He stanth theirs mun in his natural, oblious autamnesically of his very proprium, (such is stockpot leaden, so did sonsepun crake) the wont to be wanton maid a will to be wise. Thrust from the light, apophotorejected, he spoors loves from her heats. He blinkth. But’s wrath’s the higher where those wreathe charity. For all of these have been thisworlders, time liquescing into state, pitiless age grows angelhood. Though, as he stehs, most anysing may befallhim from a song of a witch to the totter of Blackarss, given a fammished devil, a young sourceress and (eternal con- junction) the permission of overalls with the cuperation of night- shirt. If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist. And what wonder with the murkery vice- heid in the shade? The specks on his lapspan are his foul deed thougths, wishmarks of mad imogenation. Take they oﬀ! Make the oﬀ! But Funnylegs are leanly. A bimbamb bum! They vain would convert the to be hers in the word. Gush, they wooed! Gash, they’re fair ripecherry!
As for she could shake him. An oaf, no more. Still he’d be good tutor two in his big armschair lerningstoel and she be waxen in his hands. Turning up and ﬁngering over the most dan- tellising peaches in the lingerous longerous book of the dark. Look at this passage about Galilleotto! I know it is diﬃcult but when your goche I go dead. Turn now to this patch upon Smac- chiavelluti! Soot allours, he’s sure to spot it! ’Twas ever so in monitorology since Headmaster Adam became Eva Harte’s toucher,
in omnibus moribus et temporibus, with man’s mischief in his mind whilst her pupils swimmed too heavenlies, let his be exaspirated, letters be blowed! I is a femaline person. O, of pro- vocative gender. U unisingular case.Which is why trumpers are mixed up in duels and here’s B. Rohan meets N. Ohlan for the prize of a thou.
But listen to the mocking birde to micking barde making bared! We’ve heard it aye since songdom was gemurrmal. As he was
queering his shoolthers. So was I. And as I was cleansing my fausties. So was he. And as way ware puﬃing our blowbags. Souwouyou.
Come, thrust! Go, parry! Dvoinabrathran, dare! The mad long ramp of manchind’s parlements, the learned lacklearning, merciless as wonderful.
Now may Saint Mowy of the Pleasant Grin be your ever- glass and even prospect!
Feeling dank. Exchange, reverse.
And may Saint Jerome of the Harlots’ Curse make family three of you which is much abedder!

And each was wrought with his other. And his continence fell. The bivitellines, Metellus and Ametallikos, her crown pretenders, obscindgemeinded biekerers, varying directly, uruseye each oxes- other, superfetated (never cleaner of lamps frowned ﬁercelier on anointer of hinges), while their treegrown girls, king’s game, if he deign so, are in such transfusion just to know twigst timidy twomeys, for gracious sake, who is artthoudux from whose heterotropic, the sleepy or the glouch, for, shyly bawn and showly nursured, exceedingly nice girls can strike exceedingly bad times unless so richtly chosen’s by (what though of riches he have none and hope dashes hope on his heart’s horizon) to gar their great moments greater. The thing is he must be put strait on the spot, no mere waterstichystuﬀ in a selfmade world that you can’t believe a word he’s written in, not for pie, but one’s only owned by naturel rejection. Charley, you’re my darwing! So sing they sequent the assent of man. Till they go round if they go roundagain before breakparts and all dismissed. They keep. Step keep. Step. Stop. Who is Fleur? Where is Ange? Or Gardoun?
Creedless, croonless hangs his haughty.  Braglodyte him do a katadupe!  He does not know how his grandson’s grandson’s grandson’s grandson will stammer up
in Peruvian for in the ersebest idiom I have done it equals I so shall do. He dares not think why the grandmother of the grand- mother of his grandmother’s grandmother coughed Russky with suchky husky accent since in the mouthart of the slove look at me now means I once was otherwise. Nor that the mappamund has been changing pattern as youth plays moves from street to street since time and races were and wise ants hoarded and saute- relles were spendthrifts, no thing making newthing wealthshow- ever for a silly old Sol, healthytobedder and latewiser. Nor that the turtling of a London’s alderman is ladled out by the waggerful to the regionals of pigmyland. His part should say in honour bound: So help me symethew, sammarc, selluc and singin, I will stick to you, by gum, no matter what, bite simbum, and in case of the event coming oﬀ beforehand even so you was to release me for the sake of the other cheap girl’s baby’s name plaster me but I will pluckily well pull on the buckskin gloves! But Noodynaady’s actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines.
Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before for she is wearing none of the three. And quite as patenly there is a hole in the ballet trough which the rest fell out. Because to ex- plain why the residue is, was, or will not be, according to the eighth axiom, proceeded with, namely, since ever apart that gos- san duad, so sure as their’s a patch on a pomelo, this yam ham in never live could, the shifting about of the lassies, the tug of love of their lads ending with a great deal of merriment, hoots, screams, scarf drill, cap fecking, ejaculations of aurinos, reecho- able mirthpeals and general thumbtonosery (Myama’s a yaung yaung cauntry), one must recken with the sudden and gigant- esquesque appearance unwithstandable as a general election in Barnado’s bearskin amongst the brawlmiddle of this village chil- dergarten of the largely longsuﬀering laird of Lucanhof.
But, vrayedevraye Blankdeblank, god of all machineries and tomestone of Barnstaple, by mortisection or vivisuture, splitten up or recompounded, an isaac jacquemin mauromormo milesian, how accountibus for him, moreblue?
Was he pitssched for an ensemple as certain have dognosed of him against our seawall by Rurie, Thoath and Cleaver, those three stout sweynhearts, Orion of the Orgiasts, Meereschal Mac- Muhun, the Ipse dadden, product of the extremes giving quoti- dients to our means, as might occur to anyone, your brutest layaman with the princest champion in our archdeaconry, or so yclept from Clio’s clippings, which the chroncher of chivalries is sulpicious save he scan, for ancients link with presents as the human chain extends, have done, do and will again as John, Poly- carp and Irenews eye-to-eye ayewitnessed and to Paddy Palmer, while monks sell yew to archers or the water of the livvying goes the way of all ﬁsh from Sara’s drawhead, the corralsome, to Isaac’s, the lauphed butt one, with her minnelisp extorreor to his moanolothe inturned? So Perrichon with Bastienne or heavy Humph with airy Nan, Ricqueracqbrimbillyjicqueyjocqjolicass? How sowesthow,
dullcisamica? A and aa ab ad abu abiad. A babbel men dub gulch of tears.The mar of murmury mermers to the mind’s ear, uncharted rock, evasive weed. Only the caul knows his thousandﬁrst name, Hocus Crocus, Esquilocus, Finnﬁnn the Faineant, how feel full foes in furrinarr! Doth it not all come aft to you, puritysnooper, in the way television opes longtimes ofter when Potollomuck Sotyr or Sourdanapplous the Lollapaloosa? The charges are, you will remember, the chances are, you won’t; bit it’s old Joe, the Java Jane, older even than Odam Costollo, and we are recur- rently meeting em, par Mahun Mesme, in cycloannalism, from space to space, time after time, in various phases of scripture as in various poses of sepulture. Greets Godd, Groceries! Merodach! Defend the King! Hoet of the rough throat attack but whose say is soft but whose ee has a cute angle, he whose hut is a hissarlik even as her hennin’s aspire. And insodaintily she’s a quine of selm ashaker while as a murder of corpse when his magot’s up he’s the best berrathon sanger in all the aisles of Skaldignavia. As who shall hear. For now at last is Longabed going to be gone to, that more than man, prince of Bunnicombe of wide roadsterds, the herblord the gillyﬂowrets so fain fan to ﬂatter about. Artho is the
name is on the hero, Capellisato, shoehanded slaughterer of the shader of our leaves.
Attach him! Hold!
Yet stir thee, to clay, Tamor!
Why wilt thou erewaken him from his earth, O summonor- other: he is weatherbitten from the dusts of ages? The hour of his closing hies to hand; the tocsin that shall claxonise his ware- abouts. If one who remembered his webgoods and tealofts were to ask of a hooper for whose it was the storks were quitting Aquileyria, this trundler would not wot; if other who joined faith when his depth charge bombed our barrel spillway were to —! Jehosophat, what doom is here! Rain ruth on them, sire! The wing of Moykill cover him! The Bulljon Bossbrute quarantee him! Calavera, caution! Slaves to Virtue, save his Veritotem! Bearara Tolearis,
procul abeat! The Ivorbonegorer of Danamara- ca be, his Hector Protector! Woldomar with Vasa, peel your peeps! And try to saviourise the nights of labour to the order of our blooding worold! While Pliny the Younger writes to Pliny the Elder his calamolumen of contumellas, what Aulus Gellius picked on Micmacrobius and what Vitruvius pocketed from Cassiodorus. Like we larnt from that Buke of Lukan in Dublin’s capital, Kongdam Coombe. Even if you are the kooper of the winkel over measure never lost a licence. Nor a duckindonche divulse from hath and breakfast. And for the honour of Alcohol drop that you-know-what-I’ve-come-about-I-saw-your-act air!Punch may be pottleproud but his Judy’s a wife’s wit better.
For the producer (Mr John Baptister Vickar) caused a deep abuliousness to descend upon the Father of Truants and, at a side issue, pluterpromptly brought on the scene the cutletsized con- sort, foundling ﬁlly of fortyshilling fostertailor and shipman’s shopahoyden, weighing ten pebble ten, scaling ﬁve footsy ﬁve and spanning thirtyseven inchettes round the good companions, twentynine ditties round the wishful waistress, thirtyseven alsos round the answer to everything, twentythree of the same round each of the quis separabits, fourteen round the beginning of hap- piness and nicely nine round her shoed for slender.
And eher you could pray mercy to goodness or help with your hokey or mehokeypoo, Gallus’s hen has collared her pullets. That’s where they have owreglias for. Their bone of contention, ﬂesh to their thorns, prest as Prestissima, makes oﬀ in a thinkling (and not one hen only nor two hens neyther but every blessed brigid came aclucking and aclacking), while, a rum a rum, the ram of all harns, Bier, Wijn, Spirituosen for consumption on the premises, advokaat withouten pleaders, Mas marrit, Pas poulit, Ras ruddist of all, though ﬂamifestouned from galantiﬂoures, is hued and cried of each’s colour.
Home all go. Halome. Blare no more ramsblares, oddmund barkes! And cease your fumings, kindalled bushies! And sherri- goldies yeassymgnays; your wildeshaweshowe moves swiftly sterneward! For here the holy language. Soons to come. To pausse.
’Tis goed. Het best.
For they are now tearing, that is, teartoretorning. Too soon are coming tasbooks and goody, hominy bread and bible bee, with jaggery-yo to juju-jaw, Fine’s French phrases from the Grandmère des Grammaires and bothered parsenaps from the Four Massores, Mattatias, Marusias, Lucanias, Jokinias, and what happened to our eleven in thirtytwo antepostdating the Valgur Eire and why is limbo where is he and what are the sound waves saying ceased ere they all wayed wrong and Amnist anguished axes Collis and where ﬁshngaman fetched the mongafesh from and whatfor paddybird notplease rancoon and why was Sindat sitthing on him sitbom like a saildior, with what the doc did in the doil, not to mention deﬁne the hydraulics of common salt and, its denier crid of old provaunce, where G.P.O. is zentrum and
D.U.T.C. are radients write down by the frequency of the scores and crores of your refractions the valuations in the pice of ding- gyings on N.C.R. and S.C.R.
 Singabed sulks before slumber. Light at night has an alps on his druckhouse. Thick head and thin butter or after you with me. Caspi, but gueroligue stings the air. Gaylegs to riot of us! Gallocks to laﬀt!
What is amaid today todo? So angelland all weeping bin that Izzy most unhappy is. Fain Essie ﬁe onhapje? laughs her stella’s vispirine.
While, running about their ways, going and coming, now at rhimba rhomba, now in trippiza trappaza, pleating a pattern Gran Geamatron showed them of gracehoppers, auntskippers and coney- farm leppers, they jeerilied along, durian gay and marian maid- cap, lou Dariou beside la Matieto, all boy more all girl singout- feller longa house blong store Huddy, whilest nin nin nin nin that Boorman’s clock, a winny on the tinny side, ninned nin nin nin nin, about old Father Barley how he got up of a morning arley and he met with a plattonem blondes named Hips and Haws and fell in with a fellows of Trinity some header Skowood Shaws like (You’ll catch it, don’t fret, Mrs Tummy Lupton! Come indoor, Scoﬀynosey, and shed your swank!) auld Daddy Deacon who could stow well his place of beacon but he never could hold his kerosene’s candle to (The nurse’ll give it you, stickypots! And you wait, my lasso, fecking the twine!) bold Farmer Burleigh who wuck up in a hurlywurly where he huddly could wuddle to wal- low his weg tillbag of the baker’s booth to beg of (You’re well held now, Missy Cheekspeer, and your panto’s oﬀ! Fie, for shame, Ruth Wheatacre, after all the booz said!) illed Diddiddy Achin for the prize of a pease of bakin with a pinch of the panch of the ponch in jurys for (Ah, crabeyes, I have you, showing oﬀ to the world with that gape in your stocking!) Wold Forrester Farley who, in deesperation of deispiration at the diasporation of his diesparation, was found of the round of the sound of the lound of the. Lukkedoerendunandurraskewdylooshoofermoyportertoo- ryzooysphalnabortansporthaokansakroidverjkapakkapuk.
Byfall. Upploud!
The play thou schouwburgst, Game, here endeth. The curtain drops by deep request.
Uplouderamain!
Gonn the gawds, Gunnar’s gustspells. When the h, who the hu, how the hue, where the huer? Orbiter onswers: lots lives lost. Fionia is fed up with Fidge Fudgesons. Sealand snorres.
Rendningrocks roguesreckning reigns. Gwds with gurs are gttrdmmrng. Hlls vlls. The timid hearts of words all exeomno- sunt. Mannagad, lammalelouh, how do that come? By Dad, youd not heed that fert? Fulgitudes ejist rowdownan tonuout. Quoq! And buncskleydoodle! Kidoosh! Of their fear they broke, they ate wind, they ﬂed; where they ate there they ﬂed; of their fear they ﬂed, they broke away.  To Mezou- zalem with the Dephilim, didits dinkun’s dud? Yip! Yup! Yar- rah! And let Nek Nekulon extol Mak Makal and let him say unto him: Immi ammi Semmi. And shall not Babel be with Lebab? And he war. And he shall open his mouth and answer: I hear, O Ismael, how they laud is only as my loud is one. If Nekulon shall be havonfalled surely Makal haven hevens.  Though you have lien amung your posspots my excellency is over Ismael. Great is him whom is over Ismael and he shall mekanek of Mak Nakulon. And he deed.
