Book II Part II

With his broad
and hairy face,
to Ireland a
disgrace.
Menly about
peebles.
Don’t retch meat
fat salt lard
sinks down (and
out).

As we there are where are we are we there from tomtittot to teetootomtotalitarian. Tea tea too oo. Whom will comes over. Who to caps ever. And howelse do we hook our hike to find that pint of porter place? Am shot, says the big- guard.1 Whence. Quick lunch by our left, wheel, to where. Long Livius Lane, mid Mezzofanti Mall, diagonising Lavatery Square, up Tycho Brache Crescent,2 shouldering Berkeley Alley, querfixing Gainsborough Carfax, under Guido d’Arezzo’s Gadeway, by New Livius Lane till where we whiled while we whithered. Old Vico Roundpoint. But fahr, be fear! And natural, simple, slavish, filial. The marriage of Montan wetting his moll we know, like any enthewsyass cuckling a hoyden3 in her rougey

UNDE ET UBI.
SIC.
IMAGINABLE
ITINERARY
THROUGH
THE
PARTICULAR
UNIVERSAL
  1 Rawmeash, quoshe with her girlic teangue. If old Herod with the Cormwell’s eczema was to go for me like he does Snuffler whatever about his blue canaries I’d do nine months for his beaver beard.
2 Mater Mary Mercerycordial of the Dripping Nipples, milk’s a queer arrangement.
3 Real life behind the floodlights as shown by the best exponents of a royal
divorce.		  
 

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Swiney Tod, ye
Daimon Barbar!
Dig him in the
rubsh!
Ungodly old Ard-
rey, Cronwall
beeswaxing the
convulsion box. 		gipsylike chinkaminx pulshandjupeyjade and her petsybluse indecked o’ voylets.1 When who was wist was ware. En elv, et fjaell. And the whirr of the whins humming us howe. His hume. Hencetaking tides we haply return, trumpeted by prawns and ensigned with sea-kale, to befinding ourself when old is said in one and maker mates with made (O my!), having conned the cones and meditated the mured and pondered the pensils and ogled the olymp and delighted in her dianaphous and cacchinated behind his culosses, before a mosoleum. Length Withought Breath, of him, a chump of the evums, upshoot of picnic or stupor out of sopor, Cave of Kids or Hymanian Glattstoneburg, denary, danery, donnery, domm, who, entiringly as he continues highly- fictional, tumulous under his chthonic exterior but plain Mr Tumulty in muftilife,2 in his antisipiences as in his recognisances, is, (Dominic Directus) a manyfeast munificent more mob than man. Ainsoph,3 this upright one, with that noughty besighed him zeroine. To see in his horrorscup he is mehrkurios than saltz of sulphur. Terror of the noonstruck by day, cryptogam of each nightly bridable. But, to speak broken heaventalk, is he? Who is he? Whose is he? Why is he? Howmuch is he? Which is he? When is he? Where is he?4 How is he? And what the decans is there about him CONSTITU-
TION OF THE
CONSTITU-
TIONABLE AS
CONSTITU-
TIONAL.
  1 When we play dress grownup at alla ludo poker you’ll be happnessised to feel how fetching I can look in clingarounds.
2 Kellywick, Longfellow’s Lodgings, House of Comments III, Cake Walk,
Amusing Avenue, Salt Hill, Co. Mahogany, Izalond, Terra Firma.
3 Groupname for grapejuice.
4 Bhing, said her burglar’s head, soto poce. 		 
 

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Swing the banjo,
bantams, bounce-
the-baller’s
blown to fook.
Thsight near
left me eyes when
I seen her put
thounce otay
ithpot.
Quartandwds.
Tickets for the
Tailwaggers
Terrierpuppy
Raffle. 		anyway, the decemt man? Easy, calm your haste! Approach to lead our passage!
This bridge is upper.
Cross.
Thus come to castle.
Knock. 1 .
A password, thanks.
Yes, pearse.
Well, all be dumbed!
O really? 2
Hoo cavedin earthwight
At furscht kracht of thunder. 3
When shoo, his flutterby,
Was netted and named.4
Erdnacrusha, requiestress, wake em!
And let luck’s puresplutterall lucy at
ease! 5
To house as wise fool ages builded.
Sow byg eat. 6
Staplering to tether to, steppingstone to mount by, as the Boote’s at Pickardstown. And that skimmelk steed still in the groundloftfan. As over all. Or be these wingsets leaned to the outwalls, beastskin trophies of booth
of Baws the balsamboards? 7 Burials be ballyhouraised! So let Bacchus e’en call! Inn inn! Inn inn! Where. The babbers ply the pen. The bibbers drang the den. The papplicom, the pubblicam he’s turning tin for ten. From 		PROBA-
POSSIBLE
PROLEGO-
MENA TO
IDEAREAL
HISTORY.
GNOSIS OF
PRECREATE
DETERMINA-
TION.
AGNOSIS OF
POSTCREATE
DETER-
MINISM.
  1 Yussive smirte and ye mermon answerth from his beelyingplace below
the tightmark, Gotahelv!
2 O Evol, kool in the salg and ees how Dozi pits what a drows er.
3 A goodrid croven in a tynwalled tub.
4 Apis amat aram. Luna legit librum. Pulla petit pascua.
5 And after dinn to shoot the shades.
6 Says blistered Mary Achinhead to beautifed Tummy Tullbutt.
7 Begge. To go the Begge. To go to Begge and to be sure to reminder
Begge. Goodbeg, buggey Begge. 		 
 
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Mars speaking.
Smith, no home.
Non quod sed
quiat
Hearasay in
paradox lust. 		seldomers that most frequent him. That same erst crafty hakemouth which under the assumed name of Ignotus Loquor, of foggy old, harangued bellyhooting fishdrunks on their favorite stamping ground, from a father theo- balder brake.1 And Egyptus, the incenstrobed, as Cyrus heard of him? And Major A. Shaw after he got the miner smellpex? And old Whiteman self, the blighty blotchy, beyond the bays, hope of ostrogothic and ottomanic faith converters, despair of Pandemia’s postwartem plastic surgeons? But is was all so long ago. Hispano-Cathayan-Euxine, Castillian - Emeratic - Hebridian, Espanol - Cymric-Helleniky? Rolf the Ganger, Rough the Gang- ster, not a feature alike and the face the same.2 Pastimes are past times. Now let bygones be bei Gunne’s. Saaleddies er it in this warken werden, mine boerne, and it vild need older- wise 3 since primal made alter in garden of Idem. The tasks above are as the flasks below, saith the emerald canticle of Hermes and all’s loth and pleasestir, are we told, on excellent inkbottle authority, solarsystemised, seriol- cosmically, in a more and more almightily expanding universe under one, there is rhyme- less reason to believe, original sun. Securely judges orb terrestrial. 4 Haud certo ergo. But O felicitous culpability, sweet bad cess to you for an archetypt!  
  1 Huntler and Pumar’s animal alphabites, the first in the world from
aab to zoo.
2 We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of
fightning, we float the meditarenias and come bask to the isle we love
in
spice. Punt.
3 And this once golden bee a cimadoro.
4 And he was a gay Lutharius anyway, Sinobiled. You can tell by their
extraordinary clothes. 		 
 
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Bags.
Balls.
Move up,
Mackinerny!
Make room for
Muckinurney! 		Honour commercio’s energy yet aid the
linkless proud, the plurable with everybody
and ech with pal, this ernst of Allsap’s ale
halliday of roaring month with its two lunar
eclipses and its three saturnine settings! Horn
of Heatthen, highbrowed! Brook of Life, back-
frish! Amnios amnium, fluminiculum flami-
nulinorum! We seek the Blessed One, the
Harbourer-cum-Enheritance. Even Canaan
the Hateful. Ever a-going, ever a-coming.
Between a stare and a sough. Fossilisation, all
branches. 1 Wherefore Petra sware unto Ulma:
By the mortals’ frost! And Ulma sware unto
Petra: On my veiny life!
In these places sojournemus, where Eblinn
water, leased of carr and fen, leaving amont her
shoals and salmen browses, whom inshore
breezes woo with freshets, windeth to her
broads. A phantom city, phaked of philim
pholk, bowed and sould for a four of hundreds
of manhood in their three and threescore
fylkers for a price partitional of twenty six and
six. By this riverside, on our sunnybank, 2 how
buona the vista, by Santa Rosa! A field of May,
the very vale of Spring. Orchards here are
lodged; sainted lawrels evremberried. You
have a hoig view ashwald, a glen of marrons
and of thorns. Gleannaulinn, Ardeevin: purty
glint of plaising height. This Norman court at
boundary of the ville, yon creepered tower of
a church of Ereland, meet for true saints in
worshipful assemblage, 3 with our king’s house 		ARCHAIC
ZELOTYPIA
AND THE
ODIUM TEL-
EOLOGICUM.
THE LOCALI-
SATION OF
LEGEND
LEADING TO
THE LEGALI-
SATION OF
LATIFUND-
ISM.
  1 Startnaked and bonedstiff. We vivvy soddy. All be dood.
2 When you dreamt that you’d wealth in marble arch do you ever think
of
pool beg slowe.
3 Porphyrious Olbion, redcoatliar, we were always wholly rose marines
on our side every time.		  
 

