Book III Part III
Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low.
On the mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed land shape,
brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staff of citron briar,
tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, of cause, but his
drama parapolylogic had yet to be, affact. Most distressfully (but, my
dear, how successfully!) to wail he did, his locks of a lucan tinge, quickrich,
ripely rippling, unfilleted, those lashbetasselled lids on the verge of
closing time, whiles ouze of his sidewiseopen mouth the breath of him,
evenso languishing as the princeliest treble treacle or lichee chewchow
purse could buy. Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!) what helpings
of honeyful swoothead (phew!), which ear piercing dulcitude! As were you
suppose to go and push with your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his fleshasplush
cushionettes of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah! When, as
the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the home fires burning, so
on the churring call themselves came at him, from the westborders of the
eastmidlands, three kings of three suits and a crowner, from all their
cardinal parts, along the amber way where Brosnas furzy. To lift
them they did, senators four, by the first quaint skreek of the gloaming
and they hopped it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes of old
times gone by of the days not worth remembering; inventing some excusethems,
any sort, having a sevenply sweat of night blues moist upon them. Feefee!
phopho!! foorchtha!!! aggala!!!! jeeshee!!!!! paloola!!!!!! ooridiminy!!!!!!!
Afeared themselves were to wonder at the class of a crossroads puzzler
he would likely be, length by breadth nonplussing his thickness, ells
upon ells of him, making so many square yards of him, one half of him
in Conns half but the whole of him never theless in Owenmores
five quarters. There would he lay till they would him descry, spancelled
down upon a blossomy bed, at one foule stretch, amongst the daffydowndillies,
the flowers of narcosis fourfettering his footlights, a halohedge of wild
spuds hovering over him, epicures waltzing with gardenfillers, puritan
shoots advancing to Aran chiefs. Phopho!! The meteor pulp of him, the
seamless rainbowpeel. Aggala!!!! His bellyvoid of nebulose with his neverstop
navel. Paloola!!!!!! And his veins shooting melanite phosphor, his creamtocustard
cometshair and his asteroid knuckles, ribs and members. Ooridiminy!!!!!!!
His electrolatiginous twisted entrails belt. Those four claymen clomb
together to hold their sworn star chamber quiry on him. For he was ever
their quarrel, the way they would see themselves, everybug his bodiment
atop of annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two
of his morning. Up to the esker ridge it was, Mallinger parish, to a mead
that was not far, the sons rest. First klettered Shanator Gregory,
seeking spoor through the deep timefield, Shanator Lyons, trailing the
wavy line of his partition footsteps (some thing in his blisters was telling
him all along how he had been in that place one time), then his Recordership,
Dr Shuna dure Tarpey, caperchasing after honourable sleep, hot on to the
aniseed and, up out of his prompt corner, old Shunny MacShunny, MacDougal
the hiker, in the rere of them on the run, to make a quorum. Roping their
ass he was, their skygrey globetrotter, by way of an afterthought and
by no means legless either for such sprouts on him they were that much
oneven it was tumbling he was by four lengths, within the bawl of a mascot,
kuss yuss, kuss cley, patsy watsy, like the kapr in the kabisses, the
big ass, to hear with his unaided ears the harp in the air, the bugle
dianablowing, wild as wild, the mockingbird whose word is misfortune,
so tis said, the bulbul down the wind. The proto was traipsing through
the tangle then, Mathew Walker, godsons goddestfar, deputising for
gossipocracy, and his station was a few perch to the weatherside of the
knoll Asnoch and it was from no other place unless there, how and ever,
that he proxtended aloof upon the ether Mesmers Manuum, the hand
making silence. The buckos beyond on the lea, then stopped wheresoever
they found their standings and that way they set ward about him, doing
obedience, nod, bend, bow and curtsey, like the watchers of Prospect,
upholding their broad awake probers hats on their firrum heads,
the travelling court on its findings circuiting that personer in his fallen.
And a crack quat youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons
and psy chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and
clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the odd
trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots. And, what do you think,
who should be laying there above all other persons forenenst them only
Yawn! All of asprawl he was laying too amengst the poppies and, I can
tell you something more than that, drear writer, profoundly as you may
bedeave to it, he was oscasleep asleep. And it was far more similar to
a satrap he lay there with unctuous beauty all surrounded, the poser,
or for whatall I know like Lord Lumen, coaching his preferred constellations
in faith and doctrine, for old Matt Gregory, tis he had the starmenag
erie, Marcus Lyons and Lucas Metcalfe Tarpey and the mack that never forgave
the ass that lurked behind him, Jonny na Hossaleen. More than their good
share of their five senses ensorcelled would say themselves were, fuming
censor, the way they could not rightly tell their heels from their stools
as they cooched down a mamalujo by his cubical crib, as question time
drew nighing and the map of the souls groupography rose in relief
within their quarterings, to play tops or kites or hoops or marbles, curchycurchy,
gawking on him, for the issuance of his pnum and softnoising one of them
to another one, the boguaqueesthers. And it is what they began to say
to him tetrahedrally then, the masters, what way was he.
- Hes giving, the wee bairn. Yun
- Yerra, why dat, my leader?
- Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah?
- Or his winds from the wrong cut,
says Ned of the Hill.
- Why so and speak up, do you hear me,
- Or hes rehearsing somewans
- Whisht outathat! Hubbas up! And
as they were spreading abroad on their octopuds their drifter nets, the
chromous gleamy seiners nets and,no lie, there was word of assonance
being softspoken among those quartermasters.
- Get busy, kid!
- Chirpy, come now!
- The present hospices is a good time.
- Ill take on that chap. For it was
in the back of their minds ear, temptive lissomer, how they would
be spreading in quadriliberal their azurespotted fine attractable nets,
their nansen nets, from Matt Senior to the thurrible mystagogue after
him and from thence to the neighbour and that way to the puisny donkeyman
and his crucifers cauda. And in their minds years backslibris, so
it was, slipping beauty, how they would be meshing that way, when he rose
to it, with the planckton at play about him, the quivers of scaly silver
and their clutches of chromes of the highly lucid spanishing gold whilst,
as hour gave way to mazing hour, with Yawn himself keeping time with his
thripthongue, to ope his blurbeous lips he would, a let out classy, the
way myrrh of the moor and molten moonmist would be melding mellifond indo
- Before You!
- Ecko! How sweet thee answer makes! Afterwheres?
In the land of lions odor?
- Friends! First if yu dont mind.
Name yur historical grouns.
- This same prehistoric barrow tis,
- I see. Very good now. It is in your orangery,
I take it, you have your letters. Can you hear here me, you sir?
- Throsends. For my darling. Typette!
- So long aforetime? Can you hear better?
- Millions. For godsends. For my darling
- Now, to come nearer zone; I would like
to raise my deuterous point audibly touching this. There is this maggers.
I am told by our interpreter, Hanner Esellus, that there are fully six
hundred and six ragwords in your malherbal Magis lande guage in which
wald wand rimes alpman and there is resin in all roots for monarch but
yav hace not one pronouncable teerm that blows in all the vallums of tartallaght
to signify majestate, even provisionally, nor no rheda rhoda or torpentine
path or halluci nian via nor aurellian gape nor sunkin rut nor grossgrown
trek nor crimeslaved cruxway and no moorhens cry or mooners plankgang
there to lead us to hopenhaven. Is such the unde deri vatur casematter
messio! Frankly. Magis megis enerretur mynus hoc intelligow.
- How? Cest mal prononsable, tartagliano,
perfrances. Vous navez pas do dans votre boche provenciale,
mousoo. Je min cline mais Moy jay trouvay la clee dang les champs.
Hay sham nap poddy velour, come on!
- Hep there! Commong, sa na pa de valure?
Whus teit dans yur jambs? Whurs that inclining and talkin
about the messiah so cloover? A trues to your trefling! Whure yu!
- Trinathan partnick dieudonnay. Have you
seen her? Typette, my tactile O!
- Are you in your fatherick, lonely one?
- The same. Three persons. Have you seen
my darling only one? I am sohohold!
- What are yu shevering about, ultramontane,
like a houn? Is there cold on ye, doraphobian? Or do yu want yur primafairy
- The woods of fogloot! O mis padredges!
- Whisht awhile, greyleg! The duck is rising
and youll wake that stand of plover. I know that place better than
anyone. Sure, I used to be always overthere on the fourth day at my grand
mothers place, Tear nan-Ogre, my little grey home in the west, in
or about Mayo when the long dog gave tongue and they coursing the marches
and they straining at the leash. Tortoise shell for a guineagould! Burb!
Burb! Burb! Follow me up Tucurlugh! Thats the place for the claire
oysters, Polldoody, County Conway. I never knew how rich I was like another
story in the zoedone of the zephyros, strolling and strolling, carrying
my dragoman, Meads Marvel, thass withumpronouceable tail, along the shore.
Do you know my cousin, Mr Jasper Dougal that keeps the Anchor on the Mountain,
the parsons son, Jasper of the Tuns, Pat Whateveryournameis?
- Dood and I dood. The wolves of Fochlut!
By Whydoyou callme? Do not flingamejig to the twolves!
- Turcafiera amd thats a good wan
right enough! Wooluvs no less!
- One moment now, if I foreshorten the
bloss on your bleather. Encroachement spells erosion. Dunlin and turnstone
augur us where, how and when best as to burial of carcass, fuse lage of
dump and committal of noisance. But, since you invocate austers for the
trailing of vixens, I would like to send a cormorant around this blue
lagoon. Tell me now this. You told my larned friend rather previously,
a moment since, about this mound or barrow. Now I suggest to you that
ere there was this plague burrow, as you seem to call it, there was a
burialbattell, the boat of millions of years. Would you bear me out in
that, relatively speaking, with her jackstaff jerking at her pennyladders,
why not, and sizing a fair sail, knowest thout the kind? The Pourquoi
Pas, bound for Weissduwasland, that fourmaster barquentine, Webster says,
our ship that nere returned. The Frenchman, I say, was an orangeboat.
He is a boat. You see him. The both how you see is they! Draken af Danemork!
Sacked it or ate it? What! Hennu! Spake ab laut!
- Couch, cortege, ringbarrow, dungcairn.
Beseek the runes and see the longurn! Allmaun away when you hear the gang
horn. And meet Nautsen. Ess Ess. O ess. Warum night! Conning two lay payees.
Norsker. Her raven flag was out, the slaver. I trow pon good, jordans
scaper, goods barnet and trustyman. Crouch low, you pigeons three!
Say, call that girl with the tan tress awn! Call Wolfhound! Wolf of the
sea. Folchu! Folchu!
- Very good now. That folklores straight
from the ass his mouth. I will crusade on with the parent ship, weather
prophet ting, far away from those green hills,a station, Ireton tells
me, bonofide for keeltappers, now to come to the midnight middy on this
levantine ponenter. From Daneland sailed the oxeyed man, now mark well
what I say.
- Magnus Spadebeard, korsets krosser, welsher
perfyddye. A destroyer in our port. Signed to me with his baling scoop.
Laid bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle me. Ecce Hagios Chrisman!
- Oh, Jeyses, fluid! says the poisoned
well. Futtfishy the First. Hootchcoppers enkel at the navel manuvres!
- Hep! Hello there, Bill of old Bailey!
Whus he? Whus this lad, why the pups?
- Hunkalus Childared Easterheld. Its
his lost chance, Emania Ware him well.
- Hey! Did you dream you were ating your
own tripe, acushla, that you tied yourself up that wrynecky fix?
- I see now. We move in the beast circuls.
Grimbarb and pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A childs
dread for a dragon vicefather. Hillcloud encompass us! You mean you lived
as milky at their lyceum, couard, while you learned, volp volp, to howl
yourself wolfwise. Dyb! Dyb! Do your best.
- I am dob dob dobbling like old Booths,
courteous. The cubs are after me, it zeebs, the whole totem pack, vuk
vuk and vuk vuk to them, for Robinsons shield.
- Scents and gouspils! The animal jangs
again! Find the fingall harriers! Here howl me wiseacres hat till
I die of the milkmans lupus!
- What? Wolfgang? Whoah! Talk very slowe!
- Hail him heathen, heal him holystone!
Courser, Recourser, Changechild .............. Eld es endall, earth .....................?
- A cataleptic mithyphallic! Was this Totem
Fulcrum Est Ancestor yu hald in Dies Eirae where no spider webbeth or
Anno Mundi ere bawds plied in Skiffstrait? Be fair, Chris!
- Dream. Ona nonday I sleep. I dreamt of
a somday. Of a wonday I shall wake. Ah! May he have now of here fearfilled
me! Sinflowed, O sinflowed! Fia! Fia! Befurcht christ!
- I have your tristich now; it recurs in
three times the same differently (there is such a fui fui story which
obtains of him): comming nown from the asphalt to the concrete, from the
human historic brute, Finnsen Faynean, occeanyclived, to this same vulganized
hillsir from yours, Mr Tupling Toun of Morning de Heights,with his lavast
flow and his rambling undergroands, would he reoccur Ad Horam, as old
Romeo Rogers, in city or county, and your sure ob, or by, with or from
an urb, of you know the differenciabus, as brauchbarred in apabhramsa,
sierrah! We speak of Gun, the farther. And in the locative. Bap! Bap!
- Ouer Tad, Hellig Babbau, whom certayn
orbits assertant re humeplace of Chivitats Ei, Smithwick, Rhonnda, Kaledon,
Salem (Mass), Childers, Argos and Duthless. Well, I am advised he might
in a sense be both nevertheless, every at man like my self, suffix it
to say, Abrahamsk and Brookbear! By him it was done bapka, by me it was
gone into, to whom it will beblive, , Mushame! I am afraid you could not
heave ahore one of your own old stepstones, barnabarnabarn, over a stumble
down wall here in Huddlestown to this classic Noctuber night but itandthey
woule binge, much as vecious, off the dosshouse back of a racerider in
his truetoflesh colours, either handicapped on her flat or barely repeating
himself. That is a tiptip tim oldy faher now the man I go in fear of,
Tommy Terracotta, and he could be all your and my das, the brodar of the
founder of the father of the finder of the pfander of the pfunder of the
furst man in Ranelagh, fu! fu! Petries and violet ice (I am
yam, as Me and Tam Tower used to jagger pemmer it, over at the house of
Eddys Christy, meaning Dodgfather, Dodgson and Coo) and spiriduous
- Breeze softly. Aures are aureas. Haus
- Me das has or oreils. Piercey, piercey,
- White eyeluscious and muddyhorsebroth!
Pig Pursyriley! But where do we get off, chiseller?
- Haltstille, Lucas and Dublinn! Vulva!
Vulva! Vulva! Vulva!
- Macdougal, Atlantic City, or his onagrass
that is, chuam and coughan! I would go near identifying you from your
stavro tides, Jong of Maho, and the weslarias round your yokohahat. And
that Omulanchonry plucher you have from the worst curst of Ireland,
Glwlwd of the Mghtwg Grwpp, is no use to you either, Johnny my donkeyschott.
Number four,fix up your spreadeagle and pull your weight!
- Hooshin hom to our regionals hin
and the gander of Hayden. Would ye ken a young stepschuler of psychical
chiro graphy, the name of Keven, or (let outers pray) Evan Vaughan, of
his Posthorn in the High Street, that was shooing a Guiney gagag, Poulepinter,
that found the dogumen number one, I would suggest, an illegible downfumbed
by an unelgible?
- If I do know sinted sageness? Sometimes
he would keep silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and clasp his forehead
and during the time he would be thinking to himself and he would not mind
anybody who would be talking to him or crying stinking fish. But I no
way need you, stroke oar nor your quick handles. Your too farfar a cock
of the north there, Matty Armagh, and your due south so.
- South I see. Youre up-in-Leal-Ulster
and Im free-Down in-Easia, this is much better. He is cured by faith
who is sick of fate. The prouts who will invent a writing there ultimately
is the poeta, still more learned, who discovered the raiding there origin
ally. Thats the point of eschatology our book of kills reaches for
now in soandso many counterpoint words. What cant be coded can be
decorded if an ear aye sieze what no eye ere grieved for. Now, the doctrine
obtains, we have occasioning cause causing effects and affects occasionally
recausing altereffects. Or I will let me take it upon myself to suggest
to twist Ihe penmans tale posterwise. The gist is the gist of Shaum
but the hand is the hand of Sameas. Shan Shim Schung. There is a strong
suspicion on counterfeit Kevin and we all remember ye in child hoods
reverye. Tis the bells of scandal that gave tune to grumble over
him and someone between me and thee. He would preach to the two turkies
and dipdip all the dindians, this master the abbey, and give gold tidings
to all that are in the bonze age of anteproresurrectionism to entrust
their easter neappearance to Borsaiolinis house of hatcraft. He
is our sent on the firm. Now, have you reasonable hesitancy in your mind
about him after fourpriest redmass or are you in your post? Tell me andat
sans dismay. Leap, pard!
- Fierappel putting years on me! Nwo, nwo!
This bolt in hand be my worder! Ill see you moved farther, blarneying
Marcantonio! What cans such wretch to say to I or how have My to doom
with him? We were wombful of mischief and initium wise, everliking a liked,
hairytop on heeltipper, alpybeccas un wachsibles, an ikeson am ikeson,
that babe, imprincipially, my leperd brethern, the Puer, ens innocens
of but fifteen primes. Ya all in your kalblionized so trilustriously standing
the real school, to be upright as his match, healtheous as is egg, saviour
so the salt and good wee braod, parallaling buttyr, did I alter mobile
him to a flare insiding hogsfat. Been ike hins kinder gardien? I know
not, O cashla, I am sure offed habitand this undered heaven, meis enfins,
contrasting the first mover, that father I ascend fromming knows, as I
think, caused whom I, a self the sign, came remaining being dwelling ayr,
plage and watford as to I was eltered impostulance possessing my future
state falling towards thrice myself resting the childhide when I received
the habit following Mezienius connecting Mezosius including was verted
embracing a palegrim, circumcised my hairs, Oh laud, and removed my clothes
from patristic motives, meas minimas culpads! Permitting this ick (ickle
coon icoocoon) crouched low entering humble down, dead thrue mean scatological
past, making so smell partaking myself to confess abiding clean tumbluponing
yous octopods, mouthspeech allno finger force, owning my mansuetude before
him attaching Audeons prostratingwards mine sore accompanying my
thrain tropps offering meye eyesalt, what I (the person whomin I now am)
did not do, how he to say essied anding how he was making errand andanding
how he all locutey sunt, why did you, my sexth best friend, blabber always
you would be so delated to back me, then ersed irredent, toppling Humphrey
hugging Nephew, old begge laut, designing such post sitting his night
office? Annexing then, producing Saint Momuluius, you snub around enclosing
your moving motion touching the other catachumens continuing say providing
append of signature quoniam you will celebrand my dirthdags quoniam, concealed
a concealer, I am twosides uppish, a mockbelief insulant, ending none
meer hyber irish. Well, chunk your dimned chink, before avtokinatown,
forasmuch as many have tooken in hand to, I may as well humbly correct
that ves pian now in case of temporalities. Ive my pockets full
comeplay of you laycreated cardonals, ap rince, ap rowler, ap rancer,
ap rowdey! Improperial! I saved you fore of the Hekkites and you loosed
me hind bland Harry to the burghmote of Aud Dub. I teachet you in fair
time, my elders, the W.X.Y.Z. and P.Q.R.S. of legatine powers and you,
Ailbey and Ciardeclan, I learn, episcop ing me altogether, circumdeditioned
me. I brought you from the loups of Lazary and you have remembered my
lapsus langways. Washywatchywataywatashy! Oirasesheorebukujibun! Wata
cooshy lot! Mind of poison is. That time thing think! Honorific remembrance
to spit humble makes. My ruridecanal caste is a cut above you peregrines.