Uplouderamainagain!
For the Clearer of the Air from on high has spoken in tumbul- dum tambaldam to his tembledim tombaldoom worrild and, mogu- phonoised by that phonemanon, the unhappitents of the earth have terrerumbled from ﬁmament unto fundament and from tweedledeedumms down to twiddledeedees.
Loud, hear us!
Loud, graciously hear us!
Now have thy children entered into their habitations. And nationglad, camp meeting over, to shin it, Gov be thanked! Thou hast closed the portals of the habitations of thy children and thou hast set thy guards thereby, even Garda Didymus and Garda Domas, that thy children may read in the book of the opening of the mind to light and err not in the darkness which is the after- thought of thy nomatter by the guardiance of those guards which are thy bodemen, the cheeryboyum chirryboth with the kerry- bommers in their krubeems, Pray-your-Prayers Timothy and Back-to-Bunk Tom.
Till tree from tree, tree among trees, tree over tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever.
O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy un- litten ones! Grant sleep in hour’s time, O Loud!
That they take no chill. That they do ming no merder. That they shall not gomeet madhowiatrees.
Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laugh- ters low!
Ha he hi ho hu. Mummum.
With his broad and hairy face, to Ireland a disgrace.
Menly about peebles.
Dont retch meat fat salt lard sinks down (and out).As we there are where are we are we there from tomtittot to teetootomtotalitarian. Tea tea too oo.
Whom will comes over. Who to caps ever. And howelse do we hook our hike to ﬁnd that pint of porter place? Am shot, says the big- guard.1
Whence. Quick lunch by our left, wheel, to where. Long Livius Lane, mid Mezzofanti Mall, diagonising Lavatery Square, up Tycho Brache Crescent,2 shouldering Berkeley Alley, querﬁxing Gainsborough Carfax, under Guido d’Arezzo’s Gadeway, by New Livius Lane till where we whiled while we whithered. Old Vico Roundpoint. But fahr, be fear! And natural, simple, slavish, ﬁlial. The marriage of Montan wetting his moll we know, like any enthewsyass cuckling a hoyden3 in her rougey
unde et ubi.
sic.
imaginable itinerary through
the particular universal.
1 Rawmeash, quoshe with her girlic teangue. If old Herod with the Corm- well’s eczema was to go for me like he does Snuﬄer whatever about his blue canaries I’d do nine months for his beaver beard.
2 Mater Mary Mercerycordial of the Dripping Nipples, milk’s a queer arrangement.
3 Real life behind the ﬂoodlights as shown by the best exponents of a royal divorce.
Swiney Tod, ye Daimon Barbar!
Dig him in the rubsh!
Ungodly old Ard- rey, Cronwall beeswaxing the convulsion box.gipsylike chinkaminx pulshandjupeyjade and her petsybluse indecked o’ voylets.1 When who was wist was ware. En elv, et fjaell. And the whirr of the whins humming us howe. His hume. Hencetaking tides we haply return, trumpeted by prawns and ensigned with sea- kale, to beﬁnding ourself when old is said in one and maker mates with made (O my!), having conned the cones and meditated the mured and pondered the pensils and ogled the olymp and delighted in her dianaphous and cacchinated behind his culosses, before a mosoleum. Length Withought Breath, of him, a chump of the evums, upshoot of picnic or stupor out of sopor, Cave of Kids or Hyma- nian Glattstoneburg, denary, danery, donnery, domm, who, entiringly as he continues highly- ﬁctional, tumulous under his chthonic exterior but plain Mr Tumulty in muftilife,2 in his an- tisipiences as in his recognisances, is, (Dominic Directus) a manyfeast muniﬁcent more mob than man.
Ainsoph,3 this upright one, with that noughty besighed him zeroine. To see in his horrorscup he is mehrkurios than saltz of sulphur. Terror of the noonstruck by day, cryptogam of each nightly bridable. But, to speak broken heaventalk, is he? Who is he? Whose is he? Why is he? Howmuch is he? Which is he? When is he? Where is he?4 How is he? And what the decans is there about him
constitu- tion of the constitu-
tionable as constitu-
tional.
1 When we play dress grownup at alla ludo poker you’ll be happnessised to feel how fetching I can look in clingarounds.
2 Kellywick, Longfellow’s Lodgings, House of Comments III, Cake Walk, Amusing Avenue, Salt Hill, Co. Mahogany, Izalond, Terra Firma.
3 Groupname for grapejuice.
4 Bhing, said her burglar’s head, soto poce.
Swing the banjo, bantams,
bounce- the-baller’s
blown to fook.
Thsight near
left me eyes when I seen her put thounce otay ithpot.
Quartandwds.
Tickets for the Tailwaggers Terrierpuppy Raﬄe.anyway, the decemt man? Easy, calm your haste! Approach to lead our passage!
This bridge is upper. Cross.
Thus come to castle. Knock. 1
A password, thanks. Yes, pearse.
Well, all be dumbed! O really? 2
Hoo cavedin earthwight
At furscht kracht of thunder. 3
When shoo, his ﬂutterby, Was netted and named.4
Erdnacrusha, requiestress, wake em! And let luck’s puresplutterall lucy at ease! 5
To house as wise fool ages builded. Sow byg eat. 6
Staplering to tether to, steppingstone to mount by, as the Boote’s at Pickardstown. And that skimmelk steed still in the ground- loftfan. As over all. Or be these wingsets leaned to the outwalls, beastskin trophies of booth of Baws the balsamboards? 7 Burials be bally- houraised! So let Bacchus e’en call! Inn inn! Inn inn! Where. The babbers ply the pen. The bibbers drang the den. The papplicom, the pubblicam he’s turning tin for ten. From
proba- possible prolego- mena to ideareal history.
gnosis of precreate determina- tion. agnosis of postcreate deter- minism.
1 Yussive smirte and ye mermon answerth from his beelyingplace below the tightmark, Gotahelv!
2 O Evol, kool in the salg and ees how Dozi pits what a drows er.
3 A goodrid croven in a tynwalled tub.
4 Apis amat aram. Luna legit librum. Pulla petit pascua.
5 And after dinn to shoot the shades.
6 Says blistered Mary Achinhead to beautifed Tummy Tullbutt.
7 Begge. To go to Begge. To go to Begge and to be sure to reminder Begge. Goodbeg, buggey Begge.
Mars speaking.
Smith, no home.
Non quod sed quiat.
Hearasay in paradox lust.seldomers that most frequent him. That same erst crafty hakemouth which under the assumed name of Ignotus Loquor, of foggy old, harangued bellyhooting ﬁshdrunks on their favorite stamping ground, from a father theo- balder brake.1 And Egyptus, the incenstrobed, as Cyrus heard of him? And Major A. Shaw after he got the miner smellpex? And old Whiteman self, the blighty blotchy, beyond the bays, hope of ostrogothic and ottomanic faith converters, despair of Pandemia’s post- wartem plastic surgeons? But is was all so long ago. Hispano - Cathayan- Euxine, Castil- lian - Emeratic - Hebridian, Espanol- Cymric- Helleniky? Rolf the Ganger, Rough the Gang- ster, not a feature alike and the face the same.2 Pastimes are past times. Now let bygones be bei Gunne’s. Saaleddies er it in this warken werden, mine boerne, and it vild need older- wise 3 since primal made alter in garden of Idem. The tasks above are as the ﬂasks below, saith the emerald canticle of Hermes and all’s loth and pleasestir, are we told, on excellent inkbottle authority, solarsystemised, seriol- cosmically, in a more and more almightily expanding universe under one, there is rhyme- less reason to believe, original sun. Securely judges orb terrestrial. 4
Haud certo ergo. But O felicitous culpability, sweet bad cess to you for an archetypt!1 Huntler and Pumar’s animal alphabites, the ﬁrst in the world from aab to zoo.
2 We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the ﬂetches of ﬁghtning, we ﬂoat the meditarenias and come bask to the isle we love in spice. Punt.
3 And this once golden bee a cimadoro.
4 And he was a gay Lutharius anyway, Sinobiled. You can tell by their extraordinary clothes.
Bags. Balls.
Move up, Mackinerny! Make room for Muckinurney!Honour commercio’s energy yet aid the linkless proud, the plurable with everybody and ech with pal, this ernst of Allsap’s ale halliday of roaring month with its two lunar eclipses and its three saturnine settings! Horn of Heatthen, highbrowed! Brook of Life, back- frish! Amnios amnium, ﬂuminiculum ﬂami- nulinorum! We seek the Blessed One, the Harbourer-cum-Enheritance. Even Canaan the Hateful. Ever a-going, ever a-coming. Between a stare and a sough. Fossilisation, all branches.1 Wherefore Petra sware unto Ulma: By the mortals’ frost! And Ulma sware unto Petra: On my veiny life!
In these places sojournemus, where Eblinn water, leased of carr and fen, leaving amont her shoals and salmen browses, whom inshore breezes woo with freshets, windeth to her broads. A phantom city, phaked of philim pholk, bowed and sould for a four of hundreds of manhood in their three and threescore fylkers for a price partitional of twenty six and six. By this riverside, on our sunnybank,2 how buona the vista, by Santa Rosa! A ﬁeld of May, the very vale of Spring. Orchards here are lodged; sainted lawrels evremberried. You have a hoig view ashwald, a glen of marrons and of thorns. Gleannaulinn, Ardeevin: purty glint of plaising height. This Norman court at boundary of the ville, yon creepered tower of a church of Ereland, meet for true saints in worshipful assemblage,3 with our king’s house
archaic
zelotypia and the odium tel- eologicum.
the locali- sation of
legend leading to the legali- sation of
latifund- ism.
1 Startnaked and bonedstiﬀ. We vivvy soddy. All be dood.
2 When you dreamt that you’d wealth in marble arch do you ever think of pool beg slowe.
3 Porphyrious Olbion, redcoatliar, we were always wholly rose marines on our side every time.
In snowdrop, trou-de-dentelle, ﬂesh and helio- trope.
Here’s our dozen cousins from the starves on tripes.of stone, belgroved of mulbrey, the still that was mill and Kloster that was Yeomansland, the ghastcold tombshape of the quick fore- gone on, the loftleaved elm Lefanunian above- mansioned, each, every, all is for the retro- spectioner. Skole! Agus skole igen! Sweet- some auburn, cometh up as a selfreizing ﬂower, that fragolance of the fraisey beds: the phoenix, his pyre, is still ﬂaming away with trueprat- tight spirit: the wren his nest is niedelig as the turrises of the sabines are televisible. Here are the cottage and the bungalow for the cobbeler and the brandnewburgher:2 but Izolde, her chaplet gardens, an litlee plads af liefest pose, arride the winnerful wonders oﬀ, the winner- ful wonnerful wanders oﬀ,3 with hedges of ivy and hollywood and bower of mistletoe, are, tho if it theem tho and yeth if you pleathes,4 for the blithehaired daughter of Angoisse. All out of two barreny old perishers, Tytonyhands and Vlossyhair, a kilolitre in metromyriams. Presepeprosapia, the parent bole. Wone tabard, wine tap and warm tavern5 and, by ribbon development, from contact bridge to lease lapse, only two millium two humbered and eighty thausig nine humbered and sixty radiolumin lines to the wustworts of a Finntown’s generous poet’s oﬃce. Distorted mirage, alooﬂiest of the plain, wherein the
1 Now a muss wash the little face.
2 A viking vernacular expression still used in the Summerhill district for a jerryhatted man of forty who puts two ﬁngers into his boiling soupplate and licks them in turn to ﬁnd out if there is enough mushroom catsup in the mutton broth.
3 H’ dk’ fs’ h’p’y.
4 Googlaa pluplu.
5 Tomley. The grown man. A butcher szewched him the bloughs and braches. I’m chory to see P. Shuter.
Bet you ﬁppence, anythesious, there’s no pug- gatory, are yous game?boxomeness of the bedelias1 makes hobby- hodge happy in his hole.2 The store and charter, Treetown Castle under Lynne. Riva- pool? Hod a brieck on it! But its piers eerie, its span spooky, its toll but a till, its parapets all peripateting. D’Oblong’s by his by. Which we all pass. Tons. In our snoo. Znore. While we hickerwards the thicker. Schein. Schore. Which assoars us from the murk of the mythe- lated in the barrabelowther, bedevere butlered table round, past Morningtop’s necessity and Harington’s invention, to the clarience of the childlight in the studiorium upsturts. Here we’ll dwell on homiest powers, love at the latch with novices nig and nag. The chorus: the principals. For the rifocillation of their inclination to the manifestation of irritation: doldorboys and doll.3 After sound, light and heat, memory, will and understanding.
Here (the memories framed from walls are minding) till wranglers for wringwrowdy wready are, F , (at gaze, respecting, four- teenth baronet, meet, altrettanth bancorot, chaﬀ) and ere commence commencement cata- launic when Aetius check chokewill Attil’s gambit, (that buxon bruzeup, give it a burl!) lead us seek, O june of eves the jenniest, thou who ﬂeeest ﬂicklesome the fond fervid frondeur to thickly thyself attach with thine efteased ensuer,4 ondrawer of our uncon- scionable, ﬂickerﬂapper fore our unter-
preausteric man and his pursuit of pan-
hysteric woman.
1 I believe in Dublin and the Sultan of Turkey.
2 I have heard this word used by Martin Halpin, an old gardener from the Glens of Antrim who used to do odd jobs for my godfather, the Rev. B.B. Brophy of Swords.
3 Ravens may rive so can dove deelish.
4 A question of pull.
There was a sweet hopeful culled Cis.
The Big Bear bit the Sailor’s Only. Trouble, trouble, trouble.
Forening Unge Kristlike Kvinne.drugged,1 lead us seek, lote us see, light us ﬁnd, let us missnot Maidadate, Mimosa Multimim- etica, the maymeaminning of maimoomeining! Elpis, thou fountain of the greeces, all shall speer theeward,2 from kongen in his canteenhus to knivers hind the knoll. Ausonius Audacior and gael, gillie, gall.3 Singalingalying. Storiella as she is syung. Whence followeup with end- speaking nots for yestures, plutonically pur- suant on briefest glimpse from gladrags, pretty Proserpronette whose slit satchel spilleth peas.
Belisha beacon, beckon bright! Usherette, unmesh us! That grene ray of earong it waves us to yonder as the red, blue and yellow ﬂogs time on the domisole,4 with a blewy blow and a windigo. Where ﬂash becomes word and silents selﬂoud. To brace congeners, trebly bounden and asservaged twainly. Adamman,5 Emhe, Issossianusheen and sometypes Yggely ogs Weib. Uwayoei!6 So mag this sybilette be our shibboleth that we may syllable her well! Vetus may be occluded behind the mou in Veto but Nova will be nearing as their radient among the Nereids. A one of charmers, ay, Una Unica, charmers, who, under the branches of the elms, in shoes as yet unshent by stoni- ness, wend, went, will wend a way of honey myrrh and rambler roses mistmusk while still the maybe mantles the meiblume or ever her
urges and widerurges in a primi- tive sept.
