Mixed fair copy/TS, April 1926, §2A draft level 6

MS British Library 47483 130-152 Draft details

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Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, next halted to fetch a breath and to loosen (let God's son now be looking down on to the poor preambler!) both of his bruised brogues that were plainly made a good bit before his hose was at the weir by Lazar's Walk (for far and wide, as broad as he was long, was he noted for his humane treatment of any kind of abused footgear), a matter of maybe nine score or so barrelhours' distance off, as truly he merited to do. He was there, I could planimetrically see, when I took a closer look at him, that was to say, greatly altered for the brighter though still the graven image of his squarer self as he was used to be, perspiring but happy notwithstanding his foot was still asleep on him, the way he thought by the holy januarious he had a bullock's hoof in his buskin, with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untranscended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a butterblond warden of the peace, one comestabulish Sigurdsen, who had tumbled slumbersomely on sleep at night duty behind the curing station, equilebriated amid the embraces of a monopolised bottle.
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Now, there were as many as twentynine daughters out of Saint Brigid's national hedgeschool (for I seemed to remember how it was still a look before you leap year) learning their antemeridian lesson of life, beseated as they were upon the brinkspondy, attracted to the rare sight of the first human yellowstone landmark while they paddled away keeping time magnetically with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolyfool jouay allo misto posto,
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all barely in their typtap teens, describing a charming dactylogram of nocturne, though repelled by the snores of the log who looked stuck to the sod as ever and oft, when liquefied, he murmoaned in his Dutchener's native, visibly unmoved, over his treasure trove for the crown: Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy smuggy flasky!

Jaun (after he had in the first place doffed a hat with a reinforced crown and bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise of goodwill girls who |v6allv6| they were |v6girlsv6| all rushing for the post to read his kisshands, kittering |v6allv6| about |v6rushingv6| and making a tremendous |v6fuss girlsfussv6| over him |v6pellmale v6| and his rosyposy smile, mussing his frizzy hair and the gollywog curls of him all |v6donev6| in loveletters like a trayful of cloudberry tartlets and smilingly smelling, pair and pair |v6aboutv6|, broad by bread and slender to |v6slinder slimmerv6|, the nice perfumios that came peeling off him (nice!) which was angelic simply, |6savouring |asavoury savouringa|6| of wild thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs |v6(O, nice!) (O nice!)v6| and feeling his |6fine full6| fat pouch for him |6so tactily6| and jingaling his jellybags, for he was just the killingest ladykiller |v6allv6| by kindness now you, Jaun, asking kindlily |v6(hello, missies!) (hillo, missies!)v6| after their howareyous at all with those of their dollybegs) next went |v6on, fine, feeling fit, on (finefeelingfit!)v6| to |v6make dropv6| a few stray remarks anent their personal appearances and the contrary tastes displayed in their |v6smart frickafrockies and their tight Kitty casques tight kittycasques and their smart frickyfrockiesv6|, |v6their month being one of the smartest though one of the shortest in our year,v6| asking coy one after sly one had she |v6red readv6| Irish legginds and gently reproving one that the ham of her hom could be seen below her hem and |6whispering whispring6| another |6aside6| that the hook of her hum was open a |6little bittock6| at |v6the herv6| back, to have |6an eye a sideye6| to that, hom, and all of course just to fill up a form out of pure human |v6respect kindnessv6| for Jaun, by the way, was by way of becoming (I think, I hope he was) the most purely human being that ever was called man. Jaun |v6easilyv6| made out through his horoscope the features of his fond sister Izzy, for he |6knew knowed6| his love by her waves of splabashing and she |v6knew his love from showed him proof byv6| her way of blubushing, nor could he forget her |v6as easily so |aerased tarnellya| easyv6| as all that since he was brotherbesides her godfather |v6as wellv6| and heaven knows he thought the world and his life of her, |v6poor good true poor, good, true,v6| Jaun.
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— Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express |v6cordiality cordiality,v6| marked by clearance of diction and general |v6delivery delivery,v6| as he began to take leave of her at once |v6in the first placev6| so as to gain time with deep affection, we honestly believe you sorely will miss us the moment we exit yet we feel as a martyr to the discharge of duty that it is about time we would shove off to stray on our |v6last long long lastv6| journey and not be the load on |v6you yev6|. This is the gross proceeds of your teachings in which we were raised, you, Sis, that used to write to us the exceeding nice letters and be telling us (full well do we recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of homespinning and derringdo and dieobscure and daddyho, those tales which whisked our heart so narrated by thou to perfection, our pet pupil of the whole |v6rythmetic rhythmeticv6| class and the mainsay of our |6erigenalº6| house, the time we younkers twain were fairly tossing ourselves (|v6O Phoebus O'Pollux! O Phoebus! O Pollux!v6|) in bed, having
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been laid up with Castor's oil on the Parrish's syrup (the night we well remember) for to share our hard suite of affections with thee.

