longly, a wail went forth. Pure
- mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul
- shape, brief wallet to his side, and arm
loose, by his staff of
- briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over,
- of cause, but his drama
parapolylogic had yet to be,
- distressfully (but, my dear, how successfully!) to wail he did,
- his locks of a lucan
tinge, quickrich, ripely
- those lashbetasselled lids on the verge of closing time, whiles
- ouze of his sidewiseopen mouth the breath of him, evenso
- languishing as the
treacle or lichee
- purse could buy. Yawn in a
semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!)
- what helpings of honeyful
swoothead (phew!), which
- piercing dulcitude! As were you suppose to go and push with
- your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his fleshasplush
- of some chubby boybold love of an angel.
- When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade,
- home fires burning, so on the churring call themselves came at
- him, from the westborders of the eastmidlands, three kings of
- three suits and a crowner, from all their
cardinal parts, along
- the amber way where Brosna's
furzy. To lift them they did,
- senators four, by the first quaint
skreek of the gloaming and
- they hopped it up the
mountainy molehill, traversing
- of old times gone by of the days not worth remembering;
- inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a sevenply
- sweat of night blues
moist upon them. Feefee! phopho!!
- foorchtha!!! aggala!!!! jeeshee!!!!! paloola!!!!!!
- Afeared themselves were to wonder at the class of a crossroads
- puzzler he would likely be, length by
breadth nonplussing his
- thickness, ells upon ells of him, making so many square yards of
- him, one half of him in Conn's half but the whole of him never-
- theless in Owenmore's five quarters. There would he lay till
- they would him descry,
spancelled down upon a blossomy bed, at
- one foule
stretch, amongst the daffydowndillies, the flowers of
- narcosis fourfettering his
footlights, a halohedge of wild
- hovering over him, epicures
waltzing with gardenfillers, puritan
- shoots advancing to Aran chiefs.
Phopho!! The meteor pulp
- of him, the seamless
rainbowpeel. Aggala!!!! His bellyvoid of
- nebulose with his neverstop navel.
Paloola!!!!!! And his veins
- shooting melanite phosphor, his
- his asteroid knuckles, ribs and members.
- electrolatiginous twisted entrails belt.
- Those four claymen
clomb together to hold their sworn
- chamber quiry on him. For he was ever their quarrel, the way
- they would see themselves, everybug his
bodiment atop of
- annywom her notion, and the meet of their
noght was worth two
- of his morning. Up to the esker
ridge it was, Mallinger parish, to a
- mead that was not far, the son's rest. First klettered Shanator
- Gregory, seeking spoor through the deep
- Lyons, trailing the wavy line of his
partition footsteps (some-
- thing in his blisters was telling him all along how he had
- been in that place one time), then his Recordership, Dr
- dure Tarpey, caperchasing after honourable sleep, hot on to the
- aniseed and, up out of his
prompt corner, old Shunny
- MacDougal the hiker, in the
rere of them on the run, to make a
- quorum. Roping their ass he was, their skygrey
- by way of an afterthought and by no means legless either for
- such sprouts on him they were that much oneven it was tumbling
- he was by four
lengths, within the bawl of a mascot, kuss
- kuss cley, patsy
watsy, like the kapr in the kabisses, the big ass,
- to hear with his unaided ears the harp in the air, the bugle
- dianablowing, wild as wild, the
mockingbird whose word is
- misfortune, so 'tis said, the bulbul down the wind.
- The proto was
traipsing through the tangle then,
- Walker, godsons' goddestfar,
deputising for gossipocracy,
- and his station was a few perch to the
weatherside of the
- knoll Asnoch and it was from no other place unless there, how
- and ever, that he proxtended
aloof upon the ether Mesmer's
- Manuum, the hand making silence. The buckos beyond on the
- then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way
- they set ward about him, doing obedience, nod, bend, bow and
- curtsey, like the watchers of
Prospect, upholding their
- awake prober's hats on their firrum heads, the travelling court on
- its findings circuiting that personer in his fallen. And a
- youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and
- chomorers, all told, with their
daimons, spites and
- clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was
- the odd trick of the
pack, trump and no friend of carrots. And,
- what do you think, who should be laying there above all other
- persons forenenst them only Yawn! All of
asprawl he was laying
- too amengst the poppies and, I can tell you something more than
- that, drear writer, profoundly as you may
bedeave to it, he was
- oscasleep asleep. And it was far more similar to a satrap he lay there
- with unctuous beauty all surrounded, the
poser, or for whatall I
- know like Lord Lumen, coaching his preferred constellations in
- faith and doctrine, for old Matt Gregory, 'tis he had the
- erie, Marcus Lyons and Lucas Metcalfe Tarpey and the mack
- that never forgave the ass that lurked behind him, Jonny na
- More than their good share of their five senses
- you would say themselves were, fuming
censor, the way they
- could not rightly tell their heels from their stools as they cooched
- down a mamalujo by his
cubical crib, as question time drew
- nighing and the map of the souls' groupography rose in
- within their quarterings, to play tops or kites or hoops or marbles,
- curchycurchy, gawking on him, for the
issuance of his pnum and
- softnoising one of them to another one, the boguaqueesthers.
- And it is what they began to say to him tetrahedrally then, the
- masters, what way was he.
giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived.
Yerra, why dat, my leader?
Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah?
Or his wind's from the wrong cut, says Ned of the Hill.
Why so and speak up, do you hear me, you sir?
rehearsing somewan's funeral.
- And as they were spreading abroad on their
- drifter nets, the chromous
gleamy seiners' nets
and, no lie, there was
- word of assonance being
softspoken among those quartermasters.
Get busy, kid!
The present hospices is a good time.
take on that chap.
- For it was in the back of their mind's
- how they would be spreading in quadriliberal their
- fine attractable nets, their nansen nets, from Matt Senior to the
- thurrible mystagogue after him and from
thence to the neighbour
- and that way to the puisny
donkeyman and his crucifer's
- And in their minds years
backslibris, so it was,
- how they would be meshing that way, when he
rose to it, with
- the planckton at play about him, the
quivers of scaly
- their clutches of chromes of the highly
lucid spanishing gold
- whilst, as hour gave way to
mazing hour, with Yawn himself
- keeping time with his thripthongue, to
ope his blurbeous lips he
- would, a let out classy, the way
myrrh of the moor and molten
- moonmist would be melding
mellifond indo his mouth.
Ecko! How sweet thee answer makes!
Afterwheres? In the
- land of lions' odor?
Friends! First if yu don't mind. Name yur historical
This same prehistoric barrow 'tis, the
I see. Very good now. It is in your
orangery, I take it, you
- have your letters. Can you hear here me, you sir?
Throsends. For my darling.
So long aforetime? Can you hear better?
Millions. For godsends. For my darling
Now, to come nearer zone; I would like to raise my
- deuterous point audibly touching this. There is this
- I am told by our interpreter, Hanner
Esellus, that there are fully
- six hundred and six ragwords in your
- guage in which wald wand rimes alpman and there is
resin in all
- roots for monarch but yav
hace not one pronouncable teerm that
- blows in all the vallums of tartallaght to
signify majestate, even
- provisionally, nor no rheda
rhoda or torpentine path or
- nian via nor aurellian
gape nor sunkin rut nor grossgrown
- nor crimeslaved cruxway and no
moorhens cry or mooner's
- plankgang there to lead us to hopenhaven. Is such the unde deri-
- vatur casematter messio! Frankly. Magis megis
- hoc intelligow.
How? C'est mal
tartagliano, perfrances. Vous
- n'avez pas d'o dans votre boche provenciale, mousoo. Je
- cline mais Moy jay trouvay la clee dang les champs. Hay sham nap
- poddy velour, come on!
Hep there! Commong, sa na pa de valure? Whu's teit dans
- yur jambs? Whur's that inclining and talkin about the
- so cloover? A true's to your trefling! Whure yu!
Trinathan partnick dieudonnay. Have you seen her?
- Typette, my tactile O!
Are you in your
fatherick, lonely one?
The same. Three persons. Have you seen my darling only
- one? I am sohohold!
What are yu
shevering about, ultramontane, like a
- Is there cold on ye, doraphobian? Or do yu want yur
The woods of fogloot! O mis padredges!
Whisht awhile, greyleg! The duck is rising and you'll wake
- that stand of plover. I know that place better than anyone. Sure,
- I used to be always overthere on the fourth day at
- mother's place, Tear-nan-Ogre,
my little grey home in the west,
- in or about Mayo
long dog gave tongue
- coursing the marches
straining at the leash.
- shell for a guineagould!
Burb! Burb! Burb! Follow me up
- Tucurlugh! That's the place for the claire
- County Conway. I never knew how rich I was like
another story in
- the zoedone of the zephyros,
strolling and strolling, carrying my
thass withumpronouceable tail,
- the shore. Do you know my cousin, Mr Jasper
- keeps the Anchor on the Mountain, the parson's
son, Jasper of
- the Tuns, Pat Whateveryournameis?
and I dood. The wolves of Fochlut! By Whydoyou-
- callme? Do not flingamejig to the twolves!
amd that's a good wan
right enough! Wooluvs
- no less!
moment now, if I
foreshorten the bloss on your
- bleather. Encroachement
Dunlin and turnstone
- augur us where,
how and when best as to burial of
- lage of dump and committal
noisance. But, since you invocate
- austers for the trailing
of vixens, I would like to send a
- rant around this blue lagoon. Tell me now this. You
- larned friend
rather previously, a moment since, about this
- or barrow. Now I
suggest to you that ere there was this
- burrow, as you
seem to call it, there was a burialbattell,
- of millions of years. Would you bear me out
in that, relatively
- speaking, with her jackstaff
jerking at her pennyladders, why
- not, and sizing a fair sail,
knowest thout the kind? The
- Pas, bound
for Weissduwasland, that
- Webster says, our ship that ne're returned. The Frenchman,
- was an orangeboat. He is a boat. You see him. The
- you see is they! Draken
ate it? What!