1 For Rose Point see Inishmacsaint.
2 Mannequins’ Pose.
3 Their holy presumption and hers sinﬂy desprit.
4 Anama anamaba anamabapa.
5 Only for he’s fathering law I could skewer that old one and slosh her out many’s the time but I thinks more of my pottles and ketts.
6 All abunk for Tarararat! Look slipper, soppyhat, we’ve a doss in the manger.
Telltale me all of annaryllies.
Will you carry my can and ﬁght the fairies?
Allma Mathers, Auctioneer.
Old Gavelkind the Gamper and he’s as daﬀ as you’re erse.if have faded from the ﬂeur,1 their arms enlocked, (ringrang, the chimes of sex appeal- ing as conchitas with sentas stray,2 rung!), all thinking all of it, the It with an itch in it, the All every inch of it, the pleasure each will preen her for, the business each was bred to breed by.3
Soon jemmijohns will cudgel about some a rhythmatick or other over Browne and Nolan’s divisional tables whereas she, of minions’ novence charily being cupid, for mug’s wumping, grooser’s grubbiness, andt’s avarice and grossopper’s grandegaﬀe, with her tootpettypout of jemenﬁchue will sit and knit on solfa sofa.4 Stew of the evening, booksyful stew. And a bodikin a boss in the Thimble Theatre. But all is her inbourne. Intend. From gramma’s grammar she has it that if there is a third person, mascarine, phelinine or nuder, being spoken abad it moods prosodes from a person speaking to her second which is the direct object that has been spoken to, with and at. Take the dative with his oblative5 for, even if obsolete, it is always of interest, so spake gramma on the impetus of her imperative, only mind your genderous towards his reﬂexives such that I was to your grappa (Bott’s trousend, hore a man uﬀ!) when him was me hedon6 and mine, what the lewdy saying, his analec- tual pygmyhop.7 There is comfortism in the
early notions of acquired
rights and the influ- ence of collective tradition upon the individual.
1 One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.
2 Making it up as we goes along.
3 The law of the jungerl.
4 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
5 I’d like his pink’s cheek.
6 Frech devil in red hairing! So that’s why you ran away to sea, Mrs Lappy. Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed!
7 A washable lovable ﬂoatable doll.
Undante umoroso. M. 50-50.
ούκ ’έλαβον πόλινknowledge that often hate on ﬁrst hearing comes of love by second sight. Have your little sintalks in the dunk of subjunctions, dual in duel and prude with pruriel, but even the aoriest chaparound whatever plaudered perfect anent prettydotes and
haec genua omniamay perhaps chance to be about to be in the case to be becoming a pale peterwright in spite of all your tense accusatives whilstly you’re wall- ﬂoored1 like your gerandiums for the better half of a yearn or sob. It’s a wild’s kitten, my dear, who can tell a wilkling from a warthog. For you may be as practical as is predicable but you must have the proper sort of accident to meet that kind of a being with a diﬀerence.2 Flame at his fumbles but freeze on his ﬁst.3 Every lett er is a godsend, ardent Ares, brusque Boreas and glib Ganymede like zealous Zeus, the O’Meghisthest of all. To me or not to me. Satis thy quest on. Werbungsap! Jeg suis, vos wore a gentleman, thou arr, I am a quean. Is a game over? The game goes on. Cookcook! Search me. The beggar the maid the bigger the mauler. And the greater the patrarc the griefer the pinch. And that’s what your doctor knows. O love it is the commonknounest thing how it pashes the plutous and the paupe.4 Pop! And egg she active or spoon she passive, all them ﬁne clauses in Lindley’s and Murrey’s never braught the participle of a present to a desponent hortatrixy, vindicatively I say it,1 With her poodle feinting to be let oﬀ and feeling dead in herself. Is love worse living?
2 If she can’t follow suit Renée goes to the pack.
3 Improper frictions is maledictions and mens uration makes me mad.
4 Llong and Shortts Primer of Black and White Wenchcraft.

O’Mara Farrell. Verschwindibus.
Ulstria,from her postconditional future.1 Lumpsome is who lumpsum pays. Quantity counts though accents falter. Yoking apart and oblique ora- tions parsed to one side, a brat, alanna, can choose from so many, be he a sollicitor’s appendix, a pipe clerk or free functionist ﬂyswatter, that perfect little cad, from the languors and weakness of limberlimbed lassi- hood till the head, back and heartaches of waxedup womanage and heaps on heaps of other things too. Note the Respectable Irish Distressed Ladies and the Merry Mustard Frothblowers of Humphreystown Associa- tions. Atac ﬁrst, queckqueck quicks after. Beware how in that hist subtaile of schlangder2 lies liaison to tease oreilles! To vert embowed set proper penchant. But learn from that ancient tongue to be middle old modern to the minute. A spitter that can be depended on. Though Wonderlawn’s lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the leafery, ours is mistery of pain.3 You may spin on youthlit’s bike and multiplease your Mike and Nike with your kickshoes on the algebrars but, volve the virgil page and view, the O of woman is long when burly those two muters sequent her so from Nebob4 see you never stray who’ll nimm you nice and nehm the day.
One hath just been areading, hath not one, ya, ya, in their memoiries of Hireling’s puny wars, end so, und all, ga, ga, of The O’Brien,
concomi- tance of courage,
1 The gaggles all out.
2 He’s just bug nuts on white mate he hasn’t the teath nor the grits to choo and that’s what’s wrong with Lang Wang Wurm, old worbbling goesbelly.
3 Dear and I trust in all frivolity I may be pardoned for trespassing but I think I may add hell.
4 He is my all menkind of every desception.
Monastir, Leninstar and Connecticut.
Cliopatria, thy hosies history.
The Eroico Furioso makes the valet like smiling.
The hyperape the mink he groves the mole you see nowfor crush sake, chawley!The O’Connor, The Mac Loughlin and The Mac Namara with summed their appondage, da, da, of Sire Jeallyous Seizer, that gamely torskmester,1 with his duo of druidesses in ready money rompers2 and the tryonforit of Oxthie- vious, Lapidous and Malthouse Anthemy. You may fail to see the lie of that layout, Suetonia,3 but the reﬂections which recur to me are that so long as beauty life is body love4 and so bright as Mutua of your mirror holds her candle to your caudle, lone lefthand likeless, sombring Autum of your Spring, reck you not one spirt of anyseed whether trigemelimen cuddle his coddle or nope. She’ll confess it by her ﬁgure and she’ll deny it to your face. If you’re not ruined by that one she won’t do you any whim. And then? What afters it? Gruﬀ Gunne may blow, Gam Gonna ﬂow, the gossans eye the jennings aye. From the butts of Heber and Heremon,
nolens volens, brood our pansies, brune in brume. There’s a split in the inﬁnitive from to have to have been to will be. As they warred in their big innings ease now we never shall know. Eat early earthapples. Coax Cobra to chatters. Hail, Heva, we hear! This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. Wide hiss, we’re wizen-counsel and con- stancy.
ordination of omen, onus and obit. dis- tribution of danger, duty and destiny. polar prin- ciples.
1 All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with a hole behind it.
2 Skip one, ﬂop fore, jennies in the cabbage store.
3 None of your cumpohlstery English here!
4 Understudy my understandings, Sostituda, and meek thine compline- ment, gymnuﬂeshed.
5 Tho’ I have one just like that to home, deadleaf brown with quicksilver appliques, would whollymost applissiate a nice shiny sleekysilk out of that slippering snake charmeuse.
Pige pas.
Seidlitz powther for slogan plumpers.
Hoploits and atthems.ing. Hoots fromm, we’re globing. Why hidest thou hinder thy husband his name? Leda, Lada, aﬂutter-afraida, so does your girdle grow! Willed without witting, whorled without aimed. Pappapassos, Mammamanet, warwhets- wut and whowitswhy.1 But it’s tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets come bats till deeleet.2
Dark ages clasp the daisy roots, Stop, if you are a sally of the allies, hot oﬀ Minnowaurs and naval actiums, picked engagements and banks of rowers. Please stop if you’re a
B.C. minding missy, please do. But should you prefer A.D. stepplease. And if you miss with a venture it serves you girly well glad. But, holy Janus, I was forgetting the Blitzen- kopfs! Here, Hengegst and Horsesauce, take your heads3 out of that taletub! And leave your hinnyhennyhindyou! It’s haunted. The chamber. Of errings. Whoan, tug, trace, stirrup! It is distinctly understouttered that, sense you threehandshighs put your twofoot- large timepates in that dead wash of Lough Murph and until such time pace one and the same Messherrn the grinning statesmen, Brock and Leon, have shunted the grumbling coundedtouts, Starlin and Ser Artur Ghinis. Foamous homely brew, bebattled by bottle, gageure de guegerre.4 Bull igien bear and then bearagain bulligan. Gringrin gringrin. Staﬀs varsus herds and bucks vursus barks.
panoptical purview of political progress and the future pre- sentation of the past.
1 What’s that, ma’am? says I.
2 As you say yourself.
3 That’s the lethemuse but it washes oﬀ.
4 Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the pepettes of our lovelives.
Curragh machree, me bosthoon ﬁend.
Femilies hug bank!
All we suﬀered under them Cow- dung Forks and how we enjoyed over our pick of the basketﬁld.
Old Kine’s Meat Meal.
Flieﬂie for the jillies and a bombambum for the nappotondus.By old Grumbledum’s walls. Bumps, bellows and bawls.1 Opprimor’s down, up up Opima! Rents and rates and tithes and taxes, wages, saves and spends. Heil, heptarched span of peace!2 Live, league of lex, nex and the mores! Fas est dass and foe err you. Impovernment of the booble by the bauble for the bubble.  For there’s one mere ope3 for down- fall ned. As Hanah Levy, shrewd shroplifter, and nievre anore skidoos with her spoileds.4 To add gay touches. For hugh and guy and goy and jew. To dimpled and pimpled and simpled and wimpled.  Tip. Like lilt of larks to burdened crocodile,8 or skittering laubhing at that wheeze of old windbag, Blusterboss, blow- harding about all he didn’t do.  With is the winker for the muckwits of willesly and nith is the nod for the umproar napollyon and hitheris poorblond piebold hoerse. Huirse.  I like cluckers, you like nuts (wink).
4 Sweet, medium and dry like altar wine.
5 Who’ll buy me penny babies?
6 Well, Maggy, I got your castoﬀ devils all right and ﬁts lovely. And am vaguely graceful. Maggy thanks.
7 My six is no secret, sir, she said.
8 Yes, there, Tad, thanks, give, from, tathair, look at that now.
Murdoch.
Pas d’action, peu de sauce.
From the seven tents of Joseph till the calends of Mary Marian, olivehunkered and thorny too.
As Shakefork might pitch it.helm coverchaf emblem on. For the man that broke the ranks on Monte Sinjon. The all- riddle of it? That that is allruddy with us, ahead of schedule, which already is plan accom- plished from and syne: Daft Dathy of the Five Positions (the death ray stop him!) is still, as reproaches Paulus, on the Madderhorn and, entre chats and hobnobs,1 daring Dunderhead to shiver his timbers and Hannibal mac Hamil- tan the Hegerite2 (more livepower elbow him!) ministerbuilding up, as repreaches Timothy, in Saint Barmabrac’s.3 Number Thirty two West Eleventh streak looks on to that (may all in the tocoming of the sempereternal speel spry with it!) datetree doloriferous which more and over leafeth earlier than every growth and, elfshot, headawag, with frayed nerves wondering till they feeled sore like any woman that has been born at all events to the purdah and for the howmanyeth and how- movingth time at what the demons in that jackhouse that jerry built for Massa and Missus and hijo de puta, the sparksown fermament of the starryk ﬁeldgosongingon where blows a nemone at each blink of windstill4 they were sliding along and sleeting aloof and scouting around and shooting about. All- whichwhile or whereaballoons for good vaunty years Dagobert is in Clane’s clean hometown prepping up his prepueratory and learning how to put a broad face bronzily out through a broken breached meataerial
1 Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!
2 If I gnows me gneesgnobs the both of him is gnatives of Genuas.
3 A glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please.
4 All the world loves a big gleaming jelly.
Puzzly, puzzly, I smell a cat.
Two makes a wing at the ma- croscope telluspeep.
From the Buﬀalo Times of bysone days.
Quick quake quokes the par- rotbook of dates.from Bryan Awlining! Erin’s hircohaired culoteer.1
And as, these things being so or ere those things having done, way back home in Pacata Auburnia,2 (untillably holy gammel Eire) one world burrowing on another, (if you’ve got me, neighbour, in any large lumps, geek?, and got the strong of it) Standfest, our topiocal sagon hero, or any otther macotther, signs is on the bellyguds bastille back, bucked up with fullness, and silvering to her jubilee,3 birch- leaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage full of ﬂesh and fat as a hen’s i’ forehead, Airyanna and Blowyhart topsirturvy, that royal pair in their palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses (’phone number 17:69, if you want to know4) his sea- arm strongsround her, her velivole eyne aship- wracked, have discusst their things of the past, crime and fable with shame, home and proﬁt,5 why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are head bent and hard upon. Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled.6 Today is well thine but where’s may tomorrow be. But, bless his cowly head and press his crankly hat, what a world’s woe is each’s
from ceno- genetic di- chotomy
through diagonistic concili-
ance to dynastic continu- ity.
1 A pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.
2 My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia.
3 It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look.
4 After me looking up the plan in Humphrey’s
Justice of the Pieceit said to see preseeding chaps.5 O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that ﬂat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks.
6 Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born.
Some is out for twoheaded dul- carnons but more pulfers turnips.
Omnitudes in a knutshedell.
For all us kids under his aegis.
Saving the public his health.
 And she, of the jilldaw’s nest2 who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon.3 Yet sung of love and the monster man. What’s Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough, ough, brieve kindli!4
Dogs’ vespers are anending. Vespertilia- bitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke to sate with Becchus. Zumbock! Achevre! Yet wind will be ere fadervor5 and the hour of fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!) long ’tis till gets bright that all cocks waken and birds Diana6 with dawnsong hail. Aught darks ﬂou a duskness. Bats that? There peepee- strilling. At Brannan’s on the moor. At Tam Fanagan’s weak yat his still’s going strang. And still here is noctules and can tell things acommon on by that ﬂuﬀy feeling. Larges loomy wheelhouse to bodgbox7 lumber up with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep is peace who follow his law, Sunday
the mon- grel under the dung- mound. signifi- cance of the infra- liminal in- telligence. offrandes.
