Keep it in the Family, boy

by avengerofsock

Hank and Bobby go out on a father and son camping trip. Deep in the woods they form a deep, passionate relationship that nobody could ever understand. They hide their love from the world, in fear of prosecution. Then everything changes when Peggy comes home from substitute teaching early and finds out the truth that has been hidden from her.

14. Chapter 14

Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, next halted to fetch a

breath,the first cothurminous leg of his nightstride being pulled through, and

to loosen (let God's son now be looking down on the poor preambler!) both of his

bruised brogues that were plainly made a good bit before his hosen were, at the

weir by Lazar's Walk (for far and wide, as large as he was lively, was he noted

for his humane treatment of any kind of abused footgear), a matter of maybe nine

score or so barrelhours distance off as truly he merited to do. He was there,

you could planemetrically see, when I took a closer look at him, that was to

say, (gracious helpings, at this rate of growing our cotted child of yestereve

will soon fill space and burst in systems, so speeds the instant!) amply altered

for the brighter, though still the graven image of his squarer self as he was

used to be, perspiring but happy notwithstanding his foot was still asleep on

him, the way he thought, by the holy januarious, he had a bullock's hoof in his

buskin, with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untranscended, bigmouthed

poesther, propped up, restant, against a butterblond warden of the peace, one

comestabulish Sigurdsen, (and where a better than such exsearfaceman to rest

from roving the laddyown he bootblacked?) who, buried upright like the Osbornes,

kozydozy, had tumbled slumbersomely on sleep at night duty behind the curing

station, equilebriated amid the embracings of a monopolized bottle.

Now, there were as many as twentynine hedge daughters out of Benent Saint

Berched's national nightschool (for they seemed to remember how it was still a

once-upon-a-four year) learning their antemeridian lesson of life, under its

tree, against its warning, beseated, as they were, upon the brinkspondy,

attracted to the rarerust sight of the first human yellowstone landmark (the

bear, the boer, the king of all boors, sir Humphrey his knave we met on the

moors!) while they paddled away, keeping time magnetically with their eight and

fifty pedalettes, playing foolufool jouay allo misto posto, O so jaonickally,

all barely in their typtap teens, describing a charming dactylogram of nocturnes

though repelled by the snores of the log who looked stuck to the sod as ever and

oft, when liquefied, (vil!) he murmoaned abasourdly in his Dutchener's native,

visibly unmoved, over his treasure trove for the crown: Dotter dead bedstead

mean diggy smuggy flasky!

Jaun (after he had in the first place doffed a hat with a reinforced crown and

bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise of goodwill girls on their best

beehiviour who all they were girls all rushing sowarmly for the post as buzzy as

sie could bie to read his kisshands, kittering all about, rushing and making a

tremendous girlsfuss over him pellmale, their jeune premier and his rosyposy

smile, mussing his frizzy hair and the golliwog curls of him, all, but that one;

Finfria's fairest, done in loveletters like a trayful of cloudberry tartlets

(ain't they fine, mighty, mighty fine and honoured?) and smilingly smelling,

pair and pair about, broad by bread and slender to slimmer, the nice perfumios

that came cunvy peeling off him (nice!) which was angelic simply, savouring of

wild thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs (O nice!) and feeling his full

fat pouch for him so tactily and jingaling his jellybags for, though he looked a

young chapplie of sixtine, they could frole by his manhood that he was just the

killingest ladykiller all by kindness, now you, Jaun, asking kindlily (hillo,

missies!) after their howareyous at all with those of their dollybegs (and

where's Agatha's lamb? and how are Bernadetta's columbillas? and Juliennaw's

tubberbunnies? and Eulalina's tuggerfunnies?) he next went on (finefeelingfit!)

to drop a few stray remarks anent their personal appearances and the contrary

tastes displayed in their tight kittycasques and their smart frickyfrockies,

asking coy one after sloy one had she read Irish legginds and gently reproving

one that the ham of her hom could be seen below her hem and whispering another

aside, as lavariant, that the hook of her hum was open a bittock at her back to

have a sideeye to that, hom, (and all of course just to fill up a form out of

pure human kindness and in a sprite of fun) for Jaun, by the way, was by the way

of becoming (I think, I hope he was) the most purely human being that ever was

called man, loving all up and down the whole creation from Sampson's tyke to

Jones's sprat and from the King of all Wrenns down to infuseries) Jaun, after

those few prelimbs made out through his eroscope the apparition of his fond

sister Izzy for he knowed his love by her waves of splabashing and she showed

him proof by her way of blabushing nor could he forget her so tarnelly easy as

all that since he was brotherbesides her benedict godfather and heaven knows he

thought the world and his life of her sweet heart could buy, (brao!) poor, good,

true, Jaun!

- Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express cordiality, marked by

clearance of diction and general delivery, as he began to take leave of his

scolastica at once so as to gain time with deep affection, we honestly believe

you sorely will miss us the moment we exit yet we feel as a martyr to the

dischurch of all duty that it is about time, by Great Harry, we would shove off

to stray on our long last journey and not be the load on ye. This is the gross

proceeds of your teachings in which we were raised, you, sis, that used to write

to us the exceeding nice letters for presentation and would be telling us anun

(full well do we wont to recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of homespinning and

derringdo and dieobscure and daddyho, these tales which reliterately whisked off

our heart so narrated by thou, gesweest, to perfection, our pet pupil of the

whole rhythmetic class and the mainsay of our erigenal house,the time we

younkers twain were fairly tossing ourselves (O Phoebus! O Pollux!) in bed,

having been laid up with Castor's oil on the Parrish's syrup (the night we will

remember) for to share our hard suite of affections with thee.

I rise, O fair assemblage! Andcommincio. Now then, after this introit of

exordium, my galaxy girls, quiproquo of directions to henservants I was asking

his advice on the strict T.T. from Father Mike, P.P., my orational dominican and

confessor doctor, C.C.D.D. (buy the birds, he was saying as he yerked me under

the ribs sermon in an offrand way and confidence petween peas like ourselves in

soandso many nuncupiscent words about how he had been confarreating teat-a-teat

with two viragos intactas about what an awful life he led, poorish priced,

uttering mass for a coppall of geldings and what a lawful day it was, there and

then, for a consommation with an effusion and how, by all the manny larries ate

pignatties, how, hell in tunnels, he'd marry me any old buckling time as flying

quick as he'd look at me) and I am giving youth now again in words of style

byaway of offertory hisand mikeadvice, an it place the person, as ere he retook

him to his cure, those verbs he said to me. From above. The most eminent bishop

titular of Dubloonik to all his purtybusses in Dellabelliney.

Comeallyedimseldamsels, siddle down and lissle all! Follow me close! Keep me in

view! Understeady me saries! Which is to all practising massoeurses from a

preaching freer and be a gentleman without a duster before a parlourmade without

a spitch. Now. During our brief apsence from this furtive feugtig season adhere

to as many as probable of the ten commandments. touching purgations and

indulgences and in the long run they will prove for your better guidance along

your path of right of way. Where the lisieuse are we and what's the first sing

to be sung? Is it rubrics, mandarimus, pasqualines, or verdidads is in it, or

the bruiselivid indecores of estreme voyoulence and, for the lover of lithurgy,

bekant or besant, where's the fate's to be wished for? Several sindays after

whatsintime. I'll sack that sick server the minute I bless him. That's the mokst

I can do for his grapce. Economy of movement, axe why said. I've a hopesome's

choice if I chouse of all the sinkts in the colander. From the com mon for

ignitious Purpalume to the proper of Francisco Ultramare, last of scorchers,

third of snows, in terrorgammons howdydos. Here she's, is a bell, that's wares

in heaven, virginwhite, Undetrigesima, vikissy manonna. Doremon's! The same or

similar to be kindly observed within the affianced dietcess of Gay O'Toole and

Gloamy Gwenn du Lake (Danish spoken!) from Manducare Monday up till farrier's

siesta in china dominos. Words taken in triumph, my sweet assistance, from the

sufferant pen of our jocosus inkerman militant of the reed behind the ear.

Never miss your lostsomewhere mass for the couple in Myles you butrose to

brideworship. Never hate mere pork which is bad for your knife of a good friday.

Never let a hog of the howth trample underfoot your linen of Killiney. Never

play lady's game for the Lord's stake. Never lose your heart away till you win

his diamond back. Make a strong point of never kicking up your rumpus over the

scroll end of sofas in the Dar Bey Coll Cafeteria by tootling risky apropos

songs at commercial travellers' smokers for their Columbian nights

entertainments the like of White limbs they never stop teasing or Minxy was a

Manxmaid when Murry wor a Man. And, by the bun, is it you goes bisbuiting His

Esaus and Cos and then throws them bag in the box? Why the tin's nearly empty.

First thou shalt not smile. Twice thou shalt not love. Lust, thou shalt not

commix idolatry. Hip confiners help compunction. Never park your brief stays in

the men's convenience. Never clean your buttoncups with your dirty pair of

sassers. Never ask his first person where's your quickest cut to our last place.

Never let the promising hand usemake free of your oncemaid sacral. The soft side

of the axe! A coil of cord, a colleen coy, a blush on a bush turned first man's

laughter into wailful moither. O foolish cuppled! Ah, dice's error! Never dip in

the ern while you've browsers on your suite. Never slip the silver key through

your gate of golden age. Collide with man, collude with money. Ere you sail

foreget my prize. Where you truss be circumspicious and look before you leak,

dears. Never christen medlard apples till a swithin is in sight. Wet your

thistle where a weed is and you'll rue it,despyneedis. Especially beware please

of being at a party to any demoralizing home life. That saps a chap. Keep cool

faith in the firm, have warm hoep in the house and begin frem athome to be chary

of charity. Where it is nobler in the main to supper than the boys and errors of

outrager's virtue. Give back those stolen kisses; restaure those allcotten

glooves. Recollect the yella perals that all too often beset green gerils,

Rhidarhoda and Daradora, once they gethobbyhorsical, playing breeches parts for

Bessy Sudlow in fleshcoloured pantos instead of earthing down in the coalhole

trying to boil the big gun's dinner. Leg-before-Wicked lags-behindWall where

here Mr Whicker whacked a great fall. Femorafamilla feeled it a candleliked but

Hayes, Conyngham and Erobinson sware it's an egg. Forglim mick aye! Stay,

forestand and tillgive it! Remember the biter's bitters I shed the vigil I

buried our Harlotte Quai from poor Mrs Mangain's of Britain Court on the feast

of Marie Maudlin. Ah, who would wipe her weeper dry and lead her to the halter?

