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

        Chapter 4

     As  the  lion,in  our teargarten  remembers the nenuphars  of  his Nile
(shall Ariuz forget Arioun or Boghas the baregams of the  Marmarazalles from
Marmeniere?)  it may  be, tots  wearsense  full  a  naggin  in twentyg  have
sigilposted  what  in our brievingbust,  the  besieged bedreamt him stil and
solely of those lililiths undeveiled which hat undone him, gone for age, and
knew not the watchful treachers at his wake, and theirs to stay. Fooi, fooi,
chamermissies!  Zeepyzoepy,  larcenlads!  Zijnzijn  Zijnzijn! It may be,  we
moest  ons  hasten  selves te declareer  it, that he  reglimmed? presaw? the
fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and shone. It
may be, we habben to upseek a  bitty  door our good township's courants want
we knew't,  that  with his deepseeing insight (had not wishing  oftebeen but
good time wasted), within his  patriarchal shamanah, broadsteyne 'bove citie
(Twillby! Twillby!) he conscious  of  enemies, a kingbilly whitehorsed in  a
Finglas mill, prayed, as  he sat on anxious seat, (kunt ye neat gift mey toe
bout a peer saft eyballds !)  during that three and a hellof hours' agony of
silence,  ex  profundis  malorum,  and bred with unfeigned  charity that his
wordwounder (an engles to the teeth who, nomened  Nash of Girahash,would  go
anyold where in  the  weeping  world  on  his  mottled  belly (the rab,  the
kreeponskneed!)  for  milk,  music  or  married  missusses)  might,mercy  to
providential benevolence's who hates prudencies' astuteness, unfold into the
first of  a distinguished dynasty of his  posteriors,  blackfaced connemaras
not of the fold but elder children of his  household,  his most besetting of
ideas (  pace  his twolve predamanant  passions) being the formation,  as in
more  favoured  climes, where the Meadow of Honey  is guestfriendly  and the
Mountain  of Joy receives, of  a truly criminal  stratum, Ham's cribcracking
yeggs, thereby at last eliminating from all classes and masses with directly
derivative  decasualisation:   sigarius  (sic!)   vindicat  urbes   terrorum
(sicker!): and so, to  mark  a bank  taal  she arter,  the  obedience of the
citizens elp the ealth of the ole.
     Now gode. Let us leave  theories there and return to  here's here.  Now
hear.  'Tis gode again. The teak  coffin, Pughglasspanelfitted, feets to the
east, was to  turn in later,  and pitly  patly  near the porpus,  materially
effecting  the cause. And  this,  liever,  is the thinghowe. Any  number  of
conservative public bodies, through a number of select  and other committees
having power to add to their  number, before  voting themselves and himself,
town, port and  garrison, by a fit and proper resolution, following a koorts
order of the groundwet, once for all out of plotty existence, as a forescut,
so you maateskippey might to you cuttinrunner on a neuw pack of klerds, made
him,  while  his body  still persisted, their present  of a protem  grave in
Moyelta  of the  best  Lough Neagh pattern,  then as  much  in demand  among
misonesans as the Isle of Man today among limniphobes. Wacht even! It was in
a  fairly  fishy kettlekerry,  after  the  Fianna's  foreman  had  taken his
handful, enriched  with  ancient  woods and dear  dutchy deeplinns mid which
were  an  old knoll  and a troutbeck, vainyvain  of  her osiery and a chatty
sally with any Wilt or Walt who would  ongle her as Izaak did  to the tickle
of his  rod and watch her waters of  her  sillying waters  of and there  now
brown peater arripple  (may  their quilt gild lightly over his somnolulutent
form!) Whoforyou lies his last, by the wrath of Bog, like the erst curst Hun
in the bed of his treubleu Donawhu.
     Best. This  wastohavebeen underground heaven,  or mole's paradise which
was probably also  an inversion of a phallopharos, intended to foster  wheat
crops  and  to  ginger up tourist trade (its architecht,  Mgr Peurelachasse,
having  been  obcaecated  lest he  should petrifake  suchanevver  while  the
contractors  Messrs T. A. Birkett and L.  O. Tuohalls were made invulnerably
venerable)  first in the west,  our  misterbilder, Castlevillainous,  openly
damned and  blasted  by  means  of a  hydromine, system,Sowan  and  Belting,
exploded from a reinvented T.N.T. bombingpost up ahoy of  eleven  and thirty
wingrests (circiter)  to  sternbooard  out  of his  aerial  thorpeto,  Auton
Dynamon, contacted with the expectant minefield by tins of improved  ammonia
lashed  to  her shieldplated gunwale, and  fused into tripupcables, slipping
through  tholse and playing  down  from  the conning tower  into the  ground
battery fuseboxes,  all differing as clocks from keys since  nobody appeared
to  have  the  same  time  of  beard, some  saying by  their  Oorlog it  was
Sygstryggs to nine, more holding with the Ryan vogt it was Dane to pfife. He
afterwards whaanever his blaetther began to fail  off him and his rough bark
was  wholly  husky  and, stoop  by  stoop,  he  neared  it  (wouldmanspare!)
carefully lined the ferroconcrete result  with rotproof bricks  and  mortar,
fassed  to fossed, and  retired beneath the heptarchy of his towerettes, the
beauchamp, byward, bull and lion,  the white, the wardrobe and  bloodied, so
encouraging (insteppen,  alls als hats beliefd!) additional  useful councils
public with hoofd offdealings which were welholden of  ladykants te huur out
such as the Breeders' Union, the Guild of Merchants of the Staple et, a.u.c.
to present unto him  with funebral pomp, over and  above that, a  stone slab
with the usual Mac Pelah address of velediction,  a very fairworded instance
of  falsemeaning  adamelegy:  We  have  done  ours gohellt  with  you,  Heer
Herewhippit, overgiven it, skidoo!