Aye vouchu to rumanescu. See the leabhour of my generations! Has not my
master, Theophrastius Spheropneu maticus, written that the spirit is from
the upper circle? Im of the ochlocracy with Prestopher Palumbus
and Porvus Parrio. Soa koa Kelly Terry per Chelly Derry lepossette. Ho
look at my jailbrand Exquovis and sequencias High marked on me fake similar
in the foreign by Pappagallus and Pumpusmugnus: ahem! Anglicey: Eggs squawfish
lean yoe nun feed marecurious.Sagart can self laud nilobstant to Lowman
Catlicks patrician morning coat of arms with my High tripenniferry
cresta and caudal mottams: Itch dean: which Gaspey, Otto and Sauer, he
renders: echo stay so! Addressing eat or not eat body Yours am. And, Mind,
praisegad, is the first praisonal Egoname Yod heard boissboissy in Moy
Bogs domesday. Hastan the vista! Or in alleman: Suck at!
- Suck it yourself, sugarstick! Misha,
Yid think whose was asking to luckat your sore toe or to taste your gaspy,
hot and sour! Ichthyan! Hegvat tosser! Gags be plebsed! Between his voyous
and her consinnantes! Thugg, Dirke and Hacker with Rose Lankester and
Blanche Yorke! Are we speachin danglas landadge or are you sprakin
sea Djoytsch? Oy soy, Bleseyblasey, where to go is knowing remain? Become
quantity that discourse bothersome when what do? Knowing remain? Come
back, baddy wrily, to Bullydamestough! Cum him, buddy rowly, with me!
What about your thruppenny croucher of an old fellow, me boy, through
the ages, tell us, eh? What about Brians the Vauntand onlieme, Master
Monk, eh, eh, Spira in Me Domino, spear me Doyne! Fat prize the bonafide
peachumpidgeonlover, eh, eh, eh, esquire earwugs, escusado, of Jenkins
Area, with his Ive Ivy under his tangue and the hohallo to his dullaphone,
before there was a sound in the world? How big was his boost friend and
be shanghaied to him? The swaaber! The twicer, trifoaled in Wan stable!
Louds curse to him! If you hored him outerly as we harum lubberintly,
from morning rice till nightmale, with his drums and bones and hums in
drones your innereerd heerdly heer he. Ho ha hi he hung! Tsing tsing!
- Me no angly mo, me speakee Yellmans
lingas. Nicey Doc Mistel Lu, please! Me no pigey ludiments all same numpa
one Topside Tellmastoly fella. Me pigey savvy a singasong anothel time.
Pleasie, Mista Lukie Walkie! Josadam cowbelly maam belongame shepullamealahmalong,
begolla, Jackinaboss belonga she; plentymuch boohoomeo.
- Hells Confucium and the Elements!
Tootoo moohootch! Thots never the postal cleric, checking chinchin
chat with nipponnippers! Halt there sob story to your lambdads tale!
Are you roman cawthrick 432?
- Quadrigue my yoke. Triple my tryst. Tandem
- History as her is harped. Too the toone
your owldfrow lied of. Tantris, hattrick, tryst and parting, by vowelglide!
I feel your thrilljoy mouths overtspeaking, O dragoman, hands under studium.
Plunger words what paddle verbed. Mere mans mime: God has jest.
The old order changeth and lasts like the first. Every third man has a
chink in his conscience and every other woman has a jape in her mind.
No v, fix on the little fellow in my eye, Minucius Mandrake, and follow
my little psychosinology poor armer in slingslang. Now I, the lord of
Tuttu, am placing that inital T square of burial jade upright to your
temple a moment. Do you see anything, templar?
- I see a blackfrinch pliestrycook . .
. who is carrying on his brainpan . . . a cathedral of lovejelly for his
. . . Tiens, how he is like somebodies!
- Pious, a pious person. What sound of
tistress isoles my ear? I horizont the same, this serpe with ramshead,
and lay it lightly to your lip a litde. What do you feel, liplove?
- I feel a fine lady . . . floating on
a stillstream of isisglass . . . with gold hair to the bed . . . and white
arms to the twinklers . . . O la la!
- Purely, in a pure manner. O, sey but
swift and still a vain essaying! Trothed today, trenned tomorrow. I invert
the initial of your tripartite and sign it sternly, and adze to girdle.
on your breast. What do you hear, breastplate?
- I ahear of a hopper behidin the door
slappin his feet in a pool of bran.
- Bellax, acting like a bellax. And so
the triptych vision passes. Out of a hillside into a hillside. Fairshee
fading. Again am I deliciated by the picaresqueness of your irmages. Now,
the oneir urge iterimpellant, I feel called upon to ask did it ever occur
to you, qua you, prior to this, by a stretch of your iberborealic imagination,
when its quicker than this quack ing that you might, bar accidens,
be very largely substituted in potential secession from your next life
by a complementary char acter, voices apart? Upjack! I shudder for your
thought! Think! Put from your mind that and take on trust this. The next
word depends on your answer.
- Im thinking to, thogged be thenked!
I was just trying to think when I thought I felt a flea. I might have.
I cannot say for it is of no significance at all. Once or twice when I
was in odin burgh with my addlefoes, Jake Jones, the handscabby, when
I thinkled I wore trying on my garden substisuit, boys apert, at
my nexword nighboors, and maybe more largely nor you quosh yet you,
messmate, realise. A few times, so to shape, I chanced to be stretching,
in the shadow as I thought, the liferight out of myself in my ericulous
imaginating. I felt feeling a half Scotch and pottage like roung my middle
ageing like Bewley in the baste so that I indicate out to myself and I
swear my gots how that Im not meself at al!, no jolly fear, when
I realise bimiselves how becomingly I to be going to become.
- O, is that the way with you, you craythur?
In the becom ing was the weared, wontnat! Hood maketh not frere. The voice
is the voice of jokeup, I fear. Are you imitation Roma now or Amor now.
You have all our empathies, eh, Mr Trickpat, if you dont mind, that
is, aside from sings and mush, answering to my straight question?
- God save the monk! I wont mind
this is, answering to your strict crossqueets, whereas it would be as
unethical for me now to answer as it would have been nonsensical for you
then not to have asked. Same no can, home no will, gangin I am. Gangang
is Mine and I will return. Out of my name you call me, Leelander. But
in my shelter youll miss me. When Lapac walks backwords hes
darkest horse in Capalisoot. You knew me once but you wont know
me twice. I am simpliciter arduus, ars of the schoo, Freedays child
in loving and thieving.
- My child, know this! Some portion of
that answer appears to have been token by you from the writings of Saint
Synodius, that first liar. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey
the queen, whither the indwellingness of that which shamefieth be entwined
of one or atoned of two. Let us hear, Art simplicissime!
- Dearly beloved brethren: Bruno and Nola,
leymon bogholders and stationary lifepartners off orangey Saint Nessau
Street, were explaining it avicendas all round each other ere yesterweek
out of Ibn Sen and Ipanzussch. When himupon Nola Bruno mono polises his
egobruno most unwillingly seses by the mortal powers alionola equal and
opposite brunoipso, id est, eternally provoking alio opposite equally
as provoked as Bruno at being eternally opposed by Nola. Poor omniboose,
singalow singelearum: so is he!
- One might hear in their beyond that lionroar
in the air again, the zoohoohoom of Felin make Call. Bruin goes to Noble,
aver who is? If is itsen? Or you mean Nolans but Volans, an alibi, do
you Mutemalice, suffering unegoistically from the singular but positively
enjoying on the plural? Dustify of that sole, you breather! Ruemember,
blither, thou must lie!
- Oyessoyess! I never dramped of prebeing
a postman but I mean in ostralian someplace, mults deeply belubdead; my
allaboy brother, Negoist Cabler, of this city, whom tis better neer
to name, my said brother, the skipgod, expulled for looking at churches
from behind, who is sender of the Hullo Eve Cenograph in prose and worse
every Allsos night. High Brazil Brandans Deferred, midden
Erse clare language, Nought noughtnought nein. Assass. Dublire, per Neuropaths.
Punk. Starving today plays punk opening tomorrow two plays punk wire splosh
how two plays punk Cabler. Have you forgotten poor Alby Sobrinos, Geoff,
you blighter, identifiable by the necessary white patch on his rear? How
he went to his swilters land after his lungs, my sad late brother, before
his coglionial expancian? Wont you join me in a small halemerry,
a bottle of the best, for wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen, what though
pre ferring the stranger, the coughs and the itches and the minnies and
the ratties the opulose and bilgenses, for of his was the patriots mistaken.
The heart that wast our Graw McGree!
Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding
him dead, and more there be that wait astand. His fuchs up the staires
and the ladgers in his haires, he ought to win that V.V.C. Fullgrapce
for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! Would he were even among the
lost! From ours bereft beyond be longs. Oremus poor fraternibus that he
may yet escape the gallews and still remain ours faithfully departed.
I wronged you. I never want to see more of bad men but I want to learn
from any on the airse, like Tass with much thanks, heres ditto,
if he lives sameplace in the antipathies of austrasia or anywhere with
my fawngest on his hooshmoney, safe and damned, or has hopped it or who
can throw any lime on the sopjack, my fond fosther, E. Obiit Nolan, The
Workings, N.S.W., his condition off the Venerable Jerrybuilt, not belonging
to these parts, who, I remember ham to me, when we were like bro and sis
over our castor and porridge, with his roamin I suppose, expecting for
his clarenx negus, a teetotum abstainer. He feels he ought to be as asamed
of me as me to be ashunned of him. We were in one class of age like to
two clots of egg. I am most beholding to him, my namesick, as we sayed
it in our Am harican, through the Doubly Telewisher. Outpassed hearts
wag short pertimes. Worndown shoes upon his feet, to whose re dress no
tongue can tell! In his hands a boot! Spare me, do, a copper or two and
happy Ill hope youll be! It will pleased me behind with thanks
from before and love to self and all I remain here your truly friend.
I am no scholar but I loved that man who has africot lupps with the moonshane
in his profile, my shemblable! My freer! I call you my halfbrother because
you in your soberer otiumic moments remind me deeply of my natural saywhen
brothel in feed, hop and jollity, S. H. Devitt, that benighted irismaimed,
who is tearly belaboured by Sydney and Alibany.
- As you sing it its a study. That
letter selfpenned to ones other, that neverperfect everplanned?
- This nonday diary, this allnights newseryreel.
- My dear sir! In this wireless age any
owl rooster can peck up bostoons. But whoewaxed he so anquished? Was he
vector victored of victim vexed?
- Mighty sure! Way way for his wehicul!
A parambolator ram into his bagsmall when he was reading alawd, with two
eco lites and hes been failing of that kink in his arts over sense.
- Madonagh and Chiel, idealist leading
a double life! But who, for the brilliance of brothers, is the Nolan as
- Mr Nolan is pronuminally Mr Gottgab.
- I get it. By hearing his thing about
a person one begins to place him for a certain in true. You reeker, he
stands pat for you before a direct object in the feminine. I see. By maiden
sname. Now, I am earnestly asking you, and putting it as between this
yohou and that houmonymh, will just you search through your gabgut memoirs
for all of two minutes for this impersonating pronolan, fairhead on foulshoulders.
Would it be in twofold truth an untaken mispatriate, too fullfully true
and rereally a doblinganger much about your own medium with a sandy whiskers?
Poke me nabs in the ribs and pick the erstwort out of his mouth.
- Treble Stauter of Holy Baggot Street,
formerly Sword meat, who I surpassed him lately for four and six bringing
home the Christmas, as heavy as music, hand to eyes on the peer for Noels
Arch, in blessed fosters place is doing the dirty on me with his
tantrums and all these godforgiven kilowatts Id be better off without.
Shes write to him shes levt by me, Jenny Rediviva! Toot! Detter
for you, Mr Nobru. Toot toot! Better for you, Mr Anol! This is the way
we. Of a redtettetterday morning.
- When your contraman from Tuwarceathay
is looking for righting that is not a good sign? Not?
- I speak truly, its a shower sign
that its not.
- What though it be for the sow of his
heart? If even she were a good pool Pegeen?
- If she ate your windowsill you wouldnt
- Would you be surprised after that my
asking have you a bull, a bosbully, with a whistle in his tail to scare
- I would.
- Were you with Sindy and Sandy attending
Goliath, a bull?
- Youd make me sag what you like
to. I was intending a funeral. Simply and samply.
- They are too wise of solbing their silbings?
- And both croon to the same theme.
- Tugbag is Bagguts, when a crispin
sokolist besoops juts kamps or clapperclaws an irvingite offthedocks.
A luckchange, I see. Thinking young through the muddleage spread, the
moral fat his mental leans on. We can cop that with our straat that is
called corkscrewed. It would be the finest boulevard billy for a mile
in every direction, from Lismore to Cape Brendan, Patricks, if they
took the bint out of the mittle of it. You told of a tryst too, two a
tutu. I wonder now, without releasing seeklets of the alcove, turturs
or raabraabs, have I heard mention of whose name anywhere? Mallowlane
or Demaasch? Strike us up either end Have You Erred off Van Homper or
Ebell Teresa Kane.
- Marak! Marak! Marak! He drapped has draraks
an Mansianhase parak. And he had ta barraw tha watarcrass shartclaths
aff the ark bashap af Yarak.!
- Braudribnobs on the bummel?
- And lillypets on the lea.
- A being again in becomings again. From
the sallies to the allies through their central power?
- Pirce! Perce! Quick! Queck!
- O Taras thrush, the sharepusher!
And he said he was only taking the average grass temperature for green
Thurdsday, the blutchy scaliger! Who you know the musselman, his muscle
mum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo Mum! He loves a drary lane. Feel
Phylliscitations to daff Mr Hairwigger who has just hadded twinned little
curls! He was resting between horrockses sheets, wailing for white
warfare, prooboor welsht breton, and unbiassed by the embarrassment of
disposal but, the first woking day,by Thunder, he stepped into the breach
ant put on his recriution trousers and riding apron in Baltic Bygrad,
the old soggy, was when the bold bhuoys of Iran wouldnt join up.
- How voice you that, nice Sandy man? Not
large goodman is he, Sandy nice. Ask him this one minute upthrow inner
lotus of his burly ear womit he dropped his Basss to P flat. And
for that he was allaughed? And then baited? The whole gammat?
- Loonacied! Marterdyed!! Madwakemiherculossed!!!
Ju dascessed!!!! Pairaskivvymen-assed!!!!! Luredogged!!!!!! And, needatellye,
- Dias domnas! Dolled to dolthood? And
Annie Delittle, his daintree diva, in deltic dwilights, singing him henpecked
rusish through the bars? My Wolossays wild as the Crasnian Sea!
Grabashag, groogy, scoop and Ill cure ye! Mother of emeralds, ara
- Capilla, Rubrilla and Melcamomilla! Dauby,
dauby, with out dulay! Well, I beg to traverse same above statement by
saxy luters in their back haul of Coalcutter what reflects upon my administrants
of slow poisoning as my dodear devere revered mainhirr was confined to
guardroom, I hindustand, by my pint of his Filthered pilsens bottle due
to Zenaphiah Holwell, H and J. C. S, Which I was bringing up my quee parapotacarrys
orders in my sedown chair with my mudfacepacket from my cash chemist and
family drugger, Surager Dowling, V.S. to our aural surgeon, Afamado Hairductor
Achmed Borumborad, M.A.C.A, Sahib, of a 1001 Ombrilla Street, Syringa
padham, Alleypulley, to see what was my watergood, my mesical wasserguss,
for repairs done by bollworm in the rere of pilch knickers, seven yerds
to his galandhar pole on perch, together with his for me unfillable slopper,
property of my deeply forfear revebereared, who is costing us mostfortunes
which I am writing in mepetition to Kavanagh Djanaral, when he was sitting
him humpbacked in dryfilthy heat to his trinidads pinslers at their orpentings,
entailing a laxative tendency to mary, especially with him being forbidden
fruit and certified by his sexular clergy to have as badazmy emotional
volvular, with a basketful of priesters crossing the singorgeous to aroint
him with tummy moors maladies, and thereinafter liable to succumb
when served with letters potent below the belch, if my rupee repure riputed
husbandship H.R.R. took a brief one in his shirtsails out of the alleged
given mineral, telling me see his in Foraignghistan sambat papers Sunday
feac tures of a welcomed aperrytiff with vallad of Erill Pearcey O he
never battered one eagles before paying me his duty on my annaversary
to the parroteyes list in my nil ensemble, in his lazy chair but he hidded
up my hemifaces in all my mayarannies and he locked plum into my mirrymouth
like Ysamasy morning in the end of time, with the so lights hope
on his ruddycheeks and rawjaws and, my charmer, whom I dipped my hand
in, he simply showed me his propendiculous loadpoker, Seaserpents hisses
sissastones, which was as then is produced in his mansway by this wisest
of the Vikramadityationists, with the remere remind remure remark, in
his gulughurutty: Yran for parasites with rum for the turkeycockeys so
Lithia, M.D., as this is for Snooker, bort!
- Which was said by whem to whom?
- It wham. But whim I cant whumember.
- Fantasy! funtasy on fantasy, amnaes fintasies!
And there is nihil nuder under the clothing moon. When Ota, weewahrwificle
of Torquells, bumpsed her dumpsydiddle down in her woolsark she mode our
heuteyleutey girlery of peerlesses to set up in all their bombossities
of feudal fiertey, fanned, flounced and frangi panned, while the massstab
whereby Ephialtes has exceeded is the measure, simplex mendaciis, by which
our Outis cuts his thruth. Arkaway now!
- Yerds and nudes say ayes and noes! Vide!
- Let Eivin bemember for Gates of Gold
for their fadeless suns berayed her. Irise, Osirises! Be thy mouth given
unto thee! For why do you lack a link of luck to poise a pont of perfect,
peace? On the vignetto is a ragingoos. The overseer of the house of the
oversire of the seas, Nu-Men, triumphant, sayeth: Fly as the hawk, cry
as the corncrake, Ani Latch of the postern is thy name; shout!
- My heart, my mother! My heart, my coming
forth of darkness! They know not my heart, O coolun dearast! Mon gloomerie!
Mon glamourie! What a surpraise, dear Mr Preacher, I to hear from your
strawnummical modesty! Yes, there was that skew arch of chrome sweet home,
floodlit up above the flabberghosted farmament and bump where the camel
got the needle. Talk about iridecencies! Ruby and beryl and chrysolite,
jade, sapphire, jasper and lazul.
- Orca Bellona! Heavencry at earthcall,
etnat athos? Extinct your vulcanology for the lava of Moltens!
- Its you not mes in erupting,
- Ophiuchus being visible above thorizon,
muliercula oc cluded by Satarns serpent ring system,the pisciolinnies
Nova Ardonis and Prisca Parthenopea, are a bonnies feature in the northern
sky. Ers, Mores and Merkery are surgents below the rim of the Zenith Part
while Arctura, Anatolia, Hesper and Mesembria weep in their mansions over
Noth, Haste, Soot and Waste.
