196.01 O 

196.02 tell me all about

196.03 Anna Livia! I want to hear all

196.04 about Anna Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes, of course,

196.05 we all know Anna Livia. Tell me all. Tell me now. You’ll die

196.06 when you hear. Well, you know, when the old cheb went futt

196.07 and did what you know. Yes, I know, go on. Wash quit and

196.08 don’t be dabbling. Tuck up your sleeves and loosen your talk-

196.09 tapes. And don’t butt me — hike! — when you bend. Or what-

196.10 ever it was they threed to make out he thried to two in the

196.11 Fiendish park. He’s an awful old reppe. Look at the shirt of him!

196.12 Look at the dirt of it! He has all my water black on me. And it

196.13 steeping and stuping since this time last wik. How many goes

196.14 is it I wonder I washed it? I know by heart the places he likes to

196.15 saale, duddurty devil! Scorching my hand and starving my fa-

196.16 mine to make his private linen public. Wallop it well with your

196.17 battle and clean it. My wrists are wrusty rubbing the mouldaw

196.18 stains. And the dneepers of wet and the gangres of sin in it! What

196.19 was it he did a tail at all on Animal Sendai? And how long was

196.20 he under loch and neagh? It was put in the newses what he did,

196.21 nicies and priers, the King fierceas Humphrey, with illysus dis-

196.22 tilling, exploits and all. But toms will till. I know he well. Temp

196.23 untamed will hist for no man. As you spring so shall you neap.

196.24 O, the roughty old rappe! Minxing marrage and making loof.

197.01 Reeve Gootch was right and Reeve Drughad was sinistrous! And

197.02 the cut of him! And the strut of him! How he used to hold his

197.03 head as high as a howeth, the famous eld duke alien, with a hump

197.04 of grandeur on him like a walking wiesel rat. And his derry’s

197.05 own drawl and his corksown Blather and his doubling stutter

197.06 and his gullaway swank. Ask Lictor Hackett or Lector Reade

197.07 of Garda Growley or the Boy with the Billyclub. How elster is

197.08 he a called at all? Qu’appelle? Huges Caput Earlyfouler. Or

197.09 where was he bom or how was he found? Urgothland, Tvistown

197.10 on the Kattekat? New Hunshire, Concord on the Merrimake?

197.11 Who blocksmitt her saft anvil or yelled lep to her pail? Was her

197.12 banns never loosened in Adam and Eve’s or were him and her

197.13 but captain spliced? For mine ether duck I thee drake. And by

197.14 my wildgaze I thee gander. Flowey and Mount on the brink of

197.15 time makes wishes and fears for a happy isthmass. She can show

197.16 all her lines, with love, license to play. And if they don’t remarry

197.17 that hook and eye may! O, passmore that and oxus another! Don

197.18 Dom Dombdomb and his wee follyo! Was his help inshored in

197.19 the Stork and Pelican against bungelars, flu and third risk par-

197.20 ties? I heard he dug good tin with his doll, delvan first and duvlin

197.21 after, when he raped her home, Sabrine asthore, in a parakeet’s

197.22 cage, by dredgerous lands and devious delts, playing catched and

197.23 mythed with the gleam of her shadda, (if a flic had been there to

197.24 pop up and pepper him!) past auld min’s manse and Maisons

197.25 Allfou and the rest of incurables and the last of immurables, the

197.26 quaggy waag for stumbling. Who sold you that jackalantem’s

197.27 tale? Pemmican’s pasty pie! Not a grasshoop to ring her, not an

197.28 antsgrain of ore. In a gabbard he barqued it, the boat of life,

197.29 from the harbourless Ivernikan Okean, till he spied the loom of

197.30 his landfall and he loosed two croakers from under his tilt, the

197.31 gran Phenician rover. By the smell of her kelp they made the

197.32 pigeonhouse. Like fun they did! But where was Himself, the

197.33 timoneer? That marchantman he suivied their scutties right over

197.34 the wash, his cameleer’s burnous breezing up on him, till with

197.35 his runagate bowmpriss he roade and borst her bar. Pilcomayo!

197.36. Suchcaughtawan! And the whale’s away with the grayling! Tune

198.01 your pipes and fall ahumming, you bom ijypt, and you’re no-

198.02 thing short of one! Well, ptellomey soon and curb your escumo.

198.03 When they saw him shoot swift up her sheba sheath, like any

198.04 gay lord Salomon, her bulls they were ruhring, surfed with

198.05 spree. Boyar ka buah! Boyana bueh! He erned his lille Bunbath

198.06 hard, our staly bred, the trader. He did. Look at here. In this wet

198.07 of his prow. Don’t you know he was kaldt a bairn of the brine,

198.08 Wasserbourne the waterbaby? Havemmarea, so he was! H.C.E.

198.09 has a codfisck ee. Shyr she’s nearly as badher as him herself.

198.10 Who? Anna Livia? Ay, Anna Livia. Do you know she was call-

198.11 ing bakvandets sals from all around, nyumba noo, chamba choo,

198.12 to go in till him, her erring cheef, and tickle the pontiff aisy-oisy?