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In snowdrop,
trou-de-dentelle,
flesh and helio-
trope.
Here’s our dozen
cousins from the
starves on tripes. 		of stone, belgroved of mulbrey, the still that
was mill and Kloster that was Yeomansland,
the ghastcold tombshape of the quick fore-
gone on, the loftleaved elm Lefanunian above-
mansioned, each, every, all is for the retro-
spectioner. Skole! Agus skole igen! 1 Sweet-
some auburn, cometh up as a selfreizing flower,
that fragolance of the fraisey beds: the phoenix,
his pyre, is still flaming away with trueprat-
tight spirit: the wren his nest is niedelig as the
turrises of the sabines are televisible. Here are
the cottage and the bungalow for the cobbeler
and the brandnewburgher: 2 but Izolde, her
chaplet gardens, an litlee plads af liefest pose,
arride the winnerful wonders off, the winner-
ful wonnerful wanders off, 3 with hedges of
ivy and hollywood and bower of mistletoe,
are, tho if it theem tho and yeth if you
pleathes, 4 for the blithehaired daughter of
Angoisse. All out of two barreny old perishers,
Tytonyhands and Vlossyhair, a kilolitre in
metromyriams. Presepeprosapia, the parent
bole. Wone tabard, wine tap and warm tavern 5
and, by ribbon development, from contact
bridge to lease lapse, only two millium two
humbered and eighty thausig nine humbered
and sixty radiolumin lines to the wustworts of
a Finntown’s generous poet’s office. Distorted
mirage, aloofliest of the plain, wherein the
 
  1 Now a muss wash the little face.
2 A viking vernacular expression still used in the Summerhill district
for a
jerryhatted man of forty who puts two fingers into his boiling soupplate
and
licks them in turn to find out if there is enough mushroom catsup in the
mutton broth.
3 H’dk’fs’h’p’y.
4 Googlaa pluplu.
5 Tomley. The grown man. A butcher szewched him the bloughs and
braches. I’m chory to see P. Shuter. 		 
 

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Bet you fippence,
anythesious,
there’s no pug-
gatory, are yous
game? 		boxomeness of the bedelias 1 makes hobby-
hodge happy in his hole. 2 The store and
charter, Treetown Castle under Lynne.-Riva-
pool? Hod a brieck on it! But its piers eerie,
its span spooky, its toll but a till, its parapets
all peripateting. D’Oblong’s by his by. Which
we all pass. Tons. In our snoo. Znore. While
we hickerwards the thicker. Schein. Schore.
Which assoars us from the murk of the mythe-
lated in the barrabelowther, bedevere butlered
table round, past Morningtop’s necessity and
Harington’s invention, to the clarience of the
childlight in the studiorium upsturts. Here
we’ll dwell on homiest powers, love at the
latch with novices nig and nag. The chorus:
the principals. For the rifocillation of their
inclination to the manifestation of irritation:
doldorboys and doll. 3 After sound, light and
heat, memory, will and understanding.
Here (the memories framed from walls are
minding) till wranglers for wringwrowdy
wready are, F þ, (at gaze, respecting, four-
teenth baronet, meet, altrettanth bancorot,
chaff) and ere commence commencement cata-
launic when Aetius check chokewill Attil’s
gambit, (that buxon bruzeup, give it a burl!)
lead us seek, O june of eves the jenniest,
thou who fleeest flicklesome the fond fervid
frondeur to thickly thyself attach with thine
efteased ensuer, 4 ondrawer of our uncon-
scionable, flickerflapper fore our unter- 		PREAUSTERIC
MAN AND HIS
PURSUIT OF
PAN-
HYSTERIC
WOMAN.
  1 I believe in Dublin and the Sultan of Turkey.
2 I have heard this word used by Martin Halpin, an old gardener from the
Glens of Antrim who used to do odd jobs for my godfather, the Rev. B.B.
Brophy of Swords.
3 Ravens may rive so can dove deelish.
4 A question of pull. 		 
 

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There was a
sweet hopeful
called Cis.
The Big Bear
bit the Sailor’s
Only. Trouble,
trouble, trouble.
Forening Unge
Kristlike Kvinne. 		drugged,1 lead us seek, lote us see, light us find,
let us missnot Maidadate, Mimosa Multimim-
etica, the maymeaminning of maimoomeining!
Elpis, thou fountain of the greeces, all shall speer
theeward,2 from kongen in his canteenhus to
knivers hind the knoll. Ausonius Audacior
and gael, gillie, gall.3 Singalingalying. Storiella
as she is syung. Whence followeup with end-
speaking nots for yestures, plutonically pur-
suant on briefest glimpse from gladrags, pretty
Proserpronette whose slit satchel spilleth peas.
Belisha beacon, beckon bright! Usherette,
unmesh us! That grene ray of earong it waves
us to yonder as the red, blue and yellow flogs
time on the domisole,4 with a blewy blow and
a windigo. Where flash becomes word and
silents selfloud. To brace congeners, trebly
bounden and asservaged twainly. Adamman,5
Emhe, Issossianusheen and sometypes Yggely
ogs Weib. Uwayoei! 6 So mag this sybilette be
our shibboleth that we may syllable her well!
Vetus may be occluded behind the mou in
Veto but Nova will be nearing as their radient
among the Nereids. A one of charmers, ay,
Una Unica, charmers, who, under the branches
of the elms, in shoes as yet unshent by stoni-
ness, wend, went, will wend a way of honey
myrrh and rambler roses mistmusk while still
the maybe mantles the meiblume or ever her 		URGES AND
WIDERURGES
IN A PRIMI-
TIVE SEPT.
  1 For Rose Point see Inishmacsaint.
2 Mannequins’ Pose.
3 Their holy presumption and hers sinfly desprit.
4 Anama anamaba anamabapa.
5 Only for he’s fathering law I could skewer that old one and slosh her
out
many’s the time but I thinks more of my pottles and ketts.
6 All abunk for Tarararat! Look slipper, soppyhat, we’ve a doss in the
manger. 		 
 

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Telltale me all
of annaryllies.
Will you carry
my can and
fight the fairies?
Allma Mathers,
Auctioneer.
Old Gavelkind
the Gamper and
he’s as daff as
you’re erse. 		if have faded from the fleur,1 their arms
enlocked, (ringrang, the chimes of sex appeal-
ing as conchitas with sentas stray,2 rung!), all
thinking all of it, the It with an itch in it, the All
every inch of it, the pleasure each will preen her
for, the business each was bred to breed by.3
Soon jemmijohns will cudgel about some
a rhythmatick or other over Browne and
Nolan’s divisional tables whereas she, of
minions’ novence charily being cupid, for
mug’s wumping, grooser’s grubbiness, andt’s
avarice and grossopper’s grandegaffe, with her
tootpettypout of jemenfichue will sit and knit
on solfa sofa.4 Stew of the evening, booksyful
stew. And a bodikin a boss in the Thimble
Theatre. But all is her-inbourne. Intend. From
gramma’s grammar she has it that if there is a
third person, mascarine, phelinine or nuder,
being spoken abad it moods prosodes from a
person speaking to her second which is the
direct object that has been spoken to, with and
at. Take the dative with his oblative5 for, even
if obsolete, it is always of interest, so spake
gramma on the impetus of her imperative, only
mind your genderous towards his reflexives
such that I was to your grappa (Bott’s trousend,
hore a man uff!) when him was me hedon6
and mine, what the lewdy saying, his analec-
tual pygmyhop.7 There is comfortism in the 		EARLY
NOTIONS OF
ACQUIRED
RIGHTS AND
THE INFLU-
ENCE OF
COLLECTIVE
TRADITION
UPON THE
INDIVIDUAL.
  1 One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.
2 Making it up as we goes along.
3 The law of the jungerl.
4 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
5 I’d like his pink’s cheek.
6 Frech devil in red hairing! So that’s why you ran away to sea, Mrs
Lappy. Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed!
7 A washable lovable floatable doll. 		 
 

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Undante
umoroso.
M. 50-50.
oþk þþàáoþ
ãþþiþþþ 		knowledge that often hate on first hearing
comes of love by second sight. Have your
little sintalks in the dunk of subjunctions, dual
in duel and prude with pruriel, but even the
aoriest chaparound whatever plaudered perfect
anent prettydotes and haec genua omnia may
perhaps chance to be about to be in the case to
be becoming a pale peterwright in spite of all
your tense accusatives whilstly you’re wall-
floored1 like your gerandiums for the better
half of a yearn or sob. It’s a wild’s kitten, my
dear, who can tell a wilkling from a warthog.
For you may be as practical as is predicable
but you must have the proper sort of accident
to meet that kind of a being with a difference.2
Flame at his fumbles but freeze on his fist.3
Every letter is a godsend, ardent Ares, brusque
Boreas and glib Ganymede like zealous Zeus,
the O’Meghisthest of all. To me or not to me.
Satis thy quest on. Werbungsap! Jeg suis, vos
wore a gentleman, thou arr, I am a quean. Is
a game over? The game goes on. Cookcook !
Search me. The beggar the maid the bigger
the mauler. And the greater the patrarc the
griefer the pinch. And that’s what your doctor
knows. O love it is the commonknounest thing
how it pashes the plutous and the paupe.4
Pop ! And egg she active or spoon she passive,
all them fine clauses in Lindley’s and Murrey’s
never braught the participle of a present to a
desponent hortatrixy, vindicatively I say it, 		 
  1 With her poodle feinting to be let off and feeling dead in herself. Is
love
worse living?
2 If she can’t follow suit Ren‚e goes to the pack.
3 Improper frictions is maledictions and mens uration makes me mad.
4 Llong and Shortts Primer of Black and White Wenchcraft. 		 
 