1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in these twowsers and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname.
2 My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes.
3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon’s increscent.
4 Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle black. Moopetsi meepotsi .
5 I was so snug oﬀ in my apholster’s creedle but at long leash I’ll stretch more capritious in his dapplepied bed.
6 Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.
7 A liss in hunterland.
Why so mucky spick bridges span our Flumi- nian road.
P.C. Helmut’s in the cottonwood, listnin.
The throne is an umbrella strande and a sceptre’s a stick.
Jady jewel, our daktar deer.
Gautamed bud- ders deossiphys- ing our Theas.
By lineal in pon- dus overthepoise.King.1 His sevencoloured’s soot (Ochone! Ochonal!)2 and his imponence one heap lump- block (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnral- ly,3 where every feaster’s a foster’s other, ﬁan- nians all.4 The wellingbreast, he willing giant, the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity what’ll yet meek Mike5 our diputy mimber when he’s head on poll and Peter’s burgess and Miss Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning lives yet and will return after great deap sleap rerising and a white night high with a cows of Drommhiem as shower as there’s a wet en- clouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams tell Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will not say it shall not be, this passing of order and order’s coming, but in the herbest country and in the country around Blath as in that city self of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So shuttle the pipers done.6 Eric aboy!7 And it’s time that all paid tribute to this massive mor- tiality, the pink of punk perfection as photo- graphy in mud. Some may seek to dodge the
1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam’s honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in his hand and his mouth open.
2 And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.
3 Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?
4 Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the lays of ancient homes.
5 The stanidsglass eﬀect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks.
6 Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.
7 Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian with his bakset of yosters.
Pitchcap and triangle, noose and tinctunc.
Uncle Flabbius Muximus to Niecia Flappia Minnimiss. As this is. And as this this is.
Dear Brotus, land me arrears.
Rockaby, babel, ﬂatten a wall.
How he broke the good news to Gent.gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker’s got to learn to chew the cud. Allwhichhole scrubs on scroll circuminiuminluminatedhave encuoniams here and improperies there.1 With a pansy for the pussy in the corner.2
Bewise of Fanciulla’s heart, the heart of Fanciulla! Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear.3 The rushes by the grey nuns’ pond: ah eh oh let me sigh too. Coalmansbell: behoves you handmake of the load. Jenny Wren: pick, peck. Johnny Post: pack, puck.4 All the world’s in want and is writing a letters.5 A letters from a person to a place about a thing. And all the world’s on wish to be carrying a letters. A let- ters to a king about a treasure from a cat.6 When men want to write a letters.   Is then any lettersday from many peoples, Daganasanavitch? Empire, your outermost.7 A posy cord. Plece.
We have wounded our way on foe tris prince till that force in the gill is faint afarred
incipit in- termissio.
major and minor
1 Gosem pher, gezumpher, greeze a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him!
2 And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth her bothom dolours he’d have a culious impressiom on the diminitive that chafes our ends.
3 When I’am Enastella and am taken for Essastessa I’ll do that droop on the pohlmann’s piano.
4 Heavenly twinges, if it’s one of his I’ll fearly feint as swoon as he enter- rooms.
5 To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And when you’re done push the chain.
6 With her modesties oﬃce.
7 Strutting as proud as a great turquin weggin that cuckhold on his Eddems and Clay’s hat.
and the face in the treebark feigns afear. This is rainstones ringing. Strangely cult for this ceasing of the yore. But Erigureen is ever. Pot price pon patrilinear plop, if the osseletion of the onkring gives omen nome? Since alls war that end war let sports be leisure and bring and buy fair. Ah ah athclete, blest your bally bathfeet! Towntoquest, fortorest, the hour that hies is hurley. A halt for hearsake.1
modes coa- lescing prolifer- ate homo- genuine homogen- eity.
1 Come, smooth of my slate, to the beat of my blosh! With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms three’s so much more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting an end to myself and my malody, when I remembered all your pupil- teacher’s erringnesses in perfection class. You sh’undn’t write you can’t if you w’udn’t pass for undevelopmented. This is the propper way to say that, Sr. If it’s me chews to swallow all you saidn’t you can eat my words for it as sure as there’s a key in my kiss. Quick erit faciofacey. When we will conjugate to- gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour, verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for ever. Your are me severe? Then rue. My intended, Jr, who I’m throne away on, (here he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon) when I slip through my pettigo I’ll get my decree and take seidens when I’m not ploughed ﬁrst by some Rolando the Lasso, and ﬂaunt on the ﬂimsyﬁlmsies for to grig my collage juniorees who, though they ﬂush fuchsia, are they octette and viginity in my shade but always my ﬁgurants. They may be yea of my year but they’re nary nay of my day. Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pry they’ll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending mar- riage. Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuring trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive d’Oyly and Winnie Carr, bejupers, they reized the dressing of a salandmon and how a peeper coster and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwaimen. It most have bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrine von Terreﬁn.  Auden. Wasn’t it just divining that dog of a dag in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt’s altar, as cooledas as cul- cumbre, slapping my straights till the sloping ruins, postillion, postallion, a swinge a swank, with you oﬀering me clouts of illscents and them horners stagstruck on the leasward! Don’t be of red, you blanching mench! This isabella I’m on knows the ruelles of the rut and she don’t fear andy mandy. So sing loud, sweet cheeriot, like anegreon in heaven! The good fother with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good. Amum. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous ﬁction and it’s the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes.
Bibelous hics- tory and Barbar- assa harestary.
A shieling in cop- pingers and por- rish soup all days.
How matches metroosers?
Le hélos tombaut soul sur la jambe de marche.A scene at sight. Or dreamoneire. Which they shall memorise. By her freewritten Hopely for ear that annalykeses if scares for eye that sumns. Is it in the now woodwordings of our sweet plantation where the branchings then will singingsing tomorrows gone and yesters outcome as Satadays aftermoon lex leap smiles on the twelvemonthsminding? Such is. Dear (name of desired subject, A.N.), well, and I go on to. Shlicksher. I and we (tender condolences for happy funeral, one if ) so sorry to (mention person suppressed for the moment, F.M.). Well (enquiries after all- healths) how are you (question maggy). A lovely (introduce to domestic circles) pershan of cates. Shrubsher. Those pothooks mostly she hawks from Poppa Vere Foster but these curly mequeues are of Mippa’s moulding. Shrubsheruthr. (Wave gently in the ere turn- ing ptover.) Well, mabby (consolation of shopes) to soon air. With best from cinder Christinette if prints chumming, can be when desires Soldi, for asamples, backfronted or, if all, peethrolio or Get my Prize, using her ﬂower or perfume or, if veryveryvery chum- ming, in otherwards, who she supposed adeal, kissists my exits. Shlicksheruthr. From Auburn chenlemagne. Pious and pure fair one, all has concomitated to this that she shall tread them lifetrees leaves whose silence hitherto has shone as sphere of silver fastalbarnstone, that fount Bandusian shall play liquick music and after odours sigh of musk. Blotsbloshblothe, one dear that was. Sleep in the water, drug at the ﬁre, shake the dust oﬀ and dream your one who would give her sidecurls to. Till later
Mai maintenante elle est venuse.
Twos Dons Johns Threes Totty
Askins.
Also Spuke Zerothruster.
A saxum shillum for the sextum but nothums for that parridge
preast.Lammas is led in by baith our washwives, a weird of wonder tenebrous as that evil thorn- garth, a ﬁeld of faery blithe as this ﬂowing wild.
Aujourd’ hui comme aux temps de Pline et de Columelle la jacinthe se plaît dans les Gaules, la pervenche en Illyrie, la marguerite sur les ruines de Numance1et pendant qu’autour d’elles les villes ont changé de maîtres et de noms, que plusieurs sont entrées dans le néant, que les civilisations se sont choquées et brisées, leurs paisibles générations ont traversé les âges et sont arrivées jusqu’ à nous, fraîches et riantes comme
aux jours des batailles.2Margaritomancy! Hyacinthinous pervinci- veness! Flowers. A cloud. But Bruto and Cassio are ware only of triﬁd tongues3 the whispered wilfulness, (’tis demonal!) and sha- dows shadows multiplicating (il folsoletto nel falsoletto col fazzolotto dal fuzzolezzo),4 to- tients quotients, they tackle their quarrel. Sicka- moor’s so woful sally. Ancient’s aerger. And eachway bothwise glory signs. What if she love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan? That’s how our oxyggent has gotten ahold of half their world. Moving about in the free of the air and mixing with the ruck. Enten eller, either or.
And!
Nay, rather!
the part played by belletri- sticks in
the bellum- pax-bel- lum.
mutuomor- phomuta-
tion.
sortes vir- ginianae.
interrogation. exclamation.
1 The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for Valsing- giddyrex and his grand arks day triump.
2 Translout that gaswind into turﬁsh, Teague, that’s a good bog and you, Thady, poliss it oﬀ, there’s a nateswipe, on to your blottom pulper.
3 You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies and your ﬂashy foreign mail so here’s my cowrie card, I dalgo, with all my exes, wise and sad.
4 All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go to the length of seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless himself.
Tricks stunts.With sobs for his job, with tears for his toil, with horror for his squalor but with pep for his perdition,1 lo, the boor plieth as the laird hireth him.
Boon on begyndelse.
At maturing daily gloryaims!2
antithesis of ambi- dualanticipation. the mind factory, its give and take.
auspicium. auguria.
Truckeys’ cant for dactyl and spondee.
Panoplous pere- grine piﬄicative pomposity.A ﬂink dab for a freck dive and a stern poise for a swift pounce was frankily at the manual arith sure enough which was the bekase he knowed from his cradle, no bird better, why his ﬁngures were giving him whatfor to ﬁfe with. First, by observation, there came boko and nigh him wigworms and nigh him tittlies and nigh him cheekadeekchimple and nigh him pickpocket with pickpocketpumb, pick- pocketpoint, pickpocketprod, pickpocket- promise and upwithem. Holy Joe in lay Eden.3 And anyhows always after them the dimpler he weighed the fonder fell he of his null four lovedroyd curdinals, his element cur- dinal numen and his enement curdinal marryng and his epulent curdinal weisswassh and his eminent curdinal Kay O’Kay. Always would he be reciting of them, hoojahs koojahs, up by rota, in his Fanden’s catachysm from fursed to laced, quickmarch to decemvers, so as to pin the tenners, thumbs down. And anon and aldays, strues yerthere, would he wile arecreating em om lumerous ways, caiuscounting in the scale of pin puﬀ pive piﬀ, piﬀ puﬀ pive poo, poo puﬀ pive pree, pree puﬀ pive pfoor, pfoor puﬀ pive pippive, poopive,4 Niall Dhu,
divinity not deity the uncer- tainty jus- tified by our certi- tude.
examples.
1 While I’ll wind the wildwoods’ bluckbells among my window’s weeds.
2 Lawdy Dawdy Simpers.
3 But where, O where, is me lickle dig done?
4 That’s his whisper waltz I like from Pigott’s with that Lancydancy step. Stop.
Non plus ulstra, Elba, nec, cashel- lum tuum.
Dondderwedder Kyboshicksal.Foughty Unn, Enoch Thortig, endso one, like to pitch of your cap, pac, on to tin tall spilli- cans.1 To sum, borus pew notus pew eurus pew zipher. Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims. Mumtiplay of course and carry to their whole number. While on the other hand, traduced by their comedy nominator to the loaferst terms for their aloquent parts, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dice.2 He could ﬁnd (the rakehelly!) by practice the valuse of thine-to- mine articles with no reminder for an equality of relations and, with the helpings from his tables, improduce fullmin to trumblers, links unto chains, weys in Nuﬀolk till tods of Yorek, oozies ad libs and several townsends, several hundreds, civil-to-civil imperious gallants into gells (Irish), bringing alliving stone allaughing down to grave clothnails and a league of archers, fools and lurchers under the rude rule of fumb. What signiﬁeth whole that3 but, be all the prowess of ten, ’tis as strange to relate he, nonparile to rede, rite and reckan, caught allmeals dullmarks for his nucleuds and alegobrew. They wouldn’t took bearings no how anywheres. O them dodd- hunters and allanights, aabs and baas for agnomes, yees and zees for incognits, bate him up jerrybly! Worse nor herman doror- rhea. Give you the fantods, seemed to him.  Show that the
1 Twelve buttles man, twentyeight bows of curls, forty bonnets woman and ever youthfully yours makes alleven add the hundred.
2 Gamester Damester in the road to Rouen he grows more like his deed every die.
3 Slash-the-Pill lifts the pellet. Run, Phoenix, run!
A stodge An- gleshman has been worked by eccentricity.median, hce che ech, interecting at royde angles the parilegs of a given obtuse one bis- cuts both the arcs that are in curveachord behind. Brickbaths. The family umbroglia. A Tullagrove pole1 to the Height of County Fearmanagh has a septain inclinaison2 and the graphplot for all the functions in Lower County Monachan, whereat samething is rivi- sible by nighttim, may be involted into the zeroic couplet, palls pell inhis heventh glike
An oxygon is na-noughty times , ﬁnd, if you are not literally
turally reclined to rest.
Ba be bi bo bum.cooeﬃcient, how minney combinaisies and per- mutandies can be played on the international surd! pthwndxrclzp!, hids cubid rute being extructed, taking anan illitterettes, iﬁﬁf at a tom. Answers, (for teasers only).3 Ten, twent, thirt, see, ex and three icky totchty ones. From solation to solution. Imagine the twelve deaferended dumbbawls of the whowl above- beugled to be the contonuation through regeneration of the urutteration of the word in pregross. It follows that, if the two ante- sedents be bissyclitties and the three come- seekwenchers trundletrikes, then, Aysha Lali- pat behidden on the footplate, Big Whiggler4 restant upsittuponable, the nCr5 presents to us (tandem year at lasted length!) an otto- mantic turquo-indaco of pictorial shine by pictorial shimmer so long as, gad of the gidday, pictorial summer, viridorefulvid, lits asheen,
1 Dideney, Dadeney, Dudeney, O, I’d know that putch on your poll.
2 That is tottinghim in his boots.
3 Come all ye hapney coachers and support the richview press.
4 Braham Baruch he married his cook to Massach McKraw her uncle-in- law who wedded his widow to Hjalmar Kjaer who adapted his daughter to Braham the Bear. V for wadlock, P for shift, H for Lona the Konkubine.
5 A gee is just a jay on the jaunts cowsway.
Finnﬁnnotus of Cincinnati.
