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Wives Awake Aweek, Airy Ann and Berber Blut, Amy Licks Porter While Huffy
Chops Eads, Abbrace of Umbellas or a Tripple of Caines, Buttbutterbust, From
the Manorlord Hoved to the Misses O'Mollies and from the Dames to their
Sames, Manyfestoons for the Colleagues on the Green, An Outstanding Back and
an Excellent Halfcentre if Called on, As Tree is Quick and Stone is White So
ts My Washing Done by Night, First and Last Only True Account au about the
Honorary Mirsu Earwicker, L.S.D., and the Snake (Nuggets!) by a Woman of the
World who only can Tell Naked Truths about a Dear Man and all his
Conspirators how they all Tried to Fall him Putting it all around Lucalizod
about Privates Earwicker and a Pair of Sloppy Sluts plainly Showing all the
Unmentionability falsely Accusing about the Raincoats.
The proteiform graph itself is a polyhedron of scripture. There was a
time when naif alphabetters would have written it down the tracing of a
purely deliquescent recidivist, possibly ambidextrous, snubnosed probably
and presenting a strangely profound rainbowl in his (or her) occiput. To the
hardily curiosing entomophilust then it has shown a very sexmosaic of
nymphosis in which the eternal chimerahunter Oriolopos, now frond of sugars,
then lief of saults, the sensory crowd in his belly coupled with an eye for
the goods trooth bewilderblissed by their night effluvia with guns like
drums and fondlers like forceps persequestellates his vanessas from flore to
flore. Somehows this sounds like the purest kidooleyoon wherein our
madernacerution of lour lore is rich. All's so herou from us him in a
kitchernott darkness, by hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till
Zerogh hour like pou owl giaours as we are would we salve aught of moments
for our aysore today. Amousin though not but. Closer inspection of the
bordereau would reveal a multiplicity of personalities inflicted on the
documents or document and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be
made by anyone unwary enough before any suitable occasion for it or them had
so far managed to happen along. In fact, under the closed eyes of the
inspectors the traits featuring the chiaroscuro coalesce, their
contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody similarly as by the
providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of dramdrinker
against freethinker our social something bowls along bumpily, experiencing a
jolting series of prearranged disappointments, down the long lane of (it's
as semper as oxhousehumper! generations, more generations and still more
generations.
Say, baroun lousadoor, who in hallhagal wrote the durn thing anyhow?
Erect, beseated, mountback, against a partywall, below freezigrade, by the
use of quill or style, with turbid or pellucid mind, accompanied or the
reverse by mastication, interrupted by visit of seer to scribe or of scribe
to site, atwixt two showers or atosst of a trike, rained upon or blown
around, by a rightdown regular racer from the soil or by a too pained
whittlewit laden with the loot of learning?
Now, patience; and remember patience is the great thing, and above all
things else we must avoid anything like being or becoming out of patience. A
good plan used by worried business folk who may not have had many momentums
to master Kung's doctrine of the meang or the propriety codestruces of
Carprimustimus is just to think of all the sinking fund of patience
possessed in their conjoint names by both brothers Bruce with whom are
incorporated their Scotch spider and Elberfeld's Calculating Horses. If
after years upon years of delving in ditches dark one tubthumper more than
others, Kinihoun or Kahanan, giardarner or mear measenmanonger, has got up
for the darnall same purpose of reassuring us with all the barbar of the
Carrageehouse that our great ascendant was properly speaking three syllables
less than his own surname (yes, yes, less!), that the ear of Fionn Earwicker
aforetime was the trademark of a broadcaster with wicker local jargon for an
ace's patent (Hear! Calls! Everywhair!) then as to this radiooscillating
epiepistle to which, cotton, silk or samite, kohol, gall or brickdust, we
must ceaselessly return, whereabouts exactly at present in Siam, Hell or
Tophet under that glorisol which plays touraloup with us in this Aludin's
Cove of our cagacity is that bright soandsuch to slip us the dinkum oil?
Naysayers we know. To conclude purely negatively from the positive
absence of political odia and monetary requests that its page cannot ever
have been a penproduct of a man or woman of that period or those parts is
only one more unlookedfor conclusion leaped at, being tantamount to
inferring from the nonpresence of inverted commas (sometimes called
quotation marks) on any page that its author was always constitutionally
incapable of misappropriating the spoken words of others.
Luckily there is another cant to the questy. Has any fellow, of the
dime a dozen type, it might with some profit some dull evening quietly be
hinted--has any usual sort of ornery josser, flatchested fortyish, faintly
flatulent and given to ratiocination by syncopation in the elucidation of
complications,of his greatest Fung Yang dynasdescendanced,only another the
son of, in fact, ever looked sufficiently longly at a quite everydaylooking
stamped addressed envelope? Admittedly it is an outer husk: its face, in all
its featureful perfection of imperfection, is its fortune: it exhibits only
the civil or military clothing of whatever passionpallid nudity or
plaguepurple nakedness may happen to tuck itself under its flap. Yet to
concentrate solely on the literal sense or even the psychological content of
any document to the sore neglect of the enveloping facts themselves
circumstantiating it is just as hurtful to sound sense (and let it be added
to the truest taste) as were some fellow in the act of perhaps getting an
intro from another fellow turning out to be a friend in need of his, say, to
a lady of the latter's acquaintance, engaged in performing the elaborative
antecistral ceremony of upstheres, straightaway to run off and vision her
plump and plain in her natural altogether, preferring to close his
blinkhard's eyes to the ethiquethical fact that she was, after all, wearing
for the space of the time being some definite articles of evolutionary
clothing, inharmonious creations, a captious critic might describe them as,
or not strictly necessary or a trifle irritating here and there, but for all
that suddenly full of local colour and personal perfume and suggestive, too,
of so very much more and capable of being stretched, filled out, if need or
wish were, of having their surprisingly like coincidental parts separated
don't they now, for better survey by the deft hand of an expert, don't you
know? Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? Or that
one may be separated from the other? Or that both may then be contemplated
simultaneously? Or that each may be taken up and considered in turn apart
from the other?
Here let a few artifacts fend in their own favour. The river felt she
wanted salt. That was just where Brien came in. The country asked for
bearspaw for dindin! And boundin aboundin it got it surly. We who live under
heaven, we of the clovery kingdom, we middlesins people have often watched
the sky overreaching the land. We suddenly have. Our isle is Sainge. The
place. That stern chuckler Mayhappy Mayhapnot, once said to repeation in
that lutran conservatory way of his that Isitachapel-Asitalukin was the one
place, ult aut nult, in this madh vaal of tares (whose verdhure's yellowed
therever Phaiton parks his car while its tamelised tay is the drame of
Drainophilias) where the possible was the improbable and the improbable the
inevitable. If the proverbial bishop of our holy and undivided with this me
ken or no me ken Zot is the Quiztune havvermashed had his twoe nails on the
head we are in for a sequentiality of improbable possibles though possibly
nobody after having grubbed up a lock of cwold cworn aboove his subject
probably in Harrystotalies or the vivle will go out of his way to applaud
him on the onboiassed back of his remark for utterly impossible as are all
these events they are probably as like those which may have taken place as
any others which never took person at all are ever likely to be. Ahahn!
About that original hen. Midwinter (fruur or kuur?) was in the offing
and Premver a promise of a pril when, as kischabrigies sang life's old
sahatsong, an iceclad shiverer, merest of bantlings observed a cold fowl
behaviourising strangely on that fatal midden or chip factory or
comicalbottomed copsjute (dump for short) afterwards changed into the
orangery when in the course of deeper demolition unexpectedly one bushman's
holiday its limon threw up a few spontaneous fragments of orangepeel, the
last remains of an outdoor meal by some unknown sunseeker or placehider
illico way back in his mistridden past. What child of a strandlooper but
keepy little Kevin in the despondful surrounding of such sneezing cold would
ever have trouved up on a strate that was called strete a motive for future
saintity by euchring the finding of the Ardagh chalice by another heily
innocent and beachwalker whilst trying with pious clamour to wheedle
Tipperaw raw raw reeraw puteters out of Now Sealand in spignt of the
patchpurple of the massacre, a dual a duel to die to day, goddam and biggod,
sticks and stanks, of most of the Jacobiters.
The bird in the case was Belinda of the Dorans,a more than
quinquegintarian (Terziis prize with Serni medal, Cheepalizzy's Hane
Exposition) and what she was scratching at the hour of klokking twelve
looked for all this zogzag world like a goodishsized sheet of letterpaper
originating by transhipt from Boston (Mass.) of the last of the first to
Dear whom it proceded to mention Maggy well & allathome's health well only
the hate turned the mild on the van Houtens and the general's elections with
a lovely face of some born gentleman with a beautiful present of wedding
cakes for dear thankyou Chriesty and with grand funferall of poor Father
Michael don't forget unto life's & Muggy well how are you Maggy & hopes soon
to hear well & must now close it with fondest to the twoinns with four
crosskisses for holy paul holey comer holipoli whollyisland pee ess from
(locust may eat all but this sign shall they never) affectionate
largelooking tache of tch. The stain, and that a teastain (the
overcautelousness of the masterbilker here, as usual, signing the page
away), marked it off on the spout of the moment as a genuine relique of
ancient Irish pleasant pottery of that lydialike languishing class known as
a hurry-me-o'er-the-hazy.
Why then how?
Well, almost any photoist worth his chemicots will tip anyone asking
him the teaser that if a negative of a horse happens to melt enough while
drying, well, what you do get is, well, a positively grotesquely distorted
macromass of all sorts of horsehappy values and masses of meltwhile horse.