198.13 She was? Gota pot! Yssel that the limmat? As El Negro winced

198.14 when he wonced in La Plate. O, tell me all I want to hear, how

198.15 loft she was lift a laddery dextro ! A coneywink after the bunting

198.16 fell. Letting on she didn’t care, sina feza, me absantee, him man

198.17 in passession, the proxenete! Proxenete and phwhat is phthat?

198.18 Emme for your reussischer Honddu jarkon! Tell us in franca

198.19 langua. And call a spate a spate. Did they never sharee you ebro

198.20 at skol, you antiabecedarian? It’s just the same as if I was to

198.21 go par examplum now in conservancy’s cause out of telekinesis and

198.22 proxenete you. For coxyt sake and is that what she is? Botlettle

198.23 I thought she’d act that loa. Didn’t you spot her in her windaug,

198.24 wubbling up on an osiery chair, with a meusic before her all

198.25 cunniform letters, pretending to ribble a reedy derg on a fiddle

198.26 she bogans without a band on? Sure she can’t fiddan a dee, with

198.27 bow or abandon! Sure, she can’t! Tista suck. Well, I never now

198.28 heard the like of that! Tell me moher. Tell me moatst. Well, old

198.29 Humber was as glommen as grampus, with the tares at his thor

198.30 and the buboes for ages and neither bowman nor shot abroad and

198.31 bales allbrant on the crests of rockies and nera lamp in kitchen or

198.32 church and giant’s holes in Grafton’s causeway and deathcap

198.33 mushrooms round Funglus grave and the great tribune’s barrow

198.34 all darnels occumule, sittang sambre on his sett, drammen and

198.35 drommen, usking queasy quizzers of his ruful continence, his

198.36 childlinen scarf to encourage his obsequies where he’d check their

199.01 debths in that mormon’s thames, be questing and handsetl, hop,

199.02 step and a deepend, with his berths in their toiling moil, his swal-

199.03 lower open from swolf to fore and the snipes of the gutter pecking

199.04 his crocs, hungerstriking all alone and holding doomsdag over

199.05 hunselv, dreeing his weird, with his dander up, and his fringe

199.06 combed over his eygs and droming on loft till the sight of the

199.07 stemes, after zwarthy kowse and weedy broeks and the tits of

199.08 buddy and the loits of pest and to peer was Parish worth thette

199.09 mess. You’d think all was dodo belonging to him how he durmed

199.10 adranse in durance vaal. He had been belching for Severn years.

199.11 And there she was, Anna Livia, she darent catch a winkle of

199.12 sleep, purling around like a chit of a child, Wendawanda, a finger-

199.13 thick, in a Lapsummer skirt and damazon cheeks, for to ishim

199.14 bonzour to her dear dubber Dan. With neuphraties and sault

199.15 from his maggias. And an odd time she’d cook him up blooms

199.16 of fisk and lay to his heartsfoot her meddery eygs, yayis, and

199.17 staynish beacons on toasc and a cupenhave so weeshywashy of

199.18 Greenland’s tay or a dzoupgan of Kaffue mokau an sable or

199.19 Sikiang sukry or his ale of ferns in trueart pewter and a shin-

199.20 kobread (hamjambo, bana?) for to plaise that man hog stay his

199.21 stomicker till her pyrraknees shrunk to nutmeg graters while her

199.22 togglejoints shuck with goyt and as rash as she’d russ with her

199.23 peakload of vivers up on her sieve (metauwero rage it swales and

199.24 rieses) my hardey Hek he’d kast them frome him, with a stour

199.25 of scorn, as much as to say you sow and you sozh, and if he didn’t

199.26 peg the platteau on her tawe, believe you me, she was safe

199.27 enough. And then she’d esk to vistule a hymn. The Heart Bowed

199.28 Down or The Rakes of Mallow or Chelli Michele’s La Calumraa e

199.29 un Vermicelli or a balfy bit ov old Jo Robidson. Sucho fuffing a

199.30 fifeing ’twould cut you in two! She’d bate the hen that crowed

199.31 on the turrace of Babbel. What harm if she knew how to cockle

199.32 her mouth! And not a mag out of Hum no more than out of the

199.33 mangle weight. Is that a faith? That’s the fact. Then riding the

199.34 ricka and roya romanche, Annona, gebroren aroostokrat Nivia,

199.35 dochter of Sense and Art, with Sparks’ pirryphlickathims funkl-

199.36 ing her fan, anner frostivying tresses dasht with virevlies, —

200.01while the prom beauties sreeked nith their bearers’ skins ! — in

200.02 a period gown of changeable jade that would robe the wood of

200.03 two cardinals’ chairs and crush poor Cullen and smother Mac-

200.04 Cabe. O blazerskate! Theirs porpor patches! And brahming to

200.05 him down the feedchute, with her femtyfyx kinds of fondling

200.06 endings, the poother rambling off her nose: Vuggybarney,

200.07 Wickerymandy! Hello, ducky, please don't die! Do you know

200.08 what she started cheeping after, with a choicey voicey like water-

200.09 glucks or Madame Delba to Romeoreszk? You’ll never guess.