- Hennu! Spake
cortege, ringbarrow, dungcairn.
Beseek the runes
- and see the longurn!
Allmaun away when you hear the gang-
- horn. And meet
Nautsen. Ess Ess. O
- ning two lay payees.
Norsker. Her raven
flag was out, the
- slaver. I trow
pon good, jordan's scaper,
- trustyman. Crouch
pigeons three! Say, call that girl with
- the tan tress
awn! Call Wolfhound!
Wolf of the sea.
good now. That
folklore's straight from the ass
- mouth. I will crusade
on with the
parent ship, weather prophet-
- ting, far away from those green hills, a station,
Ireton tells me,
for keeltappers, now to come
to the midnight
- on this levantine
ponenter. From Daneland sailed the oxeyed
- man, now mark well what I
Magnus Spadebeard, korsets
- A destroyer
in our port.
Signed to me with his baling
- bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle
Oh, Jeyses, fluid! says
the poisoned well. Futtfishy the
- First. Hootchcopper's
enkel at the navel manuvres!
Bill of old
Bailey! Whu's he? Whu's
- this lad, why the pups?
Hunkalus Childared Easterheld. It's his lost chance,
- Emania Ware him well.
Hey! Did you dream you were ating
- acushla, that
you tied yourself up that
I see now. We move in the beast circuls.
- pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A
- dread for a
dragon vicefather. Hillcloud
encompass us! You
- mean you lived as milky
- learned, volp volp, to howl yourself wolfwise. Dyb!
- your best.
I am dob dob dobbling like old
Booth's, courteous. The
- cubs are after
me, it zeebs, the whole
vuk vuk and
- vuk vuk to them, for Robinson's shield.
Scents and gouspils! The animal jangs
again! Find the
- fingall harriers!
Here howl me
wiseacre's hat till I die of the
- milkman's lupus!
What? Wolfgang? Whoah! Talk very
- Hail him heathen, heal him
Recourser, Changechild ..............?
- Eld es
endall, earth .....................?
A cataleptic mithyphallic!
Was this Totem
- Ancestor yu hald in Dies Eirae
where no spider webbeth or
- Anno Mundi
in Skiffstrait? Be fair, Chris!
nonday I sleep. I dreamt of a somday.
- wonday I shall wake. Ah! May he have now of here
- me! Sinflowed,
O sinflowed! Fia! Fia!
I have your tristich now; it recurs
in three times the same
- differently (there is such a fui fui story which
obtains of him):
- comming nown
asphalt to the concrete,
from the human
- historic brute,
occeanyclived, to this same
hillsir from yours, Mr Tupling
Toun of Morning
- de Heights, with his lavast flow and his rambling
- would he reoccur Ad Horam,
as old Romeo Rogers, in city or
- county, and your sure ob, or by, with or from an urb,
- know the differenciabus,
brauchbarred in apabhramsa,
- We speak of Gun, the farther. And in the locative.
Ouer Tad, Hellig Babbau,
- re humeplace
of Chivitats Ei, Smithwick,
- Salem (Mass),
Childers, Argos and Duthless. Well, I
- he might in a sense be both nevertheless, every at
man like my-
- self, suffix
it to say, Abrahamsk and Brookbear! By him it was
- done bapka, by me it was gone into, to whom it will
- Mushame, Mushame! I am afraid you could not heave
- of your own old stepstones,
barnabarnabarn, over a
- down wall here in Huddlestown
to this classic Noctuber night
- but itandthey woule
binge, much as
vecious, off the dosshouse
- back of a racerider in his truetoflesh
- on her flat or
barely repeating himself. That is a tiptip tim oldy
- faher now the man I go in fear of, Tommy Terracotta,
- could be all your and my das,
the brodar of the
founder of the
- father of the finder of the pfander
pfunder of the furst
- in Ranelagh, fuč fuč Petries
violet ice (I am yam, as Me
- and Tam Tower used to jagger pemmer it, over at the
- Eddy's Christy, meaning Dodgfather, Dodgson and
- spiriduous sanction!
softly. Aures are aureas. Hau's his
Me das has or oreils. Piercey, piercey, piercey, piercey!
eyeluscious and muddyhorsebroth!
- But where do we get off,
Haltstille, Lucas and Dublinn! Vulva!
Macdougal, Atlantic City, or his onagrass
that is, chuam
- and coughan! I would go near identifying you from
- tides, Jong of Maho,
and the weslarias round your yokohahat.
- And that O'mulanchonry plucher you have from the
- curst of Ireland, Glwlwd of the Mghtwg Grwpp, is no
- you either, Johnny my donkeyschott.
Number four, fix up your
and pull your
Hooshin hom to our regional's hin
the gander of
- Hayden. Would ye ken
a young stepschuler of psychical
- graphy, the name of Keven, or (let outers
pray) Evan Vaughan,
- of his Posthorn
in the High Street, that was
shooing a Guiney
- gagag, Poulepinter,
that found the
dogumen number one, I
- would suggest, an illegible
downfumbed by an
If I do know sinted sageness?
Sometimes he would keep
- silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and clasp
his forehead and
- during the time he would be thinking to himself and
- not mind anybody who would be talking to him or
fish. But I no way need you, stroke oar
nor your quick
- handles. Your
too farfar a
cock of the north there, Matty
- and your due
South I see. You're up-in-Leal-Ulster
- in-Easia, this is much better. He is cured by faith
who is sick of
- fate. The prouts
who will invent a writing there
ultimately is the
- poeta, still more
learned, who discovered the
raiding there origin-
- ally. That's the point of eschatology
book of kills reaches
- for now in soandso many counterpoint
words. What can't be
- coded can be decorded if an ear aye
sieze what no eye ere grieved
- for. Now, the doctrine obtains,
occasioning cause caus-
- ing effects and affects occasionally recausing
altereffects. Or I
- will let me take it upon myself
to suggest to
twist the penman's
- tale posterwise.
gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand
- the hand of Sameas. Shan
- Shim - Schung. There is a strong
- suspicion on counterfeit
Kevin and we all remember
ye in child-
- hood's reverye.
'Tis the bells of scandal that gave tune to
- grumble over
him and someone between me and thee. He would
- preach to the
two turkies and dipdip all the
dindians, this master
- the abbey, and give gold tidings
to all that are in the bonze age
- of anteproresurrectionism
to entrust their easter neappearance
- to Borsaiolini's house of hatcraft.
He is our sent on the firm.
- Now, have you reasonable hesitancy in your mind
- after fourpriest redmass
or are you in your
post? Tell me andat
- sans dismay.
Fierappel putting years on me! Nwo, nwo! This bolt
- hand be my worder!
I'll see you moved farther,
- Marcantonio! What cans such wretch to say to I or
how have My
- to doom with
him? We were
wombful of mischief
- wise, everliking a liked, hairytop
on heeltipper, alpybecca's
- wachsibles, an ikeson am ikeson, that babe, imprincipially,
- leperd brethern,
innocens of but fifteen primes.
- Ya all in your
kalblionized so trilustriously standing the real
- school, to be upright as his match, healtheous as
- so the salt and good wee braod,
did I alter-
- mobile him to a flare insiding
ike hins kinder-
- gardien? I know not, O cashla,
I am sure
- undered heaven,
meis enfins, contrasting the
first mover, that
- father I ascend fromming knows, as I think, caused
whom I, a
- self the sign, came remaining being dwelling ayr,
- watford as to
I was eltered impostulance possessing my future
- state falling towards thrice myself resting the
- I received the habit following Mezienius connecting
- including was verted embracing
- hairs, Oh laud, and removed my clothes from patristic
- meas minimas
culpads! Permitting this
- crouched low
entering humble down, dead thrue mean
- logical past, making so smell partaking
myself to confess
- clean tumbluponing yous octopods,
mouthspeech allno finger-
- force, owning my mansuetude
before him attaching
- prostratingwards mine sore
accompanying my thrain
- offering meye eyesalt, what I (the person whomin I
now am) did
- not do, how he to say essied anding how he was making errand
- andanding how he all locutey
sunt, why did you, my sexth best
- friend, blabber
always you would be so
delated to back me, then
- ersed irredent,
toppling Humphrey hugging Nephew, old begge-
- laut, designing such post sitting his night
office? Annexing then,
- producing Saint Momuluius,
snub around enclosing
- moving motion touching the other catachumens
- providing append of signature quoniam
you will celebrand my
quoniam, concealed a concealer, I am twosides
- a mockbelief insulant,
ending none meer hyber irish. Well, chunk
- your dimned chink,
avtokinatown, forasmuch as
- have tooken in
hand to, I may as well humbly correct that ves-
- pian now in case of temporalities.
I've my pockets full comeplay
- of you laycreated cardonals, ap
rince, ap rowler, ap rancer, ap
- rowdey! Improperial!
