striped conference here’s how. Nerbu de Bios! If you twos goes to walk upon the railway, Gard, and I’ll goad to beat behind the bush! See to it! Snip! It’s up to you. I’ll be hatsnatching harrier to hiding huries hinder hedge. Snap! I’ll tear up your limpshades and lock all your trotters in the closet, I will, and cut your silk- skin into garters. You’ll give up your ask unbrodhel ways when I make you reely smart. So skelp your budd and kiss the hurt! I’ll have plenary sadisfaction, plays the bishop, for your partial’s indulgences if your my rodeo gell. Fair man and foul suggestion. There’s a lot of lecit pleasure coming bangslanging your way, Miss Pinpernelly satin. For your own good, you understand, for the man who lifts his pud to a woman is saving the way for kindness. You’ll rebmemer your mottob
Aveh Tiger Romamikely smarter the nickst time.  Lights out now (bouf!), tight and sleep on it. And that’s how I’ll bottle your greedypuss beautibus for ye, me bullin heifer, for ’tis I that have the peer of arrams that carry a wallop. Between them.Unbeknownst to you would ire turn o’er see, a nuncio would I return here. How (from the sublime to the ridiculous) times out of oft, my future, shall we think with deepest of love and recollection by rintrospection of thee but me far away on the pillow, breathing foundly o’er my names all through the empties, whilst moidhered by the rattle of the doppeldoorknockers. Our homerole poet to Ostelinda, Fred Wetherly, puts it somewhys better. You’re sitting on me style, maybe, whereoft I helped your ore. Littlegame rumilie from Liﬀalidebankum, (Toobli- queme!) but a big corner ﬁll you do in this unadulterated seat of our aﬀections. Aerwenger’s my breed so may we uncreepingly
multipede like the sands on Amberhann! Sevenheavens, O heaven! Iy waount yiou! yore ways to melittleme were wonderful so Ickam purseproud in sending uym loveliest pansiful thoughts touching me dash in-you through wee dots Hyphen, the so pretty arched godkin of beddingnights. If I’ve proved to your sallysfashion how I’m a man of Armor let me so, let me sue, let me see your isabellis. How I shall, should I survive, as, please the uniter of U.M.I. hearts, I am living in hopes to do, replacing mig wandering handsup in yawers so yeager for mitch, positively cover the two pure chicks of your comely plumpchake with zuccherikissings, hong, kong, and so gong, that I’d scare the bats out of the ivfry one of those puggy mornings, honestly, by my rantandog and daddyoak I will, become come coming when, upon the mingling of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like massive mountains to part no more, you will there and then, in those happy moments of ouryour soft accord, rainkiss on me back, for full marks with shouldered arms, and in that united
I.R.U. stade, when I come (touf! touf!) wildﬂier’s fox into my own greengeese again, swap sweetened smugs, six of one for half a dozen of the other, till they’ll bet we’re the cuckoo derby when cherries next come back to Ealing as come they must, as they musted in their past, as they must for my pressing season, as hereinafter must they chirrywill immediately suant on my safe return to ignorance and bliss in my horseless Coppal Poor, through suirland and noreland, kings country and queens, with my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the way ye’ll hardly. Knowme.
Slim ye, come slum with me and rally rats’ roundup! ’Tis post puriﬁcation we will, sales of work and social service, missus, completing our Abelite union by the adoptation of fosterlings. Embark for Euphonia! Up Murphy, Henson and O’Dwyer, the Warchester Warders! I’ll put in a shirt time if you’ll get through your shift and between us in our shared slaves, brace to brassiere and shouter to shunter, we’ll pull oﬀ our working programme. Come into the garden guild and be free of the gape athome! We’ll circumcivicise all Dublin country. Let us, the real Us, all ignite in our prepurgatory grade as apos-
cals and be instrumental to utensilise, help our Jakeline sisters clean out the hogshole and generally ginger things up. Meliorism in massquantities, raﬄing receipts and sharing sweepstakes till navel, spokes and felloes hum like hymn. Burn only what’s Irish, accepting their coals. You will soothe the cokeblack bile that’s Anglia’s and touch Armourican’s iron core. Write me your essayes, my vocational scholars, but corsorily, dipping your nose in it, for Henrietta’s sake, on mortinatality in the life of jewries and the sludge of King Haarington’s at its height, running boulevards over the whole of it. I’d write it all by mownself if I only had here of my jolly young watermen. Bear in mind, by Michael, all the provincial’s bananas peels and elacock eggs mak- ing drawadust jubilee along Henry, Moore, Earl and Talbot Streets. Luke at all the memmer manning he’s dung for the pray of birds, our priest-mayor-king-merchant, strewing the Castle- knock Road and drawing manure upon it till the ﬁrst glimpse of Wales and from Ballses Breach Harshoe up to Dumping’s Corner with the Mirist fathers’ brothers eleven versus White Friars out on a rogation stag party. Compare them caponchin trowlers with the Bridge of Belches in Fairview, noreast Dublin’s favourite souwest wateringplatz and ump as you lump it. What do you mean by Jno Citizen and how do you think of Jas Pagan? Compost liﬀe in Dufblin by Pierce Egan with the baugh in Baughkley of Fino Ralli. Explain why there is such a number of orders of religion in Asea! Why such an order number in preference to any other number? Why any number in any order at all? Now? Where is the greenest island oﬀ the black coats of Spaign? Overset into universal: I am perdrix and upon my pet ridge. Oralmus! Way, O way for the autointaxication of our town of the Fords in a huddle! Hailfellow some wellmet boneshaker or, to ascertain the facts for herself, run up your showeryweather once and trust and take the Drumgondola tram and, wearing the midlimb and vestee endorsed by the hierarchy ﬁtted with ecclastics, bending your steps, pick a trail and stand on, say, Aston’s, I advise you strongly, along quaith a copy of the Seeds and Weeds Act when you have procured one for your-
self and take a good longing gaze into any nearby shopswindow you may select at suppose, let us say, the hoyth of number eleven, Kane or Keogh’s, and in the course of about thirtytwo minutes’ time proceed to turn aroundabout on your heehills to- wards the previous causeway and I shall be very cruelly mis- taken indeed if you will not be jushed astunshed to see how you will be meanwhile durn weel topcoated with kakes of slush occasioned by the mush jam of the cross and blackwalls traﬃc in transit. See Capels and then ﬂy. Show me that complaint book here. Where’s Cowtends Kateclean, the woman with the muckrake? When will the W.D. face of our sow muckloved d’lin, the Troia of towns and Carmen of cities, crawling with mendiants in per- forated clothing, get its wellbelavered white like l’pool and m’chester? When’s that grandnational goldcapped dupsydurby houspill coming with its vomitives for our mothers-in-load and stretchers for their devitalised males? I am all of me for freedom of speed but who’ll disasperaguss Pope’s Avegnue or who’ll uproose the Opian Way? Who’ll brighton Brayhowth and bait the Bull Bailey and never despair of Lorcansby? The rampant royal commissioners! ’Tis an ill weed blows no poppy good.  Oil for meed and toil for feed and a walk with the band for Job Loos. If I hope not charity what proﬁteers me? Nothing! My tippers of ﬂags are knobs of hard- shape for it isagrim tale, keeping the father of curls from the sport of oak. Do you know what, liddle giddles? One of those days I am advised by the smiling voteseeker who’s now snoring elued to positively strike oﬀ hiking for good and all as I bldy well bdly ought until such temse as some mood is made under privy-sealed orders to get me an increase of automoboil and foot- wear for these poor discalced and a bourse from bon Somewind for a cure at Badanuweir (though where it’s going to come from this time —) as I sartunly think now, honest to John, for an income plexus that that’s about the sanguine boundary limit. Amean.
Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, what though still high fa luting, as he turned his dorse to her to pay court to it, and ouverleaved his booseys to give the note and
score, phonoscopically incuriosited and melancholic this time whiles, as on the fulmament he gaped in wulderment, his on- saturncast eyes in stellar attraction followed swift to an imagin- ary swellaw, O, the vanity of Vanissy! All ends vanishing! Pur- sonally, Grog help me, I am in no violent hurry. If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them. I’ll nose a blue fonx with any tristys blinking upon this earthlight of all them that pass by the way of the deerdrive, conconey’s run or wilfrid’s walk, but I’d turn back as lief as not if I could only spoonﬁnd the nippy girl of my heart’s appointment, Mona Vera Toutou Ipostila, my lady of Lyons, to guide me by gastronomy under her safe conduct. That’s more in my line. I’d ask no kinder of fates than to stay where I am, with my tinny of brownie’s tea, under the invocation of Saint Jamas Hanway, servant of Gamp, lapidated, and Jacobus a Pershawm, intercissous, for my thuri- fex, with Peter Roche, that frind of my boozum, leaning on my cubits, at this passing moment by localoption in the birds’ lodg- ing, me pheasants among, where I’ll dreamt that I’ll dwealth mid warblers’ walls when throstles and choughs to my sigh hiehied, with me hares standing up well and me longlugs dittoes, where a maurdering row, the fox! has broken at the coward sight till well on into the beausome of the exhaling night, pinching stop- andgo jewels out of the hedges and catching dimtop brilliants on the tip of my wagger but for that owledclock (fast cease to it!) has just gone twoohoo the hour and that yen breezes zipping round by Drumsally do be devils to play ﬂeurt. I could sit on safe side till the bark of Saint Grouseus for hoopoe’s hours, till heoll’s hoerrisings, laughing lazy at the sheep’s lightning and turn a wida- most ear dreamily to the drummling of snipers, hearing the wire- less harps of sweet old Aerial and the mails across the nightrives (peepet! peepet!) and whippoor willy in the woody (moor park! moor park!) as peacefed as a philopotamus, and crekking jugs at the grenoulls, leaving tealeaves for the trout and belleeks for the wary till I’d followed through my upﬁelded neviewscope the rugaby moon cumuliously godrolling himself westasleep amuckst the cloudscrums for to watch how carefully my nocturnal goose-
mother would lay her new golden sheegg for me down under in the shy orient. What wouldn’t I poach — the rent in my river- side, my otther shoes, my beavery, honest! — ay, and melt my belt for a dace feast of grannom with the ﬁnny ones, those happy greppies in their minnowahaw, ﬂashing down the swansway, leaps ahead of the swift MacEels, the big Gillaroo redfellows and the pursewinded carpers, rearin antis rood perches astench of me, or, when I’d like own company best, with the help of a norange and bear, to be reclined by the lasher on my logansome, my g.b.d. in my f.a.c.e., solfanelly in my shellyholders and lov’d latakia, the benuvolent, for my nosethrills, with the jealosomines wilting away to their heart’s deelight and the king of saptimber letting down his humely odours for my consternation, dapping my griﬀeen, burning water in the spearlight or catching trophies of the king’s royal college of sturgeone by the armful for to bake pike and pie while, O twined me abower in L’Alouette’s Tower, all Adelaide’s naughtingerls juckjucking benighth me, I’d ga- mut my twittynice Dorian blackbudds chthonic solphia oﬀ my singasongapiccolo to pipe musicall airs on numberous fairy- aciodes. I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up there, yes see, I double give, till the spinney all eclosed asong with them. Isn’t that lovely though? I give to me alone I trouble give! I may have no mind to lamagnage the forte bits like the pianage but you can’t cadge me oﬀ the key. I’ve a voicical lilt too true. Nomario! And bemolly and jiesis! For I sport a whatyoumacormack in the latcher part of my throughers. And the lark that I let ﬂy (olala!) is as cockful of funantics as it’s tune to my fork. Naturale you might lower register me as diserecordant, but I’m athlone in the lillabilling of killarnies. That’s ﬂat. Yet ware the wold, you! What’s good for the gorse is a goad for the garden. Lethals lurk heimlocked in logans. Loathe laburnums. Dash the gaudy death- cup! Bryony O’Bryony, thy name is Belladama! But enough of greenwood’s gossip. Birdsnests is birdsnests. Thine to wait but mine to wage. And now play sharp to me. Doubleﬁrst I’ll head foremost through all my examhoops. And what sensitive coin I’d be possessed of at Latouche’s, begor, I’d sink it sumtotal, every
dolly farting, in vestments of subdominal poteen at prime cost and I bait you my chancey oldcoat against the whole ounce you half on your backboard (if madamaud strips mesdamines may cold strafe illglands!) that I’m the gogetter that’d make it pay like cash registers as sure as there’s a pot on a pole. And, what with one man’s ﬁsh and a dozen men’s poissons, sowing my wild plums to reap ripe plentihorns mead, lashings of erbole and hydromel and bragget, I’d come out with my magic ﬂuke in close time, fair, free and frolicky, zooming tophole on the mart as a factor. And I tell you the Bective’s wouldn’t hold me. By the unsleeping Solman Annadromus, ye god of little pescies, nothing would stop me for mony makes multimony like the brogues and the kishes. Not the Ulster Riﬂes and the Cork Milice and the Dublin Fusees and Connacht Rangers ensembled! I’d axe the channon and leip a liﬀey and drink annyblack water that rann onme way. Yip! How’s thats for scats, mine shatz, for a lovebird? To funk is only peternatural its daring feers divine. Bebold! Like Varian’s balaying all behind me.  Holy petter and pal, I’d spoil you altogether, my sumptuous Sheila! Mumm all to do brut frull up ﬁzz and unpop a few shortusians or shake a pale of sparkling ice, hear it swirl, happy girl! Not a spot of my hide but you’d love to seek and scanagain! There’d be no stand- ing me, I tell you. And, as gameboy as my pagan name K.C. is what it is, I’d never say let ﬂy till we shot that blissup and swumped each other, manawife, into our sever nevers where I’d plant you, my Gizzygay, on the electric ottoman in the lap of lechery, simpringly stitchless with admiracion, among the most uxuriously furnished compartments, with sybarate chambers, just as I’d run my shoestring into near a million or so of them as a ﬁrstclass dealer and everything. Only for one thing that, how- over famiksed I would become, I’d be awful anxious, you under- stand, about shoepisser pluvious and in assideration of the terrible
luftsucks woabling around with the hedrolics in the coold amstop- here till the borting that would perish the Dane and his chapter of accidents to be atramental to the better half of my alltoolyrical health, not considering my capsﬂap, and that’s the truth now out of the cackling bag for truly sure, for another thing, I never could tell the leest falsehood that would truthfully give sotisﬁction. I’m not talking apple sauce eithou. Or up in my hat. I earnst. Schue!