     But t'house and allaboardshoops ! Show coffins, winding sheets, goodbuy
bierchepes,  cinerary  urns,  liealoud  blasses,  snuffchests,  poteentubbs,
lacrimal  vases, hoodendoses,  reekwaterbeckers, breakmiddles, zootzaks  for
eatlust,   including   upyourhealthing   rookworst   and   meathewersoftened
forkenpootsies and for that  matter, javel  also, any kind of  inhumationary
bric au brac for the adornment of his glasstone honophreum, would, met these
trein  of  konditiens,  naturally follow, halas,  in  the  ordinary  course,
enabling that roundtheworlder wandelingswight, did suches  pass him, to live
all safeathomely the presenile days of  his  life of  opulence, ancient  ere
decrepitude,  late lents  last lenience, till stuffering stage, whaling away
the whole of the while (hypnos chilia eonion!) lethelulled between explosion
and reexplosion  (Donnaurwatteur! Hunderthunder!) from grosskopp to megapod,
embalmed, of grand age, rich in death anticipated.
     But  abide  Zeit's sumonserving, rise afterfall.  Blueblitzbolted  from
there,  knowing the hingeworms of the hallmirks of habitationlesness, buried
burrowing in Gehinnon,  to proliferate through all  his Unterwealth, seam by
seam, sheol om sheol, and revisit our Uppercrust Sideria of Utilitarios, the
divine one, the  hoarder hidden propaguting his plutorpopular  progeniem  of
pots and  pans and  pokers and puns from  biddenland  to  boughtenland,  the
spearway fore the spoorway.
     The other  spring  offensive on  the  heights of Abraham may  have come
about all quite by accidence, Foughtarundser (for Breedabrooda had at length
presuaded him to have  himself to be as septuply buried as the murdered Cian
in Finntown), had not been three monads in his watery grave (what vigilantes
and  ridings  then and  spuitwyne  pledges with  aardappel frittling!)  when
portrifaction, dreyfussed as ever, began  to  ramp, ramp, ramp, the boys are
parching.  A  hoodenwinkle gave the signal  and a  blessing  paper freed the
flood. Why did the patrizien make him scares with  his gruntens? Because the
druiven were muskating at the door. From both Celtiberian camps (granting at
the onset  for  the  sake of argument that men on the two sides in New South
Ireland and Vetera Uladh, bluemin and pillfaces, during the ferment With the
Pope  or  On the  Pope,  had,  moors  or letts,  grant  ideas,  grunted) all
conditions,  poor  cons  and  dives mor, each,  of  course,  on  the  purely
doffensive since the  eternals were owlwise on their side every  time,  were
drawn toowards their Bellona's Black Bottom, once Woolwhite's Waltz (Ohiboh,
how becrimed, becursekissed and bedumbtoit!) some for want of proper feeding
in youth, others already caught in the honourable act of slicing careers for
family  and  carvers  in conjunction; and,  if  emaciated nough,  the person
garrotted may have suggested to whomever he took the ham of, the plain being
involved in darkness, low cirque waggery,  nay, even the first old wugger of
himself  in  the flesh, whiggissimus  incarnadined, when falsesighted by the
ifsuchhewas bully on the hill for there  had  circulated freely fairly among
his opposition  the  feeling  that in  so  hibernating  Massa  Ewacka,  who,
previous to  that demidetached life, had been known of barmicidal days, cook
said, between soups  and savours, to get  outside  his own length of rainbow
trout and  taerts  atta  tarn as no man of  woman born, nay could,  like the
great crested brebe, devour his threescoreten of roach per lifeday, ay,  and
as many minnow a minute (the big mix, may  Gibbet choke him !) was, like the
salmon  of  his ladderleap all this time of totality secretly and by suckage
feeding on his own misplaced fat.
     Ladies  did  not  disdain those pagan  ironed  times of the firs;  city
(called  after  the  ugliest  Danadune) when a  frond was a friend inneed to
carry,  as earwigs do their dead,  their soil to the earthball where indeeth
we  shall   calm  decline,  our  legacy   unknown.  Venuses  were  gigglibly
temptatrix, vulcans guffawably eruptious and the whole wives' world frockful
of  fickles. Fact, any human inyon you liked any erenoon or efter would take
her bare  godkin  out, or  an  even pair of  hem, (lugod  ! lugodoo  !)  and
prettily pray with him (or with  em  even) everyhe  to  her taste, long  for
luck, tapette  and tape petter and take pettest of  all. (Tip!) Wells  she'd
woo and wills she's win but how  the deer knowed  where she'd marry! Arbour,
bucketroom, caravan, ditch? Coach, carriage, wheelbarrow, dungcart?
     Kate Strong, a widow (Tiptip!)--she pulls a  lane picture  for us, in a
dreariodreama setting, glowing and very  vidual, of old dumplan as she nosed
it,  a  homelike cottage of  elvanstone  with droppings of biddies, stinkend
pusshies,  moggies' duggies, rotten  witchawubbles,  festering  rubbages and
beggars'  bullets,  if  not worse,  sending salmofarious germs in  gleefully
through  the smithereen panes--Widow  Strong, then, as her weaker had turned
him to  the wall  (Tiptiptip!), did most  all the scavenging from  good King
Hamlaugh's gulden dayne though her lean besom  cleaned but sparingly and her
bare statement reads  that, there being no  macadamised sidetracks on  those
old  nekropolitan  nights  in,  barring  a  footbatter,  Bryant's  Causeway,
bordered  with  speedwell, white clover and  sorrel a wood knows, which left
off,  being beaten,  where  the  plaintiff  was struck,  she  left  down, as
scavengers, who will  be scavengers must, her filthdump  near the Serpentine
in  Phornix  Park  (at  her  time  called  Finewell's  Keepsacre  but  later
tautaubapptossed Pat's Purge), that dangerfield circling butcherswood  where
fireworker oh flaherty  engaged a nutter of castlemallards and ah for archer
stunned's turk,  all over which fossil  footprints, bootmarks,  fingersigns,
elbowdints, breechbowls,  a.  s. o. were  all successively traced  of a most
envolving  description.  What  subtler  timeplace  of  the weald  than  such
wolfsbelly castrament to will hide a leabhar from Thursmen's brandihands  or
a  loveletter, lostfully hers,  that  would  be lust on Ma, than  then  when
ructions ended, than here where race began: and by four hands of forethought
the first  babe of  reconcilement is laid in its last  cradle of hume  sweet
hume.  Give over  it! And  no more of it! So pass the pick for child sake! O
men!
