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he'd lust in Wooming but with that smeoil like a grace of backon-

ing over his egglips of the sunsoonshine. Here's heering you in

a guessmasque, latterman! And such an improofment! As royt

as the mail and as fat as a fuddle! Schoen! Shoan! Shoon the

Puzt! A penny for your thought abouts! Tay, tibby, tanny,

tummy, tasty, tosty, tay. Batch is for Baker who baxters our

bread. O, what an ovenly odour! Butter butter! Bring us this

days our maily bag! But receive me, my frensheets, from the

emerald dark winterlong! For diss is the doss for Eilder Downes

and dass is it duss, as singen sengers, what the hardworking

straightwalking stoutstamping securelysealing officials who trow

to form our G.M.P.'s pass muster generally shay for shee and

sloo for slee when butting their headd to the pillow for a night-

shared nakeshift with the alter girl they tuck in for sweepsake.

Dutiful wealker for his hydes of march. Haves you the time.

Hans ahike? Heard you the crime, senny boy? The man was

giddy on letties on the dewry of the duary, be pursueded,

whethered with entrenous, midgreys, dagos, teatimes, shadows,

nocturnes or samoans, if wellstocked fillerouters plushfeverfraus

with dopy chonks, and this, that and the other pigskin or muffle

kinkles, taking a pipe course or doing an anguish, seen to his

fleece in after his foull, when Dr Chart of Greet Chorsles street

he changed his backbone at a citting. He had not the declaina-

tion, as what with the foos as whet with the fays, but so far as

hanging a goobes on the precedings, wherethen the lag allows, it

mights be anything after darks. Which the deers alones they sees

and the darkies they is snuffing of the wind up. Debbling.

Greanteavvents! Hyacinssies with heliotrollops! Not once

fullvixen freakings and but dubbledecoys! It is a lable iction on

the porte of the cuthulic church and summum most atole for it.

Where is that blinketey blanketer, that quound of a pealer, the

sunt of a hunt whant foxes good men! Where or he, our loved

among many?

    But what does Coemghem, the fostard? Tyro a tora. The

novened iconostase of his blueygreyned vitroils but begins

in feint to light his legend. Let Phosphoron proclaim! Peechy

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peechy. Say he that saw him that saw! Man shall sharp run

do a get him. Ask no more, Jerry mine, Roga's voice! No

pice soorkabatcha. The bog which puckerooed the posy. The

vinebranch of Heremonheber on Bregia's plane where Teffia lies

is leaved invert and fructed proper but the cublic hatches endnot

open yet for hourly rincers' mess. Read Higgins, Cairns and Egen.

Malthus is yet lukked in close. Withun. How swathed there-

answer alcove makes theirinn! Besoakers loiter on. And primi-

libatory solicates of limon sodias will be absorbable. It is

not even yet the engine of the load with haled morries full of

crates, you mattinmummur, for dombell dumbs? Sure and 'tis

not then. The greek Sideral Reulthway, as it havvents, will soon

be starting a smooth with its first single hastencraft. Danny buz-

zers instead of the vialact coloured milk train on the fartykket

plan run with its endless gallaxion of rotatorattlers and the smool-

troon our elderens rememberem as the scream of the service,

Strubry Bess. Also the waggonwobblers are still yet everdue to

precipitate after night's combustion. Aspect, Shamus Rogua or!

Taceate and! Hagiographice canat Ecclesia. Which aubrey our

first shall show. Inattendance who is who is will play that's what's

that to what's that, what.

    Oyes! Oyeses! Oyesesyeses! The primace of the Gaulls, pro-

tonotorious, I yam as I yam, mitrogenerand in the free state on

the air, is now aboil to blow a Gael warning. Inoperation Eyr-

lands Eyot, Meganesia, Habitant and the onebut thousand insels,

Western and Osthern Approaches.

    Of Kevin, of increate God the servant, of the Lord Creator a

filial fearer, who, given to the growing grass, took to the tall tim-

ber, slippery dick the springy heeler, as we have seen, so we

have heard, what we have received, that we have transmitted,

thus we shall hope, this we shall pray till, in the search for

love of knowledge through the comprehension of the unity in

altruism through stupefaction, it may again how it may again,

shearing aside the four wethers and passing over the dainty daily

dairy and dropping by the way the lapful of live coals and

smoothing out Nelly Nettle and her lad of mettle, full of stings,

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fond of stones, friend of gnewgnawns bones and leaving all the

messy messy to look after our douche douche, the miracles,

death and life are these.

