-
Chest Cee! 'Sdense!
Corpo di
barragio! you spoof of visibility
- in a freakfog, of
mixed sex cases among goats, hill cat and plain
- mousey, Bigamy Bob and his old
Shanvocht! The Blackfriars
- treacle plaster
outrage be liddled! Therewith
was released in that
- kingsrick of
Humidia a poisoning volume of cloud barrage indeed.
- Yet all they who heard or redelivered are now with that family
- of bards and Vergobretas
himself and the crowd of Caraculacticors
- as much no more as be they not yet now or had they
then not-
- ever been. Canbe in some future we shall presently
here amid
- those
zouave
players of Inkermann the mime mumming
the mick
- and his nick miming their maggies,
Hilton St Just (Mr Frank
- Smith), Ivanne
Ste Austelle (Mr J. F. Jones),
Coleman of Lucan
- taking four parts, a choir of the O'Daley
O'Doyles
doublesixing
- the chorus in Fenn Mac Call and the Seven Feeries of
Loch Neach,
- Galloper
Troppler and Hurleyquinn the zitherer of the past with his
- merrymen all,
zimzim, zimzim. Of the persins sin this
Eyrawyg-
- gla saga (which,
thorough readable to int from and, is from tubb
- to buttom all falsetissues,
antilibellous and nonactionable and this
- applies to its whole wholume)
of poor Osti-Frosti, described as
- quite a musical genius in a small way and the
owner of an
- exceedingly niced
ear, with tenorist voice to match, not alone,
- but a very major poet of the poorly meritary order
(he began
- Tuonisonian
but worked his passage up as far as the
we-all-
- hang-together Animandovites)
no one end is known. If they
- whistled
him
before he had curtains up they are whistling him
still after his curtain's doom's doom.
Ei fщ. His husband, poor old
A'Hara (Okaroff?) crestfallen by things and
down at heels at the
time, they squeak, accepted the (Zassnoch!) ardree's
shilling
at
the conclusion of the Crimean war and, having flown his
wild
geese, alohned in crowds to warnder on like Shuley
Luney,
enlisted in Tyrone's
horse, the Irish whites, and soldiered a bit
with Wolsey under the assumed name of
Blanco Fusilovna
Buck-
lovitch (spurious) after which the cawer and the marble halls
of Pump Court Columbarium, the home of the old
seakings,
looked upon each other and queth their haven evermore for it
transpires that on the other side of the water it
came about that on
the field of Vasileff's Cornix inauspiciously with his unit he
perished, saying, this papal
leafless to
old chap
give, rawl chaw-
clates for mouther-in-louth.
Booil. Poor old dear Paul Horan,
to satisfy his literary as well as his criminal aspirations,
at the
suggestion thrown out by the doomster in loquacity
lunacy, so
says the Dublin Intelligence, was thrown into a
Ridley's for
inmates in the northern counties. Under the name of
Orani he
may have been the utility man of the troupe capable of sustain-
ing long parts at short notice. He was. Sordid Sam, a dour decent
deblancer, the unwashed,
haunted always by his ham, the unwished,
at a word from Israfel the Summoner, passed away
painlessly
after life's upsomdowns one hallowe'en night,
ebbrous and in
the state of nature, propelled from Behind into the
great Beyond
by footblows coulinclouted upon his
oyster
and atlas on behanged
and behooved and behicked and behulked of his last
fishandblood
bedscrappers, a Northwegian and his mate of the Sheawolving
class. Though the last straw
glimt his baring this stage thunkhard
is said (the pitfallen gagged
him as 'Promptboxer') to have
solemnly said — as had the brief thot
but fell in till his head like
a bass dropt neck fust in till a bung crate (cogged!): Me
drames,
O'Loughlins,
has come through! Now let the centuple celves of
my egourge as
Micholas de Cusack calls them, — of
all of whose
I in my hereinafter of course by recourse demission
me — by
the coincidance of their contraries reamalgamerge in
that indentity
- of undiscernibles
where the Baxters and the
Fleshmans may
they cease to bidivil uns and (but at this
poingt though the iron
thrust of his cockspurt start might have prepared us
we are well-
nigh stinkpotthered by the mustardpunge in the tailend)
this
outandin brown candlestock
melt Nolan's into peese!
Han var.
Disliken as he was to druriodrama, her wife Langley,
the prophet,
and the decentest dozendest short of a frusker whoever
stuck his
spickle through his spoke,
disappeared, (in which toodooing he
has taken all the French leaves unveilable out of
Calomne-
quiller's Pravities) from the sourface of this earth, that austral
plain he had transmaried himself to, so entirely spoorlessly (the
mother of the book with a dustwhisk
tabularasing his obliteration
done upon her involucrum) as to tickle the speculative
to all but
opine (since the Levey
who might have been Langley may have
really been a redivivus of paganinism or a volunteer
Vousden)
that the hobo (who possessed a large amount of the humoresque)
had transtuled his funster's
latitat to its finsterest interrimost.
Bhi
she. Again, if Father San
Browne, tea and toaster
to that quaint-
esttest of yarnspinners is
Padre Don Bruno, treu and troster to
the queen of Iar-Spain, was the reverend, the sodality
director,
that eupeptic viceflayer,
a barefaced carmelite,
to
whose palpi-
tating pulpit (which of us but remembers the rarevalent and
hornerable
Fratomistor
Nawlanmore and Brawne.)
sinning society
sirens (see the [Roman Catholic] presspassim)
fortunately became
so enthusiastically attached and was an objectionable
ass who very
occasionally cockaded a raffles
ticket on his hat which he wore all
to one side like the hangle of his pan (if Her Elegance
saw him
she'd have the canary!) and was semiprivately convicted
of mal-
practices with his hotwashed tableknife (glossing over the cark
in his pocket) that same snob of the dunhill, fully several year-
schaums riper, encountered by the General on that
redletter
morning or maynoon jovesday and were they?
Fuitfuit.
When Phishlin Phil wants
throws his lip 'tis pholly to be fortune
flonting and whoever's gone to mix Hotel by the salt
say
water
there's nix to nothing we can do for he's
never again to sea. It
is nebuless an autodidact
fact of the commonest that the shape of
- the average human cloudyphiz, whereas sallow has long daze
faded, frequently altered its ego with the possing of the showers
(Not original!). Whence it is a slopperish matter, given the wet
and low visibility (since in this scherzarade of
one's thousand one
nightinesses that sword of certainty which would indentifide the
body never falls) to idendifine the individuone in
scratch wig,
squarecuts, stock lavaleer, regattable oxeter,
baggy pants and
shufflers (he is often
alluded to as
Slypatrick, the llad in the llane)
with already an incipience (lust!) in the direction
of area baldness
(one is continually firstmeeting with odd sorts of others at all
sorts of ages!) who was asked by free boardschool shirkers in
drenched coats overawall,
Will, Conn and Otto, to tell them
overagait,
Vol, Pov and Dev, that fishabed
ghoatstory
of the
haardly creditable edventyres
of the Haberdasher, the two Cur-
chies and the three Enkelchums in their Bearskin
ghoats! Girles
and jongers, but he has changed alok syne
Thorkill's time!
Ya, da,
tra, gathery, pimp, shesses, shossafat, okodeboko, nine! Those
many warts, those slummy
patches, halfsinster wrinkles, (what
has come over the face on wholebroader E?), and (shrine
of
Mount Mu save us!) the large fungopark he has grown!
Drink!
