James Joyce
Book III

Chapter 1

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    Tolv two elf kater ten (it can't be) sax.
    Pedwar pemp foify tray (it must be) twelve.
    And low stole o'er the stillness the heartbeats of sleep.
    White fogbow spans. The arch embattled. Mark as capsules.
The nose of the man who was nought like the nasoes. It is self
tinted, wrinkling, ruddled. His kep is a gorsecone. He am Gascon
Titubante of Tegmine - sub - Fagi whose fixtures are mobil-
ing so wobiling befear my remembrandts. She, exhibit next, his
Anastashie. She has prayings in lowdelph. Zeehere green egg-
brooms. What named blautoothdmand is yon who stares? Gu-
gurtha! Gugurtha! He has becco of wild hindigan. Ho, he hath
hornhide! And hvis now is for you. Pensée! The most beautiful
of woman of the veilch veilchen veilde. She would kidds to my
voult of my palace, with obscidian luppas, her aal in her dhove's
suckling. Apagemonite! Come not nere! Black! Switch out!
    Methought as I was dropping asleep somepart in nonland of
where's please (and it was when you and they were we) I heard
at zero hour as 'twere the peal of vixen's laughter among mid-
night's chimes from out the belfry of the cute old speckled church
tolling so faint a goodmantrue as nighthood's unseen violet
rendered all animated greatbritish and Irish objects nonviewable
to human watchers save 'twere perchance anon some glistery

gleam darkling adown surface of affluvial flowandflow as again
might seem garments of laundry reposing a leasward close at
hand in full expectation. And as I was jogging along in a dream as
dozing I was dawdling, arrah, methought broadtone was heard and
the creepers and the gliders and flivvers of the earth breath and
the dancetongues of the woodfires and the hummers in their
ground all vociferated echoating: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post!
with a high voice and O, the higher on high the deeper and low,
I heard him so! And lo, mescemed somewhat came of the noise
and somewho might amove allmurk. Now, 'twas as clump, now
mayhap. When look, was light and now 'twas as flasher, now
moren as the glaow. Ah, in unlitness 'twas in very similitude,
bless me, 'twas his belted lamp! Whom we dreamt was a shaddo,
sure, he's lightseyes, the laddo! Blessed momence, O romence,
he's growing to stay! Ay, he who so swayed a will of a wisp
before me, hand prop to hand, prompt side to the pros, dressed
like an earl in just the correct wear, in a classy mac Frieze o'coat
of far suparior ruggedness, indigo braw, tracked and tramped,
and an Irish ferrier collar, freeswinging with mereswin lacers from
his shoulthern and thick welted brogues on him hammered to suit
the scotsmost public and climate, iron heels and sparable soles, and
his jacket of providence wellprovided woolies with a softrolling
lisp of a lapel to it and great sealingwax buttons, a good helping
bigger than the slots for them, of twentytwo carrot krasnapopp-
sky red and his invulnerable burlap whiskcoat and his popular
choker, Tamagnum sette-and-forte and his loud boheem toy and
the damasker's overshirt he sported inside, a starspangled zephyr
with a decidedly surpliced crinklydoodle front with his motto
through dear life embrothred over it in peas, rice, and yeggy-
yolk, Or for royal, Am for Mail, R.M.D. hard cash on the nail
and the most successfully carried gigot turnups now you ever,
(what a pairfact crease! how amsolookly kersse!) breaking over
the ankle and hugging the shoeheel, everything the best      none
other from (Ah, then may the turtle's blessings of God and Mary
and Haggispatrick and Huggisbrigid be souptumbling all over
him!) other than (and may his hundred thousand welcome stewed

letters, relayed wand postchased, multiply, ay faith, and plultiply!)
Shaun himself.
    What a picture primitive!
    Had I the concordant wiseheads of Messrs Gregory and Lyons
alongside of Dr Tarpey's and I dorsay the reverend Mr Mac
Dougall's, but I, poor ass, am but as their fourpart tinckler's dun-
key. Yet methought Shaun (holy messonger angels be uninter-
ruptedly nudging him among and along the winding ways of
random ever!) Shaun in proper person (now may all the blue-
blacksliding constellations continue to shape his changeable time-
table!) stood before me. And I pledge you my agricultural word
by the hundred and sixty odds rods and cones of this even's
vision that young fellow looked the stuff, the Bel of Beaus'
Walk, a prime card if ever was! Pep? Now without deceit it is
hardly too much to say he was looking grand, so fired smart, in
much more than his usual health. No mistaking that beamish
brow! There was one for you that ne'er would nunch with good
Duke Humphrey but would aight through the months without a
sign of an err in hem and then, otherwise rounding, fourale to the
lees of Traroe. Those jehovial oyeglances! The heart of the rool!
And hit the hencoop. He was immense, topping swell for he was
after having a great time of it, a twentyfour hours every moment
matters maltsight, in a porterhouse, scutfrank, if you want to
know, Saint Lawzenge of Toole's, the Wheel of Fortune, leave
your clubs in the hall and wait on yourself, no chucks for wal-
nut ketchups, Lazenby's and Chutney graspis (the house the once
queen of Bristol and Balrothery twice admired because her
frumped door looked up Dacent Street) where in the sighed of
lovely eyes while his knives of hearts made havoc he had re-
cruited his strength by meals of spadefuls of mounded food, in
anticipation of the faste of tablenapkins, constituting his three-
partite pranzipal meals plus a collation, his breakfast of first, a bless
us O blood and thirsthy orange, next, the half of a pint of becon
with newled googs and a segment of riceplummy padding, met
of sunder suigar and some cold forsoaken steak peatrefired from
the batblack night o'erflown then, without prejuice to evectuals,