I saved you fore of the Hekkites and you
- loosed me hind bland Harry
burghmote of Aud Dub. I
- teachet you in fair time, my elders, the W.X.Y.Z.
and P.Q.R.S. of
powers and you, Ailbey and Ciardeclan, I learn,
- ing me altogether, circumdeditioned
me. I brought you from the
- loups of Lazary
and you have remembered my
- cooshy lot! Mind of poison is. That time thing
- remembrance to spit humble makes.
- above you peregrines.
Aye vouchu to rumanescu. See the
- of my generations! Has not my master, Theophrastius
- maticus, written that the spirit is from the upper
circle? I'm of the
with Prestopher Palumbus
and Porvus Parrio. Soa
- koa Kelly Terry per Chelly Derry lepossette. Ho
look at my
- jailbrand Exquovis and sequencias
High marked on me
- similar in the foreign
by Pappagallus and Pumpusmugnus:
- ahem! Anglicey: Eggs squawfish lean yoe nun feed marecurious.
- Sagart can self laud nilobstant
Lowman Catlick's patrician
- morning coat of arms
with my High tripenniferry
- caudal mottams:
Itch dean: which Gaspey, Otto and
- renders: echo stay so! Addressing eat or not eat
- am. And, Mind, praisegad, is the first praisonal
- heard boissboissy in Moy Bog's domesday.
Hastan the vista! Or
- in alleman:
Yid think whose was
- asking to luckat your sore toe
or to taste your
gaspy, hot and
- sour! Ichthyan! Hegvat tosser!
Gags be plebsed!
- voyous and her consinnantes!
Thugg, Dirke and
- Rose Lankester
Blanche Yorke! Are we speachin
- landadge or are you sprakin
- where to go is knowing remain? Become quantity that
when what do? Knowing remain? Come back,
- wrily, to Bullydamestough! Cum
him, buddy rowly,
- What about your thruppenny
croucher of an old fellow, me boy,
- through the ages, tell us, eh? What about Brian's
- onlieme, Master Monk, eh, eh, Spira in Me Domino, spear me
- Doyne! Fat prize the bonafide
peachumpidgeonlover, eh, eh,
- eh, esquire
earwugs, escusado, of Jenkins' Area, with his I've Ivy
- under his tangue and the hohallo to his dullaphone,
- was a sound in the world? How big was his boost
friend and be
- shanghaied to
swaaber! The twicer,
trifoaled in Wan-
- stable! Loud's curse to him! If you hored
outerly as we
- harum lubberintly, from morning rice till nightmale,
- drums and bones and hums in drones your innereer'd
- heer he. Ho ha hi he hung! Tsing tsing!
mo, me speakee Yellman's lingas.
- Mistel Lu, please!
Me no pigey ludiments all same
Tellmastoly fella. Me pigey
savvy a singasong
- time. Pleasie, Mista Lukie Walkie! Josadam cowbelly maam
- belongame shepullamealahmalong, begolla,
- she; plentymuch boohoomeo.
Confucium and the Elements! Tootoo
- Thot's never the postal
cleric, checking chinchin chat
- ponnippers! Halt
sob story to your lambdad's tale!
- you roman cawthrick 432?
- Quadrigue my yoke.
- Triple my
- Tandem my
History as her is harped. Too the toone your owldfrow lied
- of. Tantris, hattrick,
tryst and parting, by vowelglide!
- your thrilljoy mouths overtspeaking,
dragoman, hands under-
- studium. Plunger words
paddle verbed. Mere man's mime:
- God has jest. The
old order changeth and lasts like the first.
- Every third man has a chink
in his conscience and every other
- woman has a jape
in her mind. Now, fix on the little fellow in my
- eye, Minucius Mandrake,
and follow my little psychosinology,
- poor armer in
slingslang. Now I, the lord of Tuttu, am placing
- that inital T square
jade upright to your temple a
- moment. Do you see anything, templar?
. . . who is carrying on
- his brainpan
. . . a cathedral of lovejelly
for his . . . Tiens,
- he is like somebodies!
Pious, a pious person. What sound of tistress
- ear? I horizont the same, this serpe
ramshead, and lay it
- lightly to your lip a little. What do you feel,
feel a fine lady . . . floating on a
- isisglass .
. . with gold hair to the bed . . . and white arms to the
- twinklers . .
. O la la!
in a pure manner. O, sey but swift and still a vain
- essaying! Trothed
trenned tomorrow. I invert the initial
- of your tripartite
and sign it
sternly, and adze
to girdle on your
- breast. What do you hear, breastplate?
ahear of a
slappin his feet in a
- pool of bran.
acting like a bellax. And so the
- passes. Out of a hillside
into a hillside. Fairshee fading. Again
- am I deliciated
picaresqueness of your irmages.
- the oneir
urge iterimpellant, I feel
called upon to ask did it
- ever occur to you, qua you,
prior to this, by a stretch of
- your iberborealic
imagination, when it's
quicker than this quack-
- ing that you might, bar
accidens, be very largely substituted in
- potential secession
from your next life by a
- acter, voices apart? Upjack! I shudder
for your thought! Think!
- Put from your mind that and take on trust
this. The next word
- depends on your answer.
thinking to, thogged be
thenked! I was just trying to
- think when I thought I felt a flea.
I might have. I cannot say for
- it is of no significance at all. Once or twice when
I was in odin-
- burgh with my addlefoes, Jake
Jones, the handscabby, when I
- thinkled I wore trying on my garden substisuit,
boy's apert, at
- my nexword nighboor's, and maybe more largely nor
- quosh yet you, messmate,
realise. A few times, so to
shape, I chanced
- to be stretching, in the shadow as I thought, the
- of myself in my ericulous
imaginating. I felt feeling a half Scotch
- and pottage
like roung my
middle ageing like Bewley
- baste so that I
indicate out to myself and I swear my gots how
- that I'm not meself at all, no jolly
fear, when I realise bimiselves
- how becomingly
I to be going to become.
is that the way with you, you
craythur? In the becom-
- ing was the weared,
wontnat! Hood maketh not
frere. The voice
- is the voice of jokeup,
I fear. Are you imitation Roma now or
- Amor now. You have all our empathies,
Trickpat, if you
- don't mind, that is, aside from sings and mush,
answering to my
- straight question?
God save the monk! I won't mind this is, answering to
- your strict crossqueets,
whereas it would be as unethical for me
- now to answer as it would have been nonsensical
for you then
- not to have asked. Same no can, home no will,
gangin I am.
- Gangang is Mine and I will return. Out of my name
you call me,
- Leelander. But in my shelter you'll miss me. When
he's darkest horse in
Capalisoot. You knew me once
- but you won't know me twice. I am simpliciter
- the schoo, Freeday's child in loving and thieving.
My child, know this! Some portion of that answer appears
- to have been token by you from the writings of
- that first liar. Let us hear, therefore, as you
honour and obey the
- queen, whither
the indwellingness of
that which shamefieth be
- entwined of
one or atoned of two. Let us hear, Art simplicissime!
Dearly beloved brethren: Bruno
and Nola, leymon bogholders
- and stationary
orangey Saint Nessau Street, were
- explaining it avicendas
all round each other ere yesterweek out
- of Ibn Sen and
Ipanzussch. When himupon Nola Bruno
- polises his egobruno most unwillingly
seses by the mortal powers
- alionola equal and opposite brunoipso, id
est, eternally provoking
- alio opposite equally as provoked as Bruno at being
- opposed by Nola. Poor omniboose,
singalow singelearum: so
- is he!
One might hear in their beyond that lionroar in the air
- again, the zoohoohoom of Felin
Bruin goes to Noble,
- aver who is? If
is itsen? Or you mean
Nolans but Volans, an
- alibi, do you Mutemalice,
suffering unegoistically from the singular
- but positively enjoying on the plural? Dustify
of that sole, you
blither, thou must lie!
Oyessoyess! I never dramped
of prebeing a postman but
- I mean in ostralian someplace, mults
Cabler, of this city, whom 'tis better
- ne'er to name, my said
- looking at churches from behind, who is sender of
- Eve Cenograph
in prose and worse every
Allso's night. High
- Brazil Brandan's Deferred,
midden Erse clare
- noughtnought nein. Assass.
Dublire, per Neuropaths.
- Starving today plays punk opening tomorrow two
- wire splosh
how two plays punk Cabler. Have you forgotten
- poor Alby Sobrinos,
blighter, identifiable by the
- necessary white patch on his rear? How he went to
- land after his lungs, my sad late brother, before
Won't you join me in a small
halemerry, a bottle of
- the best, for wellmet Capeler,
united Irishmen, what though pre-
- ferring the stranger, the coughs and the itches and
- and the ratties the opulose and bilgenses, for of
his was the
- patriots mistaken. The heart that wast
our Graw McGree!
- Yet be there some who mourn
him, concluding him dead,
- and more there be that wait astand.
His fuchs up the staires
- and the ladgers in his haires,
he ought to win that V.V.C.
- Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his
- he were even among the lost! From ours
bereft beyond be-
- longs. Oremus
poor fraternibus that he may
yet escape the
- gallews and
still remain ours
faithfully departed. I wronged
- I never want to see more of bad men but I want to
- any on the airse,
like Tass with much thanks,
- he lives sameplace in the antipathies
of austrasia or anywhere
- with my fawngest
hooshmoney, safe and damned, or
- has hopped it
or who can
throw any lime on the
- my fond fosther, E. Obiit
- his condition off the Venerable Jerrybuilt,
not belonging to
- these parts, who, I remember ham to me,
when we were like
- bro and sis
castor and porridge,
with his roamin I
- suppose, expecting for his clarenx
negus, a teetotum
- He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be ashunned
- him. We were in one class of age like to two clots
of egg. I am
- most beholding
to him, my
namesick, as we sayed it in our Am-
- harican, through the Doubly
Outpassed hearts wag
- short pertimes. Worndown
shoes upon his feet, to whose
- dress no tongue can tell! In his hands a boot! Spare
me, do, a
- copper or two and happy I'll hope you'll be! It
- me behind with thanks from before and love to self
and all I
- remain here your truly friend. I am no scholar
but I loved that
- man who has africot lupps
moonshane in his profile,
- my shemblable! My freer!
I call you my
- you in your soberer otiumic
moments remind me deeply of my
- natural saywhen brothel
in feed, hop and
jollity, S. H. Devitt,
- that benighted irismaimed,
who is tearly
belaboured by Sydney
- and Alibany.
you sing it it's a study. That letter selfpenned
- other, that neverperfect everplanned?
nonday diary, this allnights
dear sir! In this wireless age any
- up bostoons.
But whoewaxed he so
anquished? Was he vector
- victored of
Mighty sure! Way way for his wehicul! A parambolator
- ram into his bagsmall
when he was reading
alawd, with two eco-
- lites and he's been failing
kink in his arts
Madonagh and Chiel, idealist
leading a double life! But who,
- for the brilliance
of brothers, is the Nolan as appearant nominally?
Mr Nolan is pronuminally
get it. By hearing his thing about a person one begins to
- place him for a certain in true. You reeker,
stands pat for
- you before a direct object in the feminine. I see.
- sname. Now, I am earnestly asking you, and putting
- between this yohou
houmonymh, will just you search
- through your gabgut memoirs
for all of two minutes for this
pronolan, fairhead on
foulshoulders. Would it be
- in twofold
too fullfully true and
- rereally a doblinganger
much about your own medium
- sandy whiskers?
Poke me nabs in the ribs
pick the erstwort
- out of his mouth.
Treble Stauter of Holy Baggot Street, formerly Sword-
- meat, who I surpassed
him lately for four and six bringing home
- the Christmas, as heavy as music, hand to eyes on
the peer for
- Noel's Arch, in blessed foster's
doing the dirty on me
- with his tantrums
and all these godforgiven
kilowatts I'd be
- better off without. She's write to him she's levt
by me, Jenny
- Rediviva! Toot!
Detter for you, Mr Nobru.
Toot toot! Better for
- you, Mr Anol!
This is the way we. Of a
When your contraman from Tuwarceathay is looking for
that is not a good sign? Not?
I speak truly, it's a shower
sign that it's not.
What though it be for the sow of
his heart? If even she
- were a good pool Pegeen?
If she ate your windowsill
you wouldn't say sow.
Would you be surprised after that my asking have you a
- bull, a bosbully, with a whistle in his tail to
scare other birds?
Were you with Sindy and Sandy attending
Goliath, a bull?
sag what you like to. I was intending
- funeral. Simply and samply.
They are too wise of solbing their silbings?
And both croon to the same theme.
is Baggut's, when a
crispin sokolist besoops
- kamps or clapperclaws
A luckchange, I
- see. Thinking young through the muddleage
spread, the moral
- fat his mental leans
on. We can
cop that with our straat that is
- called corkscrewed.
It would be the finest
- mile in every direction, from Lismore to Cape
- if they took the bint
out of the
mittle of it. You told of a tryst
- too, two a tutu. I wonder now, without releasing seeklets
- alcove, turturs
or raabraabs, have I heard mention of whose name
- anywhere? Mallowlane
Strike us up either end
- Have You Erred off Van Homper or Ebell Teresa Kane.
- He drapped has draraks an
- And he had ta barraw tha watarcrass
aff the ark-
- bashap af Yarak!
Braudribnob's on the bummel?
lillypets on the lea.
being again in becomings again. From the
- the allies through their central power?
Pirce! Perce! Quick! Queck!
Tara's thrush, the sharepusher!
And he said he was only
- taking the average grass temperature for green Thurdsday,
- blutchy scaliger! Who you know the musselman,
- mum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie,
My Mo Mum! He loves
- a drary lane.
Feel Phylliscitations to
daff Mr Hairwigger
- has just hadded twinned
little curls! He was resting between
sheets, wailing for
white warfare, prooboor
- breton, and unbiassed
embarrassment of disposal
- first woking day, by Thunder, he stepped into the breach
- on his recriution trousers and riding apron in
Baltic Bygrad, the
- old soggy, was
when the bold bhuoys of Iran wouldn't
voice you that, nice
Sandy man? Not large goodman
- is he, Sandy nice. Ask him this one minute upthrow
- of his burly
ear womit he dropped his Bass's
flat. And for
- that he was allaughed? And then baited?
Loonacied! Marterdyed!! Madwakemiherculossed!!! Ju-
- dascessed!!!! Pairaskivvymenassed!!!!! Luredogged!!!!!!
- needatellye, faulscrescendied!!!!!!!
Dias domnas! Dolled to dolthood?
- his daintree diva,
deltic dwilights, singing him henpecked
- through the bars?
My Wolossay's wild as the
- Grabashag, groogy,
scoop and I'll cure ye! Mother of emeralds,
- ara poog neighbours!
Capilla, Rubrilla and Melcamomilla! Dauby,
- out dulay! Well, I beg to traverse
same above statement by saxy
- luters in their back haul
of Coalcutter what
reflects upon my
slow poisoning as my dodear
- mainhirr was confined
guardroom, I hindustand,
- of his Filthered pilsens
due to Zenaphiah Holwell, H and
- J. C. S, Which I was bringing up my quee parapotacarry's
- in my sedown chair
with my mudfacepacket from my cash
- chemist and
family drugger, Surager
V.S. to our aural
Afamado Hairductor Achmed Borumborad, M.A.C.A,
- Sahib, of a 1001
Syringa padham, Alleypulley, to
- see what was my watergood, my mesical wasserguss,
- done by bollworm
in the rere of
- his galandhar pole on perch, together with his for
property of my deeply
who is costing
- us mostfortunes
which I am writing in mepetition to
- Djanaral, when
he was sitting him
humpbacked in dryfilthy-
- heat to his trinidads pinslers at their orpentings, entailing
mary, especially with him being forbidden
- fruit and certified by his sexular
clergy to have as badazmy
- emotional volvular,
basketful of priesters crossing
- singorgeous to aroint
- thereinafter liable
succumb when served with letters potent
- below the
belch, if my rupee repure
- took a brief one in his shirtsails
out of the
alleged given mineral,
- telling me see his
in Foraignghistan sambat papers Sunday
- tures of a welcomed
aperrytiff with vallad
Erill Pearcey O
- he never battered
one eagle's before paying me his
duty on my
parroteyes list in my nil
ensemble, in his lazy-
- chair but he hidded up my hemifaces in all my
- he locked plum
into my mirrymouth like Ysamasy morning in
- the end of time, with the so light's hope on his ruddycheeks
- rawjaws and, my charmer,
whom I dipped
my hand in, he simply
- showed me his propendiculous loadpoker,
- sissastones, which
was as then is produced in his mansway by
- this wisest of the Vikramadityationists,
with the remere remind
- remure remark, in his gulughurutty: Yran for parasites
- for the turkeycockeys
as this is for
was said by whem to whom?
It wham. But whim
Fantasy! funtasy on fantasy, amnaes fintasies! And there is
- nihil nuder
under the clothing moon. When
- of Torquells, bumpsed her dumpsydiddle down in her woolsark
- she mode our
girlery of peerlesses
to set up in all
- their bombossities
fiertey, fanned, flounced
- panned, while the massstab
exceeded is the
- measure, simplex mendaciis,
by which our Outis cuts his thruth.
- Arkaway now!
nudes say ayes
Eivin bemember for Gates of Gold for their
- suns berayed
Osirises! Be thy mouth given
- For why do you lack a link of luck to poise
pont of perfect,
- peace? On the vignetto
ragingoos. The overseer
of the house
- of the oversire of the seas, Nu-Men,
triumphant, sayeth: Fly as
- the hawk, cry as the corncrake,
Ani Latch of the
postern is thy
- name; shout!
My heart, my mother! My heart, my coming forth of
- darkness! They know not my heart, O coolun dearast!
- gloomerie! Mon glamourie! What a surpraise, dear Mr
- I to hear from your strawnummical
modesty! Yes, there was
- that skew arch
of chrome sweet home,
floodlit up above the
- flabberghosted farmament
bump where the camel got the
beryl and chrysolite,
- jade, sapphire,
jasper and lazul.
Bellona! Heavencry at earthcall, etnat
- your vulcanology
for the lava of
It's you not me's in erupting, hecklar!
being visible above thorizon,
- cluded by Satarn's
serpent ring system, the pisciolinnies
- Ardonis and Prisca Parthenopea, are a bonnies
feature in the
- northern sky. Ers, Mores
Merkery are surgents
below the rim
- of the Zenith
Hesper and Mesembria
- weep in their mansions
Noth, Haste, Soot and Waste.
Apep and Uachet! Holy snakes, chase me
- got barley under her fluencies!
he's on the
- move and he'll quivvy her with his strombolo!