Sissibis dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago in Tennis Flonnels Mac Courther, his correspondance, besated upon my tripos, and just thinking like thauthor how long I’d like myself to be continued at Hothelizod, peeking into the focus and pecking at thumbnail reveries, pricking up ears to my phono on the ground and picking up airs from th’other over th’ether, ’tis tramsported with grief I am this night sublime, as you may see by my size and my brow that’s all forehead, to go forth, frank and hoppy, to the tune the old plow tied oﬀ, from our nostorey house, upon this benedictine errand but it is historically the most glorious mission, secret or profund, through all the annals of our
as you so often term her — eﬀerfreshpainted livy, in beautiﬁc repose, upon the silence of the dead, from pharoph the nextﬁrst down to ramescheckles the last bust thing. The Vico road goes round and round to meet where terms begin. Still onappealed to by the cycles and unappalled by the recoursers we feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full of my breadth from pride I am (breezed be the healthy same!) for ’tis a grand thing (superb!) to be going to meet a king, not an every- night king, nenni, by gannies, but the overking of Hither-on- Thither Erin himself, pardee, I’m saying. Before there was patch at all on Ireland there lived a lord at Lucan. We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are of everything in the newlywet fellow that’s bound to follow. I’ll lay you a guinea for a hayseed now. Tell mother that. And tell her tell her old one. ’Twill amuse her.
Well, to the ﬁgends of Annanmeses with the wholeabuelish business! For I declare to Jeshuam I’m beginning to get sunsick! I’m not half Norawain for nothing. The ﬁne ice so temperate
of our, alas, those times are not so far oﬀ as you might wish to be congealed. So now, I’ll ask of you, let ye create no scenes in my poor primmafore’s wake.  May my tunc fester if ever I see such a miry lot of maggalenes!  Just a plain shays by the ﬁre for absent- er Sh the Po and I’ll make ye all an eastern hummingsphere of myself the moment that you name the way. Look in the slag scuttle and you’ll see me sailspread over the singing, and what do ye want trippings for when you’ve Paris inspire your hat?  Lo, improving ages wait ye! In the orchard of the bones. Some time very presently now when yon clouds are dissipated after their forty years shower, the odds are, we shall all be hooked and happy, communionistically, among the ﬁeldnights eliceam,
éliteof the elect, in the land of lost of time. Johannisburg’s a re- velation! Deck the diamants that never die! So cut out the lone- some stuﬀ! Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart as you can lower it! Out with lent! Clap hands postilium! Fastintide is by. Yoursole and myopper must hereupon part company. So for e’er fare thee welt! Parting’s fun. Take thou, the wringle’s thine, love. This dime doth trost thee from mine alms. Goodbye, swisstart, goodbye! Haugh! Haugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading ye between lines that do have no sense at all. I sign myself. With much leg. Inﬂexibly yours. Ann Posht the Shorn. To be continued. Huck!
 Our virgin! Thou holy! Our health! Thou strong! Our victory! O salutary! Sustain our ﬁrm solitude, thou who thou well strokest! Hear, hairy ones! We have sued thee but late. Beauty parlous!) when suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mer- cury he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to see what’s loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till ﬁrst he sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of the earth!) after which he pondered and ﬁnally he replied:
There is some thing more. A word apparting and shall the heart’s tone be silent. Engagements, I’ll beseal you! Fare thee well, fairy well! All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It’s prayers in layers all the thumping time, begor, the young gloria’s gang voices the old doxologers, in the suburrs of the heavenly gardens, once we shall have passed, after surceases, all serene through neck and necklike Derby and June to our snug eternal retribu- tion’s reward (the scorchhouse). Shunt us! shunt us! shut us! If you want to be felixed come and be parked. Sacred ease there! The seanad and pobbel queue’s remainder. To it, to it! Seekit headup! No petty family squabbles Up There nor homemade
hurricanes in our Cohortyard, no cupahurling nor apuckalips nor no puncheon jodelling nor no nothing. With the Byrns which is far better and eve for ever your idle be. You will hardly reconnoitre the old wife in the new bustle and the farmer shinner in his latterday paint. It’s the fulldress Toussaint’s wakeswalks experdition after a bail motion from the chamber of horrus. Saﬀron buns or sovran bonhams whichever you’r avider to like it and lump it, but give it a name. Iereny allover irelands. And there’s food for refection when the whole ﬂock’s at home. Hog- manny di’yegut? Hogmanny di’yesmellygut? And hogmanny di’yesmellyspatterygut? You take Joe Hanny’s tip for it! Post- martem is the goods. With Jolliﬁcation a tight second. Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow!  We may come, touch and go, from atoms and ifs but we’re presurely destined to be odd’s without ends. Here we moult in Moy Kain and ﬂop on the seemy side, living sure of hardly a doorstep for a stop gap, with Whogoes- there and a live sandbag round the corner. But upmeyant, Pro- spector, you sprout all your abel and woof your wings dead certain however of neuthing whatever to aye forever while Hyam Hyam’s in the chair. Ah, sure, pleasantries aside, in the tail of the cow what a humpty daum earth looks our miseryme here- today as compared beside the Hereweareagain Gaieties of the Afterpiece when the Royal Revolver of these real globoes lets regally ﬁre of his
mio colpofor the chrisman’s pandemon to give over and the Harlequinade to begin properly SPQueaRking Mark Time’s Finist Joke. Putting Allspace in a Notshall.Well, the slice and veg joint’s well in its way, and so is a ribroast and jackknife as sporten dish, but home cooking every- time. Mountains good mustard and, with the helpings of ladies’ lickﬁngs and gentlemen’s relish, I’ve eaten a griddle. But I ﬁll twice as stewhard what I felt before when I’m after eating a few natives. The crisp of the crackling is in the chawing. Give us an- other cup of your scald. Santos Mozos! That was a damn good
cup of scald! You could trot a mouse on it. I ingoyed your pick of hissing hot luncheon ﬁne, I did, thank awfully, (sublime!). Tenderest bully ever I ate with the boiled protestants (allinoilia allinoilia!) only for your peas again was a taste tooth psalty to carry ﬂavour with my godown and hereby return with my best savioury condiments and a penny in the plate for the jemes.
O.K. Oh Kosmos! Ah Ireland! A.I. And for kailkannonkabbis gimme Cincinnatis with Italian (but
ci vuol poco!) ciccalick cheese, Haggis good, haggis strong, haggis never say die! For quid we have recipimus, recipe, O lout! And save that, Oliviero, for thy sunny day! Soupmeagre! Couldn’t look at it! But if you’ll buy me yon coat of the vairy furry best, I’ll try and pullll it awn mee. It’s in fairly good order and no doubt ’twill sarve to turn. Remove this boardcloth! Next stage, tell the tabler, for a variety of Hugue- not ligooms I’ll try my set on edges grapeling an aigrydoucks, grilled over birchenrods, with a few bloomancowls in albies. I want to get outside monasticism. Mass and meat mar no man’s journey. Eat a missal lest. Nuts for the nerves, a ﬂitch for the ﬂue and for to rejoice the chambers of the heart the spirits of the spice isles, curry and cinnamon, chutney and cloves. All the vital- mines is beginning to sozzle in chewn and the hormonies to clingleclangle, fudgem, kates and eaps and naboc and erics and oinnos on kingclud and xoxxoxo and xooxox xxoxoxxoxxx till I’m fustfed like fungstif and very presently from now posthaste it’s oﬀ yourll see me ryuoll on my usual rounds again to draw Terminus Lower and Killadown and Letternoosh, Letterspeak, Lettermuck to Littorananima and the roomiest house even in Ireland, if you can understamp that, and my next item’s platform it’s how I’ll try and collect my extraprofessional postages owing to me by Thaddeus Kellyesque Squire, dr, for nondesirable printed matter. The Jooks and the Kelly-Cooks have been milking turnkeys and sucking the blood out of the marshalsea since the act of First Oﬀenders. But I know what I’ll do. Great pains oﬀ him I’ll take and that’ll be your redletterday calendar, window machree! I’ll knock it out of him! I’ll stump it out of him! I’ll rattattatter it out of him before I’ll quit the doorstep ofold Con Connolly’s residence! By the horn of twenty of both of the two Saint Collopys, blackmail him I will in arrears or my name’s not penitent Ferdinand! And it’s daily and hourly I’ll nurse him till he pays me ﬁne fee. Ameal.
Well, here’s looking at ye!  Me hunger’s weighed. Hungkung! Me anger’s suaged! Hangkang! Ye can stop as ye are, little lay mothers, and wait in wish and wish in vain till the grame reaper draws nigh, with the sickle of the sickles, as a blessing in disguise. Devil a curly hair I care! If any lightfoot Clod Dewvale was to hold me up, dicksturping me and marauding me of my rights to my onus, yan, tyan, tethera, methera, pimp, I’d let him have my best pair of galloper’s heels in the creamsourer. He will have better manners, I’m dished if he won’t! Console yourself, drawhure deelish!  Bruise your bulge below the belt till I blewblack beside you. And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday. Look for me always at my west and I will think to dine. A tear or two in time is all there’s toot. And then in a click of the clock, toot toot, and doﬀ doﬀ we pop with sinnerettes in silkettes lining longroutes for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation. To whoosh!
Meesh, meesh, yes, pet. We were too happy. I knew some- thing would happen. I understand but listen, drawher nearest, Tizzy intercepted, ﬂushing but ﬂashing from her dove and dart eyes as she tactilifully grapbed her male corrispondee to ﬂusther sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear, I know, benjamin brother, but listen, I want, girls palmassing, to whisper my whish. (She like them like us, me and you, had thoud he n’er it would haltin so lithe when leased is tacitempust tongue). Of course, engine dear, I’m ashamed for my life (I must clear my throttle) over this lost moment’s gift of memento nosepaper which I’m sorry, my precious, is allathome I with grief can call my own but all the same, listen, Jaunick, accept this witwee’s mite, though a jenny-
teeny witween piece torn in one place from my hands in second place of a linenhall valentino with my fondest and much left to tutor. X.X.X.X. It was heavily bulledicted for young Fr Ml, my pettest parriage priest, and you know who between us by your friend the pope, forty ways in forty nights, that’s the beauty of it, look, scene it, ratty. Too perfectly priceless for words. And, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my ﬁancy and bear it with you morn till life’s e’en and, of course, when never you make usage of it, listen, please kindly think galways again or again, never forget, of one absendee not sester Maggy. Ahim.  Only be sure you don’t catch your cold and pass it on to us. And, since levret bounds and larks is soaring, don’t be all the night. And this, Joke, a sprig of blue speedwell just a spell of ﬂoralora so you’ll mind your veronique. Of course, Jer, I know you know who sends it, presents that please, mercy, on the face of the waters like that ﬁlm obote, awﬂy charmig of course, but it doesn’t do her justice, apart from her cattiness, in the magginbottle. Of course, please too write, won’t you, and leave your little bag of doubts, inquisitive, be- hind you unto your utterly thine, and, thank you, forward it back by return pigeon’s pneu to the loving in case I couldn’t think who it was or any funforall happens I’ll be so curiose to see in the Homesworth breakfast tablotts as I’ll know etherways by pity bleu if it’s good for my system, what exquisite buttons, gorgiose, in case I don’t hope to soon hear from you. And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on. I will tie a knot in my stringamejip to letter you with my silky paper, as I am given now to understand it will be worth my price in money one day so don’t trouble to ans unless sentby special as I am getting his pay and wants for nothing so I can live simply and solely for my wonderful kinkless and its loops of loveliness. When I throw away my rollets there’s rings for all. Flee a girl, says it is her colour. So does B and L and as for V! And listen to it! Cheveluir! So distant you’re always. Bow your boche! Absolutely perfect! I will pack my comb and mirror to praxis oval owes and artless awes and it will follow you pulpicly
as far as come back under all my eyes like my sapphire chap- lets of ringarosary I will say for you to the Allmichael and solve qui pu while the dovedoves pick my mouthbuds (msch! msch!) with nurse Madge, my linkingclass girl, she’s a fright, poor old dutch, in her sleeptalking when I paint the measles on her and mudstuskers to make her a man. We. We. Issy done that, I confesh! But you’ll love her for her hessians and sickly black stockies, cleryng’s jumbles, salvadged from the wash, isn’t it the cat’s tonsils! Simply killing, how she tidies her hair! I call her Sosy because she’s sosiety for me and she says sossy while I say sassy and she says will you have some more scorns while I say won’t you take a few more schools and she talks about ithel dear while I simply never talk about athel darling; she’s but nice for enticing my friends and she loves your style considering she breaksin me shoes for me when I’ve arch trouble and she would kiss my white arms for me so gratefully but apart from that she’s terribly nice really, my sister, round the elbow of Erne street Lower and I’ll be strictly forbidden always and true in my own way and private where I will long long to betrue you along with one who will so betrue you that not once while I betreu him not once well he be betray himself.  O bother, I must tell the trouth! My latest lad’s loveliletter I am sore I done something with. I like him lots coss he never cusses. Pity bon- hom. Pip pet. I shouldn’t say he’s pretty but I’m cocksure he’s shy. Why I love taking him out when I unletched his cordon gate. Ope, Jack, and atem! Obealbe myodorers and he dote so. He fell for my lips, for my lisp, for my lewd speaker. I felt for his strength, his manhood, his do you mind? There can be no candle to hold to it, can there? And, of course, dear professor, I understand. You can trust me that though I change thy name though not the letter never while I become engaged with my ﬁrst horsepower, masterthief of hearts, I will give your lovely face of mine away, my boyish bob, not for tons of donkeys, to my second mate, with the twirlers the engineer of the passio- ﬂower (O the wicked untruth! whot a tell! that he has bought
me in his wellingtons what you haven’t got!), in one of those pure clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, Arrah of the passkeys, no matter what. You may be certain of that, ﬂuﬀ, now I know how to tackle. Lock my mearest next myself. So don’t keep me now for a good boy for the love of my fragrant saint, you villain, peppering with fear, my goodless graceless, or I’ll ﬁrst murder you but, hvisper, meet me after by next appointment near you know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor fool’s circuts of lovemountjoy square to show my disrespects now, let me just your caroline for you, I must really so late. Sweet pig, he’ll be furious! How he stalks to simself louther and lover, immutating aperybally. My prince of the courts who’ll beat me to love! And I’ll be there when who knows where with the objects of which I’ll knowor forget. We say. Trust us. Our game. (For fun!) The Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you deny. Whoevery heard of such a think? Till the ulmost of all elmoes shall stele our harts asthone! And Mrs A’Mara makes it up and befriends with Mrs O’Morum! I will write down all your names in my gold pen and ink. Everyday, precious, while m’m’ry’s leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud’s Messonge- book I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass stream (but don’t tell him or I’ll be the mort of him!) under the libans and the sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias, where the frondoak rushes to the ask and the yewleaves too kisskiss them- selves and ’twill carry on my hearz’waves my still waters reﬂec- tions in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her Quaidy ways and her Flavin hair, to thee, Jack, ahoy, beyond the boysforus. Splesh of hiss splash springs your salmon. Twick twick, twinkle twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon lex leap will smile on my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmind. And what’s this I was going to say, dean? O, I understand. Listen, here I’ll wait on thee till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more stues- ser ﬂavoured than Vanilla and blackcurrant there’s a cure in, like a born gentleman till you’ll resemble me, all the time you’re awhile way, I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas! And listen, joey, don’t be ennoyed with me, my old evernew, when, by the
end of your chapter, you citch water on the wagon for me being turned a star I’ll dubeurry my two fesces under Pouts Vanisha Creme, their way for spilling cream, and, accent, umto extend my personnalitey to the latents, I’ll boy me for myself only of expensive rainproof of pinked elephant’s breath grey of the loveliest sheerest dearest widowshood over airforce blue I am so wild for, my precious once, Hope Bros., Faith Street, Charity Corner, as the bee loves her skyhighdeed, for I always had a crush on heliotrope since the dusess of yore cycled round the Finest Park, and listen. And never mind me laughing at what’s atever! I was in the nerves but it’s my last day. Always about this hour, I’m sorry, when our gamings for Bruin and Noselong is all oh you tease and afterdoon my lickle pussiness I stheal heimlick in my russians from the attraction part with my terri- blitall boots calvescatcher Pinchapoppapoﬀ, who is going to be a jennyroll, at my nape, drenched, love, with dripping to aﬀec- tionate slapmamma but last at night, look, after my golden vio- lents wetting in my upperstairs splendidly welluminated with such lidlylac curtains wallpapered to match the cat and a ﬁre- please keep looking of priceless pearlogs I just want to see will he or are all Michales like that, I’ll strip straight after devotions before his fondstare — and I mean it too, (thy gape to my gazing I’ll bind and makeleash) and poke stiﬀ under my isonbound with my soiedisante chineknees cheeckchubby chambermate for the night’s foreign males and your name of Shane will come forth between my shamefaced whesen with other lipth I nakest open my thight when just woken by his toccatootletoo my ﬁrst morn- ing. So now, to thalk thildish, thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay one little player before doing to deed. An a tiss to the tassie for lu and for tu! Coach me how to tumble, Jaime, and listen, with supreme regards, Juan, in haste, warn me which to ah ah ah ah. . . .