- Apep and Uachet! Holy snakes, chase me
charley, Evas got barley under her fluencies! The Ural Mount hes
on the move and hell quivvy her with his strombolo! Waddlewurst,
the bag of tow, as broad above as he is below! Creeping through the liongrass
and bullsrusshius, the obesendean, before the Emfang de Mauryas
class, in Bill Shassers Shotshrift writing academy, camouflaged
as a blancmange and maple syrop! Obei sance so their sitinins is the follicity
of this Orp! Her sheik to Slave, his dick to Dave and the fat of the land
to Guygas. The treadmill pebbledropper haha halfahead overground and shed
only chitschats in her spanking bee bonetry, Allapolloosa! Up the slanger!
Three cheers and a heva heva for the name Dan Magraw!
- The giant sun is in his emanence but
which is chief of those white dwarfees of which he ever is surabanded?
And do you think T might have being his seventh! He will kitssle me on
melbaw. What about his age? says you. What about it? says I. I will confess
to his sins and blush me further. I would misdemean to rebuke to the libels
of snots from the fleshambles,the canalles. Synamite is too good for them.
Two overthirties in shore shor ties. Shes askapot at Nile Lodge
and shes citchincarry at the left Mrs Hamazums. Will you warn
your old habasund, barking at baggermen, his chokefull chewing his chain?
Responsif you plais. The said Sully, a barracker associated with tinkers,
the blackhand, Shovellyvans, wreuter of annoyimgmost letters and skirriless
ballets in Parsee Franch who is Magraths thug and smells cheaply
of Powers spirits, like a deepsea dibbler, and he is not fit enough
to throw guts down to a bear. Sylphling me when is a maid nought a maid
he would go to anyposs length for her! So long, Sulleyman! If they cut
his nose on the stitcher they had their sive n good reasons. Heres
to the leglift of my snuff and trout stockangt henkerchoff, orange fin
with a mosaic of dispensations and a froren black patata, from my church
milli ner. When Lynch Brother, Withworkers, Friends and Company with T.
C. King and the Warden of Galway is prepared to stretch him sacred by
the powers to the starlight, L.B.W. Hemp, hemp, hurray! says the captain
in the moonlight. I could put him under my pallyass and slepp on him all
nights as I would roll myself for holy poly over his borrowing places.
How we will make laugh over him together, me and my Riley in the Vickars
bed! Quink! says I. He cawls to me Granny-stream-Auborne when I am hiding
under my hair from him and I cool him my Finnyking hes so joyant
a bounder. Plunk! said he. Inasmuch as I am delightful to be able to state,
with the joy of lifing in my forty winkers, that a handsome sovereign
was freely pledged in their pennis in the sluts maschine, alonging wath
a cherry wickerkishabrack of maryfruit under Shadow La Rose, to both the
legintimate lady performers of display unquestionable, Elsebett and Marryetta
Gunning, H 2 O, by that noblesse of leechers at his Saxontannery with
motto in Wwalshes ffrenchllatin: ONeill saw Queen Mollys
pants: and much admired engraving, meaning complet manly parts during
alleged recent act of our chief mergey margey magistrades, five itches
above the kneecap, as required by statues. V.I.C.5.6. If you wont
release me stop to please me up the leg of me. Now you see! Respect. S.V.P.
Your wife. Amn. Anm. Amm. Ann.
- You wish to take us, Frui Mria, by degrees,
as artis litterarum que patrona but I am afraid, my poor woman of that
same name, what with your silvanes and your salvines, you are misled.
- Alas for livings pledjures!
- Lordy Daw and Lady Don! Uncle Foozle
and Aunty Jack! Sure, that old humbugger was boycotted and girlcutted
in debt and doom, on hill and haven, even by the show-the-flag flotilla,
as Im given now to understand, illscribed in all the gratuitouses
and conspued in the takeyourhandaways. Bumbty, tumbty, Sot on a Wall,
Mute art for the Million. There wasnt an Archimandrite of Danes
Island and the townlands nor a minx from the Isle of Woman nor a one of
the four cantins nor any on the whole wheel of his ecunemical conciliabulum
nor nogent ingen meid on allad the hold scurface of the jorth would come
next or nigh him, Mr Eelwhipper, seed and nursery man, or his allgas bumgalowre,
Auxilium Meum Solo A Domino (Amsad), for rime or ration, from piles or
faces, after that.
- All ears did wag, old Eire wake as Piers
Aurell was flapper gangsted.
- I have it here to my fingalls ends.
This liggy piggy wanted to go to the jampot. And this leggy peggy spelt
pea. And theese lucky puckers played at pooping tooletom. Mas da.
Das ma. Madas. Sadam.
- Pater patruum cum filiabus familiarum.
Or, but, now, and, ariring out of her mirgery margery watersheads and,
to change that subjunct from the traumaturgid for once in a while and
dart ing back to stuff,if so be you may identify yourself with the him
in you, that fluctuous neck merchamtur, bloodfadder and milk mudder, since
then our too many of her, Abha na Life, and getting on to dadaddy again,
as them were neer free of, was he in tea eer he went
on the bier or didnt he ontime do something seemly heavy in sugar?
He sent out Christy Columb and he came back with a jailbirds unbespokables
in his beak and then he sent out Le Caron Crow and the peacies are still
looking for him. The seeker from the swayed, the beesabouties from the
parent swarm. Speak to the right! Rotacist ca canny! He caun neer
be bothered but maun eer be waked. If there is a future in every
past that is present Quis est qui non novit quinnigan and Qui quae quot
at Quinnigans Quake! Stump! His producers are they not his con sumers?
Your exagmination round his factification for incam ination of a warping
- Arra irrara hirrara man, werent
they arriving in clansdes tinies for the Imbandiment of Ad Regias Agni
Dapes, fogabawlers and panhibernskers, after the crack and the lean years,
scalpjaggers and houthhunters, like the messicals of the great god, a
scarlet trainful, the Twoedged Petrard, totalling, leggats and prelaps,
in their aggregate ages two and thirty plus undecimmed centries of them
with insiders, extraomnes and tuttifrutties allcunct, from Rathgar, Rathanga,
Rountown and Rush, from America Avenue and Asia Place and the Affrian
Way and Europa Parade and be sogar the wallies of Noo Soch Wilds and from
Vico, Mespil Rock and Sorrento, for the lure of his weal and the fear
of his oppidumic, to his salon de espera in the keel of his kraal, like
lodes of ores flocking fast to Mount Maximagnetic, afeerd he was a gunner
but affaird to stay away, Merrionites, Dumstdumb drummers, Luccanicans,
Ashtoumers, Batterysby Parkes and Krumlin Boyards, Phillipsburgs, Cabraists
and Finglossies, Ballymunites, Raheniacs and the bettlers of Clontarf,
for to con template in manifest and pay their firstrate duties before
the both of him, twelve stone a side, with their Thieve le Rou!
and their Shvr yr Thrst! and their Uisgye ad Inferos! and their Usque
ad Ebbraios! at and in the licensed boosiness primises of his del hightful
bazar and reunited magazine hall, by the magazine wall, Hostys and
Co, Exports, for his five hundredth and sixtysixth borthday, the grand
old Magennis Mor, Persee and Rahli, taker of the tributes, their Rinseky
Poppakork and Piowtor the Grape, holding Dunkers durbar, boot kings
and indiarubber umpires and shawhs from paisley and muftis in muslim and
sultana reiseines and jordan almonders and a row of jam sahibs and a odd
principeza in her pettedcoat and the queen of knights clubs and
the claddagh ringleaders and the two salaames and the Halfa Ham and the
Hanzas Khan with two fat Maharashers and the German selver geyser and
he polished up, protemptible, tintanam bulating to himsilf so silfrich,
and there was J. B. Dunlop, the best tyrent of ourish times, and a swanks
of French wine stuarts and Tudor keepsakes and the Cesarevitch for the
current coun ter Leodegarius Sant Legerleger riding lapsaddlelonglegs
up the oakses staircase on muleback like Amaxodias Isteroprotos, hind
quarters to the fore and kick to the lift, and he handygrabbed on to his
trulley natural anthem: Horsibus, keep your tailyup, and as much as the
halle of the vacant fhroneroom, Oldloafs Buttery, could safely accomodate
of the houses of Orange and Betters M.P, permeated by Druids D.P, Brehons
B.P, and Flawhoolags F.P, and Agiapommenites A.P, and Antepum melites
P.P, and Ulster Kong and Munsters Herald with Athclee Ensigning
and Athlone Poursuivant and his Imperial Catchering, his fain awan, and
his gemmynosed sanctsons in epheud and ordilawn and his diamondskulled
granddaucher, Adamantaya Liubokovskva, all murdering Irish, amok and amak,
out of their boom companions in paunchjab and dogril and pammel and gougerotty,
after plenty of his fresh stout and his good balls of malt, not to forget
his oels amona nor his beers oryely, sopped down by his panis
annagolorum, (at Kennedys kiln she kned her dough, back of her bake
for me, buns!) social izing and communicanting in the deification of his
members, for to nobble or salvage their herobit of him, the poohpooher
old bolssloose, with his arthurious clayroses, Dodderick Ogonoch Wrack,
busted to the wurld at large, on the table round, with the floodlight
switched back, as true as the Vernons have Brians sword, and a dozen
and one by one tilly tallows round in ring campf, circumassembled by his
daughters in the foregiftness of his sons, lying high as he lay in all
dimensions, in court dress and ludmers chain, with a hogo, fluorescent
of his swathings, round him, like the cummulium of scents in an italian
warehouse, ericas clustered on his hayir, the spectrem of his prisent
mocking the candiedights of his dadtid, bagpuddingpodded to the deafspot,
bewept of his chilidrin and serafim, poors and personalities, ven turous,
drones and dominators, ancients and auldancients, with his buttend up,
expositoed for sale after referees inspection, bulgy and blowrious,
bunged to ignorious, healed cured and embalsemate, pending a rouseruction
of his bogey, most highly astounded, as it turned up, after his life overlasting,
at thus being reduced to nothing.
- Bappy-go-gully and gaff for us all! And
all his morties calisenic, tripping a trepas, neniatwantyng: Mulo Mulelo!
Homo Humilo! Dauncy a deady O! Dood dood dood! O Bawse! O Boese! O Muerther!
O Mord! Mahmato! Moutmaro! O Smir tsch! O Smertz! Woh Hillill! Woe Hallall!
Thou Thuoni I Thou Thaunaton! Umartir! Udamnor! Tschitt! Mergue! Eulumu!
Huam Khuam! Malawinga! Malawunga! Ser Oh Ser! See ah See! Hamovs! Hemoves!
Mamor! Rockquiem eternuel give donal aye in dolmeny! Bat lucks perpepperpot
loosen his eyis! (Psich!).
- But theres leps of flam in Funnycoons
Wick. The keyn has passed. Lung lift the keying!
- God save you king! Muster of the Hidden
- God serf yous kingly, adipose rex! I
had four in the morn ing and a couple of the lunch and three later on,
but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. Finnk. Fime. Fudd?
- Impassable tissue of improbable liyers!
Dyu mean to sett there where yare now, coddlin your supernumerary
leg, wi that bizar tongue in yur tolkshap, and your hindies and
shindies, like a muck in a market, Sorley boy, repeating yurself, and
tell me that?
- I mean to sit here on this altknoll where
you are now, Surly guy, replete in myself, as long as I live, in my homespins,
like a sleepingtop, with all thats buried ofsins insince insensed
insidesofme. If I cant upset this pound of pressed ollaves I can
sit up zounds of sounds upon him.
- Oliver! He may be an earthpresence. Was
that a groan or did I hear the Dingle bagpipes Wasting war and? Watch!
- Tris tris a ni ma mea.! Prisoner of Love!
Bleating Hart! Lowlaid Herd! Aubain Hand! Wonted Foot! Usque! Usque! Usque!
Lignum in . . .
- Rawth of Gar and Donnerbruck Fire? Is
the strays world moving mound or what static babel is this, tell us?
- Whoishe whoishe whoishe whoishe linking
in? Whoishe whoishe whoishe?
- The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the
groun. The dead giant manalive! Theyre playing thimbles and bodkins.
Clan of the Gael! Hop! Whus within?
- Dovegall and finshark, they are ring
to the rescune!
- Zinzin. Zinzin.
- Crum abu! Cromwell to victory!
- Well gore them and gash them and
gun them and gloat on them.
- O, widows and orphans, its the
yeomen! Redshanks for ever! Up Lancs!
- The cry of the roedeer it is! The white
hind. Their slots, linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and peace!
- Christ in our irish times! Christ on
the airs independence! Christ hold the freedmans chareman! Christ
light the dully expressed!
- Slog slagt and sluaghter! Rape the daughter!
Choke the pope!
- Aure! Cloudy father! Unsure! Nongood!
- Sold! I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther!
My sidster! Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold!
- Pipette dear! Us! Us! Me! Me!
- Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March!
- Me! Im true. True! Isolde. Pipette.
- Brinabride, bet my price! Brinabride!
- My price, my precious?
- Brinabride, my price! When you sell get
- Pipette! Pipette, my priceless one!
- O! Mother of my tears! Believe for me!
Fold thy son!
- Zinzin. Zinzin.
- Now were gettin it. Tune in and
pick up the forain counties! Hello!
- Hello! Tittit! Tell your title?
- Hellohello! Ballymacarett! Am I thru
Iss? Miss? True?
- Tit! What is the ti .... ? SILENCE. Act
drop. Stand by! Blinders! Curtain up. Juice, please! Foots!
- Hello! Are you Cigar shank and Wheat?
- I gotye. Gobble Anns Carrot Cans.
- Parfey. Now, after that justajiff siesta,
just permit me a moment. Challengers Deep is childsplay to this
but, by our soundings in the swish channels, land is due. A truce to demobbed
swarwords. Clear the line, priority call! Sybil! Better that or this?
Sybil Head this end! Better that way? Follow the baby spot. Yes. Very
good now. We are again in the magnetic field. Do you remember on a particular
lukesummer night, following a crying fair day? Moisten your lips for a
lightning strike and begin again. Mind the flickers and dimmers! Better?
- Well. The isles is Thymes. The ales is
Penzance. Vehement Genral. Delhi expulsed.
- Still calling of somewhave from its specific?
Not more? Lesscontinuous. There were fires on every bald hill in holy
Ireland that night. Better so?
- You may say they were, son of a cove!
- Were they bonfires? That clear?
- No other name would at all befit them
unless that. Bona fieries! With their blue beards streaming to the heavens.
- Was it a high white night now?
- Whitest night mortal ever saw.
- Was our lord of the heights nigh our
lady of the valley?
- He was hosting himself up and flosting
himself around and ghosting himself to merry her murmur like an andeanupper
- Lewds carol! Was there rain by
any chance, mistandew?
- Plenty. If you wend farranoch.
- There fell some fall of littlewinter
snow, holy-as-ivory, I gather, jesse?
- By snaachtha clocka. The nicest at all.
In hilly-and-even zimalayars.
- Did it not blow some gales, westnass
or ostscent, rather strongly to less, allin humours out of turn, jusse
as they rose and sprungen?
- Out of all jokes it did. Pipep! Icecold.
Brr na brr, ny prr! Lieto galumphantes!
-Stll cllng! Nmr! Peace, Pacific! Do you
happen to recollect whether Muna, that highlucky-nackt, was shining at
- Sure she was, my midday darling! And
not one but a pair of pritty geallachers.
- Quando? Quonda? Go datey!
- Latearly! Latearly! Latearly! Latearly!
- That was latterlig certainly. And was
there frostwork about and thick weather and hice, soon calid, soon frozen,
cold on warm but moistly dry, and a boatshaped blanket of bruma air sighs
and hellstohns and flammballs and vodashouts and every thing to please
- Hail many fell of greats! Horey morey
smother of fog! There was, so plays your ahrtides. Absolutely boiled.
Obsoletely cowled. Julie and Lulie at their parkiest.
- The amenities, the amenities of the amenities
with all their amenities. And the firmness of the formous of the famous
of the fumous of the first fog in Maidanvale?
- Catchecatche and couchamed!
- From Miss Somers nice dream back
to Winthrops delugium stramens. One expects that kind of rimey feeling
in the sire season?
- One certainly does. Desire, for hire,
would tire a shire, phone, phunkel, or wire. And mares.
- Of whitecaps any?
- Foamflakes flockfuyant from Foxrock to
- A lambskip for the marines! Paronama!
The entire horizon cloth! All effects in their joints caused ways. Raindrum,
windmachine, snowbox. But thundersheet?
- No here. Under the blunkets.
- This common or garden is now in stilller
realithy the starey sphere of an oleotorium for broken pottery and ancient
- Simply awful the dirt. An evernasty ashtray.
- I see. Now do you know the wellknown
kikkinmidden where the illassorted first couple first met with each other?
The place where Ealdermann Fanagan? The time when Junkermenn Funagin?
- Deed then I do, W.K.
- In Fingal too they met at Littlepeace
aneath the bidetree, Yellowhouse of Snugsborough, Westreeve-Astagob and
Sluts end with Stockins of Winnings Folly Merryfalls, all of a two,
skidoo and skephumble?
- Godamedy, youre a delville of a
- Is it a place fairly exspoused to the
four last winds?
- Well, I faithly sincerely believe so
indeed if all what I hope to charity is half true.
- This stow on the wolds, is it Woful Dane
- It is woful in need whatever about anything
or allselse under the grianblachk sun of gan greyne Eireann.
- A tricolour ribbon that spells a caution.
The old flag, the cold flag. The flagstone. By tombs, deep and heavy.
To the unaveiling memory of. Peacer the grave.
- And what sigeth Woodin Warneung thereof?
- Trickspissers vill be pairsecluded.
- There used to be a tree stuck up? An
- There used, sure enough. Beside the Annar.
At the ford of Slivenamond. Oakley Ashes elm. With a snoodrift from
one beerchen bough. And the grawndest crowndest consecrated may pole in
all the reignladen history of Wilds. Brownes Thesaurus Plantarum
from Nolans, The Prittlewell Press, has nothing alike it. For we
are fed of its forest, clad in its wood, burqued by its bark and our lecture
is its leave. The cran, the cran, the king of all crans . Squiremade and
damesman of plantagenets, high and holy.
- Now, no hiding your wren under a bushle!
What was it doing there, for instance?
- Standing foreninst us.
- In Summerian sunshine?
- And in Cimmerian shudders.
- You saw it visibly from your hidingplace?
- No. From my invisibly lyingplace.
- And you then took down in stereo what
took place being tunc committed?
- I then tuk my takenplace lying down,
I thunk I told you. Solve it!
- Remounting aliftle towards the ouragan
of spaces. Just how grand in cardinal rounders is this preeminent giant,
sir Arber? Your bards highview, avis on valley! I would like to
hear you burble to us in strict conclave, purpurando, and without too
much italiote interfairance, what you know ? in petto about our sovereign
beingstalk, Tonans Tomazeus. O dite!