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I’ll go for that
small polly if
you’ll suck to
your lebbens-
quatsch.
O’Mara Farrell.
Verschwindibus.
Ulstria, 		from her postconditional future.1 Lumpsome
is who lumpsum pays. Quantity counts though
accents falter. Yoking apart and oblique ora-
tions parsed to one side, a brat, alanna, can
choose from so many, be he a sollicitor’s
appendix, a pipe clerk or free functionist
flyswatter, that perfect little cad, from the
languors and weakness of limberlimbed lassi-
hood till the head, back and heartaches of
waxedup womanage and heaps on heaps of
other things too. Note the Respectable Irish
Distressed Ladies and the Merry Mustard
Frothblowers of Humphreystown Associa-
tions. Atac first, queckqueck quicks after.
Beware how in that hist subtaile of schlangder2
lies liaison to tease oreilles ! To vert embowed
set proper penchant. But learn from that ancient
tongue to be middle old modern to the minute.
A spitter that can be depended on. Though
Wonderlawn’s lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she
broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the
leafery, ours is mistery of pain.3 You may spin
on youthlit’s bike and multiplease your Mike
and Nike with your kickshoes on the algebrars
but, volve the virgil page and view, the O of
woman is long when burly those two muters
sequent her so from Nebob4 see you never
stray who’ll nimm you nice and nehm the day.
One hath just been areading, hath not one,
ya, ya, in their memoiries of Hireling’s puny
wars, end so, und all, ga, ga, of The O’Brien,		 CONCOMI-
TANCE OF
COURAGE,
  1 The gaggles all out.
2 He’s just bug nuts on white mate he hasn’t the teath nor the grits to
choo
and that’s what’s wrong with Lang Wang Wurm, old worbbling goesbelly.
3 Dear and I trust in all frivolity I may be pardoned for trespassing
but I
think I may add hell.
4 He is my all menkind of every desception. 		 
 

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Monastir,
Leninstar and
Connecticut.
Cliopatria, thy
hosies history.
The Eroico
Furioso makes
the valet like
smiling.
The hyperape the
mink he groves the
mole you see nowfor
crushsake,chawley! 		The O’Connor, The Mac Loughlin and The
Mac Namara with summed their appondage,
da, da, of Sire Jeallyous Seizer, that gamely
torskmester,1 with his duo of druidesses in ready
money rompers2 and the tryonforit of Oxthie-
vious, Lapidous and Malthouse Anthemy. You
may fail to see the lie of that layout, Suetonia,3
but the reflections which recur to me are that
so long as beauty life is body love4 and so bright
as Mutua of your mirror holds her candle to
your caudle, lone lefthand likeless, sombring
Autum of your Spring, reck you not one spirt
of anyseed whether trigemelimen cuddle his
coddle or nope. She’ll confess it by her figure
and she’ll deny it to your face. If you’re not
ruined by that one she won’t do you any
whim. And then? What afters it? Cruff Gunne
may blow, Gam Gonna flow, the gossans eye
the jennings aye. From the butts of Heber and
Heremon, nolens volens, brood our pansies,
brune in brume. There’s a split in the infinitive
from to have to have been to will be. As they
warred in their big innings ease now we never
shall know. Eat early earthapples. Coax Cobra
to chatters. Hail, Heva, we hear! This is the
glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the
wind that lifted the leaves that folded the
fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the
garden Gough gave. Wide hiss, we’re wizen- 		COUNSEL
AND CON-
STANCY.
ORDINATION
OF OMEN,
ONUS AND
OBIT. DIS-
TRIBUTION
OF DANGER,
DUTY AND
DESTINY.
POLAR PRIN-
CIPLES.
  1 All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with
a hole behind it.
2 Skip one, flop fore, jennies in the cabbage store.
3 None of your cumpohlstery English here!
4 Understudy my understandings, Sostituda, and meek thine compline-
ment, gymnufleshed.
5 Tho’ I have one just like that to home, deadleaf brown with
quicksilver
appliques, would whollymost applissiate a nice shiny sleekysilk out of
that
slippering snake charmeuse. 		 
 

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Pige pas.
Seidlitz powther
for slogan
plumpers.
Hoploits and
atthems. 		ing. Hoots fromm, we’re globing. Why hidest
thou hinder thy husband his name? Leda, Lada,
aflutter-afraida, so does your girdle grow!
Willed without witting, whorled without
aimed. Pappapassos, Mammamanet, warwhets-
wut and whowitswhy. 1 But it’s tails for
toughs and titties for totties and come
buckets come-bats till deeleet. 2
Dark ages clasp the daisy roots, Stop, if you
are a sally of the allies, hot off Minnowaurs
and naval actiums, picked engagements and
banks of rowers. Please stop if you’re a
B.C. minding missy, please do. But should
you prefer A.D. stepplease. And if you miss
with a venture it serves you girly well glad.
But, holy Janus, I was forgetting the Blitzen-
kopfs! Here, Hengegst and Horsesauce, take
your heads 3 out of that taletub! And leave
your hinnyhennyhindyou! It’s haunted. The
chamber. Of errings. Whoan, tug, trace,
stirrup! It is distinctly understouttered that,
sense you threehandshighs put your twofoot-
large timepates in that dead wash of Lough
Murph and until such time pace one and the
same Messherrn the grinning statesmen, Brock
and Leon, have shunted the grumbling
coundedtouts, Starlin and Ser Artur Ghinis.
Foamous homely brew, bebattled by bottle,
gageure de guegerre. 4 Bull igien bear and
then bearagain bulligan. Gringrin gringrin.
Staffs varsus herds and bucks vursus barks.		 PANOPTICAL
PURVIEW OF
POLITICAL
PROGRESS
AND THE
FUTURE PRE-
SENTATION
OF THE PAST.
  1 What’s that ma’am? says I.
2 As you say yourself.
3 That’s the lethemuse but it washes off.
4 Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the
pepettes of our lovelives. 		 
 

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Curragh
machree, me
bosthoon fiend.
Femilies hug
bank!
All we suffered
under them Cow-
dung Forks and
how we enjoyed
over our pick of
the basketfild.
Old Kine’s
Meat Meal.
Flieflie for the
jillies and a
bombambum
for the
nappotondus. 		By old Grumbledum’s walls. Bumps, bellows
and bawls. 1 Opprimor’s down, up up Opima!
Rents and rates and tithes and taxes, wages,
saves and spends. Heil, heptarched span of
peace! 2 Live, league of lex, nex and the mores!
Fas est dass and foe err you. Impovernment
of the booble by the bauble for the bubble. So
wrap up your worries in your woe (wumpum-
tum!) and shake down the shuffle for the
throw. For there’s one mere ope 3 for down-
fall ned. As Hanah Levy, shrewd shroplifter,
and nievre anore skidoos with her spoileds. 4
To add gay touches. For hugh and guy and
goy and jew. To dimpled and pimpled and
simpled and wimpled. A peak in a poke and a
pig in a pew. 6 She wins them by wons, a haul
hectoendecate, for mangay mumbo jumbjubes
tak mutts and jeffs muchas bracelonettes
gracies barcelonas.6 O what a loovely free-
speech ’twas (tep) 7 to gar howalively hinter-
grunting! Tip. Like lilt of larks to burdened
crocodile, 8 or skittering laubhing at that
wheeze of old windbag, Blusterboss, blow-
harding about all he didn’t do. Hell o’ your
troop! With is the winker for the muckwits
of willesly and nith is the nod for the umproar
napollyon and hitheris poorblond piebold
hoerse. Huirse. With its tricuspidal hauberk- 		 
  1 Shake eternity and lick creation.
2 I’m blest if I can see.
3 Hoppity Huhneye, hoosh the hen. I like cluckers, you like nuts
(wink).
4 Sweet, medium and dry like altar wine.
5 Who’ll buy me penny babies?
6 Well, Maggy, I got your castoff devils all right and fits lovely. And
am
vaguely graceful. Maggy thanks.
7 My six is no secret, sir, she said.
8 Yes, there, Tad, thanks, give, from, tathair, look at that now. 		 
 