came along merendally his stockpot dinner of a half a pound or
round steak, very rare, Blong's best from Portarlington's Butchery,
with a side of riceypeasy and Corkshire alla mellonge and bacon
with (a little mar pliche!) a pair of chops and thrown in from the
silver grid by the proprietoress of the roastery who lives on the
hill and gaulusch gravy and pumpernickel to wolp up and a
gorger's bulby onion (Margareter, Margaretar Margarastican-
deatar) and as well with second course and then finally, after
his avalunch oclock snack at' Appelredt's or Kitzy Braten's of
saddlebag steak and a Botherhim with her old phoenix portar,
jistr to gwen his gwistel and praties sweet and Irish too and mock
gurgle to whistle his way through for the swallying, swp by swp,
and he getting his tongue arount it and Boland's broth broken
into the bargain, to his regret his soupay avic nightcap, vitellusit,
a carusal consistent with second course eyer and becon (the rich
of) with broad beans, hig, steak, hag, pepper the diamond bone
hotted up timmtomm and while'twas after that he scoffed a drake-
ling snuggily stuffed following cold loin of veal more cabbage and
in their green free state a clister of peas, soppositorily petty, last.
P.S. but a fingerhot of rheingenever to give the Pax cum Spiri-
tututu. Drily thankful. Burud and dulse and typureely jam, all
free of charge, aman, and. And the best of wine avec. For his
heart was as big as himself, so it was, ay, and bigger! While the
loaves are aflowering and the nachtingale jugs. All St Jilian's of
Berry, hurrah there for tobies! Mabhrodaphne, brown pride of our
custard house quay, amiable with repastful, cheerus graciously,
cheer us! Ever of thee, Anne Lynch, he's deeply draiming!
Houseanna! Tea is the Highest! For auld lang Ayternitay! Thus
thicker will he grow now, grew new. And better and better on
butterand butter. At the sign of Mesthress Vanhungrig. However!
Mind you, nuckling down to nourritures, were they menuly some
ham and jaffas, and I don't mean to make the ingestion for the
moment that he was guilbey of gulpable gluttony as regards chew-
able boltaballs, but, biestings be biestings, and upon the whole,
when not off his oats, given prelove appetite and postlove pricing
good coup, goodcheap, were it thermidor oogst or floreal may

while the whistling prairial roysters play, between gormandising
and gourmeteering, he grubbed his tuck all right, deah smorregos,
every time he was for doing dirt to a meal or felt like a bottle of
ardilaun arongwith a smag of a lecker biss of a welldressed taart
or. Though his net intrants wight weighed nought but a flyblow
to his gross and ganz afterduepoise. And he was so jarvey jaunty
with a romp of a schoolgirl's completion sitting pretty over his
Oyster Monday print face and he was plainly out on the ramp and
mash, as you might say, for he sproke.
    Overture and beginners!
    When lo (whish, O whish!) mesaw mestreamed, as the green
to the gred was flew, was flown, through deafths of durkness
greengrown deeper I heard a voice, the voce of Shaun, vote of
the Irish, voise from afar (and cert no purer puer palestrine e'er
chanted panangelical mid the clouds of Tu es Petrus, not
Michaeleen Kelly, not Mara O'Mario, and sure, what more
numerose Italicuss ever rawsucked frish uov in urinal?), a brieze
to Yverzone o'er the brozaozaozing sea, from Inchigeela call
the way how it suspired (morepork! morepork!) to scented
nightlife as softly as the loftly marconimasts from Clifden sough
open tireless secrets (mauveport! mauveport!) to Nova Scotia's
listing sisterwands. Tubetube!
    His handpalm lifted, his handshell cupped, his handsign pointed,
his handheart mated, his handaxe risen, his handleaf fallen.
Helpsome hand that holemost heals! What is het holy! It gested.
    And it said:
    — Alo, alass, aladdin, amobus! Does she lag soft fall means
rest down? Shaun yawned, as his general address rehearsal,
(that was antepropreviousday's pigeons-in-a-pie with rough
dough for the carrier and the hash-say-ugh of overgestern pluzz
the 'stuesday's shampain in his head, with the memories of the
past and the hicnuncs of the present embelliching the musics of
the futures from Miccheruni's band) addressing himself ex alto
and complaining with vocal discontent it was so close as of
the fact the rag was up and of the briefs and billpasses, a houseful
of deadheads, of him to dye his paddycoats to morn his hestern-

most earning, his board in the swealth of his fate as, having
moistened his manducators upon the quiet and scooping molars
and grinders clean with his two fore fingers, he sank his hunk,
dowanouet to resk at once, exhaust as winded hare, utterly spent,
it was all he could do (disgusted with himself that the combined
weight of his tons of iosals was a hundred men's massed too much
for him), upon the native heath he loved covered kneehigh with
virgin bush, for who who e'er trod sod of Erin could ever sleep
off the turf! Well, I'm liberally dished seeing myself in this trim!
How all too unwordy am I, a mere mailman of peace, a poor loust
hastehater of the first degree, the principot of Candia, no legs and
a title, for such eminence, or unpro promenade rather, to be much
more exact, as to be the bearer extraordinary of these postoomany
missive on his majesty's service while me and yous and them we're
extending us after the pattern of reposiveness! Weh is me, yeh is
ye! I, the mightif beam maircanny, which bit his mirth too early
or met his birth too late! It should of been my other with his
leickname for he's the head and I'm an everdevoting fiend of his.
I can seeze tomirror in tosdays of yer when we lofobsed os so ker.
Those sembal simon pumpkel pieman yers! We shared the twin
chamber and we winked on the one wench and what Sim sobs
todie I'll reeve tomorry, for 'twill be, I have hopes of, Sam
Dizzier's feedst. Tune in, tune on, old Tighe, high, high, high,
I'm thine owelglass. Be old! He looks rather thin, imitating me.
I'm very fond of that other of mine. Fish hands Macsorley!
Elien! Obsequies! Bonzeye! Isaac Egari's Ass! We're the music-
hall pair that won the swimmyease bladdhers at the Guinness
gala in Badeniveagh. I ought not to laugh with him on this stage.
But he' such a game loser! I lift my disk to him. Brass and reeds,
brace and ready! How is your napper, Handy, and hownow does
she stand? First he was living to feel what the eldest daughter she was
panseying and last he was dying to know what old Madre Patriack
does be up to. Take this John's Lane in your toastingfourch. Shaun-
ti and shaunti and shaunti again! And twelve coolinder moons!
I am no helotwashipper but I revere her! For my own coant! She
has studied! Piscisvendolor! You're grace! Futs dronk of

Wouldndom! But, Gemini, he's looking frightfully thin! I heard
the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay. Down among the dust-
bins let him lie! Ear! Ear! Not ay! Eye! Eye! For I'm at the heart
of it. Yet I cannot on my solemn merits as a recitativer recollect
ever having done of anything of the kind to deserve of such.
Not the phost of a nation! Nor by a long trollop! I just didn't have
the time to. Saint Anthony Guide!
      — But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we
remembered, who it was, good boy, to begin with, who out of
symphony gave you the permit?
     — Goodbye now, Shaun replied, with a voice pure as a church-
mode, in echo rightdainty, with a good catlick tug at his coco-
moss candylock, a foretaste in time of his cabbageous brain's
curlyflower. Athiacaro! Comb his tar odd gee sing your mower
O meeow? Greet thee Good? How are them columbuses! Lard
have mustard on them! Fatiguing, very fatiguing. Hobos hom-
knees and the corveeture of my spine. Poumeerme! My heaviest
crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed as hard as the thinkamuddles
of the Greeks and a board as bare as a Roman altar. I'm off
rabbited kitchens and relief porridgers. No later than a very few
fortnichts since I was meeting on the Thinker's Dam with a pair
of men out of glasshouse whom I shuffled hands with named
MacBlacks — I think their names is MacBlakes — from the Headfire
Clump — and they were improving me and making me beliek no
five hour factory life with insufficient emollient and industrial
disabled for them that day o'gratises. I have the highest grati-
fication by anuncing how I have it from whowho but Hagios
Colleenkiller's prophecies. After suns and moons, dews and
wettings, thunders and fires, comes sabotag. Solvitur palum-
ballando! Tilvido! Adie!
    — Then, we explained, salve a tour, ambly andy, you possibly
might be so by order?
    — Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid lipes, not what
I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on me pre-
mitially by Hireark Books and Chiefoverseer Cooks in their
Eusebian Concordant Homilies and there does be a power com-