Tip. Well, this freely is what must have occurred to our missive (there's a
sod of a turb for you! please wisp off the grass!) unfilthed from the
boucher by the sagacity of a lookmelittle likemelong hen. Heated residence
in the heart of the orangeflavoured mudmound had partly obliterated the
negative to start with, causing some features palpably nearer your pecker to
be swollen up most grossly while the farther back we manage to wiggle the
more we need the loan of a lens to see as much as the hen saw. Tip.
You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy? You says: It is a
puling sample jungle of woods. You most shouts out: Bethicket me for a stump
of a beech if I have the poultriest notions what the farest he all means.
Gee up, girly! The quad gospellers may own the targum but any of the Zingari
shoolerim may pick a peck of kindlings yet from the sack of auld hensyne.
Lead, kindly fowl! They always did: ask the ages. What bird has done
yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it moult, be it hatch, be it
agreement in the nest. For her socioscientific sense is sound as a bell,
sir, her volucrine automutativeness right on normalcy: she knows, she just
feels she was kind of born to lay and love eggs (trust her to propagate the
species and hoosh her fluffballs safe through din and danger!); lastly but
mostly, in her genesic field it is all game and no gammon; she is ladylike
in everything she does and plays the gentleman's part every time. Let us
auspice it! Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age must return
with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible, Ague will be rejuvenated,
woman with her ridiculous white burden will reach by one step sublime
incubation, the manewanting human lioness with her dishorned discipular
manram will lie down together publicly flank upon fleece. No, assuredly,
they are not justified, those gloompourers who grouse that letters have
never been quite their old selves again since that weird weekday in bleak
Janiveer (yet how palmy date in a waste's oasis!) when to the shock of both,
Biddy Doran looked at literature.
And. She may be a mere marcella, this midget madgetcy, Misthress of
Arths. But. It is not a hear or say of some anomorous letter, signed Toga
Girilis, (teasy dear). We have a cop of her fist right against our nosibos.
We note the paper with her jotty young watermark: Notre Dame du Bon March .
And she has a heart of Arin! What lumililts as she fols with her
fallimineers and her nadianods. As a strow will shaw she does the wind
blague, recting to show the rudess of a robur curling and shewing the
fansaties of a frizette. But how many of her readers realise that she is not
out to dizzledazzle with a graith uncouthrement of postmantuam glasseries
from the lapins and the grigs. Nuttings on her wilelife! Grabar gooden
grandy for old almeanium adamologists like Dariaumaurius and
Zovotrimaserovmeravmerouvian; (dmzn!); she feel plain plate one flat fact
thing and if, lastways firdstwise, a man alones sine anyon anyons utharas
has no rates to done a kik at with anyon anakars about tutus milking fores
and the rereres on the outerrand asikin the tutus to be forrarder.
Thingcrooklyexineverypasturesixdixlikencehimaroundhersthemaggerbykinkinkankanwithdownmindlookingated.
Mesdaims, Marmouselles, Mescerfs! Silvapais! All schwants (schwrites) ischt
tell the cock's trootabout him. Kapak kapuk. No minzies matter. He had to
see life foully the plak and the smut, (schwrites). There were three men in
him (schwrites). Dancings (schwrites) was his only ttoo feebles. With apple
harlottes. And a little mollvogels. Spissially (schwrites) when they
peaches. Honeys wore camelia paints. Yours very truthful. Add dapple inn.
Yet is it but an old story, the tale of a Treestone with one Ysold, of a
Mons held by tentpegs and his pal whatholoosed on the run, what Cadman could
but Badman wouldn't, any Genoaman against any Venis, and why Kate takes
charge of the waxworks.
Let us now, weather, health, dangers, public orders and other
circumstances permitting, of perfectly convenient, if you police, after you,
policepolice, pardoning mein, ich beam so fresch, bey? drop this
jiggerypokery and talk straight turkey meet to mate, for while the ear, be
we mikealls or nicholists, may sometimes be inclined to believe others the
eye, whether browned or nolensed, find it devilish hard now and again even
to believe itself. Habes aures et num videbis? Habes oculos ac
mannepalpabuat? Tip ! Drawing nearer to take our slant at it (since after
all it has met with misfortune while all underground), let us see all there
may remain to be seen.
I am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and
jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear. You are a poorjoist,
unctuous to polise nopebobbies and tunnibelly soully when 'tis thime took
o'er home, gin. We cannot say aye to aye. We cannot smile noes from noes.
Still. One cannot help noticing that rather more than half of the lines run
north-south in the Nemzes and Bukarahast directions while the others go
west-east in search from Maliziies with Bulgarad for, tiny tot though it
looks when schtschupnistling alongside other incunabula,it has its cardinal
points for all that. These ruled barriers along which the traced words, run,
march, halt, walk, stumble at doubtful points, stumble up again in
comparative safety seem to have been drawn first of all in a pretty checker
with lampblack and blackthorn. Such crossing is antechristian of course, but
the use of the homeborn shillelagh as an aid to calligraphy shows a distinct
advance from savagery to barbarism. It is seriously believed by some that
the intention may have been geodetic, or, in the view of the cannier,
domestic economical. But by writing thithaways end to end and turning,
turning and end to end hithaways writing and with lines of litters
slittering up and louds of latters slettering down, the old semetomyplace
and jupetbackagain from tham Let Rise till Hum Lit. Sleep, where in the
waste is the wisdom?
Another point, in addition to the original sand, pounce powder,
drunkard paper or soft rag used (any vet or inhanger in ous sot's social can
see the seen for seemself, a wee ftofty od room, the cheery spluttered on
the one karrig, a darka disheen of voos from Dalbania, any gotsquantity of
racky, a portogal and some buk setting out on the sofer, you remember the
sort of softball sucker motru used to tell us when we were all biribiyas or
nippies and messas) it has acquired accretions of terricious matter whilst
loitering in the past. The teatimestained terminal (say not the tag, mummer,
or our show's a failure!) is a cosy little brown study all to oneself and,
whether it be thumbprint, mademark or just a poor trait of the artless, its
importance in establishing the identities in the writer complexus (for if
the hand was one, the minds of active and agitated were more than so) will
be best appreciated by never forgetting that both before and after the
battle of the Boyne it was a habit not to sign letters always. Tip. And it
is surely a lesser ignorance to write a word with every consonant too few
than to add all too many. The end? Say it with missiles then and thus
arabesque the page. You have your cup of scalding Souchong, your taper's
waxen drop, your cat's paw, the clove or coffinnail you chewed or champed as
you worded it, your lark in clear air. So why, pray, sign anything as long
as every word, letter, penstroke, paperspace is a perfect signature of its
own? A true friend is known much more easily, and better into the bargain,
by his personal touch, habits of full or undress, movements, response to
appeals for charity than by his footwear, say. And, speaking anent Tiberias
and other incestuish salacities among gerontophils, a word of warning about
the tenderloined passion hinted at. Some softnosed peruser might mayhem take
it up erogenously as the usual case of spoons, prostituta in herba plus
dinky pinks deliberatively summersaulting off her bisexycle, at the main
entrance of curate's perpetual soutane suit with her one to see and awoh!
who picks her up as gingerly as any balmbearer would to feel whereupon the
virgin was most hurt and nicely asking: whyre have you been so grace a
mauling and where were you chaste me child? Be who, farther potential? and
so wider but we grisly old Sykos who have done our unsmiling bit on 'alices,
when they were yung and easily freudened, in the penumbra of the procuring
room and what oracular comepression we have had apply to them! could (did we
care to sell our feebought silence in camera) tell our very moistnostrilled
one that father in such virgated contexts is not always that undemonstrative
relative (often held up to our contumacy) who settles our hashbill for us
and what an innocent allabroad's adverb such as Michaelly looks like can be
suggestive of under the pudendascope and, finally, what a neurasthene
nympholept, endocrine-pineal typus, of inverted parentage with a
prepossessing drauma present in her past and a priapic urge for congress
with agnates before cognates fundamentally is feeling for under her
lubricitous meiosis when she refers with liking to some feeler she fancie's
face. And Mm. We could. Yet what need to say? 'Tis as human a little story
as paper could well carry, in affect, as singsing so Salaman susuing to
swittvitles while as unbluffingly blurtubruskblunt as an Esra? the cat, the
cat's meeter, the meeter's cat's wife, the meeter's cat's wife's half
better, the meeter's cat's wife's half better's meeter, and so back to our
horses, for we also know, what we have perused from the pages of I Was A
Gemral, that Showting up of Bulsklivism by 'Schottenboum', that Father
Michael about this red time of the white terror equals the old regime and
Margaret is the social revolution while cakes mean the party funds and dear
thank you signifies national gratitude. In fine, we have heard, as it
happened, of Spartacus intercellular. We are not corknered yet,dead hand! We
can recall, with voluntears, the froggy jew, and sweeter far 'twere now
westhinks in Dumbil's fair city ere one more year is o'er. We tourned our
coasts to the good gay tunes. When from down swords the sea merged the
oldowth guns and answer made the bold O' Dwyer. But. Est modest in verbos.
Let a prostitute be whoso stands before a door and winks or parks herself in
the fornix near a makeussin wall (sinsin! sinsin!) and the curate one who
brings strong waters (gingin! gingin!), but also, and dinna forget, that
there is many asleeps between someathome's first and moreinausland's last
and that the beautiful presence of waiting kates will until life's (!) be
more than enough to make any milkmike in the language of sweet tarts punch
hell's hate into his twin nicky and that Maggy's tea, or your majesty, if
heard as a boost from a born gentleman is (?). For if the lingo gasped
between kicksheets, however basically English, were to be preached from the
mouths of wickerchurchwardens and metaphysicians in the row and advokaatoes,
allvoyous, demivoyelles, languoaths, lesbiels, dentelles, gutterhowls and
furtz, where would their practice be or where the human race itself were the
Pythagorean sesquipedalia of the panepistemion, however apically Volapucky,
grunted and gromwelled, ichabod, habakuk, opanoff, uggamyg, hapaxle,
gomenon, ppppfff, over country stiles, behind slated dwellinghouses, down
blind lanes, or, when all fruit fails, under some sacking left on a coarse
cart? So hath been, love: tis tis: and will be: till wears and tears and
ages. Thief us the night, steal we the air, shawl thiner liefest, mine!