Sport's a common thing. It was the
Lord's own day for damp
(to wait for a postponed regatta's eventualising
is not of Battlecock
Shettledore - Juxta - Mare only) and the request for a
fully
armed explanation was put (in Loo
of Pat) to the porty (a native
of the sisterisle — Meathman or Meccan? — by his brogue,
ex-
race eyes, lokil calour and lucal odour which are said to have
been average clownturkish (though the
capelist's
voiced nasal
liquids and the way he sneezed
at zees haul us back to the
craogs
and bryns of the Silurian
Ordovices) who, the lesser pilgrimage
accomplished, had made, pats' and pigs' older
inselt, the south-
east bluffs of the stranger stepshore, a regifugium
persecutorum,
hence hindquarters) as he paused at evenchime for some or so
minutes (hit the pipe
dannyboy!
Time to won, barmon.
I'll take
ten to win.) amid the devil's one duldrum (Apple by her blossom
window and Charlotte at her toss panomancy his sole
admirers,
his only tearts
in store)
for a fragrend culubosh
during his week-
- end pastime of
executing with Anny Oakley deadliness (the con-
summatory pairs of provocatives, of which remained
provokingly
but two, the ones he fell for, Lili and Tutu, cork
em!) empties
which had not very long before contained Reid's family
(you ruad
that before, soaky, but all the bottles in sodemd histry
will not
soften your bloodathirst!) stout. Having reprimed
his repeater
and resiteroomed his timespiece
His Revenances, with still a life
or two to spare for the space of his occupancy of a
world at a time,
rose to his feet and there, far from Tolkaheim, in a quiet English
garden (commonplace!), since known as Whiddington
Wild, his
simple intensive curolent
vocality, my
dearbraithers,
my most
dearbrathairs, as he, so is a supper as is a sipper, spake of the
One and told of the Compassionate, called up before the triad
of
precoxious scaremakers
(scoretaking: Spegulo ne helpas al mal-
bellulo, Mi Kredas ke vi estas prava, Via dote la vizago rispondas
fraulino) the now to ushere mythical habiliments of
Our Farfar
and Arthor of our doyne.
Television kills telephony in brothers' broil.
Our eyes de-
mand their turn. Let them be seen! And wolfbone balefires
blaze
the trailmost if only that Mary Nothing may burst her bibby
buckshee. When they set fire then she's got to glow so
we may
stand some chances of warming to what every
soorkabatcha,
tum or hum, would like to know. The first Humphrey's latitu-
dinous baver with puggaree
behind, (calaboose
belong bigboss
belong Kang the Toll) his fourinhand bow, his elbaroom surtout,
the refaced unmansionables
of gingerine hue, the state
slate
umbrella, his gruff
woolselywellesly
with the finndrinn knopfs
and the gauntlet upon the hand which in an hour not
for him
solely evil had struck down the might he mighthavebeen d'Est-
erre of whom his nation seemed almost already to be about to
have need. Then, stealing his thunder,
but in the befitting le-
gomena of the smaller country, (probable words, possibly said, of
field family gleaming) a bit duskish and flavoured
with a smile,
seein as ow his thoughts consisted chiefly of the cheerio,
he aptly
sketched for our soontobe second parents
(sukand see whybe!)
the touching seene. The solence
of that stilling! Here one might
- a fin fell. Boomster
rombombonant! It scenes like a landescape
from Wildu Picturescu or some seem on some dimb Arras, dumb
as Mum's mutyness, this mimage
of the seventyseventh kusin of
kristansen is odable to os
across the wineless Ere
no oedor nor
mere eerie nor liss
potent of suggestion than in the tales of the
tingmount. (Prigged!)
And there oftafter, jauntyjogging, on
an Irish visavis, instea-
dily with shoulder to shoulder Jehu will tell to
Christianier, saint
to sage, the humphriad of that fall and rise while daisy winks at
her pinker sister among the tussocks and the
copoll
between the
shafts mocks the couple on the car. And as your who may
look
like how on the owther side of his big belttry your tyrs
and cloes
your noes and paradigm
maymay rererise in eren. Follow we up
his whip vindicative. Thurston's! Lo bebold! La arboro, lo
petrusu. The augustan
peacebetothem oaks, the monolith rising
stark from the moonlit
pinebarren. In all fortitudinous ajaxious
rowdinoisy tenuacity.
The angelus hour with ditchers
bent upon
their farm usetensiles, the soft belling of the fallow deers
(doereh-
moose genuane!) advertising their milky approach as
midnight
was striking the hours (letate!),
and how brightly the great tri-
bune outed the sharkskin
smokewallet (imitation!) from his
frock, kippers, and by Joshua, he tips un a topping swank
cheroot, none of your swellish
soide, quoit the reverse, and how
manfally he says, pluk to pluk and
lekan for
lukan, he
was to just
pluggy well suck that
brown boyo, my son, and spend a whole
half hour in Havana. Sorer of the
kreeksmen, would not
thore be
old high gothsprogue! Wherefore he met Master, he mean to say,
he do, sire, bester of redpublicans, at Eagle Cock
Hostel on
Lorenzo Tooley street and how he wished his Honour the ban-
nocks of Gort and Morya and Bri Head and Puddyrick,
yore
Loudship, and a starchboxsitting in the pit of
his St Tomach's,
— a strange wish for you, my friend, and it would poleaxe your
sonson's grandson utterly though your own old sweatandswear
floruerunts heaved it hoch many as the times, when they
were
turrified by the hitz.
Chee chee cheers for
Upkingbilly and crow cru cramwells
- Downaboo! Hup, boys,
and hat him! See! Oilbeam
they're lost
we've fount rerembrandtsers, their hours to date link these heirs
to here but wowhere are those yours of Yestersdays? Farseeinge-
therich and Poolaulwoman Charachthercuss and his Ann van
Vogt. D.e.e.d! Edned, ended or sleeping soundlessly? Favour
with your tongues! Intendite!
Any dog's life you list you may still hear them
at
it, like sixes
and seventies as eversure as Halley's comet, ulemamen, sobran-
jewomen, storthingboys and dumagirls,
as they pass its bleak and
bronze portal of your
Casaconcordia:
Huru more Nee, minny
frickans? Hwoorledes har Dee det? Losdoor onleft mladies, cue.
Millecientotrigintadue
scudi. Tippoty, kyrie,
tippoty. Cha kai
rotty kai makkar,
sahib? Despenseme Usted,
senhor, en son suc-
co, sabez. O thaw bron orm, A'Cothraige, thinkinthou
gaily?
Lick-Pa-flai-hai-pa-Pa-li-si-lang-lang.
Epi
alo, ecou, Batiste, tu-
vavnr dans Lptit boing going. Ismeme de bumbac
e meias de
por-
tocallie. O.O. Os pipos
mios es
demasiada gruarso
por O
pic-
colo pocchino. Wee fee? Ung
duro. Kocshis, szabad? Mercy, and
you? Gomagh,
thak.
And, Cod, says he with mugger's
tears: Would you care to
know the prise of a liard? Maggis, nick your nightynovel! Mass
Tavener's
at the
mike again! And that bag belly is the buck
to goat it!