     For hear Allhighest sprack for krischnians as  for propagana fidies and
his nuptial eagles sharped their beaks of prey: and every morphyl man of us,
pome by pome, falls back into this terrine: as  it was  let it be,  says he!
And it is as though where Agni araflammed and Mithra monished and Shiva slew
as mayamutras the obluvial waters of our noarchic memory withdrew, windingly
goharksome,  to some hastyswasty timberman  torchpriest, flamenfan, the ward
of the  wind that lightened the fire that lay in the wood that Jove bolt, at
his rude word. Posidonius O'Fluctuary! Lave that bloody stone as it is! What
are  you doing your dirty minx and his  big treeblock way up your path? Slip
around, you, by the rare of the ministers'! And, you, take  that barrel back
where  you  got  it, Mac  Shane's,  and  go  the  way  your  old  one  went,
Hatchettsbury Road! And gish! how they gushed  away, the pennyfares, a whole
school for  scamper,  with  their sashes  flying  sish behind  them, all the
little pirlypettes! Issy-la-Chapelle! Any lucans, please?
     Yes, the viability of vicinals if invisible is  invincible. And  we are
not trespassing on his corns  either. Look at all the plotsch! Fluminian! If
this was Hannibal's  walk it was Hercules' work.  And a hungried thousand of
the unemancipated slaved the way. The mausoleum lies behind us (O Adgigasta,
multipopulipater!) and there are milestones in their cheadmilias  faultering
along  the  tramestrack  by  Brahm  and  Anton Hermes!  Per omnibus  secular
seekalarum. Amain. But the past has made us this present of a rhedarhoad. So
more boher O'Connell! Though rainyhidden, you're rhinohide.  And if he's not
a Romeo you may scallop your hat. Wereupunder in the fane of Saint Fiacre  !
Halte !
     It was hard by the howe's there, plainly on this disoluded and a buchan
cold spot, rupestric  then,  resurfaced that now is,  that Luttrell sold  if
Lautrill  bought, in the  saddle of the Brennan's  (now Malpasplace?)  pass,
versts and  versts  from true  civilisation, not where  his dreams top their
traums halt (Beneathere! Benathere!)  but  where livland yontide meared with
the wilde, saltlea with flood, that the attackler, a cropatkin, though under
medium  and between colours  with truly native pluck, engaged the  Adversary
who had more  in his eye than was less to his leg but whom for plunder sake,
he mistook in the  heavy  rain to  be  Oglethorpe or some other ginkus, Parr
aparrently,   to   whom   the   headandheelless   chickenestegg  bore   some
Michelangiolesque resemblance, making use of  sacrilegious languages to  the
defect that he would challenge their hemosphores to exterminate  them but he
would  cannonise  the  b  -- y b -- r's life  out of  him  and  lay  him out
contritely  as smart  as  the  b--r  had  his  b--y nightprayers said, three
patrecknocksters and a  couplet of  hellmuirries  (tout  est sacr'  pour  un
sacreur, femme ... barbe ou homme-nourrice) at the same time, so as to plugg
well let the blubbywail  ghoats out of him, catching holst of an  oblong bar
he had and with which he usually broke furnitures he rose the stick  at him.