Here, Ohere, insult the fair! Traitor, bad hearer, brave! The lightning
look, the birding cry, awe from the grave, everflowing on the times.
Feueragusaria iordenwater; now godsun shine on menday's daughter; a good
clap, a fore marriage, a bad wake, tell hell's well; such is manowife's lot
of lose and win again, like he's gruen quhiskers on who's chin again, she
plucketed them out but they grown in again. So what are you going to do
about it? O dear!
If juness she saved! Ah ho! And if yulone he pouved! The olold
stoliolum! From quiqui quinet to michemiche chelet and a jambebatiste to a
brulobrulo! It is told in sounds in utter that, in signs so adds to, in
universal, in polygluttural, in each auxiliary neutral idiom, sordomutics,
florilingua, sheltafocal, flayflutter, a con's cubane, a pro's tutute,
strassarab, ereperse and anythongue athall. Since nozzy Nanette tripped
palmyways with Highho Harry there's a spurtfire turf a'kind o'kindling when
oft as the souffsouff blows her peaties up and a claypot wet for thee, my
Sitys, and talkatalka tell Tibbs has eve: and whathough (revilous life
proving aye the death of ronaldses when winpower wine has bucked the kick on
poor won man) billiousness has been billiousness during milliums of
millenions and our mixed racings have been giving two hoots or three jeers
for the grape, vine and brew and Pieter's in Nieuw Amsteldam and Paoli's
where the poules go and rum smelt his end for him and he dined off sooth
american (it would give one the frier even were one a normal Kettlelicker)
this oldworld epistola of their weatherings and their marryings and their
buryings and their natural selections has combled tumbled down to us fersch
and made-at-all-hours like an ould cup on tay. As I was hottin me souser.
Haha! And as you was caldin your dutchy hovel. Hoho! She tole the tail or
her toon. Huhu!
Now, kapnimancy and infusionism may both fit as tight as two trivets
but while we in our wee free state, holding to that prestatute in our
charter, may have our irremovable doubts as to the whole sense of the lot,
the interpretation of any phrase in the whole, the meaning of every word of
a phrase so far deciphered out of it, however unfettered our Irish daily
independence, we must vaunt no idle dubiosity as to its genuine authorship
and holusbolus authoritativeness. And let us bringtheecease to beakerings on
that clink, olmond bottler! On the face of it, to volt back to our desultory
horses, and for your roughshod mind, bafflelost bull, the affair is a thing
once for all done and there you are somewhere and finished in a certain
time, be it a day or a year or even supposing, it should eventually turn out
to be a serial number of goodness gracious alone knows how many days or
years. Anyhow, somehow and somewhere, before the bookflood or after her ebb,
somebody mentioned by name in his telephone directory, Coccolanius or
Gallotaurus, wrote it, wrote it all, wrote it all down, and there you are,
full stop. O, undoubtedly yes, and very potably so, but one who deeper
thinks will always bear in the baccbuccus of his mind that this downright
there you are and there it is is only all in his eye. Why?
Because, Soferim Bebel, if it goes to that, (and dormerwindow gossip
will cry it from the housetops no surelier than the writing on the wall will
hue it to the mod of men that mote in the main street) every person, place
and thing in the chaosmos of Alle anyway connected with the gobblydumped
turkery was moving and changing every part of the time: the travelling
inkhorn (possibly pot), the hare and turtle pen and paper, the continually
more and less intermisunderstanding minds of the anticollaborators, the as
time went on as it will variously inflected, differently pronounced,
otherwise spelled, changeably meaning vocable scriptsigns. No, so holp me
Petault, it is not a miseffectual whyacinthinous riot of blots and blurs and
bars and balls and hoops and wriggles and juxtaposed jottings linked by
spurts of speed: it only looks as like it as damn it; and, sure, we ought
really to rest thankful that at this deleteful hour of dungflies dawning we
have even a written on with dried ink scrap of paper at all to show for
ourselves, tare it or leaf it, (and we are lufted to ourselves as the
soulfisher when he led the cat out of the bout) after all that we lost and
plundered of it even to the hidmost coignings of the earth and all it has
gone through and by all means, after a good ground kiss to Terracussa and
for wars luck our lefftoff's flung over our home homoplate, cling to it as
with drowning hands, hoping against hope all the while that, by the light of
philophosy, (and may she never folsage us!) things will begin to clear up a
bit one way or another within the next quarrel of an hour and be hanged to
them as ten to one they will too, please the pigs, as they ought to
categorically, as, stricly between ourselves,there is a limit to all things
so this will never do.
For, with that farmfrow's foul flair for that flayfell foxfetor, (the
calamite's columitas calling for calamitous calamitance) who that
scrutinising marvels at those indignant whiplooplashes; those so prudently
bolted or blocked rounds; the touching reminiscence of an incompletet trail
or dropped final; a round thousand whirligig glorioles, prefaced by (alas!)
now illegible airy plumeflights, all tiberiously ambiembellishing the
initials majuscule of Earwicker: the meant to be baffling chrismon trilithon
sign ~Tl, finally called after some his hes hecitency Hec,which, moved
contrawatchwise, represents his title in sigla as the smaller ч, fontly
called following a certain change of state of grace of nature alp or delta,
when single, stands for or tautologically stands beside the consort: (though
for that matter, since we have heard from Cathay cyrcles how the hen is not
mirely a tick or two after the first fifth fourth of the second eighth
twelfth -- siangchang hongkong sansheneul -- but yirely the other and
thirtieth of the ninth from the twentieth, our own vulgar 432 and 1132
irrespectively, why not take the former for a village inn, the latter for an
upsidown bridge, a multiplication marking for crossroads ahead, which you
like pothook for the family gibbet, their old fourwheedler for the bucker's
field, a tea anyway for a tryst someday, and his onesidemissing for an
allblind alley leading to an Irish plot in the Champ de Mors, not?) the
steady monologuy of the interiors; the pardonable confusion for which some
blame the cudgel and more blame the soot but unthanks to which the pees with
their caps awry are quite as often as not taken for kews with their tails in
their or are quite as often as not taken for pews with their tails in their
mouths, thence your pristopher polombos, hence our Kat Kresbyterians; the
curt witty wotty dashes never quite just right at the trim trite truth
letter; the sudden spluttered petulance of some capItalIsed Middle; a word
as cunningly hidden in its maze of confused drapery as a fieldmouse in a
nest of coloured ribbons: that absurdly bullsfooted bee declaring with an
even plainer dummpshow than does the mute commoner with us how hard a thing
it is to mpe mporn a gentlerman: and look at this prepronominal funferal,
engraved and retouched and edgewiped and puddenpadded,very like a whale's
egg farced with pemmican,as were it sentenced to be nuzzled over a full
trillion times for ever and a night till his noddle sink or swim by that
ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia: all those red raddled obeli
cayennepeppercast over the text, calling unnecessary attention to errors,
omissions, repetitions and misalignments: that (probably local or personal)
variant maggers for the more generally accepted majesty which is but a
trifle and yet may quietly amuse: those superciliouslooking crisscrossed
Greek ees awkwardlike perched there and here out of date like sick owls
hawked back to Athens: and the geegees too, jesuistically formed at first
but afterwards genuflected aggrily toewards the occident: the Ostrogothic
kakography affected for certain phrases of Etruscan stabletalk and, in
short, the learning betrayed at almost every line's end: the headstrength
(at least eleven men of thirtytwo palfrycraft) revealed by a constant labour
to make a ghimel pass through the eye of an iota: this, for instance,
utterly unexpected sinistrogyric return to one peculiar sore point in the
past; those throne open doubleyous (of an early muddy terranean origin
whether man chooses to damn them agglutinatively loo -- too -- blue -- face
-- ache or illvoodawpeehole or, kants koorts, topplefouls) seated with such
floprightdown determination and reminding uus ineluctably of nature at her
naturalest while that fretful fidget eff, the hornful digamma of your
bornabarbar, rarely heard now save when falling from the unfashionable
lipsus of some hetarosexual (used always in two boldfaced print types -- one
of them as wrongheaded as his Claudian brother, is it worth while
interrupting to say?-- throughout the papyrus as the revise mark) stalks all
over the page broods ~~~ sensationseeking an idea, amid the verbiage, gaunt,
stands dejectedly in the diapered window margin, with its basque of
bayleaves all aflutter about its forksfrogs, paces with a frown, jerking to
and fro, flinging phrases here, there, or returns inhibited, with some
half-halted suggestion, F, dragging its shoestring; the curious warning sign
before our protoparent's ipsissima verba (a very pure nondescript, by the
way, sometimes a palmtailed otter, more often the arbutus fruitflowerleaf of
the cainapple) which paleographers call a leak in the thatch or the aranman
ingperwhis through the hole of his hat, indicating that the words which
follow may be taken in any order desired, hole of Aran man the hat through
the whispering his ho (here keen again and begin again to make soundsense
and sensesound kin again); those haughtypitched disdotted aiches easily of
the rariest inasdroll as most of the jaywalking eyes we do plough into
halve, unconnected, principial, medial or final, always jims in the jam,
sahib, as pipless as threadworms: the innocent exhibitionism of those frank
yet capricious underlinings: that strange exotic serpentine, since so
properly banished from our scripture, about as freakwing a wetterhand now as
to see a rightheaded ladywhite don a corkhorse, which, in its invincible
insolence ever longer more and of more morosity, seems to uncoil spirally
and swell lacertinelazily before our eyes under pressure of the writer's
hand; the ungainly musicianlessness so painted in sculpting selfsounder ah
ha as blackartful as a podatus and dumbfounder oh ho oaproariose as ten
canons in skelterfugue: the studious omission of year number and era name
from the date, the one and only time when our copyist seems at least to have