    Yad. Procreated on the ultimate ysland of Yreland in the en-

cyclical yrish archipelago, come their feast of precreated holy

whiteclad angels, whomamong the christener of his, voluntarily

poor Kevin, having been graunted the praviloge of a priest's

postcreated portable altare cum balneo, when espousing the one

true cross, invented and exalted, in celibate matrimony at matin

chime arose and westfrom went and came in alb of cloth of gold

to our own midmost Glendalough-le-vert by archangelical guid-

ance where amiddle of meeting waters of river Yssia and Essia

river on this one of eithers lone navigable lake piously Kevin,

lawding the triune trishagion, amidships of his conducible altar

super bath, rafted centripetally, diaconal servent of orders hiber-

nian, midway across the subject lake surface to its supreem epi-

centric lake Ysle, whereof its lake is the ventrifugal principality,

whereon by prime, powerful in knowledge, Kevin came to where

its centre is among the circumfluent watercourses of Yshgafiena

and Yshgafiuna, an enysled lakelet yslanding a lacustrine yslet,

whereupon with beached raft subdiaconal bath propter altar,

with oil extremely anointed, accompanied by prayer, holy Kevin

bided till the third morn hour but to build a rubric penitential

honeybeehivehut in whose enclosure to live in fortitude, acolyte

of cardinal virtues, whereof the arenary floor, most holy Kevin

excavated as deep as to the depth of a seventh part of one full

fathom, which excavated, venerable Kevin, anchorite, taking

counsel, proceded towards the lakeside of the ysletshore whereat

seven several times he, eastward genuflecting, in entire ubidience

at sextnoon collected gregorian water sevenfold and with am-

brosian eucharistic joy of heart as many times receded, carrying

that privileged altar unacumque bath, which severally seven times

into the cavity excavated, a lector of water levels, most venerable

Kevin, then effused thereby letting there be water where was there-

tofore dry land, by him so concreated, who now, confirmed a strong

and perfect christian, blessed Kevin, exorcised his holy sister

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water, perpetually chaste, so that, well understanding, she should

fill to midheight his tubbathaltar, which hanbathtub, most blessed

Kevin, ninthly enthroned, in the concentric centre of the trans-

lated water, whereamid, when violet vesper vailed, Saint Kevin,

Hydrophilos, having girded his sable cappa magna as high as to

his cherubical loins, at solemn compline sat in his sate of wis-

dom, that handbathtub, whereverafter, recreated doctor insularis

of the universal church, keeper of the door of meditation, memory

extempore proposing and intellect formally considering, recluse,

he meditated continuously with seraphic ardour the primal sacra-

ment of baptism or the regeneration of all man by affusion of

water. Yee.

    Bisships, bevel to rock's rite! Sarver buoy, extinguish! Nuota-

bene. The rare view from the three Benns under the bald heaven

is on the other end, askan your blixom on dimmen and blastun,

something to right hume about. They were erected in a purvious

century, as a hen fine coops and, if you know your Bristol and

have trudged the trolly ways and elventurns of that old cobbold

city, you will sortofficially scribble a mental Peny-Knox-Gore.

Whether they were franklings by name also has not been fully

probed. Their design is a whosold word and the charming de-

tails of light in dark are freshed from the feminiairity which

breathes content. O ferax cupla! Ah, fairypair! The first exploder

to make his ablations in these parks was indeed that lucky mortal

which the monster trial showed on its first day out. What will

not arky paper, anticidingly inked with penmark, push, per sample

prof, kuvertly falted, when style, stink and stigmataphoron are

of one sum in the same person? He comes out of the soil very

well after all just where Old Toffler is to come shuffling along-

soons Panniquanne starts showing of her peequuliar talonts.

Awaywrong wandler surking to a rightrare rute for his plain

utterrock sukes, appelled to by her fancy claddaghs. You plied

that pokar, gamesy, swell as aye did, while there were flickars

to the flores. He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there

is always something racey about, say, a sailor on a horse. As soon

as we sale him geen we gates a sprise! He brings up tofatufa and

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that is how we get to Missas in Massas. The old Marino tale. We

veriters verity notefew demmed lustres priorly magistrite maxi-

mollient in ludubility learned. Facst. Teak off that wise head!

Great sinner, good sonner, is in effect the motto of the Mac-

Cowell family. The gloved fist (skrimmhandsker) was intraduced

into their socerdatal tree before the fourth of the twelfth and it

is even a little odd all four horolodgeries still gonging restage

Jakob van der Bethel, smolking behing his pipe, with Essav of

Messagepostumia, lentling out his borrowed chafingdish, before

cymbaloosing the apostles at every hours of changeover. The

first and last rittlerattle of the anniverse; when is a nam nought a

nam whenas it is a. Watch! Heroes' Highway where our fleshers

leave their bonings and every bob and joan to fill the bumper fair.

It is their segnall for old Champelysied to seek the shades of his

retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease

their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake.

    And it's high tigh tigh. Titley hi ti ti. That my dig pressed in

your dag si. Gnug of old Gnig. Ni, gnid mig brawly! I bag your

burden. Mees is thees knees. Thi is Mi. We have caught one-

selves, Sveasmeas, in somes incontigruity coumplegs of heopon-

hurrish marrage from whose I most sublumbunate. A polog, my

engl! Excutes. Om still so sovvy. Whyle om till ti ti.

    Ha!

    Dayagreening gains in schlimninging. A summerwint spring-

falls, abated. Hail, regn of durknass, snowly receassing, thund

lightening thund, into the dimbelowstard departamenty whither-

out, soon hist, soon mist, to the hothehill from the hollow,

Solsking the Frist (attempted by the admirable Captive Bunting

and Loftonant-Cornel Blaire) will processingly show up above

Tumplen Bar whereupont he was much jubilated by Boerge-

mester "Dyk" ffogg of Isoles, now Eisold, looking most plussed

with (exhib 39) a clout capped sunbubble anaccanponied from

his bequined torse. Up.