MEN! Juan responded fullchantedly to her sororal sono- rity, imitating himself capitally with his bubbleblown in his patapet and his chalished drink now well in hand. (A spilt, see, for a split, see see!) Ever gloriously kind! And I truly am
eucherised to yous. Also
sacré pèreandmaître d’autel.Well, ladies upon gentlermen and toastmaster general, let us, brindising brandisong, woo and win womenlong with health to rich vine- yards, Erin go Dry! Amingst the living waters of, the living in giving waters of. Tight! Loose! A stiﬀ one for Staﬀetta mulliﬁed with creams of hourmony, the coupe that’s chill for jackless jill and a ﬁliform dhouche on Doris! Esterelles, be not on your weeping what though Shaunathaun is in his fail!  Down.So gullaby, me poor Isley! But I’m not for forgetting me innerman monophone for I’m leaving my darling proxy behind for your consolering, lost Dave the Dancekerl, a squamous run- away and a dear old man pal of mine too. He will arrive inces- santly in the fraction of a crust, who, could he quit doubling and stop tippling, he would be the unicorn of his kind. He’s the mightiest penumbrella I ever ﬂourished on behond the shadow of a post! Be sure and link him, me O treasauro, as often as you learn provided there’s nothing between you but a plain deal table only don’t encourage him to cry lessontimes over Lepers- town. But soft! Can’t be? Do mailstanes mumble? Lumtum lumtum! Now! The froubadour! I fremble! Talk of wolf in a stomach by all that’s verminous! Eccolo me! The return of th’athlate! Who can secede to his success! Isn’t Jaunstown, Ousterrike, the small place after all? I knew I smelt the garlic leek! Why, bless me swits, here he its, darling Dave, like the catoninelives just in time as if he fell out of space, all draped in mufti, coming home to mourn mountains from his old continence and not on one foot either or on two feet aether but on quinquisecular cycles after his French evolution and a blindfold passage by the 4.32 with the pork’s pate in his suicide paw and the gulls laughing lime on his natural skunk,
blushing like Pat’s pig, begob! He’s not too timtom well ashamed to carry out onaglibtograbakelly in his showman’s sinister the testymonicals he gave his twenty annis orf, showing the three white feathers, as a home cured emigrant in Paddyouare far be- low on our sealevel. Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca, Lictor Magnaﬃca. He’s the sneaking likeness of us, faith, me altar’s ego in miniature and every Auxonian aimer’s ace as nasal a Romeo as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes, he’d soon arise mother’s roses mid bedew- ing tears under those wild wet lashes onto anny living girl’s laftercheeks. That’s his little veiniality. And his unpeppeppedi- ment.  Got by the one goat, suckled by the same nanna, one twitch, one nature makes us oldworld kin. We’re as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate him about his patent henesy, plasfh it, yet am I amorist. I love him. I love his old portugal’s nose. There’s the nasturtium for ye now that saved manny a poor sinker from water on the grave. The diasporation of all pirates and quinconcentrum of a fake like Basilius O’Cormacan MacArty? To camiﬂag he turned his shirt. Isn’t he after borrowing all before him, making friends with everybody red in Rossya, white in Alba and touching every dis- tinguished Ourishman he could ever distinguish before or be- hind from a Yourishman for the customary halp of a crown and peace? He is looking aged with his pebbled eyes, and johnnythin too, from livicking on pidgins’ ifs with puﬃns’ ands, he’s been slanderising himself, but I pass no remark. Hope he hasn’t the cholera. Give him an eyot in the farout. Moseses and Noasies, how are you? He’d be as snug as Columbsisle Jonas wrocked in the belly of the whaves, as quotad before. Bravo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there’s nobody else in touch anysides to hold a chef’s cankle to the darling at all for sheer dare with that prison- potstill of spanish breans on him like the knave of triﬂes! A jolly- tan ﬁne demented brick and the prince of goodﬁlips! Dave
knows I have the highest of respect of annyone in my oweand smooth way for that intellectual debtor (Obbligado!) Mushure David R. Crozier. And we’re the closest of chems. Mark my use of you, cog! Take notice how I yemploy, crib! Be ware as you, I foil, coppy! It’s a pity he can’t see it for I’m terribly nice about him. Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade’s ﬂamme! A leal of the O’Looniys, a Brazel aboo! The most omportent man! Shervos! Ho, be the holy snakes, someone has shaved his rough diamond skull for him as clean as Nuntius’ piedish! The burnt out mesh and the matting and all! Thunderweather, khyber schinker escapa sansa pagar! He’s the spatton spit, so he is, scaly skin and all, with his blackguarded eye and the goatsbeard in his buttinghole of Shemuel Tulliver, me grandsourd, the old cruxader, when he oﬀ with his paudeen! That was to let the crowd of the Flu Flux Fans behind him see me proper. Ah, he’s very thoughtful and sympatrico that way is Brother Intelli- gentius, when he’s not absintheminded, with his Paris addresse! He is, really. Holdhard till you’ll ear him clicking his bull’s bones! Some toad klakkin! You’re welcome back, Wilkins, to red berries in the frost! And here’s the butter exchange to pfeife and dramn ye with a bawlful of the Moulsaybaysse and yunker doodler wanked to wall awriting oﬀ his phoney. I’m tired hair- ing of you. Hat yourself! Give us your dyed dextremity here, frother, the Claddagh clasp! I met with dapper dandy and he shocked me big the hamd. Where’s your watch keeper? You’ve seen all sorts in shapes and sizes, marauding about the moppa- mound.  And old Auster and Hungrig? And the Beer and Belly and the Boot and Ball? Not forgetting the oils of greas under that turkey in julep and Father Freeshots Feilbogen in his rockery garden with the costard? And did you meet with Peadhar the Grab at all? And did you call on Tower Geesyhus? Was Mona, my own love, no bigger than she should be, making up to you in her bestbehaved manor when you made your breastlaw and made her, tell me? And did you like the landskip from Lambay? I’m better pleased than ten guidneys! You rejoice me! Faith, I’m proud of you, french davit!
You’ve surpassed yourself! Be introduced to yes! This is me aunt Julia Bride, your honour, dying to have you languish to scan- dal in her bosky old delltangle. You don’t reckoneyes him? He’s Jackot the Horner who boxed in his corner, jilting no fewer than three female bribes. That’s his penals.
Shervorum!You haven’t seen her since she stepped into her drawoﬀs.  Don’t be shoy, husbandmanvir! Weih, what’s on you, wip? Up the shamewaugh! She has plenty of woom in the smallclothes for the bothsforus, nephews push! Hatch yourself well! Enjombyourselves thurily! Would you wait biss she buds till you bite on her? Embrace her bashfully by almeans at my frank incensive and tell her in your semiological agglutinative yez, how Idos be asking after her. Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough. Sure, she fell in line with our tripertight photos as the lyonised mails when we were stablelads together like the corks again brothers, hungry and angry, cavileer grace by roundhered force, or like boyrun to sibster, me and you, shinners true and pinchme, our tertius quiddus, that never talked or listened. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and sniﬀers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de Loona and the meattrap of the ﬁrst vegetarian. To be had for the asking. Have a hug! Take her out of poor tuppeny luck before she goes oﬀ in pure treple licquidance. I’d give three shillings a pullet to the canon for the conjugation to shadow you kissing her from me leberally all over as if she was a cruciﬁx. It’s good for her bilabials, you understand. There’s no- thing like the mistletouch for ﬁnding a queen’s earring false. Chink chink. As the curly bard said after kitchin the womn in his hym to the hum of her garments. You try a little tich to the tissle of his tail. The racist to the racy, rossy. The soil is for the self alone. Be ownkind. Be kithkinish. Be bloodysibby. Be irish. Be inish. Be oﬀalia. Be hamlet. Be the property plot. Be Yorick and Lankystare. Be cool. Be mackinamucks of yourselves. Be ﬁnish. No martyr where the preature is there’s no plagues like rome. It gives up the gripes. Watch the swansway. Take your tiger over it. The leady on the lake and the convict of the forest.Why, they might be Babau and Momie! Yipyip! To pan! To pan! To tinpinnypan. All folly me yap to Curlew! Give us a pin for her and we’ll call it a tossup. Can you reverse positions? Lets have a fuchu all round, courting cousins! Quuck, the duck of a woman for quack, the drake of a man, her little live apples for Leas and love potients for Leos, the next beast king. Put me down for all ringside seats. I can feel you being corrupted. Recoil. I can see you sprouting scruples. Get back. And as he’s boiling with water I’ll light your pyre. Turn about, skeezy Sammy, out of metaphor, till we feel are you still tropeful of popetry. Told you so. If you doubt of his love of darearing his feelings you’ll very much hurt for mishmash mastufractured on europe you can read oﬀ the tail of his. Rip ripper rippest and jac jac jac. Dwell on that, my hero and lander! That’s the side that appeals to em, the wring wrong way to wright woman. Shuck her! Let him! What he’s good for. Shuck her more! Let him again! All she wants! Could you wheedle a staveling encore out of your imitationer’s jubalharp, hey, Mr Jinglejoys? Congrega- tional singing. Rota rota ran the pagoda
con dio in capo ed il dia-volo in coda.Many a diva devoucha saw her Dauber Dan at the priesty pagoda Rota ran. Uck! He’s so sedulous to singe always if prumpted, the mirthprovoker! Grunt unto us, I pray, your fore- boden article in our own deas dockandoilish introducing the death of Nelson with coloraturas!Coraio, fra!And I’ll string second to harmanize. My loaf and pottage neaheaheahear Ro- chelle. With your dumpsey diddely dumpsey die, ﬁddeley fa.Diavoloh!Or come on, schoolcolours, and we’ll scrap, rug and mat and then be as chummy as two bashed spuds. Bitrial bay holmgang or betrayal buy jury. Attaboy! Fee gate has Heenan hoity, mind uncle Hare? What, sir? Poss, myster? Acheve! Thou, thou! What say ye?Taurus periculosus, morbus pedeiculosus. Miserere mei in miseribilibus!There’s uval lavguage for you! The tower is precluded, the mob’s in her petticoats; Mr R. E. Meehan is in misery with his billyboots. Begob, there’s not so much green in his Ireland’s eye! Sweet fellow ovocal, he stones out of stune. But he could be near a colonel with a voice like that. Thebark is still there but the molars are gone. The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split and, be the hole in the year, they were laking like heaven’s reﬂexes. But I told him make your will be done and go to a general and I’d pray confessions for him. Areesh! Areesh! And I’ll be your intrepider. Ambras! Ruﬄe her! Bussing was before the blood and bissing will behind the curtain. Triss! Did you note that worrid expressionism on his megalogue? A full octavium below me! And did you hear his browrings rattlemaking when he was preaching to himself? And, whoa! do you twig the schamlooking leaf greeping ghastly down his blousyfrock? Our national umbloom! Areesh! He won’t. He’s shoy. Those worthies, my old faher’s onkel that was garotted, Caius Cocoa Codinhand, that I lost in a crowd, used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my yuonkle’s owlseller, Woowoolfe Woodenbeard, that went stomebathred, in the Tower of Balbus, as brisk, man, as I’d scoﬀ up muttan chepps and lobscouse. But it’s all deafman’s duﬀ to me, begob. Sam knows miles bettern me how to work the miracle. And I see by his diarrhio he’s dropping the stammer out of his silenced bladder since I bonded him oﬀ more as a friend and as a brother to try and grow a muﬀ and canonise his dead feet down on the river airy by thinking himself into the fourth dimension and place the ocean between his and ours, the churchyard in the cloister of the depths, after he was capped out of beurlads scoel for the sin against the past participle and earned the factitation of codding chaplan and being as homely gauche as swift B.A.A. Who gets twickly fullgets twice as alle- manden huskers. But the whacker his word the weaker our ears for auracles who parles parses orileys. Illstarred punster, lipster- ing cowknucks. ’Twas the quadra sent him and Trinity too. And he can cantab as chipper as any oxon ever I mood with, a tiptoe singer! He’ll prisckly soon hand tune your Erin’s ear for you,
p.p.a mimograph at a time, numan bitter, with his ancomartins to read the road roman with false steps ad Pernicious from rhearsilvar ormolus to torquinions superbers while I’m far away from wherever thou art serving my tallyhos and tullyingmy hostilious by going in by the most holy recitatandas
fffffor my varsatile examinations in the ologies, to be a coach on the Fukien mission. P? F? How used you learn me, brather soboostius, in my augustan days? With cesarella looking on. In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says, for the end is with woman, ﬂesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a worse case after than before since she on the supine satisﬁes the verg to him! Toughtough, tootoological. Thou the ﬁrst person shingeller. Art, an imperfect subjunctive. Paltry, ﬂappent, had serious. Miss Smith onamatterpoetic. Hammis- andivis axes colles waxes warmas like sodullas. So pick your stops with fondnes snow. And mind you twine the twos noods of your nicenames. And pull up your furbelovs as far- above as you’re farthingales. That’ll hint him how to click the trigger. Show you shall and won’t he will! His hearing is in- doubting just as my seeing is onbelieving. So dactylise him up to blankpoint and let him blink for himself where you speak the best ticklish. You’ll feel what I mean. Fond namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee!Echo, read ending! Siparioramoci! But from the stress of their sunder enlivening, ay clasp, deciduously, a nikrokosmikon must come to mike.