grasped the beauty of restraint; the lubricitous conjugation of the last
with the first: the gipsy mating of a grand stylish gravedigging with
secondbest buns (an interpolation: these munchables occur only in the
Bootherbrowth family of MSS., Bb -- Cod IV, Pap II, Brek XI, Lun III, Dinn
XVII, Sup XXX, Fullup M D C X C: the scholiast has hungrily misheard a
deadman's toller as a muffinbell): the four shortened ampersands under which
we can glypse at and feel for ourselves across all those rushyears the warm
soft short pants of the quickscribbler: the vocative lapse from which it
begins and the accusative hole in which it ends itself; the aphasia of that
heroic agony of recalling a once loved number leading slip by slipper to a
general amnesia of misnomering one's own: next those ars, rrrr! those ars
all bellical, the highpriest's hieroglyph of kettletom and oddsbones,
wrasted redhandedly from our hallowed rubric prayer for truce with booty,
O'Remus pro Romulo, and rudely from the fane's pinnacle tossed down by
porter to within an aim's ace of their quatrain of rubyjets among Those Who
arse without the Temple nor since Roe's Distillery burn'd have quaff'd
Night's firefill'd Cup But jig jog jug as Day the Dicebox Throws, whang,
loyal six I lead, out wi'yer heart's bluid, blast ye, and there she's for
you, sir, whang her, the fine ooman, rouge to her lobster locks, the rossy,
whang, God and O'Mara has it with his ruddy old Villain Rufus, wait, whang,
God and you're another he hasn't for there's my spoil five of spuds's
trumps, whang, whack on his pigsking's Kisser for him, K.M. O'Mara where are
you?; then (coming over to the left aisle corner down) the cruciform
postscript from which three basia or shorter and smaller oscula have been
overcarefully scraped away, plainly inspiring the tenebrous Tunc page of the
Book of Kells (and then it need not be lost sight of that there are exactly
three squads of candidates for the crucian rose awaiting their turn in the
marginal panels of Columkiller, chugged in their three ballotboxes, then set
apart for such hanging committees, where two was enough for anyone, starting
with old Matthew himself, as he with great distinction said then just as
since then people speaking have fallen into the custom, when speaking to a
person, of saying two is company when the third person is the person darkly
spoken of, and then that last labiolingual basium might be read as a suavium
if whoever the embracer then was wrote with a tongue in his (or perhaps her)
cheek as the case may have been then) and the fatal droopadwindle slope of
the blamed scrawl, a sure sign of imperfectible moral blindness; the
toomuchness, the fartoomanyness of all those fourlegged ems: and why spell
dear god with a big thick dhee (why, O why, O why?): the cut and dry aks and
wise form of the semifinal; and, eighteenthly or twentyfourthly, but at
least, thank Maurice, lastly when all is zed and done, the penelopean
patience of its last paraphe, a colophon of no fewer than seven hundred and
thirtytwo strokes tailed by a leaping lasso-- who thus at all this
marvelling but will press on hotly to see the vaulting feminine libido of
those interbranching ogham sex upandinsweeps sternly controlled and easily
repersuaded by the uniform matteroffactness of a meandering male fist?
Duff-Muggli, who now may be quoted by very kind arrangement (his
dectroscophonious photosensition under suprasonic light control may be
logged for by our none too distant futures as soon astone values can be
turned out from Chromophilomos, Limited at a millicentime the microamp),
first called this kind of paddygoeasy partnership the ulykkhean or
tetrachiric or quadrumane or ducks and drakes or debts and dishes perplex
(v. Some Forestallings over that Studium of Sexophonologistic
Schizophrenesis, vol. xxiv, pp. 2-555) after the wellinformed observation,
made miles apart from the Master by Tung-Toyd (cf. Later Frustrations
amengst the Neomugglian Teachings abaft the Semiunconscience, passim) that
in the case of the littleknown periplic bestteller popularly associated with
the names of the wretched mariner (trianforan deffwedoff our plumsucked
pattern shapekeeper) a Punic admiralty report, From MacPerson's Oshean Round
By the Tides of Jason's Cruise, had been cleverly capsized and saucily
republished as a dodecanesian baedeker of the everytale-a-treat-in-itself
variety which could hope satisfactorily to tickle me gander as game as your
goose.
The unmistaken identity of the persons in the Tiberiast duplex came to
light in the most devious of ways. The original document was in what is
known as Hanno O'Nonhanno's unbrookable script, that is to say, it showed no
signs of punctuation of any sort. Yet on holding the verso against a lit
rush this new book of Morses responded most remarkably to the silent query
of our world's oldest light and its recto let out the piquant fact that it
was but pierced butnot punctured (in the university sense of the term) by
numerous stabs and foliated gashes made by a pronged instrument. These paper
wounds, four in type, were gradually and correctly understood to mean stop,
please stop, do please stop, and O do please stop respectively, and
following up their one true clue, the circumflexuous wall of a singleminded
men's asylum, accentuated by bi tso fb rok engl a ssan dspl itch ina, --
Yard inquiries pointed out ч that they ad bin "provoked" ay ч fork, of ...
grave Brof sor; ...th 's Br ak -- fast -- table; ; ac--tely prof ssionally
piqu d, to = introd--ce a notion of time [--pon ... plane (?) s-- ' '
f... 'e'] by p--nct! ingh oles (sic) in Ispace?! Deeply religious by nature
and position, and warmly attached to Thee, and smearbread and better and Him
and newlaidills, it was rightly suspected that such ire could not have been
visited by him Brotfressor Prenderguest even underwittingly, upon the
ancestral pneuma of one whom, with rheuma, he venerated shamelessly at least
once a week at Cockspur Common as his apple in his eye and her first boys'
best friend and, though plain English for a married lady misled heaps by the
way, yet when some peerer or peeress detected that the fourleaved shamrock
or quadrifoil jab was more recurrent wherever the script was clear and the
term terse and that these two were the selfsame spots naturally selected for
her perforations by Dame Partlet on her dungheap, thinkers all put grown in
waterungspillfull Pratiland only and a playful fowl and musical me and not
you in any case, two and two together, and, with a swarm of bisses
honeyhunting after, a sigh for shyme (O, the pettybonny rouge!) separated
modest mouths. So be it. And it was. The lettermaking of the explots of
Fjorgn Camhelsson when he was in the Kvinnes country with Soldru's men. With
acknowledgment of our fervour of the first instant he remains years most
fainfully. For postscrapt see spoils. Though not yet had the sailor sipped
that sup nor the humphar foamed to the fill. And fox and geese still kept
the peace around L'Auberge du Pere Adam.
Small need after that, old Jeromesolem, old Huffsnuff, old Andycox, old
Olecasandrum, for quizzing your weekenders come to the R.Q. with: shoots off
in a hiss, muddles up in a mussmass and his whole's a dismantled
noondrunkard's son. Howbeit we heard not a son of sons to leave by him to
oceanic society in his old man without a thing in his ignorance, Tulko
MacHooley. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other
time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing
out of one desire into its fellow. The daughters are after going and loojing
for him, Torba's nicelookers of the fair neck. Wanted for millinary servance
to olderly's person by the Totty Askinses. Formelly confounded with amother.
Maybe growing a moustache, did you say, with an adorable look of amuzement?
And uses noclass billiardhalls with an upandown ladder? Not Hans the Curier
though had he had have only had some little laughings and some less of
cheeks and were he not so warried by his bulb of persecussion he could have,
ay, and would have, as true as Essex bridge. And not Gopheph go gossip, I
declare to man! Noe! To all's much relief one's half hypothesis of that
jabberjaw ape amok the showering jestnuts of Bruisanose was hotly dropped
and his room taken up by that odious and still today insufficiently
malestimated notesnatcher (kak, pfooi, bosh and fiety, much earny, Gus,
poteen? Sez you!) Shem the Penman.
So?
Who do you no tonigh, lazy and gentleman?
The echo is where in the back of the wodes; callhim forth!
(Shaun Mac Irewick, briefdragger, for the concern of Messrs Jhon
Jhamieson and Song, rated one hundrick and thin per storehundred on this
nightly quisquiquock of the twelve apostrophes, set by Jockit Mic Ereweak.
He misunderstruck and aim for am ollo of number three of them and left his
free natural ripostes to four of them in their own fine artful disorder.)
I. What secondtonone myther rector and maximost bridgesmaker was the
first to rise taller through his beanstale than the bluegum buaboababbaun or
the giganteous Wellingtonia Sequoia; went nudiboots with trouters into a
liffeyette when she was barely in her tricklies; was well known to claud a
conciliation cap onto the esker of his hooth; sports a chainganger's albert
solemenly over his hullender's epulence; thought he weighed a new ton when
there felled his first lapapple; gave the heinousness of choice to
everyknight betwixt yesterdicks and twomaries; had sevenal
successivecoloured serebanmaids on the same big white drawringroam horthrug;
is a Willbeforce to this hour at house as he was in heather; pumped the
catholick wartrey and shocked the prodestung boyne; killed his own hungery
self in anger as a young man; found fodder for five when allmarken rose
goflooded; with Hirish tutores Cornish made easy; voucher of rotables, toll
of the road; bred manyheaded stepsons for one leapyourown taughter; is too
funny for a fish and has too much outside for an insect; like a heptagon
crystal emprisoms trues and fauss for us; is infinite swell in unfitting
induments; once was he shovelled and once was he arsoned and once was he
Chops Eads, Abbrace of Umbellas or a Tripple of Caines, Buttbutterbust, From
the Manorlord Hoved to the Misses O'Mollies and from the Dames to their
Sames, Manyfestoons for the Colleagues on the Green, An Outstanding Back and
an Excellent Halfcentre if Called on, As Tree is Quick and Stone is White So
ts My Washing Done by Night, First and Last Only True Account au about the
Honorary Mirsu Earwicker, L.S.D., and the Snake (Nuggets!) by a Woman of the
World who only can Tell Naked Truths about a Dear Man and all his
Conspirators how they all Tried to Fall him Putting it all around Lucalizod
about Privates Earwicker and a Pair of Sloppy Sluts plainly Showing all the
Unmentionability falsely Accusing about the Raincoats.
