053.01 a fin fell. Boomster rombombonant! It scenes like a landescape

053.02 from Wildu Picturescu or some seem on some dimb Arras, dumb

053.03 as Mum's mutyness, this mimage of the seventyseventh kusin of

053.04 kristansen is odable to os across the wineless Ere no oedor nor

053.05 mere eerie nor liss potent of suggestion than in the tales of the

053.06 tingmount. (Prigged!)

[053.07-053.35]: the peaceful landscape — their meeting.

053.07 And there oftafter, jauntyjogging, on an Irish visavis, instea-

053.08 dily with shoulder to shoulder Jehu will tell to Christianier, saint *

053.09 to sage, the humphriad of that fall and rise while daisy winks at

053.10 her pinker sister among the tussocks and the copoll between the

053.11 shafts mocks the couple on the car. And as your who may look

053.12 like how on the owther side of his big belttry your tyrs and cloes

053.13 your noes and paradigm maymay rererise in eren. Follow we up

053.14 his whip vindicative. Thurston's! Lo bebold! La arboro, lo

053.15 petrusu. The augustan peacebetothem oaks, the monolith rising

053.16 stark from the moonlit pinebarren. In all fortitudinous ajaxious

053.17 rowdinoisy tenuacity. The angelus hour with ditchers bent upon

053.18 their farm usetensiles, the soft belling of the fallow deers (doereh-

053.19 moose genuane!) advertising their milky approach as midnight

053.20 was striking the hours (letate!), and how brightly the great tri-

053.21 bune outed the sharkskin smokewallet (imitation!) from his

053.22 frock, kippers, and by Joshua, he tips un a topping swank

053.23 cheroot, none of your swellish soide, quoit the reverse, and how

053.24 manfally he says, pluk to pluk and lekan for lukan, he was to just

053.25 pluggy well suck that brown boyo, my son, and spend a whole

053.26 half hour in Havana. Sorer of the kreeksmen, would not thore be

053.27 old high gothsprogue! Wherefore he met Master, he mean to say,

053.28 he do, sire, bester of redpublicans, at Eagle Cock Hostel on

053.29 Lorenzo Tooley street and how he wished his Honour the ban-

053.30 nocks of Gort and Morya and Bri Head and Puddyrick, yore

053.31 Loudship, and a starchboxsitting in the pit of his St Tomach's,

053.32 — a strange wish for you, my friend, and it would poleaxe your

053.33 sonson's grandson utterly though your own old sweatandswear

053.34 floruerunts heaved it hoch many as the times, when they were

053.35 turrified by the hitz.

[053.36-054.06]: remembrances of yesterday — listen.

053.36 Chee chee cheers for Upkingbilly and crow cru cramwells