The   boarder   incident  prerepeated  itself.   The  pair  (whethertheywere
Nippoluono engaging Wei-Ling-Taou or  de Razzkias trying to reconnoistre the
general  Boukeleff,   man  may  not  say),  struggled  apairently  for  some
considerable  time,  (the cradle rocking equally to one  and oppositely from
the other  on  its law of capture  and  recapture),  under  the All In rules
around  the  booksafe,  fighting  like  purple  top  and  tipperuhry  Swede,
(Secremented  Servious of  the Divine  Zeal !)  and in the  course of  their
tussle the toller man, who had opened his bully bowl  to  beg,  said to  the
miner who was  carrying the  worm  (a handy term for the portable distillery
which  consisted  of  three vats, two  jars and  several  bottles  though we
purposely say  nothing of  the stiff, both parties having an interest in the
spirits): Let  me  go, Pautheen! I  hardly  knew  ye. Later  on,  after  the
solstitial pause for refleshmeant,  the same man (or a different and younger
him  of   the  same  ham)  asked   in  the  vermicular  with  a  very  oggly
chew-chin-grin: Was six victolios fifteen pigeon takee offa you, tell he me,
stlongfella,  by picky-pocky ten to foul months behindaside? There were some
further collidabanter and severe tries to convert  for  the best  part of an
hour and now a  woden affair in the shape of a webley (we at  once recognise
our old friend Ned of so many illortemporate letters) fell from the intruser
who, as stuck  as that cat to  that mouse in that tube of  that christchurch
organ, (did the imnage  of  Girl Cloud Pensive flout above  them light young
charm,  in ribbons and  pigtail?) whereupon became friendly and, saying  not
his shirt to tear, to know wanted, joking and knobkerries, all aside laying,
if his change companion who stuck  still to the  invention of his strongbox,
with a tenacity corrobberating their mutual tenitorial  rights,  happened to
have the  loots change  of  a tenpound crickler about  him  at  the  moment,
addling that hap so, he would pay him back the six vics odd, do you see, out
of that for what was taken on the man  of samples last  Yuni or Yuly, do you
follow me, Capn? To this the other, Billi with the Boule, who had mummed and
mauled  up  to  that (for he  was  hesitency  carried  to excelcism)  rather
amusedly replied:  Woowoo  would  you be  grossly surprised, Hill, to  learn
that, as it so happens, I honestly have not such a thing as  the loo, as the
least chance  of  a tinpanned crackler anywhere  about  me  at  the  present
mohomoment but I believe I can see my way, as you suggest, it being Yuletide
or Yuddanfest and as it's mad nuts,  son, for you  when it's hatter's hares,
mon,  for me,  to  advance  you  something like four and  sevenpence between
hopping ar_d trapping  which you might just as well have, boy baches, to buy
J.  J. and S. with.  There  was  a  minute silence  before  memory's  fire's
rekindling and  then. Heart alive  ! Which at very first wind of gay gay and
whiskwigs  wick's  ears pricked up, the starving  gunman,  strike  him pink,
became strangely  calm and forthright sware  by all his lards porsenal  that
the thorntree of sheol  might ramify up his Sheofon to the lux apointlex but
he would go good to him suntime marx my  word fort,  for a chip off the  old
Flint,   (in  the  Nichtian  glossery  which   purveys  aprioric  roots  for
aposteriorious tongues this is nat language at any  sinse  of  the world and
one might as fairly go and kish his sprogues as fail to  certify whether the
wartrophy eluded at  some lives  earlier was  that somethink like a  jug, to
what,  a coctable) and remarxing in  languidoily, seemingly much more highly
pleased than tongue  could tell  at  this  opening  of  a  lifetime and  the
foretaste of  the Dun  Bank pearlmothers and the boy  to wash down  which he
would  feed  to himself in  the Ruadh Cow at Tallaght and then into the Good
Woman at Ringsend and after her inat Conway's Inn at Blackrock and, first to
fall, cursed be  all, where appetite would keenest be, atte, funeral fare or
fun fain  real, Adam and Eve's in Quantity Street by the grace of gamy queen
Tailte, her  will and  testament: You stunning little southdowner!  I'd know
you  anywhere,  Declaney,  let  me  truthfully tell  you in  or  out  of the
lexinction of life and who the hell else, be your blanche patch on the boney
part! Goalball I've struck this daylit dielate night of nights, by golly! My
hat, you  have  some  bully  German  grit,  sundowner! He spud  in his faust
(axin); he toped the raw best (pardun); he poked his pick (a tip is  a tap):
and he tucked his friend's  leave.And, with French hen or the  portlifowlium
of hastes and leisures, about to continue that,the  queer  mixture exchanged
the pax in embrace or poghue puxy as practised between  brothers of the same
breast,  hillelulia, killelulia, allenalaw, and, having  ratified before the
god  of the  day their torgantruce  which belittlers have schmallkalled  the
treatyng to cognac, turning his fez menialstrait in the direction of Moscas,
he first got rid  of a few mitsmillers  and hurooshoos and levanted off with
tubular  jurbulance at  a bull's  run over the  assback bridge,spitting  his
teeths on  rooths,with  the  seven and four in danegeld  and  their  humoral
hurlbat  or  other  uncertain  weapon  of  lignum  vitae,  but  so  evermore
rhumanasant  of  a  toboggan  poop,  picked up  to  keep  some  crowplucking
appointment  with some  rival  rialtos  anywheres between  Pearidge  and the
Littlehorn while this poor delaney, who they left along with the confederate
fender behind and who albeit ballsbluffed, bore up wonderfully wunder all of
it  with  a  whole  number of  plumsized contusiums,  plus  alasalah bruised
coccyx, all over him, reported  the occurance  in the best way he  could, to
the  flabbergaze  of  the  whole lab,  giving the Paddybanners  the military
salute  as  for  his  exilicy's the O'Daffy,  in  justifiable hope  that, in
nobiloroman  review  of  the  hugely   sitisfactuary  conclusium   of  their
negotiations and the jugglemonkysh agripment  deinderivative, some lotion or
fomentation  of  poppyheads would be jennerously exhibited to  the parts, at
the nearest  watchhouse  in Vicar Lane, the  white  ground of his  face  all
covered with digonally redcrossed nonfatal  mammalian blood as proofpositive
of  the seriousness  of his  character  and that  he  was bleeding  in  self
defience  (stanch it!) from  the nostrils, lips, pavilion and  palate, while
some  of  his  hitter's  hairs had been pulled off his  knut's head by  Colt
though  otherwise his allround  health appeared to be  middling along  as it
proved most fortunate that not one of the two hundred and six bones and five
hundred and one muscles in his corso was a whit the whorse for her whacking.
Herwho?