The proteiform graph itself is a polyhedron of scripture. There was a
time when naif alphabetters would have written it down the tracing of a
purely deliquescent recidivist, possibly ambidextrous, snubnosed probably
and presenting a strangely profound rainbowl in his (or her) occiput. To the
hardily curiosing entomophilust then it has shown a very sexmosaic of
nymphosis in which the eternal chimerahunter Oriolopos, now frond of sugars,
then lief of saults, the sensory crowd in his belly coupled with an eye for
the goods trooth bewilderblissed by their night effluvia with guns like
drums and fondlers like forceps persequestellates his vanessas from flore to
flore. Somehows this sounds like the purest kidooleyoon wherein our
madernacerution of lour lore is rich. All's so herou from us him in a
kitchernott darkness, by hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till
Zerogh hour like pou owl giaours as we are would we salve aught of moments
for our aysore today. Amousin though not but. Closer inspection of the
bordereau would reveal a multiplicity of personalities inflicted on the
documents or document and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be
made by anyone unwary enough before any suitable occasion for it or them had
so far managed to happen along. In fact, under the closed eyes of the
inspectors the traits featuring the chiaroscuro coalesce, their
contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody similarly as by the
providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of dramdrinker
against freethinker our social something bowls along bumpily, experiencing a
jolting series of prearranged disappointments, down the long lane of (it's
as semper as oxhousehumper! generations, more generations and still more
generations.
Say, baroun lousadoor, who in hallhagal wrote the durn thing anyhow?
Erect, beseated, mountback, against a partywall, below freezigrade, by the
use of quill or style, with turbid or pellucid mind, accompanied or the
reverse by mastication, interrupted by visit of seer to scribe or of scribe
to site, atwixt two showers or atosst of a trike, rained upon or blown
around, by a rightdown regular racer from the soil or by a too pained
whittlewit laden with the loot of learning?
Now, patience; and remember patience is the great thing, and above all
things else we must avoid anything like being or becoming out of patience. A
good plan used by worried business folk who may not have had many momentums
to master Kung's doctrine of the meang or the propriety codestruces of
Carprimustimus is just to think of all the sinking fund of patience
possessed in their conjoint names by both brothers Bruce with whom are
incorporated their Scotch spider and Elberfeld's Calculating Horses. If
after years upon years of delving in ditches dark one tubthumper more than
others, Kinihoun or Kahanan, giardarner or mear measenmanonger, has got up
for the darnall same purpose of reassuring us with all the barbar of the
Carrageehouse that our great ascendant was properly speaking three syllables
less than his own surname (yes, yes, less!), that the ear of Fionn Earwicker
aforetime was the trademark of a broadcaster with wicker local jargon for an
ace's patent (Hear! Calls! Everywhair!) then as to this radiooscillating
epiepistle to which, cotton, silk or samite, kohol, gall or brickdust, we
must ceaselessly return, whereabouts exactly at present in Siam, Hell or
Tophet under that glorisol which plays touraloup with us in this Aludin's
Cove of our cagacity is that bright soandsuch to slip us the dinkum oil?
Naysayers we know. To conclude purely negatively from the positive
absence of political odia and monetary requests that its page cannot ever
have been a penproduct of a man or woman of that period or those parts is
only one more unlookedfor conclusion leaped at, being tantamount to
inferring from the nonpresence of inverted commas (sometimes called
quotation marks) on any page that its author was always constitutionally
incapable of misappropriating the spoken words of others.
Luckily there is another cant to the questy. Has any fellow, of the
dime a dozen type, it might with some profit some dull evening quietly be
hinted--has any usual sort of ornery josser, flatchested fortyish, faintly
flatulent and given to ratiocination by syncopation in the elucidation of
complications,of his greatest Fung Yang dynasdescendanced,only another the
son of, in fact, ever looked sufficiently longly at a quite everydaylooking
stamped addressed envelope? Admittedly it is an outer husk: its face, in all
its featureful perfection of imperfection, is its fortune: it exhibits only
the civil or military clothing of whatever passionpallid nudity or
plaguepurple nakedness may happen to tuck itself under its flap. Yet to
concentrate solely on the literal sense or even the psychological content of
any document to the sore neglect of the enveloping facts themselves
circumstantiating it is just as hurtful to sound sense (and let it be added
to the truest taste) as were some fellow in the act of perhaps getting an
intro from another fellow turning out to be a friend in need of his, say, to
a lady of the latter's acquaintance, engaged in performing the elaborative
antecistral ceremony of upstheres, straightaway to run off and vision her
plump and plain in her natural altogether, preferring to close his
blinkhard's eyes to the ethiquethical fact that she was, after all, wearing
for the space of the time being some definite articles of evolutionary
clothing, inharmonious creations, a captious critic might describe them as,
or not strictly necessary or a trifle irritating here and there, but for all
that suddenly full of local colour and personal perfume and suggestive, too,
of so very much more and capable of being stretched, filled out, if need or
wish were, of having their surprisingly like coincidental parts separated
don't they now, for better survey by the deft hand of an expert, don't you
know? Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? Or that
one may be separated from the other? Or that both may then be contemplated
simultaneously? Or that each may be taken up and considered in turn apart
from the other?
Here let a few artifacts fend in their own favour. The river felt she
wanted salt. That was just where Brien came in. The country asked for
bearspaw for dindin! And boundin aboundin it got it surly. We who live under
heaven, we of the clovery kingdom, we middlesins people have often watched
the sky overreaching the land. We suddenly have. Our isle is Sainge. The
place. That stern chuckler Mayhappy Mayhapnot, once said to repeation in
that lutran conservatory way of his that Isitachapel-Asitalukin was the one
place, ult aut nult, in this madh vaal of tares (whose verdhure's yellowed
therever Phaiton parks his car while its tamelised tay is the drame of
Drainophilias) where the possible was the improbable and the improbable the
inevitable. If the proverbial bishop of our holy and undivided with this me
ken or no me ken Zot is the Quiztune havvermashed had his twoe nails on the
head we are in for a sequentiality of improbable possibles though possibly
nobody after having grubbed up a lock of cwold cworn aboove his subject
probably in Harrystotalies or the vivle will go out of his way to applaud
him on the onboiassed back of his remark for utterly impossible as are all
these events they are probably as like those which may have taken place as
any others which never took person at all are ever likely to be. Ahahn!
About that original hen. Midwinter (fruur or kuur?) was in the offing
and Premver a promise of a pril when, as kischabrigies sang life's old
sahatsong, an iceclad shiverer, merest of bantlings observed a cold fowl
behaviourising strangely on that fatal midden or chip factory or
comicalbottomed copsjute (dump for short) afterwards changed into the
orangery when in the course of deeper demolition unexpectedly one bushman's
holiday its limon threw up a few spontaneous fragments of orangepeel, the
last remains of an outdoor meal by some unknown sunseeker or placehider
illico way back in his mistridden past. What child of a strandlooper but
keepy little Kevin in the despondful surrounding of such sneezing cold would
ever have trouved up on a strate that was called strete a motive for future
saintity by euchring the finding of the Ardagh chalice by another heily
innocent and beachwalker whilst trying with pious clamour to wheedle
Tipperaw raw raw reeraw puteters out of Now Sealand in spignt of the
patchpurple of the massacre, a dual a duel to die to day, goddam and biggod,
sticks and stanks, of most of the Jacobiters.
The bird in the case was Belinda of the Dorans,a more than
quinquegintarian (Terziis prize with Serni medal, Cheepalizzy's Hane
Exposition) and what she was scratching at the hour of klokking twelve
looked for all this zogzag world like a goodishsized sheet of letterpaper
originating by transhipt from Boston (Mass.) of the last of the first to
Dear whom it proceded to mention Maggy well & allathome's health well only
the hate turned the mild on the van Houtens and the general's elections with
a lovely face of some born gentleman with a beautiful present of wedding
cakes for dear thankyou Chriesty and with grand funferall of poor Father
Michael don't forget unto life's & Muggy well how are you Maggy & hopes soon
to hear well & must now close it with fondest to the twoinns with four
crosskisses for holy paul holey comer holipoli whollyisland pee ess from
(locust may eat all but this sign shall they never) affectionate
largelooking tache of tch. The stain, and that a teastain (the
overcautelousness of the masterbilker here, as usual, signing the page
away), marked it off on the spout of the moment as a genuine relique of
ancient Irish pleasant pottery of that lydialike languishing class known as
a hurry-me-o'er-the-hazy.
Why then how?
Well, almost any photoist worth his chemicots will tip anyone asking
him the teaser that if a negative of a horse happens to melt enough while
drying, well, what you do get is, well, a positively grotesquely distorted
macromass of all sorts of horsehappy values and masses of meltwhile horse.