Now then, my galaxy |v6girl girlsv6|, quiproquo I was asking his advice from Father Mike|6, my dominican,º6| and I am giving you now mikeadvice. |6during During6| our brief absence adhere to as many as probable of the ten commandments and in the long run they will prove for your better guidance along your path of right of way. Never miss last mass |v6whatever place whichever Mylesv6| you chance to worship. Never |v6eat cursev6| |6bad good6| pork of a |6good bad6| |v6Friday fridayv6|. Never let a hog of the hill trample underfoot your |v6lily of the valley lily of Killarneyv6|. Never play |v6ladies' games lady's gamev6| for the Lord's |v6sake stakev6|. Never lose your heart away till you win his diamond back. Make a strong point of |v6not neverv6| kicking up your rumpus in the Dar Bey Coll by |v6singing tootlingv6| risky apropos songs at commercial travellers' smokers the like |v6of: White limbs they never stop teasing of White limbs they never stop teasingv6|. And, by the |v6bye byv6|, is it you goes biting biscuits and then throws them |v6in back bagv6| in the box? |6Thou First,º thou6| shalt not smile. |v6Twice,º thou shalt not love. Lust, thou shalt not commix idolatry.v6| Never park your brief stays in the men's convenience. Never clean your buttoncups with your dirty pair of saucers. Never ask your first person the quickest way to our last place. Never slip the silver key through your gate of golden age. Never christen |v6Medlard medlardºv6| apples |v6when a Swithin till a swithinv6| is in sight. Especially beware,
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please, of being |v6atv6| a party to any demoralising home life. That saps a chap. Recollect the perils that beset green girls once they get hobbyhorsical, playing breeches parts in pantos instead of trying to boil the dinner. Put your |v6best swellv6| foot downmost on |6lowdown lowcut6| |v6shirtwaists shortwaistsv6| and ribbons of lace, limenick's disgrace. Sure what is it |v6all on the wholev6| only holes |v6tied |atunreaded tieda| together? together.v6| Whalebones and buskbutts may hurt you but never lay bare your breast secret to |v6jog joyv6| Jonas in the |v6tramcar Dolphin's |aBarn car Barncara|v6|. |v6Then And nowv6| comes Artist Algy, the |6beauty man pulcherman6|, asking |v6youv6| won't you pose in |v6the yourv6| |6nude nudies6| |6for before6| |v6voluable volublev6| old masters. All blah! Stick wicks in your |v6ears earshellsv6| when you hear the prompter's voice. Look on |v6the av6| boa in his beauty and you'll nevermore wear your strawberry leaves. The Sully vultures are on the prowl. Don't on any account acquire a paunchon for the fagend habit of chumming together in Mr Tunnelly's halldoorways with the end to commit acts of
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interstipital indecency as between twineties |v6& andv6| tapegarters under the |v6curfew coverfewv6| act. And is that any place to be smuggling |v6your hisv6| apples up? I like the way they're half cooked. Don't encourage that laney feeling for kissing within the proscribed |v6limit limitsv6| like Population Peg |6& does be doing to6| Temptation Tom. I cannot repeat enough that |v6Fetid fetidv6| spirits is the thief of |6purities prurities6| so none of your twenty rod |v6cherry whisks! cherrywhisks.v6| And beware how you dare |v6ofv6| wet cocktails in Kildare or the night may |v6be seev6| your wedding |v6coming drivingv6| home from |6the your6| wake. Nor must you omit to |v6put screwv6| the lid firmly on that jazz jiggery. Should you feel as though you needed healthy |v6physical physickingv6| exercise to flush your kidneys and move your bowels, lassy, why, out you go and skip. It's more important than air — I mean than food — air. Likewise if I were in your shirt I'd keep my weathereye |v6half wellv6| cocked open for your furnished lodgers paying for their feed on tally with company and piano tunes. The too friendly friend sort who paws the ivory so lovely may soon prove your undoing through the succeeding years should you, whilst Jaun is from home, get used to |v6sitting baskingv6| in his loverslowlap
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when closeted together (it's not the thing, you know) with the selfseeker
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under the influence of woman, fumbling with his forte paws in your bodice after your billydoos |6twain twy6| as a first go-off (take care, would you stray |6and split on me6|!) and going on doing his idiot every time you gave him his chance to play |v6piggywiggly pigglywigglyºv6|, bilgetalking about your glad neck and the round globe and the white milk and the red |v6raspberry raspberriesv6| (O horrifier!) and prying down |v6further furthermorev6| to chance his lucky arm with his pregnant questions |v6into up tov6| our past lives. It would be a whorable state of affairs altogether, considering the marriage slump that's on and fleas |v63/- three shillingsv6| a pint in the slack march of civilisation, were you to have and to hold, to pig |v6it andv6| to pay, direct connection with a prominent member of the vicereeking squad and in consequence be flummoxed to the second degree by becoming a companykeeper on the dammymonde of Lucalamplight. Once and for all I'll have no college |v6swankers swankiesv6| (you see I am well voiced in love's arsenal so I have every reason to know all those nightbirds and bitchfanciers, dosed
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and otherwise, and what their |v6fickle ficklingv6| intentions look like, you make up your mind to that) trespassing on your danger zone in the danger years. If ever I catch you |v6at itv6|, mind, it's you that will |6catch ketch6| |v6it hot. it!v6| I'll give it to |v6you. you, hot, |astrong higha| and heavy!ºv6| Or may the maledictions of Lousyfear fall like nettlerash on the white friar's father that converted from |v6drink moonshinev6| the fostermother of the first |v6Nancyfree nancyfreeºv6| that |v6went ranv6| off after the trumpadour that mangled Moore's melodies and so |v6turned upturnedv6| the tubshead of the |6daft stardaft6| |v6journal writer journalwriterv6| to inspire the prime finisher to |6fell fellhim6| the firtree out of which Cooper |v6Cassidy Funnymorev6| planed the flat of the beerbarrel on which my grandydad's lustiest sat his
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seat of unwisdom with my aunt's |v6pettied pettedv6| sister for the cause of his |v6joy. joy!v6|