— Well, my positively last at any stage! I hate to look at alarms but, however they put on my watchcraft, must now close as I hereby hear by ear from by seeless socks ’tis time to be up and ambling. Mymiddle toe’s mitching, so mizzle I must else ’twill sarve me out. Gulp a bulper at parting and the moore the melodest! Farewell but whenever, as Tisdall told Toole. Tempos ﬁdgets. Let ﬂee me ﬁacckles, says the grand old mano- ark, stormcrested crowcock and undulant hair, hoodies tway! Yes, faith, I am as mew let freer, beneath me corthage, bound. I’m as bored now bawling beersgrace at sorepaws there as Andrew Clays was sharing sawdust with Daniel’s old collie. This shack’s not big enough for me now. I’m dreaming of ye, azores. And, re- member this, a chorines, there’s the witch on the heath, sistra! ’Bansheeba peeling hourihaared while her Orcotron is hoaring
ho. And whinn muinnuit ﬂittsbit twinn her ttittshe cries tallmidy! Daughters of the heavens, be lucks in turnabouts to the wandering sons of red loam! The earth’s atrot! The sun’s a scream! The air’s a jig. The water’s great! Seven oldy oldy hills and the one blue beamer. I’m going. I know I am. I could bet I am. Somewhere I must get far away from Banba- shore, wherever I am. No saddle, no staﬀet, but spur on the moment! So I think I’ll take freeboots’ advise. Psk! I’ll borrow a path to lend me wings, quickquack, and from Jehusalem’s wall, clickclack, me courser’s clear, to Cheerup street I’ll travel the void world over. It’s Winland for moyne, bickbuck! Jee- jakers! I hurt meself nettly that time! Come, my good frog- marchers! We felt the fall but we’ll front the deﬁle. Was not my olty mutther, Sereth Maritza, a Runningwater? And the bould one that quickened her the seaborne Fingale? I feel like that hill of a whaler went yulding round Groenmund’s Circus with his tree full of seaweeds and Dinky Doll asleep in her shell. Hazelridge has seen me. Jerne valing is. Squall aboard for Kew, hop! Farewell awhile to her and thee! The brine’s my bride to be. Lead on, Macadam, and danked be he who ﬁrst sights Halt Linduﬀ! Solo, solone, solong! Lood Erynnana, ware thee wail! With me singame soarem o’erem! Here’s me take oﬀ. Now’s nunc or nimmer, siskinder! Here goes the enemy! Bennydick hotfoots onimpudent stayers! Sorry! I bless alls to the whished with this panromain apological which Watllwewhistlem sang to the kerrycoys. Break ranks! After wage-of-battle bother I am thinking most. Fik yew! I’m through. Won. Toe. Adry. You watch my smoke.
After poor Jaun the Boast’s last ﬁreless words of postludium of his soapbox speech ending in’sheaven, twentyaid add one with a ﬂirt of wings were pouring to his bysistance (could they snip that curl of curls to lay with their gloves and keep the kids bright!) prepared to cheer him should he leap or to curse him should he fall, but, with their biga triga rheda rodeo, the cherubs in the charabang, set down here and sedan chair, don’t you wish you’d a yoke or a bit in your mouth, repulsing all attempts
at ﬁrst hands on, as no es nada, our greatly misunderstood one we perceived to give himself some sort of a hermetic prod or kick to sit up and take notice, which acted like magic, while the phalanx of daughters of February Filldyke, embushed and climbing, ramblers and weeps, voiced approval in their customary manner by dropping kneedeep in tears over their concelebrated meednight sunﬂower, piopadey boy, their solase in dorckaness, and splattering together joyously the plaps of their tappyhands as, with a cry of genuine distress, so prettly prattly pollylogue, they viewed him, the just one, their darling, away.
A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they believe that they believe that they know. Wherefore they wail.
Eh jourd’weh! Oh jourd’woe! dosiriously it psalmodied. Gues- turn’s lothlied answring to-maronite’s wail.
Oasis, cedarous esaltarshoming Leafboughnoon! Oisis, coolpressus onmountof Sighing!
Oasis, palmost esaltarshoming Gladdays! Oisis, phantastichal roseway anjerichol! Oasis, newleavos spaciosing encampness!
Oisis, plantainous dewstuckacqmirage playtennis! Pipetto, Pipetta has misery unnoticed!
But the strangest thing happened. Backscuttling for the hop oﬀ with the odds altogether in favour of his tumbling into the river, Jaun just then I saw to collect from the gentlest weaner among the weiners, (who by this were in half droopleaﬂong mourning for the passing of the last post) the familiar yellow label into which he let fall a drop, smothered a curse, choked a guﬀaw, spat expectoratiously and blew his own trumpet. And next thing was he gummalicked the stickyback side and stamped the oval badge of belief to his agnelows brow with a genuine dash of irrepressible piety that readily turned his ladylike typmanzelles capsy curvy (the holy scamp!), with half a glance of Irish frisky (a Juan Jaimesan
hastaluego) from under the shag of his parallel brows. It was then he made as if be but waved instead a handacross the sea as notice to quit while the pacifettes made their armpacts widdershins (Frida! Freda!Paza! Paisy! Irine! Areinette! Bridomay! Bentamai! Soso- sopky! Bebebekka! Bababadkessy! Ghugugoothoyou! Dama! Damadomina! Takiya! Tokaya! Scioccara! Siuccherillina! Peoc- chia! Peucchia! Ho Mi Hoping! Ha Me Happinice! Mirra! My- rha! Solyma! Salemita! Sainta! Sianta! O Peace!), but in self- righting the balance of his corporeity to reexchange widerem- brace with the pillarbosom of the Dizzier he loved prettier, be- tween estellos and venoussas, bad luck to the lie but when next to nobody expected, their star and gartergazer at the summit of his climax, he toppled a lipple on to the oﬀ and, making a brand- new start for himself to run down his easting, by blessing hes sthers with the sign of the southern cross, his bungaloid borsa- line with the hedgygreen bound blew oﬀ in a loveblast (award for trover!) and Jawjon Redhead, bucketing after, meccamaniac, (the headless shall have legs!), kingscouriered round with an easy rush and ready relays by the bridge a stadion beyond Ladycastle (and what herm but he narrowly missed fouling her buttress for her but for he acqueducked) and then, cocking a snook at the stock of his sermons, so mear and yet so fahr from that region’s general, away with him at the double, the hulk of a garron, pelting after the road, on Shanks’s mare, let oﬀ like a wind hound loose (the bouchal! you’d think it was that moment they gave him the jambos!) with a posse of tossing hankerwaves to his windward like seraph’s summonses on the air and a tempest of good things in packetshape teeming from all accounts into the funnel of his fanmail shrimpnet, along the highroad of the nation, Traitor’s Track, following which fond ﬂoral fray he was quickly lost to sight through the statuemen though without a doubt he was all the more on that same head to memory dear while Sickerson, that borne of bjoerne,
la garde auxiliaireshe murmured, hellyg Ursulinka, full of woe (and how ﬁtlier should goodboy’s hand be shook than by the warmin of her besom that wrung his swaddles?):Where maggot Harvey kneeled till bags? Ate Andrew coos hogdam farvel!Wethen, now, may the good people speed you, rural Haun, export stout fellow that you are, the crooner born with sweet
wail of evoker, healing music, ay, and heart in hand of Sham- rogueshire! The googoos of the suckabolly in the rockabeddy are become the copiosity of wiseableness of the friarylayman in the pulpitbarrel. May your bawny hair grow rarer and fairer, our own only wideheaded boy! Rest your voice! Feed your mind! Mint your peas! Coax your qyous! Come to disdoon blarmey and walk our groves so charming and see again the sweet rockelose where ﬁrst you hymned
O Ciesa Mea!and touch the light the- orbo! Songster, angler, choreographer! Piper to prisoned! Musi- cianship made Embrassador-at-Large! Good by nature and natural by design, had you but been spared to us, Hauneen lad, but sure where’s the use my talking quicker when I know you’ll hear me all astray? My long farewell I send to you, fair dream of sport and game and always something new. Gone is Haun! My grief, my ruin! Our Joss-el-Jovan! Our Chris-na-Murty! ’Tis well you’ll be looked after from last to ﬁrst as yon beam of light we follow receding on your photophoric pilgrimage to your anti- podes in the past, you who so often consigned your distributory tidings of great joy into our nevertoolatetolove box, mansuetudi- nous manipulator, victimisedly victorihoarse, dearest Haun of all, you of the boots, true as adie, stepwalker, pennyatimer, lampaddyfair, postanulengro, our rommanychiel! Thy now pal- ing light lucerne we ne’er may see again. But could it speak how nicely would it splutter to the four cantons praises be to thee, our pattern sent! For you had — may I, in our, your and their names, dare to say it? — the nucleus of a glow of a zeal of soul of service such as rarely, if ever, have I met with single men. Numerous are those who, nay, there are a dozen of folks still unclaimed by the death angel in this country of ours today, humble indivisibles in this grand continuum, overlorded by fate and interlarded with accidence, who, while there are hours and days, will fervently pray to the spirit above that they may never depart this earth of theirs till in his long run from that place where the day begins, ere he retourneys postexilic, on that day that belongs to joyful Ireland, the people that is of all time, the old old oldest, the young young youngest, after decades oflongsuﬀering and decennia of brief glory, to mind us of what was when and to matter us of the withering of our ways, their Janyouare Fibyouare wins true from Sylvester (only Walker himself is like Waltzer, whimsicalissimo they go murmurand) comes marching ahome on the summer-crust of the ﬂagway. Life, it is true, will be a blank without you because avicuum’s not there at all, to nomore cares from nomad knows, ere Molochy wars bring the devil era, a slip of the time between a date and a ghostmark, rived by darby’s chilldays embers, spatched fun Juhn that dandyforth, from the night we are and feel and fade with to the yesterselves we tread to turnupon.
But, boy, you did your strong nine furlong mile in slick and slapstick record time and a farfetched deed it was in troth, cham- pion docile, with your high bouncing gait of going and your feat of passage will be contested with you and through you, for centuries to come. The phaynix rose a sun before Erebia sank his smother! Shoot up on that, bright Bennu bird!
Va faotre!Eftsoon so too will our own sphoenix spark spirt his spyre and sunward stride the rampante ﬂambe. Ay, already the sombrer opacities of the gloom are sphanished! Brave footsore Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye!  The west shall shake the east awake.  AmaiLowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed land- shape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staﬀ of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, of cause, but his drama parapolylogic had yet to be, aﬀact. Most distressfully (but, my dear, how successfully!) to wail he did, his locks of a lucan tinge, quickrich, ripely rippling, unﬁlleted, those lashbetasselled lids on the verge of closing time, whiles ouze of his sidewiseopen mouth the breath of him, evenso languishing as the princeliest treble treacle or lichee chewchow purse could buy. Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!) what helpings of honeyful swoothead (phew!), which ear- piercing dulcitude! As were you suppose to go and push with your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his ﬂeshasplush cushionettes of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah!
When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the home ﬁres burning, so on the churring call themselves came at him, from the westborders of the eastmidlands, three kings of three suits and a crowner, from all their cardinal parts, along the amber way where Brosna’s furzy. To lift them they did, senators four, by the ﬁrst quaint skreek of the gloaming and they hopped it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes of old times gone by of the days not worth remembering; inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a sevenply
sweat of night blues moist upon them. Feefee! phopho!! foorchtha!!! aggala!!!! jeeshee!!!!! paloola!!!!!! ooridiminy!!!!!!! Afeared themselves were to wonder at the class of a crossroads puzzler he would likely be, length by breadth nonplussing his thickness, ells upon ells of him, making so many square yards of him, one half of him in Conn’s half but the whole of him never- theless in Owenmore’s ﬁve quarters. There would he lay till they would him descry, spancelled down upon a blossomy bed, at one foule stretch, amongst the daﬀydowndillies, the ﬂowers of narcosis fourfettering his footlights, a halohedge of wild spuds hovering over him, epicures waltzing with gardenﬁllers, puritan shoots advancing to Aran chiefs. Phopho!! The meteor pulp of him, the seamless rainbowpeel. Aggala!!!! His bellyvoid of nebulose with his neverstop navel. Paloola!!!!!! And his veins shooting melanite phosphor, his creamtocustard cometshair and his asteroid knuckles, ribs and members. Ooridiminy!!!!!!! His electrolatiginous twisted entrails belt.
Those four claymen clomb together to hold their sworn star- chamber quiry on him. For he was ever their quarrel, the way they would see themselves, everybug his bodiment atop of annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two of his morning. Up to the esker ridge it was, Mallinger parish, to a mead that was not far, the son’s rest. First klettered Shanator Gregory, seeking spoor through the deep timeﬁeld, Shanator Lyons, trailing the wavy line of his partition footsteps (some- thing in his blisters was telling him all along how he had been in that place one time), then his Recordership, Dr Shuna- dure Tarpey, caperchasing after honourable sleep, hot on to the aniseed and, up out of his prompt corner, old Shunny MacShunny, MacDougal the hiker, in the rere of them on the run, to make a quorum.
The proto was traipsing through the tangle then, Mathew Walker, godsons’ goddestfar, deputising for gossipocracy, and his station was a few perch to the weatherside of the knoll Asnoch and it was from no other place unless there, how and ever, that he proxtended aloof upon the ether Mesmer’s Manuum, the hand making silence. The buckos beyond on the lea, then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way they set ward about him, doing obedience, nod, bend, bow and curtsey, like the watchers of Prospect, upholding their broad- awake prober’s hats on their ﬁrrum heads, the travelling court on its ﬁndings circuiting that personer in his fallen. And a crack quat- youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psy- chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots.  All of asprawl he was laying too amengst the poppies and, I can tell you something more than that, drear writer, profoundly as you may bedeave to it, he was oscasleep asleep.
More than their good share of their ﬁve senses ensorcelled you would say themselves were, fuming censor, the way they could not rightly tell their heels from their stools as they cooched down a mamalujo by his cubical crib, as question time drew nighing and the map of the souls’ groupography rose in relief within their quarterings, to play tops or kites or hoops or marbles, curchycurchy, gawking on him, for the issuance of his pnum and softnoising one of them to another one, the boguaqueesthers.
And it is what they began to say to him tetrahedrally then, the masters, what way was he.
He’s giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived.
Yerra, why dat, my leader?
Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah?
Or his wind’s from the wrong cut, says Ned of the Hill.
Lesten!
Why so and speak up, do you hear me, you sir?
Or he’s rehearsing somewan’s funeral.
Whisht outathat! Hubba’s up!
And as they were spreading abroad on their octopuds their drifter nets, the chromous gleamy seiners’ nets and, no lie, there was word of assonance being softspoken among those quartermasters.
Get busy, kid!
Chirpy, come now!
The present hospices is a good time.
I’ll take on that chap.
For it was in the back of their mind’s ear, temptive lissomer, how they would be spreading in quadriliberal their azurespotted ﬁne attractable nets, their nansen nets, from Matt Senior to the thurrible mystagogue after him and from thence to the neighbour and that way to the puisny donkeyman and his crucifer’s cauda. And in their minds years backslibris, so it was, slipping beauty, how they would be meshing that way, when he rose to it, with the planckton at play about him, the quivers of scaly silver and their clutches of chromes of the highly lucid spanishing gold whilst, as hour gave way to mazing hour, with Yawn himself keeping time with his thripthongue, to ope his blurbeous lips he would, a let out classy, the way myrrh of the moor and molten moonmist would be melding mellifond indo his mouth.