    Blanchardstown mewspeppers pleads coppyl. Gracest good-

ness, heave mensy upponnus! Grand old Manbutton, give your

bowlers a rest!

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    It is a mere mienerism of this vague of visibilities, mark you,

as accorded to by moisturologist of the Brehons Assorceration for

the advauncement of scayence because, my dear, mentioning of

it under the breath, as in pure (what bunkum!) essenesse, there

have been disselving forenenst you just the draeper, the two

drawpers assisters and the three droopers assessors confraterni-

tisers. Who are, of course, Uncle Arth, your two cozes from

Niece and (kunject a bit now!) our own familiars, Billyhealy, Bally-

hooly and Bullyhowley, surprised in an indecorous position by

the Sigurd Sigerson Sphygmomanometer Society for bled-

prusshers.

    Knightsmore. Haventyne?

    Ha ha!

    This Mister Ireland? And a live?

    Ay, ay. Aye, aye, baas.

    The cry of Stena chills the vitals of slumbring off the motther

has been pleased into the harms of old salaciters, meassurers

soon and soon, but the voice of Alina gladdens the cockly-

hearted dreamerish for that magic moning with its ching

chang chap sugay kaow laow milkee muchee bringing becker-

brose, the brew with the foochoor in it. Sawyest? Nodt? Nyets,

I dhink I sawn to remumb or sumbsuch. A kind of a thinglike

all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic or some kvind

then props an acutebacked quadrangle with aslant off ohahn-

thenth a wenchyoumaycuddler, lying with her royalirish upper-

shoes among the theeckleaves. Signs are on of a mere by token

that wills still to be becoming upon this there once a here was

world. As the dayeleyves unfolden them. In the wake of the

blackshape, Nattenden Sorte; whenat, hindled firth and hundled

furth, the week of wakes is out and over; as a wick weak woking

from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temtem

tamtam, the Phoenican wakes.

    Passing. One. We are passing. Two. From sleep we are pass-

ing. Three. Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.

Four. Come, hours, be ours!

    But still. Ah diar, ah diar! And stay.

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    It was allso agreenable in our sinegear clutchless, touring the

no placelike no timelike absolent, mixing up pettyvaughan popu-

lose with the magnumoore genstries, lloydhaired mersscenary

blookers with boydskinned pigttetails and goochlipped gwendo-

lenes with duffyeyed dolores; like so many unprobables in their

poor suit of the improssable. With Mata and after please with

Matamaru and after please stop with Matamaruluka and after stop

do please with Matamarulukajoni.

    And anotherum. Ah ess, dapple ass! He will be longing after

the Grogram Grays. And, Weisingchetaoli, he will levellaut

ministel Trampleasure be. Sheflower Rosina, younger Sheflower

fruit Amaryllis, youngest flowerfruityfrond Sallysill or Sillysall.

And house with heaven roof occupanters they are continuatingly

attraverse of its milletestudinous windows, ricocoursing them-

selves, as staneglass on stonegloss, inplayn unglish Wynn's

Hotel. Brancherds at: Bullbeck, Oldboof, Sassondale, Jorsey

Uppygard, Mundelonde, Abbeytotte, Bracqueytuitte with Hoc-

keyvilla, Fockeyvilla, Hillewille and Wallhall. Hoojahoo mana-

gers the thingaviking. Obning shotly. When the messanger of

the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and

to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each

happening her houram. The while we, we are waiting, we are

waiting for. Hymn.

    Muta: Quodestnunc fumusiste volhvuns ex Domoyno?

    Juva: It is Old Head of Kettle puffing off the top of the mornin.

    Muta: He odda be thorly well ashamed of himself for smoking

before the high host.

    Juva: Dies is Dorminus master and commandant illy tono-

brass.

    Muta: Diminussed aster! An I could peecieve amonkst the

gatherings who ever they wolk in process?

    Juva: Khubadah! It is the Chrystanthemlander with his

porters of bonzos, pompommy plonkyplonk, the ghariwallahs,

moveyovering the cabrattlefield of slaine.

    Muta: Pongo da Banza! An I would uscertain in druidful

scatterings one piece tall chap he stand one piece same place?

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    Juva: Bulkily: and he is fundementially theosophagusted over

the whorse proceedings.

    Muta: Petrificationibus! O horild haraflare! Who his dickhuns

now rearrexes from undernearth the memorialorum?

    Juva: Beleave filmly, beleave! Fing Fing! King King!

    Muta: Ulloverum? Fulgitudo ejus Rhedonum teneat!

    Juva: Rolantlossly! Till the tipp of his ziff. And the ubideintia

of the savium is our ervics fenicitas.

    Muta: Why soly smiles the supremest with such for a leary on

his rugular lips?

    Juva: Bitchorbotchum! Eebrydime! He has help his crewn on

the burkeley buy but he has holf his crown on the Eurasian

Generalissimo.