     Nowthen, leaving clashing ash, brawn  and  muscle and brassmade to oust
earthernborn and rockcrystal  to wreck isinglass but wurming along gradually
for our savings backtowards motherwaters so many  miles from bank and Dublin
stone  (olympiading   even  till  the   eleventh   dynasty  to  reach   that
thuddysickend Hamlaugh)  and to the question of boney's unlawfully obtaining
a pierced paraflamme  and claptrap fireguard there crops out the  still more
salient point of the politish leanings and town pursuits of our forebeer, El
Don  De Dunelli, (may his ship thicked stick in the  bottol of the river and
all  his crewsers stock locked in the burral of the seas!) who, when  within
the black of  your toenail,  sir, of being mistakenly ambushed by one of the
uddahveddahs,  and as close as made no  matter, mam, to being kayoed offhand
when the hyougono heckler with the Peter the Painter wanted to hole him, was
consistently  practising  the  first  of  the  primary  and  imprescriptible
liberties of the  pacific subject by circulating (be  British, boys  to your
bellybone  and  chuck  a  chum a chance!) alongst  one of our  umphrohibited
semitary thrufahrts, open  to buggy and bike, to walk, Wellington Park road,
with  the curb  or quaker's quacknostrum under his auxter and his alpenstuck
in his  redhand,  a highly commendable exercise, or, number  two of our acta
legitima  plebeia, on the  brink (beware to  baulk a man  at his  will!)  of
taking place upon a public seat, to what, bare by Butt's, most easterly (but
all goes west!) of blackpool bridges, as a public protest and naturlikevice,
without  intent  to  annoy  either,  being  praisegood  thankfully  for  the
wrathbereaved ringdove  and  the fearstung boaconstrictor and all  the  more
right jollywell pleased, which he was, at having other people's weather.
     But to return to the atlantic and Phenitia  Proper. As if that were not
to be enough for anyone but  little headway, if any, was made in solving the
wasnottobe  crime cunundrum when  a  child of Maam, Festy King, of a  family
long and honourably associated with the tar and feather industries, who gave
an address in old plomansch Mayo  of the Saxons in  the heart of a foulfamed
potheen district, was subsequently haled up at the Old Bailey on the calends
of Mars, under an incompatibly framed indictment of  both  the  counts (from
each  equinoxious points  of view, the  one fellow's  fetch being  the other
follow's  person)  that is to see, flying  cushats out  of his ouveralls and
making  fesses  immodst  his forces  on  the field.  Oyeh!  Oyeh!  When  the
prisoner,   soaked   in  methylated,  appeared  in   dry  dock,   appatently
ambrosiaurealised,  like  Kersse's  Korduroy  Karikature,  wearing,  besides
stains, rents  and  patches, his fight shirt, straw braces, souwester  and a
policeman's corkscrew  trowswers, all out of the true  (as he had  purposely
torn  up all  his  cymtrymanx bespokes  in the mamertime), deposing for  his
exution with all the fluors of sparse in the  royal Irish vocabulary how the
whole padderjagmartin tripiezite suet and all  the sulfeit  of copperas  had
fallen off him quatz unaccountably like the chrystalisations of Alum on Even
while he was trying for to stick fire to himcell, (in feacht he was dripping
as he found upon stripping for a pipkin ofmalt as he feared the coold raine)
it  was  attempted by the  crown (P.C.  Robort)  to show  that  King,  elois
Crowbar,  once known as Meleky,  impersonating  a climbing boy, rubbed  some
pixes  of  any luvial peatsmoor  o'er his  face,  plucks and  pussas, with a
clanetourf  as  the  best  means  of  disguising  himself  and  was  to  the
middlewhite fair in Mudford of  a Thoorsday,  feishts of  Peeler  and  Pole,
under the  illassumed names  of  Tykingfest and Rabworc  picked  by him  and
Anthony out of a  tellafun book, ellegedly  with a pedigree pig (unlicensed)
and  a hyacinth. They were  on that sea by the plain of Ir nine hundred  and
ninetynine  years  and  they  never  cried  crack  or  ceased  from  regular
paddlewicking till that they landed their two and a  trifling selves, amadst
camel  and  ass, greybeard and suckling,  priest and  pauper, matrmatron and
merrymeg, into the  meddle of the  mudstorm.  The gathering, convened by the
Irish Angricultural and  Prepostoral Ouraganisations, to help the Irish muck
to look his brother dane in the face  and attended thanks  to Larry by large
numbers,  of  christies  and  jew's  totems,  tospite  of  the  deluge,  was
distinctly of a scattery kind when the ballybricken he could get no good of,
after cockofthewalking  through  a  few  fancyfought  mains ate some of  the
doorweg,  the  pikey  later selling  the  gentleman  ratepayer  because she,
Francie's sister, that is to say,ate a whole side of his (the animal's) sty,
on a struggle Street, Qui Sta Troia,  in order to pay off, hiss or lick, six
doubloons fifteen arrears of his, the villain's not the rumbler's rent.
     Remarkable evidence  was given, anon,  by  an eye, ear, nose and throat
witness, whom Wesleyan chapelgoers suspected of being a plain clothes priest
W.P., situate at Nullnull, Medical Square, who,  upon  letting down his rice
and peacegreen coverdisk  and having been sullenly cautioned against yawning
while being  grilled, smiled (he had  had a onebumper  at  parting  from Mrs
Molroe  in  the  morning)  and  stated  to  his  eliciter  under  his  morse
mustaccents (gobbless!) that he  slept with a bonafides and that he would be
there  to remember  the filth of November,  hatinaring, rowdy O, which, with
the jiboulees of Juno and the dates of ould  lanxiety, was going, please the
Rainmaker, to decembs  within the ephemerides  of profane history,  all  one
with  Tournay,   Yetstoslay  and   Temorah,   and  one   thing  which  would
pigstickularly strike  a person of such sorely tried observational powers as
Sam, him  and Moffat, though  theirs not to reason why,  the striking  thing
about  it  was that he was patrified to see, hear,  taste  and smell, as his
time of night, how Hyacinth O'Donnell,  B.A., described in the calendar as a
mixer and  wordpainter, with part of a sivispacem (Gaeltact for dungfork) on
the  fair green at  the hour of twenty-four o'clock sought (the bullycassidy
of the friedhoffer!) to sack, sock, stab and  slaughter singlehanded another
two  of  the  old  kings,  Gush  Mac  Gale and  Roaring  O'Crian, Jr.,  both
changelings, unlucalised, of no address and in noncommunicables, between him
and whom, ever  since wallops before the Mise of Lewes, bad blood existed on
the ground of the boer's trespass on the bull or because  he firstparted his
polarbeeber  hair  in  twoways,  or  because  they  were   creepfoxed   andt
grousuppers over  a  nippy  in a  noveletta, or  because they  could not say
meace,  (mute and daft)  meathe. The litigants, he  said, local congsmen and
donalds, kings of the arans and the dalkeys, kings of mud and tory, even the
goat king of Killorglin, were egged on by  their supporters  in the shape of
betterwomen with bowstrung hair of Carrothagenuine ruddiness, waving crimson
petties  and  screaming  from  Isod's  towertop. There  were cries  from the
thicksets in  court and from the macdublins on the bohernabreen of: Mind the
bank from  Banagher, Mick,  sir! Prodooce O'Donner. Ay! Exhibit his  relics!