Arthurgink’s hussies and Everguin’s men.
Nom de nombres! The balbearians.but (lenz alack lends a lot), if this habby cyclic erdor be outraciously enviolated by a mierelin roundtableturning, like knuts in maze, the zitas runnind hare and dart1 with the yeggs in their muddle, like a seven of wingless arrows, hodgepadge, thump, kick and hurry, all boy more missis blong him he race quickfeller all same hogglepiggle longer house blong him,2 while the catched and dodged exarx seems himmulteemiously to beem (he wins her hend! he falls to tail!) the ersed ladest mand3 and (uhu and uhud!) the losed farce on erro- roots,4 twalegged poneys and threehandled dorkeys (madahoy, morahoy, lugahoy, jog- ahoyaway) mPm brings us a rainborne pamto- momiom, aqualavant to (cat my dogs, if I baint dingbushed like everything!) kaksitoista volts yksitoista volts kymmenen volts yhdek- san volts kahdeksan volts seitseman volts kuusi volts viisi volts nelja volts kolme volts kaksi volts yksi! allahthallacamellated, caravan series to the ﬁnish of helve’s fractures.5 In outher wards, one from ﬁve, two to ﬁves ones, one from ﬁves two millamills with a mill and a half a mill and twos twos ﬁves ﬁves of bully clavers. For a surview over all the factionables see Iris in the Evenine’s World.6 Binomeans to be comprendered. Inexcessible as thy by god ways. The aximones. And their prosta-
1 Talking about trilbits.
2 Barneycorrall, a precedent for the prodection of curiosity from children.
3 A pfurty pscore of ruderic rossies haremhorde for his divelsion.
4 Look at your mad father on his boneshaker fraywhaling round Myriom square.
5 Try Asia for the assphalt body with the concreke soul and the forequarters of the moon behinding out of his phase.
6 Tomatoes malmalaid with De Quinceys salade can be tastily served with Indiana Blues on the violens.
lutes. For his neuralgiabrown. Equal to=aosch.
P.t.l.o.a.t.o.
heptagrammaton.
Vive Paco Hunter!
The hoisted in red and the low- ered in black.
The boss’s bess bass is the browd of Mullingar.
The aliments of jumeantry.So, bagdad, after those initials falls and that primary taincture, as I know and you know yourself, begath, and the arab in the ghetto knows better, by nettus, nor anymeade or persan, comic cuts and series exerxeses always were to be capered in Casey’s frost book of, page torn on dirty, to be hacked at Hickey’s, hucksler, Wellington’s Iron Bridge, and so, by long last, as it would shuﬄe out, must he to trump adieu atout atous to those cardinhands he a big deal missed, radmachrees and rosse- cullinans and blagpikes in suitclover. Dear hearts of my counting, would he revoke them, forewheel to packnumbers, and, the time being no help fort, plates to lick one and turn over.
Problem ye ferst, construct ann aquilittoral dryankle Probe loom! With his primal hand- stoe in his sole salivarium. Concoct an equo- angular trillitter.1 On the name of the tizzer and oﬀ the tongs and oﬀ the mythametical tripods. Beatsoon.
Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph,2 suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev,3 expecting the answer guess.4 Nor was the noer long disappointed for easiest of kisshams, he was made vicewise. Oc, tell it to oui, do, Sem! Well, ’tis oil thusly. First mull a mugfull of mud, son.5 Oglores,
hypotheses of com- monest ex- periences before apo- theosis of the lustral principium.
ingenious labour-
tenacity
as between ingenuous
and libertine.
prope and procul in the con- vergence of their
contrapul- siveness.
1 As Rhombulus and Rhebus went building rhomes one day.
2 The trouveller.
3 Of the disorded visage.
4 Singlebarrelled names for doubleparalleled twixtytwins.
5 Like pudging a spoon ﬁst of sugans into a sotspot of choucolout.
Wolsherwomens at their weirdst.the virtuoser prays, olorum! What the D.V. would I do that for? That’s a goosey’s gans- wer you’re for giving me, he is told, what the Deva would you do that for?1 Now, sknow royol road to Puddlin, take your mut for a ﬁrst beginning, big to bog, back to bach. Anny liﬄe mud which cometh out of Mam will doob, I guess. A.i.
Amnium instar.  I cain but are you able? Amicably nod. Gu it! So let’s seth oﬀ betwain us. Prompty? Mux your pistany at a point of the coastmap to be calledabut pro- nounced olfa. There’s the isle of Mun, ah! O! Tis just.Bene! Now, whole in applepine odrer2(for — husk, hisk, a spirit spires — Dolph, dean of idlers, meager suckling of gert stoan, though barekely a balbose boy, he too, —
venite, preteriti3, sine mora dumque de entibus nascituris decentius in lingua romana mortuorum parva chartula liviana ostenditur, seden- tes in letitiae super ollas carnium, spectantes immo situm lutetiae unde auspiciis secundis tantae consurgent humanae stirpes, antiquissimam ﬂaminum amborium Jordani et Jambaptistae mentibus revolvamus sapientiam: totum tute ﬂuvii modo mundo ﬂuere, eadem quae ex aggere fututa fuere iterum inter alveum fore futura, quodlibet sese ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium, omnem demun amnem ripis rivalibus amplecti4 — recurrently often, when him moved he would cake their chair, coached rebelliumtending mikes of his same and over his own choirage at Backlane Univarsity, among of which pupal souaves the pizdrool was pulled up, bred and bat-1 Will you walk into my wavetrap? said the spiter to the shy.
2 If we each could always do all we ever did.
3 Dope in Canorian words we’ve made. Spish from the Doc.
4 Basqueesh, Finnican, Hungulash and Old Teangtaggle, the only pure way to work a curse.
tered, for a dillon a dollar,1 chanching letters for them vice o’verse to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and doublecressing twofold thruths and devising tingling tailwords too whilest, cunctant that another would ﬁnish his sentence for him, he druider would smilabit eggways2 ned, he, to don’t say nothing, would, so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, trying to undo with his teeth the knots made by his tongue, retelling humself by the math hour, long as he’s brood, a reel of funnish ﬁcts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund thoughts and the thirds the charmhim girlalove and fourther- more and ﬁlthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes, in ﬁne the whole damning letter; and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland’s leinster3 of saved and solomnones for the twicedhecame time, oﬀ Lipton’s strongbowed launch, the
Lady Eva,in a tan soute of sails4 he converted it’s nataves, name saints, young ordnands, maderaheads and old unguished P.T. Publikums, through the medium of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put oﬀ the barcelonas5 from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and kiss on their bottes (Master!) as often as they came within blood- shot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine way to by his tristar and his ﬂop hattrick and his perry humdrum dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu,6 and that same galloroman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of landhavemiseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawn, all the brile, that was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our massangrey if mosshungry people, the at Wickerworks,7 still hold1 An ounceworth of onions for a pennyawealth of sobs.
2 Who brought us into the yellow world!
3 Because it’s run on the mountain and river system.
4 When all them allied sloopers was ventitillated in their poppos and, sliding down by creek and veek, stole snaking out to sea.
5 They were plumped and plumed and jerried and citizens and racers, and cinnamondhued.
6 Creeping Crawleys petery parley, banished to his native Ireland from erring under Ryan.
7 Had our retrospectable fearfurther gatch mutchtatches?
ford to their healing and1 byleave in the old weights downupon the Swanny, innovated by him, the prence di Propagandi, the chrism for the christmass, the pillar of the perished and the rock o’ralereality, and it is veritably belied, we belove, that not allsods of esoupcans that’s in the queen’s pottage post and not allﬁnesof greendgold that the Indus contains would overhinduce them, (o.p.) to steeplechange back once from their ophis workship and twice on sundises, to their ancient ﬂash and crash habits of old Pales time ere beam slewed cable2 or Derzherr, live wire, ﬁred Benjermine Funkling outa th’Empyre, sin righthand son; which, cummal, having listed curefully to the interlooking and the under- lacking of her twentynine shifts or his continental’s curses, pum- mel, apostrophised Byrne’s and Flamming’s and Furniss’s and Bill Hayses’s and Ellishly Haught’s, hoc, they (t.a.W.), sick or whole, stiﬀ or sober, let drop as a doombody drops, with- out another ostrovgods word eitherways, in their own lineal descendance, as priesto as puddywhack,3 coal on:4 and, as we gang along to gigglehouse, talking of molniacs’ manias and missions for mades to scotch the schlang and leathercoats for murty magdies, of course this has blameall in that medeoturanian world to say to blessed by Pointer the Grace’s his privates judge- ments5 whenso to put it,
disparito, duspurudo, desterrado, des- pertieu,or, saving his presents for his own onefriend Bevradge, Conn the Shaughraun; but to return for a moment from the reptile’s age6 to the coxswain on the ﬁrst landing (page Ainée Rivière!) if the pretty Lady Elisabbess, Hotel des Ruines — she laid her batsleeve for him two trueveres tell love (on the Ides of Valentino’s, at Idleness, Floods Area, Isolade, Liv’s lonely daughter, with the Comes Tichiami, of Prima Vista, Abroad, suddenly), and beauty alone of all dare say when now, uncrowned,1 That is to sight, when cleared of factions, vulgure and decimating.
2 They just spirits a body away.
3 Patatapadatback.
4 Dump her (the missuse).
5 Fox him! The leggy colt!
6 Do he not know that walleds had wars. Harring man, is neow king. This is modeln times.
deceptered, in what niche of time1 is Shee or where in the rose world trysting, that was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle, and the peg-of-my-heart of all the tompull or on whose limbs-to- lave her semicupiose eyes now kindling themselves are brightning,2 O Shee who then (4.32 m.p., old time, to be precise, according to all three doctors waterburies that was Mac Auliﬀe and poor Mac- Beth and poor MacGhimley to the tickleticks, of the synchron- isms, all lauschening, a time also conﬁrmed seven sincuries later by the quatren medical johnny, poor old MacAdoo MacDollett, with notary,3 whose presence was required by law of Devine Fore- sygth and decretal of the Douge) who after the ﬁrst compliments4 med darkist day light, gave him then that vantage of a Blinken- sope’s cuddlebath at her proper mitts — if she then, the then that matters, — but,
seigneur! she could never have forefelt, as she yet will fearfeel, when the lovenext breaks out, such a coolcold douche as him, the totterer, the four-ﬂights-the-charmer, doub- ling back, in nowtime,5 bymby when saltwater he wush him these iselands,O alors!, to mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot!) under thatchemise de ferand a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it wash?) with a cheek white peaceful as, wen shall say, a single pro- fessed claire’s6 and his washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser’s lampblick, to pure where they where hornest girls, to buy her inpar jure, il you plait, nuncandtunc and for simper, and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth super Luck, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice (for ’twas he was the born suborner, man) on behalf of an oldest ablished ﬁrma of winebakers, Lagrima and Gemiti, later on, his craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish title, Grindings of Nash,7 the1 Muckross Abbey with the creepers taken oﬀ.
2 Joke and Jilt will have their tilt.
3 Old Mamalujorum and Rawrogerum.
4 Why have these puerile blonds those large ﬂexible ears?
5 Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuﬃn.
6 No wonder Miss Dotsh took to veils and she descended from that obloquohy.
7 The bookley with the rusin’s hat is Patomkin but I’m blowed if I knowed who the slave is doing behind the curtain.
One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend corn- wer, man — ship me silver!, it must have been, faw! a terrible mavrue mavone, to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a ﬁnalley, and that’s ﬂat as Tut’s fut, for whowghowho? the poour girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so inseuladed as Crampton’s peartree, (she sall eurn bitter bed by thirt sweet of her face!), and short wonder so many of the tomthick and tarry members in all there subsequious ages of our timocracy tipped to console with her at her mirrorable gracewindow’d hut1 till the ives of Man, the O’Kneels and the O’Prayins and the O’Hyens of Lochlaunstown and the O’Hollerins of Staneybatter, hollyboys, all, burryripe who’ll buy?,2 in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments and that’s not the ﬁnis of it (would it were!) — but to think of him foundling a nelliza the second,3 also cliptbuss (the best was still there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, re- triever to the last4 — escapes my forgetness now was it dust- covered,
nom de Lieu! on lapse or street ondown, through, for or from a foe, by with as on a friend, at the Rectory? Vicarage Road? Bishop’s Folly? Papesthorpe?, after picket fences, stonewalls, out and ins or oxers — for merry a valsehood whisprit he to manny a lilying earling;5 and to try to analyse that ambo’s pair of brace- leans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all6 of that miching micher’s bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mous- taches, Dammad and Groany, into her limited (tuﬀ, tuﬀ, que tu es pitre!) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends7 in their dolight- ful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper’s brow and prickled ears!) as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition, were a wrigular writher neonovene babe!8 — well, diarmuee and1 O hce! O hce!
2 Six and seven the League.
3 It’s all round me hat I’ll wear a drooping dido.
4 Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being ourdeaned, Mester Bootenﬂy, here’s me and Myrtle is twinkling to know.
5 To show they caught preferment.
6 See the freeman’s cuticatura by Fennella.
7 Just one big booty’s pot.
8 Charles de Simples had an inﬁrmierity complexe before he died a natural death.
granyou and
Vae Vinctis, if that is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it’s life that’s all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced diorems in the Saint Lubbock’s Day number of that most improv- ing of roundshows,Spice and Westend Woman(utterly exhausted before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in- dices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay, and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh ﬂeshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green1 to take warning by the prispast, why?, by cows . . . man, in shirt, is how he ispiù la gonna è mobileand . . . they wonet do ut; and, an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelledà la Merpharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words whilom were woven with and ﬁtted fairly featly for, so; and equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your launer’s lightsome or your soulard’s schwearmood, it is that, whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul,2 in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on- ward3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi- cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of whisth to you sternly how — Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic yearlings — you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line somewhawre)1 Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral.
2 Matter of Brettaine and brut ﬁerce.
3 Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag’ll row !
Uteralterance or the Interplay of Bones in the Womb.
The Vortex. Spring of Sprung Verse. The Ver- tex.Coss? Cossist? Your parn! You, you make what name? (and in truth, as a poor soul is between shift and shift ere the death he has lived through becomes the life he is to die into, he or he had albut — he was rickets as to reasons but the balance of his minds was stables — lost himself or himself some som- nione sciupiones, soswhitchoverswetch had he or he gazet, murphy come, murphy go, murphy plant, murphy grow, a maryamyria- meliamurphies, in the lazily eye of his lapis,
Vieus Von DVbLIn, ’twas one of dozedeams a darkies ding in dewood) the Turnpike under the Great Ulm (with Mearingstone in Fore ground).1 Given now ann linch you take enn all. Allow me! And, heaving alljawbreakical expressions out of old Sare Isaac’s2 universal of specious aristmystic unsaid, A is for Anna like L is for liv. Aha hahah, Ante Ann you’re apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn gives rise. Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh leaves alass! Aiaiaiai, Antiann, we’re last to the lost, Loulou! Tis perfect. Now (lens
why my as likewise whis his.
