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where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis-		1
sers moony, Minnikin passe.		2
Jute.     Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory-		3
shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba-		4
ges on to soil here.		5
Mutt. Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a		6
riverpool.		7
Jute.     Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like?		8
Mutt.     Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum		9
rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn,		10
with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton		11
on, did Brian d' of Linn.		12
Jute.     Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly		13
forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat-		14
what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um-		15
scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.		16
Mutt.     Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink		17
roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde		18
ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone		19
to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where		20
wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of		21
signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to		22
whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr.		23
Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering		24
rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence:		25
hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of		26
livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as		27
flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of		28
whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges		29
to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize!		30
Jute.     'Stench!		31
Mutt.     Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an'		32
everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great-		33
grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig,		34
drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound		35
seemetery which iz leebez luv.		36

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froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich-		1
indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of		2
slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil-		3
lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered		4
women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller-		5
day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty an-		6
glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute.		7
Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea-		8
ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.		9
Jute.     Yutah!		10
Mutt.     Mukk's pleasurad.		11
Jute.     Are you jeff?		12
Mutt.     Somehards.		13
Jute.     But you are not jeffmute?		14
Mutt.     Noho. Only an utterer.		15
Jute.     Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?		16
Mutt.     I became a stun a stummer.		17
Jute.     What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How,		18
Mutt?		19
Mutt.     Aput the buttle, surd.		20
Jute.     Whose poddle? Wherein?		21
Mutt.     The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.		22
Jute.     You that side your voise are almost inedible to me.		23
Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were		24
you.		25
Mutt.     Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru		26
Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I		27
rimimirim !		28
Jute.     One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all		29
your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here		30
have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good		31
for you.		32
Mutt.     Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel-		33
lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy		34
faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy!		35
He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here		36

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the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have		1
pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights,		2
the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygeyed the mayvalleys		3
of Knockmaroon, and, though for rings round them, during a		4
chiliad of perihelygangs, the Formoreans have brittled the too-		5
ath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Fire-		6
bugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevan-		7
ses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City (Year!		8
Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing buttonholes have quad-		9
rilled across the centuries and whiff now whafft to us, fresh and		10
made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho.		11
The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium		12
hold them!) they were and went; thigging thugs were and hou-		13
hnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool		14
fiansees. Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the		15
blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry		16
piggy?: and the duncledames have countered with the hellish fel-		17
lows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they		18
fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And		19
still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the		20
field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!:		21
and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush! Well may they		22
wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as		23
old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn't		24
it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers that shimmy		25
and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety!		26
Flippety! Fleapow!		27
Hop!		28
In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a		29
parth a lone who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid		30
hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot. He hath locktoes, this short-		31
shins, and, Obeold that's pectoral, his mammamuscles most		32
mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain		33
pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep		34
fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it junipery or febrew-		35
ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and		36

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hadde a wickered Kish for to hale dead tunes from the bog look-		1
it under the blay of her Kish as she ran for to sothisfeige her cow-		2
rieosity and be me sawl but she found hersell sackvulle of swart		3
goody quickenshoon ant small illigant brogues, so rich in sweat.		4
Blurry works at Hurdlesford.		5
(Silent.)		6
566 A.D. At this time it fell out that a brazenlockt damsel grieved		7
(sobralasolas!) because that Puppette her minion was ravisht of her		8
by the ogre Puropeus Pious. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh-		9
bally.		10
1132. A.D. Two sons at an hour were born until a goodman		11
and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas.		12
Primas was a santryman and drilled all decent people. Caddy		13
went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for		14
Dublin.		15
Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between antedilu-		16
vious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his		17
scroll. The billy flood rose or an elk charged him or the sultrup		18
worldwright from the excelsissimost empyrean (bolt, in sum)		19
earthspake or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du-		20
ran. A scribicide then and there is led off under old's code with		21
some fine covered by six marks or ninepins in metalmen for the		22
sake of his labour's dross while it will be only now and again in		23
our rear of o'er era, as an upshoot of military and civil engage-		24
ments, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking that		25
same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his		26
neighbour's safe.		27
Now after all that farfatch'd and peragrine or dingnant or clere		28
lift we our ears, eyes of the darkness, from the tome of Liber Li-		29
vidus and, (toh!), how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes		30
and gloamering glades, selfstretches afore us our fredeland's plain!		31
Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies with his crook; young pric-		32
ket by pricket's sister nibbleth on returned viridities; amaid her		33
rocking grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness; skyup is of ever-		34
grey. Thus, too, for donkey's years. Since the bouts of Hebear		35
and Hairyman the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun,		36

