Complete Works of James Joyce

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  carnons but more

  hander, 1 free of his florid future and the other

  THE DUNG-

  pulfers turnips.

  singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars,

  MOUND.

  Omnitudes in a

  gale with a blost to him, dove without gall.

  SIGNIFI-

  knutshedell.

  And she, of the jilldaw’s nest 2 who tears up

  CANCE OF

  For all us kids

  lettereens she never apposed a pen upon. 3 Yet

  THE INFRA-

  under his aegis.

  sung of love and the monster man. What’s

  LIMINAL IN-

  Saving the public

  Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough,

  TELLIGENCE.

  his health.

  ough, brieve kindli! 4

  OFFRANDES.

  Superlative abso-

  Dogs’ vespers are anending. Vespertilia-

  lute of Porter-

  bitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke

  stown.

  to sate with Becchus. Zumbock! Achevre!

  Yet wind will be ere fadervor 5 and the hour of

  fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls

  or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking

  out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!)

  long ’tis till gets bright that all cocks waken

  and birds Diana 6 with dawnsong hail. Aught

  darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepee-

  strilling. At Brannan’s on the moor. At Tam

  Fanagan’s weak yat his still’s going strang.

  And still here is noctules and can tell things

  acommon on by that fluffy feeling. Larges

  loomy wheelhouse to bodgbox 7 lumber up

  with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep

  is peace who follow his law, Sunday

  1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers

  and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our

  hoydenname.

  2 My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to

  keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing

  Holmes.

  3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon’s

  increscent.

  4 Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle

  black.

  Moopetsi meepotsi

  5 I was so snug off in my apholster’s creedle but at long leash I’ll

  stretch

  more capritious in his dapplepied bed.

  6 Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.

  7 A liss in hunterland.

  Why so mucky

  King. 1 His sevencoloured’s soot (Ochone!

  pick bridges

  Ochonal!) 2 and his imponence one heap lump-

  span our Flumi-

  block (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like

  nian road.

  weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnral-

  P.C. Helmut’s in

  ly, 3 where every feaster’s a foster’s other, fian-

  the cottonwood,

  nians all. 4 The wellingbreast, he willing giant,

  listnin.

  the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To

  The throne is an

  obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity

  umbrella strande

  what’ll yet meek Mike 5 our diputy mimber when

  and a sceptre’s a

  he’s head on poll and Peter’s burgess and Miss

  stick.

  Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse

  Jady jewel, our

  gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning

  daktar deer.

  lives yet and will return after great deap sleap

  Gautamed bud-

  rerising and a white night high with a cows of

  ders deossiphys-

  Drommhiem as shower as there’s a wet en-

  ing our Theas.

  clouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a

  By lineal in pon-

  truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams

  dus overthepoise.

  tell Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will

  not say it shall not be, this passing of order and

  order’s coming, but in the herbest country and

  in the country around Blath as in that city self

  of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So

  shuttle the pipers done. 6 Eric aboy! 7 And it’s

  time that all paid tribute to this massive mor-

  tiality, the pink of punk perfection as photo-

  graphy in mud. Some may seek to dodge the

  1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam’s

  honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in

  his

  hand and his mouth open.

  2 And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.

  3 Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?

  4 Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the

  lays of ancient homes.

  5 The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not

  melt down his dripping ducks.

  6 Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.

  7 Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked

  profanian

  with his bakset of yosters.

  Pitchcap and

  gobbet for its quantity of quality but who

  INCIPIT IN-

  triangle, noose

  wants to cheat the choker’s got to learn to

  TERMISSIO.

  and tinctunc.

  chew the cud. Allwhichhole scrubs on scroll

  MAJOR AND

  Uncle Flabbius

  circuminiuminluminatedhave encuoniams here

  MINOR

  Muximus to

  and improperies there. 1 With a pansy for the

  Niecia Flappia

  pussy in the corner. 2

  Minnimiss. As

  Bewise of Fanciulla’s heart, the heart of

  this is. And as

  Fanciulla! Even the recollection of willow

  this this is.

  fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear. 3 The

  Dear Brotus,

  rushes by the grey nuns’ pond: ah eh oh let

  land me arrears.

  me sigh too. Coalmansbell: behoves you

  Rockaby, babel,

  handmake of the load. Jenny Wren: pick, peck.

  flatten a wall.

  Johnny Post: pack, puck. 4 All the world’s in

  How he broke the

  want and is writing a letters. 5 A letters from a

  good news to

  person to a place about a thing. And all the

  Gent.

  world’s on wish to be carrying a letters. A let-

  ters to a king about a treasure from a cat. 6

  When men want to write a letters. Ten men,

  ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a

  ladder. And den men, dun men, fen men, fun

  men, hen men, hun men went to raze a leader.

  Is then any lettersday from many peoples,

  Daganasanavitch? Empire, your outermost. 7

  A posy cord. Plece.

  We have wounded our way on foe tris

  prince till that force in the gill is faint afarred

  1 Gosem pher, gezumpher, greeze a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him!

  2 And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth

  her bothom dolours he’d have a culious impressiom on the diminitive that

  chafes our ends.

  3 When I’am Enastella and am taken for
Essastessa I’ll do that droop on

  the

  pohlmann’s piano.

  4 Heavenly twinges, if it’s one of his I’ll fearly feint as swoon as he

  enter-

  rooms.

  5 To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And

  when

  you’re done push the chain.

  6 With her modesties office.

  7 Strutting as proud as a great turquin weggin that cuckhold on his

  Eddems

  and Clay’s hat.

  and the face in the treebark feigns afear. This

  MODES COA-

  is rainstones ringing. Strangely cult for this

  LESCING

  ceasing of the yore. But Erigureen is ever.

  PROLIFER-

  Pot price pon patrilinear plop, if the osseletion

  ATE HOMO-

  of the onkring gives omen nome? Since alls

  GENUINE

  war that end war let sports be leisure and

  HOMOGEN-

  bring and buy fair. Ah ah athclete, blest your

  EITY.

  bally bathfeet! Towntoquest, fortorest, the

  hour that hies is hurley. A halt for hearsake. 1

  1 Come, smooth of my slate,to the beat of my blosh! With all these gelded

  ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms three’s so

  much

  more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing

  times of

  putting an end to myself and my malody, when I remembered all your pupil-

  teacher’s erringnesses in perfection class. You sh’undn’t write you can’t

  if you

  w’udn’t pass for undevelopmented. This is the propper way to say that, Sr.

  If

  it’s me chews to swallow all you saidn’t you can eat my words for it as

  sure as

  there’s a key in my kiss. Quick erit faciofacey. When we will conjugate

  to-

  gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour, verbe de

  vie

  and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for

  ever. Your are me severe? Then rue. My intended, Jr, who I’m throne away

  on, (here he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon) when I slip through my

  pettigo

  I’ll get my decree and take seidens when I’m not ploughed first by some

  Rolando the Lasso, and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my

  collage

  juniorees who, though they flush fuchsia, are they octette and virginity

  in my

  shade but always my figurants. They may be yea of my year but they’re

  nary

  nay of my day. Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in

  to pry

  they’ll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending mar-

  riage. Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the

  gamest

  game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuring trot is her and she

  vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive d’Oyly

  and Winnie Carr,bejupers, they reized the dressing of a salandmon and how

  a

  peeper costs and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwaimen. It most have

  bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrine von Terrefin.

  Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all

  should

  I forget to) bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn’t it just divining that dog of a

  dag

  in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt’s altar, as cooledas as

  cul-

  cumbre, slapping my straights till the sloping ruins, postillion,

  postallion, a

  swinge a swank, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them horners

  stagstruck on the leasward! Don’t be of red, you blanching mench! This

  isabella I’m on knows the ruelles of the rut and she don’t fear andy

  mandy. So

  sing loud, sweet cheeriot, like anegreon in heaven! The good fother with

  the

  twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us

  with

  for our allmichael good. Amum. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth

  is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it’s the surplice money, oh my

  young

  friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the

  clothes.

  Bibelous hics-

  A scene at sight. Or dreamoneire. Which

  tory and Barbar-

  they shall memorise. By her freewritten

  assa harestary.

  Hopely for ear that annalykeses if scares for

  A shieling in cop-

  eye that sumns. Is it in the now woodwordings

  pingers and por-

  of our sweet plantation where the branchings