169.01 Shem is as short for Shemus as Jem is joky for Jacob. A few

169.02 toughnecks are still getatable who pretend that aboriginally he

169.03 was of respectable stemming (he was an outlex between the lines

169.04 of Ragonar Blaubarb and Horrild Hairwire and an inlaw to Capt.

169.05 the Hon. and Rev. Mr Bbyrdwood de Trop Blogg was among

169.06 his most distant connections) but every honest to goodness man

169.07 in the land of the space of today knows that his back life will

169.08 not stand being written about in black and white. Putting truth

169.09 and untruth together a shot may be made at what this hybrid

169.10 actually was like to look at.

169.11 Shem's bodily getup, it seems, included an adze of a skull, an

169.12 eight of a larkseye, the whoel of a nose, one numb arm up a

169.13 sleeve, fortytwo hairs off his uncrown, eighteen to his mock lip,

169.14 a trio of barbels from his megageg chin (sowman's son), the

169.15 wrong shoulder higher than the right, all ears, an artificial

169.16 tongue with a natural curl, not a foot to stand on, a handful of

169.17 thumbs, a blind stomach, a deaf heart, a loose liver, two fifths of

169.18 two buttocks, one gleetsteen avoirdupoider for him, a manroot

169.19 of all evil, a salmonkelt's thinskin, eelsblood in his cold toes, a

169.20 bladder tristended, so much so that young Master Shemmy on

169.21 his very first debouch at the very dawn of protohistory seeing

169.22 himself such and such, when playing with thistlewords in their

169.23 garden nursery, Griefotrofio, at Phig Streat III Shuvlin, Old

169.24 Hoeland, (would we go back there now for sounds, pillings and

170.01 sense? would we now for annas and annas? would we for full-

170.02 score eight and a liretta? for twelve blocks one bob? for four tes-

170.03 ters one groat? not for a dinar! not for jo!) dictited to of all his

170.04 little brothron and sweestureens the first riddle of the universe:

170.05 asking, when is a man not a man?: telling them take their time,

170.06 yungfries, and wait till the tide stops (for from the first his day

170.07 was a fortnight) and offering the prize of a bittersweet crab, a

170.08 little present from the past, for their copper age was yet un-

170.09 minted, to the winner. One said when the heavens are quakers,

170.10 a second said when Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no,

170.11 when hold hard a jiffy, when he is a gnawstick and detarmined

170.12 to, the next one said when the angel of death kicks the bucket

170.13 of life, still another said when the wine's at witsends, and still

170.14 another when lovely wooman stoops to conk him, one of the

170.15 littliest said me, me, Sem, when pappa papared the harbour, one

170.16 of the wittiest said, when he yeat ye abblokooken and he zmear

170.17 hezelf zo zhooken, still one said when you are old I'm grey fall

170.18 full wi sleep, and still another when wee deader walkner, and

170.19 another when he is just only after having being semisized, an-

170.20 other when yea, he hath no mananas, and one when dose pigs

170.21 they begin now that they will flies up intil the looft. All were

170.22 wrong, so Shem himself, the doctator, took the cake, the correct

170.23 solution being —— all give it up? —— when he is a —— yours till

170.24 the rending of the rocks, —— Sham.

170.25 Shem was a sham and a low sham and his lowness creeped out

170.26 first via foodstuffs. So low was he that he preferred Gibsen's tea-

170.27 time salmon tinned, as inexpensive as pleasing, to the plumpest

170.28 roeheavy lax or the friskiest parr or smolt troutlet that ever was

170.29 gaffed between Leixlip and Island Bridge and many was the time

170.30 he repeated in his botulism that no junglegrown pineapple ever

170.31 smacked like the whoppers you shook out of Ananias' cans,

170.32 Findlater and Gladstone's, Corner House, Englend. None of

170.33 your inchthick blueblooded Balaclava fried-at-belief-stakes or

170.34 juicejelly legs of the Grex's molten mutton or greasilygristly

170.35 grunters' goupons or slice upon slab of luscious goosebosom

170.36 with lump after load of plumpudding stuffing all aswim in a

171.01 swamp of bogoakgravy for that greekenhearted yude! Rosbif of

171.02 Old Zealand! he could not attouch it. See what happens when

171.03 your somatophage merman takes his fancy to our virgitarian

171.04 swan? He even ran away with hunself and became a farsoonerite,

171.05 saying he would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils

171.06 in Europe than meddle with Irrland's split little pea. Once when

171.07 among those rebels in a state of hopelessly helpless intoxication

171.08 the piscivore strove to lift a czitround peel to either nostril, hic-

171.09 cupping, apparently impromptued by the hibat he had with his

171.10 glottal stop, that he kukkakould flowrish for ever by the smell,

171.11 as the czitr, as the kcedron, like a scedar, of the founts, on moun-

171.12 tains, with limon on, of Lebanon. O! the lowness of him was

171.13 beneath all up to that sunk to! No likedbylike firewater or first-

171.14 served firstshot or gulletburn gin or honest brewbarrett beer either.

171.15 O dear no! Instead the tragic jester sobbed himself wheywhing-

171.16 ingly sick of life on some sort of a rhubarbarous maundarin yella-

171.17 green funkleblue windigut diodying applejack squeezed from

171.18 sour grapefruice and, to hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips

171.19 when he had gulfed down mmmmuch too mmmmany gourds of

171.20 it retching off to almost as low withswillers, who always knew

171.21 notwithstanding when they had had enough and were rightly

171.22 indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found to their

171.23 horror they could not carry another drop, it came straight from

171.24 the noble white fat, jo, openwide sat, jo, jo, her why hide that,

171.25 jo jo jo, the winevat, of the most serene magyansty az archdio-

171.26 chesse, if she is a duck, she's a douches, and when she has a

171.27 feherbour snot her fault, now is it? artstouchups, funny you're

171.28 grinning at, fancy you're in her yet, Fanny Urinia.

171.29 Aint that swell, hey? Peamengro! Talk about lowness! Any

171.30 dog's quantity of it visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty

171.31 little blacking beetle for the very fourth snap the Tulloch-Turn-

171.32 bull girl with her coldblood kodak shotted the as yet unre-

171.33 muneranded national apostate, who was cowardly gun and camera

171.34 shy, taking what he fondly thought was a short cut to Caer Fere,

171.35 Soak Amerigas, vias the shipsteam Pridewin, after having buried

171.36 a hatchet not so long before, by the wrong goods exeunt, num-

172.01 mer desh to tren, into Patatapapaveri's, fruiterers and musical

172.02 florists, with his Ciaho, chavi! Sar shin, shillipen? she knew the

172.03 vice out of bridewell was a bad fast man by his walk on the

172.04 spot.

172.05 [Johns is a different butcher's. Next place you are up town pay

172.06 him a visit. Or better still, come tobuy. You will enjoy cattlemen's

172.07 spring meat. Johns is now quite divorced from baking. Fattens,

172.08 kills, flays, hangs, draws, quarters and pieces. Feel his lambs ! Ex !

172.09 Feel how sheap! Exex! His liver too is great value, a spatiality!

172.10 Exexex! COMMUNICATED.]

172.11 Around that time, moravar, one generally, for luvvomony

172.12 hoped or at any rate suspected among morticians that he would

172.13 early turn out badly, develop hereditary pulmonary T.B., and

172.14 do for himself one dandy time, nay, of a pelting night blanketed

172.15 creditors, hearing a coarse song and splash off Eden Quay sighed

172.16 and rolled over, sure all was up, but, though he fell heavily and

172.17 locally into debit, not even then could such an antinomian be

172.18 true to type. He would not put fire to his cerebrum; he would

172.19 not throw himself in Liffey; he would not explaud himself with

172.20 pneumantics; he refused to saffrocake himself with a sod. With

172.21 the foreign devil's leave the fraid born fraud diddled even death.