Meggeg, m'gay
chapjappy fellow, I call our univalse
to witness, as sicker as moyliffey eggs is known by our
good
househalters from yorehunderts
of mamooth to be which they
commercially are in ahoy high British quarters
(conventional!)
my guesthouse and cowhaendel
credits will immediately stand
ohoh open as straight as that neighbouring monument's fabrica-
tion before the hygienic gllll (this was where the
reverent sab-
both and bottlebreaker with firbalk
forthstretched touched
upon
his tricoloured boater, which he uplifted by its pickledhoopy
(he
gave Stetson one and a penny for it) whileas oleaginosity
of an-
cestralolosis sgocciolated down the both pendencies of
his mut-
sohito liptails (Sencapetulo, a more modestuous conciliabulite
never curled a torn pocketmouth), cordially inwiting the
adul-
lescence who he was wising up to do
in like manner what all did
- so as he was able to add) lobe before the Great Schoolmaster's.
(I tell you no story.) Smile!
The house of Atreox is
fallen indeedust (Ilyam, Ilyum!
Mae-
romor Mournomates !) averging on blight like the mundibanks
of
Fennyana, but
deeds bounds going arise again. Life, he
himself
said once, (his biografiend, in fact, kills him
verysoon, if yet not,
after) is a wake, livit or krikit, and on the bunk of our bread-
winning lies the cropse of our seedfather, a phrase which the
establisher of the world by law might pretinately
write across
the chestfront of all manorwombanborn. The scene, refreshed,
reroused, was never to be forgotten, the hen and crusader ever-
intermutuomergent, for later in the century one of that puisne
band of factferreters, (then an excivily (out of the custom huts)
(retired), (hurt), under the sixtyfives act) in a dressy
black modern
style and wewere shiny tan burlingtons, (tam,
homd
and dicky,
quopriquos and
peajagd)
rehearsed it, pippa
pointing, with a
dignified (copied) bow to a namecousin of the late archdeacon
F. X. Preserved Coppinger (a hot fellow
in his night, may
the
mouther of guard have mastic on him!) in a pullwoman
of our
first transhibernian with one still sadder
circumstance which is a
dirkandurk heartskewerer if ever to bring bouncing brimmers
from marbled eyes. Cycloptically
through the windowdisks and
with eddying awes the
round eyes of the rundreisers, back to back,
buck to bucker, on their
airish chaunting car, beheld with in-
touristing anterestedness the clad pursue the bare, the bare the
green, the green the frore, the frore the cladagain, as
their convoy
wheeled encirculingly abound the gigantig's
lifetree, our fire-
leaved loverlucky blomsterbohm, phoenix in our woodlessness,
haughty, cacuminal, erubescent
(repetition!) whose roots they be
asches with lustres of peins.
For as often as the Archicadenus,
pleacing aside his Irish Field and craving their
auriculars to re-
cepticle particulars before they got the bump at
Castlebar (mat
and far!) spoke of it by request all, hearing in this
new reading
of the part whereby, because of
Dyas in his machina, the new
garrickson's grimacing grimaldism hypostasised
by substintua-
tion the axiomatic orerotundity of that once grand old
elrington
- bawl, the copycus's
description of that fellowcommuter's play
upon countenants, could simply imagine themselves
in their bo-
som's inmost core, as pro tem locums, timesported
acorss the yawn-
ing (abyss), as once they were seasiders, listening to
the cockshy-
shooter's evensong evocation
of the doomed but always ventri-
loquent Agitator, (nonot more plangorpound the billows o'er
Thounawahallya Reef!)
silkhouatted,
a whallrhosmightiadd, a-
ginsst the dusk of skumring, (would that fane be Saint Muezzin's
calling — holy places! — and this fez brimless as brow of
faithful
toucher of the ground, did wish it were — blessed be the bones!
— the ghazi, power of his sword.) his manslayer's gunwielder
protended towards that overgrown
leadpencil which was soon,
monumentally at least, to rise as Molyvdokondylon
to, to be, to
be his mausoleum (O'dan stod
tillsteyne at meisies
aye skould
show pon) while olover his exculpatory features, as Roland
rung,
a wee dropeen of grief about to sillonise his
jouejous, the ghost
of resignation diffused
a spectral appealingness,
as a young man's
drown o'er the fate of his waters may gloat, similar in
origin and
akkurat in effective
to a beam of sunshine upon a coffin plate.
Not olderwise Inn the days of the
Bygning would our Travel-
ler remote, unfriended, from
van Demon's Land, some lazy
skald or maundering
pote, lift wearywilly
his slowcut snobsic
eyes to the semisigns of his
zooteac and lengthily
lingering along
flaskneck, cracket
cup, downtrodden brogue,
turfsod, wild-
broom, cabbageblad, stockfisch, longingly
learn that there at the
Angel were herberged for him poteen and tea and praties
and
baccy and wine width
woman wordth warbling: and informally
quasi-begin to
presquesm'ile to queasithin' (Nonsense! There
was not very much windy Nous
blowing at the given moment
through the hat of Mr Melancholy Slow!)
But in the pragma what
formal cause made a smile of that to-
think? Who was he to whom? (O'Breen's not his name nor the
brown one his maid.) Whose are the placewheres? Kiwasti, kis-
ker, kither, kitnabudja? Tal the tem
of the tumulum. Giv the
gav
of the grube. Be it
cudgelplayers' country,
orfishfellows' town or
leeklickers' land or
panbpanungopovengreskey. What regnans
- raised the rains have levelled
but we hear the pointers and can
gauge their compass
for the melos yields the
mode and the mode
the manners plicyman, plansiman, plousiman, plab.
Tsin
tsin tsin
tsin! The forefarther folkers for a prize of
two
peaches with
Ming, Ching and Shunny on
the lie low lea.
We'll sit down on
the hope of the ghouly ghost for the titheman troubleth but his
hantitat hies not here.
They answer from their Zoans; Hear the
four of them! Hark torroar of them! I, says Armagh, and
a'm
proud o'it. I, says Clonakilty, God help us! I, says Deansgrange,
and say nothing. I, says Barna, and whatabout it? Hee haw!
Be-
fore he fell hill he filled heaven: a stream, alplapping streamlet,
coyly coiled um, cool of her
curls: We were but thermites then,
wee, wee. Our antheap
we sensed as a Hill of Allen, the Barrow
for an People, one Jotnursfjaell: and it was a grummelung
amung
the porktroop that wonderstruck us as a thunder, yunder.
Thus the unfacts, did we possess
them, are too imprecisely
few to warrant our certitude, the evidencegivers by legpoll
too
untrustworthily irreperible where his adjugers
are semmingly
freak threes but his judicandees plainly minus
twos. Neverthe-
less Madam's Toshowus waxes largely more lifeliked (entrance,
one kudos; exits, free) and our
notional
gullery is now com-
pletely complacent, an exegious monument, aerily perennious.
Oblige with your blackthorns;
gamps, degrace! And there many
have paused before that exposure of him by old Tom Quad, a
flashback in which he sits sated, gowndabout, in
clericalease ha-
bit, watching bland sol slithe
dodgsomely into the nethermore,
a globule of maugdleness
about to corrugitate his mild dewed
cheek and the tata of a tiny victorienne,
Alys, pressed by his
limper looser.
Yet certes one is. Eher the following winter had overed the
pages of nature's book and till Ceadurbar-atta-Cleath became
Dablena Tertia, the shadow of the huge outlander,
maladik,
mult-
vult, magnoperous, had bulked
at the bar of a rota of tribunals in
manor hall as in
thieves'
kitchen, mid pillow talk and chithouse
chat, on Marlborough Green as through
Molesworth Fields, here
sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice,
there acquitted con-
- testimony with
benefit of clergy. His Thing Mod have undone
him: and his madthing has done him man. His beneficiaries
are
legion in the
part he created: they number up his years. Greatwheel
Dunlop was the name was on him: behung, all we are his
bisaacles.