Sold in her heyday, laid in the straw, bought for one puny petunia. Moral: if

you can't point a lily get to henna out of here! Put your swell foot foremost on

foulardy pneumonia shertwaists, irriconcilible with true fiminin risirvition and

ribbons of lace, limenick's disgrace. Sure, what is it on the whole only holes

tied together,the merest and transparent washingtones to make Languid Lola's

lingery longer? Scenta Clauthes stiffstuffs your hose and heartsies full of

temptiness. Vanity flee and Verity fear! Diobell! Whalebones and buskbutts may

hurt you (thwackaway thwuck!) but never lay bare your breast secret (dickette's

place!) to joy a Jonas in the Dolphin's Barncar with your meetual fan, Doveyed

Covetfilles, comepulsing paynattention spasms between the averthisment for

Ulikah's wine and a pair of pulldoors of the old cupiosity shape. There you'll

fix your eyes darkled on the autocart of the bringfast cable but here till youre

martimorphysed please sit still face to face. For if the shorth of your skorth

falls down to his knees pray how wrong will he look till he rises? Not before

Gravesend is commuted. But now reappears Autist Algy, the pulcherman and

would-do performer, oleas Mr Smuth, stated by the vice crusaders to be well

known to all the dallytaunties in and near the ciudad of Buellas Arias, taking

you to the playguehouse to see the Smirching of Venus and asking with whispered

offers in a very low bearded voice, with a nice little tiny manner and in a very

nice little tony way, won't you be an artist's moral and pose in your nudies as

a local esthetic before voluble old masters, introducing you, left to right the

party comprises, to hogarths like Bottisilly and Titteretto and Vergognese and

Coraggio with their extrahand Mazzaccio, plus the usual bilker's dozen of

dowdycameramen. And the volses of lewd Buylan, for innocence! And the

phyllisophies of Bussup Bulkeley. O, the frecklessness of the giddies

nouveautays ! There's many's the icepolled globetopper is haunted by the hottest

spot under his equator like Ramrod, the meaty hunter, always jaeger for a

thrust. The back beautiful, the undraped divine! And Suzy's Moedl's with their

Blue Danuboyes! All blah! Viper's vapid vilest! Put off the old man at the very

font and get right on with the nutty sparker round the back. Slip your oval out

of touch and let the paravis be your goal. Up leather, Prunella, convert your

try ! Stick wicks in your earshells when you hear the prompter's voice. Look on

a boa in his beauty and you'll never more wear your strawberry leaves. Rely on

the relic. What bondman ever you bind on earth I'll be bound 'twas combined in

hemel. Keep airly hores and the worm is yores. Dress the pussy for her nighty

and follow her piggytails up their way to Winkyland. See little poupeep she's

firsht ashleep. After having sat your poetries and you know what happens when

chine throws over jupan. Go to doss with the poulterer, you understand, and

shake up with the milchmand. The Sully van vultures are on the prowl. And the

hailies fingringmaries. Tobaccos tabu and toboggan's a back seat. Secret

satieties and onanymous letters make the great unwatched as bad as their

betters. Don't on any account acquire a paunchon for that alltoocommon fagbutt

habit of frequenting and chumming together with the braces of couples in Mr

Tunnelly's hallways (smash it) wriggling with lowcusses and cockchafers and

vamps and rodants, with the end to commit acts of interstipital indecency as

between twineties and tapegarters. fingerpats on fondlepets, under the couvrefeu

act. It's the thin end; wedge your steps! Your high powered hefty hoyden thinks

nothing of ramping through a whole suite of smokeless husbands. Three minutes

I'm counting you. Woooooon. No triching now! Give me that when I tell you!

Ragazza ladra.! And is that any place to be smuggling his madam's apples up?

Deceitful jade. Gee wedge! Begor, I like the way they're half cooked. Hold,

flay, grill, fire that laney feeling for kosenkissing disgenically within the

proscribed limits like Population Peg on a hint or twim clandestinely does be

doing to Temptation Tom, atkings questions in barely and snakking svarewords

like a nursemagd. While there's men-a'war on the say there'll be loves-o'women

on the do. Love through the usual channels, cisternbrothelly, when properly

disinfected and taken neat in the generable way upon retiring to roost in the

company of a husband-in-law or other respectable relative of an apposite sex,

not love that leads by the nose as I foresmellt but canalised love, you

understand, does a felon good, suspiciously if he has a slugger's liver but I

cannot belabour the point too ardently (and after the lessions of experience I

speak from inspiration) that fetid spirits is the thief of prurities, so none of

your twenty rod cherrywhisks, me daughter! At the Cat and Coney or the Spotted

Dog. And at 2bis Lot's Road. When parties get tight for each other they lose all

respect together. By the stench of her fizzle and the glib of her gab know the

drunken draggletail Dublin drab. You'll pay for each bally sorraday night every

billing sumday morning. When the night is in May and the moon shines might. We

won't meeth in Navan till you try to give the Kellsfrieclub the goby. Hill or

hollow, Hull or Hague ! And beware how you dare of wet cocktails in Kildare or

the same may see your wedding driving home from your wake. Mades of ashens when

you flirt spoil the lad but spare his shirt! Lay your lilylike long his shoulder

but buck back if he buts bolder and just hep your homely hop and heed no horning

but if you've got some brainy notion to raise cancan and rouse commotion I'll be

apt to flail that tail for you till it's borning. Let the love ladleliked at the

eye girde your gastricks in the gym. Nor must you omit to screw the lid firmly

on that jazz jiggery and kick starts. Bumping races on the flat and point to

point over obstacles. Ridewheeling that acclivisciously up windy Rutland Rise

and insighting rebellious northers before the saunter of the city of Dunlob.

Then breretonbiking on the free with your airs of go-be-dee and your heels upon

the handlebars. Berrboel brazenness! No, before your corselage rib is

decartilaged, that is to mean if you have visceral ptossis, my point is, making

allowances for the fads of your weak abdominal wall and your liver asprewl,

vinvin, vinvin, or should you feel, in shorts, as though you needed healthy

physicking exorcise to flush your kidneys, you understand, and move that

twelffinger bowel and threadworm inhibitating it, lassy, and perspire freely,

lict your lector in the lobby and why out you go by the ostiary on to the dirt

track and skip ! Be a sportive. Deal with Nature the great greengrocer and pay

regularly the monthlies. Your Punt's Perfume's only in the hatpinny shop beside

the reek of the rawny. It's more important than air - I mean than eats - air

(Oop, I never open momouth but I pack mefood in it) and promotes that natural

emotion. Stamp out bad eggs. Why so many puddings prove disappointing, as

Dietician says, in Creature Comforts Causeries, and why so much soup is so muck

slop. If we could fatten on the elizabeetons we wouldn't have teeth like the

hippopotamians. However. Likewise if I were in your envelope shirt I'd keep my

weathereye well cocked open for your furnished lodgers paying for their feed on

tally with company and piano tunes. Only stuprifying yourself! The too friendly

friend sort, Mazourikawitch or some other sukinsin of a vitch, who he's kommen

from olt Pannonia on this porpoise whom sue stooderin about the maul and femurl

artickles and who mix himself so at home mid the musik and spanks the ivory that

lovely for this your Mistro Melosiosus MacShine MacShane may soon prove your

undoing and bane through the succeeding years of rain should you, whilst Jaun is

from home, get used to basking in his loverslowlap, inordinately clad,

moustacheteasing, when closehended together behind locked doors, kissing

steadily, (malbongusta, it's not the thing you know!) with the calfloving

selfseeker, under the influence of woman, inching up to you, disarranging your

modesties and fumblingwith his forte paws in your bodice after your billy doos

twy as a first go off (take care, would you stray and split on me!) and going on

doing his idiot every time you gave him his chance to get thick and play

pigglywiggly, making much of you, bilgetalking like a ditherer, gougouzoug,

about your glad neck and the round globe and the white milk and the red

raspberries (O horrifier !) and prying down furthermore to chance his lucky arm

with his pregnant questions up to our past lives. What has that caught to sing

with him? The next fling you'll be squitting on the Tubber Nakel, pouring

pitchers to the well for old Gloatsdane's glorification and the postequities of

the Black Watch, peeping private from the Bush and Rangers. And our local

busybody, talker-go-bragk. Worse again! Off of that praying fan on to them

priars ! It would be a whorable state of affairs altogether for the

redcolumnists of presswritten epics, Peter Paragraph and Paulus Puff, (I'm

keepsoaking them to cover my concerts) to get ahold of for their balloons and

shoot you private by surprise, considering the marriage slump that's on this oil

age and pulexes three shillings a pint and wives at six and seven when domestic

calamities belame par and newlaids bellow mar for the twenty twotoosent time

thwealthy took thousands in the slack march of civilisation were you, becoming

guilty of unleckylike intoxication to have and to hold, to pig and to pay direct

connection, qua intervener,with a prominent married member of the vicereeking

squad and,in consequence of the thereinunder subpenas,be flummoxed to the second

degree by becoming a detestificated companykeeper on the dammymonde of

Lucalamplight. Anything but that, for the fear and love of gold! Once and for

all, I'll have no college swankies (you see, I am well voiced in love's arsenal

and all its overtures from collion boys to colleen bawns so I have every reason

to know that rogues' gallery of nightbirds and bitchfanciers, lucky duffs and

light lindsays, haughty hamiltons and gay gordons, dosed, doctored and

otherwise, messing around skirts and what their fickling intentions look like,

you make up your mind to that) trespassing on your danger zone in the dancer

years. If ever I catch you at it, mind, it's you that will cocottch it! I'll

tackle you to feel if you have a few devils in you. Holy gun, I'll give it to

you, hot, high and heavy before you can say sedro! Or may the maledictions of

Lousyfear fall like nettlerash on the white friar's father that converted from

moonshine the fostermother of the first nancyfree that ran off after the

trumpadour that mangled Moore's melodies and so upturned the tubshead of the

stardaft journalwriter to inspire the prime finisher to fellhim the firtree out

of which Cooper Funnymore planed the flat of the beerbarrel on which my

grandydad's lustiest sat his seat of unwisdom with my tante's petted sister for

the cause of his joy! Amene.

Poof! There's puff for ye, begor, and planxty of it, all abound me breadth! Glor

galore and glory be! As broad as its lung and as long as a line! The valiantine

vaux of Venerable Val Vousdem. If my jaws must brass away like the due drops on

my lay. And the topnoted delivery you'd expected be me invoice! Theo Dunnohoo's

warning from Daddy O'Dowd. Whoo? What I'm wondering to myselfwhose for there's a

strong tendency, to put it mildly,by making me the medium. I feel spirts of

itchery outching out from all over me and only for the sludgehummer's force in

my hand to hold them the darkens alone knows what'll who'll be saying of next.

However. Now, before my upperotic rogister, something nice. Now? Dear Sister, in

perfect leave again I say take a brokerly advice and keep it to yourself that

we, Jaun, first of our name here now make all receptacles of,free of price.