172.22 Anzi, cabled (but shaking the worth out of his maulth: Guarda-

172.23 costa leporello? Szasas Kraicz!) from his Nearapoblican asylum

172.24 to his jonathan for a brother: Here tokay, gone tomory, we're

172.25 spluched, do something, Fireless. And had answer: Inconvenient,

172.26 David.

172.27 You see, chaps, it will trickle out, freaksily of course, but the

172.28 tom and the shorty of it is: he was in his bardic memory low.

172.29 All the time he kept on treasuring with condign satisfaction each

172.30 and every crumb of trektalk, covetous of his neighbour's word,

172.31 and if ever, during a Munda conversazione commoted in the

172.32 nation's interest, delicate tippits were thrown out to him touch-

172.33 ing his evil courses by some wellwishers, vainly pleading by

172.34 scriptural arguments with the opprobrious papist about trying

172.35 to brace up for the kidos of the thing, Scally wag, and be a men

172.36 instead of a dem scrounger, dish it all, such as: Pray, what is

173.01 the meaning, sousy, of that continental expression, if you ever

173.02 came acrux it, we think it is a word transpiciously like canaille?:

173.03 or: Did you anywhere, kennel, on your gullible's travels or

173.04 during your rural troubadouring, happen to stumble upon a

173.05 certain gay young nobleman whimpering to the name of Low

173.06 Swine who always addresses women out of the one corner of

173.07 his mouth, lives on loans and is furtivefree yours of age? with-

173.08 out one sigh of haste like the supreme prig he was, and not a bit

173.09 sorry, he would pull a vacant landlubber's face, root with ear-

173.10 waker's pensile in the outer of his lauscher and then, lisping,

173.11 the prattlepate parnella, to kill time, and swatting his deadbest

173.12 to think what under the canopies of Jansens Chrest would any

173.13 decent son of an Albiogenselman who had bin to an university

173.14 think, let a lent hit a hint and begin to tell all the intelligentsia

173.15 admitted to that tamileasy samtalaisy conclamazzione (since, still

173.16 and before physicians, lawyers merchant, belfry pollititians, agri-

173.17 colous manufraudurers, sacrestanes of the Pure River Society,

173.18 philanthropicks lodging on as many boards round the panesthetic

173.19 at the same time as possible) the whole lifelong swrine story of

173.20 his entire low cornaille existence, abusing his deceased ancestors

173.21 wherever the sods were and one moment tarabooming great

173.22 blunderguns (poh!) about his farfamed fine Poppamore, Mr

173.23 Humhum, whom history, climate and entertainment made the

173.24 first of his sept and always up to debt, though Eavens ears ow

173.25 many fines he faces, and another moment visanvrerssas,cruach-

173.26 ing three jeers (pah!) for his rotten little ghost of a Peppybeg,

173.27 Mr Himmyshimmy, a blighty, a reeky, a lighty, a scrapy, a bab-

173.28 bly, a ninny, dirty seventh among thieves and always bottom

173.29 sawyer, till nowan knowed how howmely howme could be, giv-

173.30 ing unsolicited testimony on behalf of the absent, as glib as eaves-

173.31 water to those present (who meanwhile, with increasing lack of

173.32 interest in his semantics, allowed various subconscious smickers

173.33 to drivel slowly across their fichers), unconsciously explaining,

173.34 for inkstands, with a meticulosity bordering on the insane, the

173.35 various meanings of all the different foreign parts of speech he

173.36 misused and cuttlefishing every lie unshrinkable about all the

174.01 other people in the story, leaving out, of course, foreconsciously,

174.02 the simple worf and plague and poison they had cornered him

174.03 about until there was not a snoozer among them but was utterly

174.04 undeceived in the heel of the reel by the recital of the rigmarole.

174.05 He went without saying that the cull disliked anything anyway

174.06 approaching a plain straightforward standup or knockdown row

174.07 and, as often as he was called in to umpire any octagonal argu-

174.08 ment among slangwhangers, the accomplished washout always

174.09 used to rub shoulders with the last speaker and clasp shakers (the

174.10 handtouch which is speech without words) and agree to every

174.11 word as soon as half uttered, command me!, your servant, good,

174.12 I revere you, how, my seer? be drinking that! quite truth, grati-

174.13 as, I'm yoush, see wha'm hearing?, also goods, please it, me

174.14 sure?, be filling this!, quiso, you said it, apasafello, muchas

174.15 grassyass, is there firing-on-me?, is their girlic-on-you?, to your

174.16 good self, your sulphur, and then at once focuss his whole

174.17 unbalanced attention upon the next octagonist who managed to

174.18 catch a listener's eye, asking and imploring him out of his

174.19 piteous onewinker, (hemoptysia diadumenos) whether there was

174.20 anything in the world he could do to please him and to overflow

174.21 his tumbletantaliser for him yet once more.

174.22 One hailcannon night (for his departure was attended by a

174.23 heavy downpour) as very recently as some thousand rains ago he

174.24 was therefore treated with what closely resembled parsonal viol-

174.25 ence, being soggert all unsuspectingly through the deserted village

174.26 of Tumblin-on-the-Leafy from Mr Vanhomrigh's house at 81 bis

174.27 Mabbot's Mall as far as Green Patch beyond the brickfields of

174.28 Salmon Pool by rival teams of slowspiers counter quicklimers

174.29 who finally, as rahilly they had been deteened out rawther lae-

174.30 tich, thought, busnis hits busnis, they had better be streaking for

174.31 home after their Auborne-to-Auborne,with thanks for the pleasant

174.32 evening, one and all disgustedly, instead of ruggering him back,

174.33 and awake, reconciled (though they were as jealous as could be

174.34 cullions about all the truffles they had brought on him) to a

174.35 friendship, fast and furious, which merely arose out of the noxious

174.36 pervert's perfect lowness. Again there was a hope that people,

175.01 looking on him with the contemp of the contempibles, after

175.02 first gaving him a roll in the dirt, might pity and forgive him, if

175.03 properly deloused, but the pleb was born a Quicklow and sank

175.04 alowing till he stank out of sight.

175.05 All Saints beat Belial! Mickil Goals to Nichil! Notpossible!

175.06 Already?

175.07 In Nowhere has yet the Whole World taken part of himself for his

175.08 Wife;

175.09 By Nowhere have Poorparents been sentenced to Worms, Blood and

175.10 Thunder for Life

175.11 Not yet has the Emp from Corpsica forced the Arth out of Engleterre;

175.12 Not yet have the Sachsen and Judder on the Mound of a Word made

175.13 Warre;

175.14 Not yet Witchywithcy of Wench struck Fire of his Heath from on

175.15 Hoath;

175.16 Not yet his Arcobaleine forespoken Peacepeace upon Oath;

175.17 Cleftfoot from Hempal must tumpel, Blamefool Gardener's bound to

175.18 fall;

175.19 Broken Eggs will poursuive bitten Apples for where theirs is Will

175.20 there's his Wall;

175.21 But the Mountstill frowns on the Millstream while their Madsons

175.22 leap his Bier

175.23 And her Rillstrill liffs to His Murkesty all her daft Daughters laff

175.24 in her Ear.

175.25 Till the four Shores of deff Tory Island let the douze dumm Eire-

175.26 whiggs raille!