|6Poof! There's puff for ye! Whoo?6| Now something nice. Dear sister in perfect |v6love, we address you. law Again againv6| I say |v6be of blank Take takev6| a |v6brotherly brokerlyv6| advice that we, Jaun, first of our name, here now make all |v6recipients receptaclesv6| of, free of price. |v6Izzy Easyv6|, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. Swear by pious fiction the like of Lentil |v6Laws Lorev6| by Carnival Cullen |6or Pease in Plenty by the Cury of Wars6|. |v6Dip Tripv6| into the lives of our saints in instructual primers for the |v6betterment |abettermint bitterminta|v6| of your |v6mind soughtsv6|. Remember, maid, thou art but powder and |v6cinderella Cinderellav6| thou shalt return. Cog that out of your teen times, everyone! Keep cool your |v6best freshv6| chastity which is far, far better. |v6Rather Soonerv6| than part with that vestalite emerald of the first importance to our family which you treasure up so |v6much closelyv6| in the sanctuary where your nether extremes meet, nay, rather let the whole ekumene universe belong to merry Hal and do whatever his Mary well
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likes. There's nothing to touch it unless you'd care for a |v6hot mouthful ofv6| white pudding. Guard that gem, Sissy, rich and rare|v6, ses hev6|. In this cold world who'll |v6find feelv6| it? |v6Hum!v6| The jewel you're all so cracked about there's |v6very funkingv6| few of them gets it, for there's nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to& |v6catch matchv6| it. Sing him a ring. Touch me low. And I'll |v6love lech you yev6| so, my |v6so and so soandsov6|. Show and show. Show on show. |v6Show Shev6|. Shoe. Shone.