Easy, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. No cheekacheek with

chipperchapper, you and your last mashboy and the padre in the pulpbox

enumerating you his nostrums. Be vacillant over those vigilant who would leave

you to belave black on white. Close in for psychical hijiniks as well but fight

shy of mugpunters. I'd burn the books that grieve you and light an allassundrian

bom pyre that would suffragate Tome Plyfire or Zolfanerole. Perousse instate

your Weekly Standerd, our verile organ that is ethelred by all pressdom. Apply

your five wits to the four verilatest. The Arsdiken's An Traitey on Miracula or

Viewed to Death by a Priest Hunter is still first in the field despite the

castle bar, William Archer's a rompan good cathalogue and he'll give you a riser

on the route to our nazional labronry. Skim over Through Hell with the Papes

(mostly boys) by the divine comic Denti Alligator (exsponging your index) and

find a quip in a quire arisus aream from bastardtitle to fatherjohnson. Swear

aloud by pious fiction the like of Lentil Lore by Carnival Cullen or that Percy

Wynns of our S. J. Finn's or Pease in Plenty by the Curer of Wars, licensed and

censered by our most picturesque prelates, Their Graces of Linzen and Petitbois,

bishops of Hibernites, licet ut lebanus, for expansion on the promises, the two

best sells on the market this luckiest year, set up by Gill the father, put out

by Gill the son and circulating disimally at Gillydehooly's Cost. Strike up a

nodding acquaintance for our doctrine with the works of old Mrs Trot, senior,

and Manoel Canter, junior, and Loper de Figas, nates maximum. I used to follow

Mary Liddlelambe's flitsy tales, espicially with the scentaminted sauce. Sifted

science will do your arts good. Egg Laid by Former Cock and With Flageolettes in

Send Fanciesland. Chiefly girls. Trip over sacramental tea into the long lives

of our saints and saucerdotes, with vignettes, cut short into instructual

primers by those in authority for the bittermint of your soughts. Forfet not the

palsied. Light a match for poor old Contrabally and send some balmoil for the

schizmatics. A hemd in need is aye a friendly deed. Remember, maid, thou dust

art powder but Cinderella thou must return (what are you robbing her sleeve for,

Ruby? And pull in your tongue, Polly!). Cog that out of your teen times,

everyone. The lad who brooks no breaches lifts the lass that toffs a tailor. How

dare ye be laughing out of your mouthshine at the lack of that? Keep cool your

fresh chastity which is far better far. Sooner than part with that vestalite

emerald of the first importance, descended to me by far from our family, which

you treasure up so closely where extremes meet, nay, mozzed lesmended, rather

let the whole ekumene universe belong to merry Hal and do whatever his Mary well

likes. When the gong goes for hornets-two-nest marriage step into your harness

and strip off that nullity suit. Faminy, hold back! For the race is to the

rashest of, the romping, jomping rushes of. Haul Seton's down, black, green and

grey, and hoist Mikealy's whey and sawdust. What's overdressed if underclothed?

Poposht forstake me knot where there's white lets ope. Whisht! Blesht she that

walked with good Jook Humprey for he made her happytight. Go! You can down all

the dripping you can dumple to, and buffkid scouse too ad libidinum, in these

lassitudes if you've parents and things to look after. That was what stuck to

the Comtesse Cantilene while she was sticking out Mavis Toffeelips to feed her

soprannated huspals, and it is henceforth associated with her names. La

Dreeping! Die Droopink! The inimitable in puresuet of the inevitable! There's

nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless she'd care for a mouthpull of white

pudding for the wish is on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so

when you pet the rollingpin write my name on the pie. Guard that gem, Sissy,

rich and rare, ses he. In this cold old worold who'll feel it? Hum! The jewel

you're all so cracked about there's flitty few of them gets it for there's

nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to match it. Sing him a ring.

Touch me low. And I'll lech ye so, my soandso. Show and show. Show on show. She.

Shoe. Shone.

Divulge, sjuddenly jouted out hardworking Jaun, kicking the console to his

double and braying aloud like Brahaam's ass, and, as his voixehumanar swelled to

great, clenching his manlies, so highly strong was he, man, and gradually quite

warming to her (there must have been a power of kinantics in that buel of gruel

he gobed at bedgo) divorce into me and say the curname in undress (if you get

into trouble with a party you are not likely to forget his appearance either) of

any lapwhelp or sleevemongrel who talks to you upon the road where he tuck you

to be a roller, O, (the goattanned saxopeeler upshotdown chigs peel of him!) and

volunteers to trifle with your roundlings for profferred glass and dough, the

marrying hand that his leisure repents of, without taking out his proper

password from the eligible ministriss for affairs with the black fremdling, that

enemy of our country, in a cleanlooking light and I don't care a tongser's

tammany hang who the mucky is nor twoo hoots in the corner nor three shouts on a

hill (were he even a constantineal namesuch of my very own, Attaboy Knowling,

and like enoch to my townmajor ancestors, the two that are taking out their

divorces in the Spooksbury courts circuits, Rere Uncle Remus, the Baas of

Eboracum and Old Father Ulissabon Knickerbocker, the lanky sire of

Wolverhampton, about their bristelings), but as true as there's a soke for sakes

in Twoways Peterborough and sure as home we come to newsky prospect from west

the wave on schedule time (if I came any quicker I'll be right back before I

left) from the land of breach of promise with Brendan's mantle whitening the

Kerribrasilian sea and March's pebbles spinning from beneath our footslips to

carry fire and sword, rest insured that as we value the very name in sister that

as soon as we do possibly it will be a poor lookout for that insister. He's a

markt man from that hour. And why do we say that, you may query me? Quary?

Guess! Call'st thou? Think and think and think, I urge on you. Muffed! The wrong

porridge. You are an ignoratis! Because then probably we'll dumb well soon show

him what the Shaun way is like how we'll go a long way towards breaking his

outsider's face for him for making up to you with his bringthee balm of Gaylad

and his singthee songs of Arupee, chancetrying my ward's head into sanctuary

before feeling with his two dimensions for your nuptial dito. Ohibow, if I was

Blonderboss I'd gooandfrighthisdualman! Now, we'll tell you what we'll do to be

sicker instead of compensation. We'll he'll burst our his mouth like Leary to

the Leinsterface and reduce he'll we'll ournhisn liniments to a poolp. Open the

door softly, somebody wants you, dear! You'll hear him calling you, bump, like a

blizz, in the muezzin of the turkest night. Come on now, pillarbox! I'll stiffen

your scribeall, broken reed! That'll be it, grand operoar style, even should I,

with my sleuts of hogpew and cheekas, have to coomb the brash of the libs round

Close Saint Patrice to lay my louseboob on his behaitch like solitar. We are all

eyes. I have his quoram of images all on my retinue, Mohomadhawn Mike. Brassup!

Moreover after that,bad manners to me,if I don't think strongly about giving the

brotherkeeper into custody to the first police bubby cunstabless of Dora's

Diehards in the field I might chance to follopon. Or for that matter, for your

information, if I get the wind up what do you bet in the buckets of my wrath I

mightn't even take it into my progromme, as sweet course, to do a rash act and

pitch in and swing for your perfect stranger in the meadow of heppiness and then

wipe the street up with the clonmellian, pending my bringing proceedings verses

the joyboy before a bunch of magistrafes and twelve good and gleeful men? Filius

nullius per fas et nefas. It should prove more or less of an event and show the

widest federal in my cup. He'll have pansements then for his pensamientos,

howling for peace. Pretty knocks, I promise him with plenty burkes for his

shins. Dumnlimn wimn humn. In which case I'll not be complete in fighting lust

until I contrive to half kill your Charley you're my darling for you and send

him to Home Surgeon Hume, the algebrist, before his appointed time, particularly

should he turn out to be a man in brown about town, Rollo the Gunger, son of a

wants a flurewaltzer to Arnolff's, picking up ideas, of well over or about

fiftysix or so, pithecoid proportions, with perhops five foot eight, the usual X

Y Z type, R.C. Toc H, nothing but claret, not in the studbook by a long stortch,

with a toothbrush moustache and jawcrockeries, alias grinner through collar, and

of course no beard, meat and colmans suit, with tar's baggy slacks, obviously

too roomy for him and springside boots, washing tie, Father Mathew's bridge pin,

sipping some Wheatley's at Rhoss's on a barstool, with some pubpal of the Olaf

Stout kidney, always trying to poorchase movables by hebdomedaries for to putt

in a new house to loot, cigarette in his holder, with a good job and pension in

Buinness's, what about our trip to Normandy style conversation, with an

occasional they say that filmacoulored featured at the Mothrapurl skrene about

Michan and his lost angeleens is corkyshows do morvaloos, blueygreen eyes a bit

scummy developing a series of angry boils with certain references to the Deity,

seeking relief in alcohol and so on, general omnibus character with a dash of

railwaybrain, stale cough and an occasional twinge of claudication, having his

favourite fecundclass family of upwards of a decade, both harefoot and

loadenbrogued, to boot and buy off, Imean.

So let it be a knuckle or an elbow, I hereby admonish you! It may all be topping

fun but it's tip and run and touch and flow for every whack when Marie stopes

Phil fluther's game to go. Arms arome, side aside, face into the wall. To the

tumble of the toss tot the trouble of the swaddled, O. And lest there be no

misconception, Miss Forstowelsy, over who to fasten the plightforlifer on

(threehundred and thirty three to one on Rue the Day!) when the nice little

smellar squalls in his crydle what the dirty old bigger'll be squealing through

his coughin you better keep in the gunbarrel straight around vokseburst as I

recommence you to (you gypseyeyed baggage, do you hear what I'm praying?) or,

Gash, without butthering my head to assortail whose stroke forced or which

struck backly, I'll be all over you myselx horizontally, as the straphanger

said, for knocking me with my name and yourself and your babybag down at such a

greet sacrifice with a rap of the gavel to a third price cowhandler as cheap as

the niggerd's dirt (for sale!) or I'll smack your fruitflavoured jujube lips

well for you,so I will well for you,if you don't keep a civil tongue in your

pigeonhouse. The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life

outlusts a lieftime. I'll have it in for you. I'll teach you bed minners, tip

for tap, to be playing your oddaugghter tangotricks with micky dazzlers if I

find corsehairs on your river-frock and the squirmside of your burberry

lupitally covered with chiffchaff and shavings. Up Rosemiry Lean and Potanasty

Rod you wos, wos you? I overstand you, you understand. Asking Annybettyelsas to

carry your parcels and you dreaming of net glory. You'll ging naemaer wi'Wolf

the Ganger. Cutting chapel, were you? and had dates with slickers in particular

hotels, had we? Lonely went to play your mother, isod? You was wiffriends? Hay,

dot's a doll yarn! Mark mean then! I'll homeseek you, Luperca as sure as there's

a palatine in Limerick and in striped conference here's how. Nerbu de Bios! If

you twos goes to walk upon the railway, Gard, and I'll goad to beat behind the

bush! See to it! Snip! It's up to you. I'll be hatsnatching harrier to hiding

huries hinder hedge. Snap ! I'll tear up your limpshades and lock all your

trotters in the closet, I will, and cut your silkskin into garters. You'll give

up your ask unbrodhel ways when I make you reely smart. So skelp your budd and

kiss the hurt! I'll have plenary sadisfaction, plays the bishop, for your

partial's indulgences if your my rodeo gell. Fair man and foul suggestion.

There's a lot of lecit pleasure coming bangslanging your way, Miss Pinpernelly

satin. For your own good, you understand, for the man who lifts his pud to a

woman is saving the way for kindness. You'll rebmemer your mottob Aveh Tiger

Roma mikely smarter the nickst time. For I'll just draw my prancer and give you

one splitpuck in the crupper, you understand, that will bring the poppy blush of

shame to your peony hindmost till you yelp papapardon and radden your

rhodatantarums to the beat of calorrubordolor, I am, I do and I suffer, (do you

hear me now, lickspoon, and stop looking at your bussycat bow in the slate?)

that you won't obliterate for the bulkier part of a running year, failing to

give a good account of yourself, if you think I'm so tan cupid as all that.

Lights out now (bouf!), tight and sleep on it. And that's how I'll bottle your

greedypuss beautibus for ye, me bullin heifer, for 'tis I that have the peer of

arrams that carry a wallop. Between them.