- Corcor Andy, Udi, Udite! Your Ominence,
Your Immi nence and delicted fraternitrees! Theres tuodore queensmaids
and Idahore shopgirls and they woody babies growing upon her and bird
flamingans sweenyswinging fuglewards on the tipmast and Orania epples
playing hopptociel bommptaterre and Ty burn fenians snoring in his quickenbole
and crossbones strewing its holy floor and culprines of Erasmus Smiths
burstall boys with their underhand leadpencils climbing to her crotch
for the origin of spices and charlotte darlings with silk blue askmes
chattering in dissent to them, gibbonses and gobbenses, guelfing and ghiberring
proferring praydews to their anatolies and blight ing findblasts on their
catastripes and the killmaimthem pen sioners chucking overthrown milestones
up to her to fall her cranberries and her pommes annettes for their unnatural
refection and handpainted hoydens plucking husbands of him and cock robins
muchmore hatching most out of his missado eggdrazzles for him, the sun
and moon pegging honeysuckle and white heather down and timtits tapping
resin there and tomahawks watching tar elsewhere, creatures of the wold
approaching him, hollow mid ivy, for to claw and rub, hermits of the desert
barking their infernal shins over her triliteral roots and his acorns
and pinecorns shooting wide all sides out of him, plantitude outsends
of plenty to thousands, after the truants of the utmost fear and her downslyder
in that snakedst-tu naughsy whimmering womant seeleib such a fashionaping
sathinous dress out of that exquisitive creation and her leaves, my darling
dearest, sinsin sinning since the night of time and each and all of their
branches meeting and shaking twisty hands all over again in their new
world through the germination of its gemination from Onds outset
till Odds end. And encircle him circuly. Evovae!
- Is it so exaltated, eximious, extraoldandairy
and excels siorising?
- Amengst menlike trees walking or trees
like angels weep ing nobirdy aviar soar anywing to eagle it! But rocked
of agues, cliffed for aye!
- Telleth that eke the treeth?
- Mushe, mushe of a mixness.
- A shrub of libertine, indeed! But that
steyne of law indead what stiles its neming?
- Tod, tod, too hard parted!
- Ive got that now, Dr Melamanessy.
Finight mens mid infinite true. The form masculine. The gender feminine.
I see. Now, are you derevatov of it yourself in any way? The true tree
I mean? Lets hear what science has to say, pundit-the next-best-king.
- It reminds of the weeping of the daughters?
- And remounts to the sense arrest.
- The wittold, the frausch and the dibble!
How this loose affair brimsts of fussforus! And was this treemanangel
on his soredbohmend because Knockout, the knickknaver, knacked him in
- Well, he was ever himself for the presention
of crudities to animals for he had put his own nickelname on every toad,
duck and herring before the climber clomb aloft, doing the midhill of
the park, flattering his bitter hoolft with her conconundrums. He would
let us have the three barrels. Such was a bitte too thikke for the Muster
of the hoose so as he called down on the Grand Precurser who coiled him
a crawler of the dupest dye and thundered at him to flatch down off that
erection and be aslimed of himself for the bellance of hissch leif.
- Oh Finlays coldpalled!
- Ahdays begatem!
- Were you there, eh Hehr? Were you there
when they lagged um through the coombe?
- Wo wo! Who who! Psalmtimes it grauws
on me to ramble, ramble, ramble.
- Woe! Woe! So that was kow he became the
foerst of our treefellers?
- Yesche and, in the absence of any soberiquiet,
the fanest of our truefalluses. Bapsbaps Bomslinger!
- How near do you feel to this capocapo
- There do be days of dry coldness between
us when he does be like a lidging house far far astray and there do be
nights of wet windwhistling when he does be making me onions woup all
kinds of ways.
- Now you are mehrer the murk, Lansdowne
Road. Shes threwed her pippins thereabouts and theyve
cropped up tooth oneydge with hates to leaven this socried isle. Now,
thornyborn, follow the spotlight,please!Concerning a boy. Are you acquainted
with a pagany, vicariously known as Toucher Thom who is. I
suggest Finoglam as his habitat. Consider yourself on the stand now and
watch your words, take my advice. Let your motto be: Inter nubila numbum.
- Never you mind about my mother or her
hopitout. I con sider if I did, I would feel frightfully ashamed of admired
- He is a man of around fifty, struck on
Anna Lynshas Pekoe with milk and whisky, who does messuages and
has more dirt on him than an old dog has fleas, kicking stones and knocking
now off walls. Have you ever heard of this old boy Thom or Thim of the fishy stare who belongs to Kimmage, a crofting
dis trict, and is not all there, and is all the more himself since he
is not so, being most of his time down at the Green Man where he steals,pawns,belches
and is a curse, drinking gaily two hours after closing time, with the
coat on him skinside out against rappari tions, with his socks outsewed
his springsides, clapping his hands in a feeble sort of way and systematically
mixing with the public going for groceries, slapping greats and littlegets
soundly with his cattegut belts, flapping baresides and waltzywembling
about in his accountrements always in font of the tubbernuckles, like
a longarmed lugh, when he would be finished with his tea?
- Is it that fellow? As mad as the brambles
he is. Touch him. With the lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the
swatme notting on the basque of his beret. He has kissed me more than
once, I am sorry to say and if I did commit gladrolleries may the loone
forgive it! O wait till I tell you!
- We are not going yet.
- And look here! Heres, my dear,
what he done, as snooks as I am saying so!
- Get out, you dirt! A strangely striking
part of speech for the hottest worked word of ur sprogue. Youre
not! Unhindered and odd times? Mere thumbshow? Lately?
- How do I know? Such my billet. Buy a
barrack pass. Ask the horneys. Tell the robbers.
- You are alluding to the picking pockets
in Lower OConnell Street?
- I am illuding to the Pekin packet but
I am eluding from Laura Connors treat.
- Now, just wash and brush up your memoirias
a little bit. So I find, referring to the pater of the present man, an
erely de mented brick thrower, I am wondering to myself in my mind, qua
our arc of the covenant, was Toucher, a methodist, whose name, as others
say, is not really Thom, was this salt son of a century from
Boaterstown, Shivering William, the sealiest old for ker ever hawked crannock,
who is always with him at the Big Elm and the Arch after his teeth were
shaken out of their suckets by the wrang dog, for having 5 pints 73 of
none Eryen blood in him abaft the seam level, the scatterling, wearing
his cowbeamer and false clothes of a brewers grains pattern with
back buckons with his motto on, Yule Remember, ostensibly for that occasion
only of the twelfth day Pax and Quantum wedding, Im wondering.
- I bet you are. Well, he was wandering,
you bet, whatever was his matter, in his mind too, give him his due, for
I am sorry to have to tell you, hullo and evoe, they were coming down
from off him.
- How culious an epiphany!
- Hodie casus esobhrakonton?
- It looked very like it.
- Needer knows necess and neither garments.
Man is minded of the Meagher, wat? Wooly? Walty?
- Ay, another good button gone wrong.
- Blondmans blaff! Like a skib leaked
lintel the arbour leidend with . . .?
- Pamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants,
quai aquilties, quickamerries.
- Concaving now convexly to the semidemihemispheres
and, from the female angle, music minnestirring, were the subligate sisters,
P. and Q., Clopatricks cherierapest, mutatis mutandis, in pretty
much the same pickle, the peach of all piedom, the quest of all quicks?
- Peequeen ourselves, the prettiest pickles
of unmatchemable mute antes I ever bopeeped at, seesaw shallshee. since
the town go went gonning on Pranksome Quaine.
- Silks apeel and sulks alusty?
- Boy and giddle, gape and bore.
- I hear these two goddesses are liable
to sue him?
- Well, I hope the two Collinses dont
leg a bail to shoot him.
- Both were white in black arpists at cloever
- Gels bach, I, languised, liszted. Etoudies
for the right hand.
- Were they now? And were they watching
you as watcher as well?
- Where do you get that wash? This representation
does not accord with my experience. They were watching the watched watching.
- Good. Hold that watching brief and keep
this witching longuer. Now, retouching friend Tomsky, the enemy, did you
gather much from what he let drop? We are sitting here for that.
- I was rooshian mad, no lie. About his
- I suspect you must have been.
- You are making your thunderous mistake.
But I was dung sorry for him too.
- O Schaum! Not really? Were you sorry
you were mad with him then?
- When I tell you I was rooshiamarodnimad
with myself altogether, so I was, for being sorry for him.
- Would you blame him at all stages?
- I believe in many an old stager. But
what seemed sooth to a Greek summed nooth to a giantle. Who kills the
cat in Cairo coaxes cocks in Gaul.
- I put it to you that this was solely
in his sunflower state and that his haliodraping het was why maids all
sighed for him, ventured and vied for him. Hm?
- After Putawayo, Kansas, Liburnum and
New Aimstir dames, it wouldnt surprise me in the very least.
- That tare and this mole, your tear and
our smile. Tis life that lies if womans eyes have been our
old undoing. Lid efter lid. Reform in mine size his deformation. Tiffpuff
up my nostril, would you puff the earthworm outer my ear.
- He could claud boose his eyes to the
birth of his garce, he could lump all his lot through the half of her
play, but he jest couldnt laugh through the whole of her farce becorpse
he warnt billed that way. So he outandouts his volimetangere and
has a lightning consultation and he downadowns his pantoloogions and made
a piece of first perpersonal puetry that staystale re mains to be. Cleaned.
- Booms of bombs and heavy rethudders?
- This aim to you!
- The tail, so mastrodantic, as you tell
it nearly takes your own mummouths breath away. Your troppers are
so unrelieved because his troopers were in difficulties. Still let stultitiam
done in veino condone ineptias made of veritues. How many were married
on that top of all strapping mornings, after the midnight turkay drive,
my good watcher?
- Puppaps. Thatd be telling. With
a hoh frohim and heh fraher. But, as regards to Tammy Thornycraft, Idefyne
the lawn mare and the laney moweress and all the prentisses of wildes
to massage him.
- Now from Gunner Shotland to Guinness
Scenography. Come to the ballay at the Tailors Hall. We mean to
be mellay on the Mailers Mall. And leap, rink and make follay till
the Gaelers Gall. Awake! Come, a wake! Every old skin in the leather
world, infect the whole stock company of the old house of the Leaking
Barrel, was thomistically drunk, two by two, lairking o tootlers
with tombours abeggars, the blog and turfs and the brandywine bankrompers,
trou Normend fashion, I have been told down to the bank lean clorks? Some
nasty blunt clubs were being operated after the tradition of a wellesleyan
bottle riot act and a few plates were being shied about and tumblers bearing
traces of fresh porter rolling around, independent of that, for the ehren
of Fyns Insul, and then followed that wapping breakfast at the Heaven
and Covenant, with Rodey Oecholowing how his breadcost on the voters
would be a comeback for eer a one, like the depre dations of Scandalknivery,
in and on usedtowobble sloops off cloasts, eh? Would that be a talltale
too? This was the grandsire Orther. This was his innwhite horse. Sip?
- Well, naturally he was, louties also
genderymen. Being Kerssfesstiydt. They came from all lands beyond the
wave for songs of Inishfeel. Whiskway and mortem! No puseyporcious either,
invitem kappines all round. But the right reverend priest, Mr Hopsinbond,
and the reverent bride eleft, Frizzy Fraufrau, were sober enough. I think
they were sober.
- I think youre widdershins there
about the right reverence. Magraw for the Northwhiggern cupteam was wedding
beastman, papers before us carry. You saw him hurriedly, or did you if
thatsemes not irrelevant? With Slaters hammer perhaps? Or
he was in serge?
- I horridly did. On the stroke of the
dozen. Im sure Im wrong but I heard the irreverend Mr Magraw,
in search of a stammer, kuckkuck kicking the bedding out of the old sexton,
red-Fox Good-man around the sacristy, till they were bullbeadle black
and bufeteer blue, while I and Flood and the other men, jazzlike brollies
and sesuos, was gickling his missus to gackles in the hall, the divileen,
(shes a lamp in her throth) with her cygncygn leckle and her twelve
- A loyal wifish woman cacchinic wheepingcaugh!
While she laylylaw was all their rage. But you did establish personal
contact? In epexegesis or on a point of order?
- That perkumiary pond is beyawnd my pinnigay
pre tonsions. I am resting on a pigs of cheesus but Ive a big suggestion
it was about the pint of porter.
- You are a suckersome! But this all, as
airs said to oska, as only that childbearer might blogas well sidesplit?
Where letties hereditate a dark mien swart hairy?
- Only. Twas womans too woman
with mans throw man.
- Bully burley yet hardly hurley. The saloon
bulkhead, did you say, or the tweendecks?
- Between drinks, I deeply painfully repeat
- Was she wearing shubladeys tiroirs
in humour of her hubbishobbis, Massas star stellar?
- Mrs Tan-Taylour? Just a floating panel,
secretairslid ingdraws, a budge of klees on her schalter, a siderbrass
sehdass on her anulas findring and forty crocelips in her curlingthongues.
- So this was the dope that woolied the
cad that kinked the ruck that noised the rape that tried the sap that
hugged the mort?
- That legged in the hoax that joke bilked.
- The jest of junk the jungular?
- Jacked up in a jock the wrapper.
- Lollgoll! You dont soye so! All
upsydown her whole creation? So there was nothing serical between you?
And Dry salter, father of Izod, how was he now?
- To the pink, man, like an allmanox in
his shirt and stickup, brustall to the bear, the Megalomagellan of our
winevatswater way, squeezing the life out of the liffey.
- Crestofer Carambas! Such is zodisfaction.
You punk me! He came, he kished, he conquered. Vulturuvarnar! The must
of his glancefull coaxing the beam in her eye? That musked bell of this
masked ball! Annabella, Lovabella, Pullabella, yep?
- Yup! Titentung Tollertone in S. Sabinas.
Aye aye, she was lithe and pleasable. Wilt thou the lee? Wilt thou the
hee? Wilt thou the hussif?
- The quicker the deef the safter the sapstaff,
but the main the mightier the stricker the strait. To the vast go the
game! It is the circumconversioning of antelithual paganelles by a hugger
knut cramwell energuman, or the caecodedition of an absque litteris puttagonnianne
to the herreraism of a cabotinesque ex ploser?
- I believe you. Taiptope reelly, O reely!
- Nautaey, nautaey, were nowhere
without ye! In steam of kavos now arbatos above our hearths doth hum.
And Malkos crackles logs of fun while Anglys cheers our ingles. So lent
she him ear to burrow his manhood (or so it appierce) and borrow his namas?
Suilful eyes and sallowfoul hairweed and the sickly sigh from her gingering
mouth like a Dublin bar in the moarning.
- Primus auriforasti me.
- The park is gracer than the hole, says
she, but shekletons my fortune?
- Eversought of being artained? Youve
soft a say with ye, Flatter OFord, that, honey, I hurdley chew you.
- Is that answers?
- It am queery!
- The house was Toot and Come-Inn by the
bridge called Tiltass, but are you solarly salemly sure, beyond the shatter
of the canicular year? Nascitur ordo seculi numfit.
- Siriusly and selenely sure behind the
shutter. Securius indicat umbris tellurem.
- Date as? Your time of immersion? We are
still in drought of. . . ?
- Amnis Dominae, Marcus of Corrig. A laughin
hunter and Purty Sue.
- And crazyheaded Jorn, the bulweh born?
- Fluteful as his orkan. Ex ugola lenonem.
- And Jambs, of Delphins Bourne or
(as olders lay) of Tophat?
- Dawncing the kniejinksky choreopiscopally
like an easter sun round the colander, the vice! Taranta boontoday! You
should pree him prance the polcat, you whould sniff him wops around, you
should hear his piedigrotts schraying as his skimpies skirp a . . .
- Crashedafar Corumbas! A Czardanser indeed!
Dervilish glad too. Ortovito semi ricordo. The pantaglionic affection
through his blood like a bad influenza in a leap at bounding point?
- Out of Prisky Poppagenua, the palsied
old priamite, home from Edwin Hamiltons Christmas pantaloonade,
Oropos Roxy and Pantharhea at the Gaiety, trippudiating round the aria,
with his fiftytwo heirs of age! They may reel at his likes but its
Noeh Bonums shin do.
- And whit what was Lillabil Issabil maideve,
- Trists and thranes and trinies and traines.
- A take back to the virgin page, darm
- Ay, graunt ye.
- The quobus quartet were there too, if
I mistake not, as a sideline but, pace the contempt of senate, well to
the fore, in an amenessy meeting, metandmorefussed to decide whereagainwhen
to meet themselves flopsome and jerksome, lubber and deliric, drinking
unsteadily through the Kerry quadrilles and Listowel lancers and mastersinging
always with that consecutive fifth of theirs, eh? Like four wise elephants
inandouting under a twelve podestalled table?
- They were simple scandalmongers, that
familiar, and all! Normand, Desmond, Osmund and Kenneth. Making mejical
history all over the show!
- In sum, some hum? And other marrage feats?
- All our stakes they were astumbling round
the ranky roars assumbling when Big Arthur flugged the field at Annies
- Suddenly some wellfired clay was cast
out through the schappsteckers of hoys house?
- Schottenly there was a hellfire club
kicked out through the wasistas of Thereswhere.
- Like Heavystosts envil catacalamitumbling.
Three days three times into the Vulcuum?
- Or Noe et Ecclesiastes, nonne?
- Ninny, there is no hay in Eccless
- Yet an I saw a sign of him, if you could
scrape out his acquinntence? Name or redress him and well call it
-.i... .o..l .
- You are sure it was not a shulers
shakeup or a plighters palming or a winkers wake etcaetera
etcaeterorum you were at?
- Mayhap. Hora pro Nubis, Thundersday,
at A Little Bit Of Heaven Howth, the wife of Deimetuus (Damn), Earl
Adam Fitz adam, of a Tartar (Birtha) or Sackville-Lawry and Morland West,
at the Auspice for the Living,Bonnybrook, by the river and A. Briggs Carlisle,
guardian of the birdsmaids and deputil iser for groom. Pontifical mess.
Or (soddenly) Schott, furtivfired by the riots. No flies. Agreest?
- Mayhem. Also loans through the post.
With or without security. Everywhere. Any amount. Mofsovitz, swampstakers,
- Floods. The pinkman, the squeeze,
the pint with the kick. Gaa. And then the punch to Gaelicise it. Fox.
The lady with the lamp. The boy in the barleybag. The old man on his ars.
Great Scrapp! Tis we and you and ye and me and hymns and hurts and
heels and shields. The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place
that erestationed. He was culping for penance while you were ringing his
belle. Did the kickee, goodman rued fox, say anything important? Clam
or cram, spick or spat?
- No more than Richmans periwhelker.
- Nnn ttt wrd?
- Dmn ttt thg.
- A gael galled by scheme of scorn? Nock?
- Sangnifying nothing. Mock!
- Fortitudo eius rhodammum tenuit?
- Five maim! Or something very similar.
- I should like to euphonise that. It sounds
an isochronism. Secret speech Hazelton and obviously disemvowelled. But
it is good laylaw too. We may take those wellmeant kicks for free granted,
though ultra vires, void and, in fact, unnecessarily so. Happily you were
not quite so successful in the process verbal whereby you would sublimate
your blepharospasmockical sup pressions, it seems?
- What was that? First I heard about it.
- Were you or were you not? Ask yourself
the answer, Im not giving you a short question. Now, not to mix
up, cast your eyes around Capel Court. I want you, witness of this epic
struggle, as yours so mine, to reconstruct for us, as briefly as you can,
in exactly the same as a minds eye view, how these funeral games,
which have been poring over us through homers kerryer pid geons,
massacreedoed as the holiname rally round took place.
- Which? Sure I told you that afoul. I
was drunk all lost life.
- Well, tell it to me befair, the whole
plan of campaign, in that bamboozelem mincethrill voice of yours. Lets
have it, christie! The Dublin own, the thrice familiar.
- Ah, sure, I eyewitless foggus. Tis
all around me bebatters bid hat.
