003.01    riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend

003.002 of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to

003.03 Howth Castle and Environs. 

003.04   Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen- D:Paradiso Canto 15:100-111

003.05 core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy

003.06 isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor

003.07 had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse

003.08 to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper

003.09 all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to

003.10 tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a B:Matthew 16:18

003.11 kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in

003.12 vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a

003.13 peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory B: Genesis 9:20-21 B: Genesis 9:12-17

003.14 end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface. B: Genesis 1.2

003.15   The fall (baba badal gharaghta kam minar ronnkonn bronn tonner-

003.16 ronn tuonn thunn trovarr houn awn skawn toohoohoorden en thur-

003.17 nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later

003.18 on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the

003.19 offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,

003.20 erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends

003.21 an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:

003.22 and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park

003.23 where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-

003.24 linsfirst loved livvy.

004.01    What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-

004.02 gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu!

004.03 Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still

004.04 out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-

004.05 pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie

004.06 Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!

004.07 Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-

004.08 killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired

004.09 and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-

004.10 solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng

004.11 voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the

004.12 duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and

004.13 body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of

004.14 soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks

004.15 of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if

004.16 you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the

004.17 pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

004.18    Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-

004.19 rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-

004.20 back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers

004.21 or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely

004.22 struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere

004.23 he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-

004.24 er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so

004.25 that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)

004.26 and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-

004.27 fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the

004.28 banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie

004.29 ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part

004.30 inher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in

004.31 grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like

004.32 Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab-

004.33 les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the

004.34 liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days

004.35 to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth

004.36 of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from

005.01 next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-

005.02 titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and

005.03 with larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter-

005.04 ing down.

005.05    Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos- S: Hamlet V.1.27-35

005.06 laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with

005.07 ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.

005.08 His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.

005.09 Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister

005.10 Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and,

005.11 O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha,

005.12 Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!

005.13 What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersday

005.14 this municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness

005.15 to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive

005.16 ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims that

005.17 would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of

005.18 heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-

005.19 tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and

005.20 before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and

005.21 at the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nabir is better than wink

005.22 to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing

005.23 bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-

005.24 bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She

005.25 has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the

005.26 dreamydeary. Heed! Heed! It may half been a missfired brick, as

005.27 some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back

005.28 promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-

005.29 sand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe

005.30ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls-

005.31 rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers,

005.32 autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-

005.33 phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods

005.34 and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and

005.35 the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-

005.36 rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his

006.01 blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-

006.02 busses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies

006.03 snooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and the

006.04 hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,

006.05 homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud

006.06 murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may

006.07 and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warn-

006.08 ing Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did

006.09 shake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-

006.10 tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,

006.11 mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For

006.12 whole the world to see.

006.13 Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie?

006.14 of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's

006.15 chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in

006.16 their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of

006.17 ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers

006.18 and raiders and cinemen too. And the all gianed in with the shout-

006.19 most shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.

006.20 To the continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's

006.21 extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening.

006.22 Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is

006.23 Priam Olim! 'Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen

006.24 his pillowscone, tap up his bier! E'erawhere in this whorl would ye

006.25 hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty

006.26 fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips

006.27 of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head.

006.28 Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O!

006.29 Hurrah, there is but young gleve for the owl globe wheels in

006.30 view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Him a being

006.31 so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee

006.32 peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought, platterplate.

006.33 Hum ! From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath

006.34 or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the

006.35 bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a

006.36 horn!) from fjord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him

007.01 rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvy-

007.02 long night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells,

007.03 her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him.

007.04 With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins about all

007.05 them inns and ouses. Tilling a teel of a tum, telling a toll of a tea-

007.06 ry turty Taubling. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs

007.07à gross if we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the

007.08 kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down

007.09 but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Fin-

007.10 foefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpan-

007.11 try's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle?

007.12 A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But,

007.13 lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through

007.14 that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for

007.15 he is noewhemoe. Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene.

007.16 Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Ag-

007.17 apemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt

007.18 away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and

007.19 goodridhirring.

007.20 Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined a-

007.21 slumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout-

007.22 ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on. Hic cubat 

007.23 edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters,

007.24 reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint of mines or beggar a

007.25 pinnyweight. Arrah, sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny, or, we

007.26 mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid

007.27 piddle med puddle, she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh!

007.28 Brontolone slaaps, yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple

007.29 Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu-

007.30 thner in yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass,

007.31 stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the maga-

007.32 zine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her sisterin shawl.