1 Draumcondra’s Dreamcountry where the betterlies blow.
2 O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that old Pantifox Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture?
Sarga, or the path of outgoing.
Docetism and Didicism, Maya- Thaya. Tamas- Rajas-Sattvas.your dappled yeye here, mine’s presbyoperian, shill and wall) we see the copyngink strayed- line AL (in Fig., the forest) from being con- tinued, stops ait Lambday: Modder ilond there too. Allow me anchore! I bring down noth and carry awe. Now, then, take this in! One of the most murmurable loose carollaries ever Ellis threw his cookingclass. With Olaf as centrum and Olaf ’s lambtail for his spokes- man circumscript a cyclone. Allow ter! Hoop! As round as the calf of an egg! O, dear me! O, dear me now! Another grand dis- cobely! After Makefearsome’s Ocean. You’ve actuary entducked one! Quok! Why, you haven’t a passer! Fantastic! Early clever, surely doomed, to Swift’s, alas, the galehus! Match of a matchness, like your Bigdud dadder in the boudeville song,
Gorotsky Gollovar’s Troubles, raucking his ﬂavourite turvku in the smukking precincts of lydias, with Mary Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to edge his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston and Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz, our papacocopotl, Abraham Bradley King? (ting ting! ting ting!) By his magmasine fall. Lumps, lavas and all.Bene!But, thunder and turf, it’s not alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The mystery repeats itself todate as our callback mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a tanner, used to sing, as I think, now and then consinuously over her possetpot in her quer1 Ex jup pep oﬀ Carpenger Strate. The kids’ and dolls’ home. Makeacake- ache.
2 A vagrant need is a ﬂagrant weed.
3 Grand for blowing oﬀ steam when you walk up in the morning.
4 At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one.
5 We’re all found of our anmal matter.
The Vegetable Cell and its Pri- vate Properties.
The haves and the havenots: a distinction.homolocous humminbass hesterdie and ist- herdie forivor. 1 Vanissas Vanistatums! And for a night of thoughtsendyures and a day. As Great Shapesphere puns it. In eﬀect, I re- mumble, from the yules gone by, purr lil mur- rerof myhind, so she used indeed. When she give me the Sundaclouths she hung up for Tate and Comyng and snuﬀed out the ghost in the candle at his old game of haunt the sleepper. Faithful departed. When I’m dream- ing back like that I begins to see we’re only all telescopes. Or the comeallyoum saunds. Like when I dromed I was in Dairy and was wuckened up with thump in thudderdown. Rest in peace! But to return. 2 What a wonder- ful memory you have too! Twonderful morrowy! Straorbinaire!
Bene!I bring town eau and curry nothung up my sleeve. Now, springing quickenly from the mudland Loosh from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetra- turn a somersault. All’s fair on all fours, as my instructor unstrict me. Watch! And you’ll have the whole inkle. Allow, allow! Gyre O, gyre O, gyrotundo! Hop lala! As umpty herum as you seat! O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very nace indeed! And makes us a daintical pair of accomplasses! You, allus for the kunst and me for omething with a handel to it.Beve!Now, as will pressantly be felt, there’s tew tricklesome poinds where our twain of doubling bicirculars, mating approxe- metely in their suite poi and poi, dunloop into eath the ocher. Lucihere.! I fee where you1 Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.
2 Say where! A timbrelﬁll of twinkletinkle.
Zweispaltung as Fundemaintalish of Wiederher- stellung.mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun, lemmas quatsch, vide pervoys akstiom, and I think as I’m suqeez in the limon, stickme punctum, but for semenal rations I’d likelong, by Araxes, to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there on the batom1 where Hoddum and Heave, our monsterbilker, balked his bawd of parodies. And let you go, Airmienious, and mick your modest mock Pie out of Humbles up your end. Where your apexojesus will be a point of order. With a geing groan grunt and a croak click cluck.2 And my faceage kink and kurkle trying to make keek peep.3 Are you right there, Michael, are you right? Do you think you can hold on by sitting tight? Well, of course, it’s awful angelous. Still I don’t feel it’s so dangelous. Ay, I’m right here, Nickel, and I’ll write. Singing the top line why it suits me mikey ﬁne. But, yaghags hogwarts and arrahquinonthiance, it’s the muddest thick that was ever heard dump since Eggsmather got smothered in the plap of the pfan. Now, to compleat anglers, beloved bironthiarn and hushtokan hishtakatsch, join alfa pea and pull loose by dotties and, to be more sparematically logoical, eelpie and paleale by trunkles. Alow me align while I encloud especious! The Nike done it. Like pah,4 I peh. Innate little bondery. And as plane as a poke stiﬀ.5 Now,
aqua in buccat. I’ll make you to see ﬁguratleavely the whome of your eternal1 Parsee ﬀrench for the upholdsterer would be delightered.
2 I’ll pass out if the screw spliss his strut.
3 Thargam then goeligum? If you sink I can, swimford. Suksumkale!
4 Hasitatense?
5 The impudence of that in girl’s things!
Destiny, In- ﬂuence of Design upon.
Prometheus or the Promise of Provision.geomater. And if you ﬂung her headdress on her from under her highlows you’d wheeze whyse Salmonson set his seel on a hexen- gown.1 Hissss!, Arrah, go on! Fin for fun!  Subtend to me now! Pisk! Outer serpumstances beiug ekewilled, we care- fully, if she pleats, lift by her seam hem and jabote at the spidsiest of her trickkikant (like thousands done before since ﬁllies calpered. Ocone! Ocone!) the maidsapron of our A.L.P., fearfully! till its nether nadir is vortically where (allow me aright to two cute winkles) its naval’s napex will have to beandbe. You must proach near mear for at is dark. Lob. And light your mech. Jeldy! And this is what you’ll say.2 Waaaaaa. Tch! Sluice! Pla! And their, redneck, (for addn’t we to gayatsee with Puhl the Pun- kah’s bell?)mygh and thy, the living spit of dead waters,3 fastness ﬁrm of Hurdlebury Fenn, discinct and isoplural in its (your sow to the duble) sixuous parts, ﬂument, ﬂuvey and ﬂuteous, midden wedge of the stream’s your muddy old triagonal delta, ﬁho miho, plain for you now, appia lippia pluvaville, (hop the hula, girls!) the no niggard spot of her safety vulve, ﬁrst of all usquiluteral threeingles, (and why wouldn’t she sit cressloggedlike the lass that lured a tailor?) the constant of ﬂuxion, Mahamewetma, pride of the province4 and when that tidled boare rutches up from the Afrantic, allaph quaran’s his bett und bier!5
1 The chape of Doña Speranza of the Nacion.
2 Ugol egal ogle. Mi vidim Mi. 3 It is, it is Sangannon‹s dream. 4 And all meinkind.
5 Whangpoos the paddle and whiss whee whoo.
Ambages and Their Rôle.
Ecclasiastical and Celestial Hierarchies. The Ascending. The Descending.
The peripatetic periphery. It’s Allothesis.Paa lickam laa lickam, apl lpa! This it is an her. You see her it. Which it whom you see it is her. And if you could goaneggbetter we’d soon see some raﬀant scrumala riﬀa. Quicks herit fossyending. Quef! So post that to your pape and smarket! And you can haul up that languil pennant, mate. I’ve read your tunc’s dimissage. For, let it be taken that her littlenist is of no magnetude or again let it be granted that Doll the laziest can be dissimulant with all respects from Doll the ﬁercst, thence must any what- youlike in the power of empthood be either
greater THan or less tH N the unitate we
have in one or hence shall the vectorious ready- eyes of evertwo circumﬂicksrent searclhers never ﬁlm in the elipsities of their gyribouts those ﬁckers which are returnally reprodictive of themselves.1 Which is unpassible. Quarrel- lary. The logos of somewome to that base any- thing, when most characteristically mantissa minus, comes to nullum in the endth:2 orso, here is nowet badder than the sin of Aha with his cosin Lil, verswaysed on coverswised, and all that’s consecants and cotangincies till Per- perp stops repippinghim since her redtangles are all abscissan for limitsing this tendency of our Frivulteeny Sexuagesima3 to expense her- selfs as sphere as possible, paradismic peri- mutter, in all directions on the bend of the unbridalled, the inﬁnisissimalls of her facets becoming manier and manier as the calicolum of her umdescribables (one has thoughts of that eternal Rome) shrinks from schurtiness
1 I enjoy as good as anyone.
2 Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked.
3 The boast of the town.
Canine Venus sublimated to Aulidic Aphrodite.
Exclusivism: the Ors, Sors and Fors, which?to scherts.1 Scholium, there are trist sigheds to everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to the feared. Qued? Mother of us all! O, dear me, look at that now!  My Lourde ! My Lourde! If that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see! And a superpbosition! Quoint a quincidence! O.K.
Omnius Kollidimus. As Ollover Krumwall sayed when he slepped ueber his grannya- mother. Kangaroose feathers. Who in the name of thunder’d ever belevin you were that bolt? But you’re holy mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce2 as if you was seeheeing the gheist that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop domefool! Where’s your belested loiternan’s lamp? You must lap wandret down the bluish- ing reﬂuction below. Her trunk’s not her brain- box. Hear where the bolgylines, Yseen here the puncture. So he done it. Luck! See her good. Well, well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that’s very lovely! We like Simperspreach Hammel- tones to fellow Selvertunes O’Haggans.3 When he rolls over his ars and shows the hise of his heels. Vely lovely entilely! Like a yangsheep- slang with the tsifengtse. So analytical plaus- ible! And be the powers of Moll Kelly, neigh- bour topsowyer, it will be a lozenge to me all my lauﬀe. 4 More better twofeller we been speak copperads. Ever thought about Guinness’s?  Gee each owe tea eye smells ﬁsh. That‹s U.
4 The Doodles family, m, d, i, 4, b, a, c. Hoodle doodle, fam.?
Primanouriture and Ultimo- geniture.
No Sturm. No Drang.Want to join the police.1 You know, you were always one of the bright ones, since a foot made you an unmentionable, fakes! You know, you’re the divver’s own smart gossoon, aequal to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you are, hoax! You know, you’ll be dampned, so you will, one of these invernal days but you will be, carrotty!2
Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look time he stop long ground who here hurry he would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob’s3 and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the rinnerung and to ate by hart (
leoI read, such a spanish,escribibis, all your mycoscoups) wont to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor for, while that Other by the halp of his creac- tive mind oﬀered to deleberate the mass from the booty of ﬁght our Same with the holp of the bounty of food sought to delubberate the mess from his corructive mund, with his muﬀetee cuﬀes ownconsciously graﬃcking with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and spirals’ wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil- ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see around the waste of noland’s browne jesus4 (thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin sweat the juggaleer’s veins (quench his quill!) in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam-sick us a sock with some sedi- ment in it for the
sake of our darning
wives.
1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?
4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the straits!
Illustration.
Ascription of the Active.
Proscription of the Passive.quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood- lekar! Where’s Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war itwas in his priesterrite. O He Must Suﬀer! From this misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible fancyﬂame.1 Ask for bosthoon, late for Mass, pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick! Nock the muddy nickers!2 Christ’s Church varses Bellial!) Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would pine for her,3 how he would patpun fun for all4 with his frolicky frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how are you, waggy?5 My animal his sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver!
Se non é vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister- mysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! He was quisquis, ﬂoored on his plankraft of shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle. And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was laying him long on his laughside lying sack to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf’s intes-1 And she had to seek a pond’s apeace to salve her suiterkins. Sued!
2 Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish!
3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with curtsey ﬂowers.
4 A nastilow disigraible game.
5 Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the corner. Grunny Grant.
Ensouling Fe- male Sustains Agonising Over- man.
Sesama to the Rescues. The Key Signature.tions, quoths the Bhagavat biskop Leech) Ann opes tipoo soon ear! If you could me lendtill my pascol’s kondyl, sahib, and the price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs and merrymoney thanks to self for all the clerricals and again begs guerdon for bistris- pissing on your buniﬁcence. Well wiggy- wiggywagtail, and how are you, yaggy? With a capital Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to dear Picuchet. Blott.
 She’s mine, Jow low jure,1 be Skibber- ing’s eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees Arch- way) watch him, having caught at the bi- furking calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike underworp he had ever funnet without diﬃ- cultads, the aboleshqvick, signing away in happinext complete, (Exquisite Game of in- spiration! I always adored your hand. So could I too and without the scrope of a pen. Ohr for oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge ad lib. Can you write us a last line? From Smith- Jones-Orbison?) intrieatedly in years, jirry- alimpaloop. And i Romain, hup u bn gd grl.2 Unds alws my thts. To fallthere at bare feet hurryaswormarose. Two dies of one raﬄe- ment. Eche bennyache. Outstamp and dis- tribute him at the expanse of his society. To be continued. Anon.
And ook, ook, ook, fanky! All the charic- tures3 in the drame! This is how San holy-
when the answerer is a leman.
all square and
1 I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knacking spots of the Plumpduﬀs Pants.
2 Lifp year fends you all and moe, fouvenirs foft as fummer fnow, fweet willings and forget-uf-knots.
3 Gag his tubes yourself.
Force Centres of the Fire Serpen- tine: heart, throat, navel, spleen, sacral, fontanella, inter- temporal eye.
Conception of the Compromise and Finding of a Formula.
Ideal Present Alone Produces Real Future.polypools. And this, pardonsky! is the way Romeopullupalleaps. 1 Pose the pen, man, way me does. Way ole missa vellatooth fust show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue! Bould strokes for your life! Tip! This is Steal, this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is Doubbllinnbbay- yates. 2 This is brave Danny weeping his spache for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard! how Chawleses Skewered parparaparnelligoes between brave Danny boy and the Connolly. Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L’arty Ma- gory. Eregobragh. Prouf!3
And Kev was wreathed with his pother.
But, (that Jacoby feeling again for fore- bitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kevvy too he just loves his puppadums, I judge!) after all his autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter like it done for a manny another unpious of the hairydary quare quandary ﬁrstings till at length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercy- stroke he measured his earth anyway? could not but recken in his adder’s badder cadder way our frankson who, to be plain, he ﬁght him all time twofeller longa kill dead ﬁnish bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince
according to cocker.
trothblowers. fig and
thistle plot a pig and
whistle.