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Murdoch.
Pas d’action,
peu de sauce.
From the seven
tents of Joseph
till the calends of
Mary Marian,
olivehunkered
and thorny too.
As Shakefork
might pitch it.
helm coverchaf emblem on. For the man that
broke the ranks on Monte Sinjon. The all-
riddle of it? That that is allruddy with us,
ahead of schedule,which already is plan accom-
plished from and syne: Daft Dathy of the Five
Positions (the death ray stop him!) is still, as
reproaches Paulus, on the Madderhorn and,
entre chats and hobnobs, 1 daring Dunderhead
to shiver his timbers and Hannibal mac Hamil-
tan the Hegerite 2 (more livepower elbow him !)
ministerbuilding up, as repreaches Timothy,
in Saint Barmabrac’s. 3 Number Thirty two
West Eleventh streak looks on to that (may
all in the tocoming of the sempereternal speel
spry with it!) datetree doloriferous which
more and over leafeth earlier than every
growth and, elfshot, headawag, with frayed
nerves wondering till they feeled sore like any
woman that has been born at all events to the
purdah and for the howmanyeth and how-
movingth time at what the demons in that
jackhouse that jerry built for Massa and Missus
and hijo de puta, the sparksown fermament of
the starryk fieldgosongingon where blows
a nemone at each blink of windstill 4 they
were sliding along and sleeting aloof and
scouting around and shooting about. All-
whichwhile or whereaballoons for good
vaunty years Dagobert is in Clane’s clean
hometown prepping up his prepueratory
and learning how to put a broad face bronzily
out through a broken breached meataerial 		 
  1 Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!
2 If I gnows me gneesgnobs the both of him is gnatives of Genuas.
3 A glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please.
4 All the world loves a big gleaming jelly.		  
 

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Puzzly, puzzly,
I smell a cat.
Two makes a
wing at the ma-
croscope
telluspeep.
From the Buffalo
Times of bysone
days.
Quick quake
quokes the par-
rotbook of dates. 		from Bryan Awlining! Erin’s hircohaired
culoteer. 1
And as, these things being so or ere those
things having done, way back home in Pacata
Auburnia, 2 (untillably holy gammel Eire) one
world burrowing on another, (if you’ve got
me, neighbour, in any large lumps, geek?, ant
got the strong of it) Standfest, our topiocal
sagon hero, or any otther macotther, signs is
on the bellyguds bastille back, bucket up with
fullness, ant silvering to her jubilee, 3 birch-
leaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage
full of flesh ant fat as a hen’s i’ forehead,
Airyanna ant Blowyhart topsirturvy, that
royal pair in their palace of quicken boughs
hight The Goat ant Compasses (’phone
number 17:69, if you want to know 4 ) his sea-
arm strongsround her, her velivole eyne aship-
wracked, have discusst their things of the
past, crime and fable with shame, home and
profit,5 why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill
ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs
a mixture of, are heat bent and hard upon.
Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled. 6
Today is well thine but where’s may tomorrow
be. But, bless his cowly head and press his
crankly hat, what a world’s woe is each’s 		FROM CENO-
GENETIC DI-
CHOTOMY
THROUGH
DIAGONISTIC
CONCILI-
ANCE TO
DYNASTIC
CONTINU-
ITY.
  1 A pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.
2 My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was
looking for my shoe all through Arabia.
3 It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they
all soon get to look.
4 After me looking up the plan in Humphrey’s Justice of the Piece it
said to
see preseeding chaps.
5 O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas
behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down
on her
fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks.
6 Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born. 		 
 

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Some is out for
twoheaded dul-
carnons but more
pulfers turnips.
Omnitudes in a
knutshedell.
For all us kids
under his aegis.
Saving the public
his health.
Superlative abso-
lute of Porter-
stown.
other’s weariness waiting to beadroll his own
properer mistakes, the backslapping glad-
hander, 1 free of his florid future and the other
singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars,
gale with a blost to him, dove without gall.
And she, of the jilldaw’s nest 2 who tears up
lettereens she never apposed a pen upon. 3 Yet
sung of love and the monster man. What’s
Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough,
ough, brieve kindli! 4
Dogs’ vespers are anending. Vespertilia-
bitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke
to sate with Becchus. Zumbock! Achevre!
Yet wind will be ere fadervor 5 and the hour of
fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls
or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking
out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!)
long ’tis till gets bright that all cocks waken
and birds Diana 6 with dawnsong hail. Aught
darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepee-
strilling. At Brannan’s on the moor. At Tam
Fanagan’s weak yat his still’s going strang.
And still here is noctules and can tell things
acommon on by that fluffy feeling. Larges
loomy wheelhouse to bodgbox 7 lumber up
with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep
is peace who follow his law, Sunday 		THE MON-
GREL UNDER
THE DUNG-
MOUND.
SIGNIFI-
CANCE OF
THE INFRA-
LIMINAL IN-
TELLIGENCE.
OFFRANDES.
  1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers
and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our
hoydenname.
2 My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to
keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing
Holmes.
3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon’s
increscent.
4 Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle
black.
Moopetsi meepotsi
5 I was so snug off in my apholster’s creedle but at long leash I’ll
stretch
more capritious in his dapplepied bed.
6 Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.
7 A liss in hunterland. 		 
 

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Why so mucky
pick bridges
span our Flumi-
nian road.
P.C. Helmut’s in
the cottonwood,
listnin.
The throne is an
umbrella strande
and a sceptre’s a
stick.
Jady jewel, our
daktar deer.
Gautamed bud-
ders deossiphys-
ing our Theas.
By lineal in pon-
dus overthepoise. 		King. 1 His sevencoloured’s soot (Ochone!
Ochonal!) 2 and his imponence one heap lump-
block (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like
weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnral-
ly, 3 where every feaster’s a foster’s other, fian-
nians all. 4 The wellingbreast, he willing giant,
the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To
obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity
what’ll yet meek Mike 5 our diputy mimber when
he’s head on poll and Peter’s burgess and Miss
Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse
gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning
lives yet and will return after great deap sleap
rerising and a white night high with a cows of
Drommhiem as shower as there’s a wet en-
clouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a
truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams
tell Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will
not say it shall not be, this passing of order and
order’s coming, but in the herbest country and
in the country around Blath as in that city self
of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So
shuttle the pipers done. 6 Eric aboy! 7 And it’s
time that all paid tribute to this massive mor-
tiality, the pink of punk perfection as photo-
graphy in mud. Some may seek to dodge the 		 
  1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam’s
honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in
his
hand and his mouth open.
2 And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.
3 Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?
4 Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the
lays of ancient homes.
5 The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not
melt down his dripping ducks.
6 Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.
7 Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked
profanian
with his bakset of yosters.
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Pitchcap and
triangle, noose
and tinctunc.
Uncle Flabbius
Muximus to
Niecia Flappia
Minnimiss. As
this is. And as
this this is.
Dear Brotus,
land me arrears.
Rockaby, babel,
flatten a wall.
How he broke the
good news to
Gent.

gobbet for its quantity of quality but who
wants to cheat the choker’s got to learn to
chew the cud. Allwhichhole scrubs on scroll
circuminiuminluminatedhave encuoniams here
and improperies there. 1 With a pansy for the
pussy in the corner. 2
Bewise of Fanciulla’s heart, the heart of
Fanciulla! Even the recollection of willow
fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear. 3 The
rushes by the grey nuns’ pond: ah eh oh let
me sigh too. Coalmansbell: behoves you
handmake of the load. Jenny Wren: pick, peck.
Johnny Post: pack, puck. 4 All the world’s in
want and is writing a letters. 5 A letters from a
person to a place about a thing. And all the
world’s on wish to be carrying a letters. A let-
ters to a king about a treasure from a cat. 6
When men want to write a letters. Ten men,
ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a
ladder. And den men, dun men, fen men, fun
men, hen men, hun men went to raze a leader.
Is then any lettersday from many peoples,
Daganasanavitch? Empire, your outermost. 7
A posy cord. Plece.
We have wounded our way on foe tris
prince till that force in the gill is faint afarred		 INCIPIT IN-
TERMISSIO.
MAJOR AND
MINOR
  1 Gosem pher, gezumpher, greeze a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him!
2 And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth
her bothom dolours he’d have a culious impressiom on the diminitive that
chafes our ends.
3 When I’am Enastella and am taken for Essastessa I’ll do that droop on
the
pohlmann’s piano.
4 Heavenly twinges, if it’s one of his I’ll fearly feint as swoon as he
enter-
rooms.
5 To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And
when
you’re done push the chain.
6 With her modesties office.
7 Strutting as proud as a great turquin weggin that cuckhold on his
Eddems
and Clay’s hat. 		 
 

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  and the face in the treebark feigns afear. This
is rainstones ringing. Strangely cult for this
ceasing of the yore. But Erigureen is ever.
Pot price pon patrilinear plop, if the osseletion
of the onkring gives omen nome? Since alls
war that end war let sports be leisure and
bring and buy fair. Ah ah athclete, blest your
bally bathfeet! Towntoquest, fortorest, the
hour that hies is hurley. A halt for hearsake. 1 		MODES COA-
LESCING
PROLIFER-
ATE HOMO-
GENUINE
HOMOGEN-
EITY.
  1 Come, smooth of my slate,to the beat of my blosh! With all these gelded
ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms three’s so
much
more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing
times of
putting an end to myself and my malody, when I remembered all your pupil-
teacher’s erringnesses in perfection class. You sh’undn’t write you can’t
if you
w’udn’t pass for undevelopmented. This is the propper way to say that, Sr.
If
it’s me chews to swallow all you saidn’t you can eat my words for it as
sure as
there’s a key in my kiss. Quick erit faciofacey. When we will conjugate
to-
gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour, verbe de
vie
and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for
ever. Your are me severe? Then rue. My intended, Jr, who I’m throne away
on, (here he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon) when I slip through my
pettigo
I’ll get my decree and take seidens when I’m not ploughed first by some
Rolando the Lasso, and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my
collage
juniorees who, though they flush fuchsia, are they octette and virginity
in my
shade but always my figurants. They may be yea of my year but they’re
nary
nay of my day. Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in
to pry
they’ll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending mar-
riage. Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the
gamest
game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuring trot is her and she
vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive d’Oyly
and Winnie Carr,bejupers, they reized the dressing of a salandmon and how
a
peeper costs and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwaimen. It most have
bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrine von Terrefin.
Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all
should
I forget to) bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn’t it just divining that dog of a
dag
in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt’s altar, as cooledas as
cul-
cumbre, slapping my straights till the sloping ruins, postillion,
postallion, a
swinge a swank, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them horners
stagstruck on the leasward! Don’t be of red, you blanching mench! This
isabella I’m on knows the ruelles of the rut and she don’t fear andy
mandy. So
sing loud, sweet cheeriot, like anegreon in heaven! The good fother with
the
twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us
with
for our allmichael good. Amum. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth
is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it’s the surplice money, oh my
young
friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the
clothes. 		 
 

