Fair copy, March 1928, §1C draft level 1

MS British Library 47483 93-97 Draft details

Theº Gracehoper was always jigging a jogº|s1, hoppyºs1| on akkant of his joyicityº (he had a partner pairº of findlestilts to supplant him),º or, if not,º he was always making ungraceful overtures to Floh and Luse and Bienie and Vespatilla to play pupa-pupa and |1pulcy-pulcy pulicy-pulicy1| and to commence insects with him,º even if only in chaste, |1ameng the everlastings,1| behold a watering pot. He would of curse |1melissciouslyº1| by his fore antennas, lamely,º harry me, marry me, bury me, bind me,º till she was puce for shame and allso |1furnish fourmish1| her in |1Spinner's1| housery at the |1veribest earthsbest1| schoppinhour so summery as his cottage, which was cald |1fourmilierly1| Tingsomingentingº, gropedº up. Or, if he was not done doing that, he wasº always stricking upº funny funereels with Besterfather |s1Zeuts zeutss1| inscytheº his wormcasket,º attended to by a mutter and deffer baxing motch |1and a myrmidins of pszozlers1|anyting above ground so as anywhy to kick time. Grousciousº me! Whatº a bagateller it is! Pou! Whatº a Zeit for the goths! |s1thought venteds1| the Ondt, who|1, notº being a sommerfool,1| was making chilly spaces at |1himself hisphex1| affront of the icinglass of his windhameº, which was cold |1antitopically1| Nixnixundnix. |1Weº shall
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|avisit them |bvisit him come to |chis that lopp'sc| partyºb|a|, he decided, for he is not on our social list.
1| The Ondt was a weltall fellow, raumybult and abelboobied, bynear saw altitudinous wee a schelling in kopfers. He was sair sair sullemn and chairmanlooking when he was not making spacesº |1in his psyche,1| but (laus!)º when he wore making spaces |1on his ikeyº1| he ware mouche moore secred and wisechairmanlooking. Now whim the sillybilly of a Gracehoper had jingled through a jungle of love and debts and jangled through a jumble of life in doubts afterworse, wetting with the waps, drikking with the drones,º bilking with bugs and horing after hornests, he fell joust as sieck as a sexton and tanto pooveroo as a churchprince, and wheer the midges to wend hemsylph, alick, he wist nit! |1Iomio! Iomio!1| Crick,º which a plight!º He had eaten all the whilepaper, swallowed the lustres, devoured forty flights of styearcases, chewed up all the mensas and seccles, ronged the records, made mouthballs of the |1ephemerals ephemerids1| and voracioused with the very |1timepiece timeplace1| in theº ternitary — not too dusty a cicada for a little chip so mityº. But when Chrysalmas was on the bare branches offº he went from Tingsomingenting. He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair made him thought he had the Tossmania. The June snow was flocking |1thuckly in thuckflues1| on the hegelstomesº and a lugly tournedos, the Boraborayellers,º blasting |1tilehuts up to tetties and1| the sleets off the coppeehouses. The Gracehoper,º who knew |1the correct thing his entymology1|,º promptly tossed himself in the vico|1, phthin and phthir,1| on top of his buzzer and the next time he
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makes theº aquinatance of the Ondt he will beheld a world of differents. Behailed the Ondt with unshrinkables draping from his unthinkables, |1simply revelling swarming of himself1| in his sunnyroom, sated before his comfortumble |1filupsuppy phullupsuppy1| of a plate o' monkynousº and a confucion of minthe (for he was a conformed aristotaller) as appi as a oneysucker or a baskerboy on the Libido with Floh biting his bigº thigh and Luse lugging his left leg and Bienieº bussing him under his bonnet and Vespatilla blowing cosy fond tutties up the large of his smalls. Emmetº and demmet and be jiltses crazed and be jadeses whipt! schneezed the Gracehoper at his wittol's end, Whatº have eyeforsight. Theº Ondt was making the greatest spass a body could for he was spizzing all overº him in formicolationº, boundlessly blissfilled in an allallahbath of houris. He was ameising himself hugely,º chasing Floh out of charity and tickling Luse, Iº hope too, and tackling Bienie, faithº as well, and catching Vespatilla by the end. Never did Dorcan from Dunshangan dance it with more devilry! The veripatetic figure of the Gracehoper |1on his odderkop in the myre1|, actually and presumptuably sinctifying chronic's despair, was |1sufficiently1| too much for his chorous
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of gravitates.

He larved and he larved and he merd such a naus
That the Gracehoper feared he would misplace his jaws
I forgive you, dear Ondt, said the Gracehoper, weeping,º
For their sakesº of the sakesº you are safe in whose keeping.
Teachº Floh and Luse polkas, show Bienie what's sweet
And be sure Vespatilla |s1finds finess1| fat ones to heat.
As I once played the piper I must now pay the count
So saida to Moyhammlet and marhaba to your Mount!
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I pickº up your reproof as the gift ofº a friend,º
For the prize of your save is the price of my spend.
We are Wastenot with Want, precondamned, two and true,
Till Nolans go volants and Bruneyes come blue.
In my risible universe where could you find
Such prodigious advancement with so much behind?
Your feats are enormous, your volumes immenseº
(May the Gracesº I hoped for sing Yourº Ondtshipº song sense!),º
Your genusº is worldwide, your spaces sublime!
But, |1holy Holyº1| Saltmartin, why can't you beat time?

|1In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust.º Allmen.º1|