Tip. Well, this freely is what must have occurred to our missive (there's a
sod of a turb for you! please wisp off the grass!) unfilthed from the
boucher by the sagacity of a lookmelittle likemelong hen. Heated residence
in the heart of the orangeflavoured mudmound had partly obliterated the
negative to start with, causing some features palpably nearer your pecker to
be swollen up most grossly while the farther back we manage to wiggle the
more we need the loan of a lens to see as much as the hen saw. Tip.
You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy? You says: It is a
puling sample jungle of woods. You most shouts out: Bethicket me for a stump
of a beech if I have the poultriest notions what the farest he all means.
Gee up, girly! The quad gospellers may own the targum but any of the Zingari
shoolerim may pick a peck of kindlings yet from the sack of auld hensyne.
Lead, kindly fowl! They always did: ask the ages. What bird has done
yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it moult, be it hatch, be it
agreement in the nest. For her socioscientific sense is sound as a bell,
sir, her volucrine automutativeness right on normalcy: she knows, she just
feels she was kind of born to lay and love eggs (trust her to propagate the
species and hoosh her fluffballs safe through din and danger!); lastly but
mostly, in her genesic field it is all game and no gammon; she is ladylike
in everything she does and plays the gentleman's part every time. Let us
auspice it! Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age must return
with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible, Ague will be rejuvenated,
woman with her ridiculous white burden will reach by one step sublime
incubation, the manewanting human lioness with her dishorned discipular
manram will lie down together publicly flank upon fleece. No, assuredly,
they are not justified, those gloompourers who grouse that letters have
never been quite their old selves again since that weird weekday in bleak
Janiveer (yet how palmy date in a waste's oasis!) when to the shock of both,
Biddy Doran looked at literature.
And. She may be a mere marcella, this midget madgetcy, Misthress of
Arths. But. It is not a hear or say of some anomorous letter, signed Toga
Girilis, (teasy dear). We have a cop of her fist right against our nosibos.
We note the paper with her jotty young watermark: Notre Dame du Bon March .
And she has a heart of Arin! What lumililts as she fols with her
fallimineers and her nadianods. As a strow will shaw she does the wind
blague, recting to show the rudess of a robur curling and shewing the
fansaties of a frizette. But how many of her readers realise that she is not
out to dizzledazzle with a graith uncouthrement of postmantuam glasseries
from the lapins and the grigs. Nuttings on her wilelife! Grabar gooden
grandy for old almeanium adamologists like Dariaumaurius and
Zovotrimaserovmeravmerouvian; (dmzn!); she feel plain plate one flat fact
thing and if, lastways firdstwise, a man alones sine anyon anyons utharas
has no rates to done a kik at with anyon anakars about tutus milking fores
and the rereres on the outerrand asikin the tutus to be forrarder.
Thingcrooklyexineverypasturesixdixlikencehimaroundhersthemaggerbykinkinkankanwithdownmindlookingated.
Mesdaims, Marmouselles, Mescerfs! Silvapais! All schwants (schwrites) ischt
tell the cock's trootabout him. Kapak kapuk. No minzies matter. He had to
see life foully the plak and the smut, (schwrites). There were three men in
him (schwrites). Dancings (schwrites) was his only ttoo feebles. With apple
harlottes. And a little mollvogels. Spissially (schwrites) when they
peaches. Honeys wore camelia paints. Yours very truthful. Add dapple inn.
Yet is it but an old story, the tale of a Treestone with one Ysold, of a
Mons held by tentpegs and his pal whatholoosed on the run, what Cadman could
but Badman wouldn't, any Genoaman against any Venis, and why Kate takes
charge of the waxworks.
Let us now, weather, health, dangers, public orders and other
circumstances permitting, of perfectly convenient, if you police, after you,
policepolice, pardoning mein, ich beam so fresch, bey? drop this
jiggerypokery and talk straight turkey meet to mate, for while the ear, be
we mikealls or nicholists, may sometimes be inclined to believe others the
eye, whether browned or nolensed, find it devilish hard now and again even
to believe itself. Habes aures et num videbis? Habes oculos ac
mannepalpabuat? Tip ! Drawing nearer to take our slant at it (since after
all it has met with misfortune while all underground), let us see all there
may remain to be seen.
I am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and
jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear. You are a poorjoist,
unctuous to polise nopebobbies and tunnibelly soully when 'tis thime took
o'er home, gin. We cannot say aye to aye. We cannot smile noes from noes.
Still. One cannot help noticing that rather more than half of the lines run
north-south in the Nemzes and Bukarahast directions while the others go
west-east in search from Maliziies with Bulgarad for, tiny tot though it
looks when schtschupnistling alongside other incunabula,it has its cardinal
points for all that. These ruled barriers along which the traced words, run,
march, halt, walk, stumble at doubtful points, stumble up again in
comparative safety seem to have been drawn first of all in a pretty checker
with lampblack and blackthorn. Such crossing is antechristian of course, but
the use of the homeborn shillelagh as an aid to calligraphy shows a distinct
advance from savagery to barbarism. It is seriously believed by some that
the intention may have been geodetic, or, in the view of the cannier,
domestic economical. But by writing thithaways end to end and turning,
turning and end to end hithaways writing and with lines of litters
slittering up and louds of latters slettering down, the old semetomyplace
and jupetbackagain from tham Let Rise till Hum Lit. Sleep, where in the
waste is the wisdom?
Another point, in addition to the original sand, pounce powder,
drunkard paper or soft rag used (any vet or inhanger in ous sot's social can
see the seen for seemself, a wee ftofty od room, the cheery spluttered on
the one karrig, a darka disheen of voos from Dalbania, any gotsquantity of
racky, a portogal and some buk setting out on the sofer, you remember the
sort of softball sucker motru used to tell us when we were all biribiyas or
nippies and messas) it has acquired accretions of terricious matter whilst
loitering in the past. The teatimestained terminal (say not the tag, mummer,
or our show's a failure!) is a cosy little brown study all to oneself and,
whether it be thumbprint, mademark or just a poor trait of the artless, its
importance in establishing the identities in the writer complexus (for if
the hand was one, the minds of active and agitated were more than so) will
be best appreciated by never forgetting that both before and after the
battle of the Boyne it was a habit not to sign letters always. Tip. And it
is surely a lesser ignorance to write a word with every consonant too few
than to add all too many. The end? Say it with missiles then and thus
arabesque the page. You have your cup of scalding Souchong, your taper's
waxen drop, your cat's paw, the clove or coffinnail you chewed or champed as
you worded it, your lark in clear air. So why, pray, sign anything as long
as every word, letter, penstroke, paperspace is a perfect signature of its
own? A true friend is known much more easily, and better into the bargain,
by his personal touch, habits of full or undress, movements, response to
appeals for charity than by his footwear, say. And, speaking anent Tiberias
and other incestuish salacities among gerontophils, a word of warning about
the tenderloined passion hinted at. Some softnosed peruser might mayhem take
it up erogenously as the usual case of spoons, prostituta in herba plus
dinky pinks deliberatively summersaulting off her bisexycle, at the main
entrance of curate's perpetual soutane suit with her one to see and awoh!
who picks her up as gingerly as any balmbearer would to feel whereupon the
virgin was most hurt and nicely asking: whyre have you been so grace a
mauling and where were you chaste me child? Be who, farther potential? and
so wider but we grisly old Sykos who have done our unsmiling bit on 'alices,
when they were yung and easily freudened, in the penumbra of the procuring
room and what oracular comepression we have had apply to them! could (did we
care to sell our feebought silence in camera) tell our very moistnostrilled
one that father in such virgated contexts is not always that undemonstrative
relative (often held up to our contumacy) who settles our hashbill for us
and what an innocent allabroad's adverb such as Michaelly looks like can be
suggestive of under the pudendascope and, finally, what a neurasthene
nympholept, endocrine-pineal typus, of inverted parentage with a
prepossessing drauma present in her past and a priapic urge for congress
with agnates before cognates fundamentally is feeling for under her
lubricitous meiosis when she refers with liking to some feeler she fancie's
face. And Mm. We could. Yet what need to say? 'Tis as human a little story
as paper could well carry, in affect, as singsing so Salaman susuing to
swittvitles while as unbluffingly blurtubruskblunt as an Esra? the cat, the
cat's meeter, the meeter's cat's wife, the meeter's cat's wife's half
better, the meeter's cat's wife's half better's meeter, and so back to our
horses, for we also know, what we have perused from the pages of I Was A
Gemral, that Showting up of Bulsklivism by 'Schottenboum', that Father
Michael about this red time of the white terror equals the old regime and
Margaret is the social revolution while cakes mean the party funds and dear
thank you signifies national gratitude. In fine, we have heard, as it
happened, of Spartacus intercellular. We are not corknered yet,dead hand! We
can recall, with voluntears, the froggy jew, and sweeter far 'twere now
westhinks in Dumbil's fair city ere one more year is o'er. We tourned our
coasts to the good gay tunes. When from down swords the sea merged the
oldowth guns and answer made the bold O' Dwyer. But. Est modest in verbos.
Let a prostitute be whoso stands before a door and winks or parks herself in
the fornix near a makeussin wall (sinsin! sinsin!) and the curate one who
brings strong waters (gingin! gingin!), but also, and dinna forget, that
there is many asleeps between someathome's first and moreinausland's last
and that the beautiful presence of waiting kates will until life's (!) be
more than enough to make any milkmike in the language of sweet tarts punch
hell's hate into his twin nicky and that Maggy's tea, or your majesty, if
heard as a boost from a born gentleman is (?). For if the lingo gasped
between kicksheets, however basically English, were to be preached from the
mouths of wickerchurchwardens and metaphysicians in the row and advokaatoes,
allvoyous, demivoyelles, languoaths, lesbiels, dentelles, gutterhowls and
furtz, where would their practice be or where the human race itself were the
Pythagorean sesquipedalia of the panepistemion, however apically Volapucky,
grunted and gromwelled, ichabod, habakuk, opanoff, uggamyg, hapaxle,
gomenon, ppppfff, over country stiles, behind slated dwellinghouses, down
blind lanes, or, when all fruit fails, under some sacking left on a coarse
cart? So hath been, love: tis tis: and will be: till wears and tears and
ages. Thief us the night, steal we the air, shawl thiner liefest, mine!