Y?
Before You!
Ecko! How sweet thee answer makes! Afterwheres? In the land of lions’ odor?
Friends! First if yu don’t mind. Name yur historical grouns.
This same prehistoric barrow ’tis, the orangery.
I see. Very good now. It is in your orangery, I take it, you have your letters. Can you hear here me, you sir?
Throsends. For my darling. Typette!
So long aforetime? Can you hear better?
Millions. For godsends. For my darling dearling one.
Now, to come nearer zone; I would like to raise my
deuterous point audibly touching this. There is this maggers.
I am told by our interpreter, Hanner Esellus, that there are
fully six hundred and six ragwords in your malherbal Magis
lande- guage in which wald wand rimes alpman and there is
resin in all roots for monarch but yav hace not one
pronouncable teerm that blows in all the vallums of
tartallaght to signify majestate, even provisionally, nor no
rheda rhoda or torpentine path or halluci- nian via nor
aurellian gape nor sunkin rut nor grossgrown trek nor
crimeslaved cruxway and no moorhens cry or mooner’s plankgang
there to lead us to hopenhaven. Is such the
unde deri- vatur casematter
messio! Frankly. Magis megis
enerretur mynus hoc intelligow.
How? C’est mal prononsable, tartagliano, perfrances. Vous
n’avez pas d’o dans votre boche provenciale, mousoo. Je m’in-
cline mais Moy jay trouvay la
clee dang les champs. Hay sham nap poddy velour, come
on!
Hep there! Commong, sa na pa de valure? Whu’s teit dans yur jambs? Whur’s that inclining and talkin about the messiah so cloover? A true’s to your treﬂing! Whure yu!
Trinathan partnick dieudonnay. Have you seen her? Typette, my tactile O!
Are you in your fatherick, lonely one?
The same. Three persons. Have you seen my darling only one? I am sohohold!
What are yu shevering about, ultramontane, like a houn? Is there cold on ye, doraphobian? Or do yu want yur primafairy schoolmam?
The woods of fogloot! O mis padredges!
Whisht awhile, greyleg! The duck is rising and you’ll wake that stand of plover. I know that place better than anyone. Sure,
I used to be always overthere on the fourth day at my grand- mother’s place, Tear-nan-Ogre, my little grey home in the west, in or about Mayo when the long dog gave tongue and they coursing the marches and they straining at the leash. Tortoise- shell for a guineagould! Burb! Burb! Burb! Follow me up Tucurlugh! That’s the place for the claire oysters, Polldoody, County Conway. I never knew how rich I was like another story in the zoedone of the zephyros, strolling and strolling, carrying my dragoman, Meads Marvel, thass withumpronouceable tail, along the shore. Do you know my cousin, Mr Jasper Dougal that keeps the Anchor on the Mountain, the parson’s son, Jasper of the Tuns, Pat Whateveryournameis?
Dood and I dood. The wolves of Fochlut! By Whydoyou- callme? Do not ﬂingamejig to the twolves!
Turcaﬁera amd that’s a good wan right enough! Wooluvs no less!
One moment now, if I foreshorten the bloss on your bleather.
Encroachement spells erosion. Dunlin and turnstone augur us where,
how and when best as to burial of carcass, fuse- lage of dump and
committal of noisance. But, since you invocate austers for the
trailing of vixens, I would like to send a cormo- rant around this
blue lagoon. Tell me now this. You told my larned friend rather
previously, a moment since, about this mound or barrow. Now I
suggest to you that ere there was this plague- burrow, as you seem
to call it, there was a burialbattell, the boat of millions of
years. Would you bear me out in that, relatively speaking, with
her jackstaﬀ jerking at her pennyladders, why not, and sizing a
fair sail, knowest thout the kind? The
Pourquoi Pas, bound for
Weissduwasland, that fourmaster barquentine, Webster says, our
ship that ne’re returned. The Frenchman, I say, was an orangeboat.
He is a boat. You see him. The both how you see is they! Draken af
Danemork! Sacked it or ate it? What! Hennu! Spake ab laut!
Couch, cortege, ringbarrow, dungcairn. Beseek the runes and see the longurn! Allmaun away when you hear the gang- horn. And meet Nautsen. Ess Ess. O ess. Warum night! Con-
ning two lay payees. Norsker. Her raven ﬂag was out, the slaver. I trow pon good, jordan’s scaper, good’s barnet and trustyman. Crouch low, you pigeons three! Say, call that girl with the tan tress awn! Call Wolfhound! Wolf of the sea. Folchu! Folchu!
Very good now.  I will crusade on with the parent ship, weather prophet- ting, far away from those green hills, a station, Ireton tells me, bonoﬁde for keeltappers, now to come to the midnight middy on this levantine ponenter. From Daneland sailed the oxeyed man, now mark well what I say.
Magnus Spadebeard, korsets krosser, welsher perfyddye. A destroyer in our port. Signed to me with his baling scoop. Laid bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle me. Ecce Hagios Chrisman!
Oh, Jeyses, ﬂuid! says the poisoned well. Futtﬁshy the First. Hootchcopper’s enkel at the navel manuvres!
Hep! Hello there, Bill of old Bailey! Whu’s he? Whu’s this lad, why the pups?
Hunkalus Childared Easterheld. It’s his lost chance, Emania. Ware him well.
Hey!
I see now. We move in the beast circuls. Grimbarb and pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A child’s dread for a dragon vicefather. Hillcloud encompass us! You mean you lived as milky at their lyceum, couard, while you learned, volp volp, to howl yourself wolfwise. Dyb! Dyb! Do your best.
I am dob dob dobbling like old Booth’s, courteous. The cubs are after me, it zeebs, the whole totem pack, vuk vuk and vuk vuk to them, for Robinson’s shield.
Scents and gouspils! The animal jangs again! Find the ﬁngall harriers! Here howl me wiseacre’s hat till I die of the milkman’s lupus!
What? Wolfgang? Whoah! Talk very slowe!
Hail him heathen, heal him
holystone!
Courser, Recourser, Changechild ?
Eld as endall, earth ?
A cataleptic mithyphallic! Was this
Totem Fulcrum Est Ancestor yu
hald in Dies Eirae where no
spider webbeth or Anno Mundi
ere bawds plied in Skiﬀstrait? Be fair, Chris!
Dream. Ona nonday I sleep. I dreamt of a somday. Of a wonday I shall wake. Ah! May he have now of here fearﬁlled me! Sinﬂowed, O sinﬂowed! Fia! Fia! Befurcht christ!
I have your tristich now; it recurs in three times the same
diﬀerently (there is such a fui fui story which obtains of him):
comming nown from the asphalt to the concrete, from the human
historic brute, Finnsen Faynean, occeanyclived, to this same
vulganized hillsir from yours, Mr Tupling Toun of Morning de
Heights, with his lavast ﬂow and his rambling undergroands, would
he reoccur Ad Horam, as old
Romeo Rogers, in city or county, and your sure ob, or by, with or
from an urb, of you know the diﬀerenciabus, as brauchbarred in
apabhramsa, sierrah! We speak of Gun, the farther. And in the
locative. Bap! Bap!
Ouer Tad, Hellig Babbau, whom certayn orbits assertant re humeplace of Chivitats Ei, Smithwick, Rhonnda, Kaledon, Salem (Mass), Childers, Argos and Duthless. Well, I am advised he might in a sense be both nevertheless, every at man like my- self, suﬃx it to say, Abrahamsk and Brookbear! By him it was done bapka, by me it was gone into, to whom it will beblive, Mushame, Mushame! I am afraid you could not heave ahore one of your own old stepstones, barnabarnabarn, over a stumble- down wall here in Huddlestown to this classic Noctuber night but itandthey woule binge, much as vecious, oﬀ the dosshouse back of a racerider in his truetoﬂesh colours, either handicapped on her ﬂat or barely repeating himself. That is a tiptip tim oldy faher now the man I go in fear of, Tommy Terracotta, and he could be all your and my das, the brodar of the founder of the father of the ﬁnder of the pfander of the pfunder of the furst man in Ranelagh, fué! fué! Petries and violet ice (I am yam, as Me and Tam Tower used to jagger pemmer it, over at the house of
Eddy’s Christy, meaning Dodgfather, Dodgson and Coo) and spiriduous sanction!
Breeze softly. Aures are aureas. Hau’s his naun?
Me das has or oreils. Piercey, piercey, piercey, piercey!
White eyeluscious and muddyhorsebroth! Pig Pursyriley! But where do we get oﬀ, chiseller?
Haltstille, Lucas and Dublinn! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva!
Macdougal, Atlantic City, or his onagrass that is, chuam and coughan! I would go near identifying you from your stavro- tides, Jong of Maho, and the weslarias round your yokohahat. And that O’mulanchonry plucher you have from the worst curst of Ireland, Glwlwd of the Mghtwg Grwpp, is no use to you either, Johnny my donkeyschott.
Hooshin hom to our regional’s hin and the gander of Hayden. Would ye ken a young stepschuler of psychical chiro- graphy, the name of Keven, or (let outers pray) Evan Vaughan, of his Posthorn in the High Street, that was shooing a Guiney gagag, Poulepinter, that found the dogumen number one, I would suggest, an illegible downfumbed by an unelgible?
If I do know sinted sageness? Sometimes he would keep silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and clasp his forehead and during the time he would be thinking to himself and he would not mind anybody who would be talking to him or crying stinking ﬁsh. But I no way need you, stroke oar nor your quick handles.
South I see. You’re up-in-Leal-Ulster and I’m-free-Down- in-Easia, this is much better.  The prouts who will invent a writing there ultimately is the poeta, still more learned, who discovered the raiding there origin- ally. That’s the point of eschatology our book of kills reaches for now in soandso many counterpoint words. What can’t be coded can be decorded if an ear aye sieze what no eye ere grieved for. Now, the doctrine obtains, we have occasioning cause caus-
ing eﬀects and aﬀects occasionally recausing altereﬀects. Or I will let me take it upon myself to suggest to twist the penman’s tale posterwise. The gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand is the hand of Sameas. Shan - Shim - Schung. There is a strong suspicion on counterfeit Kevin and we all remember ye in child- hood’s reverye. ’Tis the bells of scandal that gave tune to grumble over him and someone between me and thee. He would preach to the two turkies and dipdip all the dindians, this master the abbey, and give gold tidings to all that are in the bonze age of anteproresurrectionism to entrust their easter neappearance to Borsaiolini’s house of hatcraft. He is our sent on the ﬁrm. Now, have you reasonable hesitancy in your mind about him after fourpriest redmass or are you in your post? Tell me andat sans dismay. Leap, pard!
Fierappel putting years on me! Nwo, nwo! This bolt in hand be my worder! I’ll see you moved farther, blarneying Marcantonio! What cans such wretch to say to I or how have My to doom with him? We were wombful of mischief and initium- wise, everliking a liked, hairytop on heeltipper, alpybecca’s un- wachsibles, an ikeson am ikeson, that babe, imprincipially, my leperd brethern, the Puer, ens innocens of but ﬁfteen primes. Ya all in your kalblionized so trilustriously standing the real school, to be upright as his match, healtheous as is egg, saviour so the salt and good wee braod, parallaling buttyr, did I alter- mobile him to a ﬂare insiding hogsfat. Been ike hins kinder- gardien? I know not, O cashla, I am sure oﬀed habitand this undered heaven, meis enﬁns, contrasting the ﬁrst mover, that father I ascend fromming knows, as I think, caused whom I, a self the sign, came remaining being dwelling ayr, plage and watford as to I was eltered impostulance possessing my future state falling towards thrice myself resting the childhide when I received the habit following Mezienius connecting Mezosius including was verted embracing a palegrim, circumcised my hairs, Oh laud, and removed my clothes from patristic motives, meas minimas culpads! Permitting this ick (ickle coon icoocoon) crouched low entering humble down, dead thrue mean scato-
logical past, making so smell partaking myself to confess abiding clean tumbluponing yous octopods, mouthspeech allno ﬁnger- force, owning my mansuetude before him attaching Audeon’s prostratingwards mine sore accompanying my thrain tropps oﬀering meye eyesalt, what I (the person whomin I now am) did not do, how he to say essied anding how he was making errand andanding how he all locutey sunt, why did you, my sexth best friend, blabber always you would be so delated to back me, then ersed irredent, toppling Humphrey hugging Nephew, old begge- laut, designing such post sitting his night oﬃce? Annexing then, producing Saint Momuluius, you snub around enclosing your moving motion touching the other catachumens continuing say providing append of signature quoniam you will celebrand my dirthdags quoniam, concealed a concealer, I am twosides uppish, a mockbelief insulant, ending none meer hyber irish. Well, chunk your dimned chink, before avtokinatown, forasmuch as many have tooken in hand to, I may as well humbly correct that ves- pian now in case of temporalities.  Improperial! I saved you fore of the Hekkites and you loosed me hind bland Harry to the burghmote of Aud Dub. I teachet you in fair time, my elders, the W.X.Y.Z. and P.Q.R.S. of legatine powers and you, Ailbey and Ciardeclan, I learn, episcop- ing me altogether, circumdeditioned me. I brought you from the loups of Lazary and you have remembered my lapsus langways. Washywatchywataywatashy! Oirasesheorebukujibun! Wata- cooshy lot! Mind of poison is. That time thing think! Honoriﬁc remembrance to spit humble makes. My ruridecanal caste is a cut above you peregrines. Aye vouchu to rumanescu. See the leabhour of my generations! Has not my master, Theophrastius Spheropneu- maticus, written that the spirit is from the upper circle? I’m of the ochlocracy with Prestopher Palumbus and Porvus Parrio. Soa koa Kelly Terry per Chelly Derry lepossette. Ho look at my jailbrand Exquovis and sequencias High marked on me fake- similar in the foreign by Pappagallus and Pumpusmugnus: ahem! Anglicey:
Eggs squawﬁsh lean yoe nun feed marecurious.Sagart can self laud nilobstant to Lowman Catlick’s patrician morning coat of arms with my High tripenniferry cresta and caudal mottams: Itch dean: which Gaspey, Otto and Sauer, he renders: echo stay so! Addressing eat or not eat body Yours am. And, Mind, praisegad, is the ﬁrst praisonal Egoname Yod heard boissboissy in Moy Bog’s domesday. Hastan the vista!
 Misha, Yid think whose was asking
to luckat your sore toe or to taste your gaspy, hot and sour!
Ichthyan! Hegvat tosser! Gags be plebsed! Between his voyous and
her consinnantes! Thugg, Dirke and Hacker with Rose Lankester and
Blanche Yorke! Are we speachin d’anglas landadge or are you
sprakin sea Djoytsch? Oy soy, Bleseyblasey, where to go is knowing
remain? Become quantity that discourse bothersome when what do?