- Ah, go on now, Masta Bones, a gig for
a gag, with your impendements and your perroqtriques! Blank memory of
hatless darky in blued suit. You were ever the gentle poet, dove from
Haywarden. Pitcher cup, patcher cap, pratey man? Be nice about it, Bones
Minor! Look chairful! Come, delicacy! GO to the end, thou slackerd! Once
upon a grass and a hopping high grass it was.
- Faith, then, Meesta Cheeryman, first
he come up, a gag as a gig, badgelers rake to the towns major
from the wesz, MacSmashall Swingy of the Cattelaxes, got up regardless,
with a cock on the Kildare side of his Tattersull, in his riddlesneeks
ragamufflers and the horrid contrivance as seen above, whisklyng into
a bone tolerably delicately, the Wearing of the Blue, and taking off his
plushkwadded bugsby in his perusual flea and loisy man ner, saying good
mrowkas to weevilybolly and dragging his feet in the usual course and
was ever so terribly naas, really, telling him clean his nagles and fex
himself up, Miles, and so on and so fort, and to take the coocoomb to
his grizzlies and who done that foxy freak on his bears hairs like
fire bursting out of the Ump pyre and, half hang me, sirr, if he wasnt
wanting his calicub body back before hed to take his life or so
save his life. Then, begor, counting as many as eleven to thritytwo seconds
with his pocket browning, like I said, wann swanns wann, this is my awethorrorty,
he kept forecursing hascupths foul Fanden, Cogan, for coaccoackey
the key of John Dunns field fore it was for sent and the way Montague
was robbed and wolfling to know all what went off and who burned the hay,
perchance wilt thoult say, before hed kill all the kanes and the
price of Patsch Purcells faketotem, which the man, his plantagonist,
up from the bog of the depths who was raging with the thirst of the sacred
sponge and who, as a mashter of pasht, so far as him was con cerned, was
only standing there nonplush to the corner of Turbot Street, perplexing
about a paumpshop and pupparing to spit, wanting to know whelp the henconventions
compuss memphis he wanted with him new nothing about.
- A sarsencruxer, like the Nap O
Farrell Patter Tandy moor and burgess medley? In other words, was that
how in the annusual curse of things, as complement to compliment though,
after a manner of men which I must and will say seems extraordinary, their
celicolar subtler angelic warfare or photoplay finister started?
- Truly. That I may never!
- Did one scum then in the auradrama, the
deff, after some clever play in the mud, mention to the other undesirable,
a dumm, during diverse intentional instants, that upon the resume after
the angerus, how for his deal he was a pigheaded Swede and to wend himself
to a medicis?
- To be sore he did, the huggornut! Only
it was turnip hudded dunce, I beg your pardon, and he would jokes bowlder
blow the betholder with his black masket off the bawling green.
- Sublime was the warning!
- The author, in fact, was mardred.
- Did he, the first spikesman, do anything
to him, the last spokesman, when, after heaving some more smutt and chaff
between them, they rolled togutter into the ditch together? Black Pigs
- No, he had his teeth in the hack of his
- Did Box then try to shine his puss?
- No but Cox did to shin the punman.
- The worsted crying that if never he looked
on Leaverhol mas again and the bester huing that he might ever save
- Trulytruly Asbestos he ever. And sowasso
- That forte carlysle touch breaking the
- Are you of my meaning that would be going
on to about half noon, click oclock, pip emma, Grinwicker time,
by your querqcut quadrant?
- You will be asking me and I wish to higgins
you wouldnt. Would it?
- Let it be twelve thirty after a somersautch
of the tardest!
- And it was eleven thirstytoo befour in
soandsuch, reloy on it!
- Tick up on time. Howday you doom? That
rising day sinks rosing in a night of nine weeks wonder.
- Amties, marcy buckup! The uneven day
of the unleventh month of the unevented year. At mart in mass.
- A triduum before Our Larrys own
day. By which of your chronos, my man of four watches, larboard, starboard,
dog or dath?
- Dunsink, rugby, ballast and ball. You
- Language this allsfare for the loathe
of Marses ambiviolent about it. Will you swear all the same you saw their
shadows a hundred foot later, struggling diabolically over this, that
and the other, their virtues pro and his principality con, near the Ruins,
Drogheda Street, and kicking up the devils own dust for the Milesian
- I will. I did. They were. I swear. Like
the heavenly militia. So wreek me Ghyllygully! With my tongue through
my toecap on the headlong stone of kismet if so tis the will of
Whose B. Dunn.
- Weepin Lorcans! They must have put in
some wonderful work, ecad, on the quiet like, during this arms parley,
meatierities forces vegateareans. Dost thou not think so?
- The illegallooking range or fender, alias
turfing iron, a product of Hostages and Co, Engineers, changed feet several
times as briars revalvered during the weaponswap? Piff?
- Puff! Excuse yourself. It was an ersatz
- They did not know the war was over and
were only bere belling or bereppelling one another by chance or necessity
with sham bottles, mere and woiney, as betwinst Picturshirts and Scutticules,
like their caractacurs in an Irish Ruman to sorowbrate the expeltsion
of the Danos? What sayest thou, scusascmerul?
- Thats all. For he was heavily upright
man, Limba romena in Bucclis tucsada. Farcing gutterish.
- I mean the Morgans and the Dorans, in
- I know you dont, in Feeneys.
- The mujic of the footure on the barbarihams
of the bashed? Co Canniley?
- Da Donnuley.
- Yet this war has meed peace? In voina
viritas. Ab chaos lex, neat wehr?
- O bella! O pia! O pura! Amem. Handwalled
amokst us. Thanksbeer to Balbus!
- All the same you sound it twould clang
houlish like Hull hopen for christmians?
- But twill cling hellish like engels opened
to neuropeans, if youve sensed, whole the sum. So be vigil!
- And this pattern pootsch punnermine of
concoon and proprey went on, hog and minne, a whole whake, your night
after larrys night, spittinspite on Dora OHuggins, ormonde
caught butler, the artillery of the OHefferns answering the cavalry
of the MacClouds, fortey and more fortey, a thousand and one times, according
to your cock and a biddy story? Lludillongi, for years and years perhaps?
- Thats ri. This is his largos life,
this is me timtomtum and this is her two peekweeny ones. From the last
finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last
one of the first. Thats right.
- Finny. Vary vary finny!
- It may look funny but fere it is.
- This is not guid enough, Mr Brasslattin.
Finging and tong ing and winging and ponging! And all your rally and ramp
and rant! Didget think I was asleep at the wheel? Dyu mean to tall
grand jurors of thathens of tharctic on your oath, me lad, and ask us
to believe you, for all youre enduring long terms, with yur last
foot foremouthst, that yur moon was shining on the tors and on the cresties
and winblowing night after night, for years and years perhaps, after you
swearing to it a while back before your Corth examiner, Markwalther, that
there was reen in planty all the teem?
- Perhaps so, as you grand duly affirm,
Robman Calvinic. I never thought over it, faith. I most certainly think
so about it. I hope. Unless it is actionable. It would be a charity for
me to think about something which I must on no caste accounts omit, if
you ask to me. It was told me as an inspired statement by a friend of
myself, in reply to salute, Tarpey, after three oclock mass, with
forty ducks indulgent, that some rain was promised to Mrs Lyons, the invalid
of Aunt Tarty Villa, with lots gulp and sousers and likewise he told me,
the recusant, after telling mass, with two hundred genuflexions, at the
split hour of blight when bars are keeping so sly, as was whats
follows. He is doing a walk, says she, in the feelmicks park, says
he, like a tarrable Turk, says she, letting loose on his nursery and,
begalla, he meet himself with Mr Michael Clery of a Tuesday who said Father
MacGregor was desperate to the bad place about thassbawls and ejaculating
about all the stairrods and the cats pew swashing his earwanker and thinconvenience
being locked up for months, owing to being putrenised by stragglers abusing
the apparatus, and for Tarpey to pull himself into his soup and fish and
to push on his borrowsaloaner and to go to the tumple like greased lining
and see Father MacGregor and, be Cad, sir, he was to pipe up and saluate
that clergyman and to tell his holiness the whole goats throat about
the three shillings in the confusional and to say how Mrs Lyons, the cuptosser,
was the infidel who prophessised to pose three shielings Peters
pelf off her tocher from paraguais and albs by the yard to Mr Martin Clery
for Father Mathew to put up a midnight mask saints withins of a Thrushday
for African man and to let Brown child do and to leave he Anlone and all
the nuisances committed by soldats and non behavers and missbelovers for
N.D. de lEcluse to send more heehaw hells flutes, my prodder
again! And I never brought my cads in togs blanket! Foueh!
- Angly as arrows, but you have right,
my celtslinger! Nils, Mugn and Cannut. Should brothers be for awe then?
- So let use off be octo while oil bike
the bil and wheel whang till wabblin befoul you but mere and mire trullopes
will knaver mate a game on the bibby bobby burns of.
- Quatsch! What hill ar yu fluking about,ye
lamelookond fyats! Ill discipline ye! Will you swear or affirm the
day to yur second sight noo and recant that all yu affirmed to profetised
at first sight for his southerly accent was all paddyflaherty? Will ye,
ay or nay?
- Ay say aye. I affirmly swear to it that
it rooly and cooly boolyhooly was with my holyhagionous lips continuously
poised upon the rubricated annuals of saint ulstar.
- Thats very guid of ye, R.C.! Maybe
yu wouldnt mind talling us, my labrose lad, how very much bright
cabbage or paperming comfirts dyu draw for all yur swearin? The
- Rootha prootha. There you have me! Vurry
nothing, O potators, I call it for I might as well tell yous Essexelcy,
and I am not swallowing my air, the Golden Bridges truth. It amounts
to nada in pounds or pence. Not a glass of Lucan nor as much as the cost
price of a highlandmans trousertree or the three crowns round your
draphole (isnt it dram disgusting?) for the whole dumb plodding
- Come now, Johnny! We werent bom
yesterday. Pro tanto quid retribuamus? I ask you to say on your scotty
pictail you were promised fines times with some staggerjuice or deadhorse,
on strip or in larges, at the Raven and Sugarloaf, either Joness
lame or Jamesys gait, anyhow?
- Bushmillah! Do you think for a moment?
Yes, by the way. How very necessarily true! Give me fair play. When?
- At the Dove and Raven tavern, no, ah?
To wit your wiz zend?
- Water, water, darty water! Up Jubilee
sod! Beet peat wheat treat!
- What harm wants but demands it! How would
you like to hear yur right name now, Ghazi Power, my tristy minstrel,
if yur not freckened of frank comment?
- Not afrightened of Frank Annybodys
gaspower or ill conditioned ulcers neither.
- Your uncles!
- Your gullet!
- Will you repeat that to me outside, leinconnmuns?
- After youve shouted a few? I will
when it suits me, hulstler.
- Guid! We make fight! Three to one! Raddy?
- But no, from exemple, Emania Raffaroo!
What do you have? What mean you, august one? Fairplay for Finnians! I
will have my humours. Sure, you would not do the cowardly thing and moll
me roon? Tell Queens road I am seilling. Farewell, but whenever!
- Ef I chuse to put a bullet like yu through
the grill for heckling what business is that of yours, yu bullock?
- I dont know, sir. Dont ask
me, your honour!
- Gently, gently Northern Ire! Love that
red hand! Let me once more. There are sordidly tales within tales, you
clearly understand that? Now my other point. Did you know, whether by
melanodactylism or purely libationally, that one of these two Crimeans
with the fender, the taller man, was accused of a cer tain offence or
of a choice of two serious charges, as skirts were divided on the subject,
if you like it better that way? You did, you rogue, you?
- You hear things. Besides (and serially
now) bushes have eyes, dont forget. Hah!
- Which moral turpitude would you select
of the two, for choice, if you had your way? Playing bull before shebears
or the hindlegs off a clotheshorse? Did any orangepeelers or green goaters
appear periodically up your sylvan family tree?
- Buggered if I know! It all depends on
how much family silver you want for a nass-and-pair. Hah!
- What do you mean, sir, behind your hah!
You dont hah to do thah, you know, snapograph.
- Nothing, sir. Only a bone moving into
place. Blotogaff. Hahah!
- Are you to have all the pleasure quizzing
on me? I didnt say it aloud, sir. I have something inside of me
talking to myself.
- Youre a nice third degree witness,
faith! But this is no laughing matter. Do you think we are tonedeafs in
our noses to boot? Can you not distinguish the sense, prain, from the
sound, bray? You have homosexual catheis of empathy between narcis sism
of the expert and steatopygic invertedness. Get yourself psychoanolised!
- O, begor, I want no expert nursis symaphy
from yours broons quadroons and I can psoakoonaloose myself any time I
want (the fog follow you all!) without your interferences or any other
- Sample! Sample!
- Have you ever weflected, wepowtew, that
the evil what though it was willed might nevewtheless lead somehow on
to good towawd the genewality?
- A pwopwo of haster meets waster and talking
of plebiscites by a show of hands, whether declaratory or effective, in
all seriousness, has it become to dawn in you yet that the deponent, the
man from Saint Yves, may have been (one is reluctant to use the passive
voiced) may be been as much sinned against as sin ning, for if we look
at it verbally perhaps there is no true noun in active nature where every
-please read this mufto
- is becoming in its owntown eyeballs.
Now the long form and the strong form and reform alltogether!
- Hotchkiss Culthurs Everready, one
brother to never reached, well over countless hands, sieur of many winners
and losers, groomed by S. Samson and son, bred by dilalahs, will stand
at Bay (Dublin) from nun till dan and vites inversion and at Miss or Mrss
- Perhaps you can explain, sagobean? The
Mod needs a rebus.
- Pro general continuation and in particular
explication to your singular interrogation our asseveralation. Ladiegent,
pals will smile but me and Frisky Shorty, my inmate friend, as is un common
struck on poplar poetry, and a few fleabesides round at West Pauper Bosquet,
was glad to be back again with the chaps and just arguing friendlylike
at the Doddercan Easehouse having a wee chatty with our hosty in his comfy
estably over the old middlesex party and his moral turps, meaning flu,
pock, pox and mizzles, grip, gripe, gleet and sprue, caries, rabies, numps
and dumps. What me and Frisky in our concensus and the whole double gigscrew
of suscribers, notto say the burman, having successfully concluded our
tour of bibel, wants to know is thisa here. Supposing, for an ethical
fict, him, which the findings showed, to have taken his epscene licence
before the norsects divisional respectively as regards them male
privates and or concomitantly with all common or neuter respects to them
public exess females, whereas allbeit really sweet fillies, as was very
properly held by the metropolitan in connection with this regrettable
nuisance, touching arbitrary conduct, being in strict contravention of
schedule in board of forests and works bylaws regulationing sparkers
and succers amusements section of our beloved naturpark in pursuance
of which police agence me and Shorty have approached a reverend gentlman
of the name of Mr Coppinger with reference to a piece of fire fittings
as was most obliging, pon my sam, in this matter of his explanations
affirmative, negative and limitative, given to me and Shorty, touching
what the good book says of toooldaisymen, concerning the merits of early
bisectualism, besides him citing from approved lectionary example given
by a valued friend of the name of Mr J. P. Cockshott, reticent of England,
as owns a pretty maisonette, Quis ut Deus, fronting on to the Soussex
Bluffs as was telling us categoric how Mr Cockshott, as he had his assignation
with, present holder by deedpoll and indenture of the swearing belt, he
tells him hypothetic, the reverend Mr Coppinger, hereckons himself disjunctively
with his windwarrd eye up to a dozen miles of a cunifarm school of herring,
passing themselves supernatently by the Bloater Naze from twelve and them
mayridinghim by the silent hour. Butting, charging, bracing, backing,
springing, shrinking, swaying, darting, shooting, bucking and sprinkling
their dossies sodouscheock with the twinx of their taylz. And, reverend,
he says, summat problematical, by yon socialist sun, gut me, but them
errings was as gladful as Wissixy kippers could be considering, flipping
their little coppingers, pot em, the fresh little flirties, the dirty
little gillybrighteners, pickle their spratties, the little smolty gallockers,
and, reverend, says he, more asser titoff, zwelf me Zeus, says he, lettin
olfac be the extench of the supperfishies, lamme the curves of their scaligerance
and pesk the everurge flossity of their pectoralium, them little salty
popu lators, says he, most apodictic, as sure as my briam eggs is on cockshot
under noose, all them little upandown dippies they was all of a libidous
pickpuckparty and raid on a wriggolo finsky doodah in testimonials to
their early bisectualism. Such, he says, is how the reverend Coppinger,
he visualises the hidebound homelies of creed crux ethics. Watsch yourself
tillicately every morkning in your bracksullied twilette. The use of cold
water, testificates Dr Rutty, may be warmly recommended for the sug jugation
of cungunitals loosed. Tolloll, schools!
- Tallhell and Barbados wi ye and your
Errian coprulation! Pelagiarist! Remonstrant Montgomeryite! Short lives
to your relatives! Yare absexed, so yare, with mackerglosia
and mick roocyphyllicks.
- Wait now, leixlep! I scent eggoarchicism.
I vill take you to task. I dont follow you that far in your otherwise
accurate account. Was it esox lucius or salmo ferax? You are taxing us
into the driven future, are you not, with this ruttymaid fishery?
- Lalia Lelia Lilia Lulia and lively lovely
- Gubbernathor! That they say is a fenian
on the secret. Named Parasol Irelly. Spawning ova and fry like a marrye
monach all amanygoround his seven parish churches! And peopling the ribald
baronies with dans, oges and conals!
- Lift it now, Hosty! Humps your
mark! For a runnymede landing! A dondhering vesh vish, Magnam Carpam,
es hit neat zoo?
- Theres an old psalmsobbing lax
salmoner fogeyboren Herrin Plundehowse. Who went floundering with his
boatloads of spermin spunk about. Leaping freck after every long tom and
wet lissy between Howth and Humbermouth. Our Human Conger Eel!
- Hep! I can see him in the fishnoo! Up
wiyer whippy! Hold that lad! Play him, Markandeyn! Bullhead!
- Pull you, sir! Olive quill does it. Longeal
of Malin, hell cry before hes flayed. And his tear make newisland.
Did a rise? Way, lungfush! The great fin may cumule! Three threeth oer
the wild! Manu ware!
- He missed her mouth and stood into Dee,
Romunculus Remus, plying the rape, so as now any bomprisss bound
to get up her if he pool her leg and bunk on her butt. No, he skid like
a skate and berthed on her byrnie and never a fear but theyll land
him yet, slitheryscales on liffeybank, times and times and halve a time
with a pillow of sand to polster him.
- Do you say they will?
- I bet you they will.
- Among the shivering sedges so? Weedy
- Or tulipbeds of Rush below.
- Where you take your mugs to wash after
- To my lead, Toomey lout, Tommy lad.
- Besides the bubblye waters of, babblyebubblye
- Grenadiers. And tell me now. Were these
anglers or angel ers coexistent and compresent with or without their tertium
- Three in one, one and three. Shem and
Shaun and the shame that sunders em. Wisdoms son, follys brother.
- God bless your ginger, wigglewaggle!