As hollyday in his house so was he priest and king to that: ulvy
came, envy saw, ivy conquered. Lou! Lou! They have waved
his
green boughs o'er him as they have torn him
limb from lamb.
For his muertification and uxpiration and dumnation
and annu-
hulation. With schreis and
grida, deprofound souspirs.
Steady,
sullivans! Mannequins pause!
Longtong's breach is fallen down
but Graunya's spreed's abroad.
Ahdostay, feedailyones, and feel
the Flucher's bawls for the total of your flouts is not fit to fan his
fettle, O! Have a ring and sing wohl! Chin, chin! Chin,
chin!
And of course all chimed din
width the eatmost boviality.
Swip-
ing rums and beaunes and sherries
and ciders and negus and
cit-
ronnades too. The strongers. Oho, oho, Mester
Begge, you're
about to be bagged in the bog again. Bugge. But softsies
seuf-
sighed: Eheu, for gassies! But, lo! lo! by the threnning
gods,
human, erring and condonable,
what the statues of our kuo, who
is the messchef be our kuang,
ashu ashure there, the unforgettable
treeshade looms up behind the jostling judgements of those, as
all should owe, malrecapturable days.
Tap and pat and tapatagain, (fire
firstshot, Missiers the Refusel-
eers! Peingpeong! For saxonlootie!) three tommix,
soldiers free,
cockaleak and
cappapee,
of the Coldstream. Guards were walking,
in (pardonnez-leur, je vous en prie, eh?) Montgomery
Street. One
voiced an opinion in which on either wide (pardonnez!),
nod-
ding, all the Finner Camps
concurred (je vous en prie, eh?). It
was the first woman, they said, souped him, that fatal wellesday,
Lili Coninghams, by suggesting him they go in a field. Wroth
mod eldfar, ruth redd
stilstand, wrath wrackt wroth, confessed
private Pat Marchison retro.
(Terse!) Thus contenters
with san-
toys play. One of our coming Vauxhall ontheboards who is
resting for the moment (she has been callit by a noted stagey ele-
cutioner a wastepacket Sittons) was
interfeud in a
waistend
pewty
parlour. Looking perhaps even more pewtyflushed in her
cherry-
- derry padouasoys, girdle and braces by the
halfmoon and Seven
Stars, russets from the Blackamoor's Head, amongst
the climbing
boys at his Eagle and Child and over the corn and hay emptors
at their Black and All Black, Mrs
F . . . A . . .
saidaside,
half in
stage of whisper to her confidante glass, while recoopering her
cartwheel chapot
(ahat! — and we now know what thimbles
a
baquets on lallance a talls mean), she hoped Sid Arthar
would
git a Chrissman's portrout
of orange and lemonsized orchids with
hollegs and ether, from the feeatre of the Innocident,
as the
worryld had been uncained. Then, while it is odrous comparison-
ing to the sprangflowers of his burstday which was a virid-
able goddinpotty for the reinworms and the
charlattinas and all
branches of climatitis, it has been such a wanderful noyth
untirely,
added she, with many regards to Maha's pranjapansies.
(Tart!)
Prehistoric, obitered to his dictaphone an entychologist:
his pro-
penomen is a properismenon. A dustman nocknamed Seven-
churches in the employ of Messrs
Achburn, Soulpetre and
Ashreborn, prairmakers, Glintalook, was asked by the
sisterhood
the vexed question during his midday collation of leaver and
buckrom alternatively with stenk
and kitteney phie in a hash-
housh and, thankeaven, responsed impulsively: We have just been
propogandering his nullity
suit and what they took out of his ear
among my own crush. All our fellows at O'Dea's sages with
Aratar Calaman he is a cemented brick, buck it all! A more
nor
usually sober cardriver, who was jauntingly hosing his runabout,
Ginger Jane,
took a strong view. Lorry hosed her as he talked
and this is what he told rewritemen: Irewaker is
just a plain pink
joint reformee in
private life but folks all have it by brehemons
laws he has parliamentary honours. Eiskaffier said (Louigi's, you
know that man's, brillant Savourain): Mon foie, you wish to
ave
some homelette, yes, lady! Good, mein leber! Your hegg he must
break himself. See, I crack, so, he sit in the poele,
umbedimbt!
A perspirer (over sixty) who was
keeping up his tennises panted
he kne ho har twa to clect infamatios but a diffpair
flannels climb
wall and trespassing on doorbell. After fullblown
Braddon hear
this fresky troterella! A railways
barmaid's view (they
call her
- Spilltears Rue) was
thus expressed: to sympathisers of the Dole
Line, Death Avenue, anent those objects of her
pity-prompted
ministrance,
to wet,
man and his syphon.
Ehim! It is ever too
late to whissle when Phyllis floods her stable. It
would be skar-
lot shame to jailahim in lockup, as was proposed to
him by the
Seddoms creature what matter what merrytricks
went off
with
his revulverher in connections with ehim being a norphan and
enjoining such wicked illth,
ehim! Well done, Drumcollakill!
Kitty Tyrrel is proud of you, was the reply of a
B.O.T.
official
(O blame gnot the board!) while the Daughters
Benkletter mur-
mured in uniswoon:
Golforgilhisjurylegs!
Brian Lynsky, the cub
curser, was questioned at his
shouting box,
Bawlonabraggat, and
gave a snappy
comeback, when saying: Paw!
Once more I'll
hellbowl! I am for caveman chase and sahara sex, burk
you! Them
two bitches ought to be leashed, canem! Up hog and hoar hunt!
Paw! A wouldbe martyr, who is attending on sanit Asitas
where
he is being taught to wear bracelets, when grilled on the point,
revealed the undoubted fact that the consequence would be that
so long as Sankya Moondy played his
mango tricks under the
mysttetry, with shady
apsaras sheltering in his leaves' licence and
his shadowers torrifried
by the potent bolts of indradiction,
there
would be fights all over Cuxhaven. (Tosh!) Missioner Ida
Womb-
well, the seventeenyearold revivalist, said
concerning the coinci-
dent of interfizzing with grenadines and other respectable and
disgusted peersons using the park: That perpendicular person is
a brut! But a magnificent brut! 'Caligula' (Mr Danl
Magrath,
bookmaker, wellknown to Eastrailian poorusers
of the Sydney
Parade Ballotin) was, as usual, antipodal with his:
striving todie,
hopening tomellow, Ware Splash.
Cobbler. We have meat two
hourly, sang out El Caplan Buycout, with the famous padre's
turridur's capecast, meet too ourly, matadear! Dan
Meiklejohn,
precentor, of S.S.