Knowing remain? Come back, baddy wrily, to Bullydamestough! Cum
him, buddy rowly, with me! What about your thruppenny croucher of
an old fellow, me boy, through the ages, tell us, eh? What about
Brian’s the Vauntand- onlieme, Master Monk, eh, eh,
Spira in Me Domino, spear me
Doyne! Fat prize the bonaﬁde peachumpidgeonlover, eh, eh, eh,
esquire earwugs, escusado, of Jenkins’ Area, with his I’ve Ivy
under his tangue and the hohallo to his dullaphone, before there
was a sound in the world? How big was his boost friend and be
shanghaied to him? The swaaber! The twicer, trifoaled in Wan-
stable! Loud’s curse to him! If you hored him outerly as we harum
lubberintly, from morning rice till nightmale, with his drums and
bones and hums in drones your innereer’d heerdly heer he. Ho ha hi
he hung! Tsing tsing!
Me no angly mo, me speakee Yellman’s lingas. Nicey Doc Mistel Lu, please! Me no pigey ludiments all same numpa one Topside Tellmastoly fella. Me pigey savvy a singasong anothel time. Pleasie, Mista Lukie Walkie! Josadam cowbelly maam belongame shepullamealahmalong, begolla, Jackinaboss belonga- she; plentymuch boohoomeo.
Hell’s Confucium and the Elements! Tootoo moohootch! Thot’s never the postal cleric, checking chinchin chat with nip-
ponnippers! Halt there sob story to your lambdad’s tale! Are you roman cawthrick 432?
Quadrigue my yoke. Triple my
tryst. Tandem my sire.
History as her is harped. Too the toone your owldfrow lied of. Tantris, hattrick, tryst and parting, by vowelglide! I feel your thrilljoy mouths overtspeaking, O dragoman, hands under- studium. Plunger words what paddle verbed. Mere man’s mime: God has jest. The old order changeth and lasts like the ﬁrst. Every third man has a chink in his conscience and every other woman has a jape in her mind. Now, ﬁx on the little fellow in my eye, Minucius Mandrake, and follow my little psychosinology, poor armer in slingslang. Now I, the lord of Tuttu, am placing that inital T square of burial jade upright to your temple a moment. Do you see anything, templar?
I see a blackfrinch pliestrycook . . . who is carrying on his
brainpan . . . a cathedral of lovejelly for his . . .
Tiens, how he is like
somebodies!
Pious, a pious person. What sound of tistress isoles my ear? I horizont the same, this serpe with ramshead, and lay it lightly to your lip a little. What do you feel, liplove?
I feel a ﬁne lady . . . ﬂoating on a stillstream of isisglass . . . with gold hair to the bed . . . and white arms to the twinklers . . . O la la!
Purely, in a pure manner. O, sey but swift and still a vain essaying! Trothed today, trenned tomorrow. I invert the initial of your tripartite and sign it sternly, and adze to girdle, on your breast. What do you hear, breastplate?
I ahear of a hopper behidin the door slappin his feet in a pool of bran.
Bellax, acting like a bellax. And so the triptych vision
passes. Out of a hillside into a hillside. Fairshee fading. Again
am I deliciated by the picaresqueness of your irmages. Now, the
oneir urge iterimpellant, I feel called upon to ask did it ever
occur to you, qua you, prior to
this, by a stretch of
your iberborealic imagination, when it’s quicker than this quack- ing that you might, bar accidens, be very largely substituted in potential secession from your next life by a complementary char- acter, voices apart? Upjack! I shudder for your thought! Think! Put from your mind that and take on trust this. The next word depends on your answer.
I’m thinking to, thogged be thenked! I was just trying to think when I thought I felt a ﬂea. I might have. I cannot say for it is of no signiﬁcance at all. Once or twice when I was in odin- burgh with my addlefoes, Jake Jones, the handscabby, when I thinkled I wore trying on my garden substisuit, boy’s apert, at my nexword nighboor’s, and maybe more largely nor you quosh yet you, messmate, realise. A few times, so to shape, I chanced to be stretching, in the shadow as I thought, the liferight out of myself in my ericulous imaginating. I felt feeling a half Scotch and pottage like roung my middle ageing like Bewley in the baste so that I indicate out to myself and I swear my gots how that I’m not meself at all, no jolly fear, when I realise bimiselves how becomingly I to be going to become.
O, is that the way with you, you craythur? In the becom- ing was the weared, wontnat! Hood maketh not frere. The voice is the voice of jokeup, I fear. Are you imitation Roma now or Amor now. You have all our empathies, eh, Mr Trickpat, if you don’t mind, that is, aside from sings and mush, answering to my straight question?
God save the monk! I won’t mind this is, answering to your
strict crossqueets, whereas it would be as unethical for me now to
answer as it would have been nonsensical for you then not to have
asked. Same no can, home no will, gangin I am. Gangang is Mine and
I will return. Out of my name you call me, Leelander. But in my
shelter you’ll miss me. When Lapac walks backwords he’s darkest
horse in Capalisoot. You knew me once but you won’t know me twice.
I am simpliciter arduus, ars of
the schoo, Freeday’s child in loving and thieving.
My child, know this! Some portion of that answer appears to have been token by you from the writings of Saint Synodius,
that ﬁrst liar. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the queen, whither the indwellingness of that which shameﬁeth be entwined of one or atoned of two. Let us hear, Art simplicissime!
Dearly beloved brethren: Bruno and Nola, leymon bogholders and
stationary lifepartners oﬀ orangey Saint Nessau Street, were
explaining it avicendas all round each other ere yesterweek out of
Ibn Sen and Ipanzussch. When himupon Nola Bruno mono- polises his
egobruno most unwillingly seses by the mortal powers alionola
equal and opposite brunoipso, id
est, eternally provoking alio opposite equally as provoked as
Bruno at being eternally opposed by Nola. Poor omniboose, singalow
singelearum: so is he!
One might hear in their beyond that lionroar in the air again, the zoohoohoom of Felin make Call. Bruin goes to Noble, aver who is? If is itsen? Or you mean Nolans but Volans, an alibi, do you Mutemalice, suﬀering unegoistically from the singular but positively enjoying on the plural? Dustify of that sole, you breather! Ruemember, blither, thou must lie!
Oyessoyess! I never dramped of prebeing a postman but I mean in ostralian someplace, mults deeply belubdead; my allaboy brother, Negoist Cabler, of this city, whom ’tis better ne’er to name, my said brother, the skipgod, expulled for looking at churches from behind, who is sender of the Hullo Eve Cenograph in prose and worse every Allso’s night. High Brazil Brandan’s Deferred, midden Erse clare language, Nought- noughtnought nein. Assass. Dublire, per Neuropaths. Punk.   How he went to his swilters- land after his lungs, my sad late brother, before his coglionial expancian? Won’t you join me in a small halemerry, a bottle of the best, for wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen, what though pre- ferring the stranger, the coughs and the itches and the minnies and the ratties the opulose and bilgenses, for of his was the patriots mistaken. The heart that wast our Graw McGree!
 His fuchs up the staires and the ladgers in his haires, he ought to win that
V.V.C.Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! Would he were even among the lost! From ours bereft beyond be- longs. Oremus poor fraternibus that he may yet escape the gallews and still remain ours faithfully departed. I wronged you. I never want to see more of bad men but I want to learn from any on the airse, like Tass with much thanks, here’s ditto, if he lives sameplace in the antipathies of austrasia or anywhere with my fawngest on his hooshmoney, safe and damned, or has hopped it or who can throw any lime on the sopjack, my fond fosther, E. Obiit Nolan, The Workings, N.S.W., his condition oﬀ the Venerable Jerrybuilt, not belonging to these parts, who, I remember ham to me, when we were like bro and sis over our castor and porridge, with his roamin I suppose, expecting for his clarenx negus, a teetotum abstainer. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be ashunned of him. We were in one class of age like to two clots of egg. I am most beholding to him, my namesick, as we sayed it in our Am- harican, through the Doubly Telewisher. Outpassed hearts wag short pertimes. Worndown shoes upon his feet, to whose re- dress no tongue can tell! In his hands a boot! Spare me, do, a copper or two and happy I’ll hope you’ll be! It will pleased me behind with thanks from before and love to self and all I remain here your truly friend. I am no scholar but I loved that man who has africot lupps with the moonshane in his proﬁle, my shemblable! My freer! I call you my halfbrother because you in your soberer otiumic moments remind me deeply of my natural saywhen brothel in feed, hop and jollity, S. H. Devitt, that benighted irismaimed, who is tearly belaboured by Sydney and Alibany.
As you sing it it’s a study. That letter selfpenned to one’s other, that neverperfect everplanned?
This nonday diary, this allnights newseryreel.
My dear sir! In this wireless age any owl rooster can peck
up bostoons. But whoewaxed he so anquished? Was he vector victored of victim vexed?
Mighty sure! Way way for his wehicul! A parambolator ram into his bagsmall when he was reading alawd, with two eco- lites and he’s been failing of that kink in his arts over sense.
Madonagh and Chiel, idealist leading a double life! But who, for the brilliance of brothers, is the Nolan as appearant nominally?
Mr Nolan is pronuminally Mr Gottgab.
I get it. By hearing his thing about a person one begins to place him for a certain in true. You reeker, he stands pat for you before a direct object in the feminine. I see. By maiden sname. Now, I am earnestly asking you, and putting it as between this yohou and that houmonymh, will just you search through your gabgut memoirs for all of two minutes for this impersonating pronolan, fairhead on foulshoulders. Would it be in twofold truth an untaken mispatriate, too fullfully true and rereally a doblinganger much about your own medium with a sandy whiskers? Poke me nabs in the ribs and pick the erstwort out of his mouth.
Treble Stauter of Holy Baggot Street, formerly Sword- meat, who I surpassed him lately for four and six bringing home the Christmas, as heavy as music, hand to eyes on the peer for Noel’s Arch, in blessed foster’s place is doing the dirty on me with his tantrums and all these godforgiven kilowatts I’d be better oﬀ without. She’s write to him she’s levt by me, Jenny Rediviva! Toot! Detter for you, Mr Nobru. Toot toot! Better for you, Mr Anol! This is the way we. Of a redtettetterday morning.
When your contraman from Tuwarceathay is looking for righting that is not a good sign? Not?
I speak truly, it’s a shower sign that it’s not.
What though it be for the sow of his heart? If even she were a good pool Pegeen?
If she ate your windowsill you wouldn’t say sow.
Would you be surprised after that my asking have you a bull, a bosbully, with a whistle in his tail to scare other birds?
I would.
Were you with Sindy and Sandy attending Goliath, a bull?
You’d make me sag what you like to. I was intending a funeral. Simply and samply.
They are too wise of solbing their silbings?
And both croon to the same theme.
Tugbag is Baggut’s, when a crispin sokolist besoops juts kamps
or clapperclaws an irvingite oﬀthedocks. A luckchange, I see.
 We can cop that with our straat that is called
corkscrewed. It would be the ﬁnest boulevard billy for a mile in
every direction, from Lismore to Cape Brendan, Patrick’s, if they
took the bint out of the mittle of it. You told of a tryst too,
two a tutu. I wonder now, without releasing seeklets of the
alcove, turturs or raabraabs, have I heard mention of whose name
anywhere? Mallowlane or Demaasch? Strike us up either end
Have You Erred oﬀ Van Homper or
Ebell Teresa Kane.
Marak! Marak! Marak!
He drapped has draraks an Mansianhase parak
And he had ta barraw the watarcrass shartclaths aﬀ the ark- bashap af Yarak!
Braudribnob’s on the bummel?
And lillypets on the lea.
A being again in becomings again. From the sallies to the allies through their central power?
Pirce! Perce! Quick! Queck!
O Tara’s thrush, the sharepusher! And he said he was only taking the average grass temperature for green Thurdsday, the blutchy scaliger! Who you know the musselman, his muscle- mum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo Mum! He loves a drary lane. Feel Phylliscitations to daﬀ Mr Hairwigger who has just hadded twinned little curls! He was resting between horrockses’ sheets, wailing for white warfare, prooboor welsht- breton, and unbiassed by the embarrassment of disposal but, the ﬁrst woking day, by Thunder, he stepped into the breach and put on his recriution trousers and riding apron in Baltic Bygrad, the old soggy, was when the bold bhuoys of Iran wouldn’t join up.
How voice you that, nice Sandy man? Not large goodman is he, Sandy nice. Ask him this one minute upthrow inner lotus of his burly ear womit he dropped his Bass’s to P ﬂat. And for that he was allaughed? And then baited? The whole gammat?
Loonacied! Marterdyed!! Madwakemiherculossed!!! Ju- dascessed!!!! Pairaskivvymenassed!!!!! Luredogged!!!!!! And, needatellye, faulscrescendied!!!!!!!
Dias domnas! Dolled to dolthood? And Annie Delittle, his daintree diva, in deltic dwilights, singing him henpecked rusish through the bars? My Wolossay’s wild as the Crasnian Sea! Grabashag, groogy, scoop and I’ll cure ye! Mother of emeralds, ara poog neighbours!
Capilla, Rubrilla and Melcamomilla! Dauby, dauby, with- out dulay! Well, I beg to traverse same above statement by saxy luters in their back haul of Coalcutter what reﬂects upon my administrants of slow poisoning as my dodear devere revered mainhirr was conﬁned to guardroom, I hindustand, by my pint of his Filthered pilsens bottle due to Zenaphiah Holwell, H and
J. C. S, Which I was bringing up my quee parapotacarry’s orders in my sedown chair with my mudfacepacket from my cash chemist and family drugger, Surager Dowling, V.S. to our aural surgeon, Afamado Hairductor Achmed Borumborad, M.A.C.A, Sahib, of a 1001 Ombrilla Street, Syringa padham, Alleypulley, to see what was my watergood, my mesical wasserguss, for repairs done by bollworm in the rere of pilch knickers, seven yerds to his galandhar pole on perch, together with his for me unﬁllable slopper, property of my deeply forfear revebereared, who is costing us mostfortunes which I am writing in mepetition to Kavanagh Djanaral, when he was sitting him humpbacked in dry dryﬁlthy- heat to his trinidads pinslers at their orpentings, entailing a laxative tendency to mary, especially with him being forbidden fruit and certiﬁed by his sexular clergy to have as badazmy emotional volvular, with a basketful of priesters crossing the singorgeous to aroint him with tummy moor’s maladies, and thereinafter liable to succumb when served with letters potent below the belch, if my rupee repure riputed husbandship H.R.R.
took a brief one in his shirtsails out of the alleged given mineral, telling me see his in Foraignghistan sambat papers Sunday feac- tures of a welcomed aperrytiﬀ with vallad of Erill Pearcey O he never battered one eagle’s before paying me his duty on my annaversary to the parroteyes list in my nil ensemble, in his lazy- chair but he hidded up my hemifaces in all my mayarannies and he locked plum into my mirrymouth like Ysamasy morning in the end of time, with the so light’s hope on his ruddycheeks and rawjaws and, my charmer, whom I dipped my hand in, he simply showed me his propendiculous loadpoker, Seaserpents hisses sissastones, which was as then is produced in his mansway by this wisest of the Vikramadityationists, with the remere remind remure remark, in his gulughurutty: Yran for parasites with rum for the turkeycockeys so Lithia, M.D., as this is for Snooker, bort!