    Muta: Skulkasloot! The twyly velleid is thus then paridi-

cynical?

    Juva: Ut vivat volumen sic pereat pouradosus!

    Muta: Haven money on stablecert?

    Juva: Tempt to wom Outsider!

    Muta: Suc? He quoffs. Wutt?

    Juva: Sec! Wartar wartar! Wett.

    Muta: Ad Piabelle et Purabelle?

    Juva: At Winne, Woermann og Sengs.

    Muta: So that when we shall have acquired unification we

shall pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to

diversity we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when

we shall have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to

the spirit of appeasement?

    Juva: By the light of the bright reason which daysends to us

from the high.

    Muta: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old

rubberskin?

    Juva: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!

    Shoot.

    Rhythm and Colour at Park Mooting. Peredos Last in the

Grand Natural. Velivision victor. Dubs newstage oldtime turf-

tussle, recalling Winny Willy Widger. Two draws. Heliotrope

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leads from Harem. Three ties. Jockey the Ropper jerks Jake the

Rape. Paddrock and bookley chat.

    And here are the details.

    Tunc. Bymeby, bullocky vampas tappany bobs topside joss

pidgin fella Balkelly, archdruid of islish chinchinjoss in the his

heptachromatic sevenhued septicoloured roranyellgreenlindigan

mantle finish he show along the his mister guest Patholic with

alb belongahim the whose throat hum with of sametime all the his

cassock groaner fellas of greysfriaryfamily he fast all time what

time all him monkafellas with Same Patholic, quoniam, speeching,

yeh not speeching noh man liberty is, he drink up words, scilicet,

tomorrow till recover will not, all too many much illusiones

through photoprismic velamina of hueful panepiphanal world

spectacurum of Lord Joss, the of which zoantholitic furniture,

from mineral through vegetal to animal, not appear to full up to-

gether fallen man than under but one photoreflection of the

several iridals gradationes of solar light, that one which that part

of it (furnit of heupanepi world) had shown itself (part of fur of

huepanwor) unable to absorbere, whereas for numpa one pura-

duxed seer in seventh degree of wisdom of Entis-Onton he savvy

inside true inwardness of reality, the Ding hvad in idself id est,

all objects (of panepiwor) allside showed themselves in trues

coloribus resplendent with sextuple gloria of light actually re-

tained, untisintus, inside them (obs of epiwo). Rumnant Patholic,

stareotypopticus, no catch all that preachybook, utpiam, to-

morrow recover thing even is not, bymeby vampsybobsy tap-

panasbullocks topside joss pidginfella Bilkilly-Belkelly say pat-

fella, ontesantes, twotime hemhaltshealing, with other words

verbigratiagrading from murmurulentous till stridulocelerious in

a hunghoranghoangoly tsinglontseng while his comprehen-

durient, with diminishing claractinism, augumentationed himself

in caloripeia to vision so throughsighty, you anxioust melan-

cholic, High Thats Hight Uberking Leary his fiery grassbelong-

head all show colour of sorrelwood herbgreen, again, nigger-

blonker, of the his essixcoloured holmgrewnworsteds costume

the his fellow saffron pettikilt look same hue of boiled spinasses,

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other thing, voluntary mutismuser, he not compyhandy the his

golden twobreasttorc look justsamelike curlicabbis, moreafter, to

pace negativisticists, verdant readyrainroof belongahim Exuber

High Ober King Leary very dead, what he wish to say, spit of

superexuberabundancy plenty laurel leaves, after that com-

mander bulopent eyes of Most Highest Ardreetsar King same

thing like thyme choppy upon parsley, alongsidethat, if please-

sir, nos displace tauttung, sowlofabishospastored, enamel Indian

gem in maledictive fingerfondler of High High Siresultan Em-

peror all same like one fellow olive lentil, onthelongsidethat, by

undesendas, kirikirikiring, violaceous warwon contusiones of

facebuts of Highup Big Cockywocky Sublissimime Autocrat, for

that with pure hueglut intensely saturated one, tinged uniformly,

allaroundside upinandoutdown, very like you seecut chowchow

of plentymuch sennacassia Hump cumps Ebblybally! Sukkot?

    Punc. Bigseer, refrects the petty padre, whackling it out, a

tumble to take, tripeness to call thing and to call if say is good

while, you pore shiroskuro blackinwhitepaddynger, by thiswis

aposterioprismically apatstrophied and paralogically periparo-

lysed, celestial from principalest of Iro's Irismans ruinboon pot

before, (for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged completamen-

tarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible

viriditude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the

saint), as My tappropinquish to Me wipenmeselps gnosegates a

handcaughtscheaf of synthetic shammyrag to hims hers, seeming-

such four three two agreement cause heart to be might, saving to

Balenoarch (he kneeleths), to Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths

down) to Greatest Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths down quite-

somely), the sound sense sympol in a weedwayedwold of the

firethere the sun in his halo cast. Onmen.

    That was thing, bygotter, the thing, boagcotton, the very thing,

begad! Even to uptoputty Bilkilly-Belkelly-Balkally. Who was

for shouting down the shatton on the lamp of Jeeshees. Sweating

on to stonker and throw his seven. As he shuck his thumping

fore features apt the hoyhop of His Ards.