Thats three slots and no burners. Youre forgetting the jinnyjos
for the fayboys. What, Walker John Referent? Play us your patmost! And
- Naif Cruachan! Woe on woe, says Wardeb
Daly. Woman will water the wild world over. And the maid of the folley
will go where glory. Sure I thought it was larking in the trefoll of the
furry glans with two stripping baremaids, Stilla Underwood and Moth MacGarry,
he was, hand to dagger, that time and their mother, a rawkneepudsfrowse,
I was given to understand, with superflow vius heirs, begum. There was
that one that was always mad gone on him, her first king of cloves and
the most broadcussed man in Corrack-on-Sharon, County Rosecarmon. Sure
she was near drowned in pondest coldstreams of admiration forherself,
as bad as my Tarpeyan cousin, Vesta Tully, making faces at her bach spilled
likeness in the brook after and cooling herself in the element, she pleasing
it, she praising it, with salices and weidow wehls, all tossed, as she
was, the playactrix, Lough Shielings love!
- O, add shielsome bridelittle! All of
her own! Nircississies are as the doaters of inversion. Secilas through
their laughing classes becoming poolermates in laker life.
- It seems to same with Iscappellas? Ys?
Gotellus! A tickey for tie taughts!
- Listenest, meme mearest! They were harrowd,
those fin weeds! Come, rest in this bosom! So sorry you lost him, poor
lamb! Of course I know you are a viry vikid girl to go in the dreemplace
and at that time of the draym and it was a very wrong thing to do, even
under the dark flush of night, dare all grand passia! Hes gone on
his bombashaw. Through geesing and so pleasing at Strip Teasy up the stairs.
The boys on the corner were talking too. And your soreful miseries first
come on you. Still to forgive it, divine my lickle wiffey, and everybody
knows you do look lovely in your invinsibles, Eulogia, a perfect apposition
with the coldcream, Assoluta, from Boileaus I always use in the
wards after I am burned a rich egg and derive the greatest benefit, sign
of the cause. My, you do! Simply adorable! Could I but pass my hands some,
my hands through, thine hair! So vicky vicky veritiny! O Fronces, say
howdyedo, Dotty! Chic hands. The way they curve there under nue charmeen
cuffs! I am more divine like that when Ive two of everything up
to boyproof knicks. Winning in a way, only my arms are whiter, dear. Blanchemain,
idler. Fairhair, frail one. Listen, meme sweety! O be joyfold! Mirror
do justice, taper of ivory, heart of the cona vent, hoops of gold! My
veil will save it undyeing from his ether nal fire! Its meemly us
two, meme idoll. Of course it was down right verry wickred of him, reely
meeting me disguised, Bortolo mio, peerfectly appealling, D.V., with my
lovebirds, my colom binas. Their sinsitives shrinked. Even Netta and Linda,
our seeyu tities and theyve sin sumtim, tankus! My rillies were
liebeneaus, my aftscents embre. How me adores eatsother simply (Mon ishe
beau! Ma reinebelle!), in his storm collar, as I leaned yestreen from
his muskished labs, even my little pom got excited, when I turned his
head on his same manly bust and kissed him more. Only he might speak to
a person, lord so picious, taking up my worths ill wrong! May I introduce!
This is my futuous, lips and looks lovelast. Still me with you, you poor
chilled! Will make it up with mother Concepcion and a glorious lie between
us, sweetness, so as not a novene in all the convent loretos, not my littlest
one of all, for mercys sake need ever know, what passed our lips
or. Yes sir, well will! Clothea wind! Fee o fie! Covey us niced!
Bansh the dread! Alittens looking. Low him lovly! Make me feel good
in the moontime. It will all take bloss as oranged at St Audiens rosan
chocolate chapelry with my diamants blickfeast after at minne owned hos
for all the catclub to go cryzy and Father Blesius Mindelsinn will be
beminding hand. Kyrielle ela tion! Crystal elation! Kyrielle elation!
Elation immanse! Sing to us, sing to us, sing to us! Amam! So meme nearest,
languished hister, be free to me! (Im fading!) And listen, you,
you beauty, esster, Ill be clue to who knows you, pray Magda, Marthe
with Luz and Joan, while I lie with warm lisp on the Tolka. (Im
- Eusapia! Fais-le, tout-tait! Languishing
hysteria? The clou historique? How is this at all? Is dads the thing in
such or are tits the that? Hear we here her first poseproem of suora unto
suora? Alicious, twinstreams twinestraines, through alluring glass or
alas in jumboland? Ding dong! Wheres your pal in silks alustre?
Think of a maiden, Presentacion. Double her, An nupciacion. Take your
first thoughts away from her, Immacola cion. Knock and it shall appall
unto you! Who shone yet shim mers will be eer scheining. Cluse her,
voil her, hild her hindly. After liryc and themodius soft aglo iris of
the vals. This young barlady, what, euphemiasly? Is she having an ambidual
act her self in apparition with herself as Consuelas to Sonias may?
- Dang! And tether, a loguy O!
- Dis and dat and dese and dose! Your crackling
out of your turn, my Moonster firefly, like always. And 2 R.N. and Long
horns Connacht, stay off my air! Youve grabbed the capital and youve
had the lions shire since 1542 but theres all the difference
in Ireland between your borderation, my chatty cove, and me. The leinstrel
boy to the wall is gone and theres moreen astoreen for Monn and
Conn. With the tykes named moke. Doggymens nimmer win! You
last led the first when we last but well first trump your last with
a lasting. Jump the railchairs or take them, as you please, but and, sir,
my queskins first, foxyjack! Yeve as much skullabogue cheek on you
now as would boil a caldron of kalebrose. Did the market missioners Hayden
Wombwell, when given the raspberry, fine more than sandsteen per cent
of chalk in the purity, promptitude and perfection flour of this raw materialist
and less than a seventh pro mile in his meal? We bright young chaps of
the brandnew braintrust are briefed here and with maternal sanction compellably
empanelled at quarter sessions under the six disqualifications for the
uniformication of young persons (Nodding Neutrals) removal act by Committal
man Number Underfifteen to know had the peeress of generals, who have
been getting nose money cheap and stirring up the public opinion about
private balls with their legs, Misses Mirtha and Merry, the two dreepers
assistents, had they their service books in order and duly signed J. H.
North and Company when discharged from their last situations? Will ye
gup and tell the board in the anterim how, in the name of the three tailors
on Tooley Street, did OBejorumsen or Mockmacmahonitch, ex of Butt
and Hocksetts, violating the bushel standard, come into awful position
of the barrel of bellywash? And why, is it any harm to ask, was this hackney
man in the coombe, a papersalor with a whiteluke to him, Fauxfitzhuorson,
collected from Manofisle, carrying his ark, of eggshaped fuselage and
made in Fredborg into the bullgine, across his back when he might have
been setting on his jonass inside like a Glassthure cabman? Where were
the doughboys, three by nombres, won in ziel, cavehill exers or hearts
of steel, Hansen, Morfydd and ODyar, V.D., with their glenagearries
directing their steps according to the R.U.Cs liaison officer, with
their trench ulcers open and their hands in their pockets, contrary to
military rules, when confronted with his lifesize obstruction? When did
he live off rooking the pooro and how did start pfuffpfaffing at his Paterson
and Hellicotts? Is it a factual fact, proved up to scabsteethshilt,
that this fancydress nordic in shaved lamb breeches, childs kilts,
bibby buntings and wellingtons, Wit}l club, torc and headdress, preholder
of the Bar Ptolomei, is coowner of a hengsters circus near North
Great Denmark Street (incidentally, its the most unjoyable show
going the province and Im taking the youngsters there Saturday first
when its halfprice naturals night to see the fallensickners aping
the buckleybackers and the blind to two worlds taking off the deffydowndummies)
and the shamshem showman has been complaining to the police barracks and
applying for an order of certiorari and crying out something vile about
him being molested, after him having triplets, by offers of vacancies
from females in this city, neighing after the man and his outstanding
attraction ever since they seen his X ray picture turned out in wealthy
red in the sabbath sheets? Was it him that suborned that surdumutual son
of his, a litterydistributer in Saint Patricks Lavatory, to turn
a Roman and leave the chayr and gout in his bare balbriggans, the sweep,
and buy the usual jar of porter at the Morgue and Cruses and set it down
before the wife with her firemans halmet on her, bidding her mine
the hoose, the strum pet, while him and his lagenloves were rampaging
the roads in all their paroply under the noses of the Heliopolitan constabu
lary? Can you beat it? Prepare the way! Wheres that gendarm auxiliar,
arianautic sappertillery, that reported on the whole hood lum, relying
on his morse-erse wordybook and the trunchein up his tail? Roof Seckesign
van der Deckel and get her story from him! Recall Sickerson, the lizzyboy!
Seckersen, magnon of Errick. Sackerson! Hookup!
- Day shirker four vanfloats he verdants
market. High liquor made lust torpid dough hunt her orchid.
- Hunt her orchid! Gob and he found it
on her right enough! With her shoes upon his shoulders, twas most
trying to be holders when he upped their frullatullepleats with our warning.
A disgrace to the homely protestant religion! Bloody old pre adamite with
his twohandled umberella! Trust me to spy on me own spew!
- Wallpurgies! And its thiss
your deified city? Norganson? And its wes to pray for Bigmessers
conversions? Call Kitty the Beads, the Mandame of Tipknock Castle! Let
succuba succumb, the improvable his wealth made possible! Hes cookinghagar
that rost her prayer to him upon the top of the stairs. Shes deep,
- A farternoiser for his tuckish armenities.
Ouhr Former who erred in having down to gibbous disdag our darling breed.
And then the confisieur for the boobs indulligence. As sunctioned
for his salmenbog by the Councillors-om-Trent. Pave Pannem at his gaiters
bronze! Nummer half dreads Log Laughty. Mas ters gunne he warrs
the bedst. I messaged his dilltoyds sause pander mussels on the kisschen
table. With my ironing duck through his rollpins of gansyfett, do dodo
doughdy dough, till he was braising red in the toastface with lovensoft
eyebulbs and his kiddledrum steeming and rattling like the roasties in
my mockamill. I awed to have scourched his Abarms brack for him.
For the loaf of Obadiah, take your pastryarts noas out of me flouer
bouckuet! Of the strainger scene you given squeezers to me skillet! As
cream of the hearth thou reinethst alhome. His lapper and libbers was
glue goulewed as he sizzled there watch ing me lauttericks pitcher
by Wexford-Atelier as Katty and Lanner, the refined souprette, with my
bust alla brooche and the padbun under my matelote, showing my jigotty
sleeves and all my new toulong touloosies. Whisk! Theres me shims
and heres me hams and this is me juppettes, gause be the meter!
Whisk! Whats this? Whisk! And that? He never cotched finer, balay
me, at Romiolo Frullinis flea pantamine out of Griddle-the-Sink
or Shusies-with-her-Soles-Up or La Sauzerelly, the pucieboots, when I
started so hobmop ladlelike, highty tighty, to kick the time off the cluckclock
lucklock quamquam camcam potapot panapan kickakickkack. Hairhorehounds,
shake up pfortner. Fuddling fun for Fullacans sake!
- All halt! Sponsor programme and close
down. Thats enough, genral, of finicking about Finnegan and fiddling
with his faddles. A final ballot, guvnor, to remove all doubt. By sylph
and salamander and all the trolls and tritons, I mean to top her drive
and to tip the tap of this, at last. His thoughts that wouldbe words,
his livings that havebeen deeds. And will too, by the holy child of Coole,
primapatriock of the archsee, if I have at first to down every mask in
Trancenania from Terreterrys Hole to Stutterers Corner to
find that Yokeoff his letter, this Yokan his dahet. Pass the jousters
of the king, the Kovnor Journal and eirenarchs custos himself no
less, the meg of megs, with the Carri son old gang! Off with your persians!
Search ye the Finn! The sinders under shriving sheet. Fa Fe Fi Fo
Fum! Ho, croak, evildoer! Arise, sir ghostus! As long as youve lived
therell be no other. Doff!
- Amtsadam, sir, to you! Eternest cittas,
heil! Here we are again! I am bubub brought up under a camel act of dynasties
long out of print, the first of Shitric Shilkanbeard (or is it Owllaugh
MacAuscullpth the Thord?), but, in pontofacts massimust, I am known throughout
the world wherever my good Allenglisches Angleslachsen is spoken by Sall
and Will from Augustanus to Ergastulus, as this is, whether in Farnums
rath or Condras ridge or the meadows of Dalkin or Monkish tunshep,
by saints and sinners eyeeye alike as a cleanliving man and, as a matter
of fict, by my halfwife, I think how our public at large appreciates it
most highly from me that I am as cleanliving as could be and that my game
was a fair average since I perpetually kept my ouija ouija wicket up.
On my verawife I never was nor can afford to be guilty of crim crig con
of malfeasance trespass against par son with the person of a youthful
gigirl frifrif friend chirped Apples, acted by Miss Dashe, and with Any
of my cousines in Kissilovs Slutsgartern or Gigglottes Hill,
when I would touch to her dot and feel most greenily of her unripe ones
as it should prove most anniece and far too bahad, nieceless to say, to
my reputation on Babbyl Malket for daughters-in-trade being lightly clad.
Yet, as my acquainters do me the complaisance of apprising me, I should
her have awristed under my duskguise of whippers through toombs and deempeys,
lagmen, was she but tinkling of such a tink. And, as a mere matter of
ficfect, I tell of myself how I popo possess the ripest littlums wifukie
around the globelettes globes upon which she was romping off on Floss
Mundai out of harams way round Skinners circusalley first
with her consola tion prize in my serial dreams of faire women, Mannequins
Passe, with awards in figure and smile subsections, handicapped by two
breasts in operatops, a remarkable little endowment garment. Fastened
at various places. What spurt! I kickkick keenly love such, particularly
while savouring of their flavours at their most perfect best when served
with heliotrope ayelips, as this is, where I do drench my jolly soul on
the pu pure beauty of hers past. She is my bestpreserved wholewife, sowell
her as herafter, in Evanss eye, with incompatibly the smallest shoenumber
outside chinatins. They are jolly dainty, spekin tluly. May we not recom
mend them? It was my proofpiece from my prenticeserving. And, alas, our
private chaplain of Lambeyth and Dolekey, bishop regionary, an always
sadfaced man, in his lutestring pewcape with tabinet band, who has visited
our various hard hearts and reins by imposition of fufuf fingers, olso
haddocks fumb, in that Upper Room can speak loud to you some quite
complimentary things about my clean charactering, even when detected in
the dark, distressful though such recital prove to me, as this is, when
I introduced her (Frankfurters, numborines, why drive fear?) to our fourposter
tunies chantreying under Castrucci Sinior and De Mellos, those whapping
oldsteirs, with sycamode euphonium in either notation in our altogether
cagehaused duckyheim on Goosna Greene, that cabinteeny homesweetened through
affec tions hoardpayns (First Murkiss, or so they sankeyed. Dodo!
O Clearly! And Gregorio at front with Johannes far in back. Aw, aw!),
gleeglom theres gnome sweepplaces like theresweep No whergs. By
whom, as my Kerk Findlaters, ye litel chuch rond ye coner, and K.
K. Katakasm enjoineth in the Belief and, as you all know, of a child,
dear Humans, one of my lifes ambitions of my youngend from an early
peepee period while still to hedje skool, intended for broadchurch, I,
being fully alive to it, was parruchially confirmed in Caulofats
bed by our bujibuji beloved curate-author. Michael Engels is your man.
Let Michael relay Sutton and tell you people here who have the phoney
habit (it was remarketable) in his clairaudience, as this is, as only
our own Michael can, when reicherout at superstation, to bring ruptures
to our roars how I am amp amp amplify. Hiemlancollin. Pim pims Ornery
forninehalf. Shaun Shemsen saywhen saywhen. Holmstock unsteaden. Livpoomark
lloyrge hoggs one four tupps noying. Big Butter Boost! Sorry! Thnkyou!
Thatll beall for tody. Cal it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy crushmess!
Abbreciades anew York gustoms. Kyow! Tak.
- Tiktak. Tikkak.
- Awind abuzz awater falling.
- Poor a cowe his jew placator.
- Its the damp damp damp.
- Calm has entered. Big big Calm, announcer.
It is most ernst terooly a moresome intartenment. Colts tooth! I
will give tandsel to it. I protest there is luttrelly not one teaspoonspill
of evidence at bottomlie to my babad, as you shall see, as this is. Keemun
Lapsang of first pickings. And I contango can take off my dudud dirtynine
articles of quoting here in Pynix Park be fore those in heaven to provost
myself, by gramercy of justness, I mean veryman and moremon, stiff and
staunch for ever, and enter under the advicies from Misrs Norris, Southby,
Yates and Weston, Inc, to their favoured client, into my preprotestant
caveat against the pupup publication of libel by any tixtim tipsyloon
or tobtomtowley of Keisserse Lean (a bloweyed lanejoymt, waring lowbelt
suit, with knockbrecky kenees and bullfist rings round him and a fallse
roude axehand (he is cunvesser to Saunters Nocelettres and the Poes
Toffees Directory in his pisness), the best begrudged man in Belgradia
who doth not belease to our paviour) to my nonesuch, that highest personage
at moments holding down the throne. So to speak of beauty scouts in elegant
pursuit of flowers, searchers for tabernacles and the celluloid art! Happen
seen sore eynes belived? The caca cad! He walked by North Strand with
his Thoms towel in hand. Snakeeye! Strangler of soffiacated green
parrots! I protest it that he is, by my wipehalf. He was leaving out of
my double inns while he was all teppling over my single ixits. So was
keshaned on for his recent behaviour. Sherlook is lorking for him. Allare
beltspanners. Get your air curt! Shame upon Private M! Shames on his ful
someness! Shamus on his atkinscums lulul lying suulen for an outcast
mastiff littered in blood currish! Eristocras till Hanging Tower! Steck
a javelin through his advowtried heart! Instaun ton! Flap, my Larrybird!
Dangle, my highflyer! Jiggety jig my jackadandyline! Let me never see
his waddphez again! And mine it was, Barktholed von Hunarig, Soesown of
Furrows (hour-, springlike his joussture, immitiate my chry! as urs now,
so yous. then!), when to our lot it fell on my poplar Sexsex, my Sexen-.
centaurnary, whenby Gate of Hal, before his hostel of the Wodin Man, I
hestened to freeholdit op to his Mam his Maman, Majus cules, His Magnus
Maggerstick, first citys leasekuays of this Nova Tara, our most
noble, when hrossbucked on his pricelist charger, Pferdinamd Allibuster
(yeddonot need light oar till Noreway for you fanned one oer every
doorway) with my all bums greethims through this whole of my promises,
handshakey congrandyoulikethems, ecclesency. Whosaw the jackery dares
at handgripper thisa breast? Dose makkers ginger. Some one we was with
us all fours. Adversarian! The spiking Duyvil! First liar in Londsend!
Wulv! See you scar gore on that skeepsbrow! And those meisies! Sulken
taarts! Man sicker at I ere bluffet konservative? Shucks! Such ratshause
bugs mess so I cannot barely conceive of! Lowest basemeant in hystry!
Ibscenest nansence! Noksagt! Per Peeler and Pawr! The broker heartened
shugon! Hole affair is rotten muckswinish porcupigs draff. Enouch!
- Is that yu, Whitehed?
- Have you headnoise now?
- Give us your mespilt reception, will
- Pass the fish for Christs sake!
- Old Whitehowth he is speaking again.
Ope Eustace tube! Pity poor whiteoath! Dear gone mummeries, goby! Tell
the woyld I have lived true thousand hells. Pity, please, lady, for poor
O.W. in this profundust snobbing I have caught. Nine dirty years mine
age, hairs hoar, mummery failend, snowdrift to my ellpow, deff as Adder.