007.33 While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty, ollol-

007.34 lowed ill! bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk the

007.35 ombushes, the site of the lyffing-in-wait of the upjock and hock-

007.36 ums. Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is

008.01 enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national

008.02 museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful water-

008.03 loose country and the two quitewhite villagettes who hear show

008.04 of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees!

008.05 Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and

008.06 the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Redismembers invalids of old

008.07 guard find poussepousse pousseypram to sate the sort of their butt.

008.08 For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the mistress Kathe. Tip.

008.09 This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in!

008.10 Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is a Prooshi-

008.11 ous gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshi-

008.12 ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of

008.13 the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang

008.14 the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your

008.15 pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of

008.16Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his

008.17 same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter Wil-

008.18 lingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed

008.19 dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's gharters

008.20 and his bangkok's best and goliar's goloshes and his pullupon-

008.21easyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three

008.22 lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an

008.23 inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stoop-

008.24 ing. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. A

008.25 Gallawghurs argaumunt. This is the petty lipoleum boy that

008.26 was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuo-

008.27 mush. Dirty MacDyke. And Hairy O'Hurry. All of them

008.28 arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel,

008.29 this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the

008.30 crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums.

008.31 This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their

008.32 handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides

008.33 the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is

008.34 a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big

008.35 Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides

008.36 on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This

009.01 is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most Awful

009.02 Grimmest Sunshat Cromwelly. Looted. This is the jinnies' hast-

009.03 ings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin

009.04 red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw!

009.05 Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugact-

009.06 ing. Nap. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the

009.07 Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agincourting

009.08 all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto

009.09 the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This

009.10 is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a

009.11 ball up his ear to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hur-

009.12 old dispitchback. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me

009.13 Belchum. Salamangra! Ayi, ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou!

009.14 Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of

009.15 Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me Belchum in

009.16 his twelvemile cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost,

009.17 footing the camp for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's

009.18 as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Roo-

009.19 shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon

009.20 Futter with the popynose. After his hundred days' indulgence.

009.21 This is the blessed. Tarra's widdars! This is jinnies in the bonny

009.22 bawn blooches. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the

009.23 Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre!

009.24 (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the

009.25 solphereens in action, this is their mobbily, this is panickburns.

009.26 Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum!

009.27 Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat

009.28 strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster-

009.29 lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip-

009.30 py trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip. This is me Bel-

009.31 chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in

009.32 the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the

009.33 marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the

009.34 Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy-

009.35 Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam-

009.36 bariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest

010.01 of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from

010.02 his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone

010.03 is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel-

010.04 lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willing-

010.05 done. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy.

010.06 This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the

010.07 hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the

010.08 half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle

010.09 filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob.

010.10 This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums

010.11 up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip. That was

010.12 the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white

010.13 harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp, waggling his tailoscrupp

010.14 with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see-

010.15 boy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!) This is the seeboy,

010.16 madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone:

010.17 Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable

010.18 ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin.

010.19 Basucker youstead! This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole

010.20 of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the

010.21 back of his big wide harse. Tip (Bullseye! Game!) How Copen-

010.22 hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan

010.23 out.

010.24   Phew!

010.25   What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the

010.266 airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for

010.27 the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month

010.28 and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And num-

010.29 mered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too ! The wa-

010.30 grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted

010.31 knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there's that

010.32gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle,

010.33 wipealittle, kicksalittle,severalittle,eatalittle,whinealittle,kenalittle,

010.34 helfalittle,pelfalittle gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields!

010.35 Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside

010.36 him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.

011.01 The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de

011.02 baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail,

011.03 tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when

011.04 Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom-

011.05 cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv!

011.06 Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme-

011.07 rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does

011.08 hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now,

011.09 she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother,

011.10 a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows

011.11 in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging

011.12 its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking

011.13 there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh,

011.14 militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the

011.15 minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest

011.16 childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we

011.17 sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to

011.18 pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled

011.19 goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy

011.20 spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps,

011.21 keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with

011.22 bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of

011.23 shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and lugly parson

011.24 of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and

011.25 ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that

011.26 come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw

011.27 (that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross.

011.28 Undo lives 'end. Slain.

011.29 How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore-

011.30 bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti-

011.31 cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a

011.32 pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and

011.33 laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with

011.34 a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so

011.35 solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may

011.36 rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture)

012.01 for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life-

012.02 work leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young

012.03 wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth

012.04 behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while

012.05 Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what?