175.27 Hirp! Hirp! for their Missed Understandings! chirps the Ballat of

175.28 Perce-Oreille.

175.29 O fortunous casualitas! Lefty takes the cherubcake while

175.30 Rights cloves his hoof. Darkies never done tug that coon out to

175.31 play non-excretory, anti-sexuous, misoxenetic, gaasy pure, flesh

175.32 and blood games, written and composed and sung and danced

175.33 by Niscemus Nemon, same as piccaninnies play all day, those

175.34 old (none of your honeys and rubbers !) games for fun and ele-

175.35 ment we used to play with Dina and old Joe kicking her behind

175.36 and before and the yellow girl kicking him behind old Joe,

176.01 games like Thom Thom the Thonderman, Put the Wind up the

176.02 Peeler, Hat in the Ring, Prisson your Pritchards and Play Withers

176.03 Team, Mikel on the Luckypig, Nickel in the Slot, Sheila Harnett and

176.04 her Cow, Adam and Ell, Humble Bumble, Moggie's on the Wall,

176.05 Twos and Threes, American Jump, Fox Come out of your Den,

176.06 Broken Bottles, Writing a Letter to Punch, Tiptop is a Sweetstore,

176.07 Henressy Crump Expolled, Postman's Knock, Are We Fairlys Rep-

176.08 resented?, Solomon Silent reading, Appletree Bearstone, I know a

176.09 Washerwoman, Hospitals, As I was Walking, There is Oneyone's

176.10 House in Dreamcolohour, Battle of Waterloo, Colours, Eggs in the

176.11 Bush, Habberdasherisher, Telling your Dreams, What's the Time,

176.12 Nap, Ducking Mammy, Last Man Standing, Heali Baboon and the

176.13 Forky Theagues, Fickleyes and Futilears, Handmarried but once in

176.14 my Life and I'll never commit such a Sin agin, Zip Cooney Candy,

176.15 Turkey in the Straw, This is the Way we sow the Seed of a long and

176.16 lusty Morning, Hops of Fun at Miliken's Make, I seen the Tooth-

176.17 brush with Pat Farrel, Here's the Fat to graze the Priest's Boots,

176.18 When his Steam was like a Raimbrandt round Mac Garvey.

176.19 Now it is notoriously known how on that surprisingly bludgeony

176.20 Unity Sunday when the grand germogall allstar bout was harrily

176.21 the rage between our weltingtoms extraordinary and our petty-

176.22 thicks the marshalaisy and Irish eyes of welcome were smiling

176.23 daggers down their backs, when the roth, vice and blause met the

176.24 noyr blank and rogues and the grim white and cold bet the black

176.25 fighting tans, categorically unimperatived by the maxims, a rank

176.26 funk getting the better of him, the scut in a bad fit of pyjamas

176.27 fled like a leveret for his bare lives, to Talviland, ahone ahaza, pur-

176.28 sued by the scented curses of all the village belles and, without

176.29 having struck one blow, (pig stole on him was lust he lagging it

176.30 was becaused dust he shook) kuskykorked himself up tight in

176.31 his inkbattle house, badly the worse for boosegas, there to stay

176.32 in afar for the life, where, as there was not a moment to be lost,

176.33 after he had boxed around with his fortepiano till he was whole

176.34 bach bamp him and bump him blues, he collapsed carefully under

176.35 a bedtick from Schwitzer's, his face enveloped into a dead war-

176.36 rior's telemac, with a lullobaw's somnbomnet and a whotwater-

178.01 lionses of Lumdrum hivanhoesed up gagainst him, being a lapsis

178.02 linquo with a ruvidubb shortartempa, bad cad dad fad sad mad

178.03 nad vanhaty bear, the consciquenchers of casuality prepestered

178.04 crusswords in postposition, scruff, scruffer, scrufferumurraimost

178.05 andallthatsortofthing, if reams stood to reason and his lanka-

178.06 livline lasted he would wipe alley english spooker, multapho-

178.07 niaksically spuking, off the face of the erse.

178.08 After the thorough fright he got that bloody, Swithun's day,

178.09 though every doorpost in muchtried Lucalizod was smeared with

178.10 generous erstborn gore and every free for all cobbleway slippery

178.11 with the bloods of heroes, crying to Welkins for others, and

178.12 noahs and cul verts agush with tears of joy, our low waster never

178.13 had the common baalamb's pluck to stir out and about the com-

178.14 pound while everyone else of the torchlit throng, slashers and

178.15 sliced alike, mobbu on massa, waaded and baaded around, yamp-

178.16 yam pampyam, chanting the Gillooly chorus, from the Monster

178.17 Book of Paltryattic Puetrie, O pura e pia bella! in junk et sampam

178.18 or in secular sinkalarum, heads up, on his bonafide avocation (the

178.19 little folk creeping on all fours to their natural school treat but

178.20 childishly gleeful when a stray whizzer sang out intermediately)

178.21 and happy belongers to the fairer sex on their usual quest for

178.22 higher things, but vying with Lady Smythe to avenge Mac-

178.23 Jobber, went stonestepping with their bickerrstaffs on educated

178.24feet, plinkity plonk, across the sevenspan ponte dei colori set up

178.25 over the slop after the war-to-end war by Messrs a charitable

178.26 government for the only once (dia dose Finnados!) he did take

178.27 a tompip peepestrella throug a threedraw eighteen hawkspower

178.28 durdicky telescope, luminous to larbourd only like the lamps in

178.29 Nassaustrass, out of his westernmost keyhole, spitting at the

178.30 impenetrablum wetter, (and it was porcoghastly that outumn) with

178.31 an eachway hope in his shivering soul, as he prayed to the cloud

178.32 Incertitude, of finding out for himself, on akkount of all the

178.33 kules in Kroukaparka or oving to all the kodseoggs in Kalatavala,

178.34 whether true conciliation was forging ahead or falling back after

178.35 the celestious intemperance and, for Duvvelsache, why, with his

178.36 see me see and his my see a corves and his frokerfoskerfuskar

179.01 layen loves in meeingseeing, he got the charm of his optical

179.02 life when he found himself (hic sunt lennones!) at pointblank

179.03 range blinking down the barrel of an irregular revolver of

179.04 the bulldog with a purpose pattern, handled by an unknown

179.05 quarreler who, supposedly, had been told off to shade and

179.06 shoot shy Shem should the shit show his shiny shnout out

179.07 awhile to look facts in their face before being hosed and creased

179.08 (uprip and jack him!) by six or a dozen of the gayboys.

179.09 What, para Saom Plaom, in the names of Deucalion and

179.10 Pyrrha, and the incensed privy and the licensed pantry gods

179.11 and Stator and Victor and Kutt and Runn and the whole mesa

179.12 redonda of Lorencao Otulass in convocacaon, was this dis-

179.13 interestingly low human type, this Calumnious Column of

179.14 Cloaxity, this Bengalese Beacon of Biloxity, this Annamite Aper

179.15 of Atroxity, really at, it will be precise to quarify, for he seems

179.16 in a badbad case?

179.17 The answer, to do all the diddies in one dedal, would sound:

179.18 from pulling himself on his most flavoured canal the huge chest-

179.19 house of his elders (the Popapreta, and some navico, navvies!)