I askt you, dear lady, to judge on my tree by our fruits. I gave you of
the tree. I gave two smells, three eats. My freeandies, my celeberrimates:
my happy bossoms, my all falling fruits of my boom. Pity poor Haveth Childers
Every where with Mudder! That was Communicator, a former colonel. A disincarnated
spirit, called Sebastion, from the Rivera in Januero, (he is not all hear)
may fernspreak shortly with messuages from my dead ported. Let us cheer
him up a little and make an appunkment for a future date. Hello, Commudicate!
Hows the buttes? Ever scepistic! He does not believe in our psychous
of the Real Ab sence, neither miracle wheat nor soulsurgery of P. P. Quemby.
He has had some indiejestings, poor thing, for quite a little while, confused
by his tonguer of baubble. A way with him! Poor Felix Culapert! Ring his
mind, ye staples, (bonze!) in my ould reeke ries ballyheart and
in my krumlin and in aroundisements and stremmis! Sacks eleathury! Sacks
eleathury! Bam! I deplore over him ruely. Mongrieff! O Hone! Guestermed
with the nobelities, to die bronxitic in achershous! So enjoying of old
thick whiles, in haute white toffs hoyt of our formed reflections,
with stock of eisen all his prop, so buckely hosiered from the Royal Leg,
and his puertos mugnum, he would puffout a dhymful bock. And the how he
would husband her that verikerfully, his cigare divane! (He would redden
her with his vestas, but tis naught.) With us his nephos and his
neberls, mest incensed and befogged by him and his smoke thereof. But
he shall have his glad stein of our zober beerbest in Oscarshals
winetavern. Buen retiro! The boyce voyce is still flautish and his mounth
still wears that soldiers scarlet though the flaxafloyeds are peppered
with salse dine. It is bycause of what he was ascend into his prisonce
on account off. I whit it wel. Hence his deepraised words. Some day I
may tell of his second storey. Mood! Mood! It looks like some one other
bearing my burdens. I cannot let it. Kanes nought. Well, yeamen, I have
bared my whole past, I flatter myself, on both sides. Give me even two
months by laxlaw in second division and my first broadcloth is business
will be to protest to Recorder at Thing of all Things, or court of Skivinis,
with mar chants grey, antient and credibel, Zerobubble Barrentone, Jonah
Whalley, Determined Codde or Cucumber Upright, my jurats, if it does not
occur again. O rhyme us! Haar Faagher, wild heart in Homelan; Harrods
be the naun. Mine kinder come, mine wohl be won. There is nothing like
leuther. O Shee! And nosty mens in gladshouses they shad not peggot stones.
The elephants house is his castle. I am here to tell you, indeed
to goodness, that, allbe I discountenanced beallpersuasions, in rinunciniation
of pomps of heretofore, with a wax too held in hand, I am thorgt fulldt
to do dope me of her miscisprinks and by virchow of those filthered Ovocnas
presently like Browne umbracing Christina Anya, after the Irishers, to
convert me into a selt (but first I must proxy babetise my old antenaughties),
when, as Sigismond Stol terforth, with Rabbin Robroost for my auspicer
and Leecher Rutty for my lifearst and Lorencz Pattorn (Ehren til viktrae!),
when I will westerneyes those poor sunuppers and outbreighten their lands
eng. A man should stump up and I will pay my pretty decent trade price
for my glueglue gluecose, peebles, were it even, as this is, the legal
eric for infelicitous conduict (here incloths placefined my pocketanchoredcheck)
and, as a matter of fact, I undertake to discontinue entyrely all practices
and I deny wholeswiping in toto at my own request in all stoytness to
have confermentated and confoederated and agreed in times prebellic, when
here were waders for the trainsfolk, as it is now nuggently laid to me,
with a friend from mine, Mr Billups, pulleter, my quarterbrother, who
sometimes he is doing my locum for me on a grubstake and whom I have cleped
constoutuent, for so it was felt by me, at goodbuy cootcoops byusucapiture
a mouth less niggeress, Blanchette Brewster from Cherna Djamja, Blaw lawnd-via-Brigstow,
or to illsell my fourth part in her, which al though allowed of in Deuterogamy
as in several places of Scrip ture (copyright) and excluded books (they
should quite rightly verbanned be), would seem eggseggs excessively haroween
to my feelimbs for two punt scotch, one pollard and a crockard or three
pipples on the bitch. Thou, Fricks Flame, Uden Sulfer, who strikest
only on the marryd bokks, enquick me if so be I did cophetuise miladys
maid! In spect of her beavers she is a womanly and sacret. Such wear a
frillick for my comic strip, Mons Megs Monthly, comes out aich Fanagans
Weck, to bray at by clownsillies in Donkeybrook Fair. It would lackin
mackin Hodders and Cockers erithmatic. The unpurdonable preempson
of all of her of yourn, by Juno Moneta! If she, irished Marry onn Teheresiann,
has been disposed of for her consideration, I, Ledwidge Salvatorious,
am tradefully unintiristid. And if she is still further talc slopping
over her cocoa contours, I hwat mick angars, am strongly of opinion why
I should not be. Inprobable! I do not credit one word of it from such
and suchess mistra versers. Just feathers! Nanenities! Or to have ochtroyed
to resolde or borrough by exchange same super melkkaart, means help; best
Brixton high yellow, no outings: cent for cent on Auctions Bridge.
Twere a honnibel crudelty wert so tente ment to their naktlives
and scatab orgias we devour about in the mightyevil roohms of encient
cartage. Utterly improperable! Not for old Crusos or white soul of gold!
A pipple on the panis, two claps on the cansill, or three pock pocks cassey
knocked on the postern! Not for one testey tickey culpriks coynds
ore for all ecus in cunziehowffse! So hemp me Cash! I meanit. My herrings!
The surdity of it! Amean to say. Her bare idears, it is choochoo chucklesome.
Absurd bargain, mum, will call. One line with! One line, with with! Will
ate everadayde sau mone like a boyne alive O. The tew cherripickers, with
their Catheringnettes, Lizzy and Lissy Mycock,from Street Flesh shambles,
were they moon at aube with hespermun and I their covin guardient, I would
not know to contact such gretched youngsteys in my ways from Haddem or
any suistersees or heiresses of theirn, claiming by, through, or under
them. Ous of their freiung pfann into myne foyer. Her is one which rassembled
to mein enormally. The man what shocked his shanks at contey Carlows.
He is Deucollion. Each habe goheerd, uptaking you are innersence, but
we sen you meet sose infance. Deucollion! Odor. Evilling chimbes is smutsick
rivulverblott but thee hard casted thereass pigstenes upann Congans
shootsmen in Schot tenhof, ekeascent? Igen Deucollion! I liked his Gothamm
chic! Stuttertub! What a shrubbery trick to play! I will put my oath head
unner my whitepot for ransom of beeves and will stand me where I stood
mine in all free heat between Pelagios and little Chistayas by Rodericks
our mostmonolith, after my both ears toear and brebreeches buybibles and,
minhatton, testify to my unclothed virtue by the longstone erectheion
of our allfirst man here. I should tell you that honestly, on my honour
of a Near wicked, I always think in a wordworths of that primed
favou rite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A. G., whom
the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come. Like
as my palmers past policy I have had my best mas ters lessons,
as the public he knows, and do you know, home sters, I honestly think,
if I have failed lamentably by accident benefits though shintoed, spitefired,
perplagued and cram krieged, I am doing my dids bits and have made of
my prudentials good. I have been told I own stolemines or something of
that sorth in the sooth of Spainien. Hohohoho! Have I said ogso how I
abhor myself vastly (truth to tell) and do repent to my nether heart of
suntry clothing? The amusin part is, I will say, hotel men, that since
I, over the deep drowner Athacleeath to seek again Irrlanding, shamed
in mind, with three plunges of my ruddertail, yet not a bottlenim, vanced
imperial standard by weaponright and platzed mine residenze, taking bourd
and burgage under starrymisty and ran and operated my brixtol selec tion
here at thollstall, for mean straits male with evorage fimmel, in commune
soccage among strange and enemy, among these plotlets, in Poplinstown,
alore Fort Dunlip, then-on-sea, hole of Serbonian bog, now city of magnificent
distances, good walldabout, with talus and counterscarp and pale of palisades,
upon martiell siegewin, with Abbot Warre to blesse, on yon slauchterday
of cleantarriffs, in that year which I have called myriabellous, and overdrave
these marken (the soord on Whence hislaws was mine and mine the prusshing
stock of Allbrecht the Bearn), under patroonshaap of our good kingsinnturns,
T. R. H. Urban First and Champaign Chollyman and Hungry the Loaved and
Hangry the Hathed, here where my tenenure of office and my toils of domestication
first began, with weight of woman my skat and skuld but Flukie of the
Ravens as my sure piloter, famine with Englisch sweat and oppedemics,
the two toothed dragon worms with allsort serpents, has compolitely seceded
from this landleague of many nations and open and notorious naughty livers
are found not on our rolls. This seat of our city it is of all sides pleasant,
comfortable and wholesome. If you would traverse hills, they are not far
off. If champain land, it lieth of all parts. If you would be delited
with fresh water, the famous river, called of Ptolemy the Libnia Labia,
runneth fast by. If you will take the view of the sea, it is at hand.
- Do Drumcollogher whatever you do!
- Visitez Drumcollogher-la-Belle!
- Be suke ad sie so ersed Drumcollogher!
- Vedi Drumcollogher e poi Moonis.
- Things are not as they were. Let me briefly
survey. Pro clam a shun! Pip! Peep! Pipitch! Ubipop jay piped, ibipep
goes the whistle. Here Tyeburn throttled, massed murmars march: where
the bus stops there shop I: here which ye see, yea reste. On me, your
sleeping giant. Estoesto! Estote sunto! From the hold of my capt in altitude
till the mortification thats my fate. The end of aldest mosest ist
the beginning of all thisorder so the last of their hansbailis shall the
first in our sheriffsby. New highs for all! Redu Negru may be black in
tawn but under them lintels are staying my horneymen meet each his mansiemagd.
For peers and gints, quaysirs and galleyliers, fresk letties from the
say and stale headygabblers, gaingangers and dudder wagoners, pullars
off societies and pushers on rothmeres homes. Obeyance from the
townsmen spills felixity by the toun. Our bourse and politico ecomedy
are in safe with good Jock Shepherd, our lives are on sure in sorting
with Jonathans, wild and great. Been so free! Thank you, besters! Hattentats
have mindered. Blaublaze devil bobs have gone from the mode and hairtrigger
nicks are quite out of time now. Thuggeries are reere as glovars
metins, lepers lack, ignerants show beneath suspicion like the bitterhalves
of esculapuloids. In middays mallsight let Miledd discurverself.
Me ludd in her hide park seek Minuinette. All is waldy bonums. Blownose
aerios we luft to you! Firebugs, good blazes! Lubbers, kepp your poudies
drier! Seamen, we segn your skivs and wives!
Seven ills so barely as centripunts havd
I habt, seaventy seavens for circumference inkeptive are your hill prospect.
Braid Black fordrock, the Calton, the Liberton, Craig and Lockharts,
A. Costofino, R. Thursitt. The chort of Nicholas Within was my guide and
I raised a dome on the wherewithouts of Michan: by awful tors my wellworth
building sprang sky spearing spires, cloud cupoled campaniles: further
this. By fineounce and im posts I got and grew and by grossscruple gat
I grown outreaches ly: murage and lestage were my mains for Ouerlords
tithing and my drains for render and prender the doles and the tribute:
I was merely out of my mint with all the percussors on my braincap till
I struck for myself and muched morely by token: to Sirrherr of Gambleden
ruddy money, to Madame of Pitymount I loue yous. Paybads floriners moved
in hugheknots against us and I matt them, pepst to papst, barthelemew:
milreys (mark!) on fell, and (Luc!) I arose Daniel in Leonden. Bulafests
onvied me, Corkcuttas graatched. Atabey! I braved Brien Berueme to berow
him against the Loughlins, all her tolkies shraking: Fugabollags! Lusquau
bout! If they had ire back of eyeball they got danage on front tooth:
theres were revelries at ridottos, here was rivalry in redoubt: I wegschicked
Duke Wellinghof to reshockle Roy Shackleton: Walhalloo, Walhalloo, Walhalloo,
mourn in plein! Under laws marshall and warschouw did I thole till
leads plumbate, ping on pang, reliefed me. I made praharfeast upon
acorpolous and fastbroke down in Neederthorpe. I let faireviews in on
slobodens but ranked rothgardes round wrathmindsers: I bathandbaddend
on mendicity and I corocured off the unoculated. Who can tell their tale
whom I filled ad liptum on the plain of Soulsbury? With three hunkered
peepers and twa and twas! For sleeking beauties I spinned their nightinveils,
to slumbred beast I tummed the thief air. Round the musky moved a mur
mel but mewses whinninaird and belluas zoomed: tendulcis tunes like water
parted fluted up from the westinders while from gorges in the east came
the strife of ourangoontangues. All in my thicville Escuterre ofen was
thorough fear but in the meck ling of my burgh Belvaros was the site forbed:
tuberclerosies I reized spudfully from the murphyplantz Hawkinsonia and
berri berries from the pletoras of the Irish shou. I heard my liberti
lands making free through their curraghcoombs, my trueblues hurusalaming
before Wailingtones Wall: I richmounded the rainelag in my bathtub
of roundwood and conveyed it with cheers and cables, roaring mighty shouts,
through my longer tubes of elm: out of fundness for the outozone I carried
them amd curried them in my Putzemdown cars to my Kommeandine hotels:
I made sprouts fontaneously from Philuppe Sobriety in the coupe thats
cheyned for noon inebriates: when they weaned weary of that bibbing I
made infusion more infused: sowerpacers of the vinegarth, obtemperate
unto me! When you think me in my coppeecuffs look in ware would you meckamockame,
as you pay in caabmans sheltar tot the ites like you corss the tees.
W\herefore watch ye well! For, while I oplooked the first of Januss
straight, I downsaw the last of Christmas steps: syndic podestril and
on the rates, I for indigent and intendente: in Forum Foster I demosthrenated
my folksfiendship, enmy pupuls felt my burk was no worse than their brite:
Sapphrageta and Consciencia were undecidedly attached to me but the maugher
machrees and the auntieparthenopes my schwalby words with litted spongelets
set their soakye pokeys and botchbons afume: Fletcher-Flemmings, elisaboth,
how interquackeringly they ro gated me, their golden one, I inhesitant
made replique: Mesde memdes to leursieuresponsor: and who in hillsaide,
dont you let flyfire till you see their whites of the bunkers
eyes! Mr An swers: Brimgem young, bringem young, bringem young!: in my
bethel of Solymans I accouched their rotundaties and I turn keyed
most insultantly over raped lutetias in the lock: I gave bax of biscums
to the jacobeaters and pottage bakes to the esausted; I dehlivered them
with freakandesias by the constant droppings from my smalls instalmonths
while I titfortotalled up their farinadays for them on my slatapers
slate with my chandners chauk: I jaunted on my jingelbrett rapt
in neckloth and sashes, and I beggered about the amnibushes like belly
in a bowle. In the humanity of my heart I sent out heyweywomen to refresh
the ballwearied and then, doubling megalopolitan poleetness, my great
great greatest of these charities, devaleurised the base fellows for the
curtailment of their lower man: with a slog to square leg I sent my boundary
to Botany Bay and I ran up a score and four of mes while the Yanks were
huckling the Em pire: I have been reciping om omominous letters and widely
signed petitions full of pieces of pottery about my monumental ness as
a thingabolls and I have been inchanting causeries to the feshest cheoilboys
so that they are allcalling on me for the song of a birtch: the more secretely
bi built, the more openly palas tered. Attent! Couch hear! I have becket
my vonderbilt hutch in sunsmidnought and at morningrise was encampassed
of mushroofs. Rest and bethinkful, with licence, thanks. I con sidered
the lilies on the veldt and unto Balkis did I disclothe mine glory. And
this. This missy, my taughters, and these man, my son, from my fief of
the villa of the Ostmanorum to Thor stans, recte Thomars Sraid,
and from Huggin Pleaze to William Inglis his house, that man de Loundres,
in all their barony of Saltus, bonders and foeburghers, helots and zelots,
strutting oges and swaggering macks, the darsy jeamses, the drury joneses,
redmaids and bleucotts, in hommage all and felony, all who have received
tickets, fair home overcrowded, tidy but very litt}e furniture, respectable,
whole family attends daily mass and is dead sick of bread and butter,
sometime in the militia, mentally strained from reading work on German
physics, shares closet with eight other dwellings, more than respectable,
getting com fortable parish relief, wageearner freshly shaven from prison,
highly respectable, planning new departure in Mountgomery cyclefinishing,
eldest son will not serve but peruses Big-man-up in-the-Sky scraps, anoopanadoon
lacking backway, quasi respec table, pays ragman in bones for faded windowcurtains,
staircase continually lit up with guests, particularly respectable, house
lost in dirt and blocked with refuse, getting on like Roes dis tillery
on fire, slovenly wife active with the jug, in business for himself, has
a tenth illegitimate coming, partly respectable, following correspondence
courses, chucked work over row, both cheeks kissed at levee by late marquess
of Zetland, sharing closet which is profusely written over with eleven
other subscribers, once respectable, open hallway pungent of Baltic dishes,
bangs kept womans head against wall thereby disturbing neighbours,
private chapel occupies return landing, removal every other quarter day,
case one of peculiar hopelessness, most respectable, nightsoil has to
be removed through snoring household, eccen tric naval officer not quite
steady enjoys weekly churchwarden and laugh while reading foreign pictorials
on clumpstump before door, known as the trap, widow rheumatic and chars,
haunted, condemned and execrated, of dubious respectability, tools too
costly pledged or uninsured, reformed philanthropist whenever feasible
takes advantage of unfortunates against dilapidating ashpits, serious
student is eating his last dinners, floor dangerous for unaccompanied
old clergymen, thoroughly respectable, many uncut pious books in evidence,
nearest watertap two hundred yards run away, fowl and bottled gooseberry
frequently on table, man has not had boots off for twelve months, infant
being taught to hammer flat piano, outwardly respectable, sometimes hears
from titled connection, one foot of dust between banister and cracked
wall, wife cleans stools, eminently respectable, otta wark and regular
loafer, should be operated would she consent, deplorable rent in roof,
claret cellar cobwebbed since the ponti ficate of Leo, wears drill trousers
and collects rare buddhas, underages very treacly and verminous have to
be separated, sits up with fevercases for one and threepence, owns two
terraces (back to back breeze), respectable in every way, harmless im
becile supposingly weakminded, a sausage every Sunday, has a staff of
eight servants, outlook marred by neer-do-wells using the laneway,
lieabed sons go out with sisters immediately after dark, has never seen
the sea, travels always with her eleven trunks of clothing, starving cat
left in disgust, the pink of re spectability, resting after colonial service,
labours at plant, the despair of his many benefactresses, calories exclusively
from Rowntrees and dumplings, one bar of sunlight does them all january
and half february, the V. de Vs (animal diet) live in five storied
semidetached but rarely pay tradesmen, went security for friend who absconded,
shares same closet with fourteen simi lar cottages and an illfamed lodginghouse,
more respectable than some, teawidow pension but held to purchase, inherited
silk hat from father-in-law, head of domestic economy never mentioned,
queery how they live, reputed to procure, last four occupants carried
out, mental companionship with mates only, respecta bility unsuccessfully
aimed at, copious holes emitting mice, de coration from Uganda chief in
locked ivory casket, grandmother has advanced alcoholic amblyopia, the
terror of Goodmens Field, and respected and respectable, as respectable
as respec table can respectably be, though their orable amission were
the herrors I could have expected, all, let them all come, they are my
villeins,with chartularies I have talledged them. Wherfor I will and firmly
command, as I willed and firmly commanded, upon my royal word and cause
the great seal now to be affixed, that from the farthest of the farther
of their fathers to their childrens chil drens children they
do inhabit it and hold it for me unencum bered and my heirs, firmly and
quietly, amply and honestly, and with all the liberties and free customs
which the men of Tol bris, a city of Tolbris, have at Tolbris, in the
county of their city and through whole my land. Hereto my vouchers, knive
and snuffbuchs. Fee for farm. Enwreak us wrecks. Struggling forlongs I
have livramentoed, milles on milles of mancipelles. Lo, I have looked
upon my pumpadears in their easancies and my drummers have tattled tall
tales of me in the land: in morgenattics litt I hope, in seralcellars
louched I bleakmealers: on my siege of my mighty I was parciful of my
subject but in street wauks that are darkest I debelledem superb: I deemed
the drugtails in my pettycourts and domstered dustyfeets in my husinclose:
at Guys they were swathed, at Foulkes slashed, the game for
a Gomez, the loy for a lynch: if I was magmonimoss as staidy lavgiver
I revolucanized by my eructions: the hye and bye wayseeds I scattered
em, in my graben fields sew sowage I gathered em: in Sheridans Circle
my wits repose, in black pitts of the pestered Lenfant he is dummed. (Hearts
of Oak, may ye root to piece! Rechabites obstain! Clayed sheets, pineshrouded,
wake not, walk not! Sigh lento, Morgh!) Quo warranto has his greats my
soliven and puissant lord V. king regards for me and he has given to me
my necknamesh (flister it!) which is second fiddler to nomen. These be
my genteelician arms. At the crest, two young frish, etoiled, flappant,
devoiled of their habiliments, vested sable, with drewers argent. For
the boss a coleopter, pondant, partifesswise, blazoned sinister, at the
slough, proper. In the lower field a terce of lanciers, shaking unsheathed
shafts, their arms crossed in sal tire, embusked, sinople. Motto, in letters
portent: Hery Crass Evohodie. Idle were it, repassing from elserground
to the elder disposition, to inquire whether I, draggedasunder, be the
forced generation of group marriage, holocryptogam, of my essenes, or
carried of cloud from land of locust, in ouzel galley borne, I, huddled
til summone be the massproduct of teamwork, three surtouts wripped up
in itchothers, two twin pritticoaxes lived as one, troubled in trine
or dubildin too, for abram nude be I or roberoyed with the faineans, of
Feejeean grafted ape on merfish, surrounded by obscurity, by my virtus
of creation and by boon of promise, by my natural born freemans
journeymanright and my otherchurchs inher light, in so and such
a manner as me it so besitteth, most surely I pretend and reclam to opt
for simul taneous. Till daybowbreak and showshadows flee. Thus be hek.