ing over me that is put upon me from on high out of the book of
breedings and so as it is becoming hairydittary I have of coerce
nothing in view to look forward at unless it is Swann and beat-
ing the blindquarters out of my oldfellow's orologium oloss olo-
rium. A bad attack of maggot it feels like. 'Tis trope, custodian
said. Almost might I say of myself, while keeping out of crime,
I am now becoming about fed up be going circulating about them
new hikler's highways like them nameless souls, ercked and skorned
and grizzild all over, till it's rusty October in this bleak forest
and was veribally complussed by thinking of the crater of some
noted volcano or the Dublin river or the catchalot trouth subsi-
dity as away out or to isolate i from my multiple Mes on the
spits of Lumbage Island or bury meself, clogs, coolcellar and all,
deep in my wineupon ponteen unless Morrissey's colt could help
me or the gander maybe at 49 as it is a tithe fish so it is, this
pig's stomach business, and where on dearth or in the miraculous
meddle of this expending umniverse to turn since it came into
my hands I am hopeless off course to be doing anything con-
    — We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed, but from
franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn out,
we hear to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter.
Speak to us of Emailia.
    — As, Shaun replied patly, with tootlepick tact too and a
down of his dampers, to that I have the gumpower and, by the
benison of Barbe, that is a lock to say with everything, my be-
    — Would you mind telling us, Shaun honey, beg little big
moreboy, we proposed to such a dear youth, where mostly are
you able to work. Ah, you might! Whimper and we shall.
    — Here! Shaun replied, while he was fondling one of his
cowheel cuffs. There's no sabbath for nomads and I mostly was
able to walk, being too soft for work proper, sixty odd eilish
mires a week between three masses a morn and two chaplets at
eve. I am always telling those pedestriasts, my answerers, Top,
Sid and Hucky, now (and it is a veriest throth as the thieves' re-

scension) how it was forstold for me by brevet for my vacation
in life while possessing stout legs to be disbarred after holy orders
from unnecessary servile work of reckless walking of all sorts for
the relics of my time for otherwise by my so douching I would
get into a blame there where sieves fall out, Excelsior tips the best.
Weak stop work stop walk stop whoak. Go thou this island, one
housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there,
then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies. Never back a
woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you
depend never make face to a foe till he's rife and never get stuck
to another man's pfife. Amen, ptah! His hungry will be done! On
the continent as in Eironesia. But believe me in my simplicity I am
awful good, I believe, so I am, at the root of me, praised be right
cheek Discipline! And I can now truthfully declaret before my
Geity's Pantokreator with my fleshfettered palms on the epizzles
of the apossels that I do my reasonabler's best to recite my grocery
beans for mummy mit dummy mot muthar mat bonzar regular,
genuflections enclosed. Hek domov muy, there thou beest on the
hummock, ghee up, ye dog, for your daggily broth, etc., Happy
Maria and Glorious Patrick, etc., etc. In fact, always, have I
believe. Greedo! Her's me hongue!
    — And it is the fullsoot of a tarabred. Yet one minute's ob-
servation, dear dogmestic Shaun, as we point out how you have
while away painted our town a wearing greenridinghued.
    — O murder mere, how did you hear? Shaun replied, smoil-
ing the ily way up his lampsleeve (it just seemed the natural thing
to do), so shy of light was he then. Well, so be it! The gloom hath
rays, her lump is love. And I will confess to have, yes. Your
diogneses is anonest man's. Thrubedore I did! Inditty I did. All lay
I did. Down with the Saozon ruze! And I am afraid it wouldn't
be my first coat's wasting after striding on the vampire and blaz-
ing on the focoal. See! blazing on the focoal. As see! blazing upon
the foe. Like the regular redshank I am. Impregnable as the mule
himself. Somebody may perhaps hint at an aughter impression
of I was wrong. No such a thing! You never made a more freud-
ful mistake, excuse yourself! What's pork to you means meat to

me while you behold how I be eld. But it is grandiose by my
ways of thinking from the prophecies. New worlds for all! And
they were scotographically arranged for gentlemen only by a
scripchewer in whofoundland who finds he is a relative. And it
was with my extravert davy. Like glue. Be through. Moyhard's
daynoight, tomthumb. Phwum!
    — How mielodorous is thy bel chant, O songbird, and how
exqueezit thine after draught! Buccinate in Emenia tuba insigni
volumnitatis tuae. But do you mean, O phausdheen phewn, from
Pontoffbellek till the Kisslemerched our ledan triz will be? we
gathered substantively whether furniture would or verdure var-
    — It is a confoundyous injective so to say, Shaun the fiery
boy shouted, naturally incensed, as he shook the red pepper out
of his auricles. And another time please confine your glaring in-
tinuations to some other mordant body. What on the physiog
of this furnaced planet would I be doing besides your verjuice?
That is more than I can fix, for the teom bihan, anyway. So let I
and you now kindly drop that, angryman! That's not French
pastry. You can take it from me. Understand me when I tell you
(and I will ask you not to whisple, cry golden or quoth mecback)
that under the past purcell's office, so deeply deplored by my
erstwhile elder friend, Miss Enders, poachmistress and gay re-
ceiver ever for in particular to the Scotic Poor Men's Thousand
Gallon Cow Society (I was thinking of her in sthore) allbethey
blessed with twentytwo thousand sorters out of a biggest poss
of twentytwo thousand, mine's won, too much privet stationery
and safty quipu was ate up larchly by those nettlesome goats
out of pension greed. Colpa di Becco, buon apartita! Proceding,
I will say it is also one of my avowal's intentions, at some time
pease Pod pluse murthers of gout (when I am not prepared to say)
so apt as my pen is upt to scratch, to compound quite the makings
of a verdigrease savingsbook in the form of a pair of capri
sheep boxing gloves surrounding this matter of the Welsfusel
mascoteers and their sindybuck that saved a city for my publickers,
Nolaner and Browno, Nickil Hopstout, Christcross, so long as,