Divulge, |v6suddenly sjuddenlyv6| jouted out hardworking Jaun, clenching his manlies and quite warming to her, divulge |v6to me untoº me I prayv6| the curname |v6and address in undressv6| of any lapwhelp who |v6speaks talksv6| to you upon the road where he |v6took tukv6| you to be a roller, O, and volunteers to trifle with your roundlings without |v6producing taking outv6| his proper password
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from the |6eligible6| minister for |v6strangersv6| affairs |v6with the |ablacka| strangerv6| in a cleanlooking |v6way lightv6| and (I don't care a tammany hang who the mucky is, were he even a namesake of my |v6veryv6| own and |v6very like uncommonly like me my ancestor, ancestorv6| Old Father |v6Knickerbocker, Knickerbocker v6| about their faces) as sure as |v6back homev6| we come from |v6east the waves west the wavev6| on schedule time from the land of breach of promise, with March's pebbles spinning from beneath our footslips, rest |6assured insured6| that as we value the very name Insister that as soon as we do possibly it will be a poor lookout for that insister. He's a market man |v6from that hourv6|. And why do we say that|v6, you may query mev6|? Because then probably we'll |v6damn dumb wellv6| soon show him what the Shaun way is like how we'll go a long way towards breaking his outsider's face for him for making up to you and getting my ward's head |v6into his under hisv6| chancery before feeling |6her his6| two dimensions |v6on withv6| your nuptial finger. |v6No Nowv6|, we'll tell you what we'll do instead of compensation. We'll burst his mouth like Leary to the |6Leinsterman: Leinsterface.6| |v6that'll That'llv6| be it, even should I have to comb |v6thev6| half |v6ofv6| the Coombe |v6and roundv6| Patrick's close to lay my louseboob on his
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|6blank behaitch6| like Toss. I have his images all |v6in onv6| my |6eye retinue6|, Mohomadhawn Mike. Moreover, after that bad manners to me if I don't think strongly about giving him into custody to the first policewoman in the field I might chance to |v6meet or follow. Orv6| for that matter if I get the wind up what do you bet I mightn't even take it into my head to swing for |v6the yourv6| perfect stranger and then wipe the street up with him. It should prove more or less of an event. In |v6that whichv6| case |v6I won't I'll notv6| be complete in fighting lust until I contrive to half kill your Charley you're my darling |v6for youv6| before his |v6appointedv6| time |v6especially particularlyv6| should he turn out to be a man in brown about town of about fiftysix or |v6so so,v6| the usual X Y Z |v6typev6|, with a toothbrush moustache and of course no beard, meat and mustard suit, washing tie, |v6sings topicals,v6| sipping some |v6bass beer on a barstool v6|, cigarette in his |v6holder holder,v6| with a good job |v6and pensionv6| in |v6Guinness's Buinness'sv6|, |v6blue blueygreenv6| eyes a bit scummy |v6and so onv6|, having his favourite family of upwards of a decade to boot and care for.

So let it be a knuckle or an elbow. And lest there be no misconception over who to fasten the baby on you better keep in the straight (you baggage, do you hear what I'm praying?) or I'll be all over you myselx
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for knocking me and yourself down to a third |6price6| party as cheap as the dirt or I'll smack your |6jujube6| lips well for you so I will |6well6| for you if you don't keep a civil tongue in your pigeonhouse. I'll teach you |6tip for tap6| not to be playing |v6such goddaughter's your goddaughterv6| |6tricks tangotricks6| with micky dazzlers if I find your hair and the |v6back seatsidev6| of your |v6dress burberry allv6| covered with chaff |v6and shavings.v6| I'll homeseek you and here's how. |v6and Forv6| I'll just draw my dancer and give |v6you upv6| one |6puck splitpuck6| in the crupper that will bring the |v6warmv6| blush of shame to your hindmost (do you hear me now, lickspoon, and |v6don't be stopv6| looking at your |6pussycat bussycat6| bow in the |v6slate, jujube lips!) slate?)v6| that you won't obliterate for the |v6better bulkierv6| part of a |6whole6| year |v6if you fail, failingv6| to give a good account of |v6yourself yourself,v6| if you think I'm so |6damn tan6| cupid as all |v6that that. and Andv6| that's how I'll bottle your greedypuss |v6beautybus beautibusv6| for |v6you yev6|, |v6my bulling me bullinv6| heifer, for 'tis I that have the pair of |v6arms arramsv6| that carry a wallop between them.