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Bibelous hics-
tory and Barbar-
assa harestary.
A shieling in cop-
pingers and por-
rish soup all days.
How matches
metroosers?
Le h‚los tombaut
soul sur la jambe
de marche. 		A scene at sight. Or dreamoneire. Which
they shall memorise. By her freewritten
Hopely for ear that annalykeses if scares for
eye that sumns. Is it in the now woodwordings
of our sweet plantation where the branchings
then will singingsing tomorrows gone and
yesters outcome as Satadays aftermoon lex
leap smiles on the twelvemonthsminding?
Such is. Dear (name of desired subject, A.N.),
well, and I go on to. Shlicksher. I and we
(tender condolences for happy funeral, one
if) so sorry to (mention person suppressed for
the moment, F.M.). Well (enquiries after all-
healths) how are you (question maggy). A
lovely (introduce to domestic circles) pershan
of cates. Shrubsher. Those pothooks mostly
she hawks from Poppa Vere Foster but these
curly mequeues are of Mippa’s moulding.
Shrubsheruthr. (Wave gently in the ere turn-
ing ptover.) Well, mabby (consolation of
shopes) to soon air. With best from cinder
Christinette if prints chumming, can be when
desires Soldi, for asamples, backfronted or,
if all, peethrolio or Get my Prize, using her
flower or perfume or, if veryveryvery chum-
ming, in otherwards, who she supposed adeal,
kissists my exits. Shlicksheruthr. From Auburn
chenlemagne. Pious and pure fair one, all has
concomitated to this that she shall tread them
lifetrees leaves whose silence hitherto has
shone as sphere of silver fastalbarnstone, that
fount Bandusian shall play liquick music and
after odours sigh of musk. Blotsbloshblothe,
one dear that was. Sleep in the water, drug at
the fire, shake the dust off and dream your one
who would give her sidecurls to. Till later
 
     
 

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Mai maintenante
elle est venuse.
Two Dons Johns
Threes Totty
Askins.
Also Spuke
Zerothruster.
A saxum shillum
for the sextum
but nothums for
that parridge
preast. 		Lammas is led in by baith our washwives, a
weird of wonder tenebrous as that evil thorn-
garth, a field of faery blithe as this flowing wild.
Aujourd’hui comme aux temps le Pline et de
Columelle la jacinthe se plait dans les Gaules,
la pervenche en Illyrie, la marguerite sur les
ruines de Numance 1 et pendant qu’autour d’elles
les villes ont chang‚ de maŒtres et de noms, que
plusieurs sont entr‚es dans le n‚ant, que les
civilisations se sont choqu‚es et bris‚es, leurs
paisibles g‚n‚rations ont travers‚ les ages et sont
arriv‚es jusqu’… nous, fraŒches et riantes comme
aux jours des batailles. 2
Margaritomancy! Hyacinthinous pervinci-
veness ! Flowers. A cloud. But Bruto and
Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues 3 the
whispered wilfulness, (’tis demonal!) and sha-
dows shadows multiplicating (il folsoletto nel
falsoletto col fazzolotto dal fuzzolezzo), 4 to-
tients quotients, they tackle their quarrel. Sicka-
moor’s so woful sally. Ancient’s aerger. And
eachway bothwise glory signs. What if she
love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan?
That’s how our oxyggent has gotten ahold of
half their world. Moving about in the free of
the air and mixing with the ruck. Enten eller,
either or.
And!
Nay, rather! 		THE PART
PLAYED BY
BELLETRI-
PAX-BEL-
LUM.
MUTUOMOR-
PHOMUTA-
TION.
SORTES VIR-
GINIANAE.
INTERROGATION.
EXCLAMATION.
  1 The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for Valsing-
giddyrex and his grand arks day triump.
2 Translout that gaswind into turfish, Teague, that’s a good bog and
you,
Thady, poliss it off, there’s nateswipe, on to your blottom pulper.
3 You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies and your
flashy
foreign mail so here’s my cowrie card, I dalgo, with all my exes, wise
and sad.
4 All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go to the
length of
seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless himself. 		 
 

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Tricks stunts.
Truckeys’ cant
for dactyl and
spondee.
Panoplous pere-
grine pifflicative
pomposity. 		With sobs for his job, with tears
for his toil, with horror for his squalor
but with pep for his perdition,1 lo, the
boor plieth as the laird hireth him.
Boon on begyndelse.
At maturing daily gloryaims! 2
A flink dab for a freck dive and a stern poise
for a swift pounce was frankily at the manual
arith sure enough which was the bekase he
knowed from his cradle, no bird better, why
his fingures were giving him whatfor to fife
with. First, by observation, there came boko
and nigh him wigworms and nigh him tittlies
and nigh him cheekadeekchimple and nigh
him pickpocket with pickpocketpumb, pick-
pocketpoint, pickpocketprod, pickpocket-
promise and upwithem. Holy Joe in lay
Eden. 3 And anyhows always after them the
dimpler he weighed the fonder fell he of his
null four lovedroyd curdinals, his element cur-
dinal numen and his enement curdinal marryng
and his epulent curdinal weisswassh and his
eminent curdinal Kay O’Kay. Always would
he be reciting of them, hoojahs koojahs, up by
rota, in his Fanden’s catachysm from fursed to
laced, quickmarch to decemvers, so as to pin the
tenners, thumbs down. And anon an aldays,
strues yerthere, would he wile arecreating em
om lumerous ways, caiuscounting in the
scale of pin puff pive piff, piff puff pive poo,
poo puff pive pree, pree puff pive pfoor, pfoor
puff pive pippive, poopive, 4 Niall Dhu, 		ANTITHESIS OF AMBI-
DUAL ANTICIPATION.
THE MIND FACTORY,
ITS GIVE AND TAKE.
AUSPICIUM.
AUGURIA.
DIVINITY
NOT DEITY
THE UNCER-
TAINTY JUS-
TIFIED BY
OUR CERTI-
TUDE.
EXAMPLES.
  1 While I’ll wind the wildwoods’ bluckbells among my window’s weeds.
2 Lawdy Dawdy Simpers.
3 But where, O where, is me lickle dig done?
4 That’s his whisper waltz I like from Pigott’s with that Lancydancy
step.
Stop. 		 
 

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Non plus ulstra,
Elba, nec, cashel-
bum tuum.
Dondderwedder
Kyboshicksal 		Foughty Unn, Enoch Thortig, endso one, like
to pitch of your cap, pac, on to tin tall spilli-
cans. 1 To sum, borus pew notus pew eurus
pew zipher. Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims.
Mumtiplay of course and carry to their whole
number. While on the other hand, traduced
by their comedy nominator to the loaferst
terms for their aloquent parts, sexes, suppers,
oglers, novels and dice. 2 He could find (the
rakehelly!) by practice the valuse of thine-to-
mine articles with no reminder for an equality
of relations and, with the helpings from his
tables, improduce fullmin to trumblers, links
unto chains, weys in Nuffolk till tods of
Yorek, oozies ad libs and several townsends,
several hundreds, civil-to-civil imperious
gallants into gells (Irish), bringing alliving
stone allaughing down to grave clothnails and
a league of archers, fools and lurchers under
the rude rule of fumb. What signifieth whole
that 3 but, be all the prowess of ten, ’tis as
strange to relate he, nonparile to rede, rite and
reckan, caught allmeals dullmarks for his
nucleuds and alegobrew. They wouldn’t took
bearings no how anywheres. O them dodd-
hunters and allanights, aabs and baas for
agnomes, yees and zees for incognits, bate
him up jerrybly! Worse nor herman doror-
rhea. Give you the fantods, seemed to him.
They ought to told you every last word first
stead of trying every which way to kinder
smear it out poison long. Show that the 		 
  1 Twelve buttles man, twentyeight bows of curls, forty bonnets woman
and every youthfully yours makes alleven add the hundred.
2 Gamester Damester in the road to Rouen, he grows more like his deed
every die.
3 Slash-the-Pill lifts the pellet. Run, Phoenix, run! 		 
 