Unbeknownst to you would ire turn o'er see, a nuncio would I return here. How

(from the sublime to the ridiculous) times out of oft, my future, shall we think

with deepest of love and recollection by rintrospection of thee but me far away

on the pillow, breathing foundly o'er my names all through the empties, whilst

moidhered by the rattle of the doppeldoorknockers. Our homerole poet to

Ostelinda, Fred Wetherly, puts it somewhys better. You're sitting on me style,

maybe, whereoft I helped your ore. Littlegame rumilie from Liffalidebankum,

(Toobliqueme!) but a big corner fill you do in this unadulterated seat of our

affections. Aerwenger's my breed so may we uncreepingly multipede like the sands

on Amberhann! Sevenheavens, O heaven! Iy waount yiou! yore ways to melittleme

were wonderful so Ickam purseproud in sending uym loveliest pansiful thoughts

touching me dash in-you through wee dots Hyphen, the so pretty arched godkin of

beddingnights. If I've proved to your sallysfashion how I'm a man of Armor let

me so, let me sue, let me see your isabellis. How I shall, should I survive, as,

please the uniter of U.M.I. hearts, I am living in hopes to do, replacing mig

wandering handsup in yawers so yeager for mitch, positively cover the two pure

chicks of your comely plumpchake with zuccherikissings, hong, kong, and so gong,

that I'd scare the bats out of the ivfry one of those puggy mornings, honestly,

by my rantandog and daddyoak I will, become come coming when, upon the mingling

of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like massive mountains to part no more,

you will there and then, in those happy moments of ouryour soft accord, rainkiss

on me back, for full marks with shouldered arms, and in that united I.R.U.

stade, when I come (touf! touf!) wildflier's fox into my own greengeese again,

swap sweetened smugs, six of one for half a dozen of the other, till they'll bet

we're the cuckoo derby when cherries next come back to Ealing as come they must,

as they musted in their past, as they must for my pressing season, as

hereinafter must they chirrywill immediately suant on my safe return to

ignorance and bliss in my horseless Coppal Poor, through suirland and

noreland,kings country and queens, with my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the

way ye'll hardly. Knowme.

Slim ye, come slum with me and rally rats' roundup! 'Tis post purification we

will, sales of work and social service, missus, completing our Abelite union by

the adoptation of fosterlings. Embark for Euphonia! Up Murphy, Henson and

O'Dwyer, the Warchester Warders! I'll put in a shirt time if you'll get through

your shift and between us in our shared slaves, brace to brassiere and shouter

to shunter, we'll pull off our working programme. Come into the garden guild and

be free of the gape athome! We'll circumcivicise all Dublin country. Let us, the

real Us, all ignite in our prepurgatory grade as apos cals and be instrumental

to utensilise, help our Jakeline sisters clean out the hogshole and generally

ginger things up. Meliorism in massquantities, raffling receipts and sharing

sweepstakes till navel, spokes and felloes hum like hymn. Burn only what's

Irish, accepting their coals. You will soothe the cokeblack bile that's Anglia's

and touch Armourican's iron core. Write me your essayes, my vocational scholars,

but corsorily, dipping your nose in it, for Henrietta's sake,on mortinatality in

the life of jewries and the sludge of King Haarington's at its height, running

boulevards over the whole of it. I'd write it all by mownself if I only had here

of my jolly young watermen. Bear in mind, by Michael, all the provincial's

bananas peels and elacock eggs making drawadust jubilee along Henry, Moore, Earl

and Talbot Streets. Luke at all the memmer manning he's dung for the pray of

birds, our priest-mayor-king-merchant, strewing the Castleknock Road and drawing

manure upon it till the first glimpse of Wales and from Ballses Breach Harshoe

up to Dumping's Comer with the Mirist fathers' brothers eleven versus White

Friars out on a rogation stag party. Compare them caponchin trowlers with the

Bridge of Belches in Fairview, noreast Dublin's favourite souwest wateringplatz

and ump as you lump it. What do you mean by Jno Citizen and how do you think of

Jas Pagan? Compost liffe in Dufblin by Pierce Egan with the baugh in Baughkley

of Fino Ralli. Explain why there is such a number of orders of religion in Asea!

Why such an order number in preference to any other number? Why any number in

any order at all? Now? Where is the greenest island off the black coats of

Spaign? Overset into universal: I am perdrix and upon my pet ridge. Oralmus!

Way, O way for the autointaxication of our town of the Fords in a huddle!

Hailfellow some wellmet boneshaker or, to ascertain the facts for herself, run

up your showeryweather once and trust and take the Drumgondola tram and, wearing

the midlimb and vestee endorsed by the hierarchy fitted with ecclastics, bending

your steps, pick a trail and stand on, say, Aston's, I advise you strongly,

along quaith a copy of the Seeds and Weeds Act when you have procured one for

your self and take a good longing gaze into any nearby shopswindow you may

select at suppose, let us say, the hoyth of number eleven, Kane or Keogh's, and

in the course of about thirtytwo minutes' time proceed to turn aroundabout on

your heehills towards the previous causeway and I shall be very cruelly mistaken

indeed if you will not be jushed astunshed to see how you will be meanwhile durn

weel topcoated with kakes of slush occasioned by the mush jam of the cross and

blackwalls traffic in transit. See Capels and then fly. Show me that complaint

book here. Where's Cowtends Kateclean, the woman with the muckrake? When will

the W.D. face of our sow muckloved d'lin, the Troia of towns and Carmen of

cities, crawling with mendiants in perforated clothing, get its wellbelavered

white like l'pool and m'chester? When's that grandnational goldcapped dupsydurby

houspill coming with its vomitives for our mothers-in-load and stretchers for

their devitalised males? I am all of me for freedom of speed but who'll

disasperaguss Pope's Avegnue or who'll uproose the Opian Way? Who'll brighton

Brayhowth and bait the Bull Bailey and never despair of Lorcansby? The rampant

royal commissioners ! 'Tis an ill weed blows no poppy good. And this labour's

worthy of my higher. Oil for meed and toil for feed and a walk with the band for

Job Loos. If I hope not charity what profiteers me? Nothing! My tippers of flags

are knobs of hardshape for it isagrim tale, keeping the father of curls from the

sport of oak. Do you know what, liddle giddles? One of those days I am advised

by the smiling voteseeker who's now snoring elued to positively strike off

hiking for good and all as I bldy well bdly ought until such temse as some mood

is made under privy-sealed orders to get me an increase of automoboil and

footwear for these poor discalced and a bourse from bon Somewind for a cure at

Badanuweir (though where it's going to come from this time -) as I sartunly

think now, honest to John, for an income plexus that that's about the sanguine

boundary limit. Amean.

Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, what though still high fa

luting, as he turned his dorse to her to pay court to it, and ouverleaved his

booseys to give the note and score, phonoscopically incuriosited and melancholic

this time whiles, as on the fulmament he gaped in wulderment, his onsaturncast

eyes in stellar attraction followed swift to an imaginary swellaw, O, the vanity

of Vanissy! All ends vanishing! Pursonally, Grog help me, I am in no violent

hurry. If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them. I'll nose a blue

fonx with any tristys blinking upon this earthlight of all them that pass by the

way of the deerdrive, conconey's run or wilfrid's walk, but I'd turn back as

lief as not if I could only spoonfind the nippy girl of my heart's appointment,

Mona Vera Toutou Ipostila, my lady of Lyons, to guide me by gastronomy under her

safe conduct. That's more in my line. I'd ask no kinder of fates than to stay

where I am, with my tinny of brownie's tea, under the invocation of Saint Jamas

Hanway, servant of Gamp, lapidated, and Jacobus a Pershawm, intercissous, for my

thurifex, with Peter Roche, that frind of my boozum, leaning on my cubits, at

this passing moment by localoption in the birds' lodging, me pheasants among,

where I'll dreamt that I'll dwealth mid warblers' walls when throstles and

choughs to my sigh hiehied, with me hares standing up well and me longlugs

dittoes, where a maurdering row, the fox! has broken at the coward sight till

well on into the beausome of the exhaling night, pinching stopandgo jewels out

of the hedges and catching dimtop brilliants on the tip of my wagger but for

that owledclock (fast cease to it!) has just gone twoohoo the hour and that yen

breezes zipping round by Drumsally do be devils to play fleurt. I could sit on

safe side till the bark of Saint Grouseus for hoopoe's hours, till heoll's

hoerrisings, laughing lazy at the sheep's lightning and turn a widamost ear

dreamily to the drummling of snipers, hearing the wireless harps of sweet old

Aerial and the mails across the nightrives (peepet ! peepet !) and whippoor

willy in the woody (moor park ! moor park!) as peacefed as a philopotamus, and

crekking jugs at the grenoulls, leaving tealeaves for the trout and belleeks for

the wary till I'd followed through my upfielded neviewscope the rugaby moon

cumuliously godrolling himself westasleep amuckst the cloudscrums for to watch

how carefully my nocturnal goose mother would lay her new golden sheegg for me

down under in the shy orient. What wouldn't I poach - the rent in my riverside,

my otther shoes, my beavery, honest! - ay, and melt my belt for a dace feast of

grannom with the finny ones, those happy greppies in their minnowahaw, flashing

down the swansway, leaps ahead of the swift MacEels, the big Gillaroo redfellows

and the pursewinded carpers, rearin antis rood perches astench of me, or, when

I'd like own company best, with the help of a norange and bear, to be reclined

by the lasher on my logansome, my g.b.d. in my f.a.c.e., solfanelly in my

shellyholders and lov'd latakia, the benuvolent, for my nosethrills, with the

jealosomines wilting away to their heart's deelight and the king of saptimber

letting down his humely odours for my consternation, dapping my griffeen,

burning water in the spearlight or catching trophies of the king's royal college

of sturgeone by the armful for to bake pike ahd pie while, O twined me abower in

L'Alouette's Tower, all Adelaide's naughtingerls juckjucking benighth me, I'd

gamut my twittynice Dorian blackbudds chthonic solphia off my singasongapiccolo

to pipe musicall airs on numberous fairyaciodes. I give, a king, to me, she

does, alone, up there, yes see, I double give, till the spinney all eclosed

asong with them. Isn't that lovely though? I give to me alone I trouble give ! I

may have no mind to lamagnage the forte bits like the pianage but you can't

cadge me off the key. I've a voicical lilt too true. Nomario ! And bemolly and

jiesis! For I sport a whatyoumacormack in the latcher part of my throughers. And

the lark that I let fly (olala!) is as cockful of funantics as it's tune to my

fork. Naturale you might lower register me as diserecordant, but I'm athlone in

the lillabilling of killarnies. That's flat. Yet ware the wold, you! What's good

for the gorse is a goad for the garden. Lethals lurk heimlocked in logans.