Bu!  Use  the tongue mor! Give lip less! But it  oozed out in Deadman's Dark
Scenery  Court through crossexanimation of the casehardened testis that when
and  where that knife  of  knifes the treepartied ambush  was  laid (roughly
spouting around half  hours  'twixt  dusk  in dawn,  by  Waterhose's  Meddle
Europeic  Time,  near  Stop  and  Think,  high  chief  evervirens  and  only
abfalltree in auld the land) there  was not as  much light  from the widowed
moon  as  would dim a  child's altar.  The mixer, accordingly,  was  bluntly
broached, and in the best basel  to boot, as  to whether he was one of those
lucky cocks for whom the audible-visible-gnosible-edible world existed. That
he was only too  cognitively  conatively cogitabundantly sure of it because,
living, loving, breathing and sleeping morphomelosophopancreates, as he most
significantly  did, whenever he thought he heard he  saw he felt  he  made a
bell clipperclipperclipperclipper. Whether  he  was  practically sure too of
his lugs and truies names  in this  king and blouseman business? That he was
pediculously so. Certified? As cad could be. Be lying ! Be the lonee I will.
It was Morbus O' Somebody? A'Quite. Szerday's Son? A satyr  in  weddens. And
how did the greeneyed mister arrive at the B.A.? That it was like his  poll.
A crossgrained trapper with murty odd oogs, awflorated  ares, inquiline nase
and  a  twithcherous  mouph?  He would  be.  Who  could  bit  you  att to  a
tenyerdfuul when aastalled? Ballera jobbera. Some  majar bore too?  Iguines.
And with tumblerous legs, redipnominated Helmingham Erchenwyne Rutter Egbert
Crumwall  Odin Maximus  Esme  Saxon  Esa  Vercingetorix  Ethelwulf Rupprecht
Ydwalla  Bentley Osmund  Dysart Yggdrasselmann? Holy  Saint Eiffel, the very
phoenix! It was  Chudley Magnall  once more  between  the deffodates and the
dumb  scene? The two  childspies waapreesing  him  auza  de Vologue but  the
renting of his rock was from the three wicked Vuncouverers Forests bent down
awhits,   arthou  sure?   Yubeti,  Cumbilum  comes!  One   of   the  oxmen's
thingabossers,  hvad? And had  he been refresqued  by the  founts  of bounty
playing there -- is --  a --  pain -- aleland in Long's gourgling  barral? A
loss  of Lordedward and  a  lack of sirphilip  a surgeonet showeradown could
suck  more gargling  bubbles out of the  five lamps in  Portterand's praise.
Wirrgeling  and maries? As whose wouldn't, laving his leaftime in Blackpool.
But, of  course, he could call himself Tem, too, if he had time to? You butt
he  could  anytom. When  he pleased? Win  and place.  A  stoker temptated by
evesdripping aginst the driver who was a witness as well? Sacred avatar, how
the devil did they guess it! Two dreamyums in one dromium? Yes and no error.
And both as like as a duel of lentils? Peacisely.  So he  was  pelted out of
the  coram populo, was  he? Be the  powers  that  be  he  was. The prince in
principel should  not expose  his  person? Macchevuole!  Rooskayman kamerad?
Sooner Gallwegian he would say. Not  unintoxicated, fair witness? Drunk as a
fishup.  Askt to whether she minded whither he smuked? Not if he barkst into
phlegms. Anent his ajaciulations to his Crosscann Lorne, cossa? It was corso
in cursu on coarser again. The  gracious  miss was we not doubt sensible how
yellowatty on the  forx was altered? That she esually was, O'Dowd me not! As
to his religion,  if any?  It was the see-you-Sunday sort.  Exactly  what he
meant by a pederast prig? Bejacob's, just a gent who prayed his lent. And if
middleclassed.  portavorous was a  usual beast? Bynight as useful as a vomit
to a shorn man. If he had rognarised dtheir gcourts marsheyls? Dthat nday in
ndays he had.  Lindendelly, coke or skilllies spell me  gart without a gate?
Harlyadrope.  The grazing  rights (Mrs Magistra Martinetta) expired with the
expiry of the goat's sire, if they were  not mistaken? That he exactly could
not tell  the worshipfuls but his  mother-in-waders  had the recipis for the
price of the coffin  and that he was there to tell them that herself was the
velocipede that could  tell them kitcat. A maundarin tongue in  a  pounderin
jowl?  Father  ourder  about  the  mathers  of  prenanciation.  Distributary
endings? And we recommends. Quare hircum? No answer. Unde gentium fe . . . ?