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A stodge An-
gleshman has
been worked by
eccentricity.
An oxygon is no-
turally reclined
to rest.
Ba be bi bo bum.
median, hce che ech, interecting at royde
angles the parilegs of a given obtuse one bis-
cuts both the arcs that are in curveachord
behind. Brickbaths. The family umbroglia.
A Tullagrove pole 1 to the Height of County
Fearmanagh has a septain inclinaison 2 and the
graphplot for all the functions in Lower
County Monachan, whereat samething is rivi-
sible by nighttim, may be involted into the
zeroic couplet, palls pell inhis heventh glike
noughty times ì , find, if you are not literally
cooefficient, how minney combinaisies and per-
mutandies can be played on the international
surd! pthwndxrclzp!, hids cubid rute being
extructed, taking anan illitterettes,ififif at a tom.
Answers, (for teasers only). 3 Ten, twent, thirt,
see, ex and three icky totchty ones. From
solation to solution. Imagine the twelve
deaferended dumbbawls of the whowl above-
beugled to be the contonuation through
regeneration of the urutteration of the word
in pregross. It follows that, if the two ante-
sedents be bissyclitties and the three come-
seekwenchers trundletrikes, then, Aysha Lali-
pat behidden on the footplate, Big Whiggler 4
restant upsittuponable, the NCR 5 presents to
us (tandem year at lasted length!) an otto-
mantic turquo-indaco of pictorial shine by
pictorial shimmer so long as, gad of the gidday,
pictorial summer, viridorefulvid, lits asheen, 		 
  1 Dideney, Dadeney, Dudeney, O, I’d know that putch on your poll.
2 That is tottinghim in his boots.
3 Come all ye hapney coachers and support the richview press.
4 Braham Baruch he married his cook to Massach McKraw her uncle-in-
law who wedded his widow to Hjalmar Kjaer who adapted his daughter to
Braham the Bear. V for Wadlock, P for shift, H for Lona the Konkubine.
5 A gee is just a jay on the jaunts cowsway. 		 
 

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Finnfinnotus of
Cincinnati.
Arthurgink’s
hussies and
Everguin’s men.
Nom de nombres!
The balbearians. 		but (lenz alack lends a lot), if this habby cyclic
erdor be outraciously enviolated by a mierelin
roundtableturning, like knuts in maze, the zitas
runnind hare and dart 1 with the yeggs in
their muddle, like a seven of wingless arrows,
hodgepadge, thump, kick and hurry, all boy
more missis blong him he race quickfeller all
same hogglepiggle longer house blong him, 2
while the catched and dodged exarx seems
himmulteemiously to beem (he wins her hend!
he falls to tail!) the ersed ladest mand 3 and
(uhu and uhud!) the losed farce on erro-
roots, 4 twalegged poneys and threehandled
dorkeys (madahoy, morahoy, lugahoy, jog-
ahoyaway) MPM brings us a rainborne pamto-
momiom, aqualavant to (cat my dogs, if I
baint dingbushed like everything!) kaksitoista
volts yksitoista volts kymmenen volts yhdek-
san volts kahdeksan volts seitseman volts kuusi
volts viisi volts nelja volts kolme volts kaksi
volts yksi! allahthallacamellated, caravan series
to the finish of helve’s fractures.5 In outher
wards, one from five, two to fives ones, one
from fives two millamills with a mill and a
half a mill and twos twos fives fives of bully
clavers. For a surview over all the factionables
see Iris in the Evenine’s World. 6 Binomeans
to be comprendered. Inexcessible as thy by
god ways. The aximones. And their prosta-		  
 
1 Talking about trilbits.
2 Barneycorrall, a precedent for the prodection of curiosity from
children
3 A pfurty pscore of ruderic rossies haremhorde for his divelsion.
4 Look at your mad father on his boneshaker fraywhaling round Myriom
square.
5 Try Asia for the assphalt body with the concreke soul and the
forequarters
of the moon behinding out of his phase.
6 Tomatoes malmalaid with De Quinceys salade can be tastily served with
Indiana Blues on the violens. 		 
 

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Vive Paco
Hunter!
The hoisted in
red and the low-ered in black.
The boss’s bess
bass is the browd
of Mullingar.
The aliments of
jumeantry. 		lutes. For his neuralgiabrown.
Equal to=aosch.
P.t.l.o.a.t.o.
So, bagdad, after those initials falls and that
primary taincture, as I know and you know
yourself, begath, and the arab in the ghetto
knows better, by nettus, nor anymeade or
persan, comic cuts and series exerxeses always
were to be capered in Casey’s frost book of,
page torn on dirty, to be hacked at Hickey’s,
hucksler, Wellington’s Iron Bridge, and so, by
long last, as it would shuffle out, must he to
trump adieu atout atous to those cardinhands
he a big deal missed, radmachrees and rosse-
cullinans and blagpikes in suitclover. Dear
hearts of my counting, would he revoke them,
forewheel to packnumbers, and, the time being
no help fort, plates to lick one and turn over.
Problem ye ferst, construct ann aquilittoral
dryankle Probe loom! With his primal hand-
stoe in his sole salivarium. Concoct an equo-
angular trillitter. 1 On the name of the tizzer
and off the tongs and off the mythametical
tripods. Beatsoon.
Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph, 2
suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken
you, ninny? asks Kev, 3 expecting the answer
guess. 4 Nor was the noer long disappointed
for easiest of kisshams, he was made vicewise.
Oc, tell it to oui, do, Sem! Well, ’tis oil thusly.
First mull a mugfull of mud, son. 5 Oglores, 		HEPTAGRAMMATON.
HYPOTHESES
OF COM-
MONEST EX-
PERIENCES
BEFORE APO-
THEOSIS OF
THE LUSTRAL
PRINCIPIUM.
INGENIOUS
LABOUR-
TENACITY
AS BETWEEN
INGENUOUS
AND LIBERTINE.
PROPE AND
PROCUL IN
THE CON-
VERGENCE
OF THEIR
CONTRAPUL-
SIVENESS.
  1 As Rhombulus and Rhebus went building rhomes one day.
2 The trouveller.
3 Of the disorded visage.
4 Singlebarrelled names for doubleparalleled twixtytwins.
5 Like pudging a spoon fist of sugans into a sotspot of choucolout. 		 
 

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Wolsherwomens
at their weirdst. 		the virtuoser prays, olorum What the D.V.
would I to that for? That’s a goosey’s gans-
wer you’re for giving me, he is told, what the
Deva would you do that for? 1 Now, sknow
royol road to Puddlin, take your mut for a
first beginning, big to bog, back to bach.
Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam
will doob, I guess. A.I. Amnium instar. And
to find a locus for an alp get a howlth on her
bayrings as a prisme O and for a second O
unbox your compasses. I cain but are you
able? Amicably nod. Gu it! So let’s seth off
betwain us. Prompty? Mux your pistany at a
point of the coastmap to be called a but pro-
nounced olfa. There’s the isle of Mun, ah!
O! Tis just. Bene! Now, whole in applepine
odrer 2
(for -- husk, hisk, a spirit spires -- Dolph, dean of idlers, meager
suckling of gert stoan, though barekely a balbose boy, he too, --
venite, preteriti,3 sine mora dumque de entibus nascituris decentius in
lingua roman mortuorum parva chartula liviana ostenditur, seden-
tes in letitiae super ollas carnium, spectantes immo situm lutetiae unde
auspiciis secundis tantae consurgent humanae stirpes, antiquissimam
flaminum amborium Jordani et Jambaptistae mentibus revolvamus
sapientiam: totum tute fluvii modo mundo fluere, eadem quae ex
aggere fututa iterum inter alveum fore futura, quodlibet sese
ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium, omnem demun amnem
ripis rivalibus amplecti4 -- recurrently often, when him moved he
would cake their chair, coached rebelliumtending mikes of his
same and over his own choirage at Backlane Univarsity, among of
which pupal souaves the pizdrool was pulled up, bred and bat- 		 
  1 Will you walk into my wavetrap? said the spiter to the shy.
2 If we each could always do all we ever did.
3 Dope in Canorian words we’ve made. Spish from the Doc.
4 Basqueesh, Finnican, Hungulash and Old Teangtaggle, the only pure
way to work a curse.
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  tered, for a dillon a dollar,1 chanching letters for them vice o’verse
to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and
doublecressing twofold thruths and devising tingling tailwords
too whilest, cunctant that another would finish his sentence for
him, he druider would smilabit eggways2 ned, he, to don’t say
nothing, would, so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles,
trying to undo with his teeth the knots made by his tongue,
retelling humself by the math hour, long as he’s brood reel of
funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund
thoughts and the thirds the charmhim girlalove and fourther-
more and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and
proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes, in fine the whole
damning letter; and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland’s
leinster3 of saved and solomnones for the twicedhecame time, off
Lipton’s strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a tan soute of
sails4 he converted it’s nataves, name saints, young ordnands,
maderaheads and old unguished P.T. Publikums, through the
medium of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put off the barcelonas5
from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and
kiss on their bottes (Master!) as often as they came within blood-
shot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine
way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum
dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu,6 and that
same galloroman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of
landhavemiseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in
spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawn, all the brile, that
was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our
massangrey if mosshungry people, the at Wickerworks,7 still hold 		 
  1 An ounceworth of onions for a pennyawealth of sobs.
Who brought us into the yellow world!
Because it’s run on the mountain and river system.
When all them allied sloopers was ventitillated in their poppos and,
sliding down by creek and veek, stole snaking out to sea.
They were plumped and plumed and jerried and citizens and racers, and
cinnamondhued.
Creeping Crawleys petery parley, banished to his native Ireland from
erring under Ryan.
Had our retrospectable fearfurther gatch mutchtatches? 		 
 