Loathe laburnums. Dash the gaudy deathcup! Bryony O'Bryony, thy name is

Belladama! But enough of greenwood's gossip. Birdsnests is birdsnests. Thine to

wait but mine to wage. And now play sharp to me. Doublefirst I'll head foremost

through all my examhoops. And what sensitive coin I'd be possessed of at

Latouche's, begor, I'd sink it sumtotal, every dolly farting, in vestments of

subdominal poteen at prime cost and I bait you my chancey oldcoat against the

whole ounce you half on your backboard (if madamaud strips mesdamines may cold

strafe illglands !) that I'm the gogetter that'd make it pay like cash registers

as sure as there's a pot on a pole. And, what with one man's fish and a dozen

men's poissons, sowing my wild plums to reap ripe plentihorns mead, lashings of

erbole and hydromel and bragget, I'd come out with my magic fluke in close time,

fair, free and frolicky, zooming tophole on the mart as a factor. And I tell you

the Bective's wouldn't hold me. By the unsleeping Solman Annadromus, ye god of

little pescies, nothing would stop me for mony makes multimony like the brogues

and the kishes. Not the Ulster Rifles and the Cork Milice and the Dublin Fusees

and Connacht Rangers ensembled! I'd axe the channon and leip a liffey and drink

annyblack water that rann onme way. Yip ! How's thats for scats, mine shatz, for

a lovebird? To funk is only peternatural its daring feers divine. Bebold! Like

Varian's balaying all behind me. And before you knew where you weren't, I stake

my ignitial's divy, cash-and-cash-can-again, I'd be staggering humanity and

loyally rolling you over, my sowwhite sponse, in my tons of red clover, nighty

nigh to the metronome, fiehigh and fiehigher and fiehighest of all. Holy petter

and pal, I'd spoil you altogether, my sumptuous Sheila! Mumm all to do brut

frull up fizz and unpop a few shortusians or shake a pale of sparkling ice, hear

it swirl, happy girl! Not a spot of my hide but you'd love to seek and

scanagain! There'd be no standing me, I tell you. And, as gameboy as my pagan

name K.C. is what it is, I'd never say let fly till we shot that blissup and

swumped each other, manawife, into our sever nevers where I'd plant you, my

Gizzygay, on the electric ottoman in the lap of lechery, simpringly stitchless

with admiracion, among the most uxuriously furnished compartments, with sybarate

chambers,just as I'd run my shoestring into near a million or so of them as a

firstclass dealer and everything. Only for one thing that, howover famiksed I

would become, I'd he awful anxious, you understand, about shoepisser pluvious

and in assideration of the terrible luftsucks woabling around with the hedrolics

in the coold amstophere till the borting that would perish the Dane and his

chapter of accidents to be atramental to the better half of my alltoolyrical

health, not considering my capsflap, and that's the truth now out of the

cackling bag for truly sure, for another thing, I never could tell the leest

falsehood that would truthfully give sotisfiction. I'm not talking apple sauce

eithou. Or up in my hat. I earnst. Schue!

Sissibis dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago in Tennis

Flonnels Mac Courther, his correspondance, besated upon my tripos, and just

thinking like thauthor how long I'd like myself to be continued at Hothelizod,

peeking into the focus and pecking at thumbnail reveries, pricking up ears to my

phono on the ground and picking up airs from th'other over th'ether, 'tis

tramsported with grief I am this night sublime, as you may see by my size and my

brow that's all forehead, to go forth, frank and hoppy, to the tune the old plow

tied off, from our nostorey house, upon this benedictine errand but it is

historically the most glorious mission, secret or profund, through all the

annals of our - as you so often term her - efferfreshpainted livy, in

beautific repose, upon the silence of the dead, from pharoph the nextfirst down

to ramescheckles the last bust thing. The Vico road goes round and round to meet

where terms begin. Still onappealed to by the cycles and unappalled by the

recoursers we feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full

of my breadth from pride I am (breezed be the healthy same!) for 'tis a grand

thing (superb!) to be going to meet a king, not an everynight king, nenni, by

gannies, but the overking of Hither-onThither Erin himself, pardee, I'm saying.

Before there was patch at all on Ireland there lived a lord at Lucan. We only

wish everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are of

everything in the newlywet fellow that's bound to follow. I'll lay you a guinea

for a hayseed now. Tell mother that. And tell her tell her old one. 'Twill amuse

her.

Well, to the figends of Annanmeses with the wholeabuelish business! For I

declare to Jeshuam I'm beginning to get sunsick! I'm not half Norawain for

nothing. The fine ice so temperate of our, alas, those times are not so far off

as you might wish to be congealed. So now, I'll ask of you, let ye create no

scenes in my poor primmafore's wake. I don't want yous to be billowfighting you

biddy moriarty duels, gobble gabble, over me till you spit stout, you

understand, after soused mackerel, sniffling clambake to hering and impudent

barney, braggart of blarney, nor you ugly lemoncholic gobs o'er the hobs in a

sewing circle, stopping oddments in maids' costumes at sweeping reductions,

wearing out your ohs by sitting around your ahs, making areekeransy round where

I last put it, with the painters in too, curse luck, with your rags up, exciting

your mucuses, turning breakfarts into lost soupirs and salon thay nor you

flabbies on your groaning chairs over Bollivar's troubles of a bluemoondag,

steamin your damp ossicles, praying Holy Prohibition and Jaun Dyspeptist while

Ole Clo goes through the wood with Shep togather, touting in the chesnut burrs

for Goodboy Sommers and Mistral Blownowse hugs his kindlings when voiceyversy

it's my gala bene fit, robbing leaves out of my taletold book. May my tunc

fester if ever I see such a miry lot of maggalenes! Once upon a drunk and a

fairly good drunk it was and the rest of your blatherumskite! Just a plain shays

by the fire for absenter Sh the Po and I'll make ye all as eastern hummingsphere

of myself the moment that you name the way. Look in the slag scuttle and you'll

see me sailspread over the singing, and what do ye want trippings for when

you've Paris inspire your hat? Sussumcordials all round, let ye alloyiss and

ominies, while I stray and let ye not be getting grief out of it, though

blighted troth be all bereft, on my poor headsake, even should we forfeit our

life. Lo, improving ages wait ye! In the orchard of the bones. Some time very

presently now when yon clouds are dissipated after their forty years shower, the

odds are, we shall all be hooked and happy, communionistically, among the

fieldnights eliceam, elite of the elect, in the land of lost of time.

Johannisburg's a revelation! Deck the diamants that never die! So cut out the

lonesome stuff! Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart as you can lower it! Out

with lent! Clap hands postilium! Fastintide is by. Your sole and myopper must

hereupon part company. So for e'er fare thee welt! Parting's fun. Take thou, the

wringle's thine, love. This dime doth trost thee from mine alms. Goodbye,

swisstart, goodbye! Haugh! Haugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often

thought reading ye between lines that do have no sense at all. I sign myself.

With much leg. Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht the Shorn. To be continued. Huck!

Something of a sidesplitting nature must have occurred to westminstrel

Jaunathaun for a grand big blossy hearty stenorious laugh (even Drudge that lay

doggo thought feathers fell) hopped out of his wooly's throat like a ball lifted

over the head of a deep field, at the bare thought of how jolly they'd like to

be trolling his whoop and all of them truetotypes in missammen massness were

just starting to spladher splodher with the jolly magorios, hicky hecky hock,

huges huges huges, hughy hughy hughy, O Jaun, so jokable and so geepy, O, (Thou

pure! Our virgin! Thou holy! Our health! Thou strong! Our victory! O salutary!

Sustain our firm solitude, thou who thou well strokest! Hear, Hairy ones! We

have sued thee but late. Beauty parlous!) when suddenly (how like a woman!),

swifter as mercury he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with

his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to see what's

loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he sighed (and how ill

soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of the earth!) after which he

pondered and finally he replied:

- There is some thing more. A word apparting and shall the heart's tone be

silent. Engagements, I'll beseal you! Fare thee well, fairy well! All I can tell

you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers in layers all the thumping time, begor,

the young gloria's gang voices the old doxologers, in the suburrs of the

heavenly gardens, once we shall have passed, after surceases, all serene through

neck and necklike Derby and June to our snug eternal retribution's reward (the

scorchhouse). Shunt us! shunt us! shut us! If you want to be felixed come and be

parked. Sacred ease there! The seanad and pobbel queue's remainder. To it, to

it! Seekit headup! No petty family squabbles Up There nor homemade hurricanes in

our Cohortyard, no cupahurling nor apuckalips nor no puncheon jodelling nor no

nothing. With the Byrns which is far better and eve for ever your idle be. You

will hardly reconnoitre the old wife in the new bustle and the farmer shinner in

his latterday paint. It's the fulldress Toussaint's wakeswalks experdition after

a bail motion from the chamber of horrus. Saffron buns or sovran bonhams

whichever you'r avider to like it and lump it, but give it a name. Iereny

allover irelands. And there's food for refection when the whole flock's at home.

Hogmanny di'yegut? Hogmanny di'yesmellygut? And hogmanny di'yesmellyspatterygut?

You take Joe Hanny's tip for it! Postmartem is the goods. With Jollification a

tight second. Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow! That's our crass, hairy and

evergrim life, till one finel howdiedow Bouncer Naster raps on the bell with a

bone and his stinkers stank behind him with the sceptre and the hourglass. We

may come, touch and go, from atoms and ifs but we're presurely destined to be

odd's without ends. Here we moult in Moy Kain and flop on the seemy side, living

sure of hardly a doorstep for a stop gap, with Whogoesthere and a live sandbag

round the corner. But upmeyant, Prospector, you sprout all your abel and woof

your wings dead certain however of neuthing whatever to aye forever while Hyam

Hyam's in the chair. Ah, sure, pleasantries aside, in the tail of the cow what a

humpty daum earth looks our miseryme heretoday as compared beside the

Hereweareagain Gaieties of the Afterpiece when the Royal Revolver of these real

globoes lets regally fire of his mio colpo for the chrisman's pandemon to give

over and the Harlequinade to begin properly SPQueaRking Mark Time's Finist Joke.

Putting Allspace in a Notshall.

Well, the slice and veg joint's well in its way, and so is a ribroast and

jackknife as sporten dish, but home cooking everytime. Mountains good mustard

and, with the helpings of ladies' lickfings and gentlemen's relish, I've eaten a

griddle. But I fill twice as stewhard what I felt before when I'm after eating a

few natives. The crisp of the crackling is in the chawing. Give us another cup

of your scald. Santos Mozos! That was a damn good cup of scald! You could trot a

mouse on it. I ingoyed your pick of hissing hot luncheon fine, I did, than'

awfully, (sublime!) Tenderest bully ever I ate with the boiled protestants

(allinoilia allinoilia!) only for your peas again was a taste of tooth psalty to

carry flavour with my godown and hereby return with my best savioury condiments

and a penny in the plate for the jemes. O.K. Oh Kosmos! Ah Ireland! A.I. And for

kailkannonkabbis gimme Cincinnatis with Italian (but ci vuol poco!) ciccalick

cheese, Haggis good, haggis strong, haggis never say die! For quid we have

recipimus, recipe, O lout! And save that, Oliviero, for thy sunny day!

Soupmeagre! Couldn't look at it! But if you'll buy me yon coat of the vairy

furry best, I'll try and pullll it awn mee. It's in fairly good order and no

doubt 'twill sarve to turn. Remove this boardcloth! Next stage, tell the tabler,

for a variety of Huguenot ligooms I'll try my set on edges grapeling an

aigrydoucks, grilled over birchenrods, with a few bloomancowls in albies. I want

to get outside monasticism. Mass and meat mar no man's journey. Eat a missal

lest. Nuts for the nerves, a flitch for the flue and for to rejoice the chambers

of the heart the spirits of the spice isles, curry and cinnamon, chutney and

cloves. All the vitalmines is beginning to sozzle in chewn and the hormonies to

clingleclangle, fudgem, kates and eaps and naboc and erics and oinnos on

kingclud and xoxxoxo and xooxox xxoxoxxoxxx till I'm fustfed like fungstif and

very presently from now posthaste it's off yourll see me ryuoll on my usual

rounds again to draw Terminus Lower and Killadown and Letternoosh, Letterspeak,

Lettermuck to Littorananima and the roomiest house even in Ireland, if you can

understamp that, and my next item's platform it's how I'll try and collect my

extraprofessional postages owing to me by Thaddeus Kellyesque Squire, dr, for

nondesirable printed matter. The Jooks and the Kelly-Cooks have been milking

turnkeys and sucking the blood out of the marshalsea since the act of First

Offenders. But I know what I'll do. Great pains off him I'll take and that'll be

your redletterday calendar, window machree! I'll knock it out of him! I'll stump

it out of him! I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll quite the doorstep of

old Con Connolly's residence! By the horn of twenty of both of the two Saint

Collopys, blackmail him I will in arrears or my name's not penitent Ferdinand!