No  ah. Are you not danzzling on  the age of a vulcano? Siar, I am deed. And
how olld of him? He was intendant to  study pulu. Which was meant in a shirt
of two  shifts macoghamade  or up  Finn, threehatted  ladder? That a head in
thighs  under a  bush at  the  sunface would  bait a serpent  to a  millrace
through  the heather. Arm bird colour defdum ethnic fort perharps? Sure  and
glomsk handy jotalpheson as well. Hokey jasons, then, in a pigeegeeses? On a
pontiff's order as ture as there's an ital on atac. As a gololy bit to joss?
Leally and  tululy.  But, why this hankowchaff and whence  this second tone,
son-yet-sun? He had  the  cowtaw in  his buxers  flay of face. So this  that
Solasistras,  setting odds evens at defiance, took the laud from Labouriter?
What displaced Tob, Dilke  and  Halley,  not been greatly in  love with  the
game. And, changing  the venders,  from the king's head  to the republican's
arms, as  to  the  pugnaxities evinxed from flagfall to  antepost during the
effrays  round  fatherthyme's beckside  and  the  regents  in the  plantsown
raining,  with the skiddystars and the  morkernwindup, how they appealed  to
him  then?  That  it   was  wildfires  night  on  all  the  bettygallaghers.
Mickmichael's  soords   shrieking   shrecks   through   the  wilkinses   and
neckanicholas' toastingforks pricking prongs up the tunnybladders. Let there
be fight?  And there  was.  Foght. On the  site  of the  Angel's, you  said?
Guinney's Gap,  he said, between what they said and the pussykitties. In the
middle of the garth, then? That  they mushn't toucht it. The  devoted couple
was  or  were  only  two  disappainted  solicitresses  on  the  job  of  the
unfortunate class on Saturn's  mountain  fort?  That  was about it, jah! And
Camellus  then  said to Gemellus: I should know you? Parfaitly. And Gemellus
then said to  Camellus:  Yes,  your brother?  Obsolutely. And if  it was all
about that, egregious sir? About that and the other. If he was not  alluding
to the whole in the wall? That he was when he was not eluding from the whole
of  the woman.  Briefly, how such beginall finally struck him  now? Like the
crack that bruck the bank in Multifarnham. Whether he fell in with what they
meant? Cursed that he  suppoxed he  did.  Thos  Thoris,  Thomar's Thom?  The
rudacist  rotter in  Roebuckdom.  Surtopical? And  subhuman. If  it was,  in
yappanoise language, ach bad clap? Oo! Ah! Augs and ohrs with Rhian O'kehley
to put it tertianly, we wrong? Shocking! Such as  turly pearced our really's
that he  might, that he might never, that  he might never that night? Treely
and                                                                 rurally.
Bladyughfoulmoecklenburgwhurawhorascortastrumpapornanennykocksapastippata --
ppatupperstrippuckputtanach, eh? You have it alright.
     Meirdreach an Oincuish ! But a new complexion  was put  upon the matter
when to the perplexedly uncondemnatory bench (whereon punic judgeship strove
with penal law) the senior king of all, Pegger Festy, as soon  as the  outer
layer of stucckomuck  had been removed at the request of a few  live jurors,
declared in a loudburst of  poesy, through his Brythonic interpreter on  his
oath, mhuith peisth  mhuise  as fearra bheura muirre  hriosmas, whereas take
notice be  the  relics  of the bones  of the  story bouchal that was  ate be
Cliopatrick  (the sow) princess  of parked porkers,  afore God and all their
honours  and king's  commons  that, what  he  would swear to the Tierney  of
Dundalgan or any  other Tierney, yif live thurkells  folloged him about sure
that  was no steal  and that,  nevertheless, what  was deposited  from  that
eyebold earbig noseknaving gutthroat, he did not fire  a stone either before
or after he was born down and  up  to  that time. And, incidentalising  that
they might talk about  Markarthy or they might walk to Baalastartey  or they
might  join the nabour party and  come on to Porterfeud this the sockdologer
had  the  neck to endorse with the  head  bowed on him  over  his  outturned
noreaster   by  protesting  to  his   lipreaders   with  a   justbeencleaned
barefacedness,  abeam  of  moonlight's hope, in  the same trelawney what  he
would  impart,  pleas bench. to the  Llwyd Josus and the gentlemen in Jury's
and  the four  of Masterers who  had been all those yarns  yearning for that
good one about why he left Dublin, that, amreeta beaker coddling doom, as an
Inishman was  as good as any  cantonnatal, if he was to parish by the market
steak before the  dorming of  the  mawn, he skuld  never ask to see sight or
light of this  world or the other world or any either  world, of Tyrenan-Og,
as true as  he was  there in that jackabox that minute, or wield or wind (no
thanks  t'yous !) the  inexousthausthible wassailhorn tot  of iskybaush  the
hailth up the wailth of the endknown abgod of the fire of the moving  way of
the hawks with his heroes in Warhorror if ever in all his exchequered career
he up or lave a chancery hand to take or throw the sign of a mortal stick or
stone  at  man,  yoelamb  or salvation  army  either  before or  after being
puptised  down  to  that most holy and every  blessed  hour. Here, upon  the
halfkneed castleknocker's attempting  kithoguishly to lilt his  holymess the
paws and make the sign of the Roman Godhelic faix, (Xaroshie, zdrst!--in his
excitement  the  laddo  had broken  exthro  Castilian  into which the  whole
audience  perseguired  and  pursuited   him  olla  podrida)  outbroke   much
yellachters from owners in the heall (Ha!) in which, under the mollification
of  methaglin,  the testifighter  reluctingly,  but  with ever  so  ladylike
indecorum, joined. (Ha! Ha!)