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  ford to their healing and 1 byleave in the old weights downupon
the Swanny, innovated by him, the prence di Propagandi, the
chrism for the christmass, the pillar of the perished and the rock
o’ralereality, and it is veritably belied, we belove, that not allsods
of esoupcans that’s in the queen’s pottage post and not allfinesof
greendgold that the Indus contains would overhinduce them,
(o.p.) to steeplechange back once from their ophis workship and
twice on sundises, to their ancient flash and crash habits of old
Pales time ere beam slewed cable 2 or Derzherr, live wire, fired
Benjermine Funkling outa th’Empyre, sin righthand son; which,
cummal, having listed curefully to the interlooking and the under-
lacking of her twentynine shifts or his continental’s curses, pum-
mel, apostrophised Byrne’s and Flamming’s and Furniss’s and
Bill Hayses’s and Ellishly Haught’s, hoc, they (t.a.W.), sick
or whole, stiff or sober, let drop as a doombody drops, with-
out another ostrovgods word eitherways, in their own lineal
descendance, as priesto as puddywhack, 3 coal on: 4 and, as we
gang along to gigglehouse, talking of molniacs’ manias and
missions for mades to scotch the schlang and leathercoats for
murty magdies,of course this has blameall in that medeoturanian
world to say to blessed by Pointer the Grace’s his privates judge-
ments 5 whenso to put it, disparito, duspurudo, desterrado, des-
pertieu, or, saving his presents for his own onefriend Bevradge,
Conn the Shaughraun; but to return for a moment from the
reptile’s age 6 to the coxswain on the first landing (page Ainee
Riviere!) if the pretty Lady Elisabbess, Hotel des Ruines -- she
laid her batsleeve for him two trueveres tell love (on the Ides of
Valentino’s, at Idleness, Floods Area, Isolade, Liv’s lonely
daughter, with the Comes Tichiami, of Prima Vista, Abroad,
suddenly), and beauty alone of all dare say when now, uncrowned,
 
  1 That is to sight, when cleared of factions, vulgure and decimating.
They just spirits a body away.
Patatapadatback.
Dump her (the missuse).
Fox him! The leggy colt!
Do he not know that walleds had wars. Harring man, is neow king. This
is modeln times.		  
 

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  deceptered, in what niche of time 1 is Shee or where in the rose
world trysting, that was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle,
and the peg-of-my-heart of all the tompull or on whose limbs-to-
lave her semicupiose eyes now kindling themselves are brightning, 2
O Shee who then (4.32 M.P., old time, to be precise, according to
all three doctors waterburies that was Mac Auliffe and poor Mac-
Beth and poor MacGhimley to the tickleticks, of the synchron-
isms, all lauschening,a time also confirmed seven sincuries later by
the quatren medical johnny, poor old MacAdoo MacDollett, with
notary, 3 whose presence was required by law of Devine Fore-
sygth and decretal of the Douge) who after the first compliments 4
med darkist day light, gave him then that vantage of a Blinken-
sope’s cuddlebath at her proper mitts--if she then, the then that
matters,--but, seigneur! she could never have forefelt, as she yet
will fearfeel, when the lovenext breaks out, such a coolcold
douche as him, the totterer, the four-flights-the-charmer, doub-
ling back, in nowtime, 5 bymby when saltwater he wush him these
iselands, O alors! to mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot!) under
that chemise de and a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it
wash?) with a cheek white peaceful as, wen shall say, a single pro-
fessed claire’s 6 and his washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser’s
lampblick, to pure where they where hornest girls, to buy her in
par jure, il you plait, nuncandtunc and for simper, and other duel
mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth
super Luck, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice
(for’twas he was the born suborner, man) on behalf of an oldest
ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima and Gemiti, later on, his
craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish title, Grindings of Nash, 7 the
 
  1 Muckross Abbey with the creepers taken off.
Joke and Jilt will have their tilt.
Old Mamalujorum and Rawrogerum.
Why have these puerile blonds those large flexible ears?
Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuffin.
No wonder Miss Dotsh took to veils and she descended from that
obloquohy.
The bookley with the rusin’s hat is Patomkin but I’m blowed if I knowed
who the slave is doing behind the curtain. 		 
 

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  One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend corn-
wer, man -- ship me silver!, it must have been, faw! a terrible
mavrue mavone, to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a
finalley, and that’s flat as Tut’s fut, for whowghowho? the poour
girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so inseuladed as Crampton’s
peartree, (she sall eurn bitter bed by thirt sweet of her face !), and
short wonder so many of the tomthick and tarry members in all
there subsequious ages of our timocracy tipped to console with her
at her mirrorable gracewindow’d hut 1 till the ives of Man, the
O’Kneels and the O’Prayins and the O’Hyens of Lochlaunstown
and the O’Hollerins of Staneybatter, hollyboys, all, burryripe
who’ll buy?, 2 in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments
and that’s not the finis of it (would it were!) -- but to think of him
foundling a nelliza the second, 3 also cliptbuss (the best was still
there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, re-
triever to the last 4 -- escapes my forgetness now was it dust-
covered, nom de Lieu ! on lapse or street ondown, through, for or
from a foe, by with as on a friend, at the Rectory? Vicarage Road?
Bishop’s Folly? Papesthorpe?, after picket fences, stonewalls, out
and ins or oxers -- for merry a valsehood whisprit he to manny a
lilying earling; 5 and to try to analyse that ambo’s pair of brace-
leans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all 6 of that miching
micher’s bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mous-
taches, Dammad and Groany, into her limited (tuff, tuff, que tu es
pitre !) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends 7 in their dolight-
ful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper’s
brow and prickled ears !) as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition,
were a wrigular writher neonovene babe! 8 -- well, diarmuee and 		 
  1 O hce! O hce!
2 Six and seven the League.
3 It’s all round me hat I’ll wear a drooping dido.
4 Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being ourdeaned,
Mester Bootenfly, here’s me and Myrtle is twinkling to know.
5 To show they caught preferment.
6 See the freeman’s cuticatura by Fennella.
7 Just one big booty’s pot.
8 Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he died a natural
death. 		 
 

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  granyou and Vae Vinctis, that is what lamoor that of gentle
breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it’s
life that’s all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven
help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced
diorems in the Saint Lubbock’s Day number of that most improv-
ing of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted
before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in-
dices, it agins to pear like it,par my fay,and there is no use for your
pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood
claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green 1 to take
warning by the prispast, why?, by cows . man, in shirt, is how
he is pi- la gonna Š mobile and þ they wonet do ut; and, an you
could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded
goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was
you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a
jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands
derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that
but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled a la Mer
pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman
would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words
whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and
equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your
launer’s lightsome or your soulard’s schwearmood, it is that,
whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will
hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as
dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to
the march of a landsmaul, 2 in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on-
ward 3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi-
cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of
whisth to you sternly how -- Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic
yearlings -- you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line
somewhawre) 		 
  1 Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral.
2 Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.
3 Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag’ll row! 		 
 

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Uteralterance or
the Interplay of
Bones in the
Womb.
The Vortex.
Spring of Sprung
Verse. The Ver-
tex. 		Coss? Cossist? Your parn! You, you make
what name? (and in truth, as a poor soul is
between shift and shift ere the teath he has
lived through becomes the life he is to die
into, he or he had albut -- he was rickets as to
reasons but the balance of his minds was
stables -- lost himself or himself some som-
nione sciupiones, soswhitchoverswetch had
he or he gazet, murphy come, murphy go,
murphy plant, murphy grow, a maryamyria-
meliamurphies, in the lazily eye of his lapis,

DIAGRAM

Vieus Von DVbLIn, ’twas one of dozedeams
a darkies ding in dewood) the Turnpike under
the Great Ulm (with Mearingstone in Fore
ground). 1 Given now ann linch you take enn
all. Allow me! And, heaving alljawbreakical
expressions out of old Sare Isaac’s 2 universal
of specious aristmystic unsaid, A is for Anna
like L is for liv. Aha hahah, Ante Ann you’re
apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn gives rise.
Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh
leaves alass! Aiaiaiai, Antiann, we’re last to
the lost, Loulou! Tis perfect. Now (lens
WHY MY AS
LIKEWISE
WHIS HIS.
  1 Draumcondra’s Dream country where the betterlies blow.
2 O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that
old Pantifox
Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture? 		 
 