012.06 with a grin says she. And we all like a marriedann because she is mer-

012.07 cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation

012.08 (floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an eyebush on this glau-

012.09 brous phace of Herrschuft Whatarwelter she'll loan a vesta and

012.10 hire some peat and sarch the shores her cockles to heat and she'll

012.11 do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the

012.12 blaziness on. Poffpoff. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty

012.133times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand

012.14 remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn-

012.15 him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a

012.16 turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight

012.17 of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin.

012.18 Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy,

012.19 fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review

012.20 of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else-

012.21 where, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collines,

012.2 sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek, in their swisha-

012.23 wish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's Folly,

012.24 at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stand up, mickos!

012.25 Make strake for minnas! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see

012.26 and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off

012.27 Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the bergagambols

012.28 of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the country-

012.29 bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its

012.30 several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each

012.31 harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's

012.32 on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all

012.33 there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve

012.34 and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like

012.35 kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg

012.36 of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this

013.01 sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen.

013.02 Royally? One sovereign punned to petery pence. Regally? The

013.03 silence speaks the scene. Fake!

013.04    So This Is Dyoublong?

013.05    Hush! Caution! Echoland!

013.06    How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the outwashed

013.07 engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his

013.08 innkempt house. Used they? (I am sure that tiring chabelshovel-

013.09 ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I

013.10 say, the remains of the outworn gravemure where used to be

013.11 blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only pre-

013.12 tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed

013.13lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) It is well known. Lokk for himself and

013.14 see the old butte new. Dbln. W. K. O. O. Hear? By the mauso-

013.15 lime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fum-

013.16 fum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's

013.17 magic lyer. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening

013.18 for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord

013.19 shall be theirs for ollaves.

013.20 Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius

013.21 in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book

013.22 in baile's annals, f. t. in Dyfflinarsky ne'er sall fail til heathersmoke

013.23 and cloudweed Eire's ile sall pall. And here now they are, the fear

013.24 of um. T. Totities! Unum. (Adar.) A bulbenboss surmounted up-

013.25 on an alderman. Ay, ay! Duum. (Nizam.) A shoe on a puir old

013.26 wobban. Ah, ho! Triom. (Tamuz.) An auburn mayde, o'brine

013.27 a'bride, to be desarted. Adear, adear! Quodlibus. (Marchessvan.) A

013.28 penn no weightier nor a polepost. And so. And all. (Succoth.)

013.29So, how idlers' wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with

013.30 anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves of the living in the boke

013.31 of the deeds, annals of themselves timing the cycles of events

013.32 grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass how.

013.3 3 1132 A.D. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot

013.34 hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ub-

013.35 lanium.

013.36 566 A.D. On Baalfire's night of this year after deluge a crone that

014.01 hadde a wickered Kish for to hale dead turves from the bog look-

014.02 it under the blay of her Kish as she ran for to sothisfeige her cow-

014.03 rieosity and be me sawl but she found hersell sackvulle of swart

014.04 goody quickenshoon and small illigant brogues, so rich in sweat.

014.05 Blurry works at Hurdlesford.

014.06 (Silent.)

014.07 566 A.D. At this time it fell out that a brazenlockt damsel grieved

014.08 (sobralasolas!) because that Puppette her minion was ravisht of her

014.09 by the ogre Puropeus Pious. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh-

014.10 bally.

014.111132 A.D. Two sons at an hour were born until a goodman

014.12 and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas.

014.13 Primas was a santryman and drilled all decent people. Caddy

014.14 went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for

014.15 Dublin.

014.16 Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between antedilu-

014.17 vious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his

014.18 scroll. The billy flood rose or an elk charged him or the sultrup

014.19 worldwright from the excelsissimost empyrean (bolt, in sum)

014.02 earthspake or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du-

014.21 ran. A scribicide then and there is led off under old's code with

014.22 some fine covered by six marks or ninepins in metalmen for the

014.23 sake of his labour's dross while it will be only now and again in

014.24our rear of o'er era, as an upshoot of military and civil engage-

014.25 ments, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking that

014.26 same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his

014.27 neighbour's safe.

014.28 Now after all that farfatch'd and peragrine or dingnant or clere

014.29 lift we our ears, eyes of the darkness, from the tome of Liber Li-

014.30 vidus and, (toh!), how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes

014.31 and gloamering glades, selfstretches afore us our fredeland's plain!