Which was said by whem to whom?
It wham. But whim I can’t whumember.
Fantasy! funtasy on fantasy, amnaes ﬁntasies! And there is
nihil nuder under the clothing moon. When Ota, weewahrwiﬁcle of
Torquells, bumpsed her dumpsydiddle down in her woolsark she mode
our heuteyleutey girlery of peerlesses to set up in all their
bombossities of feudal ﬁertey, fanned, ﬂounced and frangi- panned,
while the massstab whereby Ephialtes has exceeded is the measure,
simplex mendaciis, by which our
Outis cuts his thruth. Arkaway now!
Yerds and nudes say ayes and noes! Vide! Vide!
Let Eivin bemember for Gates of Gold for their fadeless suns berayed her. Irise, Osirises! Be thy mouth given unto thee! For why do you lack a link of luck to poise a pont of perfect, peace? On the vignetto is a ragingoos. The overseer of the house of the oversire of the seas, Nu-Men, triumphant, sayeth: Fly as the hawk, cry as the corncrake, Ani Latch of the postern is thy name; shout!
My heart, my mother! My heart, my coming forth of darkness! They know not my heart, O coolun dearast! Mon gloomerie! Mon glamourie! What a surpraise, dear Mr Preacher,
I to hear from your strawnummical modesty! Yes, there was that skew arch of chrome sweet home, ﬂoodlit up above the ﬂabberghosted farmament and bump where the camel got the needle. Talk about iridecencies! Ruby and beryl and chrysolite, jade, sapphire, jasper and lazul.
Orca Bellona! Heavencry at earthcall, etnat athos? Extinct your vulcanology for the lava of Moltens!
It’s you not me’s in erupting, hecklar!
Ophiuchus being visible above thorizon, muliercula oc- cluded by Satarn’s serpent ring system, the pisciolinnies Nova Ardonis and Prisca Parthenopea, are a bonnies feature in the northern sky. Ers, Mores and Merkery are surgents below the rim of the Zenith Part while Arctura, Anatolia, Hesper and Mesembria weep in their mansions over Noth, Haste, Soot and Waste.
Apep and Uachet! Holy snakes, chase me charley, Eva’s got barley under her ﬂuencies! The Ural Mount he’s on the move and he’ll quivvy her with his strombolo! Waddlewurst, the bag of tow, as broad above as he is below! Creeping through the liongrass and bullsrusshius, the obesendean, before the Emfang de Maurya’s class, in Bill Shasser’s Shotshrift writing academy, camouﬂaged as a blancmange and maple syrop! Obei- sance so their sitinins is the follicity of this Orp!  The treadmill pebbledropper haha halfahead overground and she’d only chitschats in her spanking bee bonetry, Allapolloosa! Up the slanger! Three cheers and a heva heva for the name Dan Magraw!
The giant sun is in his emanence but which is chief of those white dwarfees of which he ever is surabanded? And do you think I might have being his seventh! He will kitssle me on melbaw. What about his age? says you. What about it? says I. I will confess to his sins and blush me further. I would misdemean to rebuke to the libels of snots from the ﬂeshambles, the canalles. Synamite is too good for them. Two overthirties in shore shor- ties. She’s askapot at Nile Lodge and she’s citchincarry at the left Mrs Hamazum’s. Will you warn your old habasund, barking at baggermen, his chokefull chewing his chain? Responsif you
plais.  Sylphling me when is a maid nought a maid he would go to anyposs length for her! So long, Sulleyman! If they cut his nose on the stitcher they had their siven good reasons. Here’s to the leglift of my snuﬀ and trout stockangt henkerchoﬀ, orange ﬁn with a mosaic of dispensations and a froren black patata, from my church milli- ner. When Lynch Brother, Withworkers, Friends and Company with T. C. King and the Warden of Galway is prepared to stretch him sacred by the powers to the starlight, L.B.W. Hemp, hemp, hurray! says the captain in the moonlight. I could put him under my pallyass and slepp on him all nights as I would roll myself for holy poly over his borrowing places. How we will make laugh over him together, me and my Riley in the Vickar’s bed! Quink! says I. He cawls to me Granny-stream-Auborne when I am hiding under my hair from him and I cool him my Finnyking he’s so joyant a bounder. Plunk! said he. Inasmuch as I am delightful to be able to state, with the joy of liﬁng in my forty winkers, that a handsome sovereign was freely pledged in their pennis in the sluts maschine, alonging wath a cherry- wickerkishabrack of maryfruit under Shadow La Rose, to both the legintimate lady performers of display unquestionable, Elsebett and Marryetta Gunning, H2O, by that noblesse of leechers at his Saxontannery with motto in Wwalshe’s ﬀrenchllatin: O’Neill saw Queen Molly’s pants: and much admired engraving, meaning complet manly parts during alleged recent act of our chief mergey margey magistrades, ﬁve itches above the kneecap, as required by statues. V.I.C.5.6. If you won’t release me stop to please me up the leg of me. Now you see! Respect. S.V.P. Your wife. Amn. Anm. Amm. Ann.
You wish to take us, Frui Mria, by degrees, as
artis litterarum- que patrona
but I am afraid, my poor woman of that same name, what with your
silvanes and your salvines, you are misled.
Alas for livings’ pledjures!
Lordy Daw and Lady Don! Uncle Foozle and Aunty Jack! Sure,
that old humbugger was boycotted and girlcutted in debt and
doom, on hill and haven, even by the show-the-ﬂag ﬂotilla, as
I’m given now to understand, illscribed in all the
gratuitouses and conspued in the takeyourhandaways. Bumbty,
tumbty, Sot on a Wall, Mute art for the Million. There wasn’t
an Archimandrite of Dane’s Island and the townlands nor a minx
from the Isle of Woman nor a one of the four cantins nor any
on the whole wheel of his ecunemical conciliabulum nor nogent
ingen meid on allad the hold scurface of the jorth would come
next or nigh him, Mr Eelwhipper, seed and nursery man, or his
allgas bumgalowre, Auxilium Meum
Solo A Domino (Amsad), for rime or ration, from piles or
faces, after that.
All ears did wag, old Eire wake as Piers Aurell was ﬂapper- gangsted.
Recount!
I have it here to my ﬁngall’s ends. This liggy piggy wanted to go to the jampot. And this leggy peggy spelt pea. And theese lucky puckers played at pooping tooletom. Ma’s da. Da’s ma. Madas. Sadam.
Pater patruum cum ﬁliabus
familiarum. Or, but, now, and, ariring out of her mirgery
margery watersheads and, to change that subjunct from the
traumaturgid for once in a while and dart- ing back to stuﬀ,
if so be you may identify yourself with the him in you, that
ﬂuctuous neck merchamtur, bloodfadder and milk- mudder, since
then our too many of her, Abha na Lifé, and getting on to
dadaddy again, as them we’re ne’er free of, was he in tea e’er
he went on the bier or didn’t he ontime do something seemly
heavy in sugar? He sent out Christy Columb and he came back
with a jailbird’s unbespokables in his beak and then he sent
out Le Caron Crow and the peacies are still looking for him.
The seeker from the swayed, the beesabouties from the parent
swarm. Speak to the right! Rotacist ca canny! He caun ne’er be
bothered but maun e’er be waked. If there is a future in every
past that is present Quis est
qui non novit quinnigan and
Qui quae quot at
Quinnigan’s Quake!Stump! His producers are they not his con- sumers? Your exagmination round his factiﬁcation for incam- ination of a warping process. Declaim!
Arra irrara hirrara man, weren’t they arriving in clansdes-
tinies for the Imbandiment of Ad
Regias Agni Dapes, fogabawlers and panhibernskers, after the
crack and the lean years, scalpjaggers and houthhunters, like the
messicals of the great god, a scarlet trainful, the Twoedged
Petrard, totalling, leggats and prelaps, in their aggregate ages
two and thirty plus undecimmed centries of them with insiders,
extraomnes and tuttifrutties allcunct, from Rathgar, Rathanga,
Rountown and Rush, from America Avenue and Asia Place and the
Aﬀrian Way and Europa Parade and be- sogar the wallies of Noo Soch
Wilds and from Vico, Mespil Rock and Sorrento, for the lure of his
weal and the fear of his oppidumic, to his salon de espera in the
keel of his kraal, like lodes of ores ﬂocking fast to Mount
Maximagnetic, afeerd he was a gunner but aﬀaird to stay away,
Merrionites, Dumstdumb- drummers, Luccanicans, Ashtoumers,
Batterysby Parkes and Krumlin Boyards, Phillipsburgs, Cabraists
and Finglossies, Ballymunites, Raheniacs and the bettlers of
Clontarf, for to con- template in manifest and pay their ﬁrstrate
duties before the both of him, twelve stone a side, with their
Thieve le Roué! and their
Shvr yr Thrst! and their
Uisgye ad Inferos! and their
Usque ad Ebbraios! at and in
the licensed boosiness primises of his del- hightful bazar and
reunited magazine hall, by the magazine wall, Hosty’s and Co,
Exports, for his ﬁve hundredth and sixtysixth borthday, the grand
old Magennis Mor, Persee and Rahli, taker of the tributes, their
Rinseky Poppakork and Piowtor the Grape, holding Dunker’s durbar,
boot kings and indiarubber umpires and shawhs from paisley and
muftis in muslim and sultana reiseines and jordan almonders and a
row of jam sahibs and a odd principeza in her pettedcoat and the
queen of knight’s clubs and the claddagh ringleaders and the two
salaames and the Halfa Ham and the Hanzas Khan with two fat
Maharashers and the German selver geyser and he polished up,
protemptible, tintanam- bulating to himsilf so silfrich, and there
was J. B. Dunlop, the
best tyrent of ourish times, and a swanks of French wine stuarts and Tudor keepsakes and the Cesarevitch for the current coun- ter Leodegarius Sant Legerleger riding lapsaddlelonglegs up the oakses staircase on muleback like Amaxodias Isteroprotos, hind- quarters to the fore and kick to the lift, and he handygrabbed on to his trulley natural anthem:
Horsibus, keep your tailyup, and as much as the halle of the vacant fhroneroom, Oldloafs Buttery, could safely accomodate of the houses of Orange and Betters M.P, permeated by Druids D.P, Brehons B.P, and Flawhoolags F.P, and Agiapommenites A.P, and Antepum- melites P.P, and Ulster Kong and Munster’s Herald with Athclee Ensigning and Athlone Poursuivant and his Imperial Catchering, his fain awan, and his gemmynosed sanctsons in epheud and ordilawn and his diamondskulled granddaucher, Adamantaya Liubokovskva, all murdering Irish, amok and amak, out of their boom companions in paunchjab and dogril and pammel and gougerotty, after plenty of his fresh stout and his good balls of malt, not to forget his oels a’mona nor his beers o’ryely, sopped down by his pani’s annagolorum, (at Kennedy’s kiln she kned her dough, back of her bake for me, buns!) social- izing and communicanting in the deiﬁcation of his members, for to nobble or salvage their herobit of him, the poohpooher old bolssloose, with his arthurious clayroses, Dodderick Ogonoch Wrack, busted to the wurld at large, on the table round, with the ﬂoodlight switched back, as true as the Vernons have Brian’s sword, and a dozen and one by one tilly tallows round in ring- campf, circumassembled by his daughters in the foregiftness of his sons, lying high as he lay in all dimensions, in court dress and ludmers chain, with a hogo, ﬂuorescent of his swathings, round him, like the cummulium of scents in an italian warehouse, erica’s clustered on his hayir, the spectrem of his prisent mocking the candiedights of his dadtid, bagpuddingpodded to the deafspot, bewept of his chilidrin and seraﬁm, poors and personalities, ven- turous, drones and dominators, ancients and auldancients, with his buttend up, expositoed for sale after referee’s inspection, bulgy and blowrious, bunged to ignorious, healed cured andembalsemate, pending a rouseruction of his bogey, most highly astounded, as it turned up, after his life overlasting, at thus being reduced to nothing.
Bappy-go-gully and gaﬀ for us all! And all his morties calisenic, tripping a trepas, neniatwantyng: Mulo Mulelo! Homo Humilo! Dauncy a deady O! Dood dood dood! O Bawse! O Boese! O Muerther! O Mord! Mahmato! Moutmaro! O Smir- tsch! O Smertz! Woh Hillill! Woe Hallall! Thou Thuoni! Thou Thaunaton! Umartir! Udamnor! Tschitt! Mergue! Eulumu! Huam Khuam! Malawinga! Malawunga! Ser Oh Ser! See ah See! Hamovs! Hemoves! Mamor! Rockquiem eternuel give donal aye in dolmeny! Bad luck’s perpepperpot loosen his eyis! (Psich!).
But there’s leps of ﬂam in Funnycoon’s Wick. The keyn has passed. Lung lift the keying!
 Muster of the Hidden Life!
God serf yous kingly, adipose rex! I had four in the morn- ing and a couple of the lunch and three later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. Finnk. Fime. Fudd?
Impassable tissue of improbable liyers! D’yu mean to sett there where y’are now, coddlin your supernumerary leg, wi’that bizar tongue in yur tolkshap, and your hindies and shindies, like a muck in a market, Sorley boy, repeating yurself, and tell me that?
 If I can’t upset this pound of pressed ollaves I can sit up zounds of sounds upon him.
Oliver! He may be an earthpresence. Was that a groan or did I hear the Dingle bagpipes Wasting war and? Watch!
Tris tris a ni ma mea!
Prisoner of Love! Bleating Hart! Lowlaid Herd! Aubain Hand! Wonted
Foot! Usque! Usque! Usque! Lignum in
. . .
Rawth of Gar and Donnerbruck Fire? Is the strays world moving mound or what static babel is this, tell us?
Whoishe whoishe whoishe whoishe linking in? Whoishe whoishe whoishe?
The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the groun. The dead giant manalive! They’re playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the Gael! Hop! Whu’s within?
Dovegall and ﬁnshark, they are ring to the rescune!
Zinzin. Zinzin.
Crum abu! Cromwell to victory!
We’ll gore them and gash them and gun them and gloat on them.
Zinzin.
O, widows and orphans, it’s the yeomen! Redshanks for ever! Up Lancs!
The cry of the roedeer it is! The white hind. Their slots, linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and peace! Title! Title!
Christ in our irish times! Christ on the airs independence! Christ hold the freedman’s chareman! Christ light the dully expressed!
Slog slagt and sluaghter! Rape the daughter! Choke the pope!
Aure! Cloudy father! Unsure! Nongood!
Zinzin.
—Sold! I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther! My sidster! Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold!
Pipette dear! Us! Us! Me! Me!
Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March!
Me! I’m true. True! Isolde. Pipette. My precious!
Zinzin.
Brinabride, bet my price! Brinabride!
My price, my precious?
Zin.
Brinabride, my price! When you sell get my price!
Zin.