- the bag of tow, as
broad above as he is below! Creeping
- through the liongrass and bullsrusshius,
- the Emfang de Maurya's
class, in Bill Shasser's Shotshrift
- academy, camouflaged as a blancmange
maple syrop! Obei-
- sance so their
sitinins is the follicity of this
Orp! Her sheik
- Slave, his dick to Dave and the fat of the land
to Guygas. The
pebbledropper haha halfahead
overground and she'd
- only chitschats
spanking bee bonetry,
Allapolloosa! Up the
- slanger! Three cheers and a heva heva for the name
giant sun is in his
emanence but which is chief of
- white dwarfees
of which he ever is
surabanded? And do you think
- I might have being his seventh! He will kitssle me
- What about his age? says you. What about it? says
I. I will
- confess to his sins and blush me further. I would misdemean
- rebuke to the libels
snots from the fleshambles,
- Synamite is
too good for them. Two overthirties in shore
- ties. She's askapot at Nile Lodge
and she's citchincarry at the
- left Mrs Hamazum's.
Will you warn your old
- at baggermen, his chokefull
chewing his chain? Responsif you
- plais. The said Sully,
barracker associated with tinkers,
- blackhand, Shovellyvans,
annoyimgmost letters and
who is Magrath's
- smells cheaply of Power's spirits, like a deepsea dibbler,
and he is
- not fit enough to throw guts
down to a bear.
- when is a maid nought a maid he would go to anyposs
- for her! So long, Sulleyman!
If they cut his nose on the
- they had their siven good reasons. Here's to the
leglift of my
- snuff and trout
henkerchoff, orange fin
with a mosaic
- of dispensations
froren black patata,
from my church
- ner. When Lynch Brother, Withworkers,
Friends and Company
- with T. C. King and the Warden of Galway is
- stretch him
sacred by the powers to the
starlight, L.B.W. Hemp,
- hemp, hurray! says the captain in the moonlight. I
- him under my pallyass and slepp on him all nights
as I would
- roll myself for holy poly
borrowing places. How we will
- make laugh over him together, me and my Riley
in the Vickar's
- bed! Quink! says
cawls to me Granny-stream-Auborne
- when I am hiding under my hair from him and I cool
- Finnyking he's so joyant
a bounder. Plunk!
said he. Inasmuch
- as I am delightful to be able to state, with the
joy of lifing in my
- forty winkers,
that a handsome sovereign was
- in their pennis
sluts maschine, alonging wath a
of maryfruit under Shadow La Rose, to both
- the legintimate
lady performers of display unquestionable, Elsebett
- and Marryetta Gunning,
H2O, by that
noblesse of leechers
- his Saxontannery
with motto in
Wwalshe's ffrenchllatin: O'Neill
- saw Queen Molly's pants: and much admired engraving,
- complet manly
parts during alleged recent act of our chief
- mergey margey magistrades,
five itches above the
- required by statues. V.I.C.5.6. If you won't
release me stop to
- please me up the leg of me. Now you see! Respect.
- Your wife. Amn. Anm. Amm. Ann.
You wish to take us, Frui Mria, by degrees, as artis litterarum-
- que patrona
but I am afraid, my poor woman of that same
- name, what with your silvanes
and your salvines, you are
Alas for livings' pledjures!
Lordy Daw and Lady Don! Uncle Foozle
- Jack! Sure, that old humbugger
boycotted and girlcutted
- in debt and doom,
on hill and haven, even by the
- flotilla, as I'm given now to understand, illscribed
in all the
and conspued in the
- tumbty, Sot on a Wall, Mute art for the Million.
There wasn't an
Dane's Island and the townlands
- from the Isle of Woman nor a one of the four
cantins nor any on
- the whole wheel of his ecunemical
conciliabulum nor nogent
- ingen meid on
allad the hold scurface of the
jorth would come
- next or nigh him, Mr Eelwhipper, seed
nursery man, or
- his allgas bumgalowre, Auxilium
Meum Solo A Domino (Amsad),
- for rime or ration,
piles or faces, after that.
wag, old Eire
wake as Piers Aurell was
have it here to my fingall's
ends. This liggy piggy wanted
- to go to the jampot. And this leggy
peggy spelt pea. And theese
- lucky puckers
pooping tooletom. Ma's
da. Da's ma.
- Madas. Sadam.
patruum cum filiabus
familiarum. Or, but, now, and,
- ariring out of her mirgery margery
watersheads and, to change
- that subjunct
traumaturgid for once in a while
- ing back to stuff, if so be
you may identify yourself with the him
- in you, that fluctuous
neck merchamtur, bloodfadder and milk-
- mudder, since
then our too many of her, Abha na Lifé, and
- on to dadaddy again, as them we're ne'er free of,
was he in tea
- e'er he went on the bier or didn't he ontime do
- heavy in sugar? He sent out Christy Columb
and he came back
- with a jailbird's unbespokables
in his beak and then he sent out
- Le Caron Crow and the peacies
are still looking for him. The
- seeker from the swayed,
the beesabouties from the parent
- Speak to the right! Rotacist
canny! He caun ne'er be bothered
- but maun e'er be
waked. If there is a future in every past that is
- present Quis est qui non
novit quinnigan and Qui quae quot at
- Quinnigan's Quake! Stump!
His producers are they not his con-
- sumers? Your exagmination round his factification
- ination of a warping
Arra irrara hirrara man, weren't they arriving in clansdes-
- tinies for the Imbandiment
of Ad Regias
Agni Dapes, fogabawlers
- and panhibernskers, after the crack
lean years, scalpjaggers
- and houthhunters, like the messicals of the great
god, a scarlet
- trainful, the Twoedged
Petrard, totalling, leggats
- their aggregate
ages two and thirty plus
- of them with insiders,
tuttifrutties allcunct, from
- Rathgar, Rathanga, Rountown and Rush, from America
- and Asia Place and the Affrian Way and Europa Parade
- sogar the wallies
of Noo Soch Wilds and from Vico, Mespil
- Rock and Sorrento,
lure of his weal
and the fear of his
- oppidumic, to
his salon de
espera in the keel
- lodes of ores flocking
fast to Mount Maximagnetic,
afeerd he was
- a gunner but
affaird to stay away, Merrionites, Dumstdumb-
- drummers, Luccanicans, Ashtoumers, Batterysby
- Krumlin Boyards,
Phillipsburgs, Cabraists and
- Ballymunites, Raheniacs and the bettlers
of Clontarf, for to
- template in manifest
and pay their
before the both
- of him, twelve stone a side, with their Thieve le
Rouč! and their
- Shvr yr Thrst!
and their Uisgye ad
Inferos! and their Usque
at and in the
primises of his del-
- hightful bazar
and reunited magazine hall, by
the magazine wall,
- Hosty's and Co, Exports, for his five hundredth and
- borthday, the grand old Magennis Mor, Persee
and Rahli, taker
- of the tributes, their Rinseky Poppakork
Piowtor the Grape,
- holding Dunker's durbar,
boot kings and
- and shawhs from paisley
muftis in muslim
- reiseines and jordan almonders
and a row of
- odd principeza
pettedcoat and the queen of knight's
- and the claddagh ringleaders
and the two
salaames and the Halfa
- Ham and the Hanzas Khan
with two fat
Maharashers and the
- German selver geyser
polished up, protemptible,
- bulating to himsilf so silfrich,
and there was J. B.
- best tyrent of ourish
times, and a
swanks of French wine stuarts
- and Tudor keepsakes
Cesarevitch for the current coun-
- ter Leodegarius Sant Legerleger riding
lapsaddlelonglegs up the
- oakses staircase on muleback like Amaxodias
- quarters to the fore and kick to the lift, and he handygrabbed
- to his trulley natural anthem: Horsibus, keep your tailyup,
- as much as the halle
of the vacant
- Buttery, could
accomodate of the houses of
- Betters M.P, permeated
- Flawhoolags F.P, and Agiapommenites A.P, and
- melites P.P, and
Ulster Kong and Munster's
- Athclee Ensigning and Athlone Poursuivant
and his Imperial
- Catchering, his fain awan, and his gemmynosed
- in epheud and ordilawn and his diamondskulled granddaucher,
- Adamantaya Liubokovskva, all murdering Irish, amok
- amak, out of their boom companions
paunchjab and dogril
- and pammel and gougerotty, after plenty of his
fresh stout and
- his good balls of
malt, not to forget his oels a'mona
nor his beers
- o'ryely, sopped
down by his pani's annagolorum, (at Kennedy's
- kiln she kned
her dough, back of her bake for me, buns!)
- izing and communicanting in the deification
of his members, for
- to nobble or salvage
their herobit of him, the
with his arthurious clayroses,
- Wrack, busted
to the wurld
at large, on the table
round, with the
- floodlight switched back, as true as the Vernons
- sword, and a dozen and one by one tilly
tallows round in ring-
- campf, circumassembled
by his daughters in the
- his sons, lying
high as he lay in all dimensions, in
court dress and
- ludmers chain, with a hogo,
fluorescent of his
- him, like the cummulium of scents in an italian
- clustered on
his hayir, the spectrem of his prisent mocking the
of his dadtid,
bagpuddingpodded to the deafspot,
- bewept of his
serafim, poors and personalities, ven-
- turous, drones
and dominators, ancients and
- his buttend
up, expositoed for sale after
- bulgy and
blowrious, bunged to ignorious,
healed cured and
- embalsemate, pending
rouseruction of his bogey,
- astounded, as
it turned up, after his life
overlasting, at thus being
- reduced to nothing.
