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!

[013.06-013.19]: the engraving on the wall — look and listen.

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.

[013.20-013.28]: the history book — the major characters.

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.)

[013.29-014.15]: leaves of time — four entries from the annals.

013.29 So, 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