transition proofs, 3rd set, May 1928, §2B draft level 8, 8'
MS British Library 47483 200-201; Wisconsin 3-4 Draft details
— MEN! Jaun responded fullchantedly to her sororal sonority, with his chalished drink now well in hand. Ever gloriously kind! And I truly am
obligated |8'to sacré père and maîtreº d'autel8'|. Well, ladies upon gentlermen and toastmaster general, health to song for Erin go dry! To stir up love's young fizz I tilt with this bridle's cup champagne, dimming douce from her peepair of hideseeks, tightsqueezed on my snowybreasted, and while my pearlies in their sparkling wiseheight are nippling her bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the bumper round of my poor old snaggletooth's solidbowl I ne'er will prove I'm untrue to your liking (theare!) so long as my hole looks down.
So gullaby, me poor Isley! But I'm not for forgetting me innerman monophone for I'm leaving my darling proxy behind for your consolering, lost Dave the Dancekerl, a squamous runaway and a dear old man pal of mine too. He's the mightiest penumbrella I ever flourished on behond the shadow of a post!
Be sure and link him, me O treasauro, as often as you learn, provided there's nothing between you but a plain deal table only don't encourage him to cry lessontimes over Leperstown. Talk of wolf in a stomach, by all that's verminous! |8'Eccolo! Eccolo me!º8'| Isn't Jaunstown|8', Ousterrike,8'| the small place after all? I knew I smelt the garlic league! Why, bless me |8'quick swits8'|, here he |8'is its8'|, darling Dave, |8'like (+a the+) catoninelives8'| just in time as if he fell out of space, all draped in mufti, coming home to mourn mountains from his old continence on quinquisecular cycles after |8'his French evolution and8'| a blindfold passage by the |8'11.32 4.328'| with the pork's pate in his |8'suicide8'| paw and the gulls laughing lime on his natural skunk,
blushing like Pat's pig, begob! He's not too tom well ashamed to carry out |8onaglibtographikelly onaglibtograbakelly8| |8'in his showman's sinister8'| the testymonicals he gave his twenty annis for, showing the three white feathers, as a home cured emigrant in Paddyouare far below on |8'the our8'| sealevel. Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca, Lictor Magnaffica. |8'|~We're three props to~| |aone |~own~|a| |~prapst,~| Vhault |~Me, Polehand and Leppanon. Vhault? Pious at first, prier~| at |~to second, liar at length and then Lyon of the Lande.~|8'| He's the sneaking likeness of us, faith, me altar's ego in miniature and every Auxonian aimer's ace as nasal a Romeo as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes, he'd soon arise mother's roses mid bedewing tears under those wild wet lashes onto anny living girl's laftercheeks. |8'That's his little flailing. |aAnd his (+impopopediment! impeppeppediment.º+)a|8'| He has novel ideas, I know, and he's a jarry queer fish betimes, I grant you, and cantanberous, the poisoner of his word, but, lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, I'm enormously full of that foreigner, I'll say I am! |8'Got by the one goat, suckled |aby (+of by+)a| the same nanna, one twitch, one nature makes us oldworld kin.8'| We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate him about his patent henesy|8', blasphº it,º8'| but I love him. I love his portugal's nose. There's the nasturtium for ye now that saved manny a poor sinker from water on the grave. Isn't he after borrowing all before him, touching every distinguished Irishman he could ever distinguish before or behind from a Yourishman for the customary |8'half (+holp halp+)8'| of a crown and peace? He is looking aged with his pebbled eyes, but I pass no remark. Hope he hasn't the cholera. Brayvo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there's nobody else in
touch anysides to hold a chef's candle to the darling at all for sheer dare with that prisonpotstill of Spanish breans on him like the knave of trifles! A jollytan fine demented brick and the prince of goodfilips! Dave
knows I have the highest of respect and sympathrick of annyone in my oweand smooth way for that intellectual debtor David R. Crozier. Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade's |8'flamm flamme8'|! The most important man! Shervos! Ho, be the holy, someone has shaved his rough diamond skull for him as clean as Nuntius' piedish! |8Thunderweather,º khyber schinker,º escapa sansa pagar.8| He's the spatton spit, so he is, with his blackguarded eye |8and the goatsbeard in his buttinghole,º8| of Shemuel Tulliver, |8me grandsourd,8| the old crusader, when he off with his paudeen! That was to let the crowd of Flu Flux Fans behind him see me proper. Ah, he's very thoughtful |8'and (+simpatrico sympatrico+)8'| that way |8'when he's not absintheminded8'|, with his Paris adresse! He is, really. Hold hard till (+8'you hear you'll ear+)8'| him clicking his bull's bones! |8'Some (+toadklackin toad klakkin+)!8'| You're welcome back, Wilkins, to red berries in the frost! |8'I'm tired (+hearing hairing+) of you.8'| Hat yourself! Give us your dyed hand here, frother, where's your |8'watch!? watchkeeper?º8'| I'm better pleased than ten guidneys! Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit!