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sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen.		1
Royally? One sovereign punned to petery pence. Regally? The		2
silence speaks the scene. Fake!		3
So This Is Dyoublong?		4
Hush! Caution ! Echoland !		5
How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the outwashed		6
engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his		7
innkempt house. Used they? (I am sure that tiring chabelshovel-		8
ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I		9
say, the remains of the outworn gravemure where used to be		10
blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only pre-		11
tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed		12
lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) It is well known. Lokk for himself and		13
see the old butte new. Dbln. W. K. O. O. Hear? By the mauso-		14
lime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fum-		15
fum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's		16
magic lyer. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening		17
for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord		18
shall be theirs for ollaves.		19
Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius		20
in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book		21
in baile's annals, f t. in Dyffinarsky ne'er sall fail til heathersmoke		22
and cloudweed Eire's ile sall pall. And here now they are, the fear		23
of um. T. Totities! Unum. (Adar.) A bulbenboss surmounted up-		24
on an alderman. Ay, ay! Duum. (Nizam.) A shoe on a puir old		25
wobban. Ah, ho! Triom. (Tamuz.) An auburn mayde, o'brine		26
a'bride, to be desarted. Adear, adear! Quodlibus. (Marchessvan.) A		27
penn no weightier nor a polepost. And so. And all. (Succoth.)		28
So, how idlers' wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with		29
anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves of the living in the boke		30
of the deeds, annals of themselves timing the cycles of events		31
grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass how.		32
1132 A.D. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot		33
hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ub-		34
lanium.		35
566 A.D. On Baalfire's night of this year after deluge a crone that		36

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for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life-		1
work leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young		2
wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth		3
behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while		4
Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what? with		5
a grin says she. And we all like a marriedann because she is mer-		6
cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation		7
(floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an eyebush on this glau-		8
brous phace of Herrschuft Whatarwelter she'll loan a vesta and		9
hire some peat and sarch the shores her cockles to heat and she'll		10
do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the		11
blaziness on. Poffpoff. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty		12
times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand		13
remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn-		14
him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a		15
turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight		16
of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin.		17
Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy,		18
fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review		19
of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else-		20
where, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collines,		21
sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek, in their swisha-		22
wish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's Folly,		23
at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stand up, mickos!		24
Make strake for minnas ! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see		25
and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off		26
Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the bergagambols		27
of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the country-		28
bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its		29
several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each		30
harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's		31
on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all		32
there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve		33
and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like		34
kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg		35
of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this		36

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The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de		1
baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail,		2
tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when		3
Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom-		4
cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv!		5
Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme-		6
rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does		7
hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now,		8
she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother,		9
a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows		10
in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging		11
its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking		12
there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh,		13
militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the		14
minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest		15
childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we		16
sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to		17
pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled		18
goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy		19
spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps,		20
keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with		21
bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of		22
shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson		23
of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and		24
ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that		25
come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw		26
(that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross.		27
Undo lives 'end. Slain.		28
How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore-		29
bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti-		30
cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a		31
pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and		32
laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with		33
a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so		34
solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may		35
rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture)		36

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umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine		1
for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in		2
the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! When you're in the		3
buckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. Fiftyseven and		4
three, cosh, with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his pooraroon		5
Eireen, they'll. Pride, comfytousness, enevy! You make me think		6
of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man me-		7
gallant, with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or,		8
no, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebrey erse from the Dark		9
Countries. Come and let us! We always said we'd. And go abroad.		10
Rathgreany way perhaps. The childher are still fast. There is no		11
school today. Them boys is so contrairy. The Head does be		12
worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and		13
Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in		14
the twinngling of an aye. Som. So oft. Sim. Time after time.		15
The sehm asnuh. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When		16
one of him sighs or one of him cries 'tis you all over. No peace		17
at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the		18
water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Dodd-		19
pebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much		20
more dirty clothes to publish. From the Laundersdale Minssions.		21
One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting		22
his widdle. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits		23
and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after,		24
all you were wanton! Bidding me do this and that and the other.		25
And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give		26
to have a girl! Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky! The		27
way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade.		28
If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways,		29
runaways a stray. She's as merry as the gricks still. 'Twould be		30
sore should ledden sorrow. I'll wait. And I'll wait. And then if		31
all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops hospodch and		32
the slusky slut too. He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you		33
round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. If you		34
spun your yarns to him on the swishbarque waves I was spelling		35
my yearns to her over cottage cake. We'll not disturb their sleep-		36