1 He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes., Mr Tellibly Divilcult!
2 When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance!
3 The Brownes de Browne - Browne of Castlehacknolan.
Service super- seding self.
Catastrophe and Anabasis.
The rotary pro- cessus and its reestablishment of reciprocities.wan’s won! Rip!1 And his countinghands rose.
Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple! Slutningsbane2.
Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried! I can’t say if it’s the weight you strike me to the quick or that red mass I was looking at but at the present momentum, potential as I am, I’m seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours to you and may you be commended for our exhibitiveness! I’d love to take you for a bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you’d only sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long as from here to tomorrow.   By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely for me! Didn’t he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite, she studiert whas? With her listeningin coif- fure, her dream of Endsland’s daylast and the gloriﬁres of being presainted maid to majesty.3 And less is the pity for she isn’t the lollypops she easily might be if she had for a sample Virginia’s air of achievement. That might keep her from throwing delph.4 As I was saying, while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn of the cards. We’re oﬀals boys ambows.5 For I’ve ﬂicked up all the crambs as they crumbed from your table um, singing glory allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So
with eboniser. in pix.
euchre risk, merci buckup, and
mind who you’re pucking, flebby.
1 A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday!
2 Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap!
3 Wipe your glosses with what you know.
4 If I’d more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows tureens.
5 Alls Sings and Alls Howls.
The Twofold Truth and the Conjunctive Ap- petites of Oppo- sitional Orexes.
Trishagion.read we in must book. It tells. He prophets most who bilks the best.
And that salubrated sickenagiaour of yaours have teaspilled all my hazeydency. Forge away, Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp. Bleating Goad, it is the least of things, Eyeinstye! Imagine it, my deep dartry dullard! It is hours giving, not more. I’m only out for celebridging over the guilt of the gap in your hiscitendency.  In eﬀect I could engage in an energument over you till you were republicly royally toobally prussic blue in the shirt after.1
Trionfante di bestia!And if you’re not your bloater’s kipper may I never curse again on that pint I took of Jamesons. Old Keane now, you’re rod, hook and sinker, old jubalee Keane! Biddy’s hair. Biddy’s hair, mine lubber. Where is that Quin but he sknows it knot but what you that are my popular end- phthisis were born with a solver arm up your sleep. Thou in shanty! Thou in scanty shanty!! Thou in slanty scanty shanty!!! Bide in your hush! Bide in your hush, do! The law does not aloud you to shout. I plant my penstock in your postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be to all remembrance. Vale. Ovocation of maid- ing waters.2 For auld lang salvy steyne. I defend you to champ my scullion’s praises. To book alone belongs the lobe. Foremaster’s meed3 will mark tomorrow when we are making pilscrummage to whaboggeryin withcome si compita cunctiti- titilatio? conkery cunk,
thigh- thight-
tickelly-
thigh, lig- gerilag,
titteritot, leg in a tee, lug in a
law, two at a tie, three on a thricky
till ohio ohio ioiomiss.
1 From three shellings. A bluedye sacriﬁce.
2 Not Kilty. But the manajar was. He! He! Ho! Ho! Ho!
3 Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory Mac Gusty.
Abnegation is Adaptation.
Cato. Nero.
Saul. Aristotle. Julius Caesar. Pericles.
Ovid. Adam, Eve.
Domitian. Edipus. Socrates.
Ajax.
Homer. MarcusAurelius.
Alcibiades. Lucretius.staﬀ, scarf and blessed wallet and our aureoles round our neckkandcropfs where as and when Heavysciusgardaddy, parent who oﬀers sweet- meats, will gift uns his Noblett’s surprize. With this laudable purpose in loud ability let us be singulﬁed. Betwixt me and thee hung cong. Item, mizpah ends.
But while the dial are they doodling dawd- ling over the mugs and the grubs? Oikey, Impostolopulos?1 Steady steady steady steady steady studiavimus. Many many many many many manducabimus.2 We’ve had our day at triv and quad and writ our bit as intermidgets. Art, literature, politics, economy, chemistry, human- ity, &c. Duty, the daughter of discipline, the Great Fire at the South City Markets, Belief in Giants and the Banshee, A Place for Every- thing and Everything in its Place, Is the Pen Mightier than the Sword? A Successful Career in the Civil Service,3 The Voice of Nature in the Forest,4 Your Favorite Hero or Heroine, On the Beneﬁts of Recreation,5 If Standing Stones Could Speak, Devotion to the Feast of the Indulgence of Portiuncula, The Dublin Metropolitan Police Sports at Ballsbridge, De- scribe in Homely Anglian Monosyllables the Wreck of the Hesperus,6 What Morals, if any, can be drawn from Diarmuid and Grania?7 Do you Approve of our Existing Parliamentary System? The Uses and Abuses of Insects, A
enter the cop and how. secures gubernant urbis
terrorem.
1 The divvy wants that babbling brook. Dear Auntie Emma Emma Eates.
2 Strike the day oﬀ, the nightcap’s on nigh. Goney, goney gone!
3 R.C., disengaged, good character, would help, no salary.
4 Where Lily is a Lady found the nettle rash.
5 Bubabipibambuli, I can do as I like with what’s me own. Nyamnyam.
6 Able seaman’s caution.
7 Rarely equal and distinct in all things.
Noah. Plato. Horace. Isaac. Tiresias.
Marius. Diogenes. Procne, Philo- mela. Abraham. Nestor. Cincin- natus. Leonidas. Jacob.
Theocritus. Joseph.
Fabius. Samson. Cain.
Esop. Prometheus.Visit to Guinness’ Brewery, Clubs, Advan- tages of the Penny Post, When is a Pun not a Pun? Is the Co-Education of Animus and Anima Wholly Desirable?1 What Happened at Clontarf? Since our Brother Johnathan Signed the Pledge or the Meditations of Two Young Spinsters,2 Why we all Love our Little Lord Mayor, Hengler’s Circus Entertainment, On Thrift,3 The Kettle-Griﬃth-Moynihan Scheme for a New Electricity Supply, Travelling in the Olden Times,4 American Lake Poetry, the Strangest Dream that was ever Halfdreamt.5 Circumspection, Our Allies the Hills, Are Parnellites Just towards Henry Tudor? Tell a Friend in a Chatty Letter the Fable of the Grasshopper and the Ant,6 Santa Claus, The
Lot. Pompeius Magnus,Shame of Slumdom, The Roman Pontiﬀs
Miltiades Strategos. Solon.
Castor, Pollux. Dionysius.
Sappho. Moses. Job. Catilina.
Cadmus. Ezekiel. Solomon. Themistocles. Vitellius. Darius.and the Orthodox Churches,7 The Thirty Hour Week, Compare the Fistic Styles of Jimmy Wilde and Jack Sharkey, How to Understand the Deaf, Should Ladies learn Music or Mathematics? Glory be to Saint Patrick! What is to be found in a Dustheap, The Value of Circumstantial Evidence, Should Spelling? Outcasts in India, Collecting Pewter, Eu,8 Proper and Regular Diet Necessity For,9 If You Do It Do It Now.
1 Jests and the Beastalk with a little rude hiding rod.
2 Wherry like the whaled prophet in a spookeerie.
3 What sins is pim money sans Paris?
4 I’ve lost the place, where was I?
5 Something happened that time I was asleep, torn letters or was there snow?
6 Mich for his pain, Nick in his past.
7 He has
toglieresti in brodoall over his agrammatical parts of face and as for that hippofoxphiz, unlucky number, late for the christening!8 Eh, Monsieur? Où, Monsieur? Eu, Monsieur? Nenni No, Monsieur!
9 Ere we hit the hay, brothers, let’s have that response to prayer!
Xenophon.
Pantocracy. Bimutualism. Interchangeabil- ity. Naturality. Superfetation. Stabimobilism. Periodicity.
Consummation. Interpenetrative- ness. Predicam- ent. Balance of the factual by the theoric Boox and Coox, Amallaga- mated.Delays are Dangerous. Vitavite! Gobble Anne: tea’s set, see’s eneugh! Mox soonly will be in a split second per the chancellory of his exticker.
Aun Do Tri Car Cush1 Shay Shockt Ockt Ni Geg2
Their feed begins.
NIGHTLETTER
With our best youlldied greedings to Pep and Memmy and the old folkers below and beyant, wishing them all very merry Incar- nations in this land of the livvey and plenty of preprosperousness through their coming new yonks
mawmaw, luk, your beeeftay’s fizzin over!
kakao- poetic
lippudenies of the
ungump- tious.
from
jake, jack and little sousoucie (the babes that mean too)
1 Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!
2 And gags for skool, and crossbuns and whopes he’ll enjoyimsolﬀ over our drawings on the line!
It may not or maybe a no concern of the Guinnesses but.
That the fright of his light in tribalbalbutience hides aback in the doom of the balk of the deaf but that the height of his life from a bride’s eye stammpunct is when a man that means a moun- tain barring his distance wades a lymph that plays the lazy win- ning she likes yet that pride that bogs the party begs the glory of a wake while the scheme is like your rumba round me garden, allatheses, with perhelps the prop of a prompt to them, was now or never in Etheria Deserta, as in Grander Suburbia, with Finn- fannfawners, ruric or cospolite, for much or moment indispute.
Whyfor had they, it is Hiberio-Miletians and Argloe-Noremen, donated him, birth of an otion that was breeder to sweatoslaves, as mysterbolder, forced in their waste, and as for Ibdullin what of Himana, that their tolvtubular high ﬁdelity daildialler, as modern as tomorrow afternoon and in appearance up to the minute, (hear- ing that anybody in that ruad duchy of Wollinstown schemed to halve the wrong type of date) equipped with supershielded um- brella antennas for distancegetting and connected by the magnetic links of a Bellini-Tosti coupling system with a vitaltone speaker, capable of capturing skybuddies, harbour craft emittences, key clickings, vaticum cleaners, due to woman formed mobile or man made static and bawling the whowle hamshack and wobble down in an eliminium sounds pound so as to serve him up a mele- goturny marygoraumd, eclectrically ﬁltered for allirish earths and
ohmes. This harmonic condenser enginium (the Mole) they caused to be worked from a magazine battery (called the Mimmim Bimbim patent number 1132, Thorpetersen and Synds, Joms- borg, Selverbergen) which was tuned up by twintriodic singul- valvulous pipelines (lackslipping along as if their liﬃng deepunded on it) with a howdrocephalous enlargement, a gain control of circumcentric megacycles, ranging from the antidulibnium onto the serostaatarean. They ﬁnally caused, or most leastways brung it about somehows, (that) the pip of the lin (to) pinnatrate inthro an auricular forﬁckle (known as the Vakingfar sleeper, mono- fractured by Piaras UaRhuamhaighaudhlug, tympan founder, Eustache Straight, Bauliaughacleeagh) a meatous conch culpable of cunduncing Naul and Santry and the forty routs of Corthy with the concertiums of the Brythyc Symmonds Guild, the Ropemakers Reunion, the Variagated Peddlars Barringoy Bni- brthirhd, the Askold Olegsonder Crowds of the O’Keef-Rosses ant Rhosso-Keevers of Zastwoking, the Ligue of Yahooth O.S.V. so as to lall the bygone dozed they arborised around, up his corpular fruent and down his reuctionary buckling, hummer, enville and cstorrap (the man of Iren, thore’s Curlymane for you!), lill the lubberendth of his otological life.
House of call is all their evenbreads though its cartomance hallucinate like an erection in the night the mummery of whose deed, a lur of Nur, immerges a mirage in a merror, for it is where by muzzinmessed for one watthour, bilaws below, till time jings pleas, that host of a bottleﬁlled, the bulkily hulkwight, hunter’s pink of face, an orel orioled, is in on a bout to be unbulging an o’connell’s, the true one, all seethic, a luckybock, pledge of the stoup, whilom his canterberry bellseyes wink wickeding indtil the teller, oyne of an oustman in skull of skand. Yet is it, this ale of man, for him, our hubuljoynted, just a tug and a ﬁstful as for Culsen, the Patagoreyan, chieftain of chokanchuckers and his moyety joyant, under the foamer dispensation when he pullupped the turfeycork by the greats of gobble out of Lougk Neagk. When, pressures be to our hoary frother, the pop gave his sullen bulletaction and, bilge, sled a movement of catharic emulsipotion
down the sloppery slide of a slaunty to tilted lift-ye-landsmen. Allamin. Which in the ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of a drink her drainer from the basses brothers, those two theygottheres.
It was long after once there was a lealand in the luﬃng ore it was less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the Norweeger’s capstan.
So he sought with the lobestir claw of his propencil the clue of the wickser in his ear. O, lord of the barrels, comer forth from Anow (I have not mislaid the key of Efas-Taem), O, Ana, bright lady, comer forth from Thenanow (I have not left temptation in the path of the sweeper of the threshold), O!
 Link of a leadder, dubble in it, slake your thirdst thoughts awake with it. Our svalves are svalves aroon! We rescue thee, O Baass, from the damp earth and honour thee. O Connibell, with mouth burial! So was done, neat and trig. Up draught and whet them!
Then sagd he to the ship’s husband. And in his translaten- tic norjankeltian. Hwere can a ketch or hook alive a suit and sowterkins? Soot! sayd the ship’s husband, knowing the language, here is tayleren. Ashe and Whitehead, closechop, successor to. Ahorror, he sayd, canting around to that beddest his friend, the tayler, for ﬁnixed coulpure, chunk pulley muchy chink topside numpa one sellafella, fake an capstan make and shoot! Manning to sayle of clothse for his lady her master whose to be precised of a peer of trouders under the pattern of a cassack. Let me prove, I pray thee, but this once, sazd Mengarments, saving the mouth- brand from his ﬁrepool. He spit in his faist (beggin): he tape the raw baste (paddin): he planked his pledge (as dib is a dab): and he tog his fringe sleeve (buthock lad, fur whale). Alloy for allay and this toolth for that soolth. Lick it and like it. A barter, a parter. And plenty good enough, neighbour Norreys, every bit and grain. And the ship’s husband brokecurst after him to hail the
lugger. Stolp, tief, stolp, come bag to Moy Eireann! And the Norweeger’s capstan swaradeed, some blowﬁsh out of schooling: All lykkehud! Below taiyor he ikan heavin sets. But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered bark to the lots of his vauce. And aweigh he yankered on the Norgean run so that seven sailend sonnenrounders was he breastbare to the brina- bath, where bottoms out has fatthoms full, fram Franz José Land til Cabo Thormendoso, evenstarde and risingsoon. Up the Rivor Tanneiry and down the Golfe Desombres. Farety days and fearty nights. Enjoy yourself, O maremen! And the tides made, veer and haul, and the times marred, rear and fall, and, holey bucket, dinned he raign!