Bappy-go-gully and gaff
for us all! And all his morties
Mulo Mulelo! Homo
- Humilo! Dauncy
O! Dood dood dood! O Bawse! O
- Boese! O Muerther! O Mord! Mahmato! Moutmaro! O Smir-
- tsch! O Smertz! Woh Hillill! Woe Hallall! Thou
- Thaunaton! Umartir! Udamnor! Tschitt! Mergue!
- Huam Khuam! Malawinga! Malawunga! Ser Oh Ser! See
- See! Hamovs! Hemoves! Mamor! Rockquiem
eternuel give donal
- aye in dolmeny!
his eyis! (Psich!).
But there's leps of flam
in Funnycoon's Wick. The keyn
- has passed. Lung lift the keying!
God save you king! Muster of
the Hidden Life!
I had four in the morn-
- ing and a couple of the lunch and three later on,
but your saouls
- to the dhaoul, do ye. Finnk. Fime. Fudd?
Impassable tissue of improbable liyers!
D'yu mean to
- there where y'are now, coddlin
supernumerary leg, wi'that
- bizar tongue in yur
tolkshap, and your hindies and
shindies, like a
- muck in a market,
Sorley boy, repeating yurself, and tell me that?
I mean to sit here on this altknoll
where you are now,
- Surly guy, replete
in myself, as long as I live, in my
- like a sleepingtop, with all that's buried ofsins
- insidesofme. If I can't upset
this pound of pressed
ollaves I can
- sit up zounds
of sounds upon him.
Oliver! He may be an earthpresence. Was
- did I hear the Dingle
bagpipes Wasting war and? Watch!
tris a ni ma mea!
Prisoner of Love!
- Lowlaid Herd! Aubain
Hand! Wonted Foot! Usque! Usque!
- Usque! Lignum
in . . .
Rawth of Gar and Donnerbruck
Fire? Is the strays world
- moving mound or what static babel
is this, tell us?
whoishe whoishe whoishe
linking in? Whoishe
- whoishe whoishe?
The snare drum! Lay yer
lug till the groun. The dead giant
- manalive! They're playing thimbles and
bodkins. Clan of the
- Gael! Hop! Whu's
and finshark, they are
ring to the rescune!
Crum abu! Cromwell to victory!
gore them and gash
gun them and gloat on
widows and orphans, it's the
- ever! Up Lancs!
cry of the
roedeer it is! The white hind.
- linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and peace!
Christ in our irish times! Christ on the airs independence!
- Christ hold the freedman's
chareman! Christ light the dully
Slog slagt and sluaghter! Rape the daughter! Choke the
Cloudy father! Unsure!
I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther!
- Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold!
Pipette dear! Us! Us! Me! Me!
Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March!
true. True! Isolde. Pipette. My
Brinabride, bet my price! Brinabride!
price, my precious?
Brinabride, my price! When you sell get my price!
Pipette! Pipette, my priceless one!
O! Mother of my tears! Believe for me! Fold thy son!
Now we're gettin it. Tune in
and pick up the
- counties! Hello!
Hello! Tittit! Tell your title?
Hellohello! Ballymacarett! Am I thru' Iss?
Tit! What is the ti . . ?
drop. Stand by! Blinders!
Juice, please! Foots!
Cigar shank and Wheat?
I gotye. Gobble Ann's Carrot
Now, after that justajiff siesta,
just permit me a
- moment. Challenger's Deep is childsplay
to this but, by our
- soundings in
channels, land is due. A truce
Clear the line, priority call!
Sybil! Better that or
- this? Sybil Head this end! Better that way? Follow
- Yes. Very good now. We are again in the magnetic
- you remember on a particular lukesummer
night, following a
- crying fair
day? Moisten your lips
lightning strike and begin
- again. Mind the flickers
Well. The isles is Thymes. The ales
- Genral. Delhi expulsed.
Still calling of somewhave from its specific? Not more?
There were fires on every
bald hill in holy
- Ireland that night. Better so?
You may say they were, son of a cove!
Were they bonfires? That clear?
No other name would at all befit them unless that. Bona-
- fieries! With their blue beards streaming to the
Was it a high white night
Whitest night mortal ever saw.
Was our lord of the heights nigh our lady of the valley?
He was hosting himself up and
flosting himself around and
- ghosting himself
to merry her murmur like an
Lewd's carol! Was there rain by any
Plenty. If you wend farranoch.
There fell some fall of
littlewinter snow, holy-as-ivory,
- I gather, jesse?
By snaachtha clocka. The
nicest at all. In hilly-and-even
Did it not blow some gales,
westnass or ostscent, rather
- strongly to less, allin humours out of
turn, jusse as they rose and
Out of all jokes it did. Pipep! Icecold. Brr
na brr, ny
- Lieto galumphantes!
cllng! Nmr! Peace, Pacific! Do you happen to recollect
- whether Muna,
that highlucky nackt, was shining
Sure she was, my midday
darling! And not one but a pair
- of pritty geallachers.
Latearly! Latearly! Latearly!
That was latterlig certainly. And was there frostwork
- about and thick
hice, soon calid,
soon frozen, cold on
- warm but moistly
dry, and a
boatshaped blanket of bruma
- sighs and hellstohns
and flammballs and
vodashouts and every-
- thing to please everybody?
Hail many fell of greats!
Horey morey smother of
- There was, so plays your ahrtides. Absolutely
- Obsoletely cowled.
Julie and Lulie
at their parkiest.
The amenities, the amenities of
the amenities with all their
- amenities. And the firmness of the formous
of the famous of the
- fumous of the
first fog in
Catchecatche and couchamed!
From Miss Somer's nice dream
back to Winthrop's
- delugium stramens. One expects that kind of rimey
feeling in the
- sire season?
One certainly does. Desire, for hire, would tire a shire,
- phone, phunkel, or wire. And mares.
Of whitecaps any?
Foamflakes flockfuyant from
Foxrock to Finglas.
A lambskip for the marines!
Paronama! The entire hori-
- zon cloth! All
effects in their joints caused ways. Raindrum,
No here. Under the blunkets.
This common or garden
is now in stilller realithy the
- starey sphere
of an oleotorium for broken
pottery and ancient
Simply awful the dirt. An evernasty ashtray.
I see. Now do you know the wellknown kikkinmidden
- where the illassorted
first couple first met with each other? The
- place where Ealdermann Fanagan? The time when Junkermenn
Deed then I do, W.K.
In Fingal too they met at Littlepeace aneath
- Yellowhouse of Snugsborough, Westreeve-Astagob and
- end with Stockins of Winning's Folly Merryfalls,
all of a two,
- skidoo and
Godamedy, you're a delville of a tolkar!
Is it a place fairly exspoused to the four last winds?
Well, I faithly sincerely believe so indeed if all what I hope
- to charity is half true.
This stow on the wolds,
Woful Dane Bottom?
It is woful in need whatever about anything or allselse
- under the grianblachk sun of gan greyne
A tricolour ribbon that spells
a caution. The old flag, the cold
The flagstone. By tombs, deep
and heavy. To the unaveiling
- memory of. Peacer the
And what sigeth Woodin Warneung thereof?
Trickspissers vill be pairsecluded.
There used to be a tree stuck up?
There used, sure enough. Beside the Annar. At the ford
- of Slivenamond. Oakley Ashe's
elm. With a
snoodrift from one
- beerchen bough.
And the grawndest crowndest
- pole in all the reignladen history of Wilds.
from Nolan's, The Prittlewell Press, has nothing alike
- it. For we are fed of its forest, clad in its wood,
burqued by its
- bark and our lecture
is its leave. The cran, the
cran, the king of all
- crans. Squiremade
and damesman of
plantagenets, high and holy.
Now, no hiding your wren under a
bushle! What was it
- doing there, for instance?
Standing foreninst us.
In Summerian sunshine?
And in Cimmerian shudders.
You saw it visibly from your hidingplace?
No. From my invisibly lyingplace.
And you then took down in stereo
what took place being
- tunc committed?
I then tuk my takenplace lying
down, I thunk I told you.
- Solve it!
Remounting aliftle towards the ouragan
of spaces. Just
- how grand in cardinal rounders
preeminent giant, sir
- Arber? Your bard's
highview, avis on valley! I would like to hear
- you burble to
us in strict
conclave, purpurando, and without
- too much italiote interfairance,
what you know in petto
- sovereign beingstalk,
Tonans Tomazeus. O
Corcor Andy, Udi, Udite! Your
- nence and delicted fraternitrees!
There's tuodore queensmaids
- and Idahore shopgirls
woody babies growing upon her
- and bird flamingans
fuglewards on the tipmast
- and Orania epples playing hopptociel bommptaterre
- burn fenians snoring in his quickenbole
- its holy floor and culprines of Erasmus Smith's
- with their underhand
leadpencils climbing to her crotch
- origin of spices and charlotte
darlings with silk blue askmes
- chattering in dissent
gibbonses and gobbenses, guelfing
- and ghiberring proferring praydews to their
- ing findblasts on their catastripes and the
- sioners chucking overthrown
milestones up to her to fall her
pommes annettes for their unnatural
- and handpainted hoydens
plucking husbands of him and
- robins muchmore hatching most out of his missado
- for him, the sun and moon pegging
honeysuckle and white
- heather down and timtits tapping
resin there and tomahawks
- watching tar elsewhere, creatures of the wold
- hollow mid ivy, for to claw
and rub, hermits of the desert
- barking their
infernal shins over her
triliteral roots and his acorns
- and pinecorns shooting wide all sides out of him, plantitude
- outsends of
plenty to thousands, after the
truants of the utmost-
- fear and her downslyder in that snakedst-tu-naughsy
- woman't seeleib such a fashionaping sathinous dress
out of that
- exquisitive creation and her leaves, my darling
- sinning since the night of time and each and all of
- meeting and shaking twisty
hands all over again in their new
- world through the germination
gemination from Ond's
- outset till Odd's
end. And encircle him circuly. Evovae!