     The  hilariohoot of Pegger's  Windup  cumjustled  as  neatly  with  the
tristitone  of  the Wet  Pinter's as  were  they  isce  et  ille  equals  of
opposites, evolved by  a onesame power of  nature or of spirit, iste, as the
sole condition and means  of  its himundher manifestation  and polarised for
reunion by  the symphysis  of their  antipathies. Distinctly different  were
their duasdestinies. Whereas the maidies of the bar, (a pairless trentene, a
lunarised score) when the  eranthus myrrmyrred: Show'm the Posed:  fluttered
and  flattered  around the  willingly pressed, nominating him for the swiney
prize, complimenting  him,  the  captivating  youth, on  his having  all his
senses  about him, stincking thyacinths through his curls (O feen! O  deur!)
and bringing busses to his cheeks, their masculine Oirisher Rose (his  neece
cleur!), and legando round his nice  new neck for him and pizzicagnoling his
woolywags, with their dindy dandy sugar de  candy mechree me postheen flowns
courier  to  belive them of all his untiring young  dames and send treats in
their  times.  Ymen.  But  it  was not  unobserved of those  presents, their
worships, how,  of one among all, her deputised  to defeme him  by the Lunar
Sisters'  Celibacy  Club, a lovelooking  leapgirl,  all  all alonely, Gentia
Gemma  of  the  Makegiddyculling  Reeks, he,  wan  and pale  in his  unmixed
admiration, seemed blindly, mutely, tastelessly, tactlessly, innamorate with
heruponhim in shining aminglement, the shaym  of his hisu shifting into  the
shimmering of her hers, (youthsy, beautsy, hee's her chap and  shey'll  tell
memmas when she gays  whom) till  the  wild wishwish of her  sheeshea melted
most musically mid Ihe dark deepdeep of his shayshaun.
     And whereas distracted (for was not just this in effect which  had just
caused that  the  effect  of  that which  it had  caused to occur?) the four
justicers laid their wigs together,  Untius, Muncius, Punchus and Pylax  but
could do  no worse than promulgate their standing verdict  of Nolans Brumans
whereoneafter King,  having murdered all the English he knew, picked out his
pockets and left the tribunal scotfree, trailing his Tommeylommey's tunic in
his hurry, thereinunder proudly showing off the blink  patch to his britgits
to  prove  himself  (an't   plase  yous!)  a  rael  genteel.  To  the  Switz
bobbyguard's  curial  but  courtlike:  Commodore  valley  O   hairy,  Arthre
jennyrosy?: the firewaterloover returted with such a vinesmelling fortytudor
ages rawdownhams tanyouhide  as would  the  latten  stomach even of a tumass
equinous (we were prepared for the chap's clap cap, the accent, but, took us
as, by  surprise and now we're geshing it like gush gash from  a burner!) so
that all the twofromthirty advocatesses within echo, pulling up their briefs
at the krigkry: Shun the Punman!: safely and soundly soccered  that fenemine
Parish Poser, (how dare he!)  umprumptu rightoway hames, much to his thanks,
gratiasagam, to all the wrong donatrices, biss Drinkbattle's Dingy Dwellings
where  (for like your true venuson  Esau he  was dovetimid  as the dears  at
Bottome)  he  shat in (zoo), like the muddy  goalbind who he was (dun),  the
chassetitties belles conclaiming:  You  and  your gift  of your gaft of your
garbage  abaht our Farvver! and gaingridando: Hon!  Verg!  Nau! Putor! Skam!
Schams! Shames!
     And  so it  all  ended. Artha kama dharma moksa. Ask Kavya for the kay.
And  so everybody heard their plaint and all listened  to their plause.  The
letter! The litter! And the soother  the bitther!  Of  eyebrow pencilled, by
lipstipple penned. Borrowing a  word and  begging the question and  stealing
tinder  and slipping like soap. From  dark Rasa Lane a sigh and a weep, from
Lesbia Looshe the beam in her eye, from lone Coogan Barry his arrow of song,
from Sean  Kelly's anagrim a  blush at the name, from I am the Sullivan that
trumpeting  tramp,  from  Suffering  Dufferin  the Sit  of  her Style,  from
Kathleen  May Vernon her  Mebbe  fair  efforts, from Fillthepot  Curran  his
scotchlove machreether,  from  hymn Op. 2  Phil  Adolphos the  weary O,  the
leery, O, from Samyouwill Leaver or Damyouwell Lover thatjolly old molly bit
or  that bored  saunter  by,  from  Timm Finn  again's  weak tribes, loss of
strenghth to  his  sowheel, from the  wedding  on the greene,  agirlies, the
gretnass of joyboys, from Pat  Mullen, Tom Mallon,  Dan Meldon, Don Maldon a
slickstick picnic made  in Moate  by Muldoons. The  solid man saved  by  his
sillied woman.  Crackajolking  away  like a  hearse  on fire. The  elm  that
whimpers at the top told the stone that moans when stricken. Wind broke  it.
Wave bore it. Reed wrote of it. Syce ran with it. Hand tore it and wild went
war. Hen trieved it and plight pledged  peace.  It was folded  with cunning,
sealed with crime,  uptied by a harlot, undone by  a child. It  was life but
was it fair? It  was free but was it art? The old hunks on the  hill read it
to perlection. It made ma make merry and sissy so shy and  rubbed some shine
off Shem and put some shame into Shaun.  Yet  Una and Ita  spill famine with
drought and Agrippa, the propastored, spells tripulations in his threne. Ah,
furchte fruchte, timid Danaides! Ena milo melomon,  frai is frau and swee is
too,  swee  is  two  when  swoo  is  free,  ana  mala woe  is we! A  pair of
sycopanties with amygdaleine eyes, one old  obster lumpky pumpkin and  three
meddlars on their slies. And that was how framm Sin  fromm Son, acity arose,
finfin funfun, a sitting arrows. Now tell me, t