And it's daily and hourly I'll nurse him till he pays me fine fee. Ameal.

Well, here's looking at ye! If I never leave you biddies till my stave is a bar

I'd be tempted rigidly to become a passionate father. Me hunger's weighed.

Hungkung! Me anger's suaged! Hangkang! Ye can stop as ye are, little lay

mothers, and wait in wish and wish in vain till the grame reaper draws nigh,

with the sickle of the sickles, as a blessing in disguise. Devil a curly hair I

care! If any lightfoot Clod Dewvale was to hold me up, dicksturping me and

marauding me of my rights to my onus, yan, tyan, tethera, methera, pimp, I'd let

him have my best pair of galloper's heels in the creamsourer. He will have

better manners, I'm dished if he won't! Console yourself, drawhure deelish!

There's a refond of eggsized coming to you out of me so mind you do me duty on

me! Bruise your bulge below the belt till I blewblack beside you. And you'll

miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday

newly, till whensday. Look for me always at my west and I will think to dine. A

tear or two in time is all there's toot. And then in a click of the clock, toot

toot, and doff doff we pop with sinnerettes in silkettes lining longroutes fo

His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation. To whoosh!

- Meesh, meesh, yes, pet. We were too happy. I knew something would happen. I

understand but listen, drawher nearest, Tizzy intercepted, flushing but flashing

from her dove and dart eyes as she tactilifully grapbed her male corrispondee to

flusther sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear, I know, benjamin brother, but

listen, I want, girls palmassing, to whisper my whish. (She like them like us,

me and you, had thoud he n'er it would haltin so lithe when leased is

tacitempust tongue). Of course, engine dear, I'm ashamed for my life (I must

clear my throttle) over this lost moment's gift of memento nosepaper which I'm

sorry, my precious, is allathome I with grief can call my own but all the same,

listen, Jaunick, accept this witwee's mite, though a jenny teeny witween piece

torn in one place from my hands in second place of a linenhall valentino with my

fondest and much left to tutor. X.X.X.X. It was heavily bulledicted for young Fr

Ml, my pettest parriage priest, and you know who between us by your friend the

pope, forty ways in forty nights, that's the beauty of it, look, scene it,

ratty. Too perfectly priceless for words. And, listen, now do enhance me, oblige

my fiancy and bear it with you morn till life's e'en and, of course, when never

you make usage of it, listen, please kindly think galways again or again, never

forget, of one absendee not sester Maggy. Ahim. That's the stupidest little

cough. Only be sure you don't catch your cold and pass it on to us. And, since

levret bounds and larks is soaring, don't be all the night. And this, Joke, a

sprig of blue speedwell just a spell of floralora so you'll mind your veronique.

Of course, Jer, I know you know who sends it, presents that please, mercy, on

the face of the waters like that film obote, awfly charmig of course, but it

doesn't do her justice, apart from her cattiness, in the magginbottle. Of

course, please too write, won't you, and leave your little bag of doubts,

inquisitive, behind you unto your utterly thine, and, thank you, forward it back

by return pigeon's pneu to the loving in case I couldn't think who it was or any

funforall happens I'll be so curiose to see in the Homesworth breakfast tablotts

as I'll know etherways by pity bleu if it's good for my system, what exquisite

buttons, gorgiose, in case I don't hope to soon hear from you. And thanks ever

so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on. I will tie a knot in my

stringamejip to letter you with my silky paper, as I am given now to understand

it will be worth my price in money one day so don't trouble to ans unless sentby

special as I am getting his pay and wants for nothing so I can live simply and

solely for my wonderful kinkless and its loops of loveliness. When I throw away

my rollets there's rings for all. Flee a girl, says it is her colour. So does B

and L and as for V! And listen to it! Cheveluir! So distant you're always. Bow

your boche! Absolutely perfect! I will pack my comb and mirror to praxis oval

owes and artless awes and it will follow you pulpicly as far as come back under

all my eyes like my sapphire chaplets of ringarosary I will say for you to the

Allmichael and solve qui pu while the dovedoves pick my mouthbuds (msch! msch!)

with nurse Madge, my linkingclass girl, she's a fright, poor old dutch, in her

sleeptalking when I paint the measles on her and mudstuskers to make her a man.

We. We. Issy done that, I confesh! But you'll love her for her hessians and

sickly black stockies, cleryng's jumbles, salvadged from the wash, isn't it the

cat's tonsils! Simply killing, how she tidies her hair! I call her Sosy because

she's sosiety for me and she says sossy while I say sassy and she says will you

have some more scorns while I say won't you take a few more schools and she

talks about ithel dear while I simply never talk about athel darling; she's but

nice for enticing my friends and she loves your style considering she breaksin

me shoes for me when I've arch trouble and she would kiss my white arms for me

so gratefully but apart from that she's terribly nice really, my sister, round

the elbow of Erne street Lower and I'll be strictly forbidden always and true in

my own way and private where I will long long to betrue you along with one who

will so betrue you that not once while I betreu him not once well he be betray

himself. Can't you understand? O bother, I must tell the trouth! My latest lad's

loveliletter I am sore I done something with. I like him lots coss he never

cusses. Pity bonhom. Pip pet. I shouldn't say he's pretty but I'm cocksure he's

shy. Why I love taking him out when I unletched his cordon gate. Ope, Jack, and

atem! Obealbe myodorers and he dote so. He fell for my lips, for my lisp, for my

lewd speaker. I felt for his strength, his manhood, his do you mind? There can

be no candle to hold to it, can there? And, of course, dear professor, I

understand. You can trust me that though I change thy name though not the letter

never while I become engaged with my first horsepower, masterthief of hearts, I

will give your lovely face of mine away, my boyish bob, not for tons of donkeys,

to my second mate, with the twirlers the engineer of the passioflower (O the

wicked untruth! whot a tell! that he has bought me in his wellingtons what you

haven't got !), in one of those pure clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, Arrah

of the passkeys, no matter what. You may be certain of that, fluff, now I know

how to tackle. Lock my mearest next myself. So don't keep me now for a good boy

for the love of my fragrant saint, you villain, peppering with fear, my goodless

graceless, or I'll first murder you but, hvisper, meet me after by next

appointment near you know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor

fool's circuts of lovemountjoy square to show my disrespects now, let me just

your caroline for you, I must really so late. Sweet pig, he'll be furious! How

he stalks to simself louther and lover, immutating aperybally. My prince of the

courts who'll beat me to love! And I'll be there when who knows where with the

objects of which I'll knowor forget. We say. Trust us. Our game. (For fun!) The

Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you deny. Whoevery heard of such a think? Till

the ulmost of all elmoes shall stele our harts asthone! And Mrs A'Mara makes it

up and befriends with Mrs O'Morum! I will write down all your names in my gold

pen and ink. Everyday, precious, while m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my

Jungfraud's Messongebook I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass

stream (but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!) under the libans and the

sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias, where the frondoak rushes to the ask

and the yewleaves too kisskiss themselves and 'twill carry on my hearz'waves my

still waters reflections in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her Quaidy ways

and her Flavin hair, to thee, Jack, ahoy, beyond the boysforus. Splesh of hiss

splash springs your salmon. Twick twick, twinkle twings my twilight as Sarterday

afternoon lex leap will smile on my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmind. And what's

this I was going to say, dean? O, I understand. Listen, here I'll wait on thee

till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more stuesser flavoured

than Vanilla and blackcurrant there's a cure in, like a born gentleman till

you'll resemble me, all the time you're awhile way, I swear to you, I will, by

Candlemas! And listen, joey, don't be ennoyed with me, my old evernew, when, by

the end of your chapter, you citch water on the wagon for me being turned a star

I'll dubeurry my two fesces under Pouts Vanisha Creme, their way for spilling

cream, and, accent, umto extend my personnalitey to the latents, I'll boy me for

myself only of expensive rainproof of pinked elephant's breath grey of the

loveliest sheerest dearest widowshood over airforce blue I am so wild for, my

precious once, Hope Bros., Faith Street, Charity Corner, as the bee loves her

skyhighdeed, for I always had a crush on heliotrope since the dusess of yore

cycled round the Finest Park, and listen. And never mind me laughing at what's

atever! I was in the nerves but it's my last day. Always about this hour, I'm

sorry, when our gamings for Bruin and Noselong is all oh you tease and afterdoon

my lickle pussiness I stheal heimlick in my russians from the attraction part

with my terriblitall boots calvescatcher Pinchapoppapoff, who is going to be a

jennyroll, at my nape, drenched, love, with dripping to affectionate slapmamma

but last at night, look, after my golden violents wetting in my upperstairs

splendidly welluminated with such lidlylac curtains wallpapered to match the cat

and a fireplease keep looking of priceless pearlogs I just want to see will he

or are all Michales like that, I'll strip straight after devotions before his

fondstare-and I mean it too, (thy gape to my gazing I'll bind and makeleash)

and poke stiff under my isonbound with my soiedisante-chineknees cheeckchubby

chambermate for the night's foreign males and your name of Shane will come forth

between my shamefaced whesen with other lipth I nakest open my thight when just

woken by his toccatootletoo my first morning. So now, to thalk thildish, thome,

theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay one little player before

doing to deed. An a tiss to the tassie for lu and for tu! Coach me how to

tumble, Jaime, and listen, with supreme regards, Juan, in haste, warn me which

to ah ah ah ah...

- MEN! Juan responded fullchantedly to her sororal sonority, imitating himself

capitally with his bubbleblown in his patapet and his chalished drink now well

in hand. (A spilt, see, for a split, see see!) Ever gloriously kind! And I truly

am eucherised to yous. Also sacre pŠre and maŒtre d'autel. Well, ladies upon

gentlermen and toastmaster general, let us, brindising brandisong, woo and win

womenlong with health to rich vineyards, Erin go Dry! Amingst the living waters

of, the living in giving waters of. Tight ! Loose ! A stiff one for Staffetta

mullified with creams of hourmony, the coupe that's chill for jackless jill and

a filiform dhouche on Doris! Esterelles, be not on your weeping what though

Shaunathaun is in his fail! To stir up love's young fizz I tilt with this

bridle's cup champagne, dimming douce from her peepair of hideseeks,

tightsqueezed on my snowybrusted and while my pearlies in their sparkling wisdom

are nippling her bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the bumper round of my

poor old snaggletooth's solidbowel I ne'er will prove I'm untrue to your liking

(theare!) so long as my hole looks. Down.

So gullaby, me poor Isley! But I'm not for forgetting me innerman monophone for

I'm leaving my darling proxy behind for your consolering, lost Dave the

Dancekerl, a squamous runaway and a dear old man pal of mine too. He will arrive

incessantly in the fraction of a crust, who, could he quit doubling and stop

tippling, he would be the unicorn of his kind. He's the mightiest penumbrella I

ever flourished on behond the shadow of a post! Be sure and link him, me O

treasauro, as often as you learn provided there's nothing between you but a

plain deal table only don't encourage him to cry lessontimes over Leperstown.