How |6(from the sublime to the ridiculous)6| times out of |v6oft oft,v6| my |v6future future,v6| shall we think |v6of theev6| with deepest of love |6and recollection by introspectionº6| |v6of theev6|
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but me far away on the pillow breathing fondly o'er my |v6name namesv6| all through the empties whilst |v6moidered moidheredv6| by the rattle of the doppeldoorknockers. (+6The Our+)6| poet puts it better. (+6Little Littlegameº+)6| girl from (+6Liffeybank Liffeyslidebank+)6| you fill a big roomy corner in this unadulterated seat of |v6the ourv6| affections. Sevenheavens O heaven! I want you. Your ways to me were wonderful so I am sending you loveliest thoughts |v6of touchingv6| me in you dash |v6from through tov6| |6little wee6| Hyphen, the |v6so prettyv6| |6little6| |6god godkin6| of beddingnights. How I shall should I |v6live survivev6| as, please the uniter of hearts, I am living in hopes to do, placing my wandering hand in yours, positively cover the two pure cheeks of your comely plumpcake with sugary kissings |6|agong, gong hong, konga|, and so gong that I'd scare the bats out of the ivfry6| one of those muggy mornings, honestly, by |v6the ranting dog and Daddyoak, my rantandog and daddyoak,ºv6| I will, |v6becoming be coming becomingv6| become come coming when, upon the |v6meeting minglingv6| of our |v6meetingv6| waters like |v6massivev6| mountains to part no more, you will there and then of |v6your our yourv6| soft accord rainkiss on me back for full marks with shouldered arms and in that united state when I come |6fox6| into my own |v6|aunread good geeseºa| againv6| swap |v6sweet sweetenedv6| smugs |6six of one for half a dozen of the other6| when cherries next come back to |v6Erin Ealingv6| as come they must as they musted in |v6the theirv6| past as they must |v6at forv6| my |v6present moment pressing seasonv6| as hereinafter must they will immediately |v6after pending onv6| my safe return |v6from destinationv6| to ignorance and bliss with my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the way ye'll hardly know me.

'Tis post purification we will and render social service, |6missus, missus.6| Let us all ignite
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and help clean up things. Write me an essay for Henrietta' sake on the life of |v6inv6| jewry and |v6onv6| the sludge of Harrington street running cursorily over the whole of it. Bear in mind all the banana peels along Henry, Moore, Earl and Talbot streets. Look at all he's dung strewing the Castleknock road and the Marist |v6fathers' fathersv6| eleven out on a rogation stag party. Compare them with the Bridge of Belches in Fairview, east Dublin's favourite wateringplace|v6, andº ump as you likev6|. |v6Report that pump in Spring Gardens.v6| Stand on, say, |v6Aston's Quay Aston's,v6| at, suppose, |v6no 11 number elevenv6|, let us say, Kane or Keogh's, along |v6with |aquaith quaythºa|v6| a copy of the Seeds and Weeds Act, when you have procured one for yourself,
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and I advise you strongly to take a good longing gaze into any nearby |v6shopwindow shopswindowv6| you may |v6choose selectv6| and in |v6the course ofv6| about thirtytwo minutes' time proceed to turn |v6around aroundaboutv6| on your heehills towards the |v6previousv6| causeway and I shall be very greatly mistaken indeed if you will not see how you will be |v6meanwhilev6| |6durn wellº6| topcoated with cakes of |v6mush slushv6| occasioned by the jam of the traffic in transit. When will the |v6longsuffering W.D.v6| face of our muckloved city get its |v6longpromised wellbelaveredv6| wash? Do you know what, little girls? One of those days I am advised to positively strike off hiking for good and all until such time as some |v6move moodv6| is made to get me an increase of automoboil and footwear as I |6sartunly6| think now, honest to John, for an income plexus that that's about the |v6sanguinev6| boundary limit.

