quarta-feira, 6 de março de 2013

Décimo encontro (07/03)


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    Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!
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    Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-
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tion! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O
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rally! Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can
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be. Seek you somany matters. Haze sea east to Osseania. Here!
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Here! Tass, Patt, Staff, Woff, Havv, Bluvv and Rutter. The smog
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is lofting. And already the olduman's olduman has godden up on
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othertimes to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme
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feehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube?
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Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have
fused now orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to dawn.
The old breeding bradsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn Mac-
Hooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Te-
moram. Clogan slogan. Quake up, dim dusky, wook doom for
husky! And let Billey Feghin be baallad out of his humuluation.
Confindention to churchen. We have highest gratifications in
announcing to pewtewr publikumst of pratician pratyusers, gen-
ghis is ghoon for you.
    A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.
    The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls
that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carry-
ing of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle
up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld
of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh.

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    Muta: So that when we shall have acquired unification we
shall pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to
diversity we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when
we shall have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to
the spirit of appeasement?
    Juva: By the light of the bright reason which daysends to us
from the high.
    Muta: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old
rubberskin?
    Juva: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
    Shoot.


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    What has gone? How it ends?
    Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with
all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
    Forget, remember!
    Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of peru-
siveness? Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism
assemblements Eblania's conglomerate horde. By dim delty Deva.
    Forget!
    Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-
tional gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every
schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-
Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling
smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and
their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and
hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically
separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-
purpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms,
catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy


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of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with
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sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-
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cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the
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all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation,
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all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-
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cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our
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Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-
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ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo-
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menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as
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herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs.
    Of cause, so! And in effect, as?
    Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add
majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything
these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly
pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time.
Mucksrats which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to
know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards
at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be


P. 619

    Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the Rathgarries,
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wagging here about around the rhythms in me amphybed and he
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being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty
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damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are
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proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your
answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is
another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker
of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up
and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my
daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
    Alma Luvia, Pollabella.
P.S. Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now
with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies.
Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.
    Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and
folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound,
falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and
then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes
in. And robins in crews so. It is for me goolden wending.
Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so
long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm.
Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a
fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and
aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called
me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!
You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you
too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me
to slump. But am good and rested. Taks to you, toddy, tan ye!
Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day
one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues.
A comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your


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umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine
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for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in
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looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost
now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me
heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev
do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As
duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?
Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this bay-
light's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing
from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening


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


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