200.10 Tell me. Tell me. Phoebe, dearest, tell, O tell me and I loved you

200.11 better nor you knew. And letting on hoon var daft about the warbly

200.12 sangs from over holmen: High hellskirt saw ladles hensmoker lily-

200.13 hung pigger: and soay and soan and so firth and so forth in a tone

200.14 sonora and Oom Bothar below like Bheri-Bheri in his sandy

200.15 cloak, so umvolosy, as deaf as a yawn, the stult! Go away! Poor

200.16 deef old deary! Yare only teasing! Anna Liv? As chalk is my

200.17 judge! And didn’t she up in sorgues and go and trot doon and

200.18 stand in her douro, puffing her old dudheen, and every shirvant

200.19 siligirl or wensum farmerette walking the pilend roads, Sawy,

200.20 Fundally, Daery or Maery, Milucre, Awny or Graw, usedn’t she

200.21 make her a simp or sign to slip inside by the sullyport? You don’t

200.22 say, the sillypost? Bedouix but I do! Calling them in, one by one

200.23 (To Blockbeddum here! Here the Shoebenacaddie!) and legging

200.24 a jig or so on the sihl to show them how to shake their benders

200.25 and the dainty how to bring to mind the gladdest garments out

200.26 of sight and all the way of a maid with a man and making a sort

200.27 of a cackling noise like two and a penny or half a crown and hold-

200.28 ing up a silliver shiner. Lordy, lordy, did she so? Well, of all the

200.29 ones ever I heard! Throwing all the neiss little whores in the

200.30 world at him! To inny captured wench you wish of no matter

200.31 what sex of pleissful ways two adda tammar a lizzy a lossie to

200.32 hug and hab haven in Humpy’s apron!

200.33 And what was the wyerye rima she made! Odet! Odet! Tell

200.34 me the trent of it while I’m lathering hail out of Denis Florence

200.35 MacCarthy’s combies. Rise it, flut ye, pian piena! I’m dying

200.36 down off my iodine feet until I lerryn Anna Livia’s cushingloo, 

201.01 that was writ by one and rede by two and trouved by a poule in

201.02 the parco! I can see that, I see you are. How does it tummel?

201.03 Listen now. Are you listening? Yes, yes! Idneed I am! Tarn your

201.04 ore ouse! Essonne inne!

201.05 By earth and the cloudy but I badly want a brandnew bankside,

201.06 bedamp and I do, and a plumper at that!

201.07 For the putty affair I have is wore out, so it is, sitting, yaping and

201.08 waiting for my old Dane hodder dodderer, my life in death companion,

201.09 my frugal key of our larder, my much-altered camel's hump, my

201.10 jointspoiler, my maymoon's honey, my fool to the last Decemberer,

201.11 to wake himself out of his winter's doze and bore me down like he

201.12 used to.

201.13 Is there irwell a lord of the manor or a knight of the shire at strike,

201.14 I wonder, that'd dip me a dace or two in cash for washing and

201.15 darning his worshipful socks for him now we're run out of horse-

201.16 brose and milk?

201.17 Only for my short Brittas bed made's as snug as it smells it's

201.18 out I'd lep and off with me to the slobs della Tolka or the plage au

201.19 Clontarf to feale the gay aire of my salt troublin bay and the race

201.20 of the saywint up me ambushure.

201.21 Onon! Onon! tell me more. Tell me every tiny teign. I want

201.22 to know every single ingul. Down to what made the potters fly

201.23 into jagsthole. And why were the vesles vet. That homa fever's

201.24 winning me wome. If a mahun of the horse but hard me! We'd

201.25 be bundukiboi meet askarigal. Well, now comes the hazel-

201.26 hatchery part. After Clondalkin the Kings's Inns. We'll soon be

201.27 there with the freshet. How many aleveens had she in tool? I can't

201.28 rightly rede you that. Close only knows. Some say she had three

201.29 figures to fill and confined herself to a hundred eleven, wan by-

201.30 wan bywan, making meanacuminamoyas. Olaph lamm et, all that

201.31pack? We won't have room in the kirkeyaard. She can't remember

201.32 half of the cradlenames she smacked on them by the grace of her

201.33 boxing bishop's infallible slipper, the cane for Kund and abbles for

201.34 Eyolf and ayther nayther for Yakov Yea. A hundred and how?

201.35 They did well to rechristien her Pluhurabelle. O loreley! What a

201.36 loddon lodes! Heigh ho! But it's quite on the cards she'll shed U4.544

202.01 more and merrier, twills and trills, sparefours and spoilfives, nord-

202.02 sihkes and sudsevers and ayes and neins to a litter. Grandfarthring

202.03 nap and Messamisery and the knave of all knaves and the joker.