Sis dearest, Jaun added, |v6sadly melancholicv6| this time, |v6while |awith whiles a|v6| his |v6starcast onsaturncastv6| eyes in stellar attraction followed swift to an imaginary swellaw, |v6is this the end?v6| O, the vanity of Vanissy! All ends vanishing! Personally, Grog help me, I am in no violent hurry. If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them. I'd turn back as lief as not if I could only find the girl of my heart's appointment to guide me by gastronomy |v6in underv6| her safe conduct. I'd ask no kinder |6fate of fates6| than to stay where I am, leaning on my cubits, at this |v6presentv6| |6passing6| moment by |v6local option localoptionv6| in the birds' lodging the pheasants among, till well on into the bosom of the exhaling night, picking stopandgo jewels out of the hedges and catching brilliants on the tip of my wagger for them breezes zipping
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round by Drumsally do be devils to flirt. I could sit on one side till the bark of |v6the day the day,v6| laughing |v6lazyv6| at the sheep's lightning, till I'd followed with my |v6oldv6| nephewscope the rugaby moon cumuliously rolling himself |v6west westasleepv6| through the scrummages for to watch how carefully my nocturnal goosemother
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would lay her new golden sheegg for |v6mev6| down under |v6inv6| the shy orient. What wouldn't I give — my socks, my shoes, my shirt, honest! — for a feast of grannom with the finny ones, flashing down the swansway, leaps ahead of |v6Swifts the Swiftºv6| MacEels and the |v6pursewinded carpers,ºv6| rearin antis |v6long perches astern of me, or or,v6| when I'd like own company |v6best best,v6| |6with the help of a norange and bear,º6| to be reclined on my other by the lasher, with the |v6jasomines |ajealsomines jealosominesa| half unclosing wilting awayv6| to |6my their6| heart's |v6delight deelightv6| and the king of |v6timber saptimberv6| letting down his |v6specialv6| odours |v6before me for my consternation,ºv6| catching trophies of |v6thev6| king's royal |v6sturgeon college of sturgeonsºv6| by the armful for to bake |v6in a pie pie and piev6| while I'd tonic my twentyfour Dorian blackbirds off my singasongapiccolo to play musical airs, I give, a king, to me, |v6he shev6| does, |v6the sun alonev6|, up there, yes |v6yes seev6|, I double give. And what sensitive coin I'd be possessed
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of I'd sink it in subdominal poteen at prime cost and I bet you |v6every the wholev6| ounce you half on your backboard that I'm the gogetter that'd make it pay like cash |v6registers and registers. And v6| I'd come out zooming tophole on the mart as a |v6factor, factor. nothing Nothingv6| would stop |v6me, me.º and Andv6|, zoom, before you knew where you weren't I stake my |6ignitial's6| davy I'd be staggering humanity and |v6royally loyallyv6| rolling you |6over over,º6| in my tons of red |v6clover clover,v6| fiehigh and fiehigher and fiehighest |v6again, again.v6| I'd spoil you |v6altogether altogether.v6| There'd be no standing me, I tell |v6you you. and Andv6| I'd never say let fly till |v6I'd run my shoestring into near a million and I'dv6| plant you|6, my Gizzygay,6| on |v6my thev6| electric sofa in the lap of lechery among the most uxuriously furnished |v6apartments compartmentsº just as I'd run my shoestring into near a million of them with lodes of oresv6| as a firstclass dealer and |v6everything everything. with lodes of ores only Onlyv6| for one thing, that I'd be awful anxious about Shoepisser Pluvious and the terrible
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colds playing around in the amstophere that would perish the Dane and his chapter of accidents to be atramental to the better half of my |6all too lyrical alltoolyrical6| health, not considering my capsflap, and that's the truth |6now6| |v6out of thev6| |6cackling6| |v6bag,ºv6| for |v6trulyv6| sure I never could tell the least falsehood that would likely give satisfaction. I'm not talking apple sauce either. I'm earnest.

|v6Sis Sissibisv6| dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago in |v6to be continued on thauthor Tennis Flannels MacCourtherº v6| and
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just thinking |v6like thauthorv6| how long |v6I liked I'd like myself to be continuedv6| looking into |v6a fire the fire, it is transported 'tis tramsportedv6| with grief I am by this night |6sublime6| as you may see by my size and my brow that's all forehead to go free upon this benedictine errand, but it is the most glorious mission in all |v6our, our —ºv6| as you so often |v6call term it, it —º efferfreshfeinted efferfreshpaintedv6| history. Still we feel all serene, never you fret, as |v6far asv6| regards our |v6dutyfulv6| cask. Full of my breadth from pride I am for 'tis a grand thing to be going to meet a king, not an |v6everyday everynightv6| king, no, by gannies, but the overking of |6Greater Dublin Hither and Thither Erin6| himself I'm saying. Before there was a man at all |v6in onv6| Ireland there was a lord |v6in atv6| Lucan. We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this |v6weary wateryv6| world as we are of everything in the |6newlywet6| |v6one fellowv6| that's bound to follow. I'll lay you a guinea |v6to forv6| a hayseed |v6any time nowv6|. Tell mother that. 'Twill amuse her.

