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Phew!	24
What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the	25
airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for	26
the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month	27
and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And num-	28
mered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too ! The wa-	29
grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted	30
knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there's that	31
gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle,	32
wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle,	33
helfalittle, pelfalittle gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields!	34
Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside	35
him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.	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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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framed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen or-	1
angeman in his violet indigonation, to the whole longth of the	2
strongth of his bowman's bill. And he clopped his rude hand to	3
his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to	4
shut up shop, dappy. And the duppy shot the shutter clup (Per-	5
kodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghundhurth-	6
rumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun!) And they all drank	7
free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any	8
girls under shurts. And that was the first peace of illiterative	9
porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world. How kirssy the	10
tiler made a sweet unclose to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore	11
shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold	12
her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep the peacewave	13
and van Hoother was to git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness	14
of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis.	15
O foenix culprit!

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He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and	3
all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice	4
for the living and he urned his dread, that dragon volant, and he	5
made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain, that	6
mighty liberator, Unfru-Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad he did,	7
our ancestor most worshipful, till he thought of a better one in	8
his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from ears-	9
end to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies wake	10
him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will	11
again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have	12
you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding,	13
will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake? Usgueadbaugham!	14
Anam muck an dhoul ! Did ye drink me doornail?	15
Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure	16
like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad. Sure you'd	17
only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in	18
Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary, the North	19
Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the	20
Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's	21
abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey	22
with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata, or a slut snoring with an	23
impure infant on a bench. 'Twould turn you against life, so	24
'twould. And the weather's that mean too. To part from Devlin	25
is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier	26
than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have	27
no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are, primesigned	28
in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remember-	29
ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls under	30
your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare	31
the varmints and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket,	32
kerchief, ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre, in the	33
land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan	34
and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan. And we'll be	35
coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing	36

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you presents, won't we, fenians? And il isn't our spittle we'll stint	1
you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, pennydirts and	2
dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the	3
field. Mieliodories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man,	4
taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is	5
the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax, the food for	6
glory, (mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too	7
light !) and some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you.	8
Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan	9
Lalors piped you overborder and there's whole households be-	10
yond the Bothnians and they calling names after you. The men-	11
here's always talking of you sitting around on the pig's cheeks	12
under the sacred rooftree, over the bowls of memory where every	13
hollow holds a hallow, with a pledge till the drengs, in the Salmon	14
House.

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Everything's going on the same or so it appeals to all of us,	25
in the old holmsted here. Coughings all over the sanctuary, bad	26
scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for breakfast, one o'gong	27
for lunch and dinnerchime. As popular as when Belly the First	28
was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same	29
shop slop in the window. Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's	30
Vi-Cocoa and the Eswuards' desippated soup beside Mother Sea-	31
gull's syrup. Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. Coal's	32
short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again,	33
begrained to it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir,	34
spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by	35
mudapplication.	36

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Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and	22
repose your honour's lordship! Hold him here, Ezekiel Irons, and	23
may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's spoor-	24
ing. Dimitrius O'Flagonan, cork that cure for the Clancartys ! You	25
swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch	26
neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther	27
angst of Wramawitch! Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum,	28
where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O	29
sleepy! So be yet!	30

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For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's	35
already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his	36

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haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me. Shop Illicit,	1
flourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop	2
a deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a bennbranch a yardalong	3
(Ivoeh!) the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brew-	4
ster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas Barnum; humph-	5
ing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a	6
grandfallar, with a pocked wife in pickle that's a flyfire and three	7
lice nittle clinkers, two twilling bugs and one midgit pucelle.	8
And aither he cursed and recursed and was everseen doing what	9
your fourfootlers saw or he was never done seeing what you cool-	10
pigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for smiledown witnesses,	11
and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the frailyshees.	12
Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round	13
her heavens for ever. Creator he has created for his creatured	14
ones a creation. White monothoid? Red theatrocrat? And all the	15
pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however 'twas	16
'tis sure for one thing, what sherif Toragh voucherfors and	17
Mapqiq makes put out, that the man, Humme the Cheapner,	18
Esc, overseen as we thought him, yet a worthy of the naym,	19
came at this timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial	20
fermament one tide on another, with a bumrush in a hull of a	21
wherry, the twin turbane dhow, The Bey for Dybbling, this	22
archipelago's first visiting schooner, with a wicklowpattern	23
waxenwench at her prow for a figurehead, the deadsea dugong	24
updipdripping from his depths, and has been repreaching him-	25
self like a fishmummer these siktyten years ever since, his shebi	26
by his shide, adi and aid, growing hoarish under his turban and	27
changing cane sugar into sethulose starch (Tuttut's cess to him!)	28
as also that, batin the bulkihood he bloats about when innebbi-	29
ated, our old offender was humile, commune and ensectuous	30
from his nature, which you may gauge after the bynames was	31
put under him, in lashons of languages, (honnein suit and	32
praisers be!) and, totalisating him, even hamissim of himashim	33
that he, sober serious, he is ee and no counter he who will be	34
ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Eden-	35
borough.	36