179.20 he had flickered up and flinnered down into a drug and drunkery

179.21 addict, growing megalomane of a loose past. This explains the

179.22 litany of septuncial lettertrumpets honorific, highpitched, erudite,

179.23 neoclassical,which he so loved as patricianly to manuscribe after

179.24 his name. It would have diverted,if ever seen,the shuddersome

179.25 spectacle of this semidemented zany amid the inspissated grime

179.26 of his glaucous den making believe to read his usylessly unread-

179.27 able Blue Book of Eccles, édition de ténèbres, (even yet sighs the

179.28 Most Different, Dr. Poindejenk, authorised bowdler and censor,

179.29 it can't be repeated!) turning over three sheets at a wind, telling

179.30 himself delightedly, no espellor mor so, that every splurge on the

179.31 vellum he blundered over was an aisling vision more gorgeous

179.32 than the one before t.i.t.s., a roseschelle cottage by the sea for

179.33 nothing for ever, a ladies tryon hosiery raffle at liberty, a sewer-

179.34 ful of guineagold wine with brancomongepadenopie and sick-

179.35 cylinder oysters worth a billion a bite, an entire operahouse

179.36 (there was to be stamping room only in the prompter's box and

180.01 everthemore his queque kept swelling) of enthusiastic noble-

180.02 women flinging every coronetcrimsoned stitch they had off at

180.03 his probscenium,one after the others, inamagoaded into ajustil-

180.04 loosing themselves, in their gaiety pantheomime, when, egad, sir,

180.05 acordant to all acountstrick, he squealed the topsquall im Deal

180.06 Lil Shemlockup Yellin (geewhiz, jew ear that far! soap ewer!

180.07 loutgout of sabaous! juice like a boyd!) for fully five minutes,in-

180.08 finitely better than Baraton Mc Gluckin with a scrumptious cocked

180.09 hat and three green, cheese and tangerine trinity plumes on the

180.10 right handle side of his amarellous head, a coat macfarlane (the

180.11 kerssest cut, you understand?) a sponiard's digger at his ribs,

180.12 (Alfaiate punxit) an azulblu blowsheet for his blousebosom

180.13 blossom and a dean's crozier that he won from Cardinal Lin-

180.14 dundarri and Cardinal Carchingarri and Cardinal Loriotuli and

180.15 Cardinal Occidentaccia (ah ho!) in the dearby darby doubled for

180.16 falling first over the hurdles, madam, in the odder hand, a.a.t.s.o.t.,

180.17 but what with the murky light, the botchy print, the tattered

180.18 cover, the jigjagged page, the fumbling fingers, the foxtrotting

180.19 fleas, the lieabed lice, the scum on his tongue, the drop in his

180.20 eye, the lump in his throat, the drink in his pottle, the itch in his

180.21 palm, the wail of his wind, the grief from his breath, the fog of

180.22 his mindfag, the buzz in his braintree, the tic of his conscience,

180.23 the height up his rage, the gush down his fundament, the fire

180.24 in his gorge, the tickle of his tail, the bane in his bullugs, the

180.25 squince in his suil, the rot in his eater, the ycho in his earer,

180.26 the totters of his toes, the tetters on his tumtytum, the rats in his

180.27 garret, the bats in his belfry, the budgerigars and bumbosolom

180.28 beaubirds, the hullabaloo and the dust in his ears since it took him

180.29 a month to steal a march he was hardset to mumorise more than

180.30 a word a week. Hake's haulin! Hook's fisk! Can you beat it?

180.31 Whawe! I say, can you bait it? Was there ever heard of such

180.32 lowdown blackguardism? Positively it woolies one to think

180.33 over it.

180.34 Yet the bumpersprinkler used to boast aloud alone to himself

180.35 with a haccent on it when Mynfadher was a boer constructor and

180.36 Hoy was a lexical student, parole, and corrected with the black-

181.01 board (trying to copy the stage Englesemen he broughts their

181.02 house down on, shouting: Bravure, surr Chorles! Letter purfect!

181.03 Culossal, Loose Wallor! Spache!) how he had been toed out of

181.04 all the schicker families of the klondykers from Pioupioureich,

181.05 Swabspays, the land of Nod, Shruggers' Country, Pension

181.06 Danubierhome and Barbaropolis, who had settled and stratified

181.07 in the capital city after its hebdomodary metropoliarchialisation

181.08 as sunblistered, moonplastered, gory, wheedling, joviale, litche-

181.09 rous and full, ordered off the gorgeous premises in most cases on

181.10 account of his smell which all cookmaids eminently objected to

181.11 as ressembling the bombinubble puzzo that welled out of the

181.12 pozzo. Instead of chuthoring those model households plain

181.13 wholesome pothooks (a thing he never possessed of his Nigerian

181.14 own) what do you think Vulgariano did but study with stolen

181.15 fruit how cutely to copy all their various styles of signature so as

181.16 one day to utter an epical forged cheque on the public for his own

181.17 private profit until, as just related, the Dustbin's United Scullery-

181.18 maid's and Househelp's Sorority, better known as Sluttery's

181.19 Mowlted Futt, turned him down and assisted nature by unitedly

181.20 shoeing the source of annoyance out of the place altogether and

181.21 taytotally on the heat of the moment, holding one another's

181.22 gonk (for no-one, hound or scrublady, not even the Turk, un-

181.23 greekable in purscent of the armenable, dared whiff the polecat

181.24 at close range) and making some pointopointing remarks as they

181.25 done so at the perfects of the Sniffey, your honour, aboon the

181.26 lyow why a stunk, mister.

181.27 [Jymes wishes to hear from wearers of abandoned female cos-

181.28 tumes, gratefully received, wadmel jumper, rather full pair of

181.29 culottes and onthergarmenteries, to start city life together. His

181.30 jymes is out of job, would sit and write. He has lately commited

181.31 one of the then commandments but she will now assist. Superior

181.32 built, domestic, regular layer. Also got the boot. He appreciates

181.33 it. Copies. ABORTISEMENT.]

181.34 One cannot even begin to post figure out a statuesquo ante

181.35 as to how slow in reality the excommunicated Drumcondriac,

181.36 nate Hamis, really was. Who can say how many pseudostylic

182.01 shamiana, how few or how many of the most venerated public

182.02 impostures, how very many piously forged palimpsests slipped

182.03 in the first place by this morbid process from his pelagiarist pen?

182.04 Be that as it may, but for that light phantastic of his gnose's

182.05 glow as it slid lucifericiously within an inch of its page (he would

182.06 touch at its from time to other, the red eye of his fear in

182.07 saddishness, to ensign the colours by the beerlitz in his mathness

182.08 and his educandees to outhue to themselves in the cries of girl-

182.09 glee: gember ! inkware ! chonchambre ! cinsero ! zinnzabar ! tinc-

182.10 ture and gin!) Nibs never would have quilled a seriph to

182.11 sheepskin. By that rosy lampoon's effluvious burning and with

182.12 help of the simulchronic flush in his pann (a ghinee a ghirk he

182.13 ghets there!) he scrabbled and scratched and scriobbled and

182.14 skrevened nameless shamelessness about everybody ever he met,

182.15 even sharing a precipitation under the idlish tarriers' umbrella

182.16 of a showerproof wall, while all over up and down the four

182.17 margins of this rancid Shem stuff the evilsmeller (who was

182.18 devoted to Uldfadar Sardanapalus) used to stipple endlessly

182.19 inartistic portraits of himself in the act of reciting old

182.20 Nichiabelli's monolook interyerear Hanno, o Nonanno, acce'l

182.21 brubblemm'as, ser Autore, q.e.d., a heartbreakingly handsome

182.22 young paolo with love lyrics for the goyls in his eyols, a plain-

182.23 tiff's tanner vuice, a jucal inkome of one hundred and thirtytwo

182.24 dranchmas per yard from Broken Hill stranded estate, Came-

182.25 breech mannings, cutting a great dash in a brandnew two guinea

182.26 dress suit and a burled hogsford hired for a Fursday evenin

182.27 merry pawty, anna loavely long pair of inky Italian moostarshes

182.28 glistering with boric vaseline and frangipani. Puh! How un-

182.29 whisperably so!