202.04 Heehaw! She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she

202.05 must, more than most. Shoal she was, gidgad. She had a flewmen

202.06 of her owen. Then a toss nare scared that lass, so aimai moe,

202.07 that's agapo! Tell me, tell me, how cam she camlin through all

202.08 her fellows, the neckar she was, the diveline? Casting her perils

202.09 before our swains from Fonte-in-Monte to Tidingtown and

202.10 from Tidingtown tilhavet. Linking one and knocking the next,

202.11 tapting a flank and tipting a jutty and palling in and pietaring

202.12 out and clyding by on her eastway. Waiwhou was the first thur-

202.13 ever burst? Someone he was, whuebra they were, in a tactic attack

202.14 or in single combat. Tinker, tilar, souldrer, salor, Pieman Peace

202.15 or Polistaman. That's the thing I'm elwys on edge to esk. Push

202.16 up and push vardar and come to uphill headquarters! Was it

202.17 waterlows year, after Grattan or Flood, or when maids were in

202.18 Arc or when three stood hosting? Fidaris will find where the

202.19 Doubt arises like Nieman from Nirgends found the Nihil. Worry

202.20 you sighin foh, Albern, O Anser? Untie the gemman's fistiknots,

202.21 Qvic and Nuancee! She can't put her hand on him for the mo-

202.22 ment. Tez thelon langlo, walking weary! Such a loon waybash-

202.23 wards to row! She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals

202.24 her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what

202.25 he did or how blyth she played or how, when, why, where and

202.26 who offon he jumpnad her and how it was gave her away. She

202.27 was just a young thin pale soft shy slim slip of a thing then,

202.28 sauntering, by silvamoonlake and he was a heavy trudging

202.29 lurching lieabroad of a Curraghman, making his hay for whose

202.30 sun to shine on, as tough as the oaktrees (peats be with them!)

202.31 used to rustle that time down by the dykes of killing Kildare,

202.32 for forstfellfoss with a plash across her. She thought she's sankh

202.33 neathe the ground with nymphant shame when he gave her the

202.34 tigris eye! O happy fault! Me wish it was he! You're wrong there,

202.35 corribly wrong! Tisn't only tonight you're anacheronistic! It

202.36 was ages behind that when nullahs were nowhere, in county

203.01 Wickenlow, garden of Erin, before she ever dreamt she'd lave

203.02 Kilbride and go foaming under Horsepass bridge, with the great

203.03 southerwestern windstorming her traces and the midland's grain-

203.04 waster asarch for her track, to wend her ways byandby, robecca

203.05 or worse, to spin and to grind, to swab and to thrash, for all her

203.06 golden lifey in the barleyfields and pennylotts of Humphrey's

203.07 fordofhurdlestown and lie with a landleaper, wellingtonorseher.

203.08 Alesse, the lagos of girly days! For the dove of the dunas! Was-

203.09 ut? Izod? Are you sarthin suir? Not where the Finn fits into the

203.10 Mourne, not where the Nore takes lieve of Blœm, not where the

203.11 Braye divarts the Farer, not where the Moy changez her minds

203.12 twixt Cullin and Conn tween Cunn and Collin? Or where Neptune

203.13 sculled and Tritonville rowed and leandros three bumped heroines

203.14 two? Neya, narev, nen, nonni, nos! Then whereabouts in Ow and

203.15 Ovoca? Was it yst with wyst or Lucan Yokan or where the hand

203.16 of man has never set foot? Dell me where, the fairy ferse time! I

203.17 will if you listen. You know the dinkel dale of Luggelaw? Well,

203.18 there once dwelt a local heremite, Michael Arklow was his river-

203.19 end name, (with many a sigh I aspersed his lavabibs!) and one

203.20 venersderg in junojuly, oso sweet and so cool and so limber she

203.21 looked, Nance the Nixie, Nanon L'Escaut, in the silence, of the sy-

203.22 comores, all listening, the kindling curves you simply can't stop

203.23 feeling, he plunged both of his newly anointed hands, the core of

203.24 his cushlas, in her singimari saffron strumans of hair, parting them

203.25 and soothing her and mingling it, that was deepdark and ample

203.26 like this red bog at sundown. By that Vale Vowclose's lucydlac,

203.27 the reignbeau's heavenarches arronged orranged her. Afroth-

203.28 dizzying galbs, her enamelled eyes indergoading him on to the

203.29 vierge violetian. Wish a wish! Why a why? Mavro! Letty Lerck's

203.30 lafing light throw those laurals now on her daphdaph teasesong

203.31 petrock. Maass! But the majik wavus has elfun anon meshes.

203.32 And Simba the Slayer of his Oga is slewd. He cuddle not help

203.33 himself, thurso that hot on him, he had to forget the monk in

203.34 the man so, rubbing her up and smoothing her down, he baised

203.35 his lippes in smiling mood, kiss akiss after kisokushk (as he

203.36 warned her niver to, niver to, nevar) on Anna-na-Poghue's of

204.01 the freckled forehead. While you'd parse secheressa she hielt her

204.02 souff'. But she ruz two feet hire in her aisne aestumation. And

204.03 steppes on stilts ever since. That was kissuahealing with bantur

204.04 for balm! O, wasn't he the bold priest? And wasn't she the

204.05 naughty Livvy? Nautic Naama's now her navn. Two lads in

204.06 scoutsch breeches went through her before that, Barefoot Burn

204.07 and Wallowme Wade, Lugnaquillia's noblesse pickts, before she

204.08 had a hint of a hair at her fanny to hide or a bossom to tempt a

204.09 birch canoedler not to mention a bulgic porterhouse barge. And

204.10 ere that again, leada, laida, all unraidy, too faint to buoy the

204.11 fairiest rider, too frail to flirt with a cygnet's plume, she was licked

204.12 by a hound, Chirripa-Chirruta, while poing her pee, pure and

204.13 simple, on the spur of the hill in old Kippure, in birdsong and

204.14 shearingtime, but first of all, worst of all, the wiggly livvly, she

204.15 sideslipped out by a gap in the Devil's glen while Sally her nurse

204.16 was sound asleep in a sloot and, feefee fiefie, fell over a spillway

204.17 before she found her stride and lay and wriggled in all the stag-

204.18 nant black pools of rainy under a fallow coo and she laughed

204.19 innocefree with her limbs aloft and a whole drove of maiden

204.20 hawthorns blushing and looking askance upon her.

204.21 Drop me the sound of the findhorn's name, Mtu or Mti, som-

204.22 bogger was wisness. And drip me why in the flenders was she

204.23 frickled. And trickle me through was she marcellewaved or was

204.24 it weirdly a wig she wore. And whitside did they droop their

204.25 glows in their florry, aback to wist or affront to sea? In fear to

204.26 hear the dear so near or longing loth and loathing longing? Are

204.27 you in the swim or are you out? O go in, go on, go an! I mean

204.28 about what you know. I know right well what you mean. Rother!

204.29 You'd like the coifs and guimpes, snouty, and me to do the

204.30 greasy jub on old Veronica's wipers. What am I rancing now

204.31 and I'll thank you? Is it a pinny or is it a surplice? Arran, where's

204.32 your nose? And where's the starch? That's not the vesdre bene-

204.33 diction smell. I can tell from here by their eau de Colo and the

204.34 scent of her oder they're Mrs Magrath's. And you ought to have

204.35 aird them. They've moist come off her. Creases in silk they

204.36 are, not crampton lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she has sinned!

205.01 Through her catchment ring she freed them easy, with her hips'

205.02 hurrahs for her knees'dontelleries. The only parr with frills in

205.03 old the plain. So they are, I declare! Welland well! If tomorrow

205.04 keeps fine who'll come tripping to sightsee? How'll? Ask me

205.05 next what I haven't got! The Belvedarean exhibitioners. In their

205.06 cruisery caps and oarsclub colours. What hoo, they band! And

205.07 what hoa, they buck! And here is her nubilee letters too. Ellis

205.08 on quay in scarlet thread. Linked for the world on a flush-

205.09 caloured field. Annan exe after to show they're not Laura Ke-

205.10 own's. O, may the diabolo twisk your seifety pin! You child of

205.11 Mammon, Kinsella's Lilith! Now who has been tearing the leg

205.12 of her drawars on her?Which leg is it? The one with the bells

205.13 on it. Rinse them out and aston along with you! Where did I

205.14 stop? Never stop! Continuarration! You're not there yet. I

205.15 amstel waiting. Garonne, garonne!

205.16 Well, after it was put in the Mericy Cordial Mendicants' Sitter-

205.17 dag-Zindeh-Munaday Wakeschrift (for once they sullied their

205.18 white kidloves, chewing cuds after their dinners of cheeckin and

205.19 beggin, with their show us it here and their mind out of that and

205.20 their when you're quite finished with the reading matarial), even

205.21 the snee that snowdon his hoaring hair had a skunner against

205.22 him. Thaw, thaw, sava, savuto! Score Her Chuff Exsquire!

205.23 Everywhere erriff you went and every bung you arver dropped

205.24 into, in cit or suburb or in addled areas, the Rose and Bottle or

205.25 Phoenix Tavern or Power's Inn or Jude's Hotel or wherever you

205.26 scoured the countryside from Nannywater to Vartryville or from

205.27 Porta Lateen to the lootin quarter you found his ikom etsched

205.28 tipside down or the cornerboys cammocking his guy and Morris

205.29 the Man, with the role of a royss in his turgos the turrible, (Evro-

205.30 peahahn cheic house, unskimmed sooit and yahoort, hamman

205.31 now cheekmee, Ahdahm this way make, Fatima, half turn!)

205.32 reeling and railing round the local as the peihos piped und uban-

205.33 jees twanged, with oddfellow's triple tiara busby rotundarinking

205.34 round his scalp. Like Pate-by-the-Neva or Pete-over-Meer. This

205.35 is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that

205.36 never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg. And

206.01 the mauldrin rabble around him in areopage, fracassing a great

206.02 bingkan cagnan with their timpan crowders. Mind your Grimm-

206.03 father! Think of your Ma! Hing the Hong is his jove's hang-

206.04 nomen ! Lilt a bolero, bulling a law ! She swore on croststyx nyne

206.05 wyndabouts she's be level with all the snags of them yet. Par the

206.06 Vulnerable Virgin's Mary del Dame! So she said to herself she'd

206.07 frame a plan to fake a shine, the mischiefmaker, the like of it you

206.08 niever heard. What plan? Tell me quick and dongu so crould!

206.09 What the meurther did she mague? Well, she bergened a zakbag,

206.10 a shammy mailsack, with the lend of a loan of the light of his

206.11 lampion, off one of her swapsons, Shaun the Post, and then she

206.12 went and consulted her chapboucqs, old Mot Moore, Casey's

206.13 Euclid and the Fashion Display and made herself tidal to join

206.14 in the mascarete. O gig goggle of gigguels. I can't tell you how!

206.15 It's too screaming to rizo, rabbit it all! Minneha, minnehi mina-

206.16 aehe, minneho! O but you must, you must really! Make my hear

206.17 it gurgle gurgle, like the farest gargle gargle in the dusky dirgle

206.18 dargle! By the holy well of Mulhuddart I swear I'd pledge my

206.19 chanza getting to heaven through Tirry and Killy's mount of

206.20 impiety to hear it all, aviary word! O, leave me my faculties,

206.21 woman, a while! If you don't like my story get out of the punt.