You've surpassed yourself! Be introduced to |8'yess yes8'|! This is me aunt Julia Bride, dying to have you languish to scandal in her bosky old manor. |8'You (+can't don't+) reckoneyes him? That's his (+penal years penals+).8'| Shervorum! You haven't seen her since she stepped into her drawoffs. Don't be |8'shy shoy8'|, |8'man! husbandman!º |aWeih,º what'sº on you, |bwoman wifewomanºb|?a| Up the |aschaumrauch shamewaucha|!º8'| She has plenty of |8'room woom8'| in the smallclothes for the
bothsforus, nephews push! Hatch yourself well! |8'Come on, spinister, do your stuff!º8'| Embrace her |8'bashfully8'| by all means |8'at my |afranka| incensive8'| and tell her in your |8'semiological8'| agglutinative |8'like boyrun to sibsterº8'| how |8'I was |aIdo bes Idos bea|8'| asking after her. |8'Let us be holy and evil and |aleta| her be peace on the bough.º8'| Sure, she fell in line with our tripertight photos when we were stabled together like the corksagain brothers, hungry and angry, in the Black Watch, me and you, shinners true, and pinchme|8', our tertius quiddus,8'| that never talked or listened. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and |8'smellers sniffers8'| of a fellow that fell foul of the county de Loona, and the meattrap of the first vegetarian. Take her out of |8'pure poor8'| tuppenny luck before she goes off in pure treple |8'funk (+licquidence licquidanceº+)8'|. I'd give three shillings a pullet to the canon |8'for the conjugation8'| to shadow you kissing her liberally all over as if she was a crucifix. |8'Enjombyourselves thurily.º8'| It's good for her labials|8', you understand8'|. There's nothing like the mistletouch for finding a queen's earring false. |8'Let'sº have a fuchu all round. (+As And as+) he's boiling with water I'll light your pyre.º8'| Turn around, skeezy Sammy, |8'out of metaphor,º8'| till we feel are you still |8'fond tropeful8'| of poetry! Dwell on that, my hero and lander! That's the side that appeals to em|8, the wring wrong way to wright woman8|. Shuck her! |8'Let him!º |a(+All What+) he's good for.a|8'| Shuck her more! |8'Let him again! All she wants!8'| Could you wheedle a staveling encore out of your imitationer's jubalharp, hey, Mr Jinglejoys? |8'Uck! He's a so sedulous to singe alwaysº |aif prumpted a|!º8'| Grunt |8'unto8'| us|8', I pray,º8'| your foreboden article in our own dear dockandoilish introducing the death of Nelson with coloraturas! Coraio, fra! And I'll string seconds. |8'My loaf and pottage neaheaheahear Rochelle.8'| With your dumpsey diddeley dumpsey die, fiddeley fa. Diavoloh! Or come on and we'll scrap|8', rug and mat,º8'| and then be as chummy as two bashed spuds. |8'Bitrial (+by bay+) holmgang or betrayal (+by buyº+) jury.8'| Attaboy! |8Fee gate has Heenan hoity, mind uncle Hare?8| What, sir? |8'Thaw Tautau? Thou thou?º8'| Taurus periculosus, morbus pediculosus. Miserere mei in miseribilibus! There's uval lunguage for you! Begob, there's not so much green in his Ireland's eye! The
bark is still there but the molars are gone. The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split! |8'But I told him make (+my will first your will be done+) and go to (+general confession a general+) and I'd pray (+confessions+) for him.8'| Areesh! Areesh! Did you note that worried expressionism on his megalogue? A full octavium below me! And did you hear his three browrings rattlemaking when he was preaching to himself? And (whoa!) do you twig the |8'shamlooking schamlooking8'| leaf creeping ghastly down his blousyfrock? Areesh! He won't. He's shoy. My oldfaher's uncle that was garotted, Caius Cocoa Codinhand, used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my younkle's owlseller, Woowoolfe Woodenbeard, that went stonebathered, in the Tower of Balbus, as brisk, man, as I'd scoff up muttan chepps and lobscouse. But it's all deafman's duff to me, begob. Sam knows miles |8'better than bettern8'| me how to work the miracle. And I see he's dropping the stammer out of his silenced bladder since I bonded him off |8'|amorea| as |aa friend (+fiend a friend+)a| and as |abrothr (+bothr a brother+)a|8'| to try and grow a muff and canonise his dead feet down on the river airy |8'and place the ocean between his and ours,8'| after he was capped out of college |8'for the sin against the past participle8'| and earned the reputation |8'of forº cutting chapel (+and ofº+)8'| being swift, B.A.A. |8'(+It was Quadre Twas the quadra+) sent him (+& and+) trinityº too.8'| He'll |8priscu prisckly8| soon |8'tune handtuneº8'| your Erin's ear for |8you you,8| |8'|app (+pp, p.p.+) aº (+mimogram mimograph+) at a time,a|8'| |8|anuman bitter,a| with his ancomartinnsº8| to read the |8road8| roman |8with false steps ad Pernicious from rhearsilvar ormolus to torquinions superbers.8| while I'm far away from wherever thou art|8,º serving my tallyhos and tullying
my hostilious,º by8| going |8'in (+in, in+) by the most (+wholly recitatandas, holy recitatandas+) for fffforº8'| my varsatile examinations. |8'Gestures? F? F! f? (+ꟼ!º P?+) F? F!º In the beginning was the |agesture gestea|,º he |ajousstlya| says, |aand fora| the end is with woman(+, flesh-without-word,+) while the man to be is in a worse case after than before (+because she in since she on+) the supine satisfies the verbº to him.º Toughtough, tootoological. Thou,º (+1st the first+) person shingeller. Art, (+the an+) imperfect subjunctive. Paltry, flappent, haudº serious. (+Missmiss, on a matter poetic. Miss Smith,º onamatterpoetic.+)8'| |8|aAmnisanguis Hamnisandwisºa| axes colles waxes |awormis and warmas likea| sodullas.8| So pick your stops with fondness now. And mind you twine the twos noods of your nicenames. And pull up your furbelows as farabove as you're waisthigh. His hearing is in doubting just as my seeing is on believing. So dactylise him up to blankpoint and let him blink for himself where you speak the best ticklish. Fond namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee!