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douche as him, the totterer, the four-flights-the-charmer, doub-
ling back, in nowtime, 5 bymby when saltwater he wush him these
iselands, O alors! to mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot!) under
that chemise de and a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it
wash?) with a cheek white peaceful as, wen shall say, a single pro-
fessed claire’s 6 and his washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser’s
lampblick, to pure where they where hornest girls, to buy her in
par jure, il you plait, nuncandtunc and for simper, and other duel
mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth
super Luck, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice
(for’twas he was the born suborner, man) on behalf of an oldest
ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima and Gemiti, later on, his
craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish title, Grindings of Nash, 7 the
1 Muckross Abbey with the creepers taken off.
Joke and Jilt will have their tilt.
Old Mamalujorum and Rawrogerum.
Why have these puerile blonds those large flexible ears?
Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuffin.
No wonder Miss Dotsh took to veils and she descended from that
obloquohy.
The bookley with the rusin’s hat is Patomkin but I’m blowed if I knowed
who the slave is doing behind the curtain.
One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend corn-
wer, man — ship me silver!, it must have been, faw! a terrible
mavrue mavone, to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a
finalley, and that’s flat as Tut’s fut, for whowghowho? the poour
girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so inseuladed as Crampton’s
peartree, (she sall eurn bitter bed by thirt sweet of her face !), and
short wonder so many of the tomthick and tarry members in all
there subsequious ages of our timocracy tipped to console with her
at her mirrorable gracewindow’d hut 1 till the ives of Man, the
O’Kneels and the O’Prayins and the O’Hyens of Lochlaunstown
and the O’Hollerins of Staneybatter, hollyboys, all, burryripe
who’ll buy?, 2 in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments
and that’s not the finis of it (would it were!) — but to think of him
foundling a nelliza the second, 3 also cliptbuss (the best was still
there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, re-
triever to the last 4 — escapes my forgetness now was it dust-
covered, nom de Lieu ! on lapse or street ondown, through, for or
from a foe, by with as on a friend, at the Rectory? Vicarage Road?
Bishop’s Folly? Papesthorpe?, after picket fences, stonewalls, out
and ins or oxers — for merry a valsehood whisprit he to manny a
lilying earling; 5 and to try to analyse that ambo’s pair of brace-
leans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all 6 of that miching
micher’s bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mous-
taches, Dammad and Groany, into her limited (tuff, tuff, que tu es
pitre !) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends 7 in their dolight-
ful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper’s
brow and prickled ears !) as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition,
were a wrigular writher neonovene babe! 8 — well, diarmuee and
1 O hce! O hce!
2 Six and seven the League.
3 It’s all round me hat I’ll wear a drooping dido.
4 Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being ourdeaned,
Mester Bootenfly, here’s me and Myrtle is twinkling to know.
5 To show they caught preferment.
6 See the freeman’s cuticatura by Fennella.
7 Just one big booty’s pot.
8 Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he died a natural
death.
granyou and Vae Vinctis, that is what lamoor that of gentle
breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it’s
life that’s all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven
help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced
diorems in the Saint Lubbock’s Day number of that most improv-
ing of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted
before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in-
dices, it agins to pear like it,par my fay,and there is no use for your
pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood
claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green 1 to take
warning by the prispast, why?, by cows . man, in shirt, is how
he is pi- la gonna Š mobile and þ they wonet do ut; and, an you
could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded
goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was
you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a
jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands
derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that
but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled a la Mer
pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman
would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words
whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and
equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your
launer’s lightsome or your soulard’s schwearmood, it is that,
whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will
hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as
dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to
the march of a landsmaul, 2 in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on-
ward 3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi-
cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of
whisth to you sternly how — Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic
yearlings — you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line
somewhawre)
1 Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral.
2 Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.
3 Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag’ll row!
Uteralterance or
Coss? Cossist? Your parn! You, you make
WHY MY AS
the Interplay of
what name? (and in truth, as a poor soul is
LIKEWISE
Bones in the
between shift and shift ere the teath he has
WHIS HIS.
Womb.
lived through becomes the life he is to die
The Vortex.
into, he or he had albut — he was rickets as to
Spring of Sprung
reasons but the balance of his minds was
Verse. The Ver-
stables — lost himself or himself some som-
tex.
nione sciupiones, soswhitchoverswetch had
he or he gazet, murphy come, murphy go,
murphy plant, murphy grow, a maryamyria-
meliamurphies, in the lazily eye of his lapis,
Vieus Von DVbLIn, ’twas one of dozedeams
a darkies ding in dewood) the Turnpike under
the Great Ulm (with Mearingstone in Fore
ground). 1 Given now ann linch you take enn
all. Allow me! And, heaving alljawbreakical
expressions out of old Sare Isaac’s 2 universal
of specious aristmystic unsaid, A is
for Anna
like L is for liv. Aha hahah, Ante Ann you’re
apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn gives rise.
Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh
leaves alass! Aiaiaiai, Antiann, we’re last to
the lost, Loulou! Tis perfect. Now (lens
1 Draumcondra’s Dream country where the betterlies blow.
2 O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that
old Pantifox
Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture?
Sarga, or the
your dappled yeye here, mine’s presbyoperian,
path of outgoing.
shill and wall) we see the copyngink strayed-
Docetism and
line AL (in Fig., the forest) from being con-
Didicism, Maya-
tinued, stops ait Lambday:1 Modder ilond
Thaya. Tamas-
there too. Allow me anchore! I bring down
Rajas-Sattvas.
noth and carry awe. Now, then, take this in!
One of the most murmurable loose carollaries
ever Ellis threw his cookingclass. With Olaf
as centrum and Olaf’s lambtail for his spokes-
man circumscript a cyclone. Allow ter! Hoop !
As round as the calf of an egg! O, dear
me! O, dear me now! Another grand dis-
cobely! After Makefearsome’s Ocean. You’ve
actuary entducked one! Quok! Why, you
haven’t a passer! Fantastic! Early’ clever,
surely doomed, to Swift’s, alas, the galehus!
Match of a matchness, like your Bigdud dadder
in the boudeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar’s
Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in
the smukking precincts of lydias,2 with Mary
Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to edge
his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston
and Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz, our
papacocopotl, 3 Abraham Bradley King? (ting
ting! ting ting!) By his magmasine fall. Lumps,
lavas and all.4 Bene! But, thunder and turf, it’s
not alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The
mystery repeats itself todate as our callback
mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a
tanner, 5 used to sing, as I think, now and then
consinuously over her possetpot in her quer
1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids’ and dolls’ home.
Makeacake-
ache.
2 A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.
3 Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning.
4 At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one
5 We’re all found of our anmal matter.
Cell and its Pri-
homolocous humminbass hesterdie and ist-
vate Properties.
herdie forivor. 1 Vanissas Vanistatums! And
The haves and
for a night of thoughtsendyures and a day. As
the havenots: a
Great Shapesphere puns it. In effect, I re-
distinction.
mumble, from the yules gone by, purr lil mur-
rerof myhind, so she used indeed. When she
give me the Sundaclouths she hung up for
Tate and Comyng and snuffed out the ghost
in the candle at his old game of haunt the
sleepper. Faithful departed. When I’m dream-
ing back like that I begins to see we’re only
all telescopes. Or the comeallyoum saunds.
Like when I dromed I was in Dairy and was
wuckened up with thump in thudderdown.
Rest in peace ! But to return. 2 What a wonder-
ful memory you have too ! Twonderful
morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring town
eau and curry nothung up my sleeve. Now,
springing quickenly from the mudland-Loosh
from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetra-
turn a somersault. All’s fair on all fours, as
my instructor unstrict me. Watch ! And you’ll
have the whole inkle. Allow, allow! Gyre O,
gyre O, gyrotundo ! Hop lala ! As umpty
herum as you seat! O, dear me, that was very
nesse! Very nace indeed! And makes us a
daintical pair of accomplasses! You, allus for
the kunst and me for omething with a handel
to it. Beve! Now, as will pressantly be felt,
there’s tew tricklesome poinds where our
twain of doubling bicirculars, mating approxe-
metely in their suite poi and poi, dunloop
into eath the ocher. Lucihere ! I fee where you
The Vegetable
1 Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn
Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.