Is it so exaltated, eximious,
menlike trees walking or trees like angels weep-
- ing nobirdy aviar soar anywing to eagle
rocked of agues,
- cliffed for
Telleth that eke the treeth?
Mushe, mushe of a mixness.
A shrub of libertine, indeed!
But that steyne of law indead
- what stiles its neming?
Tod, tod, too hard parted!
I've got that now, Dr Melamanessy. Finight mens mid-
- infinite true. The form masculine. The gender
feminine. I see.
- Now, are you derevatov
of it yourself in any way? The true
- tree I mean? Let's hear what science has to say, pundit-the-
- next-best-king. Splanck!
It reminds of the weeping of the daughters?
And remounts to the sense arrest.
The wittold, the frausch and the dibble! How this loose-
- affair brimsts of fussforus!
And was this
treemanangel on his
because Knockout, the
- him in the knechtschaft?
Well, he was ever himself for the presention of crudities
- animals for he had put his own nickelname on every
- and herring before the climber
clomb aloft, doing the midhill of
- the park, flattering his bitter hoolft
with her conconundrums.
- He would let us have the three barrels. Such was a
bitte too thikke
- for the Muster of the hoose
so as he called down on the Grand
- Precurser who coiled
crawler of the dupest dye
- thundered at
him to flatch down off that erection and be
- of himself for the bellance of hissch leif.
Oh Finlay's coldpalled!
Were you there, eh Hehr? Were you there when they
- lagged um
Wo wo! Who who! Psalmtimes
grauws on me to ramble,
- ramble, ramble.
Woe! Woe! So that was how he became the foerst of our
Yesche and, in the absence of any soberiquiet,
- of our truefalluses.
How near do you feel to this capocapo promontory,
There do be days of dry coldness between us when he does
- be like a lidging house
far far astray and there do be nights of wet
- windwhistling when he does be making me onions woup
- of ways.
Now you are mehrer the murk, Lansdowne
- threwed her pippin's thereabouts
cropped up tooth
- oneydge with hates to leaven this socried isle.
- follow the spotlight,
please! Concerning a boy. Are you acquainted
- with a pagany, vicariously
known as Toucher 'Thom' who is. I
- suggest Finoglam as his habitat.
Consider yourself on the stand
- now and watch your words, take my advice. Let your
- Inter nubila numbum.
Never you mind about my mother or her hopitout. I con-
- sider if I did, I would feel frightfully ashamed of
He is a man of around fifty, struck
on Anna Lynsha's
- Pekoe with milk
and whisky, who does
messuages and has more
- dirt on him than an old dog has fleas, kicking
stones and knocking
- snow off walls. Have you ever heard of this old boy
- "Thim" of the fishy
stare who belongs to Kimmage, a
- trict, and is not all
there, and is all the more himself since he is
- not so, being most of his time down at the Green
Man where he
- steals, pawns, belches and is a curse, drinking
gaily two hours after
- closing time, with the coat on him skinside out
- tions, with his socks outsewed
his springsides, clapping his hands
- in a feeble sort of way and systematically mixing
with the public
- going for groceries,
slapping greats and littlegets
- his cattegut
belts, flapping baresides and waltzywembling
- in his accountrements
always in font of the
- a longarmed lugh, when he would be finished with
Is it that fellow? As mad as the brambles
he is. Touch him.
- With the lawyers
sticking to his trewsershins and the
- notting on the basque
beret. He has kissed me more than
- once, I am sorry to say and if I did commit
gladrolleries may the
- loone forgive it! O wait till I tell you!
We are not going yet.
And look here! Here's, my dear, what he done, as snooks
- as I am saying so!
Get out, you dirt! A strangely striking
part of speech for
- the hottest worked word of ur
sprogue. You're not! Unhindered
- and odd times? Mere thumbshow?
How do I know? Such my billet.
Buy a barrack pass. Ask
- the horneys. Tell the robbers.
You are alluding to the picking pockets in Lower O'Connell
I am illuding to the Pekin
packet but I am
- Laura Connor's treat.
Now, just wash and brush up
your memoirias a little bit.
- So I find, referring to the pater
of the present man, an erely
- mented brick thrower, I am wondering to myself in
- qua our arc
covenant, was Toucher, a methodist,
- name, as others say, is not really 'Thom', was this
salt son of a
- century from Boaterstown, Shivering
William, the sealiest old for-
- ker ever hawked
crannock, who is always with him at
the Big Elm
- and the Arch after his teeth were shaken out of
their suckets by the
- wrang dog, for
pints 73 of none Eryen blood in him abaft
- the seam level, the scatterling,
wearing his cowbeamer and false
- clothes of a brewer's grains
pattern with back
buckons with his
- motto on, Yule Remember, ostensibly
for that occasion only of the
- twelfth day Pax
and Quantum wedding, I'm wondering.
I bet you are. Well, he was wandering, you bet, whatever
- was his matter, in his mind too, give him his due,
for I am sorry
- to have to tell you, hullo
evoe, they were coming down from
- off him.
How culious an epiphany!
- Hodie casus esobhrakonton?
It looked very like it.
Needer knows necess
and neither garments. Man is minded
- of the Meagher, wat? Wooly? Walty?
Ay, another good button gone wrong.
Blondman's blaff! Like a skib leaked lintel
- leidend with . . .?
Pamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants, quaint-
- aquilties, quickamerries.
Concaving now convexly
- from the female angle, music minnestirring,
- sisters, P. and Q., Clopatrick's cherierapest, mutatis mutandis,
- in pretty much the same pickle,
peach of all piedom, the
- quest of all quicks?
Peequeen ourselves, the prettiest pickles
- mute antes I
ever bopeeped at,
seesaw shallshee, since the town go
- went gonning on Pranksome
Silks apeel and sulks alusty?
Boy and giddle, gape
I hear these two goddesses are liable
to sue him?
Well, I hope the two Collinses
don't leg a bail to shoot him.
Both were white in black arpists at cloever spilling, knickt?
Gels bach, I, languised, liszted.
Etoudies for the right hand.
Were they now? And were they watching you as watcher
- as well?
Where do you get that wash? This
representation does not
- accord with my
experience. They were watching the watched
- watching. Vechers all.
Good. Hold that watching brief and keep this witching
- longuer. Now, retouching
friend Tomsky, the enemy, did you
- gather much from what he let drop? We are sitting
here for that.
I was rooshian mad, no lie.
I suspect you must have been.
You are making your thunderous
mistake. But I was dung
- sorry for him too.
O Schaum! Not really? Were you sorry you were mad
- with him then?
When I tell you I was rooshiamarodnimad
- altogether, so I was, for being sorry for him.
Would you blame him at all stages?
I believe in many an old stager.
But what seemed
- a Greek summed
nooth to a
giantle. Who kills the cat in Cairo
- coaxes cocks in
I put it to you that this
was solely in his
- and that his haliodraping
het was why maids all sighed for him,
- ventured and vied
for him. Hm?
After Putawayo, Kansas, Liburnum and New Aimstir-
- dames, it wouldn't surprise me in the very least.
That tare and this mole,
your tear and our smile. 'Tis life
- that lies if woman's eyes have been our old
undoing. Lid efter lid.
- Reform in mine size his deformation. Tiffpuff up my
- would you puff the earthworm
outer my ear.
He could claud boose his eyes to
the birth of his garce, he
- could lump all
his lot through the half of her
play, but he jest
- couldn't laugh through the whole of her farce
becorpse he warn't
- billed that
way. So he
outandouts his volimetangere
and has a
- lightning consultation and he downadowns his pantoloogions
- and made a piece of first perpersonal puetry that staystale
- mains to be. Cleaned.
Booms of bombs and heavy rethudders?
This aim to you!
The tail, so mastrodantic,
as you tell it nearly takes your
- own mummouth's
breath away. Your troppers are so
- because his troopers
were in difficulties. Still let
- in veino condone ineptias
veritues. How many were
- married on that top of all strapping
mornings, after the midnight
- turkay drive, my good watcher?
Puppaps. That'd be telling.
hoh frohim and heh
- fraher. But, as regards to Tammy
Thornycraft, Idefyne the lawn
- mare and the laney moweress
and all the
prentisses of wildes to
- massage him.
Now from Gunner Shotland to Guinness
- Come to the ballay at the Tailors' Hall. We mean to
be mellay on
- the Mailers' Mall.
leap, rink and make follay
till the Gaelers'
- Gall. Awake! Come, a wake! Every old skin
in the leather world,
- infect the
whole stock company of
the old house of the Leaking
- Barrel, was thomistically
drunk, two by two, lairking o' tootlers
- with tombours a'beggars, the blog and turfs and the brandywine
- bankrompers, trou
Normend fashion, I have been told down to
- the bank lean clorks?
were being operated
- after the tradition of a wellesleyan bottle riot act
and a few plates
- were being shied
about and tumblers bearing traces of fresh
- porter rolling around, independent of that, for the
ehren of Fyn's
- Insul, and then followed that wapping
breakfast at the Heaven
- and Covenant, with Rodey O'echolowing how his breadcost on
- the voters would be a comeback for e'er a one, like
- dations of Scandalknivery, in and on usedtowobble sloops
- cloasts, eh? Would that be a talltale
too? This was the
- Orther. This was his innwhite horse. Sip?
