(3, advokaat withouten pleaders,3) is hued and cried of each's colour.
Home all go.
(3'Tis goed. Het best.3)
For they are now tearing, that is, teartoretorning. Too soon are coming taskbooks and goody, hominy bread (3& and3) bible bee, Fine's French phrases from the Grandmère des Grammaires and what happened to our eleven in thirtytwo and why is limbo where is he and what are the sound waves saying that ceased ere they all wayed wrong and Amnist anguished axes Collis not to mention define the hydraulics of common salt and where G.P.O. is zentrum and D.U.T.C. are radients write down (3by the frequency of your refractions3) the valuations on N.C.R. and S.C.R.
That little cloud still hangs isky. Singabed cries before slumber. Light at night has an alps on his druckhouse. Thick bread and thin butter or after you with me.
What is amaid today todo? So angelland all weeping bin that Izzy most unhappy is. Fain Essie, fie onhapje? laughs her stella's vispirine.