Here, Ohere, insult the fair! Traitor, bad hearer, brave! The lightning
look, the birding cry, awe from the grave, everflowing on the times.
Feueragusaria iordenwater; now godsun shine on menday's daughter; a good
clap, a fore marriage, a bad wake, tell hell's well; such is manowife's lot
of lose and win again, like he's gruen quhiskers on who's chin again, she
plucketed them out but they grown in again. So what are you going to do
about it? O dear!
If juness she saved! Ah ho! And if yulone he pouved! The olold
stoliolum! From quiqui quinet to michemiche chelet and a jambebatiste to a
brulobrulo! It is told in sounds in utter that, in signs so adds to, in
universal, in polygluttural, in each auxiliary neutral idiom, sordomutics,
florilingua, sheltafocal, flayflutter, a con's cubane, a pro's tutute,
strassarab, ereperse and anythongue athall. Since nozzy Nanette tripped
palmyways with Highho Harry there's a spurtfire turf a'kind o'kindling when
oft as the souffsouff blows her peaties up and a claypot wet for thee, my
Sitys, and talkatalka tell Tibbs has eve: and whathough (revilous life
proving aye the death of ronaldses when winpower wine has bucked the kick on
poor won man) billiousness has been billiousness during milliums of
millenions and our mixed racings have been giving two hoots or three jeers
for the grape, vine and brew and Pieter's in Nieuw Amsteldam and Paoli's
where the poules go and rum smelt his end for him and he dined off sooth
american (it would give one the frier even were one a normal Kettlelicker)
this oldworld epistola of their weatherings and their marryings and their
buryings and their natural selections has combled tumbled down to us fersch
and made-at-all-hours like an ould cup on tay. As I was hottin me souser.
Haha! And as you was caldin your dutchy hovel. Hoho! She tole the tail or
her toon. Huhu!
Now, kapnimancy and infusionism may both fit as tight as two trivets
but while we in our wee free state, holding to that prestatute in our
charter, may have our irremovable doubts as to the whole sense of the lot,
the interpretation of any phrase in the whole, the meaning of every word of
a phrase so far deciphered out of it, however unfettered our Irish daily
independence, we must vaunt no idle dubiosity as to its genuine authorship
and holusbolus authoritativeness. And let us bringtheecease to beakerings on
that clink, olmond bottler! On the face of it, to volt back to our desultory
horses, and for your roughshod mind, bafflelost bull, the affair is a thing
once for all done and there you are somewhere and finished in a certain
time, be it a day or a year or even supposing, it should eventually turn out
to be a serial number of goodness gracious alone knows how many days or
years. Anyhow, somehow and somewhere, before the bookflood or after her ebb,
somebody mentioned by name in his telephone directory, Coccolanius or
Gallotaurus, wrote it, wrote it all, wrote it all down, and there you are,
full stop. O, undoubtedly yes, and very potably so, but one who deeper
thinks will always bear in the baccbuccus of his mind that this downright
there you are and there it is is only all in his eye. Why?
Because, Soferim Bebel, if it goes to that, (and dormerwindow gossip
will cry it from the housetops no surelier than the writing on the wall will
hue it to the mod of men that mote in the main street) every person, place
and thing in the chaosmos of Alle anyway connected with the gobblydumped
turkery was moving and changing every part of the time: the travelling
inkhorn (possibly pot), the hare and turtle pen and paper, the continually
more and less intermisunderstanding minds of the anticollaborators, the as
time went on as it will variously inflected, differently pronounced,
otherwise spelled, changeably meaning vocable scriptsigns. No, so holp me
Petault, it is not a miseffectual whyacinthinous riot of blots and blurs and
bars and balls and hoops and wriggles and juxtaposed jottings linked by
spurts of speed: it only looks as like it as damn it; and, sure, we ought
really to rest thankful that at this deleteful hour of dungflies dawning we
have even a written on with dried ink scrap of paper at all to show for
ourselves, tare it or leaf it, (and we are lufted to ourselves as the
soulfisher when he led the cat out of the bout) after all that we lost and
plundered of it even to the hidmost coignings of the earth and all it has
gone through and by all means, after a good ground kiss to Terracussa and
for wars luck our lefftoff's flung over our home homoplate, cling to it as
with drowning hands, hoping against hope all the while that, by the light of
philophosy, (and may she never folsage us!) things will begin to clear up a
bit one way or another within the next quarrel of an hour and be hanged to
them as ten to one they will too, please the pigs, as they ought to
categorically, as, stricly between ourselves,there is a limit to all things
so this will never do.
For, with that farmfrow's foul flair for that flayfell foxfetor, (the
calamite's columitas calling for calamitous calamitance) who that
scrutinising marvels at those indignant whiplooplashes; those so prudently
bolted or blocked rounds; the touching reminiscence of an incompletet trail
or dropped final; a round thousand whirligig glorioles, prefaced by (alas!)
now illegible airy plumeflights, all tiberiously ambiembellishing the
initials majuscule of Earwicker: the meant to be baffling chrismon trilithon
sign ~Tl, finally called after some his hes hecitency Hec,which, moved
contrawatchwise, represents his title in sigla as the smaller ч, fontly
called following a certain change of state of grace of nature alp or delta,
when single, stands for or tautologically stands beside the consort: (though
for that matter, since we have heard from Cathay cyrcles how the hen is not
mirely a tick or two after the first fifth fourth of the second eighth
twelfth -- siangchang hongkong sansheneul -- but yirely the other and
thirtieth of the ninth from the twentieth, our own vulgar 432 and 1132
irrespectively, why not take the former for a village inn, the latter for an
upsidown bridge, a multiplication marking for crossroads ahead, which you
like pothook for the family gibbet, their old fourwheedler for the bucker's
field, a tea anyway for a tryst someday, and his onesidemissing for an
allblind alley leading to an Irish plot in the Champ de Mors, not?) the
steady monologuy of the interiors; the pardonable confusion for which some
blame the cudgel and more blame the soot but unthanks to which the pees with
their caps awry are quite as often as not taken for kews with their tails in
their or are quite as often as not taken for pews with their tails in their
mouths, thence your pristopher polombos, hence our Kat Kresbyterians; the
curt witty wotty dashes never quite just right at the trim trite truth
letter; the sudden spluttered petulance of some capItalIsed Middle; a word
as cunningly hidden in its maze of confused drapery as a fieldmouse in a
nest of coloured ribbons: that absurdly bullsfooted bee declaring with an
even plainer dummpshow than does the mute commoner with us how hard a thing
it is to mpe mporn a gentlerman: and look at this prepronominal funferal,
engraved and retouched and edgewiped and puddenpadded,very like a whale's
egg farced with pemmican,as were it sentenced to be nuzzled over a full
trillion times for ever and a night till his noddle sink or swim by that
ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia: all those red raddled obeli
cayennepeppercast over the text, calling unnecessary attention to errors,
omissions, repetitions and misalignments: that (probably local or personal)
variant maggers for the more generally accepted majesty which is but a
trifle and yet may quietly amuse: those superciliouslooking crisscrossed
Greek ees awkwardlike perched there and here out of date like sick owls
hawked back to Athens: and the geegees too, jesuistically formed at first
but afterwards genuflected aggrily toewards the occident: the Ostrogothic
kakography affected for certain phrases of Etruscan stabletalk and, in
short, the learning betrayed at almost every line's end: the headstrength
(at least eleven men of thirtytwo palfrycraft) revealed by a constant labour
to make a ghimel pass through the eye of an iota: this, for instance,
utterly unexpected sinistrogyric return to one peculiar sore point in the
past; those throne open doubleyous (of an early muddy terranean origin
whether man chooses to damn them agglutinatively loo -- too -- blue -- face
-- ache or illvoodawpeehole or, kants koorts, topplefouls) seated with such
floprightdown determination and reminding uus ineluctably of nature at her
naturalest while that fretful fidget eff, the hornful digamma of your
bornabarbar, rarely heard now save when falling from the unfashionable
lipsus of some hetarosexual (used always in two boldfaced print types -- one
of them as wrongheaded as his Claudian brother, is it worth while
interrupting to say?-- throughout the papyrus as the revise mark) stalks all
over the page broods ~~~ sensationseeking an idea, amid the verbiage, gaunt,
stands dejectedly in the diapered window margin, with its basque of
bayleaves all aflutter about its forksfrogs, paces with a frown, jerking to
and fro, flinging phrases here, there, or returns inhibited, with some
half-halted suggestion, F, dragging its shoestring; the curious warning sign
before our protoparent's ipsissima verba (a very pure nondescript, by the
way, sometimes a palmtailed otter, more often the arbutus fruitflowerleaf of
the cainapple) which paleographers call a leak in the thatch or the aranman
ingperwhis through the hole of his hat, indicating that the words which
follow may be taken in any order desired, hole of Aran man the hat through
the whispering his ho (here keen again and begin again to make soundsense
and sensesound kin again); those haughtypitched disdotted aiches easily of
the rariest inasdroll as most of the jaywalking eyes we do plough into
halve, unconnected, principial, medial or final, always jims in the jam,
sahib, as pipless as threadworms: the innocent exhibitionism of those frank
yet capricious underlinings: that strange exotic serpentine, since so
properly banished from our scripture, about as freakwing a wetterhand now as
to see a rightheaded ladywhite don a corkhorse, which, in its invincible
insolence ever longer more and of more morosity, seems to uncoil spirally