Smack and Olley's was probiverbal with his
upsiduxit:
mutatus mutandus. Dauran's lord ('Sniffpox') and
Moir-
gan's lady ('Flatterfun') took sides and crossed
and bowed to
each other's views and recrossed themselves. The dirty dubs
upin
their flies, went too free, echoed the dainly drabs downin their
- scenities, una mona. Sylvia
Silence, the girl detective (Meminerva,
but by now one hears turtlings all over
Doveland!)
when supplied
with informations as to the several facets of the case in
her cozy-
dozy bachelure's flat,
quite overlooking John a'Dream's mews,
leaned back in her really truly easy chair to query restfully through
her vowelthreaded syllabelles:
Have you evew thought, wepow-
tew, that sheew gweatness was his twadgedy? Nevewtheless ac-
cowding to my considewed attitudes fow this act he
should pay
the full penalty, pending puwsuance, as pew
Subsec. 32, section
II, of the C. L. A. act 1885, anything in this act to the contwawy
notwithstanding. Jarley
Jilke began to silke for he couldn't get
home to Jelsey but ended with: He's got the sack
that helped him
moult instench of his gladsome rags. Meagher, a naval rating,
seated on one of the granite cromlech setts of our new fish-
shambles for the usual aireating after the ever popular act, with
whom were Questa and Puella, piquante and
quoite,
(this had a
cold in her brain while that felt a sink in
her summock, wit's
wat, wot's wet) was encouraged, although
nearvanashed
himself,
by one of his co-affianced to get your breath, Walt, and gobbit
and when ther chidden
by her fastra sastra to
saddle up your
pance, Naville, thus
cor replied to her other's
thankskissing: I
lay my two fingerbuttons, fiancee
Meagher, (he speaks!) he was
to blame about your two velvetthighs up Horniman's Hill — as
hook and eye blame him or any other
piscman? — but I also
think, Puellywally, by the siege of his trousers there was some-
one else behind it — you
bet your boughtem blarneys — about
their three drummers down Keysars
Lane. (Trite!).
Be these meer
marchant taylor's fablings
of a race referend
with oddman rex? Is now
all seenheard then forgotten? Can it
was, one is fain in this leaden
age of letters now to wit, that so
diversified outrages
(they have still to come!) were planned and
partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter
if it be true
than any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow,
beyessed to and denayed of, are given to us by some who use
the truth but sparingly and we, on this side ought to sorrow for
their pricking pens on that account. The
seventh city,
Urovivla,
- his citadear of
refuge, whither (would we believe the laimen and
their counts), beyond the outraved
gales of Atreeatic,
changing
clues with a baggermalster,
the hejirite had fled,
silentioussue-
meant under night's altosonority,
shipalone, a raven of the wave,
(be mercy, Mara! A he whence Rahoulas!) from the
ostmen's
dirtby on the old vic, to forget in expiating manslaughter
and,
reberthing in remarriment out of dead seekness to devine
previ-
dence, (if you are looking for the bilder deep your ear on the
movietone!) to league
his lot, palm and patte,
with a papishee.
For mine qvinne I thee
giftake and bind my hosenband I
thee
halter. The wastobe
land, a lottuse land, a luctuous land,
Emerald-
illuim, the peasant pastured, in which by the
fourth commandment
with promise his days apostolic were to be long by
the abundant
mercy of Him Which Thundereth From On High, murmured,
would rise against him with all which in them
were, franchisab-
les and inhabitands, astea
as agora, helotsphilots,
do him hurt,
poor jink, ghostly following bodily, as were he made a
curse for
them, the corruptible lay quick, all saints of incorruption
of an
holy nation, the common or ere-in-garden castaway, in red re-
surrection to condemn so they might convince him,
first pha-
roah, Humpheres Cheops Exarchas, of their
proper sins.
Busi-
ness bred to speak with
a stiff upper lip to all men and most occa-
sions the Man we wot of took little
short of fighting chances but
for all that he or his or his care were subjected to the horrors of
the premier terror of Errorland. (perorhaps!)
We seem to us (the real Us !) to be reading our Amenti in the
sixth sealed chapter of the going forth by black. It was after the
show at Wednesbury that one tall man, humping a suspicious
parcel, when returning late amid a dense
particular
on his home
way from the second house of the Boore and Burgess
Christy
Menestrels by the old spot, Roy's Corner, had a
barkiss revolver
placed to his faced with the words: you're shot, major: by an un-
knowable assailant (masked) against whom he had been
jealous
over, Lotta Crabtree
or Pomona Evlyn. More than that Whenn
the Waylayer (not a Lucalizod diocesan or even of the Glenda-
lough see, but hailing fro' the prow of
Little Britain), mention-
- ing in a
bytheway
that he, the crawsopper,
had, in edition to
Reade's cutless centiblade, a loaded
Hobson's
which left only twin
alternatives as, viceversa, either he would surely shoot her, the
aunt, by pistol, (she could be okaysure of that!) or, failing of such,
bash in Patch's blank
face beyond recognition, pointedly asked
with gaeilish gall wodkar
blizzard's business Thornton had with
that Kane's fender only to be answered by the aggravated
assaulted that that that was the snaps for him, Midweeks,
to sultry
well go and find out if he was showery well able. But
how trans-
paringly nontrue, gentlewriter! His feet one is not a tall man, not
at all, man. No such parson. No such fender. No such lumber. No
such race. Was it supposedly in connection with a girls, Myramy
Huey or Colores Archer, under Flaggy Bridge (for ann
there is
but one liv and hir newbridge is her old) or to explode his
twelvechamber and force a shrievalty entrance that the heavybuilt
Abelbody in a
butcherblue blouse from One Life One
Suit (a
men's wear store), with a most decisive bottle of single in his
possession, seized after dark by the town guard at Haveyou-
caught-emerod's temperance
gateway was there in a gate's way.
Fifthly, how parasoliloquisingly
truetoned on his first time of
hearing the wretch's statement that, muttering Irish, he
had had
had o'gloriously a'lot too much hanguest or hoshoe fine to
drink in the House of Blazes,
the Parrot in Hell,
the
Orange Tree,
the Glibt, the Sun, the Holy Lamb and, lapse not leashed, in
Ramitdown's ship hotel since the morning moment he could
dixtinguish a white thread from a black till the
engine of the
laws declosed unto Murray and was only falling
fillthefluthered
up against the gatestone pier which, with the cow's bonnet
a'top o'it, he falsetook for a cattlepillar with purest peaceablest
intentions. Yet how lamely hobbles
the hoy of his then pseudo-
jocax axplanation how, according to his own story, he vas a
process server and was merely trying to open
zozimus a bottlop
stoub by mortially hammering his
magnum
bonum (the curter the
club the sorer the savage) against the bludgey gate for the boots
about the swan, Maurice Behan, who
hastily into
his shoes with
nothing his hald barra
tinnteack and came down with
homp,
- shtemp and jumphet to the tiltyard from the
wastes a'sleep in his
obi ohny overclothes
or choker, attracted by the norse
of guns
playing Delandy is cartager on the
raglar rock to
Dulyn, said
war' prised safe in bed as he dreamed
that he'd wealthes in mor-
mon halls when wokenp by a fourth loud snore out of his
land
of byelo while hickstrey's maws was grazing in the
moonlight
by hearing hammering on the pandywhank scale
emanating from
the blind pig and anything like it (oonagh!
oonagh!)
in the
whole history of the Mullingcan Inn he never. This battering
babel allower the door and sideposts, he always said, was not in
the very remotest like the belzey babble of a bottle of boose
which would not rouse him out
o'slumber deep but
reminded
him loads more of the martiallawsey marses of foreign
musi-
kants' instrumongs or the overthrewer to the third
last days of
Pompery, if anything. And that after this most nooningless
knockturn the young reine
came down desperate and the old
liffopotamus started ploring
all over the plains, as mud as she
cud be, ruinating all the bouchers'
schurts and the backers'
wischandtugs so that be the chandeleure of the Rejaneyjailey
they were all night wasching the walters of, the
weltering walters
off. Whyte.
Just one moment. A pinch in time of
the ideal, musketeers!
Alphos, Burkos and Caramis, leave Astrelea for the astrollajerries
and for the love of the saunces and the honour of Keavens
pike
puddywhackback to Pamintul. And roll away the reel world,
the
reel world, the reel world! And call all your
smokeblushes,
Snowwhite and Rosered, if you will have the real cream!