Well, to the |v6dickens figends tov6| with the |v6whole wholeabolishv6| business! The |v6ends of these our passing shows fine ice of these our temperate timesºv6| are not so far off as you might |v6suppose wish to be congealedv6|. So now I'll ask of you let ye create no scenes in my poor wake. I don't want |v6yous to bev6| |6fighting pillowfighting6| your |v6Biddy Moriarty biddy moriartyv6| duels over me till you spit |v6stout. stout norv6| your ugly gobs round the hobs on your groaning chairs of a |v6Blue Monday bluemondayv6| when it's my benefit, robbing leaves out of my |6taletold6| book. Once upon
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a drunk and a fairly good drunk it was and the rest of your blatherumskite. Just a plain shays by the fire for absentee Jaun and I'll make ye all an |v6Easter eastern some day somedayv6| of myself the moment that you name the way. Cheer up all round, let ye all, while I stray and let ye not be getting grief out of it on my poor headsake even should we forfeit our |v6life |alives lifea|v6|. Some time very presently now when |6the yon6| clouds are dissipated after their forty years' shower the odds are we shall all be |v6dead gonev6| and happy together |6among the fieldnights elyceanº6| in the land of lost of time. So cut out the lonesome stuff! Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart as you like. Parting's fun. Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading ye |v6rightlyv6| between lines that do have no sense at all. Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht the Shorn. |6Huck!6|

Something of an |6amusing sidesplitting6| nature must have occurred to westminstrel |6Jaunahaun Jaunathaun6| for a grand big hearty stenorious laugh hopped out of him at the bare thought of how |v6jauny jollyv6| they'd |v6love likev6| to be rolling his hoop and all of them |6truetotypes6| were just starting to |6spladher6| splodher with the |v6laughter jolly magoriosv6|, |v6Jauhauhauhauhaun hicky hecky hock, huges huges huges, hughy hughy hughy, |aJaun O'Jauna|v6|, so jokable and so geepy, O, |v6when, whenv6| suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mercury, he wheels right round |6on the Rizzies6| |v6of suddenly suddenly,v6| with his |v6eyes gimletsv6| blazing rather sternish, how black like thunder, to see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he sighed |v6so andv6| they nearly cried and |v6then finallyv6| he replied:

— There is something more. All I can tell you is this, little sisters. It's |v6prayers, prayers prayersº in layersv6| all the thumping time in the |v6suburbs subbubsv6| of the heavenly gardens. No petty family squabbles up there, |v6cuphurling cupahurlingv6| nor apuckalips nor no nothing. You take Joe Hanny's tip for it. Ah, sure, |6pleasantries aside,6| what |v6on |aan a humptydaumºa|v6| earth |v6is looksv6| our |v6miserable miserymev6| heretoday as compared beside the |v6sheer pleasantries hereweareagain gaietiesv6| of the afterpiece when |v6life the harlequinadev6| begins properly speaking.

Well, home comforts everytime. I enjoyed your pick of hissing hot luncheon fine, I did, |6(sublime!)6| only for your peas was a bit too psalty and return
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with my best savioury condiments and a penny in the plate for the james. All the |v6vitamines vitalminesv6| is beginning to sozzle and very presently from now posthaste it's off |v6you'll your'llv6| see me roll on my usual rounds again to draw Terminus Lower and Killadown and the |v6biggest roomiestv6| house even in Ireland and my next item's |6programme platform6| it's how I'll try and collect my extraprofessional postages owing to me by Thaddeus |v6Kelly Esquire Kellyesque Squire v6| for nondesirable printed matter. But I know what I'll do. Great pains |v6of offv6| him I'll take and that'll be your redletterday calendar, window machree. I'll knock it out of him! I'll stamp it out of him! I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll quit the doorstep of
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old |v6Tom Conv6| Connolly's residence! By the horn of |v6twenty plentyv6| of both of the two Saint Collopys blackmail him I will in arrears or my name's not penitent Ferdinand! And it's daily and hourly I'll nurse him till he pays my fine fee.

Well, |v6here's Here'sv6| looking at ye! If I never leave you biddies I'd be tempted |v6rightlyv6| to |v6join up andv6| become a father. |v6You Yev6| can stop as ye are, little mothers, and wait |v6and inv6| wish and wish in vain till the grim reaper draws nigh as a blessing in disguise. Devil a curly hair I care. If any marauding Clod |v6Dewvall Dewvalev6| was to try to hold me up, dicksturping me and relieving me of my rights to my onus, yan, |v6tian tyanv6|, tethera, methera, pimp, I'd let him have my best pair of galloper's heels in |6the face hisº creamsourer6|. He will have better manners. |6I'm dished if he won't.6| Console yourself, drawhure deelish! There's a |v6refund refondv6| of eggsized coming to
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you out of me|v6. Mind so mindv6| you do |v6my mev6| duty on me! And you'll miss me more as |v6the narrowingv6| weeks wing by. Sunday, duly, Monday, truly, Tuesday, |v6newly newly,v6| till Whensday. Look for me always at my west. A tear or two in time is all there's |v6to it and toot. Andv6| then in a click of the clock|v6, toot toot, andv6| off we pop with sinners in |v6silk silksv6| lining |v6en routes longroutesv6| for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance |v6lord lairdv6| that likes creation. To |v6who? who!v6|