182.30 The house O'Shea or O'Shame, Quivapieno, known as the

182.31 Haunted Inkbottle, no number Brimstone Walk, Asia in Ireland,

182.32 as it was infested with the raps, with his penname SHUT sepia-

182.33 scraped on the doorplate and a blind of black sailcloth over its

182.34 wan phwinshogue, in which the soulcontracted son of the secret

182.35 cell groped through life at the expense of the taxpayers, dejected

182.36 into day and night with jesuit bark and bitter bite, calico-

183.01 hydrants of zolfor and scoppialamina by full and forty Queasi-

183.02 sanos, every day in everyone's way more exceeding in violent

183.03 abuse of self and others, was the worst, it is hoped, even in our

183.04 western playboyish world for pure mousefarm filth. You brag

183.05 of your brass castle or your tyled house in ballyfermont? Niggs,

183.06 niggs and niggs again. For this was a stinksome inkenstink, quite

183.07 puzzonal to the wrottel. Smatterafact, Angles aftanon browsing

183.08 there thought not Edam reeked more rare. My wud ! The warped

183.09 flooring of the lair and soundconducting walls thereof, to say

183.10 nothing of the uprights and imposts, were persianly literatured

183.11 with burst loveletters, telltale stories, stickyback snaps, doubtful

183.12 eggshells, bouchers, flints, borers, puffers, amygdaloid almonds,

183.13 rindless raisins, alphybettyformed verbage, vivlical viasses, om-

183.14 piter dictas, visus umbique, ahems and ahahs, imeffible tries at

183.15 speech unasyllabled, you owe mes, eyoldhyms, fluefoul smut,

183.16 fallen lucifers, vestas which had served, showered ornaments,

183.17 borrowed brogues, reversibles jackets, blackeye lenses, family

183.18 jars, falsehair shirts, Godforsaken scapulars, neverworn breeches,

183.19 cutthroat ties, counterfeit franks, best intentions, curried notes,

183.20 upset latten tintacks, unused mill and stumpling stones, twisted

183.21 quills, painful digests, magnifying wineglasses, solid objects cast

183.22 at goblins, once current puns, quashed quotatoes, messes of mot-

183.23 tage, unquestionable issue papers, seedy ejaculations, limerick

183.24 damns, crocodile tears, spilt ink, blasphematory spits, stale shest-

183.25 nuts, schoolgirl's, young ladies, milkmaids', washerwomen's,

183.26 shopkeepers' wives, merry widows', ex nuns', vice abbess's, pro

183.27 virgins', super whores', silent sisters', Charleys' aunts', grand-

183.28 mothers', mothers'-in-laws', fostermothers', godmothers' garters,

183.29 tress clippings from right, lift and cintrum, worms of snot,

183.30 toothsome pickings, cans of Swiss condensed bilk, highbrow

183.31 lotions, kisses from the antipodes, presents from pickpockets,

183.32 borrowed plumes, relaxable handgrips, princess promises, lees of

183.33 whine, deoxodised carbons, convertible collars, diviliouker

183.34 doffers, broken wafers, unloosed shoe latchets, crooked strait

183.35 waistcoats, fresh horrors from Hades, globules of mercury,

183.36 undeleted glete, glass eyes for an eye, gloss teeth for a tooth,

184.01 war moans, special sighs, longsufferings of longstanding, ahs ohs

184.02 ouis sis jas jos gias neys thaws sos, yeses and yeses and yeses, to

184.03 which, if one has the stomach to add the breakages, upheavals

184.04 distortions, inversions of all this chambermade music one stands,

184.05 given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the

184.06 whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder, self exiled in upon

184.07 his ego,a nightlong a shaking betwixtween white or reddr haw-

184.08 rors, noondayterrorised to skin and bone by an ineluctable phan-

184.09 tom (may the Shaper have mercery on him !) writing the mystery

184.10 of himsel in furniture.

184.11 Of course our low hero was a self valeter by choice of need so

184.12 up he got up whatever is meant by a stourbridge clay kitchen-

184.13 ette and lithargogalenu fowlhouse for the sake of akes (the

184.14 umpple does not fall very far from the dumpertree) which the

184.15 moromelodious jigsmith, in defiance of the Uncontrollable Birth

184.16 Preservativation (Game and Poultry) Act, playing lallaryrook

184.17 cookerynook, by the dodginess of his lentern, brooled and cocked

184.18 and potched in an athanor, whites and yolks and yilks and whotes

184.19 to the frulling fredonnance of Mas blanca que la blanca Hermana

184.20 and Amarilla, muy bien, with cinnamon and locusts and wild bees-

184.21 wax and liquorice and Carrageen moss and blaster of Barry's and

184.22 Asther's mess and Huster's micture and Yellownan's embrocation

184.23 and Pinkingtone's patty and stardust and sinner's tears, acuredent

184.24 to Sharadan's Art of Panning, chanting, for all regale to the like

184.25 of the legs he left behind with Litty fun Letty fan Leven, his

184.26 cantraps of fermented words, abracadabra calubra culorum, (his

184.27 oewfs à la Madame Gabrielle de l'Eglise, his avgs à la Mistress

184.28 B. de B. Meinfelde, his eiers Usquadmala à la pomme de ciel,

184.29 his uoves, oves and uves à la Sulphate de Soude, his ochiuri

184.30 sowtay sowmmonay a la Monseigneur, his soufflosion of oogs

184.31 with somekat on toyast à la Mère Puard, his Poggadovies alla

184.32 Fenella, his Frideggs à la Tricarême) in what was meant for a

184.33 closet (Ah ho! If only he had listened better to the four masters

184.34 that infanted him Father Mathew and Le Père Noble and Pastor

184.35 Lucas and Padre Aguilar —— not forgetting Layteacher Baudwin!

184.36 Ah ho!) His costive Satan's antimonian manganese limolitmious

185.01 nature never needed such an alcove so, when Robber and Mum-

185.02 sell, the pulpic dictators,on the nudgment of their legal advisers,

185.03 Messrs Codex and Podex, and under his own benefiction of their

185.04 pastor Father Flammeus Falconer, boycotted him of all mutton-

185.05 suet candles and romeruled stationery for any purpose, he winged

185.06 away on a wildgoup's chase across the kathartic ocean and made

185.07 synthetic ink and sensitive paper for his own end out of his wit's

185.08 waste. You ask, in Sam Hill, how? Let manner and matter of this

185.09 for these our sporting times be cloaked up in the language of

185.10 blushfed porporates that an Anglican ordinal, not reading his

185.11 own rude dunsky tunga, may ever behold the brand of scarlet

185.12 on the brow of her of Babylon and feel not the pink one in his

185.13 own damned cheek.

185.14 Primum opifex, altus prosator, ad terram viviparam et cuncti-

185.15 potentem sine ullo pudore nec venia, suscepto pluviali atque discinctis

185.16 perizomatis, natibus nudis uti nati fuissent, sese adpropinquans,

185.17 flens et gemens, in manum suam evacuavit (highly prosy, crap in his

185.18 hand, sorry!), postea, animale nigro exoneratus, classicum pulsans,

185.19 stercus proprium, quod appellavit deiectiones suas, in vas olim

185.20 honorabile tristitiae posuit, eodem sub invocatione fratrorum gemino-

185.21 rum Medardi et Godardi laete ac melliflue minxit,psalmum qui

185.22 incipit: Lingua mea calamus scribae velociter scribentis: magna voce

185.23 cantitans (did a piss, says he was dejected, asks to be exonerated),

185.24 demum ex stercore turpi cum divi Orionis iucunditate mixto, cocto,

185.25 frigorique exposito, encaustum sibi fecit indelibile (faked O'Ryan's,

185.26 the indelible ink).