thanks to force of destiny, my selary as a paykelt is propaired,
and there is a peg under me and there is a tum till me.
    To the Very Honourable The Memory of Disgrace, the Most
Noble, Sometime Sweepyard at the Service of the Writer. Salu-
tem dicint. The just defunct Mrs Sanders who (the Loyd insure
her!) I was shift and shuft too, with her shester Mrs Shunders,
both mudical dauctors from highschoolhorse and aslyke as
Easther's leggs. She was the niceliest person of a wellteached non-
party woman that I ever acquired her letters, only too fat, used
to babies and tottydean verbish this is her entertermentdags for
she shuk the bottle and tuk the medascene all times a day. She
was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the poetics,
me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon also
was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski. P.L.M
Mevrouw von Andersen was her whogave me a muttonbrooch,
stakkers for her begfirst party. Honour thy farmer and my lit-
ters. This, my tears, is my last will intesticle wrote off in the
strutforit about their absent female assauciations which I, or per-
haps any other person what squaton a toffette, have the honour
to had upon their polite sophykussens in the real presence of de-
vouted Mrs Grumby when her skin was exposed to the air. O
what must the grief of my mund be for two little ptpt coolies
worth twenty thousand quad herewitdnessed with both's
maddlemass wishes to Pepette for next match from their dearly
beloved Roggers, M.D.D. O.D. May doubling drop of drooght!
    — Hopsoloosely kidding you are totether with your cadenus
and goat along nose how we shall complete that white paper.
Two venusstas! Biggerstiff! Qweer but gaon! Be trouz and
wholetrouz! Otherwise, frank Shaun, we pursued, what would
be the autobiography of your softbodied fumiform?
    — Hooraymost! None whomsoever, Shaun replied, Heavenly
blank! (he had intentended and was peering now rather close to
the paste of his rubiny winklering) though it ought to be more
or less rawcawcaw romantical. By the wag, how is Mr Fry? All
of it, I might say, in ex-voto, pay and perks and wooden half-

pence, some rhino, rhine, O joyoust rhine, was handled over spon-
daneously by me (and bundle end to my illwishers' Miss Anders!
she woor her wraith of ruins the night she lost I left!) in the ligname
of Mr van Howten of Tredcastles, Clowntalkin, timbreman, among
my prodigits nabobs and navious of every subscription entitled
the Bois in the Boscoor, our evicted tenemants. What I say is (and
I am noen roehorn or culkilt permit me to tell you, if uninformed),
I never spont it. Nor have I the ghuest of innation on me the way
to. It is my rule so. It went anyway like hot pottagebake. And
this brings me to my fresh point. Quoniam, I am as plain as
portable enveloped, inhowmuch, you will now parably receive,
care of one of Mooseyeare Goonness's registered andouterthus
barrels. Quick take um whiffat andrainit. Now!
    — So vi et! we responded. Song! Shaun, song! Have mood!
Hold forth!
    — I apologuise, Shaun began, but I would rather spinooze
you one from the grimm gests of Jacko and Esaup, fable one,
feeble too. Let us here consider the casus, my dear little cousis
ghhobixhatouxpeswchbechoscashlcarcarcaract) of the Ondt and
the Gracehoper.
    The Gracehoper was always jigging ajog, hoppy on akkant
of his joyicity, (he had a partner pair of findlestilts to supplant
him), or, if not, he was always making ungraceful overtures to
Floh and Luse and Bienie and Vespatilla to play pupa-pupa and
pulicy-pulicy and langtennas and pushpygyddyum and to com-
mence insects with him, there mouthparts to his orefice and his
gambills to there airy processes, even if only in chaste, ameng
the everlistings, behold a waspering pot. He would of curse
melissciously, by his fore feelhers, flexors, contractors, depres-
sors and extensors, lamely, harry me, marry me, bury me, bind
me, till she was puce for shame and allso fourmish her in Spin-
ner's housery at the earthsbest schoppinhour so summery as his
cottage, which was cald fourmillierly Tingsomingenting, groped
up. Or, if he was always striking up funny funereels with Bester-
farther Zeuts, the Aged One, With all his wigeared corollas, albe-

dinous and oldbuoyant, inscythe his elytrical wormcasket and
Dehlia and Peonia, his druping nymphs, bewheedling him, com-
pound eyes on hornitosehead, and Auld Letty Plussiboots to
scratch his cacumen and cackle his tramsitus, diva deborah (seven
bolls of sapo, a lick of lime, two spurts of fussfor, threefurts of
sulph, a shake o'shouker, doze grains of migniss and a mesfull of
midcap pitchies. The whool of the whaal in the wheel of the
whorl of the Boubou from Bourneum has thus come to taon!),
and with tambarins and cantoridettes soturning around his eggs-
hill rockcoach their dance McCaper in retrophoebia, beck from
bulk, like fantastic disossed and jenny aprils, to the ra, the ra, the
ra, the ra, langsome heels and langsome toesis, attended to by a
mutter and doffer duffmatt baxingmotch and a myrmidins of
pszozlers pszinging Satyr's Caudledayed Nice and Hombly,
Dombly Sod We Awhile but Ho, Time Timeagen, Wake! For if
sciencium (what's what) can mute uns nought, 'a thought,
abought the Great Sommboddy within the Omniboss, perhops an
artsaccord (hoot's hoot) might sing ums tumtim abutt the Little
Newbuddies that ring his panch. A high old tide for the bar-
heated publics and the whole day as gratiis! Fudder and lighting
for ally looty, any filly in a fog, for O'Cronione lags acrumbling
in his sands but his sunsunsuns still tumble on. Erething above
ground, as his Book of Breathings bed him, so as everwhy, sham
or shunner, zeemliangly to kick time.
    Grouscious me and scarab my sahul! What a bagateller it is!
Libelulous! Inzanzarity! Pou! Pschla! Ptuh! What a zeit for the
goths! vented the Ondt, who, not being a sommerfool, was
thothfolly making chilly spaces at hisphex affront of the icinglass
of his windhame, which was cold antitopically Nixnixundnix.
We shall not come to party at that lopp's, he decided possibly,
for he is not on our social list. Nor to Ba's berial nether, thon
sloghard, this oldeborre's yaar ablong as there's a khul on a khat.
Nefersenless, when he had safely looked up his ovipository, he
loftet hails and prayed: May he me no voida water! Seekit Ha-
tup! May no he me tile pig shed on! Suckit Hotup! As broad as
Beppy's realm shall flourish my reign shall flourish! As high as