Hump! Hump! bassed the broaders-in-laugh with a quick piddysnip that wee halfbit a second.
I will do that, sazd Kersse, mainingstaying the rigout for her wife’s lairdship. Nett sew? they hunched back at the earpicker.
But old sporty, as endth lord, in ryehouse reigner, he nought feared crimp or cramp of shore sharks, plotsome to getsome. It was whol niet godthaab of errol Loritz oﬀ his Cape of Good Howthe and his trippertrice loretta lady, a maomette to his monetone, with twy twy twinky her stone hairpins, only not, if not, a queen of Prancess their telling tabled who was for his seeming a casket through the heavenly, nay, heart of the sweet (had he hows would he keep her as niece as a ﬁddle!) but in the mealtub it was wohl yeas sputsbargain what, rarer of recent, an occasional conformity, he, with Muggleton Muckers, alwagers allalong most certainly allowed, as pilerinnager’s grace to peti- tionists of right, of the three blend cupstoomerries with their customed spirits, the Gill gob, the Burklley bump, the Wallisey wanderlook, having their ceilidhe gailydhe in his shaunty irish. Group drinkards maaks grope thinkards or how reads rotary, jewr of a chrestend, respecting the otherdogs churchees, so long plubs will be plebs but plabs by low frequency ampliﬁcation may later agree to have another. For the people of the shed are the sure ads of all quorum. Lorimers and leathersellers, skinners and salters, pewterers and paperstainers, parishclerks, ﬂetcherbowyers,
girdlers, mercers, cordwainers and ﬁrst, and not last, the weavers. Our library he is hoping to ye public.
Innholder, upholder.
Sets on sayfohrt! Go to it, agitator! they bassabosuned over the ﬂowre of their hoose. Godeown moseys and skeep thy beeble bee!
I will do that, acordial, by mine hand, sazd Kersse, piece Cod, and in the ﬂap of a jacket, ructiﬁed after his nap of a blankit their o’cousin, as sober as the ship’s husband he was one my god- father when he told me saw whileupon I am now well and jurily sagasﬁde after the boonamorse the widower, according to rider, following pnomoneya, he is consistently blown to Adams. So help me boyg who keeps the book!
Whereofter, behest his suzerain law the Thing and the pilsener had the baar, Recknar Jarl, (they called him Roguenor, Irl call him) still passing the change-a-pennies, pengeypigses, a several sort of coyne in livery, pushed their whisper in his hairing, (seemed, a some shipshep’s sottovoxed stalement, a dearagadye, to hasvey anyone doing duty for duﬀ point of dorkland compors) the same to the good ind ast velut discharge after which he had exemptied more than orphan for the ballast of his nurtural life. And threw a cast. A few pigses and hare you are and no chicking, tribune’s tribute, if you guess mimic miening. Meanly in his lewd- brogue take your tyon coppels token, with this good sixtric from-mine runbag of juwels. Nummers that is summus that is toptip that is bottombay that is Twomeys that is Digges that is Heres. In the frameshape of hard mettles. For we all would fain make glories. It is minely well mint.
Thus as count the costs of liquid courage, a bullyon gauger, stowed stivers pengapung in bulk in hold (ﬁght great ﬁnnence! brayvoh, little bratton!) keen his kenning, the queriest of the crew, with that fellow fearing for his own misshapes, should he be himpself namesakely a foully fallen dissentant from the peripu- lator, sued towerds Meade-Reid and Lynn-Duﬀ, rubbing the hodden son of a pookal, leaden be light, lather be dry and it be drownd on all the ealsth beside, how the camel and where the
deiﬀel or when the ﬁnicking or why the funicking, who caused the scaﬀolding to be ﬁrst removed you give orders, babeling, were their reidey meade answer when on the cutey (the cores- pondent) in conﬂict of evidence drew a kick at witness but (missed) and for whom in the dyﬄun’s kiddy removed the planks they were wanted, boob.
Bump!
Bothallchoractorschumminaroundgansumuminarumdrum- strumtruminahumptadumpwaultopoofoolooderamaunsturnup!
Did do a dive, aped one.
Propellopalombarouter, based two.
Rutsch is for rutterman ramping his roe, seed three. Where the muddies scrimm ball. Bimbim bimbim. And the maidies scream all. Himhim himhim.
And forthemore let legend go lore of it that mortar scene so cwympty dwympty what a dustydust it razed arboriginally but, luck’s leap to the lad at the top of the ladder, so sartor’s risorted why the sinner the badder! Ho ho ho hoch! La la la lach! Hillary rillarry gibbous grist to our millery! A pushpull, qq: quiescence, pp: with extravent intervulve coupling. The savest lauf in the world. Paradoxmutose caring, but here in a present booth of Balla- clay, Barthalamou, where their dutchuncler mynhosts and serves them dram well right for a boors’ interior (homereek van hohm- ryk) that salve that selver is to screen its auntey and has ringround as worldwise eve her sins (pip, pip, pip) willpip futurepip feature apip footloose pastcast with spareshins and ﬂash substittles of noirse-made-earsy from a nephew mind the narrator but give the devil his so long as those sohns of a blitzh call the tuone tuone and thonder alout makes the thurd. Let there be. Due.
That’s all murtagh purtagh but whad ababs his dopter? sissed
they who were onetime ungkerls themselves, (when the youthel of
his yorn shook the bouchal in his bed) twilled along- side in
wiping the rice assatiated with their wetting. The lappel of his
size? His ros in sola velnere
and he sicckumed of homnis terrars. She wends to scoulas in her
slalpers. There were no pea- nats in her famalgia so no wumble she
tumbled for his famas
roalls davors. Don’t him forget! A butcheler artsed out of Cullege Trainity. Diddled he daddle a drop of the cradler on delight mebold laddy was stetched? Knit wear? And they addled, (or ere the cry of their tongues would be uptied dead) Shuﬄebotham asidled, plus his ducks fore his drills, an inlay of a liddle more lining maught be licensed all at ones, be these same tokens, for- giving a brass rap, sneither a whole length nor a short shift so full as all were concerned.
Burniface, shiply efter, shoply after, at an angle of lag, let ﬂow, brabble brabble and brabble, and so hostily, heavyside breathing, came up with them and, check me joule, shot the three tailors, butting back to Moyle herring, bump as beam and buttend, roller and reiter, after the diluv’s own deluge, the seasant samped as skibber breezed in, tripping, dripping, threw the sheets in the wind, the tights of his trunks at tickle to tackle and his rubmelucky truss rehorsing the pouﬀed skirts of his overhawl. He’d left his stickup in his hand to show them none ill feeling. Whatthough for all appentices it had a mushroom on it. While he faced them front to back, Then paraseuls round, quite taken atack, sclaiming, Howe cools Eavybrolly!
Good marrams, sagd he, freshwatties and boasterdes all, as he put into bierhiven, nogeysokey ﬁrst, cabootle segund, jilling to windwards, as he made straks for that oerasound the snarsty weg for Publin, so was his horenpipe lug in the lee oﬀ their mouths organs, with his tilt too taut for his tammy all a slaunter and his wigger on a wagger with its tag tucked. Up. With a good easter- ing and a good westering. And he asked from him how the hitch did do this my fand sulkers that mone met the Kidballacks which he suttonly remembered also where the hatch was he endnew strandweys he’s that fond sutchenson, a penincular fraimd of mind, fordeed he was langseling to talka holt of hems, clown toﬀ, tye hug ﬂiorten. Cablen: Cliﬀtop. Shelvling tobay oppe- long tomeadow. Ware cobbles. Posh.
Skibbereen has common inn, by pounautique, with poke- way paw, and sadder raven evermore, telled shinshanks lauwering frankish for his kicker who, through the medium of gallic
Pukkelsen, tilltold.
That with some our prowed invisors how their ulstravoliance led them infroraids, striking down and landing alow, against our aerian insulation resistance, two boards that beached ast one, wid- ness thane and tysk and hanry. Prepatrickularly all, they summed. Kish met. Bound to. And for landlord, noting, nodding, a coast to moor was cause to mear. Besides proof plenty, over proof While they either took a heft. Or the other swore his eric. Heaved two, spluiced the menbrace. Heirs at you, Brewinbaroon! Weth a whistle for methanks.
Good marrams and good merrymills, sayd good mothers gossip, bobbing his bowing both ways with the bents and skerries, when they were all in the old walled of Kinkincaraborg (and that they did overlive the hot air of Montybunkum upon the coal blasts of Mitropolitos let there meeds be the hourihorn), hibernia- ting after seven oak ages, fearsome where they were he had gone dump in the doomering this tide where the peixies would pickle him down to the button of his seat and his sess old soss Erinly into the boelgein with the help of Divy and Jorum’s locquor and shut the door after him to make a rarely ﬁne Ran’s cattle of ﬁsh. Morya Mortimor! Allapalla overus! Howoft had the ballshee tried! And they laying low for his home gang in that eeriebleak mead, with ﬁreball feast and turkeys tumult and paupers patch to provide his bum end. The foe things your niggerhead needs to be ﬁtten for the Big Water. He made the sign of the ham- mer. God’s drought, he sayd, after a few daze, thinking of all those bliakings, how leif pauses! Here you are back on your haw- kins, from Blasil the Brast to our povotogesus portocall, the furt on the turn of the hurdies, slave to trade, vassal of spices and a dragon-the-market, and be turbot, lurch a stripe, as were you soused methought out of the mackerel. Eldsfells! sayd he. A kumpavin on iceslant! Here’s open handlegs for one old faulker from the hame folk here in you’s booth! So sell me gundy, sagd the now waging cappon, with a warry posthumour’s expletion, shoots ogos shootsle him or where’s that slob? A bit bite of keesens, he sagd, til Dennis, for this jantar (and let the dobblins
roast perus,) or a stinger, he sagd, t. d., on a doroughbread ken- nedy’s for Patriki San Saki on svo fro or my old relogion’s out of tiempor and when I’m soured to the tipple you can sink me lead, he sagd, and, if I get can, sagd he, a pusspull of tomtar- tarum. Thirst because homing hand give. Allkey dallkey, sayd the shop’s housebound, for he was as deep as the north star (and could tolk sealer’s solder into tankar’s tolder) as might have sayd every man to his beast, and a treat for the trading scow, my cater million falls to you and crop feed a stall! Afram. And he got and gave the ekspedient for Hombreyhambrey wilcomer what’s the good word. He made the sign on the feaster. Cloth be laid! And a disk of osturs for the swanker! Allahballah! He was the care- lessest man I ever see but he sure had the most sand. One ﬁsh- ball with ﬁxings! For a dan of a ven of a ﬁn of a son of a gun of a gombolier. Ekspedient, sayd he, sonnur mine, Shackleton Sul- ten! Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul us all, sayd he, like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and Maldemaer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking from the bowl at his food and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn. Till they plied him behaste on the fare. Say wehrn!
Nohow did he kersse or hoot alike the suit and solder skins, minded ﬁrst breachesmaker with considerable way on and
Humpsea dumpsea, the munchantman, secondsnipped cutter the curter.
A ninth for a ninth. Take my worth from it. And no mistaenk, they thricetold the taler and they knew the whyed for too. The because of his sosuch. Uglymand ﬁt himshemp but throats ﬁll us all! And three’s here’s for repeat of the unium! Place the scaurs wore on your groot big bailey bill, he apullajibed, the O’Colonel Power, latterly distented from the O’Conner Dan, so promonitory himself that he was obliﬃous of the headth of hosth that rosed before him, from Sheeroskouro, under its zembliance of mardal mansk, like a dun darting dullemitter, with his moultain haares stuck in plostures upon it, (do you kend yon peak with its coast so green?) still trystfully acape for her his gragh knew well in pre-
cious memory and that proud grace to her, in gait a movely water, of smile a coolsome cup, with that rareﬁed air of a Montmalency and her quick little breaths and her climbing colour. Take thee live will save thee wive? I’ll think uplon, lilady. Should anerous enthroproise call homovirtue, duinnafear! The ghem’s to the ghoom be she nere zo zma. Obsit nemon! Floodlift, her ancient of rights regaining, so yester yidd, even remembrance. And greater grown then in the triﬂe of her days, a mouse, a mere tittle, trots oﬀ with the whole panoromacron picture. Her young- free yoke stilling his wandercursus, jilt the spin of a curl and jolt the broadth of a buoy. The Annexandreian captive conquest. Ethna Prettyplume, Hooghly Spaight. Him her ﬁrst lap, her his fast pal, for ditcher for plower, till deltas twoport. While this glowworld’s lump is gloaming oﬀ and han in hende will grow. Through simpling years where the lowcasts have aten of amilikan honey and datish fruits and a bannock of barley on Tham the Thatcher’s palm. O wanderness be wondernest and now! Listen- eath to me, veils of Mina! He would withsay, nepertheloss, that is too me mean. I oldways did me walsh and preechup ere we set to sope and fash. Now eats the vintner over these contents oft with his sad slow munch for backonham. Yet never shet it the brood of aurowoch, not for legions of donours of Gamuels. I have performed the law in truth for the lord of the law, Taif Alif. I have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in Anna- polis, my youthrib city. Be ye then my protectors unto Mussa- botomia before the guards of the city. Theirs theres is a gentle- meants agreement. Womensch plodge. To slope through heather till the foot. Join Andersoon and Co. If the ﬂowers of speech valed the springs of me rising the hiker I hilltapped the murk I mist my blezzard way. Not a knocker on his head nor a nick- number on the manyoumeant. With that coldtbrundt natteldster wefting stinks from Alpyssinia, wooving nihilnulls from Memo- land and wolving the ulvertones of the voice. But his spectrem onlymergeant crested from the irised sea in plight, calvitousness, loss, nngnr, gliddinyss, unwill and snorth. It might have been what you call your change of my life but there’s the chance of a
night for my lifting. Hillyhollow, valleylow! With the sounds and the scents in the morning.
I shot be shoddied, throttle me, ﬁne me cowheel for ever, usquebauched the ersewild aleconner, for bringing briars to Bem- bracken and ringing rinbus round Demetrius for, as you wrinkle wryghtly, bully bluedomer, it’s a suirsite’s stircus haunting hes- teries round old volcanoes. We gin too gnir and thus plinary indulgence makes collemullas of us all. But Time is for talerman tasting his tap. Tiptoptap, Mister Maut.
 Plumped.
Which both did. Prompt. Eh, chrystal holder? Save Ampster- dampster that had rheumaniscences in his netherlumbs.
By the drope in his groin, Ali Slupa, thinks the cappon, plumbing his liners, we were heretofore.
And be the coop of his gobbos, Reacher the Thaurd, thinks your girth fatter, apopo of his buckseaseilers, but where’s Horace’s courtin troopsers?