— Of course, but listen, drawher nearest, |v6Izzy Tizzyv6| intercepted, flushing but flashing from her dove and dart eyes as she |6tactilifully6| grabbed her male |6correspondent corrispondee6| to fluster in his quickturned |v6ear, ear.ºv6| I know, benjamin |v6brother. But listen. brother,º butº listen,v6| I want to whisper my wish. Of course, engine dear, I'm ashamed |v6of forv6| my life over this |v6last lostv6| moment's gift of memento nosepaper which I'm sorry|6, my precious,6| is allathome I can call my own but all the same, listen, Jaunick, accept this widow's mite, though a |v6bit little
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weeny piece
v6| torn in |v61 or 2 places one placev6|, from my hands in |6second6| place of a linenhall valentine with my fondest to tutor. X.X.X.X. It |6is was6| heavily indulgenced for young Father Michael and you know who between us by your friend the |v6pope pope,v6| forty ways in forty |v6nights nights,v6| and, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my fiancy and bear it with you morn till life's e'en and, of course, when you make |v6use usagev6| of it, listen, please kindly think again |v6and orv6| again, |6don't never6| forget, of one absent one, not |v6Sister sisterv6| Maggy. Of course, Jer, I know you know who |v6sent sendsv6| it on the face of the waters like that romance in the |v6Maggin bottle magginbottlev6|. Of |v6course course,v6| please write, won't you, and, thank you, forward it back by return in case any funforall happens so as I'll know |v6what exquisite buttons v6| in case I don't hope soon to hear from you as I am given now to understand it will be worth |6my price in6| money one |v6day. day And I will so I canv6| live simply and solely for my wonderful hair. |v6Listen, I'll And listen to it!º It willv6| follow you publicly
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|v6with underv6| all my eyes |v6I willv6| with nurse |v6Maggy Maggy, she's a fright, poor girl,º but she'sº nice,ºv6| round the elbow of Erne |v6street lower Streetº Lowerv6| and I'll be strictly |v6true and private forbidden always and truev6| in my own way |v6and private. and Andv6|, of course, dear professor, you can trust me that though I change thy name |v6but not thy though not thev6| letter never |v6will I I willv6| give your lovely face of mine away to |v6the myv6| second mate, the engineer, in one of those pure
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clean kisses of yours thankfully, |v6Arrah of the passkey, passkeys,ºv6| no matter what. So don't keep me now for a good boy peppering with fear or I'll murder you |v6so butv6| meet me after by next appointment |v6a usual timev6| near you know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor fool's corner of lovemountjoy square |v6now I must really so latev6|. And I'll be there when who knows where. The Dargle shall run dry as soon as I you deny. |6Every day Everyday, precious,6| while memory's leaves are falling deeply I will dream dulcets on this isinglass stream where the frondoak rushes to the ashside and the yewleaves too kisskiss themselves, and 'twill carry my still water's reflections over Maggy to thee, Jack |6ahoy6|, beyond the |v6boisterous boysforusv6|. Listen, here I'll wait on you with beautiful Do Be Careful teacakes like a born gentleman till you'll resemble me all the time you're awhile away. I swear to |v6you you,v6| I will, by Candlemas! And, listen, joey, I'll boy me for myself only |v6in ofv6| expensive grey rainproof |v6in ofv6| the loveliest |v6widow's hood widowshoodv6| over blue I am so wild for|v6, my precious |aoncea|, like asv6| the bee loves her skyhigh |v6and, listen, and listen.º always Alwaysv6| about this hour, I'm sorry, when I steal home, drenched, love, with dripping, to affectionate mother but last at night I'll poke straight |v6allv6| under my isonbound for the night's foreign males and your name of Shane will come |v6fourth forthv6| between my shamefaced |v6lips when first when with other lipsv6| I |v6nextv6| open my thighs |v6in the the firstv6| morning. So now|6|a, thome,a| theated with Mag at the |aoilcan oilthana|6| we are doing to thay one little player before doing to deed. Coach me how to tumble, |6Jeames Jaime6|, and, listen, Juan, |v6I know,v6| warn me which to |v6what am I saying? ah ah ah ahºv6|