Now for
a strawberry frolic! Filons,
filoosh! Cherchons la flamme!
Famm-
famm! Fammfamm!
Come on, ordinary man with that
large big nonobli head, and
that blanko berbecked fischial ekksprezzion Machinsky
Scapolo-
polos, Duzinascu or other. Your machelar's mutton leg's getting
musclebound from being too pulled. Noah Beery
weighed stone
thousand one when Hazel was a hen. Now her fat's
falling fast.
Therefore, chatbags, why not yours? There are 29 sweet reasons
why blossomtime's the best. Elders
fall for green almonds when
- they're raised on
bruised
stone root ginger though it winters on
their heads as if auctumned round their
waistbands. If you'd had
pains in your hairs you wouldn't
look so orgibald. You'd have
Colley Macaires on your lump of lead. Now listen, Mr Leer!
And stow that sweatyfunnyadams
Simper! Take an old geeser
who calls on his skirt.
Note his sleek hair, so elegant,
tableau
vivant. He vows her to be his own honeylamb, swears
they will
be papa pals, by Sam, and share good times way down west in a
guaranteed happy lovenest when May moon she shines
and they
twit twinkle all the
night, combing the comet's tail up right and
shooting popguns at the stars.
Creampuffs all to dime!
Every
nice, missymackenzies! For dear old grumpapar, he's gone on
the razzledar, through gazing and crazing and
blazing
at the stars.
Compree! She wants her wardrobe to hear from above by
return
with cash so as she can buy her Peter Robinson trousseau
and cut
a dash with Arty, Bert or possibly Charley Chance (who
knows?)
so tolloll Mr Hunker
you're too dada for me to dance (so off she
goes!) and that's how half the gels in town has got their
bottom
drars while grumpapar he's trying to hitch his braces on to his
trars. But old grum
he's not so clean dippy
between sweet you
and yum (not on your life, boy! not in those
trousers! not by a
large jugful!) for someplace on the sly,
where Furphy he isn't by,
old grum has his gel number two (bravevow, our Grum!) and
he
would like to canoodle her too some part of the time
for he is
downright fond of his number one but O he's fair
mashed on
peaches number two so that if he could only canoodle the two,
chivee chivoo, all three would feel genuinely happy, it's as simple
as A. B. C., the two mixers, we mean, with their
cherrybum
chappy (for he is simply shamming dippy) if they all were afloat
in a dreamlifeboat, hugging two by two in his zoo-doo-you-doo,
a tofftoff for thee, missymissy
for me and howcameyou-e'enso for
Farber, in his tippy,
upindown
dippy, tiptoptippy canoodle, can
you? Finny.
Ack, ack, ack. With which
clap, trap and soddenment,
three to
a loaf, our mutual friends the fender and the bottle at
the gate seem
to be implicitly in the same bateau,
so to singen, bearing also
- several of the earmarks
of design, for there is in fact
no use in
a snipery of that sort and the amount of all
those sort of things which has been going on onceaday
in and
twiceaday out every other nachtistag among all kinds of pro-
miscious individuals at all ages in private homes and
reeboos
publikiss and allover all and elsewhere throughout secular
sequence the country over and overabroad has been
particularly
stupendous. To be continued.
Federals' Uniteds'
Transports'
Unions' for Exultations' of Triumphants' Ecstasies.
But resuming inquiries. Will it ever be next morning the
postal
unionist's (officially called carrier's,
Letters
Scotch, Limited)
strange fate (Fierceendgiddyex he's
hight, d.e., the losel
that
hucks around missivemaids'
gummibacks) to hand in a huge
chain envelope, written in seven divers stages of ink, from blanch-
essance to lavandaiette, every pothook and pancrook bespaking
the wisherwife, superscribed
and subpencilled by yours A Laugh-
able Party, with afterwite, S.A.G., to Hyde and
Cheek,
Eden-
berry, Dubblenn, WC? Will whatever will be written in lappish
language with inbursts of Maggyer
always seem semposed, black
looking white and white guarding black, in that
siamixed
twoa-
talk used twist stern swift and
jolly roger?
Will it bright upon us,
nightle, and we plunging to our plight?
Well, it might now, mircle,
so it light. Always and ever till Cox's wife, twice Mrs
Hahn, pokes
her beak into the matter with Owen K. after her, to see whawa
smutter after, will this kiribis pouch filled with litterish frag-
ments lurk dormant in
the paunch of that halpbrother
of a herm,
a pillarbox?
The coffin, a triumph of the illusionist's
art, at first blench
naturally taken for a handharp (it is handwarp to tristinguish
jubabe from jabule or either from tubote when all three have just
been invened) had been removed from the hardware premises of
Oetzmann and Nephew, a noted house of the
gonemost west,
which in the natural course of all things continues to supply
funeral requisites of every needed description. Why needed,
though? Indeed needed (wouldn't you feel like rattanfowl if you
hadn't the oscar!) because the flash brides or bride in their lily
- boleros one games with at the
Nivynubies' finery
ball
and your
upright grooms
that always come right up with you
(and by jingo
when they do!) what else in this mortal
world,
now ours, when
meet there night, mid their nackt, me
there naket, made their
nought the hour strikes, would bring them rightcame back
in the
flesh, thumbs down, to their orses
and their hashes.
To proceed. We might leave that nitrience
of oxagiants to take
its free of the air and just analectralyse that very chymerical com-
bination, the gasbag where the warderworks. And try to pour
somour heiterscene up thealmostfere. In the bottled
heliose case
continuing, Long Lally Tobkids, the special, sporting a fine breast
of medals, and a conscientious
scripturereader
to
boot in the brick
and tin choorch round the coroner,
swore like a Norewheezian
tailliur on the stand before the proper functionary that he was
up
against a right querrshnorrt of a mand in the
butcher
of the blues
who, he guntinued, on last epening after delivering some
car-
casses mattonchepps and meatjutes
on behalf of
Messrs Otto
Sands and Eastman, Limericked,
Victuallers, went and, with his
unmitigated astonissment, hickicked at the
dun and
dorass against
all the runes and, when challenged
about the pretended hick
(it
was kickup and down with him) on his solemn by the imputant
imputed, said simply: I appop pie
oath,
Phillyps
Captain. You
did, as I sostressed before. You are deepknee in error, sir, Madam
Tomkins, let me then tell you, replied with a gentlewomanly
salaam MackPartland, (the meatman's
family, and the oldest in
the world except nick, name.) And Phelps was flayful
with his
peeler. But his phizz
fell.
Now to the obverse. From velveteens to dimities
is barely a
fivefinger span and hence these camelback excesses are thought
to have been instigated by one or either of the causing causes of
all, those rushy hollow
heroines in their skirtsleeves, be she
ma-
gretta be she the posque. Oh! Oh! Because it is a
horrible thing
to have to say to say to day but one dilalah, Lupita Lorette,
short-
ly after in a fit of the unexpectednesses drank carbolic with all
her dear placid life before her and paled off while the
other
soiled dove that's her
sister-in-love, Luperca
Latouche, finding
- one day while dodging
chores that she stripped
teasily for binocu-
lar man and that her jambs were jimpjoyed to see each other, the
nautchy girly soon
found her fruitful hat
too small for her and
rapidly taking time, look,
she rapidly took to necking, partying
and selling her spare favours in the haymow or in
lumber
closets
or in the greenawn ad huck (there are certain intimacies in all
ladies' lavastories we just lease to imagination) or in the sweet
churchyard close itself for a bit of
soft coal or an array
of thin
trunks, serving whom
in
fine that same hot coney
a la Zingara
which our own little Graunya of the chilired cheeks
dished up
to the greatsire of Oscar, that
son of a
Coole. Houri of
the coast
of emerald, arrah of
the lacessive poghue,
Aslim-all-Muslim, the
resigned to her surrender, did not she, come leinster's even, true
dotter of a dearmud, (her pitch
was Forty Steps and his perch old
Cromwell's Quarters) with so valkirry a licence as sent many a
poor pucker packing
to perdition, again and again, ay, and again
sfidare him, tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido, toos top-
ples topple, stop, dug of a dog of a dgiaour, ye! Angealousmei!