014.32 Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies with his crook; young pric-

014.33 ket by pricket's sister nibbleth on returned viridities; amaid her

014.34 rocking grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness; skyup is of ever-

014.35 grey. Thus, too, for donkey's years. Since the bouts of Hebear

014.36 and Hairyman the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun,

015.01 the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have

015.02 pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights,

015.03 the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygeyed the mayvalleys

015.04 of Knockmaroon, and, though for rings round them, during a

015.05 chiliad of perihelygangs, the Formoreans have brittled the too-

015.06 ath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Fire-

015.07 bugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevan-

015.08 ses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City (Year!

015.09 Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing buttonholes have quad-

015.10 rilled across the centuries and whiff now whafft to us, fresh and

015.11 made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho.

015.12 The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium

015.13 hold them!) they were and went; thigging thugs were and hou-

015.14 hnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool

015.15 fiansees. Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the

015.16 blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry

015.17 piggy?: and the duncledames have countered with the hellish fel-

015.18 lows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they

015.19 fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And

015.20 still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the

015.21 field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!:

015.22 and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush! Well may they

015.23 wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as

015.24 old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn't

015.25 it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers that shimmy

015.26 and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety!

015.27 Flippety! Fleapow!

015.28    Hop!

015.29    In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a

015.30 parth a lone who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid

015.31 hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot. He hath locktoes, this short-

015.32 shins, and, Obeold that's pectoral, his mammamuscles most

015.33 mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain

015.34 pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep

015.35 fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it junipery or febrew-

015.36 ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and

016.01 froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich-

016.02 indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of

016.03 slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil-

016.04 lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered

016.05 women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller-

016.06 day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty an-

016.07 glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute.

016.08 Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea-

016.09 ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.

016.10        Jute. — Yutah!

016.11         Mutt. — Mukk's pleasurad.

016.12        Jute. — Are you jeff?

016.13         Mutt. — Somehards.

016.14         Jute. — But you are not jeffmute?

016.15         Mutt. — Noho. Only an utterer.

016.16         Jute. — Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?

016.17         Mutt. — I became a stun a stummer.

016.18         Jute. — What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How,

016.19                       Mutt?

016.20         Mutt. — Aput the buttle, surd.

016.21         Jute. — Whose poddle? Wherein?

016.22         Mutt. — The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.

016.23         Jute. — You that side your voise are almost inedible to me.

016.24                        Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were

016.25                        you.

016.26        Mutt. — Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru

016.27                      Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I

016.28                      rimimirim!

016.29        Jute. — One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all

016.30                      your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here

016.31                      have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good

016.32                      for you.

016.33        Mutt. — Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel-

016.34                      lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy

016.35                      faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy!

016.36                      He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here

017.01                      where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis-

017.02                      sers moony, Minnikin passe.

017.03        Jute. — Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory-

017.04                      shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba-

017.05                      ges on to soil here.

017.06        Mutt. — Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a

017.07                      riverpool.

017.08        Jute. — Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like?

017.09        Mutt. — Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum

017.10                      rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn,

017.11                      with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton

017.12                      on, did Brian d' of Linn.

017.13        Jute. — Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly

017.14                      forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat-

017.15                      what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um-

017.16                      scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.

017.17        Mutt. — Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink

017.18                      roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde

017.19                      ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone

017.20                      to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where

017.21                      wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of

017.22                      signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to

017.23                      whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr.

017.24                      Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering

017.25                      rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence:

017.26                      hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of

017.27                      livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as

017.28                      flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of

017.29                      whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges

017.30                       to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize!

017.31        Jute. — 'Stench!

017.32        Mutt. — Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an'

017.33                     everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great-

017.34                     grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig,

017.35                     drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound

017.36                     seemetery which iz leebez luv.

018.01        Jute. — 'Zmorde!

018.02        Mutt. — Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des-

018.03                      pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup

018.04                      them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust

018.05                     and being humus the same roturns. He who runes

018.06                     may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle,

018.07                     crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum-

018.08                     blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in

018.09                     your whisht!

018.10        Jute. — Whysht?

018.11         Mutt. — The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.

018.12        Jute. — Howe?

018.13        Mutt. — Here is viceking's graab.

018.14        Jute. — Hwaad!

018.15        Mutt. — Ore you astoneaged, jute you?

018.16        Jute. — Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud.

018.17 (Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios

018.18 of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since

018.19 We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told

018.20 of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They B:Daniel 5:25-28

018.21 lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is

018.22 given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and

018.23 again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds

018.24 walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that

018.25 knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that

018.26 convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that

018.27 adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en-

018.28 tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his

018.29 navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively-

018.30 onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt,

018.31 an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at

018.32 all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht.

018.33 Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and