206.22 Well, have it your own way, so. Here, sit down and do as you're

206.23 bid. Take my stroke and bend to your bow. Forward in and pull

206.24 your overthepoise! Lisp it slaney and crisp it quiet. Deel me long-

206.25 some. Tongue your time now. Breathe thet deep. Thouat's the

206.26 fairway. Hurry slow and scheldt you go. Lynd us your blessed

206.27 ashes here till I scrub the canon's underpants. Flow now. Ower

206.28 more. And pooleypooley.

206.29 First she let her hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its

206.30 teviots winding coils. Then, mothernaked, she sampood herself

206.31 with galawater and fraguant pistania mud, wupper and lauar,

206.32 from crown to sole. Next she greesed the groove of her keel,

206.33 warthes and wears and mole and itcher, with antifouling butter-

206.34 scatch and turfentide and serpenthyme and with leafmould she

206.35 ushered round prunella isles and eslats dun, quincecunct, allover

206.36 her little mary. Peeld gold of waxwork her jellybelly and her

207.01 grains of incense anguille bronze. And after that she wove a gar-

207.02 land for her hair. She pleated it. She plaited it. Of meadowgrass

207.03 and riverflags, the bulrush and waterweed, and of fallen griefs of

207.04 weeping willow. Then she made her bracelets and her anklets

207.05 and her armlets and a jetty amulet for necklace of clicking cobbles

207.06 and pattering pebbles and rumbledown rubble, richmond and

207.07 rehr, of Irish rhunerhinerstones and shellmarble bangles. That

207.08 done, a dawk of smut to her airy ey, Annushka Lutetiavitch

207.09 Pufflovah, and the lellipos cream to her lippeleens and the pick

207.10 of the paintbox for her pommettes, from strawbirry reds to

207.11 extra violates, and she sendred her boudeloire maids to His

207.12 Affluence, Ciliegia Grande and Kirschie Real, the two chirsines,

207.13 with respecks from his missus, seepy and sewery, and a request

207.14 might she passe of him for a minnikin. A call to pay and light a

207.15 taper, in Brie-on-Arrosa, back in a sprizzling. The cock striking

207.16 mine, the stalls bridely sign, there's Zambosy waiting for Me!

207.17 She said she wouldn't be half her length away. Then, then, as

207.18 soon as the lump his back was turned, with her mealiebag slang

207.19 over her shulder, Anna Livia, oysterface, forth of her bassein

207.20 came.

207.21 Describe her! Hustle along, why can't you? Spitz on the iern

207.22 while it's hot. I wouldn't miss her for irthing on nerthe. Not for

207.23 the lucre of lomba strait. Oceans of Gaud, I mosel hear that!

207.24 Ogowe presta! Leste, before Julia sees her! Ishekarry and washe-

207.25 meskad, the carishy caratimaney? Whole lady fair? Duodecimo-

207.26 roon? Bon a ventura? Malagassy? What had she on, the liddel oud

207.27 oddity? How much did she scallop, harness and weights? Here

207.28 she is, Amnisty Ann! Call her calamity electrifies man.

207.29 No electress at all but old Moppa Necessity, angin mother of

207.30 injons. I'll tell you a test. But you must sit still. Will you hold

207.31 your peace and listen well to what I am going to say now? It

207.32 might have been ten or twenty to one of the night of Allclose or

207.33 the nexth of April when the flip of her hoogly igloo flappered and

207.34 out toetippit a bushman woman, the dearest little moma ever

207.35 you saw, nodding around her, all smiles, with ems of embarras

207.36 and aues to awe, between two ages, a judyqueen, not up to your

208.01 elb. Quick, look at her cute and saise her quirk for the bicker she

208.02 lives the slicker she grows. Save us and tagus! No more? Werra

208.03 where in ourthe did you ever pick a Lambay chop as big as a

208.04 battering ram? Ay, you're right. I'm epte to forgetting, Like

208.05 Liviam Liddle did Loveme Long. The linth of my hough, I say !

208.06 She wore a ploughboy's nailstudded clogs, a pair of ploughfields

208.07 in themselves: a sugarloaf hat with a gaudyquiviry peak and a

208.08 band of gorse for an arnoment and a hundred streamers dancing

208.09 off it and a guildered pin to pierce it: owlglassy bicycles boggled

208.10 her eyes: and a fishnetzeveil for the sun not to spoil the wrinklings

208.11 of her hydeaspects: potatorings boucled the loose laubes of her

208.12 laudsnarers: her nude cuba stockings were salmospotspeckled: she

208.13 sported a galligo shimmy of hazevaipar tinto that never was fast

208.14 till it ran in the washing: stout stays, the rivals, lined her length:

208.15 her bloodorange bockknickers, a two in one garment, showed

208.16 natural nigger boggers, fancyfastened, free to undo: her black-

208.17 stripe tan joseph was sequansewn and teddybearlined, with wavy

208.18 rushgreen epaulettes and a leadown here and there of royal

208.19 swansruff: a brace of gaspers stuck in her hayrope garters: her

208.20 civvy codroy coat with alpheubett buttons was boundaried round

208.21 with a twobar tunnel belt: a fourpenny bit in each pocketside

208.22 weighed her safe from the blowaway windrush; she had a clothes-

208.23 peg tight astride on her joki's nose and she kep on grinding a

208.24 sommething quaint in her fiumy mouth and the rrreke of the

208.25 fluve of the tail of the gawan of her snuffdrab siouler's skirt

208.26 trailed ffiffty odd Irish miles behind her lungarhodes.