185.27 Then, pious Eneas, conformant to the fulminant firman which

185.28 enjoins on the tremylose terrian that, when the call comes, he

185.29 shall produce nichthemerically from his unheavenly body a no

185.30 uncertain quantity of obscene matter not protected by copriright

185.31 in the United Stars of Ourania or bedeed and bedood and bedang

185.32 and bedung to him, with this double dye, brought to blood heat,

185.33 gallic acid on iron ore, through the bowels of his misery, flashly,

185.34 faithly, nastily, appropriately, this Esuan Menschavik and the first

185.35 till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only fools-

185.36 cap available, his own body, till by its corrosive sublimation one

186.01 continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all marry-

186.02 voising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he said,

186.03 reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable, trans-

186.04 accidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a divi-

186.05 dual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only,

186.06 mortal) but with each word that would not pass away the squid-

186.07 self which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world

186.08 waned chagreenold and doriangrayer in its dudhud. This exists

186.09 that isits after having been said we know. And dabal take dab-

186.10 nal! And the dal dabal dab aldanabal! So perhaps, agglaggagglo-

186.11 meratively asaspenking, after all and arklast fore arklyst on his

186.12 last public misappearance, circling the square, for the deathfête

186.13 of Saint Ignaceous Poisonivy, of the Fickle Crowd (hopon the

186.14 sexth day of Hogsober, killim our king, layum low !) and brandish-

186.15 ing his bellbearing stylo, the shining keyman of the wilds of

186.16 change, if what is sauce for the zassy is souse for the zazimas,the

186.17 blond cop who thought it was ink was out of his depth but

186.18 bright in the main.

186.19 Petty constable Sistersen of the Kruis-Kroon-Kraal it was, the

186.20 parochial watch, big the dog the dig the bog the bagger the

186.21 dugger the begadag degabug, who had been detailed from pollute

186.22 stoties to save him, this the quemquem, that the quum, from the

186.23 ligatureliablous effects of foul clay in little clots and mobmauling

186.24 on looks, that wrongcountered the tenderfoot an eveling near

186.25 the livingsmeansuniumgetherum, Knockmaree, Comty Mea, reel-

186.26 ing more to the right than he lurched to the left, on his way from

186.27 a protoprostitute (he would always have a (stp!) little pigeoness

186.28 somewhure with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt)

186.29 just as he was butting in rand the coyner of bad times under a

186.30 hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship

186.31 through his boardelhouse fongster, greeting for grazious oras

186.32 as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring?

186.33 Sergo, search me, the incapable reparteed with a selfevitant

186.34 subtlety so obviously spurious and, raising his hair, after the

186.35 grace, with the christmas under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser

186.36 and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a prance

187.01 of findingos, with a shillto shallto slipny stripny, in he skittled.

187.02 Swikey! The allwhite poors guardiant, pulpably of balltossic

187.03 stummung, was literally astundished over the painful sake, how

187.04 he burstteself, which he was gone to, where he intent to did he,

187.05 whether you think will, wherend the whole current of the after-

187.06 noon whats the souch of a surch hads of hits of hims, urged and

187.07 staggered thereto in his countryports at the caledosian capacity

187.08 for Lieutuvisky of the caftan's wineskin and even more so,

187.09 during, looking his bigmost astonishments, it was said him,

187.10 aschu, fun the concerned outgift of the dead med dirt, how that,

187.11 arrahbejibbers, conspuent to the dominical order and exking

187.12 noblish permish, he was namely coon at bringer at home two

187.13 gallonts,as per royal,full poultry till his murder. Nip up and nab

187.14 it!

187.15 Polthergeistkotzdondherhoploits ! Kick? What mother? Whose

187.16 porter? Which pair? Why namely coon? But our undilligence has

187.17 been plutherotested so enough of such porterblack lowneess, too

187.18 base for printink! Perpending that Putterick O'Purcell pulls the

187.19 coald stoane out of Winterwater's and Silder Seas sing for Harreng

187.20 our Keng,sept okt nov dez John Phibbs march! We cannot,in

187.21 mercy or justice nor on the lovom for labaryntos,stay here for

187.22 the residence of our existings,discussing Tamstar Ham of Ten-

187.23 man's thirst.

187.24 JUSTIUS (to himother): Brawn is my name and broad is my

187.25 nature and I've breit on my brow and all's right with every fea-

187.26 ture and I'll brune this bird or Brown Bess's bung's gone bandy.

187.27 I'm the boy to bruise and braise. Baus!

187.28 Stand forth, Nayman of Noland (for no longer will I follow

187.29 you obliquelike through the inspired form of the third person

187.30 singular and the moods and hesitensies of the deponent but ad-

187.31 dress myself to you, with the empirative of my vendettative, pro-

187.32 vocative and out direct), stand forth, come boldly, jolly me,

187.33 move me, zwilling though I am, to laughter in your true colours

187.34 ere you be back for ever till I give you your talkingto! Shem

187.35 Macadamson, you know me and I know you and all your she-

187.36 meries. Where have you been in the uterim, enjoying yourself

188.01 all the morning since your last wetbed confession? I advise you

188.02 to conceal yourself, my little friend, as I have said a moment

188.03 ago and put your hands in my hands and have a nightslong

188.04 homely little confiteor about things. Let me see. It is looking

188.05 pretty black against you, we suggest, Sheem avick. You will

188.06 need all the elements in the river to clean you over it all and a

188.07 fortifine popespriestpower bull of attender to booth.

188.08 Let us pry. We thought, would and did. Cur, quicquid, ubi,

188.09 quando, quomodo, quoties, quibus auxiliis? You were bred, fed,

188.10 fostered and fattened from holy childhood up in this two easter

188.11 island on the piejaw of hilarious heaven and roaring the other

188.12 place (plunders to night of you, blunders what's left of you, flash

188.13 as flash can!) and now, forsooth, a nogger among the blankards

188.14 of this dastard century, you have become of twosome twiminds

188.15 forenenst gods, hidden and discovered, nay, condemned fool,

188.16 anarch, egoarch, hiresiarch, you have reared your disunited king-

188.17 dom on the vacuum of your own most intensely doubtful soul.

188.18 Do you hold yourself then for some god in the manger, Sheho-

188.19 hem, that you will neither serve not let serve, pray nor let pray?

188.20 And here, pay the piety, must I too nerve myself to pray for the

188.21 loss of selfrespect to equip me for the horrible necessity of scan-

188.22 dalisang (my dear sisters, are you ready?) by sloughing off my

188.23 hope and tremors while we all swin together in the pool of So-

188.24 dom? I shall shiver for my purity while they will weepbig for

188.25 your sins. Away with covered words, new Solemonities for old

188.26 Badsheetbaths! That inharmonious detail, did you name it? Cold

188.27 caldor! Gee! Victory! Now, opprobro of underslung pipes,

188.28 johnjacobs, while yet an adolescent (what do I say?), while

188.29 still puerile in your tubsuit with buttonlegs,you got a hand-

188.30 some present of a selfraising syringe and twin feeders (you know,

188.31 Monsieur Abgott, in your art of arts, to your cost as well as I do

188.32 (and don't try to hide it) the penals lots I am now poking at) and

188.33 the wheeze sort of was you should (if you were as bould a stroke

188.34 now as the curate that christened you, sonny douth-the-candle!)