But soft! Can't be? Do mailstanes mumble? Lumtum lumtum! Now! The froubadour! I

fremble! Talk of wolf in a stomach by all that's verminous! Eccolo me! The

return of th'athlate! Who can secede to his success! Isn't Jaunstown,

Ousterrike, the small place after all? I knew I smelt the garlic leek! Why,

bless me swits, here he its, darling Dave, like the catoninelives just in time

as if he fell out of space, all draped in mufti, coming home to mourn mountains

from his old continence and not on one foot either or on two feet aether but on

quinquisecular cycles after his French evolution and a blindfold passage by the

4.32 with the pork's pate in his suicide paw and the gulls laughing lime on his

natural skunk, blushing like Pat's pig, begob ! He's not too timtom well ashamed

to carry out onaglibtograbakelly in his showman's sinister the testymonicals he

gave his twenty annis orf, showing the three white feathers, as a home cured

emigrant in Paddyouare far below on our sealevel. Bearer may leave the church,

signed, Figura Porca, Lictor Magnaffica. He's the sneaking likeness of us,

faith, me altar's ego in miniature and every Auxonian aimer's ace as nasal a

Romeo as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes,

he'd soon arise mother's roses mid bedewing tears under those wild wet lashes

onto anny living girl's laftercheeks. That's his little veiniality. And his

unpeppeppediment. He has novel ideas I know and he's a jarry queer fish betimes,

I grant you, and cantanberous, the poisoner of his word, but lice and all and

semicoloured stainedglasses, I'm enormously full of that foreigner, I'll say I

am ! Got by the one goat, suckled by the same nanna, one twitch, one nature

makes us oldworld kin. We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I

hate him about his patent henesy, plasfh it, yet am I amorist. I love him. I

love his old portugal's nose. There's the nasturtium for ye now that saved manny

a poor sinker from water on the grave. The diasporation of all pirates and

quinconcentrum of a fake like Basilius O'Cormacan MacArty? To camiflag he turned

his shirt. Isn't he after borrowing all before him, making friends with

everybody red in Rossya, white in Alba and touching every distinguished

Ourishman he could ever distinguish before or behind from a Yourishman for the

customary halp of a crown and peace? He is looking aged with his pebbled eyes,

and johnnythin too, from livicking on pidgins' ifs with puffins' ands, he's been

slanderising himself, but I pass no remark. Hope he hasn't the cholera. Give him

an eyot in the farout. Moseses and Noasies, how are you? He'd be as snug as

Columbsisle Jonas wrocked in the belly of the whaves, as quotad before. Bravo,

senior chief! Famose! Sure there's nobody else in touch anysides to hold a

chef's cankle to the darling at all for sheer dare with that prisonpotstill of

spanish breans on him like the knave of trifles! A jollytan fine demented brick

and the prince of goodfilips! Dave knows I have the highest of respect of

annyone in my oweand smooth way for that intellectual debtor (Obbligado!)

Mushure David R. Crozier. And we're the closest of chems. Mark my use of you,

cog! Take notice how I yemploy, crib! Be ware as you, I foil, coppy! It's a pity

he can't see it for I'm terribly nice about him. Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade's

flamme! A leal of the O'Looniys, a Brazel aboo! The most omportent man! Shervos!

Ho, be the holy snakes, someone has shaved his rough diamond skull for him as

clean as Nuntius' piedish! The burnt out mesh and the matting and all !

Thunderweather, khyber schinker escapa sansa pagar! He's the spatton spit, so he

is, scaly skin and all, with his blackguarded eye and the goatsbeard in his

buttinghole of Shemuel Tulliver, me grandsourd, the old cruxader, when he off

with his paudeen! That was to let the crowd of the Flu Flux Fans behind him see

me proper. Ah, he's very thoughtful and sympatrico that way is Brother

Intelligentius, when he's not absintheminded, with his Paris addresse! He is,

really. Holdhard till you'll ear him clicking his bull's bones! Some toad

klakkin! You're welcome back, Wilkins,to red berries in the frost! And here's

the butter exchange to pfeife and dramn ye with a bawlful of the Moulsaybaysse

and yunker doodler wanked to wall awriting off his phoney. I'm tired hairing of

you. Hat yourself! Give us your dyed dextremity here, frother, the Claddagh

clasp! I met with dapper dandy and he shocked me big the hamd. Where's your

watch keeper? You've seen all sorts in shapes and sizes, marauding about the

moppamound. How's the cock and the bullfight? And old Auster and Hungrig? And

the Beer and Belly and the Boot and Ball? Not forgetting the oils of greas under

that turkey in julep and Father Freeshots Feilbogen in his rockery garden with

the costard? And tid you meet with Peadhar the Grab at all? And did you call on

Tower Geesyhus? Was Mona, my own love, no bigger than she should be, making up

to you in her bestbehaved manor when you made your breastlaw and made her, tell

me? And did you like the landskip from Lambay? I'm better pleased than ten

guidneys! You rejoice me! Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit! You've

surpassed yourself! Be introduced to yes ! This is me aunt Julia Bride, your

honour, dying to have you languish to scandal in her bosky old delltangle. You

don't reckoneyes him? He's Jackot the Horner who boxed in his corner, jilting no

fewer than three female bribes. That's his penals. Shervorum! You haven't seen

her since she stepped into her drawoffs. Come on, spinister, do your stuff!

Don't be shoy, husbandmanvir! Weih, what's on you, wip? Up the shamewaugh! She

has plenty of woom in the smallclothes for the bothsforus, nephews push! Hatch

yourself well! Enjombyourselves thurily! Would you wait biss she buds till you

bite on her? Embrace her bashfully by almeans at my frank incensive and tell her

in your semiological agglutinative yez, how Idos be asking after her. Let us be

holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough. Sure, she fell in line with our

tripertight photos as the lyonised mails when we were stablelads together like

the corks again brothers, hungry and angry, cavileer grace by roundhered force,

or like boyrun to sibster, me and you, shinners true and pinchme, our tertius

quiddus, that never talked or listened. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of

a snailcharmer and the slits and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul of the

county de Loona and the meattrap of the first vegetarian. To be had for the

asking. Have a hug! Take her out of poor tuppeny luck before she goes off in

pure treple licquidance. I'd give three shillings a pullet to the canon for the

conjugation to shadow you kissing her from me leberally all over as if she was a

crucifix. It's good for her bilabials, you understand. There's nothing like the

mistletouch for finding a queen's earring false. Chink chink. As the curly bard

said after kitchin the womn in his hym to the hum of her garments. You try a

little tich to the tissle of his tail. The racist to the racy, rossy. The soil

is for the self alone. Be ownkind. Be kithkinish. Be bloodysibby. Be irish. Be

inish. Be offalia. Be hamlet. Be the property plot. Be Yorick; and Lankystare.

Be cool. Be mackinamucks of yourselves. Be finish. No martyr where the preature

is there's no plagues like rome. It gives up the gripes. Watch the swansway.

Take your tiger over it. The leady on the lake and the convict of the forest.

Why, they might be Babau and Momie! Yipyip! To pan! To pan ' To tinpinnypan. All

folly me yap to Curlew ! Give us a pin for her and we'll call it a tossup. Can

you reverse positions? Lets have a fuchu all round, courting cousins! Quuck, the

duck of a woman for quack, the drake of a man, her little live apples for Leas

and love potients for Leos, the next beast king. Put me down for all ringside

seats. I can feel you being corrupted. Recoil. I can see you sprouting scruples.

Get back. And as he's boiling with water I'll light your pyre. Turn about,

skeezy Sammy, out of metaphor, till we feel are you still tropeful of popetry.

Told you so. If you doubt of his love of darearing his feelings you'll very much

hurt for mishmash mastufractured on europe you can read off the tail of his. Rip

ripper rippest and jac jac jac. Dwell on that, my hero and lander! That's the

side that appeals to em, the wring wrong way to wright woman. Shuck her! Let

him! What he's good for. Shuck her more! Let him again! All she wants! Could you

wheedle a staveling encore out of your imitationer's jubalharp, hey, Mr

Jinglejoys? Congregational singing. Rota rota ran the pagoda con dio in capo ed

il diavolo in coda. Many a diva devoucha saw her Dauber Dan at the priesty

pagoda Rota ran. Uck! He's so sedulous to singe always if prumpted, the

mirthprovoker ! Grunt unto us, I pray, your foreboden article in our own deas

dockandoilish introducing the death of Nelson with coloraturas! Coraio, fra.!

And I'll string second to harmanize. My loaf and pottage neaheaheahear Rochelle.

With your dumpsey diddely dumpsey die, fiddeley fa. Diavoloh! Or come on,

schoolcolours, and we'll scrap, rug and mat and then be as chummy as two bashed

spuds. Bitrial bay holmgang or betrayal buy jury. Attaboy! Fee gate has Heenan

hoity, mind uncle Hare? What, sir? Poss, myster? Acheve! Thou, thou! What say

ye? Taurus periculosus, morbus pedeiculosus. Miserere mei in miseribilibus!

There's uval lavguage for you ! The tower is precluded, the mob's in her

petticoats; Mr R. E. Meehan is in misery with his billyboots. Begob, there's not

so much green in his Ireland's eye! Sweet fellow ovocal, he stones out of stune.

But he could be near a colonel with a voice like that. The bark is still there

but the molars are gone. The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we

split and, be the hole in the year, they were laking like heaven's reflexes. But

I told him make your will be done and go to a general and I'd pray confessions

for him. Areesh! Areesh! And I'll be your intrepider. Ambras! Ruffle her !

Bussing was before the blood and bissing will behind the curtain. Triss! Did you

note that worrid expressionism on his megalogue? A full octavium below me! And

did you hear his browrings rattlemaking when he was preaching to himself? And,

whoa! do you twig the schamlooking leaf greeping ghastly down his blousyfrock?

Our national umbloom! Areesh! He won't. He's shoy. Those worthies, my old

faher's onkel that was garotted, Caius Cocoa Codinhand, that I lost in a crowd,

used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my yuonkle's owlseller,

Woowoolfe Woodenbeard, that went stomebathred, in the Tower of Balbus, as brisk,

man, as I'd scoff up muttan chepps and lobscouse. But it's all deafman's duff to

me, begob. Sam knows miles bettern me how to work the miracle. And I see by his

diarrhio he's dropping the stammer out of his silenced bladder since I bonded

him off more as a friend and as a brother to try and grow a muff and canonise

his dead feet down on the river airy by thinking himself into the fourth

dimension and place the ocean between his and ours, the churchyard in the

cloister of the depths, after he was capped out of beurlads scoel for the sin

against the past participle and earned the factitation of codding chaplan and

being as homely gauche as swift B.A.A. Who gets twickly fullgets twice as

allemanden huskers. But the whacker his word the weaker our ears for auracles

who parles parses orileys. Illstarred punster, lipstering cowknucks. 'Twas the

quadra sent him and Trinity too. And he can cantab as chipper as any oxon ever I

mood with, a tiptoe singer! He'll prisckly soon hand tune -your Erin's ear for

you. p.p. a mimograph at a time, numan bitter, with his ancomartins to read the

road roman with false steps ad Pernicious from rhearsilvar ormolus to

torquinions superbers while I'm far away from wherever thou art serving my

tallyhos and tullying my hostilious by going in by the most holy recitatandas

ŸŸŸŸ for my varsatile examinations in the ologies, to be a coach on the Fukien

mission. P? F? How used you learn me, brather soboostius, in my augustan days?

