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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

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loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori coricome		1
huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came		2
safe through. Enough of that homer corner! And old mutther-		3
goosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's		4
something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty		5
went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door		6
always open. For a newera's day. Much as your own is. You		7
invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and		8
everything. Remember to take off your white hat, ech? When		9
we come in the presence. And say hoothoothoo, ithmuthisthy!		10
His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast kertssey too. If		11
the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow		12
tow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place		13
be! Saying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise,		14
plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first		15
cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom		16
Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And		17
I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the		18
castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is		19
anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know		20
our way from there surely. Flura's way. Where once we led so		21
many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaugh-		22
nessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburg-		23
ghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit		24
us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm uncon-		25
sciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there		26
Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning		27
is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls		28
alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're		29
wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for		30
be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a		31
prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsnolleges I pecked		32
up me meself. Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest		33
crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an an, heth hith ences.		34
But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map.		35
Rased on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his		36

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world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked.		1
On his mugisstosst surface. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob.		2
When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime		3
then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page		4
when I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but,		5
and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lss.		6
Unbuild and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll		7
cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With		8
acute bubel runtoer for to pippup and gopeep where the sterres		9
be. Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. Amid		10
the soleness. Tilltop, bigmaster! Scale the summit! You're not		11
so giddy any more. All your graundplotting and the little it		12
brought! Humps, when you hised us and dumps, when you		13
doused us! But sarra one of me cares a brambling ram, pomp		14
porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me hoom. Park and a		15
pub for me. Only don't start your stunts of Donachie's yeards		16
agoad again. I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one, tuf-		17
nut! Bold bet backwords. For the loves of sinfintins! Before the		18
naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One		19
of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again.		20
Blessed shield Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about		21
the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest,		22
won't you, dowling? Wordherfhull Ohldhbhoy! And you won't		23
urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooney, with a spot of mara-		24
shy. Sm! It's Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. I'm in		25
everywince nasturtls. Even in Houlth's nose. Medeurscodeignus!		26
Astale of astoun. Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are!		27
When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cum-		28
hulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there		29
here's nobody here only me. But I near fell off the pile of samples.		30
As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Is that right what		31
your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged		32
up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling		33
into his foulplace and losing her pentacosts after drinking their		34
pledges? Howsomendeavour, you done me fine! The only man		35
was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. Our native		36

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night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and		1
then your Jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beard-		2
wig I found in your Clarksome bag. Pharaops you'll play you're		3
the king of Aeships. You certainly make the most royal of noises.		4
I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show		5
you to every simple storyplace we pass. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue,		6
Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villities valleties. Change the plates		7
for the next course of murphies! Spendlove's still there and the		8
canon going strong and so is Claffey's habits endurtaking and		9
our parish pomp's a great warrent. But you'll have to ask that		10
same four that named them is always snugging in your bar-		11
salooner, saying they're the best relicts of Conal O'Daniel and		12
writing Finglas since the Flood. That'll be some kingly work in pro-		13
gress. But it's by this route he'll come some morrow. And I		14
can signal you all flint and fern are rasstling as we go by. And		15
you'll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it. It is all		16
so often and still the same to me. Snf? Only turf, wick dear! Clane		17
turf. You've never forgodden batt on tarf, have you, at broin		18
burroow, what? Mch? Why, them's the muchrooms, come up		19
during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. Dom on dam,		20
dim in dym. And a capital part for olympics to ply at. Steadyon,		21
Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you'll knock. While I'm dodging		22
the dustbins. Look what I found! A lintil pea. And look at here!		23
This cara weeseed. Pretty mites, my sweetthings, was they poor-		24
loves abandoned by wholawidey world? Neighboulotts for new-		25
town. The Eblanamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the		26
dumblynass. But the still sama sitta. I've lapped so long. As you		27
said. It fair takes. If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't		28
speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. Why I'm		29
all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away		30
the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their.		31
The fair that wore. All them that's gunne. I'll begin again in a		32
jiffey. The nik of a nad. How glad you'll be I waked you! My!		33
How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn by the vagurin		34
here and then it's gooder. So side by side, turn agate, wedding-		35
town, laud men of Londub! I only hope whole the heavens sees		36

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us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. Anna-		1
mores leep. Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong big-		2
tider. Allgearls is wea. At times. So. While you're adamant evar.		3
Wrhps, that wind as if out of norewere! As on the night of the		4
Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a		5
bogue and arrohs! Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips		6
me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here, weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you		7
meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us		8
two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The swankysuits was		9
boosting always, sure him, he was like to me fad. But the swag-		10
gerest swell off Shackvulle Strutt. And the fiercest freaky ever		11
followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful		12
of fat. But a king of whistlers. Scieoula! When he'd prop me atlas		13
against his goose and light our two candles for our singers duohs		14
on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to		15
make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful		16
fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hilly-		17
droops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while		18
blubles blows there'll still be sealskers. There'll be others but non		19
so for me. Yed he never knew we seen us before. Night after		20
night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd		21
stand fornenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of		22
branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And		23
one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black		24
shadow with a sheeny stare to perce me rawly. And I'd frozen		25
up and pray for thawe. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone		26
then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking		27
Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you		28
looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost		29
now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me		30
heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev		31
do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As		32
duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?		33
Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this bay-		34
light's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing		35
from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening		36

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up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and		1
you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills		2
again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist.		3
Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank		4
sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her		5
own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there.		6
Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll		7
be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me		8
mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud.		9
In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only.		10
It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain		11
now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her		12
rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Think-		13
ing always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and		14
is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of		15
the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now		16
they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little		17
warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the		18
greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy		19
leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me		20
letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought		21
you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only		22
a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in		23
glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort		24
out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and		25
bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild		26
dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, alla-		27
niuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia,		28
when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird,		29
haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For		30
tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of		31
our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed		32
of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe.		33
Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O		34
bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see.		35
Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's		36

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sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad		1
father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere		2
size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me		3
seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them		4
rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo		5
moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me.		6
All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff!		7
So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you		8
done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now		9
under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink		10
I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes,		11
tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush		12
to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us		13
then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-		14
endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a		15
long the		16
PARIS,
1922-1939.