188.35 repopulate the land of your birth and count up your progeny by

188.36 the hungered head and the angered thousand but you thwarted

189.01 the wious pish of your cogodparents, soph, among countless

189.02 occasions of failing (for, said you, I will elenchate), adding to the

189.03 malice of your transgression, yes, and changing its nature, (you

189.04 see I have read your theology for you) alternating the morosity

189.05 of my delectations —— a philtred love, trysting by tantrums,

189.06 small peace in ppenmark —— with sensibility, sponsibility, passi-

189.07 bility and prostability, your lubbock's other fear pleasures of a

189.08 butler's life, even extruding your strabismal apologia, when

189.09 legibly depressed, upon defenceless paper and thereby adding to

189.10 the already unhappiness of this our popeyed world, scribblative!

189.11 —— all that too with cantreds of countless catchaleens, the man-

189.12 nish as many as the minneful, congested around and about you

189.13 for acres and roods and poles or perches, thick as the fluctuant

189.14 sands of Chalwador, accomplished women, indeed fully edu-

189.15 canded, far from being old and rich behind their dream of arri-

189.16 visme, if they have only their honour left, and not deterred by bad

189.17 weather when consumed by amorous passion, struggling to pos-

189.18 sess themselves of your boosh, one son of Sorge for all daughters

189.19 of Anguish, solus cum sola sive cuncties cum omnibobs (I'd have

189.20 been the best man for you, myself), mutely aying for hat natural

189.21 knot, debituary vases or vessels preposterous, for what would

189.22 not have cost you ten bolivars of collarwork or the price of one

189.23 ping pang, just a lilt, let us trillt, of the oldest song in the wooed

189.24 woodworld, (two-we! to-one!), accompanied by a plain gold

189.25 band! Hail! Hail! Highbosomheaving Missmisstress Morna of

189.26 the allsweetheartening bridemuredemeanour! Her eye's so glad-

189.27 some we'll all take shares in the ———— groom!

189.28 Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the nest

189.29 of evil in the bosom of a good word, you, who sleep at our vigil

189.30 and fast for our feast, you with your dislocated reason, have

189.31 cutely foretold, a jophet in your own absence, by blind poring

189.32 upon your many scalds and burns and blisters, impetiginous sore

189.33 and pustules, by the auspices of that raven cloud, your shade, and

189.34 by the auguries of rooks in parlament, death with every disaster,

189.35 the dynamitisation of colleagues, the reducing of records to

189.36 ashes, the levelling of all customs by blazes, the return of a lot

190.01 of sweetempered gunpowdered didst unto dudst but it never

190.02 stphruck your mudhead's obtundity (O hell, here comes our

190.03 funeral! O pest, I'll miss the post!) that the more carrots you

190.04 chop, the more turnips you slit, the more murphies you peel, the

190.05 more onions you cry over, the more bullbeef you butch, the

190.06 more mutton you crackerhack, the more potherbs you pound,

190.07 the fiercer the fire and the longer your spoon and the harder you

190.08 gruel with more grease to your elbow the merrier fumes your

190.09 new Irish stew.

190.10 O, by the way, yes,another thing occurs to me. You let me tell

190.11 you, with the utmost politeness, were very ordinarily designed,

190.12 your birthwrong was, to fall in with Plan, as our nationals

190.13 should, as all nationists must, and do a certain office (what, I will

190.14 not tell you) in a certain holy office (nor will I say where) during

190.15 certain agonising office hours (a clerical party all to yourself) from

190.16 such a year to such an hour on such and such a date at so and

190.17 so much a week pro anno (Guinness's, may I remind, were just

190.18 agulp for you, failing in which you might have taken the scales off

190.19 boilers like any boskop of Yorek) and do your little thruppenny

190.20 bit and thus earn from the nation true thanks, right here in our

190.21 place of burden, your bourne of travail and ville of tares, where

190.22 after a divine's prodigence you drew the first watergasp in your

190.23 life, from the crib where you once was bit to the crypt you'll

190.24 be twice as shy of, same as we, long of us, alone with the colt

190.25 in the curner, where you were as popular as an armenial with

190.26 the faithful, and you set fire to my tailcoat when I hold the

190.27 paraffin smoker under yours (I hope that chimney's clear) but,

190.28 slackly shirking both your bullet and your billet, you beat it

190.29 backwards like Boulanger from Galway (but he combed the grass

190.30 against his stride) to sing us a song of alibi, (the cuthone call over

190.31 the greybounding slowrolling amplyheaving metamorphoseous

190.32 that oozy rocks parapangle their preposters with) nomad, mooner

190.33 by lamplight, antinos, shemming amid everyone's repressed

190.34 laughter to conceal your scatchophily by mating, like a thorough-

190.35 paste prosodite, masculine monosyllables of the same numerical

190.36 mus, an Irish emigrant the wrong way out, sitting on your crooked

191.01 sixpenny stile, an unfrillfrocked quackfriar, you (will you for

191.02 the laugh of Scheekspair just help mine with the epithet?) semi-

191.03 semitic serendipitist, you (thanks, I think that describes you)

191.04 Europasianised Afferyank!

191.05 Shall we follow each others a steplonger, drowner of daggers,

191.06 whiles our liege, tilyet a stranger in the frontyard of his happi-

191.07 ness, is taking, (heal helper! one gob, one gap, one gulp and

191.08 gorger of all!) his refreshment?

191.09 There grew up beside you,amid our orisons of the speediest

191.10 in Novena Lodge, Novara Avenue, in Patripodium-am-Bummel,

191.11 oaf, outofwork, one remove from an unwashed savage, on his

191.12 keeping and in yours, (I pose you know why possum hides is

191.13 cause he haint the nogumtreeumption) that other, Immaculatus,

191.14 from head to foot, sir, that pure one, Altrues of other times,

191.15 he who was well known to celestine circles before he sped

191.16 aloft, our handsome young spiritual physician that was to be,

191.17 seducing every sense to selfwilling celebesty, the most winning

191.18 counterfeuille on our incomeshare lotetree, a chum of the

191.19 angelets, a youth those reporters so pettitily wanted as game-

191.20 fellow that they asked his mother for ittle earps brupper to

191.21 let him tome to Tindertarten, pease, and bing his scooter

191.22 long and 'tend they were all real brothers in the big justright

191.23 home where Dodd lives, just to teddyfy the life out of him

191.24 and pat and pass him one with other like musk from hand to

191.25 hand, that mothersmothered model, that goodlooker with not

191.26 a flaw whose spiritual toilettes were the talk of half the town, for

191.27 sunset wear and nightfallen use and daybroken donning and

191.28 nooncheon showing and the very thing for teasetime, but him

191.29 you laid low with one hand one fine May morning in the Meddle

191.30 of your Might, your bosom foe, because he mussed your speller

191.31 on you or because he cut a pretty figure in the focus of your

191.32 frontispecs (not one did you slay, no, but a continent!) to find

191.33 out how his innards worked !

191.34 Ever read of that greatgrand landfather of our visionbuilders,

191.35 Baaboo, the bourgeoismeister, who thought to touch both him-

191.36 mels at the punt of his risen stiffstaff and how wishywashy sank

192.01 the waters of his thought? Ever thought of that hereticalist Marcon

192.02 and the two scissymaidies and how bulkily he shat the Ructions

192.03 gunorrhal? Ever hear of that foxy, that lupo and that monkax

192.04 and the virgin heir of the Morrisons, eh, blethering ape?