Heppy's hevn shall flurrish my haine shall hurrish! Shall grow,
shall flourish! Shall hurrish! Hummum.
    The Ondt was a weltall fellow, raumybult and abelboobied,
bynear saw altitudinous wee a schelling in kopfers. He was sair
sair sullemn and chairmanlooking when he was not making spaces
in his psyche, but, laus! when he wore making spaces on his ikey,
he ware mouche mothst secred and muravyingly wisechairman-
looking. Now whim the sillybilly of a Gracehoper had jingled
through a jungle of love and debts and jangled through a jumble
of life in doubts afterworse, wetting with the bimblebeaks, drik-
king with nautonects, bilking with durrydunglecks and horing
after ladybirdies (ichnehmon diagelegenaitoikon) he fell joust as
sieck as a sexton and tantoo pooveroo quant a churchprince, and
wheer the midges to wend hemsylph or vosch to sirch for grub
for his corapusse or to find a hospes, alick, he wist gnit! Bruko
dry! fuko spint! Sultamont osa bare! And volomundo osi vide-
vide! Nichtsnichtsundnichts! Not one pickopeck of muscow-
money to bag a tittlebits of beebread! Iomio! Iomio! Crick's
corbicule, which a plight! O moy Bog, he contrited with melan-
ctholy. Meblizzered, him sluggered! I am heartily hungry!
    He had eaten all the whilepaper, swallowed the lustres, de-
voured forty flights of styearcases, chewed up all the mensas and
seccles, ronged the records, made mundballs of the ephemerids
and vorasioused most glutinously with the very timeplace in the
ternitary — not too dusty a cicada of neutriment for a chittinous
chip so mitey. But when Chrysalmas was on the bare branches,
off he went from Tingsomingenting. He took a round stroll and
he took a stroll round and he took a round strollagain till the
grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair made him thought
he had the Tossmania. Had he twicycled the sees of the deed
and trestraversed their revermer? Was he come to hevre with his
engiles or gone to hull with the poop? The June snows was
flocking in thuckflues on the hegelstomes, millipeeds of it and
myriopoods, and a lugly whizzling tournedos, the Boraborayel-
lers, blohablasting tegolhuts up to tetties and ruching sleets off
the coppeehouses, playing ragnowrock rignewreck, with an irri-

tant, penetrant, siphonopterous spuk. Grausssssss! Opr!
Grausssssss! Opr!
    The Gracehoper who, though blind as batflea, yet knew, not
a leetle beetle, his good smetterling of entymology asped niss-
unitimost lous nor liceens but promptly tossed himself in the
vico, phthin and phthir, on top of his buzzer, tezzily wondering
wheer would his aluck alight or boss of both appease and the
next time he makes the aquinatance of the Ondt after this they
have met themselves, these mouschical umsummables, it shall be
motylucky if he will beheld not a world of differents. Behailed
His Gross the Ondt, prostrandvorous upon his dhrone, in his
Papylonian babooshkees, smolking a spatial brunt of Hosana
cigals, with unshrinkables farfalling from his unthinkables,
swarming of himself in his sunnyroom, sated before his com-
fortumble phullupsuppy of a plate o'monkynous and a confucion
of minthe (for he was a conformed aceticist and aristotaller), as
appi as a oneysucker or a baskerboy on the Libido, with Floh
biting his leg thigh and Luse lugging his luff leg and Bieni bussing
him under his bonnet and Vespatilla blowing cosy fond tutties
up the allabroad length of the large of his smalls. As entomate
as intimate could pinchably be. Emmet and demmet and be jiltses
crazed and be jadeses whipt! schneezed the Gracehoper, aguepe
with ptchjelasys and at his wittol's indts, what have eyeforsight!
    The Ondt, that true and perfect host, a spiter aspinne, was
making the greatest spass a body could with his queens lace-
swinging for he was spizzing all over him like thingsumanything
in formicolation, boundlessly blissfilled in an allallahbath of
houris. He was ameising himself hugely at crabround and mary-
pose, chasing Floh out of charity and tickling Luse, I hope too,
and tackling Bienie, faith, as well, and jucking Vespatilla jukely
by the chimiche. Never did Dorsan from Dunshanagan dance it
with more devilry! The veripatetic imago of the impossible
Gracehoper on his odderkop in the myre, after his thrice ephe-
meral journeeys, sans mantis ne shooshooe, featherweighed
animule, actually and presumptuably sinctifying chronic's de-
spair, was sufficiently and probably coocoo much for his chorous

of gravitates. Let him be Artalone the Weeps with his parisites
peeling off him I'll be Highfee the Crackasider. Flunkey Footle
furloughed foul, writing off his phoney, but Conte Carme makes
the melody that mints the money. Ad majorem l.s.d.! Divi gloriam.
A darkener of the threshold. Haru? Orimis, capsizer of his ant-
boat, sekketh rede from Evil-it-is, lord of loaves in Amongded.
Be it! So be it! Thou-who-thou-art, the fleet-as-spindhrift,
impfang thee of mine wideheight. Haru!
    The thing pleased him andt, and andt,
He larved ond he larved on he merd such a nauses
The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his fauces.
I forgive you, grondt Ondt, said the Gracehoper, weeping,
For their sukes of the sakes you are safe in whose keeping.
Teach Floh and Luse polkas, show Bienie where's sweet
And be sure Vespatilla fines fat ones to heat.
As I once played the piper I must now pay the count
So saida to Moyhammlet and marhaba to your Mount!
Let who likes lump above so what flies be a full 'un;
I could not feel moregruggy if this was prompollen.
I pick up your reproof, the horsegift of a friend,
For the prize of your save is the price of my spend.
Can castwhores pulladeftkiss if oldpollocks forsake 'em
Or Culex feel etchy if Pulex don't wake him?
A locus to loue, a term it t'embarass,
These twain are the twins that tick Homo Vulgaris.
Has Aquileone nort winged to go syf
Since the Gwyfyn we were in his farrest drewbryf
And that Accident Man not beseeked where his story ends
Since longsephyring sighs sought heartseast for their orience?
We are Wastenot with Want, precondamned, two and true,
Till Nolans go volants and Bruneyes come blue.
Ere those gidflirts now gadding you quit your mocks for my gropes
An extense must impull, an elapse must elopes,
Of my tectucs takestock, tinktact, and ail's weal;
As I view by your farlook hale yourself to my heal.