and swell lacertinelazily before our eyes under pressure of the writer's
hand; the ungainly musicianlessness so painted in sculpting selfsounder ah
ha as blackartful as a podatus and dumbfounder oh ho oaproariose as ten
canons in skelterfugue: the studious omission of year number and era name
from the date, the one and only time when our copyist seems at least to have
grasped the beauty of restraint; the lubricitous conjugation of the last
with the first: the gipsy mating of a grand stylish gravedigging with
secondbest buns (an interpolation: these munchables occur only in the
Bootherbrowth family of MSS., Bb -- Cod IV, Pap II, Brek XI, Lun III, Dinn
XVII, Sup XXX, Fullup M D C X C: the scholiast has hungrily misheard a
deadman's toller as a muffinbell): the four shortened ampersands under which
we can glypse at and feel for ourselves across all those rushyears the warm
soft short pants of the quickscribbler: the vocative lapse from which it
begins and the accusative hole in which it ends itself; the aphasia of that
heroic agony of recalling a once loved number leading slip by slipper to a
general amnesia of misnomering one's own: next those ars, rrrr! those ars
all bellical, the highpriest's hieroglyph of kettletom and oddsbones,
wrasted redhandedly from our hallowed rubric prayer for truce with booty,
O'Remus pro Romulo, and rudely from the fane's pinnacle tossed down by
porter to within an aim's ace of their quatrain of rubyjets among Those Who
arse without the Temple nor since Roe's Distillery burn'd have quaff'd
Night's firefill'd Cup But jig jog jug as Day the Dicebox Throws, whang,
loyal six I lead, out wi'yer heart's bluid, blast ye, and there she's for
you, sir, whang her, the fine ooman, rouge to her lobster locks, the rossy,
whang, God and O'Mara has it with his ruddy old Villain Rufus, wait, whang,
God and you're another he hasn't for there's my spoil five of spuds's
trumps, whang, whack on his pigsking's Kisser for him, K.M. O'Mara where are
you?; then (coming over to the left aisle corner down) the cruciform
postscript from which three basia or shorter and smaller oscula have been
overcarefully scraped away, plainly inspiring the tenebrous Tunc page of the
Book of Kells (and then it need not be lost sight of that there are exactly
three squads of candidates for the crucian rose awaiting their turn in the
marginal panels of Columkiller, chugged in their three ballotboxes, then set
apart for such hanging committees, where two was enough for anyone, starting
with old Matthew himself, as he with great distinction said then just as
since then people speaking have fallen into the custom, when speaking to a
person, of saying two is company when the third person is the person darkly
spoken of, and then that last labiolingual basium might be read as a suavium
if whoever the embracer then was wrote with a tongue in his (or perhaps her)
cheek as the case may have been then) and the fatal droopadwindle slope of
the blamed scrawl, a sure sign of imperfectible moral blindness; the
toomuchness, the fartoomanyness of all those fourlegged ems: and why spell
dear god with a big thick dhee (why, O why, O why?): the cut and dry aks and
wise form of the semifinal; and, eighteenthly or twentyfourthly, but at
least, thank Maurice, lastly when all is zed and done, the penelopean
patience of its last paraphe, a colophon of no fewer than seven hundred and
thirtytwo strokes tailed by a leaping lasso-- who thus at all this
marvelling but will press on hotly to see the vaulting feminine libido of
those interbranching ogham sex upandinsweeps sternly controlled and easily
repersuaded by the uniform matteroffactness of a meandering male fist?
Duff-Muggli, who now may be quoted by very kind arrangement (his
dectroscophonious photosensition under suprasonic light control may be
logged for by our none too distant futures as soon astone values can be
turned out from Chromophilomos, Limited at a millicentime the microamp),
first called this kind of paddygoeasy partnership the ulykkhean or
tetrachiric or quadrumane or ducks and drakes or debts and dishes perplex
(v. Some Forestallings over that Studium of Sexophonologistic
Schizophrenesis, vol. xxiv, pp. 2-555) after the wellinformed observation,
made miles apart from the Master by Tung-Toyd (cf. Later Frustrations
amengst the Neomugglian Teachings abaft the Semiunconscience, passim) that
in the case of the littleknown periplic bestteller popularly associated with
the names of the wretched mariner (trianforan deffwedoff our plumsucked
pattern shapekeeper) a Punic admiralty report, From MacPerson's Oshean Round
By the Tides of Jason's Cruise, had been cleverly capsized and saucily
republished as a dodecanesian baedeker of the everytale-a-treat-in-itself
variety which could hope satisfactorily to tickle me gander as game as your
goose.
The unmistaken identity of the persons in the Tiberiast duplex came to
light in the most devious of ways. The original document was in what is
known as Hanno O'Nonhanno's unbrookable script, that is to say, it showed no
signs of punctuation of any sort. Yet on holding the verso against a lit
rush this new book of Morses responded most remarkably to the silent query
of our world's oldest light and its recto let out the piquant fact that it
was but pierced butnot punctured (in the university sense of the term) by
numerous stabs and foliated gashes made by a pronged instrument. These paper
wounds, four in type, were gradually and correctly understood to mean stop,
please stop, do please stop, and O do please stop respectively, and
following up their one true clue, the circumflexuous wall of a singleminded
men's asylum, accentuated by bi tso fb rok engl a ssan dspl itch ina, --
Yard inquiries pointed out ч that they ad bin "provoked" ay ч fork, of ...
grave Brof sor; ...th 's Br ak -- fast -- table; ; ac--tely prof ssionally
piqu d, to = introd--ce a notion of time [--pon ... plane (?) s-- ' '
f... 'e'] by p--nct! ingh oles (sic) in Ispace?! Deeply religious by nature
and position, and warmly attached to Thee, and smearbread and better and Him
and newlaidills, it was rightly suspected that such ire could not have been
visited by him Brotfressor Prenderguest even underwittingly, upon the
ancestral pneuma of one whom, with rheuma, he venerated shamelessly at least
once a week at Cockspur Common as his apple in his eye and her first boys'
best friend and, though plain English for a married lady misled heaps by the
way, yet when some peerer or peeress detected that the fourleaved shamrock
or quadrifoil jab was more recurrent wherever the script was clear and the
term terse and that these two were the selfsame spots naturally selected for
her perforations by Dame Partlet on her dungheap, thinkers all put grown in
waterungspillfull Pratiland only and a playful fowl and musical me and not
you in any case, two and two together, and, with a swarm of bisses
honeyhunting after, a sigh for shyme (O, the pettybonny rouge!) separated
modest mouths. So be it. And it was. The lettermaking of the explots of
Fjorgn Camhelsson when he was in the Kvinnes country with Soldru's men. With
acknowledgment of our fervour of the first instant he remains years most
fainfully. For postscrapt see spoils. Though not yet had the sailor sipped
that sup nor the humphar foamed to the fill. And fox and geese still kept
the peace around L'Auberge du Pere Adam.
Small need after that, old Jeromesolem, old Huffsnuff, old Andycox, old
Olecasandrum, for quizzing your weekenders come to the R.Q. with: shoots off
in a hiss, muddles up in a mussmass and his whole's a dismantled
noondrunkard's son. Howbeit we heard not a son of sons to leave by him to
oceanic society in his old man without a thing in his ignorance, Tulko
MacHooley. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other
time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing
out of one desire into its fellow. The daughters are after going and loojing
for him, Torba's nicelookers of the fair neck. Wanted for millinary servance
to olderly's person by the Totty Askinses. Formelly confounded with amother.
Maybe growing a moustache, did you say, with an adorable look of amuzement?
And uses noclass billiardhalls with an upandown ladder? Not Hans the Curier
though had he had have only had some little laughings and some less of
cheeks and were he not so warried by his bulb of persecussion he could have,
ay, and would have, as true as Essex bridge. And not Gopheph go gossip, I
declare to man! Noe! To all's much relief one's half hypothesis of that
jabberjaw ape amok the showering jestnuts of Bruisanose was hotly dropped
and his room taken up by that odious and still today insufficiently
malestimated notesnatcher (kak, pfooi, bosh and fiety, much earny, Gus,
poteen? Sez you!) Shem the Penman.
So?
Who do you no tonigh, lazy and gentleman?
The echo is where in the back of the wodes; callhim forth!
(Shaun Mac Irewick, briefdragger, for the concern of Messrs Jhon
Jhamieson and Song, rated one hundrick and thin per storehundred on this
nightly quisquiquock of the twelve apostrophes, set by Jockit Mic Ereweak.
He misunderstruck and aim for am ollo of number three of them and left his
free natural ripostes to four of them in their own fine artful disorder.)
I. What secondtonone myther rector and maximost bridgesmaker was the
first to rise taller through his beanstale than the bluegum buaboababbaun or
the giganteous Wellingtonia Sequoia; went nudiboots with trouters into a
liffeyette when she was barely in her tricklies; was well known to claud a
conciliation cap onto the esker of his hooth; sports a chainganger's albert
solemenly over his hullender's epulence; thought he weighed a new ton when
there felled his first lapapple; gave the heinousness of choice to
everyknight betwixt yesterdicks and twomaries; had sevenal
successivecoloured serebanmaids on the same big white drawringroam horthrug;
is a Willbeforce to this hour at house as he was in heather; pumped the
catholick wartrey and shocked the prodestung boyne; killed his own hungery
self in anger as a young man; found fodder for five when allmarken rose
goflooded; with Hirish tutores Cornish made easy; voucher of rotables, toll
of the road; bred manyheaded stepsons for one leapyourown taughter; is too
funny for a fish and has too much outside for an insect; like a heptagon
crystal emprisoms trues and fauss for us; is infinite swell in unfitting
induments; once was he shovelled and once was he arsoned and once was he