    Thud.

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    Good safe firelamp! hailed the heliots. Goldselforelump!

Halled they. Awed. Where thereon the skyfold high, trampa-

trampatramp. Adie. Per ye comdoom doominoom noonstroom.

Yeasome priestomes. Fullyhum toowhoom.

    Taawhaar?

    Sants and sogs, cabs and cobs, kings and karls, tentes and

taunts.

    'Tis gone infarover. So fore now, dayleash. Pour deday. To

trancefixureashone. Feist of Taborneccles, scenopegia, come!

Shamwork, be in our scheining! And let every crisscouple be so

crosscomplimentary, little eggons, youlk and meelk, in a farbiger

pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Gudstruce!

    Yet is no body present here which was not there before. Only

is order othered. Nought is nulled. Fuitfiat!

    Lo, the laud of laurens now orielising benedictively when

saint and sage have said their say.

    A spathe of calyptrous glume involucrumines the perinanthean

Amenta: fungoalgaceous muscafilicial graminopalmular plan-

teon; of increasing, livivorous, feelful thinkamalinks; luxuriotia-

ting everywhencewithersoever among skullhullows and charnel-

cysts of a weedwastewoldwevild when Ralph the Retriever

ranges to jawrode his knuts knuckles and her theas thighs; one-

gugulp down of the nauseous forere brarkfarsts oboboomaround

and you're as paint and spickspan as a rainbow; wreathe the bowl

to rid the bowel; no runcure, no rank heat, sir; amess in amullium;

chlorid cup.

    Health, chalce, endnessnessessity! Arrive, likkypuggers, in

a poke! The folgor of the frightfools is olympically optimo-

minous; there is bound to be a lovleg day for mirrages in the

open; Murnane and Aveling are undertoken to berry that ort-

chert: provided that. You got to make good that breachsuit,

seamer. You going to haulm port houlm, toilermaster. You yet

must get up to kill (nonparticular). You still stand by and do as

hit (private). While for yous, Jasminia Aruna and all your likers,

affinitatively must it be by you elected if Monogynes his is or

hers Diander, the tubous, limbersome and nectarial. Owned or

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grazeheifer, ethel or bonding. Mopsus or Gracchus, all your

horodities will incessantlament be coming back from the Annone

Wishwashwhose, Ormepierre Lodge, Doone of the Drumes,

blanches bountifully and nightsend made up, every article lather-

ing leaving several rinsings so as each rinse results with a dap-

perent rolle, cuffs for meek and chokers for sheek and a kink in

the pacts for namby. Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is has

bane. In mournenslaund. Themes have thimes and habit reburns.

To flame in you. Ardor vigor forders order. Since ancient was

our living is in possible to be. Delivered as. Caffirs and culls and

onceagain overalls, the fittest surviva lives that blued, iorn and

storridge can make them. Whichus all claims. Clean. Whenast-

cleeps. Close. And the mannormillor clipperclappers. Noxt. Doze.

    Fennsense, finnsonse, aworn! Tuck upp those wide shorts.

The pink of the busket for sheer give. Peeps. Stand up to hard

ware and step into style. If you soil may, puett, guett me prives.

For newmanmaun set a marge to the merge of unnotions. Inni-

tion wons agame.

    What has gone? How it ends?

    Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with

all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.

    Forget, remember!

    Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of peru-

siveness? Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism

assemblements Eblania's conglomerate horde. By dim delty Deva.

    Forget!

    Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-

tional gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every

schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-

Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling

smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and

their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and

hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically

separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-

purpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms,

catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy

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of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with

sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-

cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the

all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation,

all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-

cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our

Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-

ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo-

menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as

herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs.

    Of cause, so! And in effect, as?

    Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add

majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything

these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly

pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time.

Mucksrats which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to

know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards

at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be

first born like he was with a twohangled warpon and it was

between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top

of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we think of him looking

at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. When he woke up in a

sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks, me having an

airth, but he daydreamsed we had a lovelyt face for a pulltomine.

Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last,

on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never put a dramn

in the swags but milk from a national cowse. That was the prick

of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers

in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head,

whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws, namely, and their

bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thinthin thin-

thin. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commend-

mant to shall not bare full sweetness against a nighboor's wiles.

What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, (the

lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest

can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses

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against Molloyd O'Reilly, that hugglebeddy fann, now about to

get up, the hartiest that Coolock ever! A nought in nought

Eirinishmhan, called Ervigsen by his first mate. May all similar

douters of our oldhame story have that fancied widming! For

a pipe of twist or a slug of Hibernia metal we could let out and,

by jings, someone would make a carpus of somebody with the

greatest of pleasure by private shootings. And in contravention to

the constancy of chemical combinations not enough of all the

slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make their threi sevelty

filfths of a man out of. Good wheat! How delitious for the three

Sulvans of Dulkey and what a sellpriceget the two Peris of

Monacheena! Sugars of lead for the chloras ashpots! Peace! He

possessing from a child of highest valency for our privileged

beholdings ever complete hairy of chest, hamps and eyebags in

pursuance to salesladies' affectionate company. His real devotes.