Partiprise my thinwhins whiles my blink points unbroken on
Your whole's whercabroads with Tout's trightyright token on.
My in risible universe youdly haud find
Sulch oxtrabeeforeness meat soveal behind.
Your feats end enormous, your volumes immense,
(May the Graces I hoped for sing your Ondtship song sense!),
Your genus its worldwide, your spacest sublime!
But, Holy Saltmartin, why can't you beat time?
    In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holo-
caust. Allmen.
    — Now? How good you are in explosition! How farflung is
your fokloire and how velktingeling your volupkabulary! Qui
vive sparanto qua muore contanto. O foibler, O flip, you've that
wandervogl wail withyin! It falls easily upon the earopen and goes
down the friskly shortiest like treacling tumtim with its tingting-
taggle. The blarneyest blather in all Corneywall! But could you,
of course, decent Lettrechaun, we knew (to change your name of
not your nation) while still in the barrel, read the strangewrote
anaglyptics of those shemletters patent for His Christian's Em?
    — Greek! Hand it to me! Shaun replied, plosively pointing to
the cinnamon quistoquill behind his acoustrolobe. I'm as after-
dusk nobly Roman as pope and water could christen me. Look
at that for a ridingpin! I am, thing Sing Larynx, letter potent to
play the sem backwards like Oscan wild or in shunt Persse trans-
luding from the Otherman or off the Toptic or anything off the
types of my finklers in the draught or with buttles, with my oyes
thickshut and all. But, hellas, it is harrobrew bad on the corns and
callouses. As far as that goes I associate myself with your remark
just now from theodicy re'furloined notepaper and quite agree in
your prescriptions for indeed I am, pay Gay, in juxtaposition to
say it is not a nice production. It is a pinch of scribble, not
wortha bottle of cabbis. Overdrawn! Puffedly offal tosh! Be-
sides its auctionable, all about crime and libel! Nothing beyond
clerical horrors et omnibus to be entered for the foreign as second-
class matter. The fuellest filth ever fired since Charley Lucan's.

Flummery is what I would call it if you were to ask me to put it
on a single dimension what pronounced opinion I might possibly
orally have about them bagses of trash which the mother and
Mr Unmentionable (O breed not his same!) has reduced to writ-
ing without making news out of my sootynemm. When she
slipped under her couchman. And where he made a cat with a
peep. How they wore two madges on the makewater. And why
there were treefellers in the shrubrubs. Then he hawks his hand-
mud figgers from Francie to Fritzie down in the kookin. Phiz
is me mother and Hair's me father. Bauv Betty Famm and Pig
Pig Pike. Their livetree (may it flourish!) by their ecotaph (let it
stayne!). With balsinbal bimbies swarming tiltop. Comme bien,
Comme bien! Feefeel! Feefeel! And the Dutches dyin loffin at
his pon peck de Barec. And all the mound reared. Till he wot not
wot to begin he should. An infant sailing eggshells on the floor
of a wet day would have more sabby.
    Letter, carried of Shaun, son of Hek, written of Shem, brother
of Shaun, uttered for Alp, mother of Shem, for Hek, father of
Shaun. Initialled. Gee. Gone. 29 Hardware Saint. Lendet till
Laonum. Baile-Atha-Cliath. 31 Jan. 1132 A.D. Here Com-
merces Enville. Tried Apposite House. 13 Fitzgibbets. Loco.
Dangerous. Tax 9d. B.L. Guineys, esqueer. L.B. Not known at
1132 a. 12 Norse Richmound. Nave unlodgeable. Loved noa's
dress. Sinned, Jetty Pierrse. Noon sick parson. 92 Windsewer.
Ave. No such no. Vale. Finn's Hot. Exbelled from 1014 d. Pull-
down. Fearview. Opened by Miss Take. 965 nighumpledan sexti-
ffits. Shout at Site. Roofloss. Fit Dunlop and Be Satisfied. Mr.
Domnall O'Domnally. Q.V. 8 Royal Terrors. None so strait.
Shutter up. Dining with the Danes. Removed to Philip's Burke.
At sea. D.E.D. Place scent on. Clontalk. Father Jacob, Rice
Factor. 3 Castlewoos. P.V. Arrusted. J.P. Converted to Hos-
pitalism. Ere the March past of Civilisation. Once Bank of Ireland's.
Return to City Arms. 2 Milchbroke. Wrongly spilled. Traumcon-
draws. Now Bunk of England's. Drowned in the Laffey. Here.
The Reverest Adam Foundlitter. Shown geshotten. 7 Streetpetres.
Since Cabranke. Seized of the Crownd. Well, Sir Arthur. Buy

Patersen's Matches. Unto his promisk hands. Blown up last
Lemmas by Orchid Lodge. Search Unclaimed Male. House Con-
damned by Ediles. Back in Few Minutes. Closet for Repeers. 60
Shellburn. Key at Kate's. Kiss. Isaac's Butt, Poor Man. Dalicious
arson. Caught. Missing. Justiciated. Kainly forewarred. Abraham
Badly's King, Park Bogey. Salved. All reddy berried. Hollow and
eavy. Desert it. Overwayed. Understrumped. Back to the P.O.
Kaer of. Ownes owe M.O. Too Let. To Be Soiled. Cohabited
by Unfortunates. Lost all Licence. His Bouf Toe is Frozen Over.
X, Y and Z, Ltd, Destinied Tears. A.B, ab, Sender. Boston
(Mass). 31 Jun. 13, 12. P.D. Razed. Lawyered. Vacant. Mined.
Here's the Bayleaffs. Step out to Hall out of that, Ereweaker,
with your Bloody Big Bristol. Bung. Stop. Bung. Stop. Cumm
Bumm. Stop. Came Baked to Auld Aireen. Stop.
    — Kind Shaun, we all requested, much as we hate to say it,
but since you rose to the use of money have you not, without
suggesting for an instant, millions of moods used up slanguage
tun times as words as the penmarks used out in sinscript with such
hesitancy by your cerebrated brother — excuse me not men-
    — CelebrAted! Shaun replied under the sheltar of his brog-
uish, vigorously rubbing his magic lantern to a glow of full-
consciousness. HeCitEncy! Your words grates on my ares.
Notorious I rather would feel inclined to myself in the first place
to describe Mr O'Shem the Draper with before letter as should
I be accentually called upon for a dieoguinnsis to pass my opinions,
properly spewing, into impulsory irelitz. But I would not care to
be so unfruitful to my own part as to swear for the moment posi-
tively as to the views of Denmark. No, sah! But let me say my
every belief before my high Gee is that I much doubt of it. I've no
room for that fellow on my fagroaster, I just can't. As I hourly
learn from Rooters and Havers through Gilligan's maypoles in
a nice pathetic notice he, the pixillated doodler, is on his last with
illegible clergimanths boasting always of his ruddy complexious!
She, the mammy far, was put up to it by him, the iniquity that
ought to be depraved of his libertins to be silenced, sackclothed