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ing duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the		1
flame is, hear! Let's our joornee saintomichael make it. Since the		2
lausafire has lost and the book of the depth is. Closed. Come!		3
Step out of your shell! Hold up you free fing! Yes. We've light		4
enough. I won't take our laddy's lampern. For them four old		5
windbags of Gustsofairy to be blowing at. Nor you your ruck-		6
sunck. To bring all the dannymans out after you on the hike. Send		7
Arctur guiddus! Isma! Sft! It is the softest morning that ever I		8
can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly, our Ilma. Yet.		9
Until it's the time. And me and you have made our. The sons of		10
bursters won in the games. Still I'll take me owld Finvara for my		11
shawlders. The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. With a taste		12
of roly polony from Blugpuddels after. To bring out the tang of		13
the tay. Is't you fain for a roost brood? Oaxmealturn, all out of		14
the woolpalls! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars clutter-		15
ing round us, clottering for their creams. Crying, me, grownup		16
sister! Are me not truly? Lst! Only but, theres a but, you must		17
buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly. When next you go to Market		18
Norwall. They're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's		19
slooped its line. Mrknrk? Fy arthou! Come! Give me your great		20
bearspaw, padder avilky, fol a miny tiny. Dola. Mineninecy-		21
handsy, in the languo of flows. That's Jorgen Jargonsen. But you		22
understood, nodst? I always know by your brights and shades.		23
Reach down. A lil mo. So. Draw back your glave. Hot and hairy,		24
hugon, is your hand! Here's where the falskin begins. Smoos as		25
an infams. One time you told you'd been burnt in ice. And one		26
time it was chemicalled after you taking a lifeness. Maybe that's		27
why you hold your hodd as if. And people thinks you missed the		28
scaffold. Of fell design. I'll close me eyes. So not to see. Or see only		29
a youth in his florizel, a boy in innocence, peeling a twig, a child be-		30
side a weenywhite steed. The child we all love to place our hope in		31
for ever. All men has done something. Be the time they've come to		32
the weight of old fletch. We'll lave it. So. We will take our walk		33
before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells. In the church		34
by the hearseyard. Pax Goodmens will. Or the birds start their		35
treestirm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! And		36

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cooshes, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see,		1
they're as white as the riven snae. For us. Next peaters poll you		2
will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella		3
woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh		4
O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round		5
the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the		6
po to shambe on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen		7
on to the brows of a Viker Eagle. Not such big strides, huddy		8
foddy! You'll crush me antilopes I saved so long for. They're		9
Penisole's. And the two goodiest shoeshoes. It is hardly a Knut's		10
mile or seven, possumbotts. It is very good for the health of a		11
morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all around. As		12
leisure paces. And the helpyourselftoastrool cure's easy. It seems		13
so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away.		14
Afartodays, afeartonights, and me as with you in thadark. You		15
will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where		16
I am bringing you? You remember? When I ran berrying after		17
hucks and haws. With you drawing out great aims to hazel me		18
from the hummock with your sling. Our cries. I could lead you		19
there and I still by you in bed. Les go dutc to Danegreven,		20
nos? Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our		21
hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. And		22
the rest of the guns. Sullygan eight, from left to right. Olobobo,		23
ye foxy theagues! The moskors thought to ball you out. Or		24
the Wald Unicorns Master, Bugley Captain, from the Naul, drawls		25
up by the door with the Honourable Whilp and the Reverend		26
Poynter and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus,		27
in their riddletight raiding hats for to lift a hereshealth to their		28
robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host		29
out with your duck and your duty, capapole, while they reach		30
him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wis on your poll		31
and stick this in your ear, wiggly! Beauties don't answer and the		32
rich never pays. If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you,		33
Heathtown, Harbourstown, Snowtown, Four Knocks, Fleming-		34
town, Bodingtown to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they		35
housed to house you after the Platonic garlens! And all because,		36