Wriggling reptiles, take notice! Whereas we exgust all such

sprinkling snigs. They are pestituting the whole time never with

standing we simply agree upon the committee of amusance! Or

could above bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen.

    About that coerogenal hun and his knowing the size of an egg-

cup. First he was a skulksman at one time and then Cloon's fired

him through guff. Be sage about sausages! Stuttutistics shows

with he's heacups of teatables the oldfirm's fatspitters are most

eatenly appreciated by metropolonians. While we should like to

drag attentions to our Wolkmans Cumsensation Act. The magnets

of our midst being foisted upon by a plethorace of parachutes.

Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military

to the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was

the mitigation of the king's evils. And how he staired up the

step after it's the power of the gait. His giantstand of manun-

known. No brad wishy washy wathy wanted neither! Once you

are balladproof you are unperceable to haily, icy and missile-

throes. Order now before we reach Ruggers' Rush! As we now

must close hoping to Saint Laurans all in the best. Moral. Mrs

Stores Humphreys: So you are expecting trouble, Pondups, from

the domestic service questioned? Mr Stores Humphreys: Just as

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there is a good in even, Levia, my cheek is a compleet bleenk.

Plumb. Meaning: one two four. Finckers. Up the hind hose of

hizzars. Whereapon our best again to a hundred and eleven ploose

one thousand and one other blessings will now concloose thoose

epoostles to your great kindest, well, for all at trouble to took.

We are all at home in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake,

that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto lovesend

so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember

persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would

pellow his head off to conjure up a, well, particularly mean stinker

like funn make called Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of

the pork martyrs? Force in giddersh! Tomothy and Lorcan, the

bucket Toolers, both are Timsons now they've changed their

characticuls during their blackout. Conan Boyles will pudge the

daylives out through him, if they are correctly informed. Music, me

ouldstrow, please! We'll have a brand rehearsal. Fing! One must

simply laugh. Fing him aging! Good licks! Well, this ought to weke

him to make up. He'll want all his fury gutmurdherers to redress

him. Gilly in the gap. The big bad old sprowly all uttering foon!

Has now stuffed last podding. His fooneral will sneak pleace by

creeps o'clock toosday. Kingen will commen. Allso brewbeer.

Pens picture at Manchem House Horsegardens shown in Morn-

ing post as from Boston transcripped. Femelles will be preadam-

inant as from twentyeight to twelve. To hear that lovelade

parson, of case, of a bawl gentlemale, pour forther moracles. Don't

forget! The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember.

The remains must be removed before eaght hours shorp. With

earnestly conceived hopes. So help us to witness to this day to

hand in sleep. From of Mayasdaysed most duteoused.

    Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical

fands allieged herewith. I wisht I wast be that dumb tyke and he'd

wish it was me yonther heel. How about it? The sweetest song

in the world! Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from

the first with native copper locks. Referring to the Married

Woman's Improperty Act a correspondent paints out that the

Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her

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innocenth eyes. O, felicious coolpose! If all the MacCrawls would

only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! That's handsel for

gertles! Never mind Micklemans! Chat us instead! The cad

with the pope's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of

Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing

solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Just a prinche for to-

night! Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepace.

The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. The Boot lane

brigade. And she had a certain medicine brought her in a

licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are

advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and

that he may never come out! Only look through your leather-

box one day with P.C.Q. about 4.32 or at 8 and 22.5 with the

quart of scissions masters and clerk and the bevyhum of Marie

Reparatrices for a good allround sympowdhericks purge, full view,

to be surprised to see under the grand piano Lily on the sofa (and

a lady!) pulling a low and then he'd begin to jump a little bit to

find out what goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous

bussness by kissing and looking into a mirror.

    That we were treated not very grand when the police and

everybody is all bowing to us when we go out in all directions

on Wanterlond Road with my cubarola glide? And, personably

speaking, they can make their beaux to my alce, as Hillary Allen

sang to the opennine knighters. Item, we never were chained to a

chair, and, bitem, no widower whother soever followed us about

with a fork on Yankskilling Day. Meet a great civilian (proud

lives to him!) who is gentle as a mushroom and a very affectable

when he always sits forenenst us for his wet while to all whom

it may concern Sully is a thug from all he drunk though he is a

rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were here-

arther to lodge our complaint on sergeant Laraseny in consequence

of which in such steps taken his health would be constably broken

into potter's pance which would be the change of his life by a

Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispianity.

    Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by more polite con-

versation with a huntered persent human over the natural bestness

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of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb and shag.

While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is

thanks, beloved, to Adam, our former first Finnlatter and our

grocerest churcher, as per Grippiths' varuations, for his beautiful

crossmess parzel.

    Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the Rathgarries,

wagging here about around the rhythms in me amphybed and he

being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty

damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are

proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your

answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is

another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker

of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up

and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my

daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.

    Alma Luvia, Pollabella.

P.S. Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now

with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies.

Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.

    Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and

folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound,

falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and

then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes

in. And robins in crews so. It is for me goolden wending.

Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so

long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm.

Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a

fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and

aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called

me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!

You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you

too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me

to slump. But am good and rested. Taks to you, toddy, tan ye!

Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day

one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues.

A comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your

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umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine

for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in

the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! When you're in the

buckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. Fiftyseven and

three, cosh, with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his pooraroon

Eireen, they'll. Pride, comfytousness, enevy! You make me think

of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man me-

gallant, with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or,

no, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebrey erse from the Dark

Countries. Come and let us! We always said we'd. And go abroad.

Rathgreany way perhaps. The childher are still fast. There is no

school today. Them boys is so contrairy. The Head does be

worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and

Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in

the twinngling of an aye. Som. So oft. Sim. Time after time.

The sehm asnuh. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When

one of him sighs or one of him cries 'tis you all over. No peace

at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the

water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Dodd-

pebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much

more dirty clothes to publish. From the Laundersdale Minssions.

One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting

his widdle. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits

and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after,

all you were wanton! Bidding me do this and that and the other.

And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give

to have a girl! Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky! The

way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade.

If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways,

runaways a stray. She's as merry as the gricks still. 'Twould be

sore should ledden sorrow. I'll wait. And I'll wait. And then if

all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops hospodch and

the slusky slut too. He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you

round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. If you

spun your yarns to him on the swishbarque waves I was spelling

my yearns to her over cottage cake. We'll not disturb their sleep-

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ing duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the

flame is, hear! Let's our joornee saintomichael make it. Since the

lausafire has lost and the book of the depth is. Closed. Come!

Step out of your shell! Hold up you free fing! Yes. We've light

enough. I won't take our laddy's lampern. For them four old

windbags of Gustsofairy to be blowing at. Nor you your ruck-

sunck. To bring all the dannymans out after you on the hike. Send

Arctur guiddus! Isma! Sft! It is the softest morning that ever I

can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly, our Ilma. Yet.

Until it's the time. And me and you have made our. The sons of

bursters won in the games. Still I'll take me owld Finvara for my

shawlders. The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. With a taste

of roly polony from Blugpuddels after. To bring out the tang of

the tay. Is't you fain for a roost brood? Oaxmealturn, all out of

the woolpalls! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars clutter-

ing round us, clottering for their creams. Crying, me, grownup

sister! Are me not truly? Lst! Only but, theres a but, you must

buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly. When next you go to Market

Norwall. They're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's

slooped its line. Mrknrk? Fy arthou! Come! Give me your great

bearspaw, padder avilky, fol a miny tiny. Dola. Mineninecy-

handsy, in the languo of flows. That's Jorgen Jargonsen. But you

understood, nodst? I always know by your brights and shades.

Reach down. A lil mo. So. Draw back your glave. Hot and hairy,

hugon, is your hand! Here's where the falskin begins. Smoos as

an infams. One time you told you'd been burnt in ice. And one

time it was chemicalled after you taking a lifeness. Maybe that's

why you hold your hodd as if. And people thinks you missed the

scaffold. Of fell design. I'll close me eyes. So not to see. Or see only

a youth in his florizel, a boy in innocence, peeling a twig, a child be-

side a weenywhite steed. The child we all love to place our hope in

for ever. All men has done something. Be the time they've come to

the weight of old fletch. We'll lave it. So. We will take our walk

before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells. In the church

by the hearseyard. Pax Goodmens will. Or the birds start their

treestirm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! And

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cooshes, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see,

they're as white as the riven snae. For us. Next peaters poll you

will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella

woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh

O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round

the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the

po to shambe on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen

on to the brows of a Viker Eagle. Not such big strides, huddy

foddy! You'll crush me antilopes I saved so long for. They're

Penisole's. And the two goodiest shoeshoes. It is hardly a Knut's

mile or seven, possumbotts. It is very good for the health of a

morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all around. As

leisure paces. And the helpyourselftoastrool cure's easy. It seems

so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away.

Afartodays, afeartonights, and me as with you in thadark. You

will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where

I am bringing you? You remember? When I ran berrying after

hucks and haws. With you drawing out great aims to hazel me

from the hummock with your sling. Our cries. I could lead you

there and I still by you in bed. Les go dutc to Danegreven,

nos? Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our

hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. And

the rest of the guns. Sullygan eight, from left to right. Olobobo,

ye foxy theagues! The moskors thought to ball you out. Or

the Wald Unicorns Master, Bugley Captain, from the Naul, drawls

up by the door with the Honourable Whilp and the Reverend

Poynter and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus,

in their riddletight raiding hats for to lift a hereshealth to their

robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host

out with your duck and your duty, capapole, while they reach

him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wis on your poll

and stick this in your ear, wiggly! Beauties don't answer and the

rich never pays. If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you,

Heathtown, Harbourstown, Snowtown, Four Knocks, Fleming-

town, Bodingtown to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they

housed to house you after the Platonic garlens! And all because,

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loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori coricome

huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came

safe through. Enough of that horner corner! And old mutther-

goosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's

something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty

went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door

always open. For a newera's day. Much as your own is. You

invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and

everything. Remember to take off your white hat, ech? When

we come in the presence. And say hoothoothoo, ithmuthisthy!

