Kategorie: Text FW Book1

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the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet,		1
wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher. And the prank-		2
quean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flack-		3
ering from the hillcombs. And she made her witter before the		4
wicked, saying: Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss		5
of porterpease? And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her		6
madesty. So her madesty 'a forethought' set down a jiminy and		7
took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she		8
rain, rain, rain. And Jarl von Hoother bleethered atter her with		9
a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop.		10
But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it. And there was a wild		11
old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere		12
in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in		13
Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with		14
the nail of a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical		15
monitrix to touch him his tears and she provorted him to the		16
onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian. So then she started		17
raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was		18
back again at Jarl von Hoother's and the Larryhill with her under		19
her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by the ward		20
of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm?		21
And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantry-		22
box, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!), ant		23
the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the		24
watercloth, kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing, like		25
knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy. And the		26
prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twink-		27
ling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump,		28
asking: Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of por-		29
ter pease? But that was how the skirtmishes endupped. For like		30
the campbells acoming with a fork lance of-lightning, Jarl von		31
Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came		32
hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his		33
three shuttoned castles, in his broadginger hat and his civic chol-		34
lar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves		35
and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his fur-		36

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mien, we are in rearing of a norewhig. So weenybeeny-		1
veenyteeny. Comsy see! Het wis if ee newt. Lissom! lissom!		2
I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes		3
prittle.		4
It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld,		5
when Adam was delvin and his madameen spinning watersilts,		6
when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal		7
ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy to his love-		8
saking eyes and everybilly lived alove with everybiddy else, and		9
Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse,		10
laying cold hands on himself. And his two little jiminies, cousins		11
of ourn, Tristopher and Hilary, were kickaheeling their dummy		12
on the oil cloth flure of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse.		13
And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-		14
of-his-in-law, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy		15
one and made her wit foreninst the dour. And she lit up and fire-		16
land was ablaze. And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusi-		17
enne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porter-		18
pease? And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour		19
handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her grace		20
o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan-		21
dy westerness she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl van Hoother war-		22
lessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to		23
my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud. And there		24
was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles some-		25
where in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years'		26
walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love-		27
spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her		28
four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convor-		29
ted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman. So then		30
she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again		31
at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with		32
her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. And where		33
did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. And Jarl von Hoo-		34
ther had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt,		35
shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary and		36

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under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last milch-		1
camel, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns, has still to		2
moor before the tomb of his cousin charmian where his date is		3
tethered by the palm that's hers. But the horn, the drinking, the		4
day of dread are not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them,		5
chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the		6
muttheringpot: and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter,		7
tintingfast and great primer must once for omniboss step rub-		8
rickredd out of the wordpress else is there no virtue more in al-		9
cohoran. For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed		10
of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally		11
(though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister		12
Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Fillstup. So you		13
need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry		14
three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of		15
Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who		16
would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth		17
thereof the. Dor.		18
Cry not yet! There's many a smile to Nondum, with sytty		19
maids per man, sir, and the park's so dark by kindlelight. But		20
look what you have in your handself! The movibles are scrawl-		21
ing in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and zingzang		22
for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon		23
a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the		24
strubbely beds. And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb-		25
key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And		26
so cuddy me only wallops have heels. That one of a wife with		27
folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a		28
noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave and a fammy of		29
levity; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of what the		30
mischievmiss made a man do. Malmarriedad he was reverso-		31
gassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique.		32
Maye faye, she's la gaye this snaky woman! From that trippiery		33
toe expectungpelick! Veil, volantine, valentine eyes. She's the		34
very besch Winnie blows Nay on good. Flou inn, flow ann.		35
Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle		36

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part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an		1
allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of		2
quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make		3
the tomtummy's pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these		4
rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha,		5
whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that's thuck in its thoil like thum-		6
fool's thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it		7
all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kim-		8
mells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets' eegs		9
(O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now		10
quite epsilene, and oldwolldy wobblewers, haudworth a wipe o		11
grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is		12
sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular		13
Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the		14
cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip-		15
pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them		16
pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats-		17
thats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the		18
same balifuson. Racketeers and bottloggers.		19
Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise. One by one place one		20
be three dittoh and one before. Two nursus one make a plaus-		21
ible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boaboa and three-		22
legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their		23
mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight of liberorumqueue		24
to con an we can till allhorrors eve. What a meanderthalltale to		25
unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and anntisquattor		26
and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be every tim, nick		27
and larry of us, sons of the sod, sons, littlesons, yea and lealittle-		28
sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters		29
of Nan! Accusative ahnsire! Damadam to infinities		30
True there was in nillohs dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer		31
in the waste, and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies		32
to let flee. All was of ancientry. You gave me a boot (signs on		33
it!) and I ate the wind. I quizzed you a quid (with for what?) and		34
you went to the quod. But the world, mind, is, was and will be		35
writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that fall		36

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Jute.     'Zmorde!		1
Mutt.     Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des-		2
pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup		3
them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust		4
and being humus the same roturns. He who runes		5
may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle,		6
crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum-		7
blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in		8
your whisht!		9
Jute.     Whysht?		10
Mutt.     The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.		11
Jute.     Howe?		12
Mutt.     Here is viceking's graab.		13
Jute.     Hwaad !		14
Mutt.     Ore you astoneaged, jute you?		15
Jute.     Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud.		16
(Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios		17
of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since		18
We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told		19
of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They		20
lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is		21
given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and		22
again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds		23
walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that		24
knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that		25
convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that		26
adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en-		27
tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his		28
navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively-		29
onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt,		30
an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at		31
all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht.		32
Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and		33
arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for		34
a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the		35
waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ace to ace! When a		36

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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