and suspended, and placed in irons into some drapyery institution
off the antipopees for wordsharping only if he was klanver enough
to pass the panel fleischcurers and the fieldpost censor. Gach!
For that is a fullblown fact and well celibated before the four
divorce courts and all the King's paunches, how he has the
solitary from seeing Scotch snakes and has a lowsense for the pro-
duction of consumption and dalickey cyphalos on his brach
premises where he can purge his contempt and dejeunerate into a
skillyton be thinking himself to death. Rot him! Flannelfeet! Flatty-
ro! I will describe you in a word. Thou. (I beg your pardon.)
Homo! Then putting his bedfellow on me! (like into mike and
nick onto post). The criniman: I'll give it to him for that! Making
the lobbard change hisstops, as we say in the long book! Is he
on whosekeeping or are my! Obnoximost posthumust! With his
unique hornbook and his prince of the apauper's pride, blunder-
ing all over the two worlds! If he waits till I buy him a mossel-
man's present! Ho's nos halfcousin of mine, pigdish! Nor wants
to! I'd famish with the cuistha first. Aham!
    — May we petition you, Shaun illustrious, then, to put his
prentis' pride in your aproper's purse and to unravel in your own
sweet way with words of style to your very and most obse-
quient, we suggested, with yet an esiop's foible, as to how?
    — Well it is partly my own, isn't it? and you may, ought and
welcome, Shaun replied, taking at the same time, as his hunger
got the bitter of him, a hearty bite out of the honeycomb of his
Braham and Melosedible hat, tryone, tryon and triune. Ann wun-
kum. Sure, I thunkum you knew all about that, honorey causes,
through thelemontary channels long agum. Sure, that is as old as
the Baden bees of Saint Dominoc's and as commonpleas now to
allus pueblows and bunkum as Nelson his trifulgurayous pillar.
However. Let me see, do. Beerman's bluff was what begun it, Old
Knoll and his borrowing! And then the liliens of the veldt, Nancy
Nickies and Folletta Lajambe! Then mem and hem and the jaque-
jack. All about Wucherer and righting his name for him. I regret
to announce, after laying out his litterery bed, for two days she
kept squealing down for noisy priors and bawling out to her

jameymock farceson in Shemish like a mouther of the incas with
a garcielasso huw Ananymus pinched her tights and about the
Balt with the markshaire parawag and his loyal divorces, when he
feraxiously shed ovas in Alemaney, tse tse, all the tell of the tud
with the bourighevisien backclack, and him, the cribibber like an
ambitrickster, aspiring like the decan's, fast aslooped in the in-
trance to his polthronechair with his sixth finger between his cats-
eye and the index, making his pillgrimace of Childe Horrid, en-
grossing to his ganderpan what the idioglossary he invented under
hicks hyssop! Hock! Ickick gav him that toock, imitator! And it
was entirely theck latter to blame. Does he drink because I am sorely
there shall be no more Kates and Nells. If you see him it took
place there. It was given meeck, thank the Bench, to assist at the
whole thing byck special chancery licence. As often as I think of
that unbloody housewarmer, Shem Skrivenitch, always cutting
my prhose to please his phrase, bogorror, I declare I get the
jawache! Be me punting his reflection he'd begin his beogre-
fright in muddyass ribalds. Digteter! Grundtsagar! Swop beef!
You know he's peculiar, that eggschicker, with the smell of old
woman off him, to suck nothing of his switchedupes. M.D. made
his ante mortem for him. He was grey at three, like sygnus the
swan, when he made his boo to the public and barnacled up to the
eyes when he repented after seven. The alum that winters on his
top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till
that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. He was down
with the whooping laugh at the age of the loss of reason the
whopping first time he prediseased me. He's weird, I tell you, and
middayevil down to his vegetable soul. Never mind his falls
feet and his tanbark complexion. That's why he was forbidden
tomate and was warmed off the ricecourse of marrimoney, under
the Helpless Corpses Enactment. I'm not at all surprised the saint
kicked him whereby the sum taken Berkeley showed the reason
genrously. Negas, negasti     negertop, negertoe, negertoby, ne-
grunter! Then he was pusched out of Thingamuddy's school
by Miss Garterd, for itching. Then he caught the europicolas and
went into the society of jewses. With Bro Cahlls and Fran Czeschs

and Bruda Pszths and Brat Slavos. One temp when he foiled to
be killed, the freak wanted to put his bilingual head intentionally
through the Ikish Tames and go and join the clericy as a demoni-
can skyterrier. Throwing dust in the eyes of the Hooley Fer-
mers! He used to be avowdeed as he ought to be vitandist. For
onced I squeaked by twyst I'll squelch him. Then he went to
Cecilia's treat on his solo to pick up Galen. Asbestopoulos! Inku-
pot! He has encaust in the blood. Shim! I have the outmost con-
tempt for. Prost bitten! Conshy! Tiberia is waiting on you,
arestocrank! Chaka a seagull ticket at Gattabuia and Gabbiano's!
Go o'er the sea, haythen, from me and leave your libber to TCD.
Your puddin is cooked! You're served, cram ye! Fatefully
yaourth . . . Ex. Ex. Ex. Ex.
    — But for what, thrice truthful teller, Shaun of grace? weakly
we went on to ask now of the gracious one. Vouchsafe to say.
You will now, goodness, won't you? Why?
    — For his root language, if you ask me whys, Shaun replied,
as he blessed himself devotionally like a crawsbomb, making act
of oblivion, footinmouther! (what the thickuns else?) which he
picksticked into his lettruce invrention. Ullhodturdenweirmud-
surtkrinmgernrackinarockar! Thor's for yo!
    — The hundredlettered name again, last word of perfect lan-
guage. But you could come near it, we do suppose, strong Shaun
O', we foresupposed. How?
    — Peax! Peax! Shaun replied in vealar penultimatum. 'Tis
pebils before Sweeney's as he swigged a slug of Jon Jacobsen
from his treestem sucker cane. Mildbut likesome! I might as
well be talking to the four waves till tibbes grey eves and the
rests asleep. Frost! Nope! No one in his seven senses could as
I have before said, only you missed my drift, for it's being in-
cendiary. Every dimmed letter in it is a copy and not a few of the
silbils and wholly words I can show you in my Kingdom of
Heaven. The lowquacity of him! With his threestar monothong!
Thaw! The last word in stolentelling! And what's more right-
down lowbrown schisthematic robblemint! Yes. As he was rising

my lather. Like you. And as I was plucking his goosybone. Like
yea. He store the tale of me shur. Like yup. How's that for
    — Still in a way, not to flatter you, we fancy you that you are
so strikingly brainy and well letterread in yourshelves as ever were
the Shamous Shamonous, Limited, could use worse of yourself, in-
genious Shaun, we still so fancied, if only you would take your
time so and the trouble of so doing it. Upu now!
    — Undoubtedly but that is show, Shaun replied, the mutter-
melk of his blood donor beginning to work, and while innocent
of disseminating the foul emanation, it would be a fall day I
could not, sole, so you can keep your space and by the power of
blurry wards I am loyable to do it (I am convicted of it!) any time
ever I liked (bet ye fippence off me boot allowance!) with the
allergrossest transfusiasm as, you see, while I can soroquise the
Siamanish better than most, it is an openear secret, be it said,
how I am extremely ingenuous at the clerking even with my
badily left and, arrah go braz, I'd pinsel it with immenuensoes
as easy as I'd perorate a chickerow of beans for the price of two
maricles and my trifolium librotto, the authordux Book of Lief,
would, if given to daylight, (I hold a most incredible faith about
it) far exceed what that bogus bolshy of a shame, my soamheis
brother, Gaoy Fecks, is conversant with in audible black and
prink. Outragedy of poetscalds! Acomedy of letters! I have
them all, tame, deep and harried, in my mine's I. And one of
these fine days, man dear, when the mood is on me, that I
may willhap cut my throat with my tongue tonight but I will
be ormuzd moved to take potlood and introvent it Paatryk just
like a work of merit, mark my words and append to my mark
twang, that will open your pucktricker's ops for you, broather
brooher, only for, as a papst and an immature and a nayophight
and a spaciaman spaciosum and a hundred and eleven other things,
I would never for anything take so much trouble of such doing.
And why so? Because I am altogether a chap too fly and hairyman
for to infradig the like of that ultravirulence. And by all I hold
sacred on earth clouds and in heaven I swear to you on my piop