208.27 Hellsbells, I'm sorry I missed her! Sweet gumptyum and no-

208.28 body fainted ! But in whelk of her mouths? Was her naze alight?

208.29 Everyone that saw her said the dowce little delia looked a bit

208.30 queer. Lotsy trotsy, mind the poddle! Missus, be good and don't

208.31 fol in the say! Fenny poor hex she must have charred. Kickhams

208.32 a frumpier ever you saw! Making mush mullet's eyes at her boys

208.33 dobelon. And they crowned her their chariton queen, all the

208.34 maids. Of the may? You don't say! Well for her she couldn't

208.35 see herself. I recknitz wharfore the darling murrayed her mirror.

208.36 She did? Mersey me! There was a koros of drouthdropping sur-

209.01 facemen, boomslanging and plugchewing, fruiteyeing and flower-

209.02 feeding, in contemplation of the fluctuation and the undification

209.03 of her filimentation, lolling and leasing on North Lazers' Waal

209.04 all eelfare week by the Jukar Yoick's and as soon as they saw her

209.05 meander by that marritime way in her grasswinter's weeds and

209.06 twigged who was under her archdeaconess bonnet, Avondale's

209.07 fish and Clarence's poison, sedges an to aneber, Wit-upon-

209.08 Crutches to Master Bates: Between our two southsates and the

209.09 granite they're warming, or her face has been lifted or Alp has doped!

209.10 But what was the game in her mixed baggyrhatty? Just the

209.11 tembo in her tumbo or pilipili from her pepperpot? Saas and

209.12 taas and specis bizaas. And where in thunder did she plunder?

209.13 Fore the battle or efter the ball? I want to get it frisk from the

209.14 soorce. I aubette my bearb it's worth while poaching on! Shake

209.15 it up, do, do! That's a good old son of a ditch! I promise I'll

209.16 make it worth your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet

209.17 with a goodfor. Spey me pruth and I'll tale you true.

209.18 Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne aringarouma she pattered

209.19 and swung and sidled, dribbling her boulder through narrowa

209.20 mosses, the diliskydrear on our drier side and the vilde vetchvine

209.21agin us, curara here, careero there, not knowing which medway

209.22 or weser to strike it, edereider, making chattahoochee all to her

209.23 ain chichiu, like Santa Claus at the cree of the pale and puny,

209.24 nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her arms encircling Isola-

209.25 bella, then running with reconciled Romas and Reims, on like a

209.26 lech to be off like a dart, then bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with

209.27 spittle, with a Christmas box apiece for aisch and iveryone of her

209.28 childer, the birthday gifts they dreamt they gabe her, the spoiled

209.29 she fleetly laid at our door! On the matt, by the pourch and in-

209.30 under the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, the

209.31 pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre. And they all

209.32 about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime of their

209.33 slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the Smyly

209.34 boys at their vicereine's levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo

209.35 Anna, high life! Sing us a sula, O, susuria! Ausone sidulcis!

209.36 Hasn't she tambre! Chipping her and raising a bit of a chir or a

210.01 jary every dive she'd neb in her culdee sacco of wabbash she

210.02 raabed and reach out her maundy meerschaundize, poor souvenir

210.03 as per ricorder and all for sore aringarung, stinkers and heelers,

210.04 laggards and primelads, her furzeborn sons and dribblederry

210.05 daughters, a thousand and one of them, and wickerpotluck for

210.06 each of them. For evil and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's

210.07 bann and a barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee; a cartridge of

210.08 cockaleekie soup for Chummy the Guardsman; for sulky Pen-

210.09 der's acid nephew deltoïd drops, curiously strong; a cough and

210.10 a rattle and wildrose cheeks for poor Piccolina Petite MacFarlane;

210.11 a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and blankets and shins between

210.12 them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn Mmarriage; a brazen nose

210.13 and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a papar flag of the

210.14 saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff for Pudge Craig

210.15 and a nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigby; waterleg

210.16 and gumboots each for Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan;

210.17 a prodigal heart and fatted calves for Buck Jones, the pride of

210.18 Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim for Val from

210.19 Skibereen; a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Ballyclee jackeen;

210.20 a seasick trip on a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan; a

210.21 louse and trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy Mac-

210.22 kenzie; a hairclip and clackdish for Penceless Peter; that twelve

210.23 sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a drowned doll, to face down-

210.24 wards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls for Blanchisse's

210.25 bed; Wildairs' breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue Dot

210.26 a big eye; to Sam Dash a false step; snakes in clover, picked and

210.27 scotched, and a vaticanned viper catcher's visa for Patsy Presbys;