And did not he, like Arcoforty, farfar off
Bissavolo, missbrand
her behaveyous with iridescent
huecry of down
right mean false
sop lap sick dope? Tawfulsdreck! A reine of the shee, a
shebeen
quean, a queen of pranks. A kingly man, of royal mien, regally
robed, exalted be his glory!
So gave so take: Now not, not now!
He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want.
Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead
era,
hark! He hea, eyes ravenous on her lippling lills. He hear
her voi
of day gon by. He hears! Zay, zay, zay! But,
by the beer of
his
profit, he cannot answer. Upterputty till rise and shine! Nor needs
none shaft ne stele from
Phenicia or Little Asia to obelise on
the spout, neither
pobalclock
neither folksstone, nor sunkenness
in Tomar's Wood to bewray how
erpressgangs
score off
the rued.
The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue
and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so
long
till allearth's dumbnation shall the blind lead the
deaf. Tatcho,
tawney yeeklings! The column of lumps lends the
pattrin
of the
leaves behind us. If violence to life, limb and chattels,
often as
- not, has been the expression, direct or through an
agent male, of
womanhid offended, (ah! ah!), has not levy of black mail from
the times the fairies were in it, and fain for wilde erthe blothoms
followed an impressive private reputation for
whispered sins?
Now by memory inspired, turn wheel
again to the whole of
the wall. Where Gyant Blyant fronts Peannlueamoore There was
once upon a wall and a hooghoog wall a was and such a
wall-
hole did exist. Ere
ore or ire
in Aaarlund. Or you Dair's
Hair or
you Diggin Mosses or your horde of orts and
oriorts to garble
a garthen of Odin and
the lost paladays when all the eddams ended
with aves. Armen? The doun is theirs and still to see for
menags
if he strikes a lousaforitch and we'll come to those
baregazed
shoeshines if you just
shoodov a second. And let oggs be good
old gaggles and Isther Estarr play Yesther
Asterr. In
the drema
of Sorestost Areas, Diseased. A stonehinged gate
then was for
another thing while the suroptimist had bought and enlarged
that shack under fair rental of one yearlyng sheep, (prime) value
of sixpence, and one small yearlyng goat (cadet) value of eight-
pence, to grow old and happy (hogg it and kidd him) for the re-
minants of his years; and when everything was
got up for
the
purpose he put an applegate on the place
by no means as some
pretext a bedstead
in loo thereof to
keep out donkeys (the
pig-
dirt hanging from the jags to this hour makes that clear)
and just
thenabouts the iron gape,
by old custom left open to prevent
the cats from getting at the gout, was triplepatlockt on
him on
purpose by his faithful poorters to keep him inside probably and
possibly enaunter he felt like sticking out his chest
too far and
tempting gracious providence by a stroll on the
peoplade's egg-
day, unused as he was yet to being freely clodded.
O, by the by, lets wee brag of praties, it ought to be always
remembered in connection with what has gone before that there
was a northroomer, Herr Betreffender, out for his
zimmer hole-
digs, digging in number 32 at the Rum and Puncheon (Branch of
Dirty Dick's
free house)
in Laxlip (where the
Sockeye Sammons
were stopping at the time orange fasting) prior to
that, a Kom-
merzial (Gorbotipacco, he was wreaking like
Zentral Oylrubber)
- from Osterich,
the U.S.E. paying (Gaul
save the mark!) 11/- in
the week (Gosh, these wholly
romads!) of
conscience
money in
the first deal of Yuly wheil he was, swishing beesnest with bles-
sure, and swobbing broguen
eeriesh myth brockendootsch, mak-
ing his reporterage on
Der Fall Adams for the
Frankofurto Siding,
a Fastland payrodicule,
and er, consstated
that one had on him
the Lynn O'Brien, meltoned
lammswolle, disturbed, and wider
he might the same zurichschicken other he would, with tosend
and obertosend tonnowatters, one
monkey's damages become.
Now you must know, franksman,
to make a heart of glass, that
the game of gaze and bandstand butchery was merely a Patsy
O'Strap tissue of threats and obuses such as roebucks raugh at
pinnacle's peak and after this sort. Humphrey's
unsolicited visitor,
Davy or Titus, on a
burgley's clan march from the middle
west,
a hikely excellent crude man about road who
knew his Bullfoost
Mountains like a starling bierd, after doing a
long dance untidled
to Cloudy Green, deposend his
bockstump on the waityoumay-
wantme, after having blew some quaker's (for you!