Pipette! Pipette, my priceless one!
O! Mother of my tears! Believe for me! Fold thy son!
Zinzin. Zinzin.
Now we’re gettin it. Tune in and pick up the forain counties! Hello!
Zinzin.
Hello! Tittit! Tell your title?
Abride!
Hellohello! Ballymacarett! Am I thru’ Iss? Miss? True?
Tit! What is the ti . . ?
SILENCE.
Act drop. Stand by! Blinders! Curtain up. Juice, please! Foots!
Hello! Are you Cigar shank and Wheat?
I gotye. Gobble Ann’s Carrot Cans.
Parfey. Now, after that justajiﬀ siesta, just permit me a moment. Challenger’s Deep is childsplay to this but, by our soundings in the swish channels, land is due. A truce to demobbed swarwords. Clear the line, priority call! Sybil! Better that or this? Sybil Head this end! Better that way? Follow the baby spot. Yes. Very good now. We are again in the magnetic ﬁeld. Do you remember on a particular lukesummer night, following a crying fair day? Moisten your lips for a lightning strike and begin again. Mind the ﬂickers and dimmers! Better?
Well. The isles is Thymes. The ales is Penzance. Vehement Genral. Delhi expulsed.
Still calling of somewhave from its speciﬁc? Not more? Lesscontinuous. There were ﬁres on every bald hill in holy Ireland that night. Better so?

Were they bonﬁres? That clear?
No other name would at all beﬁt them unless that. Bona- ﬁeries! With their blue beards streaming to the heavens.
Was it a high white night now?
Whitest night mortal ever saw.
Was our lord of the heights nigh our lady of the valley?
He was hosting himself up and ﬂosting himself around and ghosting himself to merry her murmur like an andeanupper balkan.
Lewd’s carol! Was there rain by any chance, mistandew?
Plenty. If you wend farranoch.
There fell some fall of littlewinter snow, holy-as-ivory, I gather, jesse?
By snaachtha clocka. The nicest at all. In hilly-and-even zimalayars.
Did it not blow some gales, westnass or ostscent, rather strongly to less, allin humours out of turn, jusse as they rose and sprungen?
Out of all jokes it did. Pipep! Icecold. Brr na brr, ny prr! Lieto galumphantes!
Stll cllng! Nmr! Peace, Paciﬁc! Do you happen to recollect whether Muna, that highlucky nackt, was shining at all?
Sure she was, my midday darling! And not one but a pair of pritty geallachers.
Quando? Quonda? Go datey!
Latearly! Latearly! Latearly! Latearly!
That was latterlig certainly. And was there frostwork about and thick weather and hice, soon calid, soon frozen, cold on warm but moistly dry, and a boatshaped blanket of bruma air- sighs and hellstohns and ﬂammballs and vodashouts and every- thing to please everybody?
Hail many fell of greats! Horey morey smother of fog! There was, so plays your ahrtides. Absolutely boiled. Obsoletely cowled. Julie and Lulie at their parkiest.
The amenities, the amenities of the amenities with all their amenities. And the ﬁrmness of the formous of the famous of the fumous of the ﬁrst fog in Maidanvale?
Catchecatche and couchamed!
From Miss Somer’s nice dream back to Winthrop’s delugium stramens. One expects that kind of rimey feeling in the sire season?
One certainly does. Desire, for hire, would tire a shire, phone, phunkel, or wire. And mares.
Of whitecaps any?
Foamﬂakes ﬂockfuyant from Foxrock to Finglas.
A lambskip for the marines! Paronama! The entire hori-
zon cloth! All eﬀects in their joints caused ways. Raindrum, windmachine, snowbox. But thundersheet?
No here. Under the blunkets.
This common or garden is now in stilller realithy the starey sphere of an oleotorium for broken pottery and ancient vegetables?
Simply awful the dirt. An evernasty ashtray.
I see. Now do you know the wellknown kikkinmidden where the illassorted ﬁrst couple ﬁrst met with each other? The place where Ealdermann Fanagan? The time when Junkermenn Funagin?
Deed then I do, W.K.
In Fingal too they met at Littlepeace aneath the bidetree, Yellowhouse of Snugsborough, Westreeve-Astagob and Sluts- end with Stockins of Winning’s Folly Merryfalls, all of a two, skidoo and skephumble?
Godamedy, you’re a delville of a tolkar!
Is it a place fairly exspoused to the four last winds?
Well, I faithly sincerely believe so indeed if all what I hope to charity is half true.
This stow on the wolds, is it Woful Dane Bottom?
It is woful in need whatever about anything or allselse under the grianblachk sun of gan greyne Eireann.
A tricolour ribbon that spells a caution. The old ﬂag, the cold ﬂag.
The ﬂagstone. By tombs, deep and heavy. To the unaveiling memory of. Peacer the grave.
And what sigeth Woodin Warneung thereof?
Trickspissers vill be pairsecluded.
There used to be a tree stuck up? An overlisting eshtree?
There used, sure enough. Beside the Annar. At the ford of
Slivenamond. Oakley Ashe’s elm. With a snoodrift from one beerchen
bough. And the grawndest crowndest consecrated may- pole in all
the reignladen history of Wilds. Browne’s
Thesaurus Plantarum from
Nolan’s, The Prittlewell Press, has nothing alike it. For we are
fed of its forest, clad in its wood, burqued by its
bark and our lecture is its leave. The cran, the cran the king of all crans. Squiremade and damesman of plantagenets, high and holy.
Now, no hiding your wren under a bushle! What was it doing there, for instance?
Standing foreninst us.
In Summerian sunshine?
And in Cimmerian shudders.
You saw it visibly from your hidingplace?
No. From my invisibly lyingplace.
And you then took down in stereo what took place being tunc committed?
 Solve it!
Remounting aliftle towards the ouragan of spaces. Just how
grand in cardinal rounders is this preeminent giant, sir Arber?
Your bard’s highview, avis on valley! I would like to hear you
burble to us in strict conclave, purpurando, and without too much
italiote interfairance, what you know
in petto about our sovereign
beingstalk, Tonans Tomazeus. O
dite!
Corcor Andy, Udi, Udite!
Your Ominence, Your Immi- nence and delicted fraternitrees!
There’s tuodore queensmaids and Idahore shopgirls and they woody
babies growing upon her and bird ﬂamingans sweenyswinging
fuglewards on the tipmast and Orania epples playing hopptociel
bommptaterre and Ty- burn fenians snoring in his quickenbole and
crossbones strewing its holy ﬂoor and culprines of Erasmus Smith’s
burstall boys with their underhand leadpencils climbing to her
crotch for the origin of spices and charlotte darlings with silk
blue askmes chattering in dissent to them, gibbonses and
gobbenses, guelﬁng and ghiberring proferring praydews to their
anatolies and blight- ing ﬁndblasts on their catastripes and the
killmaimthem pen- sioners chucking overthrown milestones up to her
to fall her cranberries and her pommes annettes for their
unnatural refection and handpainted hoydens plucking husbands of
him and cock robins muchmore hatching most out of his missado
eggdrazzles for him, the sun and moon pegging honeysuckle and
white
heather down and timtits tapping resin there and tomahawks watching tar elsewhere, creatures of the wold approaching him, hollow mid ivy, for to claw and rub, hermits of the desert barking their infernal shins over her triliteral roots and his acorns and pinecorns shooting wide all sides out of him, plantitude outsends of plenty to thousands, after the truants of the utmost- fear and her downslyder in that snakedst-tu-naughsy whimmering woman’t seeleib such a fashionaping sathinous dress out of that exquisitive creation and her leaves, my darling dearest, sinsin- sinning since the night of time and each and all of their branches meeting and shaking twisty hands all over again in their new world through the germination of its gemination from Ond’s outset till Odd’s end. And encircle him circuly. Evovae!
Is it so exaltated, eximious, extraoldandairy and excels- siorising?
Amengst menlike trees walking or trees like angels weep- ing nobirdy aviar soar anywing to eagle it! But rocked of agues, cliﬀed for aye!
Telleth that eke the treeth?
Mushe, mushe of a mixness.
A shrub of libertine, indeed! But that steyne of law indead what stiles its neming?
Tod, tod, too hard parted!
I’ve got that now, Dr Melamanessy. Finight mens mid- inﬁnite true. The form masculine. The gender feminine. I see. Now, are you derevatov of it yourself in any way? The true tree I mean? Let’s hear what science has to say, pundit-the- next-best-king. Splanck!
Upfellbowm.
It reminds of the weeping of the daughters?
And remounts to the sense arrest.
The wittold, the frausch and the dibble! How this loose- aﬀair brimsts of fussforus! And was this treemanangel on his soredbohmend because Knockout, the knickknaver, knacked him in the knechtschaft?
Well, he was ever himself for the presention of crudities to
animals for he had put his own nickelname on every toad, duck and herring before the climber clomb aloft, doing the midhill of the park, ﬂattering his bitter hoolft with her conconundrums. He would let us have the three barrels. Such was a bitte too thikke for the Muster of the hoose so as he called down on the Grand Precurser who coiled him a crawler of the dupest dye and thundered at him to ﬂatch down oﬀ that erection and be aslimed of himself for the bellance of hissch leif.
Oh Finlay’s coldpalled!
Ahday’s begatem!
Were you there, eh Hehr? Were you there when they lagged um through the coombe?
Wo wo! Who who! Psalmtimes it grauws on me to ramble, ramble, ramble.
Woe! Woe! So that was how he became the foerst of our treefellers?
Yesche and, in the absence of any soberiquiet, the fanest of our truefalluses. Bapsbaps Bomslinger!
How near do you feel to this capocapo promontory, sir?
There do be days of dry coldness between us when he does be like a lidging house far far astray and there do be nights of wet windwhistling when he does be making me onions woup all kinds of ways.
Now you are mehrer the murk, Lansdowne Road. She’s threwed her
pippin’s thereabouts and they’ve cropped up tooth oneydge with
hates to leaven this socried isle. Now, thornyborn, follow the
spotlight, please! Concerning a boy. Are you acquainted with a
pagany, vicariously known as Toucher ‘Thom’ who is. I suggest
Finoglam as his habitat. Consider yourself on the stand now and
watch your words, take my advice. Let your motto be:
Inter nubila numbum.
Never you mind about my mother or her hopitout. I con- sider if I did, I would feel frightfully ashamed of admired vice.
He is a man of around ﬁfty, struck on Anna Lynsha’s Pekoe with milk and whisky, who does messuages and has more dirt on him than an old dog has ﬂeas, kicking stones and knocking
snow oﬀ walls.
Is it that fellow? As mad as the brambles he is. Touch him. With the lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the swatme- notting on the basque of his beret. He has kissed me more than once, I am sorry to say and if I did commit gladrolleries may the loone forgive it! O wait till I tell you!
We are not going yet.
And look here! Here’s, my dear, what he done, as snooks as I am saying so!
 A strangely striking part of speech for the hottest worked word of ur sprogue. You’re not! Unhindered and odd times? Mere thumbshow? Lately?
How do I know? Such my billet. Buy a barrack pass. Ask the horneys. Tell the robbers.
You are alluding to the picking pockets in Lower O’Connell Street?
I am illuding to the Pekin packet but I am eluding from Laura Connor’s treat.
Now, just wash and brush up your memoirias a little bit. So I ﬁnd, referring to the pater of the present man, an erely de- mented brick thrower, I am wondering to myself in my mind, qua our arc of the covenant, was Toucher, a methodist, whose name, as others say, is not really ‘Thom’, was this salt son of a century from Boaterstown, Shivering William, the sealiest old for- ker ever hawked crannock, who is always with him at the Big Elm
and the Arch after his teeth were shaken out of their suckets by the wrang dog, for having 5 pints 73 of none Eryen blood in him abaft the seam level, the scatterling, wearing his cowbeamer and false clothes of a brewer’s grains pattern with back buckons with his motto on,
Yule Remember,ostensibly for that occasion only of the twelfth day Pax and Quantum wedding, I’m wondering.
I bet you are. Well, he was wandering, you bet, whatever was his matter, in his mind too, give him his due, for I am sorry to have to tell you, hullo and evoe, they were coming down from oﬀ him.
How culious an epiphany!
Hodie casus
esobhrakonton?
It looked very like it.
Needer knows necess and neither garments. Man is minded of the Meagher, wat? Wooly? Walty?
Ay, another good button gone wrong.
Blondman’s blaﬀ! Like a skib leaked lintel the arbour leidend with . . .?
Pamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants, quaint- aquilties, quickamerries.
Concaving now convexly to the semidemihemispheres and, from the
female angle, music minnestirring, were the subligate sisters, P.
and Q., Clopatrick’s cherierapest,
mutatis mutandis, in pretty
much the same pickle, the peach of all piedom, the quest of all
quicks?
Peequeen ourselves, the prettiest pickles of unmatchemable mute antes I ever bopeeped at, seesaw shallshee, since the town go went gonning on Pranksome Quaine.
Silks apeel and sulks alusty?
Boy and giddle, gape and bore.
I hear these two goddesses are liable to sue him?
Well, I hope the two Collinses don’t leg a bail to shoot him.
Both were white in black arpists at cloever spilling, knickt?
Gels bach, I, languised, liszted. Etoudies for the right hand.
Were they now? And were they watching you as watcher as well?
Where do you get that wash? This representation does not accord with my experience. They were watching the watched watching. Vechers all.
Good. Hold that watching brief and keep this witching longuer. Now, retouching friend Tomsky, the enemy, did you gather much from what he let drop? We are sitting here for that.
I was rooshian mad, no lie. About his shapeless hat.
I suspect you must have been.
You are making your thunderous mistake. But I was dung sorry for him too.
O Schaum! Not really? Were you sorry you were mad with him then?
When I tell you I was rooshiamarodnimad with myself altogether, so I was, for being sorry for him.
So?
Absolutely.
Would you blame him at all stages?
I believe in many an old stager. But what seemed sooth to a Greek summed nooth to a giantle. Who kills the cat in Cairo coaxes cocks in Gaul.
I put it to you that this was solely in his sunﬂower state and that his haliodraping het was why maids all sighed for him, ventured and vied for him. Hm?
After Putawayo, Kansas, Liburnum and New Aimstir- dames, it wouldn’t surprise me in the very least.
That tare and this mole, your tear and our smile.  Lid efter lid. Reform in mine size his deformation.
He could claud boose his eyes to the birth of his garce, he could lump all his lot through the half of her play, but he jest couldn’t laugh through the whole of her farce becorpse he warn’t billed that way.  Cleaned.
Booms of bombs and heavy rethudders?
This aim to you!
The tail, so mastrodantic, as you tell it nearly takes your own mummouth’s breath away. Your troppers are so unrelieved because his troopers were in diﬃculties. Still let stultitiam done in veino condone ineptias made of veritues. How many were married on that top of all strapping mornings, after the midnight turkay drive, my good watcher?
Puppaps. That’d be telling. With a hoh frohim and heh fraher. But, as regards to Tammy Thornycraft, Idefyne the lawn mare and the laney moweress and all the prentisses of wildes to massage him.