Well, naturally he was, louties
also genderymen. Being
- Kerssfesstiydt. They came from all lands beyond the
- songs of Inishfeel. Whiskway and
mortem! No puseyporcious
- either, invitem kappines
all round. But the right reverend priest,
- Mr Hopsinbond, and the reverent
bride eleft, Frizzy
- were sober enough. I think they were sober.
I think you're widdershins
there about the right
- Magraw for the Northwhiggern cupteam was wedding beastman,
- papers before us carry. You saw him hurriedly, or
did you if
- thatseme's not
Slater's hammer perhaps? Or he
- was in serge?
I horridly did. On the stroke
of the dozen. I'm sure I'm
- wrong but I heard the irreverend
Mr Magraw, in search of a
- stammer, kuckkuck
bedding out of the old sexton,
- red-Fox Good-man
sacristy, till they were bullbeadle
- black and bufeteer
blue, while I and Flood and the other men,
- jazzlike brollies
and sesuos, was
gickling his missus to gackles in
- the hall, the divileen,
a lamp in her throth)
- cygncygn leckle and her twelve pound lach.
A loyal wifish woman cacchinic
- she laylylaw was all their rage. But you did
- contact? In epexegesis
or on a
point of order?
That perkumiary pond is beyawnd
- tonsions. I am resting on a pigs of cheesus but
I've a big
- suggestion it was about the pint of porter.
You are a suckersome! But
this all, as airs said to oska,
- was only that childbearer
blogas well sidesplit?
- letties hereditate a dark mien swart
Only. 'Twas womans' too woman with mans' throw
hurley. The saloon bulkhead,
- you say, or the tweendecks?
Between drinks, I deeply painfully repeat it.
Was she wearing shubladey's tiroirs
in humour of her
- hubbishobbis, Massa's
Mrs Tan-Taylour? Just a floating
- ingdraws, a budge
of klees on her
schalter, a siderbrass sehdass
- on her anulas findring
and forty crocelips in her
So this was the dope that woolied the cad that kinked
- ruck that noised
the rape that tried the
sap that hugged the mort?
That legged in the hoax that
The jest of junk
Jacked up in a jock
Lollgoll! You don't soye so! All upsydown
- creation? So
there was nothing serical between you? And
- salter, father of Izod, how was he now?
To the pink, man, like an allmanox
in his shirt and
- brustall to the bear, the Megalomagellan
of our winevatswater-
- way, squeezing the life out of the liffey.
Crestofer Carambas! Such
zodisfaction. You punk
- He came, he kished, he conquered. Vulturuvarnar!
The must of
- his glancefull coaxing the beam in her eye? That musked
- this masked ball!
Annabella, Lovabella, Pullabella,
Yup! Titentung Tollertone
in S. Sabina's.
Aye aye, she
- was lithe and pleasable.
Wilt thou the lee?
Wilt thou the
- Wilt thou the hussif?
The quicker the deef the safter
sapstaff, but the main
- the mightier the stricker
strait. To the vast
go the game! It
- is the circumconversioning
antelithual paganelles by a hugger-
- knut cramwell energuman,
caecodedition of an absque-
- litteris puttagonnianne
to the herreraism of a
I believe you. Taiptope reelly,
Nautaey, nautaey, we're nowhere without ye!
In steam of
- kavos now arbatos above our hearths doth
hum. And Malkos
- crackles logs
of fun while Anglys cheers our
ingles. So lent she
- him ear to burrow
his manhood (or so it
appierce) and borrow
- his namas? Suilful
- sigh from her gingering
mouth like a Dublin bar in the moarning.
The park is gracer than the hole, says she, but shekleton's
- my fortune?
Eversought of being artained?
You've soft a say with ye,
- Flatter O'Ford,
that, honey, I
Is that answers?
It am queery!
The house was Toot and Come-Inn
by the bridge called
- Tiltass, but are you solarly
salemly sure, beyond the
- the canicular
year? Nascitur ordo seculi numfit.
Siriusly and selenely
sure behind the shutter. Securius
- umbris tellurem.
Date as? Your time of immersion?
We are still in
- of. . . ?
Amnis Dominae, Marcus of Corrig. A laughin hunter and
- Purty Sue.
And crazyheaded Jorn, the bulweh
Fluteful as his orkan. Ex ugola lenonem.
Jambs, of Delphin's Bourne or (as olders
choreopiscopally like an
- sun round the colander,
vice! Taranta boontoday! You
- should pree him prance
polcat, you whould sniff him wops
- around, you should hear his piedigrotts schraying
- skirp a . . .
Crashedafar Corumbas! A Czardanser
- glad too. Ortovito semi ricordo.
The pantaglionic affection
- through his blood like a bad influenza in a leap at bounding
Out of Prisky Poppagenua, the palsied
old priamite, home
- from Edwin Hamilton's Christmas pantaloonade, Oropos Roxy
- and Pantharhea
Gaiety, trippudiating round the aria,
- his fiftytwo heirs
of age! They may
reel at his likes but it's Noeh
- Bonum's shin do.
whit what was
Lillabil Issabil maideve, maid at?
and thranes and
trinies and traines.
A take back to the virgin
page, darm it!
quobus quartet were there too, if I mistake not, as a
- sideline but, pace
the contempt of senate, well
to the fore, in an
- amenessy meeting, metandmorefussed
to decide whereagainwhen
- to meet themselves flopsome and jerksome,
lubber and deliric,
- drinking unsteadily
- lancers and mastersinging
always with that
consecutive fifth of
- theirs, eh? Like four wise elephants
inandouting under a twelve-
scandalmongers, that familiar,
Desmond, Osmund and Kenneth. Making mejical
- history all over the
In sum, some hum?
And other marrage feats?
stakes they were astumbling round the ranky roars
when Big Arthur flugged the field at Annie's
Suddenly some wellfired clay
was cast out through the
- schappsteckers of hoy's
Schottenly there was a hellfire club
kicked out through the
- wasistas of Thereswhere.
catacalamitumbling. Three days
- three times into the Vulcuum?
Or Noe et Ecclesiastes, nonne?
Ninny, there is no hay in Eccles's
Yet an I saw a sign of him, if you could scrape out
- acquinntence? Name or redress
him and we'll
call it a night!
.i..'. .o..l .
are sure it was not a shuler's
shakeup or a plighter's
- palming or a winker's
wake etcaetera etcaeterorum you were at?
at A Little Bit Of
- Heaven Howth, the wife of Deimetuus (D'amn), Earl
- adam, of a Tartar
(Birtha) or Sackville-Lawry and Morland-
- West, at the Auspice
for the Living, Bonnybrook, by the
- and A. Briggs Carlisle, guardian of the birdsmaids
- iser for groom. Pontifical
mess. Or (soddenly) Schott,
- by the riots. No
Mayhem. Also loans through the post.
With or without
- security. Everywhere. Any amount. Mofsovitz, swampstakers,
- purely providential.
Flood's. The pinkman, the squeeze,
pint with the kick.
- Gaa. And then the punch
Gaelicise it. Fox. The lady with
- lamp. The boy in the barleybag.
The old man
on his ars. Great
- Scrapp! 'Tis we and you and ye and me and hymns and
- heels and shields. The eirest race, the ourest
nation, the airest place
- that erestationed. He was culping
penance while you were
- ringing his
belle. Did the kickee, goodman
rued fox, say anything
- important? Clam
spick or spat?
No more than Richman's periwhelker.
Nnn ttt wrd?
Dmn ttt thg.
galled by scheme of scorn? Nock?
Sangnifying nothing. Mock!
eius rhodammum tenuit?
maim! Or something very similar.
should like to
euphonise that. It sounds an isochronism.
- Secret speech Hazelton and obviously disemvowelled.
But it is
- good laylaw too. We may take those wellmeant
kicks for free
though ultra vires,
void and, in fact, unnecessarily so.
- Happily you were not quite so successful in the
- whereby you
would sublimate your
- pressions, it seems?
was that? First I heard about it.
you or were you not? Ask yourself the answer, I'm
- not giving you a short question. Now, not to mix
up, cast your
- eyes around Capel Court. I want you, witness of
this epic struggle,
- as yours so mine, to reconstruct for us, as briefly
as you can,
- exactly the same as a mind's eye
view, how these funeral games,
- which have been poring
over us through homer's kerryer
- geons, massacreedoed
as the holiname
rally round took place.
Which? Sure I told you that afoul.
I was drunk all lost life.
tell it to me
befair, the whole plan of campaign,
- that bamboozelem mincethrill
voice of yours. Let's have it,
- christie! The Dublin own, the thrice
Ah, sure, I eyewitless
foggus. 'Tis all around me bebatters-
- bid hat.
Ah, go on now, Masta Bones, a gig
gag, with your
- darky in blued
suit. You were ever the gentle poet,
patcher cap, pratey
man? Be nice about
- it, Bones Minor! Look chairful! Come,
delicacy! Go to the end,