192.05 Malingerer in luxury, collector general, what has Your Low-

192.06 ness done in the mealtime with all the hamilkcars of cooked

192.07 vegetables, the hatfuls of stewed fruit, the suitcases of coddled

192.08 ales, the Parish funds, me schamer, man, that you kittycoaxed so

192.09 flexibly out of charitable butteries by yowling heavy with a

191.10 hollow voice drop of your horrible awful poverty of mind so as

192.11 you couldn't even pledge a crown of Thorne's to pawn a coat

192.12 off Trevi's and as how you was bad no end, so you was, so whelp

192.13 you Sinner Pitre and Sinner Poule, with the chicken's gape and

192.14 pas mal de siècle, which, by the by, Reynaldo, is the ordinary

192.15 emetic French for grenadier's drip. To let you have your plank

192.16 and your bonewash (O the hastroubles you lost!), to give you

192.17 your pound of platinum and a thousand thongs a year (O, you

192.18 were excruciated, in honour bound to the cross of your own

192.19 cruelfiction !) to let you have your Sarday spree and holinight sleep

191.20 (fame would come to you twixt a sleep and a wake) and leave to

192.21 lie till Paraskivee and the cockcock crows for Danmark. (O

192.22 Jonathan, your estomach!) The simian has no sentiment secre-

192.23 tions but weep cataracts for all me, Pain the Shamman! Oft in

192.24 the smelly night will they wallow for a clutch of the famished

192.25 hand, I say, them bearded jezabelles you hired to rob you, while

192.26on your sodden straw impolitely you encored (Airish and naw-

192.27 boggaleesh!) those hornmade ivory dreams you reved of the

192.28 Ruth you called your companionate, a beauty from the bible, of

192.29 the flushpots of Euston and the hanging garments of Maryle-

192.30 bone. But the dormer moonshee smiled selene and the light-

192.31 throwers knickered: who's whinging we? Comport yourself,

192.32 you inconsistency! Where is that little alimony nestegg against

192.33 our predictable rainy day? Is it not the fact (gainsay me, cake-

192.34 eater!) that, while whistlewhirling your crazy elegies around

192.35 Templetombmount joyntstone, (let him pass, pleasegood-

192.36 jesusalem, in a bundle of straw, he was balbettised after hay-

193.01 making) you squandered among underlings the overload of

193.02 your extravagance and made a hottentot of dulpeners crawsick

193.03 with your crumbs? Am I not right? Yes? Yes? Yes? Holy wax

193.04 and holifer! Don't tell me, Leon of the fold, that you are not a

193.05 loanshark! Look up, old sooty, be advised by mux and take your

193.06 medicine. The Good Doctor mulled it. Mix it twice before re-

193.07 pastures and powder three times a day. It does marvels for your

193.08 gripins and it's fine for the solitary worm.

193.09 Let me finish! Just a little judas tonic, my ghem of all jokes, to

193.10 make you go green in the gazer. Do you hear what I'm seeing,

193.11 hammet? And remember that golden silence gives consent, Mr

193.12 Anklegazer! Cease to be civil, learn to say nay! Whisht! Come

193.13 here, Herr Studiosus, till I tell you a wig in your ear. We'll do a

193.14 whisper drive, for if the barishnyas got a twitter of it they'd tell

193.15 the housetops and then all Cadbury would go crackers. Look!

193.16 Do you see your dial in the rockingglass? Look well ! Bend down

193.17 a stigmy till I! It's secret! Iggri, I say, the booseleers! I had it

193.18 from Lamppost Shawe. And he had it from the Mullah. And Mull

193.19 took it from a Bluecoat schooler. And Gay Socks jot it from

193.20 Potapheu's wife. And Rantipoll tipped the wink from old Mrs

193.21 Tinbullet. And as for she was confussed by pro-Brother Thaco-

193.22 licus. And the good brother feels he would need to defecate

193.23 you. And the Flimsy Follettes are simply beside each other.

193.24 And Kelly, Kenny and Keogh are up up and in arms. That a

193.25 cross may crush me if I refuse to believe in it. That I may rock

193.26 anchor through the ages if I hope it's not true. That the host

193.27 may choke me if I beneighbour you without my charity! Sh!

193.28 Shem, you are. Sh! You are mad!

193.29 He points the deathbone and the quick are still. Insomnia,

193.30 somnia somniorum. Awmawm.

193.31 MERCIUS (of hisself): Domine vopiscus! My fault, his fault,

193.32 a kingship through a fault! Pariah, cannibal Cain, I who oathily

193.33 forswore the womb that bore you and the paps I sometimes

193.34 sucked, you who ever since have been one black mass of jigs and

193.35 jimjams, haunted by a convulsionary sense of not having been

193.36 or being all that I might have been or you meant to becoming,

194.01 bewailing like a man that innocence which I could not defend

194.02 like a woman, lo,you there, Cathmon-Carbery, and thank Movies

194.03 from the innermost depths of my still attrite heart,Wherein

194.04 the days of youyouth are evermixed mimine, now ere the comp-

194.05 line hour of being alone athands itself and a puff or so before

194.06 we yield our spiritus to the wind, for (though that royal one

194.07 has not yet drunk a gouttelette from his consummation and the

194.08 flowerpot on the pole, the spaniel pack and their quarry, retainers

194.09 and the public house proprietor have not budged a millimetre

194.10 and all that has been done has yet to be done and done again,

194.11 when's day's woe, and lo, you're doomed, joyday dawns and,

194.12 la, you dominate) it is to you, firstborn and firstfruit of woe, to

194.13 me, branded sheep, pick of the wasterpaperbaskel, by the

194.14 tremours of Thundery and Ulerin's dogstar, you alone, wind-

194.15 blasted tree of the knowledge of beautiful andevil, ay, clothed

194.16 upon with the metuor and shimmering like the horescens, astro-

194.17 glodynamonologos, the child of Nilfit's father, blzb, to me

194.18 unseen blusher in an obscene coalhole, the cubilibum of your

194.19 secret sigh, dweller in the downandoutermost where voice only

194.20 of the dead may come, because ye left from me, because ye

194.21 laughed on me, because, O me lonly son, ye are forgetting me!,

194.22 that our turfbrown mummy is acoming, alpilla, beltilla, ciltilla,

194.23 deltilla, running with her tidings, old the news of the great big

194.24 world, sonnies had a scrap, woewoewoe! bab's baby walks at

194.25 seven months, waywayway ! bride leaves her raid at Punchestime,

194.26 stud stoned before a racecourseful, two belles that make the

194.27 one appeal, dry yanks will visit old sod, and fourtiered skirts

194.28 are up, mesdames, while Parimiknie wears popular short legs,

194.29 and twelve hows to mix a tipsy wake, did ye hear, colt Cooney?

194.30 did ye ever, filly Fortescue? with a beck, with a spring, all her

194.31 rillringlets shaking, rocks drops in her tachie, tramtokens in

194.32her hair, all waived to a point and then all inuendation, little

194.33 oldfashioned mummy, little wonderful mummy, ducking under

194.34 bridges, bellhopping the weirs, dodging by a bit of bog, rapid-

194.35 shooting round the bends, by Tallaght's green hills and the

194.36 pools of the phooka and a place they call it Blessington and

195.01 slipping sly by Sallynoggin, as happy as the day is wet, bab-

195.02 bling, bubbling, chattering to herself, deloothering the fields on

195.04 their elbows leaning with the sloothering slide of her, giddy-

195.05 gaddy, grannyma, gossipaceous Anna Livia.

195.06 He lifts the lifewand and the dumb speak.

195.07 — Quoiquoiquoiquoiquoiquoiquoiq!