Oates!) in
through the houseking's keyhole to attract
attention, bleated
through the gale outside which the tairor of his clothes was hog-
callering, first, be the hirsuiter, that he would break
his bulshey-
wigger's head for him, next, be the heeltapper, that
he would
break the gage over his lankyduckling head the same way he
would crack a nut with a monkeywrench and, last
of all, be the
stirabouter, that he would give him his (or
theumperom's or any-
bloody else's) thickerthanwater to drink and his bleday
steppe-
brodhar's into the bucket. He demanded more
wood
alcohol to
pitch in with, alleging
that his granfather's was all taxis and that
it was only after ten o'connell, and this his isbar was a public
oven for the sake of
irsk irskusky,
and then, not easily dis-
couraged, opened the wrathfloods of his atillarery and went on at
a wicked rate, weathering
against him in mooxed metaphores
from eleven thirty to two in the afternoon without even a lunch-
eonette interval for House, son of Clod, to come out, you
jew-
beggar, to be Executed Amen. Earwicker, that patternmind,
that
paradigmatic ear, receptoretentive as his of
Dionysius, longsuffer-
- ing although whitening
under restraint in the sititout corner of
his conservatory, behind faminebuilt walls, his thermos flask and
ripidian flabel by his side and a walrus
whiskerbristle for a tusk-
pick, compiled, while he mourned the flight of his
wild guineese,
a long list (now feared in part lost) to be kept on file of all abusive
names he was called (we have been compelled for the rejoicement
of foinne loidies ind the humours of Milltown
etcetera by Joseph-
ine Brewster in the collision
known as Contrastations with Inker-
mann and so on and sononward, lacies in loo water, flee, celestials,
one clean turv): Firstnighter, Informer,
Old Fruit,
Yellow Whigger,
Wheatears, Goldy Geit, Bogside Beauty,
Yass We've Had His
Badannas, York's Porker,
Funnyface, At Baggotty's Bend He
Bumped, Grease with the Butter, Opendoor Ospices,
Cainandabler,
Ireland's Eighth Wonderful Wonder,
Beat My Price,
Godsoilman,
Moonface the Murderer, Hoary
Hairy Hoax, Midnight Sunburst,
Remove that Bible, Hebdromadary Publocation, Tummer
the Lame
the Tyrannous, Blau
Clay, Tight before Teatime, Read Your
Pantojoke, Acoustic Disturbance, Thinks He's Gobblasst
the Good
Dook of Ourguile, W.D.'s
Grace, Gibbering Bayamouth of Dublin,
His Farther was a Mundzucker and She had him in a Growler,
Burnham and Bailey,
Artist, Unworthy of the Homely Protestant
Religion, Terry Cotter,
You're Welcome to Waterfood, signed the
Ribbonmen, Lobsterpot
Lardling, All for
Arthur of this Town,
Hooshed the Cat from the Bacon,
Leathertogs Donald, The
Ace
and Deuce of Paupering,
O'Reilly's Delights to Kiss the
Man
behind the Borrel, Magogagog,
Swad , Gouty Ghibeline,
Loose Luther, Hatches Cocks' Eggs, Muddle the Plan, Luck before
Wedlock, I Divorce Thee Husband, Tanner and a Make, Go to
Hellena or Come to Connies, Piobald
Puffpuff His
Bride, Purged
out of Burke's, He's None of Me Causin, Barebarean,
Peculiar
Person, Grunt Owl's Facktotem,
Twelve Months Aristocrat,
Lycanthrope, Flunkey
Beadle Vamps the Tune
Letting on He's
Loney, Thunder and Turf Married into Clandorf, Left Boot Sent
on Approval, Cumberer
of Lord's Holy Ground, Stodge Arschmann,
Awnt Yuke, Tommy Furlong's Pet Plagues, Archdukon
Cabbanger,
Last Past the Post, Kennealey Won't Tell Thee off Nancy's
Gown,
- Scuttle to
Cover, Salary Grab,
Andy Mac Noon in Annie's Room,
Awl Out, Twitchbratschballs, Bombard
Street Bester,
Sublime
Porter, A Ban for Le King of the
Burgaans and a Bom for Ye Sur
of all the Ruttledges, O'Phelim's Cutprice, And at Number
Wan
Wan Wan, What He Done to Castlecostello, Sleeps with Feathers
end Ropes, It is Known who Sold Horace the Rattler, Enclosed
find the Sons of Fingal, Swayed in his Falling, Wants
a
Wife and
Forty of Them, Let Him Do the Fair, Apeegeequanee
Chimmuck,
Plowp Goes his Whastle, Ruin of the Small Trader,
He — —
Milkinghoneybeaverbrooker, Vee was a Vindner, Sower Rapes,
Armenian Atrocity,
Sickfish Bellyup, Edomite,
— 'Man Devoyd of
the Commoner Characteristics of an Irish Nature, Bad Humborg,
Hraabhraab, Coocoohandler, Dirt, Miching Daddy, Born
Burst Feet
Foremost, Woolworth's Worst, Easyathic Phallusaphist,
Guiltey-
pig's Bastard, Fast in the Barrel, Boose in the Bed,
Mister Fatmate,
In Custody of the Polis,
Boawwll's Alocutionist,
Deposed, but anar-
chistically respectsful of the liberties of the noninvasive
individual,
did not respond a solitary wedgeword beyond such sedentarity,
though it was as easy as
kissanywhere for the passive resistant in
the booth he was in to reach for the hello gripes and
ring up Kim-
mage Outer 17.67, because, as the fundamentalist
explained, when
at last shocked into speech, touchin his woundid feelins in the
fuchsiar the dominican mission
for the sowsealist potty
was on at
the time and he thought the rowmish devowtion known as the
howly rowsary might reeform ihm, Gonn. That more than
considerably unpleasant bullocky before he
rang off drunkishly
pegged a few glatt stones,
all of a size, by way of final mocks
for his grapes, at the wicket in support of his words that he was
not guilphy but, after he had so slaunga vollayed, reconnoi-
tring through his semisubconscious the seriousness of what
he
might have done had he really polished off his
terrible intentions
finally caused him to change the bawling and
leave downg the
whole grumus of brookpebbles
pangpung and, having sobered
up a bit, paces his groundould
diablen lionndub, the flay the
flegm, the floedy fleshener, (purse, purse,
pursyfurse,
I'll splish
the splume of them all!) this backblocks boor bruskly
put out
- his langwedge and quite quit the paleologic scene, telling how
by his selfdenying ordnance he had left
Hyland on the dissenting
table, after exhorting Earwicker or, in slightly
modified phrase-
ology, Messrs or Missrs Earwicker, Seir, his feminisible
name of
multitude, to cocoa come outside to Mockerloo out of
that for
the honour of Crumlin, with his broody old flishguds, Gog's
curse to thim, so as he could brianslog and burst him all dizzy,
you go bail, like
Potts Fracture did with Keddle
Flatnose and
nobodyatall with Wholyphamous and build rocks over him, or
if he didn't, for two and thirty straws, be Cacao Campbell, he
didn't know what he wouldn't do for him nor nobody else no-
more nor him after which, batell martell, a brisha a milla a stroka
a boola, so the rage of Malbruk, playing on the least change of
his manjester's voice, the first heroic couplet from
the fuguall
tropical, Opus Elf, Thortytoe: My schemes into obeyance
for This
time has had to fall: they bit goodbyte
to their thumb and, his
bandol eer his solgier,
dripdropdrap on pool or poldier,
wishing
the loff a falladelfian in the
morning, proceeded with a Hubble-
forth slouch in his slips
backwords (Et Cur
Heli!) in the directions
of the duff and demb institutions about ten or eleven
hundred
years lurch away in the moonshiny
gorge of Patself on the Bach.
- Adyoe!
And thus, with this rochelly
exetur
of Bully Acre, came to
close that last stage in the siegings round our archicitadel which
we would like to recall, if old Nestor Alexis would wink the
worth for us, as
Bar-le-Duc and Dog-an-Doras and
Bangen-op-
Zoom.
Yed he med leave to many a door beside
of Oxmanswold for
so witness his chambered cairns
a cloudletlitter
silent that are at
browse up hill and down coombe
and on eolithostroton, at
Howth or at Coolock or even at Enniskerry, a theory none too
rectiline of the evoluation
of human society and a testament of
the rocks from all the dead unto some the living. Olivers lambs
we do call them, skatterlings of a stone, and they
shall be ga-
thered unto him, their herd and paladin, as nubilettes
to cumule,
in that day hwen, same the lightning lancer of Azava Arthur-
- honoured (some Finn, some Finn avant!), he
skall wake from
earthsleep, haught crested
elmer, in his valle of briers of Green-
man's Rise O, (lost leaders live! the heroes return!) and o'er dun
and dale the Wulverulverlord (protect us!) his mighty horn
skall
roll, orland, roll.
For in those deyes his
Deyus shall ask of
Allprohome and call
to himm: Allprohome! And he make answer: Add
some. Nor
wink nor wunk. Animadiabolum, mene credidisti
mortuum?
Silence was in thy faustive halls, O Truiga, when thy
green
woods went dry but there will be sounds of manymirth on the
night's ear ringing when our pantriarch of Comestowntonobble
gets the pullover on his boots.
Liverpoor? Sot a bit of it!
His braynes coolt parritch,
his pelt
nassy, his heart's adrone,
his bluidstreams acrawl,
his puff but a
piff, his extremeties
extremely so: Fengless, Pawmbroke,
Chil-
blaimend and Baldowl. Humph is in his doge. Words weigh no
no more to him than raindrips to
Rethfernhim. Which we
all
like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping.
Drain. Sdops.
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