His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast kertssey too. If

the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow

tow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place

be! Saying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise,

plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first

cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom

Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And

I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the

castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is

anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know

our way from there surely. Flura's way. Where once we led so

many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaugh-

nessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburg-

ghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit

us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm uncon-

sciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there

Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning

is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls

alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're

wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for

be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a

prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsnolleges I pecked

up me meself. Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest

crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an an, heth hith ences.

But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map.

Rased on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his

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world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked.

On his mugisstosst surface. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob.

When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime

then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page

when I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but,

and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lss.

Unbuild and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll

cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With

acute bubel runtoer for to pippup and gopeep where the sterres

be. Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. Amid

the soleness. Tilltop, bigmaster! Scale the summit! You're not

so giddy any more. All your graundplotting and the little it

brought! Humps, when you hised us and dumps, when you

doused us! But sarra one of me cares a brambling ram, pomp

porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me hoom. Park and a

pub for me. Only don't start your stunts of Donachie's yeards

agoad again. I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one, tuf-

nut! Bold bet backwords. For the loves of sinfintins! Before the

naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One

of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again.

Blessed shield Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about

the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest,

won't you, dowling? Wordherfhull Ohldhbhoy! And you won't

urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooney, with a spot of mara-

shy. Sm! It's Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. I'm in

everywince nasturtls. Even in Houlth's nose. Medeurscodeignus!

Astale of astoun. Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are!

When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cum-

hulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there

here's nobody here only me. But I near fell off the pile of samples.

As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Is that right what

your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged

up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling

into his foulplace and losing her pentacosts after drinking their

pledges? Howsomendeavour, you done me fine! The only man

was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. Our native

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night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and

then your Jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beard-

wig I found in your Clarksome bag. Pharaops you'll play you're

the king of Aeships. You certainly make the most royal of noises.

I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show

you to every simple storyplace we pass. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue,

Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villities valleties. Change the plates

for the next course of murphies! Spendlove's still there and the

canon going strong and so is Claffey's habits endurtaking and

our parish pomp's a great warrent. But you'll have to ask that

same four that named them is always snugging in your bar-

salooner, saying they're the best relicts of Conal O'Daniel and

writing Finglas since the Flood. That'll be some kingly work in pro-

gress. But it's by this route he'll come some morrow. And I

can signal you all flint and fern are rasstling as we go by. And

you'll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it. It is all

so often and still the same to me. Snf? Only turf, wick dear! Clane

turf. You've never forgodden batt on tarf, have you, at broin

burroow, what? Mch? Why, them's the muchrooms, come up

during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. Dom on dam,

dim in dym. And a capital part for olympics to ply at. Steadyon,

Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you'll knock. While I'm dodging

the dustbins. Look what I found! A lintil pea. And look at here!

This cara weeseed. Pretty mites, my sweetthings, was they poor-

loves abandoned by wholawidey world? Neighboulotts for new-

town. The Eblanamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the

dumblynass. But the still sama sitta. I've lapped so long. As you

said. It fair takes. If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't

speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. Why I'm

all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away

the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their.

The fair that wore. All them that's gunne. I'll begin again in a

jiffey. The nik of a nad. How glad you'll be I waked you! My!

How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn by the vagurin

here and then it's gooder. So side by side, turn agate, wedding-

town, laud men of Londub! I only hope whole the heavens sees

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us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. Anna-

mores leep. Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong big-

tider. Allgearls is wea. At times. So. While you're adamant evar.

Wrhps, that wind as if out of norewere! As on the night of the

Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a

bogue and arrohs! Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips

me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here, weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you

meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us

two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The swankysuits was

boosting always, sure him, he was like to me fad. But the swag-

gerest swell off Shackvulle Strutt. And the fiercest freaky ever

followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful

of fat. But a king of whistlers. Scieoula! When he'd prop me atlas

against his goose and light our two candles for our singers duohs

on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to

make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful

fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hilly-

droops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while

blubles blows there'll still be sealskers. There'll be others but non

so for me. Yed he never knew we seen us before. Night after

night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd

stand fornenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of 

branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And

one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black 

shadow with a sheeny stare to perce me rawly. And I'd frozen

up and pray for thawe. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone

then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking

Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you

looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost

now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me

heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev

do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As

duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?

Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this bay-

light's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing

from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening

---

up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and

you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills

again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist.

Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank

sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her

own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there.

Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll

be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me

mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud.

In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only.

It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain

now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her

rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Think-

ing always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and

is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of

the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now

they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little

warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the

greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy

leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me

letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought

you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only

a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in

glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort

out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and

bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild

dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, alla-

niuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia,

when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird,

haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For

'tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of

our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed

of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe.

Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O

bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see.

Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's

---

sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad

father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere

size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me

seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them

rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo

moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me.

All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff!

So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you

done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now

under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink

I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes,

tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush

to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us

then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-

endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a

long the

PARIS,

1922-1939.