210.28 a reiz every morning for Standfast Dick and a drop every minute

210.29 for Stumblestone Davy; scruboak beads for beatified Biddy; two

210.30 appletweed stools for Eva Mobbely; for Saara Philpot a jordan

210.31 vale tearorne; a pretty box of Pettyfib's Powder for Eileen Aruna

210.32 to whiten her teeth and outflash Helen Arhone; a whippingtop

210.33 for Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman's Lane a

210.34 penny wise for her foolish pitcher; a putty shovel for Terry the

210.35 Puckaun; an apotamus mask for Promoter Dunne; a niester egg

210.36 with a twicedated shell' and a dynamight right for Pavl the Curate;

211.01 a collera morbous for Mann in the Cloack; a starr and girton for

211.02 Draper and Deane; for Will-of-the-Wisp and Barny-the-Bark two

211.03 mangolds noble to sweeden their bitters; for Oliver Bound a

211.04 way in his frey; for Seumas, thought little, a crown he feels big;

211.05 a tibertine's pile with a Congoswood cross on the back for

211.06 Sunny Twimjim; a praises be and spare me days for Brian the

211.07 Bravo; penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona

211.08 Lena Magdalena; for Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla, Mamilla, a

211.09 bucket, a packet, a book and a pillow; for Nancy Shannon a

211.10 Tuami brooch; for Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a cooling douche

211.11 and a warmingpan; a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher;

211.12 a hairpin slatepencil for Elsie Oram to scratch her toby, doing

211.13 her best with her volgar fractions; an old age pension for Betty

211.14 Bellezza; a bag of the blues for Funny Fitz; a Missa pro Messa for

211.15 Taff de Taff; Jill, the spoon of a girl, for Jack, the broth of a boy;

211.16 a Rogerson Crusoe's Friday fast for Caducus Angelus Rubicon-

211.17 stein; three hundred and sixtysix poplin tyne for revery warp in

211.18 the weaver's woof for Victor Hugonot; a stiff steaded rake and

211.19 good varians muck for Kate the Cleaner; a hole in the ballad for

211.20 Hosty; two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten

211.21 on the pop for the daulphins born with five spoiled squibs for

211.22 Infanta; a letter to last a lifetime for Maggi beyond by the ashpit;

211.23 the heftiest frozenmeat woman from Lusk to Livienbad for Felim

211.24 the Ferry; spas and speranza and symposium's syrup for decayed

211.25 and blind and gouty Gough; a change of naves and joys of ills

211.26 for Armoricus Tristram Amoor Saint Lawrence; a guillotine

211.27 shirt for Reuben Redbreast and hempen suspendeats for Bren-

211.28 nan on the Moor; an oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and mus-

211.29 quodoboits for Great Tropical Scott; a C3 peduncle for Karma-

211.30 lite Kane; a sunless map of the month, including the sword and

211.31 stamps, for Shemus O'Shaun the Post; a jackal with hide for

211.32 Browne but Nolan; a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance;

211.33 all lock and no stable for Honorbright Merreytrickx; a big drum

211.34 for Billy Dunboyne; a guilty goldeny bellows, below me blow

211.35 me,for Ida Ida and a hushaby rocker,Elletrouvetout,for Who-is-

211.36 silvier —— Where-is-he?; whatever you like to swilly to swash,

212.01 Yuinness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for Festus King and

212.02 Roaring Peter and Frisky Shorty and Treacle Tom and O. B.

212.03 Behan and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran

212.04 and O'Delawarr Rossa and Nerone MacPacem and whoever you

212.05 chance to meet knocking around; and a pig's bladder balloon for

212.06 Selina Susquehanna Stakelum. But what did she give to Pruda

212.07 Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and Briery Brosna and

212.08 Teasy Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Maassy and Zusan Camac

212.09 and Melissa Bradogue and Flora Ferns and Fauna Fox-Good-

212.10 man and Grettna Greaney and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba

212.11 Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan with Simpatica

212.12 Sohan and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La Mesme and Philomena

212.13 O'Farrell and Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and Snakeshead

212.14 Lily and Fountainoy Laura and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy

212.15 Frances de Sales Macleay? She gave them ilcka madre's daughter

212.16 a moonflower and a bloodvein: but the grapes that ripe before

212.17 reason to them that devide the vinedress. So on Izzy, her shame-

212.18 maid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight,

212.19 life past befoul his prime.

212.20      My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's dusind with tithe

212.21 tillies to boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub! And Hi-

212.22 bernonian market! All that and more under one crinoline enve-

212.23 lope if you dare to break the porkbarrel seal. No wonder they'd

212.24 run from her pison plague. Throw us your hudson soap for the

212.25 honour of Clane! The wee taste the water left. I'll raft it back,

212.26 first thing in the marne. Merced mulde! Ay, and don't forget the

212.27 reckitts I lohaned you. You've all the swirls your side of the cur-

212.28 rent. Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Who said you're to

212.29 blame for that if you have? You're a bit on the sharp side. I'm on

212.30 the wide. Only snuffers' cornets drifts my way that the cracka

212.31 dvine chucks out of his cassock, with her estheryear's marsh

212.32 narcissus to make him recant his vanitty fair. Foul strips of his

212.33 chinook's bible I do be reading, dodwell disgustered but chickled

212.34 with chuckles at the tittles is drawn on the tattlepage. Senior ga

212.35 dito: Faciasi Omo! E omo fu fò. Ho! Ho! Senior ga dito: Faciasi

212.36 Hidamo! Hidamo se ga facessà. Ha! Ha! And Die Windermere