and oath by the awe of Shaun (and that's a howl of a name!) that
I will commission to the flames any incendiarist whosoever or
ahriman howsoclever who would endeavour to set ever annyma
roner moother of mine on fire. Rock me julie but I will soho!
    And, with that crickcrackcruck of his threelungged squool
from which grief had usupped every smile, big hottempered
husky fusky krenfy strenfy pugiliser, such as he was, he virtually
broke down on the mooherhead, getting quite jerry over her,
overpowered by himself with the love of the tearsilver that
he twined through her hair for, sure, he was the soft semplgawn
slob of the world with a heart like Montgomery's in his showchest
and harvey loads of feeling in him and as innocent and undesign-
ful as the freshfallen calef. Still, grossly unselfish in sickself, he
dished allarmes away and laughed it off with a wipe at his pud-
gies and a gulp apologetic, healing his tare be the smeyle of his
oye, oogling around. Him belly no belong sollow mole pigeon.
Ally bully. Fu Li's gulpa. Mind you, now, that he was in the
dumpest of earnest orthough him jawr war hoo hleepy hor halk
urthing hurther. Moe like that only he stopped short in looking
up up upfrom his tide shackled wrists through the ghost of an
ocean's, the wieds of pansiful heathvens of joepeter's gaseytotum
as they are telling not but were and will be, all told, scruting fore-
back into the fargoneahead to feel out what age in years tropical,
ecclesiastic, civil or sidereal he might find by the sirious pointstand
of Charley's Wain (what betune the spheres sledding along the
lacteal and the mansions of the blest turning on old times) as ere-
while had he craved of thus, the dreamskhwindel necklassoed him,
his thumbs fell into his fists and, lusosing the harmonical balance
of his ballbearing extremities, by the holy kettle, like a flask of
lightning over he careened (O the sons of the fathers!) by the
mightyfine weight of his barrel (all that prevented the happering
of who if not the asterisks betwink themselves shall ever?) and,
as the wisest postlude course he could playact, collaspsed in en-
semble and rolled buoyantly backwards in less than a twink-
ling via Rattigan's corner out of farther earshot with his highly
curious mode of slipashod motion, surefoot, sorefoot, slickfoot,

slackfoot, linkman laizurely, lampman loungey, and by Killesther's
lapes and falls, with corks, staves and treeleaves and more bub-
bles to his keelrow a fairish and easy way enough as the town cow
cries behind the times in the direction of Mac Auliffe's, the crucet-
house, Open the Door Softly, down in the valley before he was
really uprighted ere in a dip of the downs (uila!) he spoorlessly
disappaled and vanesshed, like a popo down a papa, from circular
circulatio. Ah, mean!
    Gaogaogaone! Tapaa!
    And the stellas were shinings. And the earthnight strewed
aromatose. His pibrook creppt mong the donkness. A reek was
waft on the luftstream. He was ours, all fragrance. And we were
his for a lifetime. O dulcid dreamings languidous! Taboccoo!
    It was sharming! But sharmeng!
    And the lamp went out as it couldn't glow on burning, yep, the
lmp wnt out for it couldn't stay alight.
    Well, (how dire do we thee hours when thylike fades!) all's dall
and youllow and it is to bedowern that thou art passing hence,
mine bruder, able Shaun, with a twhisking of the robe, ere the
morning of light calms our hardest throes, beyond cods' cradle
and porpoise plain, from carnal relations undfamiliar faces, to the
inds of Tuskland where the oliphants scrum till the ousts of 
Amiracles where the toll stories grow proudest, more is the pity, 
but for all your deeds of goodness you were soo ooft and for 
ever doing, manomano and myriamilia even to mulimuli, as
our humbler classes, whose virtue is humility, can tell, it is hardly
we in the country of the old, Sean Moy, can part you for, oleypoe,
you were the walking saint, you were, tootoo too stayer, the
graced of gods and pittites and the salus of the wake. Countenance
whose disparition afflictedly fond Fuinn feels. Winner of the
gamings, primed at the studience, propredicted from the story-
bouts, the choice of ages wise! Spickspookspokesman of our
specturesque silentiousness! Musha, beminded of us out there in
Cockpit, poor twelve o'clock scholars, sometime or other any-
when you think the time. Wisha, becoming back to us way home
in Biddyhouse one way or either anywhere we miss your smile.

Palmwine breadfruit sweetmeat milksoup! Suasusupo! However!
Our people here in Samoanesia will not be after forgetting you
and the elders luking and marking the jornies, chalkin up drizzle
in drizzle out on the four bare mats. How you would be thinking
in your thoughts how the deepings did it all begin and how you
would be scrimmaging through your scruples to collar a hold of
an imperfection being committled. Sireland calls you. Mery Loye
is saling moonlike. And Slyly mamourneen's ladymaid at Glads-
house Lodge. Turn your coat, strong character, and tarry among
us down the vale, yougander, only once more! And may the mosse
of prosperousness gather you rolling home! May foggy dews be-
diamondise your hooprings! May the fireplug of filiality reinsure
your bunghole! May the barleywind behind glow luck to your
bathershins! 'Tis well we know you were loth to leave us,
winding your hobbledehorn, right royal post, but, aruah sure,
pulse of our slumber, dreambookpage, by the grace of Votre
Dame, when the natural morning of your nocturne blankmerges
into the national morning of golden sunup and Don Leary gets
his own back from old grog Georges Quartos as that goodship the
Jonnyjoys takes the wind from waterloogged Erin's king, you
will shiff across the Moylendsea and round up in your own
escapology some canonisator's day or other, sack on back, alack!
digging snow, (not so?) like the good man you are, with your
picture pockets turned knockside out in the rake of the rain for
fresh remittances and from that till this in any case, timus tenant,
may the tussocks grow quickly under your trampthickets and
the daisies trip lightly over your battercops.