Verily! Verily! Time, place!
- What is your numb? Bun!
- Who gave you that numb? Poo!
- Have you put in all your sparepennies?
Im listening. Sree!
- Keep clear of propennies! Fore!
- Mr Televox, Mrs Taubiestimm and invisible
friends! I may may mean to say. Annoyin part of it was, had faithful Fulvia,
following the wiening courses of this world, turned her back on her ways
to gon on uphills upon search of louvers, brunette men of Earalend, Chief
North Paw and Chief Goes in Black Water and Chief Brown Pool and Chief
Night Cloud by the Deeps, or again had Fluvia, amber whitch she was, left
her chivily crookcrook crocus bed at the bare suggestions of some prolling
bywaymen from Moabit who could have abused of her, the foxrogues, there
might accrue advantage to ask wher in pellmell her deceivers sinned. Yet
know it was vastly otherwise which I have heard it by mmummy goods waif,
as I, chiefly endmost hartyly aver, for Fulvia Fluvia, iddle woman to
the plusneeborn, ever did ensue tillstead the things that pertained unto
fairnesse, this wharom I am fawned on, that which was loost. Even so,
for I waged love on her: and spoiled her undines. And she wept: O my lors!
- Till we meet!
- Ere we part!
- This time a hundred years!
- But I was firm with her. And I did take
the reached of my delights, my jealousy, ymashkt, beyashmakt, earswathed,
snout snooded, and did raft her flumingworthily and did leftlead her overland
the pace, from lacksleap up to liffsloup, tiding down, as portreeve should,
whimpering by Kevins creek and Hurdlesford and Gardeners Mall,
long rivierside drive, embankment large, to Ringsend Flott and Ferry,
where she began to bump a little bit, my dart to throw: and there, by
wavebrink, on strond of south, with mace to masthigh, taillas Cowhowling,
quailless Highjakes, did I upreized my magicianers puntpole, the
tridont sired a tritan stock, farruler, and I bade those polyfizzyboisterous
seas to retire with hemselves from os (rookwards, thou seasea stamoror!)
and I abridged with domfine norsemanship till I had done abate her maidan
race, my baresark bride, and knew her fleshly when with all my bawdy did
I her whorship, min bryllupswibe: Heaven, he hallthundered; Heydays, he
flung blissforhers. And I cast my tenspan joys on her, arsched over tupped,
from bank of call to echobank, by dint of strongbow (Galata! Galata!)
so streng we were in one, malestream in shegulf: and to ringstresse I
thumbed her with iern of Erin and tradesmanmarked her lieflang mine for
all and singular, iday, igone, imorgans, and for ervigheds: base your
peak, you! you, strike your flag!: (what screech of shippings! what low
of dampf bulls!): from Livland, hoks zivios, from Lettland, skall vives!
With Impress of Asias and Queen Columbia for her pairanymphs and the singing
sands for herbrides music: goosegaze annoynted uns, canailles canzoned
and me to she her shyblumes lifted: and I pudd a name and wedlock boltoned
round her the which to carry till her grave, my durdin dearly, Appia Lippia
Pluviabilla, whiles I herr lifer amstell and been: I chained her chastemate
to grippe fiuming snugglers, her chambrett I bestank so to spunish furiosos:
I was her hochsized, her cleavunto, her everest, she was my annie, my
lauralad, my pisoved: who cut her ribbons when nought my prowes? who expoused
that havenliness to beacha lured ankerrides when not I, freipforter?:
in trinity huts they met my dame, pick of their poke for me: when I foregather
twas my sumbad, if I farseeker itch my list: had I not workit in
my cattagut with dogshunds crotts to clene and had I not gifted
of my coataways, constantonobles aim: and, fortiffed by my right
as man of capitol, I did umgyrdle her about, my vermin celly vinagerette,
with all loving kindness as far as in mans might it lay and enfranchised
her to liberties of fringes: and I gave until my lilienyounger turkeythighs
soft goods and hard ware (catalogue, passim) and ladderproof hosiery lines
(see stockingers raiment), cocquette coiffs (see Agnes hats)
and peningsworths of the best taste of knaggs of jets and silvered waterroses
and geegaws of my pretty novelties and wispywaspy frocks of redferns and
lauralworths, trancepearances such as women cattle bare and peltries piled,
the peak of Pims and Slynes and Sparrows, loomends day
lumineused luxories on looks, La Primamre, Pyrrha Pyrrhine, Or de
Reinebeau, Sourire dHiver and a crinoline, wide a shire, and pattens
for her trilibies that know she might the tortuours of the boots and bedes
of wampun with to toy and a murcery glaze of shard to mirrow, for all
daintiness by me and theetime, the cupandnaggin hour: and I wound around
my swanchens neckplace a school of shells of moyles marine to swing
their saysangs in her silents: and, upping her at kings count, her
aldritch cry oloss unheading, what though exceeding bitter, I pierced
her beak with order of the Danabrog (Cunnigs great! Soll leve! Soll
leve!): with mares greese cressets at Leonards and Dunphys
and Madonna lan thorns before quintacasas and tallonkindles spearhead
syngeing nickendbookers and mhutton lightburnes dipdippingdownes in blackholes,
the tapers of the topers and his buntingpall at hoist: for days there
was no night for nights were days and our folk had rest from Blackheathen
and the pagans from the prince of pacis: what was trembling sod quaked
no more, what were frozen loins were stirred and lived: gone the septuor,
dark deadly dismal dole ful desolate dreadful desperate, no more the tolvmaans,
bloody gloomy hideous fearful furious alarming terrible mournful sorrowful
frightful appalling: peace, perfect peace: and I hung up at Yule my duindleeng
lunas, helphelped of Kettil Flashnose, for the souperhore of my frigid
one, coloumba mea, frimosa mea, in Wastewindy tarred strate and Elgins
marble halles lamping limp from black to block, through all Livanias
volted ampire, from anodes to cathodes and from the topazolites of Mourne,
Wykinloeflare, by Arklows sapphire siomens lure and Wexter
fords hook and crook lights to the polders of Hy Kinsella: avenyue
ceen my peurls ahumming, the crown to my estuarine munipicence?: three
firths of the sea I swept with draughtness and all ennempties I bottled
em up in bellomport: when I stab marooned jack and maturin I was a bad
boys bogey but it was when I went on to sankt piotersbarq that they
gave my devil his dues: what is seizer can hack in the old wold a sawyer
may hew in the green: on the island of Breasil the wildth of me perished
and I took my plowshure sadly, feeling pity for me sored: where bold OConnee
weds on Alta Mahar, the tawny sprawling beside that silver burn, I sate
me and settled with the little crither of my hearth: her intellects I
charmed with I calle them utile thoughts, her turlyhyde I plumped with
potatums for amiens pease in plenty: my biblous beadells shewed her triumphs
of craftygild pageantries, loftust Adam, duffed our cousterclother, Conn
and Owel with cortoppled baskib, Sire Noeh Guinnass, exposant of his bargeness
and Lord Joe Starr to hump the body of the camell: I screwed the Emperor
down with ninepins gaelic with sixpenny hapennies for his hanger on: my
worthies were bissed and trissed from Joshua to Godfrey but my processus
prophetarum they would have plauded to perpetuation. Moral: book to besure,
- Hes not all buum and bully.
- But his members handly food him.
- Stevings grain fors greet
- The S. S. Paudraics in the harbour.
- And after these things, I fed her, my
carlen, my barelean lin steer, upon spiceries for her garbage breath,
italics of knobby lauch and the rich morsel of the marrolebone and shains
of gar leeks and swinespepper and gothakrauts and pinkee dillisks, primes
of meshallehs and subleties in jellywork, come the feast of Saint Pancreas,
and shortcake nutrients for Paas and Pingsters pudding, bready and
nutalled and potted flesh neats from store dampkookin, and the drugs of
Kafa and Jelupa and shallots out of Ascalon, feeding her food convenient
herfor, to pass them into earth: and to my saffronbreathing mongoloid,
the skinsyg, I gave Biorwiks powlver and Ulivs oils, unguents
of cuticure, for the swarthy searchalls face on her, with handewers
and groinscrubbers and a carrycam to teaze her tussy out, the brown but
combly, a mopsas broom to duist her sate, and clubmoss and wolves
foot for her more moister wards (amazing efficiencies!): and, my shopsoiled
doveling, when weeks of kindness kinly civicised, in our saloons esquirial,
with fineglas bowbays, draped embrasures and giltedged librariums, I did
devise my telltale sports at even bread to wring her withers limberly,
wheatears, slapbang, drapier-cut-dean, bray, nap, spinado and ranter-go-round:
we had our lewd mayers and our lairdie meiresses kiotowing and smuling
fullface on us out of their framous latenesses, oilclothed over for cohabitation
and allpointed by Hind: Tamlane the Cus sacke, Dirk Wettingstone, Pieter
Stuyvesant, Outlawrie ONiell, Mrs Currens, Mrs Reyson-Figgis, Mrs
Dattery, and Mrs Pruny Quetch: in hym we trust, footwash and sects principles,
apply to overseer, Amos five six: she had dabblingtime for exhibiting
her grace of aljambras and duncingk the bloodanoobs in her vaux halls
while I, dizzed and dazed by the lumpty thumpty of our interloopings,
fell clocksure off my ballast: in our windtor palast it vampared for elenders,
we lubded Sur Gudd for the sleep and the ghoasts: she chauffed her fuesies
at my Wigans jewels while she skalded her mermeries on my Snorrysons
Sagos: in pay cooks thronsaale she domineered, lecking icies off
the dormer panes all admired her in camises: on Rideau Row Duanna dwells,
you merk well what you see: let wellth were I our pantocreator would theirs
be tights for the gods: in littleritt reddinghats and cindery yellows
and tinsel and glitter and bibs under hoods: I made nusance of many well
pressed champdamors and peddled freely in the scrub: I foredreamed for
thee and more than full maked: I prevened for thee in the haunts that
joybelled frail light a-leaves for sturdy traemen: pelves ad hombres sumus:
I said to the shiftless prostitute; let me be your fodder; and to rodies
and prater brothers; Chau, Camerade!: evangel of good tidings, om nient
as the Healers word, for the lost, loathsome and whomso ever will:
who, in regimentation through liberal donation in co ordination for organisation
of their installation and augmenta tion plus some annexation and amplification
without precipita tion towards the culmination in latification of what
was formerly their utter privation, competence, cheerfulness, usefulness
and the meed, shall, in their second adams, all be made alive: my tow
tugs steered down canal grand, my lighters lay longside on Regalia Water.
And I built in Urbs in Rure, for minne elskede, my shiny brows, under
astrolobe from my upservatory, an erd closet with showne ejector wherewithin
to be squatquit in most covenience from her sabbath needs, when open noise
should stilled be: did not I festfix with mortarboard my unniversiries,
wholly rational and gottalike, sophister agen sorefister, life sizars
all?: was I not rosetted on two stellas of little egypt? had not I rockcut
readers, hieros, gregos and democriticos?: triscastellated, bimedallised:
and by my sevendialled changing charties Hiberns ka Ulitzas made not I
to pass through twelve Threadneedles and Newgade and Vicus Veneris to
cooinsight?: my camels walk, kolossa kolossa! no porte sublimer
benared my ghates: Oi polled ye many but my fews were chousen (Voter,
voter, early voter, he was never too oft for old Sarum): terminals four
my staties were, the Geenar, the Greasouwea, the Debwickweck, the Mif
greawis. And I sept up twinminsters, the pro and the con, my stavekirks
wove so norcely of peeled wands and attachatouchy floodmud, now all loosebrick
and stonefest, freely masoned arked for covennanters and shinners
rifuge: descent from above on us, Hagiasofia of Astralia, our orisons
thy nave and absedes, our aeone tone aeones thy studvaast vault; Hams,
circuitise! Shemites, retrace!: horns, hush! no barkeys! hereround ist
holied!: all truanttrulls made I comepull, all rubbeling gnomes I pushed,
gowgow: Cassels, Redmond, Gandon, Deane, Shep perd, Smyth, Neville, Heaton,
Stoney, Foley, Farrell, Vnost with Thorneycroft and Hogan too: sprids
serve me! gobelins guard!: tect my tileries (O tribes! O gentes!), keep
my keep, the peace of my four great ways: oathiose infernals to Booth
Salvation, arcane celestials to Sweatenburgs Welhell!! My seven wynds
I trailed to maze her and ever a wynd had saving closes and all these
closes flagged with the gust, hoops for her, hatsoff for him and ruffles
through Neeblows garding: and that was why Blabus was razing his
wall and eltering the suzannes of his nighboors: and thirdly, for ewigs,
I did reform and restore for my smuggy piggiesknees, my sweet coolocked,
my auburn coyquailing one, her paddypalace on the crossknoll with massgo
bell, sixton clashcloshant, duominous and muezzatinties to commind the
fit ful: doom adimdim adoom adimadim: and the oragel of the lauds to tellforths
glory: and added thereunto a shallow laver to slub out her hellfire and
posied windows for her oriel house: gospelly pewmillieu, christous pewmillieu:
zackbutts babazounded, ollguns tararulled: and she sass her nach, chillybombom
and forty bon nets, upon the altarstane. May all have mossyhonours!
- And wholehail, snaeffell, dreardrizzle
or sleetshowers of bless ing, where it froze in chalix eller swum in the
vestry, with fairskin book and ruling rod, vein of my vergin page, her
chastener ever I did learn my little ana countrymouse in alphabeater cameltem
per, from alderbirk to tannenyou, with myraw rattan atter dun drum; ooah,
oyir, oyir, oyir: and I did spread before my Livvy, where Lord street
lolls and ladies linger and Cammomile Pass cuts Primrose Rise and Coney
Bend bounds Mulbreys Island but never a blid had bledded or bludded since
long agore when the whole blighty acre was bladey well pessovered, my
selvage mats of lecheworked lawn, my carpet gardens of Guerdon City, with
chopes pyramidous and mousselimes and beaconphires and colos sets and
pensilled turisses for the busspleaches of the summira mies and esplanadas
and statuesques and templeogues, the Par donell of Maynooth, Fra Teobaldo,
Nielsen, rare admirable, Jean de Porteleau, Conall Gretecloke, Guglielmus
Caulis and the eiligh ediculous Passivucant (gloriettas inexcellsiored!):
for irkdays and for folliedays till the comple anniums of calendarias,
gregoro maios ant gypsyjuliennes as such are pleased of theirs to walk:
and I planted for my own hot lisbing lass a quickset vineyard and I fenced
it about with huge Chesterfield elms and Kentish hops and rigs of barlow
and bowery nooks and greenwished villas and pampos animos and (N.I.) necessitades
iglesias and pons for aguaducks: a hawthorndene, a feyrieglenn, the hallaw
vall, the dyrchace, Finmarks Howe, against lickybudmonth and gleaner
month with a magicscene wall (rimrim! rimrim!) for a Queens garden
of her phoenix: and (hush! hush!) I brewed for my alpine plurabelle, wigwarming
wench, (speakeasy!) my granvilled brand old Dublin lindub, the free, the
froh, the frothy freshener, puss, puss, pussyfoot, to split the spleen
of her maw: and I laid down before the trotters to my eblanite my stony
battered waggon ways, my nordsoud circulums, my eastmoreland and westland
more, running boullowards and syddenly parading, (hearsemen, opslo! nuptiallers,
get storting!): whereon, in mantram of true men like yahoomen (expect
till dutc cundoctor summoneth him all fahrts to pay, velkommen all hankinhunkn
in this vongn of Hoseyeh!), claudesdales withe arabinstreeds, Roamer Reichs
rickyshaws with Hispains Kings trompateers, madridden mustangs,
buckarestive bronchos, poster shays and turnintaxis, and tall tall tilburys
and nod nod noddies, others gigging gaily, some sedated in sedans: my
priccoping gents, aroger, aroger, my dam sells softsidesaddled, covertly,
covertly, and Lawdy Dawe a perch behind: the mule and the hinny and the
jennet and the mustard nag and piebald shjelties and skewbald awknees
steppit lively (lift ye the left and rink ye the right!) for her pleashadure:
and she lalaughed in her diddydid domino to the switcheries of the whip.
Down with them! Kick! Playup! Mattahah! Marahah! Luahah! Joahanahanahana!