With cesarella looking on. In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says, for

the end is with woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a worse

case after than before since she on the supine satisfies the verg to him!

Toughtough, tootoological. Thou the first person shingeller. Art, an imperfect

subjunctive. Paltry, flappent, had serious. Miss Smith onamatterpoetic.

Hammisandivis axes colles waxes warmas like sodullas. So pick your stops with

fondnes snow. And mind you twine the twos noods of your nicenames. And pull up

your furbelovs as farabove as you're farthingales. That'll hint him how to click

the trigger. Show you shall and won't he will! His hearing is indoubting just as

my seeing is onbelieving. So dactylise him up to blankpoint and let him blink

for himself where you speak the best ticklish. You'll feel what I mean. Fond

namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee !

Echo, read ending! Siparioramoci! But from the stress of their sunder

enlivening, ay clasp, deciduously, a nikrokosmikon must come to mike.

- Well, my positively last at any stage ! I hate to look at alarms but,however

they put on my watchcraft,must now close as I hereby hear by ear from by seeless

socks 'tis time to be up and ambling. Mymiddle toe's mitching, so mizzle I must

else 'twill sarve me out. Gulp a bulper at parting and the moore the melodest !

Farewell but whenever, as Tisdall told Toole. Tempos fidgets. Let flee me

fiacckles, says the grand old manoark, stormcrested crowcock and undulant hair,

hoodies tway! Yes, faith, I am as mew let freer, beneath me corthage, bound. I'm

as bored now bawling beersgrace at sorepaws there as Andrew Clays was sharing

sawdust with Daniel's old collie. This shack's not big enough for me now. I'm

dreaming of ye, azores. And, remember this, a chorines, there's the witch on the

heath, sistra! 'Bansheeba peeling hourihaared while her Orcotron is hoaring ho.

And whinn muinnuit flittsbit twinn her ttittshe cries tallmidy! Daughters of the

heavens, be lucks in turnabouts to the wandering sons of red loam! The earth's

atrot! The sun's a scream! The air's a jig. The water's great! Seven oldy oldy

hills and the one blue beamer. I'm going. I know I am. I could bet I am.

Somewhere I must get far away from Banbashore, wherever I am. No saddle, no

staffet, but spur on the moment! So I think I'll take freeboots' advise. Psk!

I'll borrow a path to lend me wings, quickquack, and from Jehusalem's wall,

clickclack, me courser's clear,to Cheerup street I'll travel the void world

over. It's Winland for moyne, bickbuck! Jeejakers! I hurt meself nettly that

time! Come, my good frogmarchers! We felt the fall but we'll front the defile.

Was not my olty mutther, Sereth Maritza, a Runningwater? And the bould one that

quickened her the seaborne Fingale? I feel like that hill of a whaler went

yulding round Groenmund's Circus with his tree full of seaweeds and Dinky Doll

asleep in her shell. Hazelridge has seen me. Jerne valing is. Squall aboard for

Kew, hop! Farewell awhile to her and thee! The brine's my bride to be. Lead on,

Macadam, and danked be he who first sights Halt Linduff! Solo, solone, solong!

Lood Erynnana, ware thee wail! With me singame soarem o'erem! Here's me take

off. Now's nunc or nimmer, siskinder! Here goes the enemy! Bennydick hotfoots

onimpudent stayers! Sorry! I bless alls to the whished with this panromain

apological which Watllwewhistlem sang to the kerrycoys. Break ranks! After

wage-of-battle bother I am thinking most. Fik yew! I'm through. Won. Toe. Adry.

You watch my smoke.

After poor Jaun the Boast's last fireless words of postludium of his soapbox

speech ending in'sheaven, twentyaid add one with a flirt of wings were pouring

to his bysistance (could they snip that curl of curls to lay with their gloves

and keep the kids bright!) prepared to cheer him should he leap or to curse him

should he fall, but, with their biga triga rheda rodeo, the cherubs in the

charabang, set down here and sedan chair, don't you wish you'd a yoke or a bit

in your mouth, repulsing all attempts at first hands on, as no es nada, our

greatly misunderstood one we perceived to give himself some sort of a hermetic

prod or kick to sit up and take notice, which acted like magic, while the

phalanx of daughters of February Filldyke, embushed and climbing, ramblers and

weeps, voiced approval in their customary manner by dropping kneedeep in tears

over their concelebrated meednight sunflower, piopadey boy, their solase in

dorckaness, and splattering together joyously the plaps of their tappyhands as,

with a cry of genuine distress, so prettly prattly pollylogue, they viewed him,

the just one, their darling, away.

A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they believe that they

believe that they know. Wherefore they wail.

Eh jourd'weh ! Oh jourd'woe ! dosiriously it psalmodied. Guesturn's lothlied

answring to-maronite's wail.

Oasis, cedarous esaltarshoming Leafboughnoon !

Oisis, coolpressus onmountof Sighing!

Oasis, palmost esaltarshoming Gladdays !

Oisis, phantastichal roseway anjerichol!

Oasis, newleavos spaciosing encampness!

Oisis, plantainous dewstuckacqmirage playtennis!

Pipetto, Pipetta has misery unnoticed!

But the strangest thing happened. Backscuttling for the hop off with the odds

altogether in favour of his tumbling into the river, Jaun just then I saw to

collect from the gentlest weaner among the weiners, (who by this were in half

droopleaflong mourning for the passing of the last post) the familiar yellow

label into which he let fall a drop, smothered a curse, choked a guffaw, spat

expectoratiously and blew his own trumpet. And next thing was he gummalicked the

stickyback side and stamped the oval badge of belief to his agnelows brow with a

genuine dash of irrepressible piety that readily turned his ladylike

typmanzelles capsy curvy (the holy scamp!), with half a glance of Irish frisky

(a Juan Jaimesan hastaluego) from under the shag of his parallel brows. It was

then he made as if be but waved instead a handacross the sea as notice to quit

while the pacifettes made their armpacts widdershins (Frida! Freda! Paza ! Paisy

! Irine ! Areinette ! Bridomay ! Bentamai ! Sososopky! Bebebekka! Bababadkessy!

Ghugugoothoyou! Dama! Damadomina! Takiya! Tokaya! Scioccara! Siuccherillina!

Peocchia! Peucchia! Ho Mi Hoping! Ha Me Happinice! Mirra! Myrha! Solyma!

Salemita! Sainta! Sianta! O Peace!), but in selfrighting the balance of his

corporeity to reexchange widerembrace with the pillarbosom of the Dizzier he

loved prettier, between estellos and venoussas, bad luck to the lie but when

next to nobody expected, their star and gartergazer at the summit of his climax,

he toppled a lipple on to the off and, making a brandnew start for himself to

run down his easting, by blessing hes sthers with the sign of the southern

cross, his bungaloid borsaline with the hedgygreen bound blew off in a loveblast

(award for trover!) and Jawjon Redhead, bucketing after, meccamaniac, (the

headless shall have legs !), kingscouriered round with an easy rush and ready

relays by the bridge a stadion beyond Ladycastle (and what herm but he narrowly

missed fouling her buttress for her but for he acqueducked) and then, cocking a

snook at the stock of his sermons, so mear and yet so fahr from that region's

general, away with him at the double, the hulk of a garron, pelting after the

road, on Shanks's mare, let off like a wind hound loose (the bouchal! you'd

think it was that moment they gave him the jambos!) with a posse of tossing

hankerwaves to his windward like seraph's summonses on the air and a tempest of

good things in packetshape teeming from all accounts into the funnel of his

fanmail shrimpnet, along the highroad of the nation, Traitor's Track, following

which fond floral fray he was quickly lost to sight through the statuemen though

without a doubt he was all the more on that same head to memory dear while

Sickerson, that borne of bjoerne, la garde auxiliaire she murmured, hellyg

Ursulinka, full of woe (and how fitlier should goodboy's hand be shook than by

the warmin of her besom that wrung his swaddles?): Where maggot Harvey kneeled

till bags? Ate Andrew coos hogdam farvel! Wethen, now, may the good people speed

you, rural Haun, export stout fellow that you are, the crooner born with sweet

wail of evoker, healing music, ay, and heart in hand of Shamrogueshire ! The

googoos of the suckabolly in the rockabeddy are become the copiosity of

wiseableness of the friarylayman in the pulpitbarrel. May your bawny hair grow

rarer and fairer, our own only wideheaded boy! Rest your voice! Feed your mind!

Mint your peas ! Coax your qyous! Come to disdoon blarmey and walk our groves so

charming and see again the sweet rockelose where first you hymned O Ciesa Mea!

and touch the light theorbo! Songster, angler, choreographer! Piper to prisoned!

Musicianship made Embrassador-at-Large ! Good by nature and natural by design,

had you but been spared to us, Hauneen lad, but sure where's the use my talking

quicker when I know you'll hear me all astray? My long farewell I send to you,

fair dream of sport and game and always something new. Gone is Haun! My grief,

my ruin ! Our Joss-el-Jovan ! Our Chris-na-Murty ! 'Tis well you'll be looked

after from last~to first as yon beam of light we follow receding on your

photophoric pilgrimage to your antipodes in the past, you who so often consigned

your distributory tidings of great joy into our nevertoolatetolove box,

mansuetudinous manipulator, victimisedly victorihoarse, dearest Haun of all, you

of the boots, true as adie, stepwalker, pennyatimer, lampaddyfair,

postanulengro, our rommanychiel! Thy now paling light lucerne we ne'er may see

again. But could it speak how nicely would it splutter to the four cantons

praises be to thee, our pattern sent! For you had - may I, in our, your and

their names, dare to say it? - the nucleus of a glow of a zeal of soul of

service such as rarely, if ever, have I met with single men. Numerous are those

who, nay, there are a dozen of folks still unclaimed by the death angel in this

country of ours today, humble indivisibles in this grand continuum, overlorded

by fate and interlarded with accidence, who, while there are hours and days,

will fervently pray to the spirit above that they may never depart this earth of

theirs till in his long run from that place where the day begins, ere he

retourneys postexilic, on that day that belongs to joyful Ireland, the people

that is of all time, the old old oldest, the young young youngest, after decades

of longsuffering and decennia of brief glory, to mind us of what was when and to

matter us of the withering of our ways, their Janyouare Fibyouare wins true from

Sylvester (only Walker himself is like Waltzer, whimsicalissimo they go

murmurand) comes marching ahome on the summer-crust of the flagway. Life, it is

true, will be a blank without you because avicuum's not there at all, to nomore

cares from nomad knows, ere Molochy wars bring the devil era, a slip of the time

between a date and a ghostmark, rived by darby's chilldays embers, spatched fun

Juhn that dandyforth, from the night we are and feel and fade with to the

yesterselves we tread to turnupon.

But, boy, you did your strong nine furlong mile in slick and slapstick record

time and a farfetched deed it was in troth, champion docile, with your high

bouncing gait of going and your feat of passage will be contested with you and

through you, for centuries to come. The phaynix rose a sun before Erebia sank

his smother! Shoot up on that, bright Bennu bird! Va faotre! Eftsoon so too will

our own sphoenix spark spirt his spyre and sunward stride the rampante flambe.

Ay, already the sombrer opacities of the gloom are sphanished! Brave footsore

Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye! The silent cock

shall crow at ]ast. The west shall shake the east awake. Walk while ye have the

night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer, morroweth whereon every past shall full

fost sleep. Amain.