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Sarga, or the
path of outgoing.
Docetism and
Didicism, Maya-
Thaya. Tamas-
Rajas-Sattvas. 		your dappled yeye here, mine’s presbyoperian,
shill and wall) we see the copyngink strayed-
line AL (in Fig., the forest) from being con-
tinued, stops ait Lambday:1 Modder ilond
there too. Allow me anchore! I bring down
noth and carry awe. Now, then, take this in!
One of the most murmurable loose carollaries
ever Ellis threw his cookingclass. With Olaf
as centrum and Olaf’s lambtail for his spokes-
man circumscript a cyclone. Allow ter! Hoop !
As round as the calf of an egg! O, dear
me! O, dear me now! Another grand dis-
cobely! After Makefearsome’s Ocean. You’ve
actuary entducked one! Quok! Why, you
haven’t a passer! Fantastic! Early’ clever,
surely doomed, to Swift’s, alas, the galehus!
Match of a matchness, like your Bigdud dadder
in the boudeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar’s
Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in
the smukking precincts of lydias,2 with Mary
Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to edge
his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston
and Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz, our
papacocopotl, 3 Abraham Bradley King? (ting
ting! ting ting!) By his magmasine fall. Lumps,
lavas and all.4 Bene! But, thunder and turf, it’s
not alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The
mystery repeats itself todate as our callback
mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a
tanner, 5 used to sing, as I think, now and then
consinuously over her possetpot in her quer 		 
  1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids’ and dolls’ home.
Makeacake-
ache.
2 A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.
3 Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning.
4 At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one
5 We’re all found of our anmal matter. 		 
 

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Cell and its Pri-
vate Properties.
The haves and
the havenots: a
distinction. 		homolocous humminbass hesterdie and ist-
herdie forivor. 1 Vanissas Vanistatums! And
for a night of thoughtsendyures and a day. As
Great Shapesphere puns it. In effect, I re-
mumble, from the yules gone by, purr lil mur-
rerof myhind, so she used indeed. When she
give me the Sundaclouths she hung up for
Tate and Comyng and snuffed out the ghost
in the candle at his old game of haunt the
sleepper. Faithful departed. When I’m dream-
ing back like that I begins to see we’re only
all telescopes. Or the comeallyoum saunds.
Like when I dromed I was in Dairy and was
wuckened up with thump in thudderdown.
Rest in peace ! But to return. 2 What a wonder-
ful memory you have too ! Twonderful
morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring town
eau and curry nothung up my sleeve. Now,
springing quickenly from the mudland-Loosh
from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetra-
turn a somersault. All’s fair on all fours, as
my instructor unstrict me. Watch ! And you’ll
have the whole inkle. Allow, allow! Gyre O,
gyre O, gyrotundo ! Hop lala ! As umpty
herum as you seat! O, dear me, that was very
nesse! Very nace indeed! And makes us a
daintical pair of accomplasses! You, allus for
the kunst and me for omething with a handel
to it. Beve! Now, as will pressantly be felt,
there’s tew tricklesome poinds where our
twain of doubling bicirculars, mating approxe-
metely in their suite poi and poi, dunloop
into eath the ocher. Lucihere ! I fee where you
The Vegetable 		 
  1 Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn
Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.
2 Say where! A timbrelfill of twinkletinkle. 		 
 

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Zweispaltung as
Fundemaintalish
of Wiederher-
stellung. 		mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun, lemmas
quatsch, vide pervoys akstiom, and I think as
I’m suqeez in the limon, stickme punctum, but
for semenal rations I’d likelong, by Araxes,
to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there
on the batom 1 where Hoddum and Heave, our
monsterbilker, balked his bawd of parodies.
And let you go, Airmienious, and mick your
modest mock Pie out of Humbles up your
end. Where your apexojesus will be a point
of order. With a geing groan grunt and a
croak click cluck. 2 And my faceage kink and
kurkle trying to make keek peep. 3 Are you
right there, Michael, are you right? Do you
think you can hold on by sitting tight? Well,
of course, it’s awful angelous. Still I don’t feel
it’s so dangelous. Ay, I’m right here, Nickel,
and I’ll write. Singing the top line why it
suits me mikey fine. But, yaghags hogwarts
and arrahquinonthiance, it’s the muddest thick
that was ever heard dump since Eggsmather
got smothered in the plap of the pfan. Now,
to compleat anglers, beloved bironthiarn and
hushtokan hishtakatsch, join alfa pea and
pull loose by dotties and, to be more
sparematically logoical, eelpie and paleale by
trunkles. Alow me align while I encloud
especious ! The Nike done it. Like pah,4 I peh.
Innate little bondery. And as plane as a poke
stiff.5 Now, aqua in buccat. I’ll make you to
see figuratleavely the whome of your eternal 		 
  1 Parsee ffrench for the upholdsterer would be delightered.
2 I’ll pass out if the screw spliss his strut.
3 Thargam then goeligum? If you sink I can, swimford. Suksumkale!
4 Hasitatense?
5 The impudence of that in girl’s things! 		 
 

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Destiny, In-
flunce of Design
upon.
Prometheus or
the Promise of
Provision 		geomater. And if you flung her headdress on
her from under her highlows you’d wheeze
whyse Salmonson set his seel on a hexen-
gown.1 Hissss!, Arrah, go on! Fin for fun!
You’ve spat your shower like a son of Sibernia
but let’s have at it! Subtend to me now! Pisk!
Outer serpumstances beiug ekewilled, we care-
fully, if she pleats, lift by her seam hem and
jabote at the spidsiest of her trickkikant (like
thousands done before since fillies calpered.
Ocone ! Ocone !) the maidsapron of our A.L.P.,
fearfully! till its nether nadir is vortically where
(allow me aright to two cute winkles) its naval’s
napex will have to beandbe. You must proach
near mear for at is dark. Lob. And light
your mech. Jeldy! And this is what you’ll say.2
Waaaaaa. Tch! Sluice! Pla! And their, redneck,
(for addn’t we to gayatsee with Puhl the Pun-
kah’s bell?)mygh and thy, the living spit of
dead waters, 3 fastness firm of Hurdlebury Fenn,
discinct and isoplural in its (your sow to
the duble) sixuous parts, flument, fluvey and
fluteous, midden wedge of the stream’s your
muddy old triagonal delta, fiho miho, plain
for you now, appia lippia pluvaville, (hop the
hula, girls!) the no niggard spot of her safety
vulve, first of all usquiluteral threeingles, (and
why wouldn’t she sit cressloggedlike the lass
that lured a tailor?) the constant of fluxion,
Mahamewetma, pride of the province 4 and
when that tidled boare rutches up from the
Afrantic, allaph quaran’s his bett und bier! 5 		 
  1 The chape of Do¤a Speranza of the Nacion.
2 Ugol egal ogle. Mi vidim Mi.
3 It is, it is Sangannon’s dream.
4 And all meinkind.
5 Whangpoos the paddle and whiss whee whoo. 		 
 

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Their Rule.
Ecclasiastical
and Celestial
Hierarchies. The
Ascending. The
Descending.
The peripatetic
periphery. It’s
Allothesis. 		Paa lickam laa lickam, apl lpa ! This it is an her.
You see her it. Which it whom you see it is
her. And if you could goaneggbetter we’d soon
see some raffant scrumala riffa. Quicks herit
fossyending. Quef! So post that to your pape
and smarket ! And you can haul up that languil
pennant, mate. I’ve read your tunc’s dimissage.
For, let it be taken that her littlenist is of no
magnetude or again let it be granted that Doll
the laziest can be dissimulant with all respects
from Doll the fiercst, thence must any what-
youlike in the power of empthood be either
greater than or less than the unitate we
have in one or hence shall the vectorious ready-
eyes of evertwo circumflicksrent searclhers
never film in the elipsities of their gyribouts
those fickers which are returnally reprodictive
of themselves. 1 Which is unpassible. Quarrel-
lary. The logos of somewome to that base any-
thing, when most characteristically mantissa
minus, comes to nullum in the endth: 2 orso,
here is nowet badder than the sin of Aha with
his cosin Lil, verswaysed on coverswised, and
all that’s consecants and cotangincies till Per-
perp stops repippinghim since her redtangles
are all abscissan for limitsing this tendency of
our Frivulteeny Sexuagesima 3 to expense her-
selfs as sphere as possible, paradismic peri-
mutter, in all directions on the bend of the
unbridalled, the infinisissimalls of her facets
becoming manier and manier as the calicolum
of her umdescribables (one has thoughts of
that eternal Rome) shrinks from schurtiness
Ambages and 		 
  1 I enjoy as good as anyone.
2 Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked.
3 The boast of the town. 		 
 

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Canine Venus
sublimated to
Aulidic
Aphrodite.
Exclusivism: the
Ors, Sors and
Fors, which?		 to scherts. 1 Scholium, there are trist sigheds to
everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to
the feared. Qued? Mother of us all! O, dear
me, look at that now! I don’t know is it your
spictre or my omination but I’m glad you
dimentioned it ! My Lourde ! My Lourde ! If
that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see ! And
a superpbosition ! Quoint a quincidence ! O.K.
Omnius Kollidimus. As Ollover Krumwall
sayed when he slepped ueber his grannya-
mother. Kangaroose feathers: Who in the name
of thunder’d ever belevin you were that bolt?
But you’re holy mooxed and gaping up the
wrong palce 2 as if you was seeheeing the gheist
that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop
domefool! Where’s your belested loiternan’s
lamp? You must lap wandret down the bluish-
ing refluction below. Her trunk’s not her brain-
box. Hear where the bolgylines, Yseen here the
puncture. So he done it. Luck! See her good.
Well, well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that’s
very lovely ! We like Simperspreach Hammel-
tones to fellow Selvertunes O’Haggans. 3 When
he rolls over his ars and shows the hise of his
heels. Vely lovely entilely! Like a yangsheep-
slang with the tsifengtse. So analytical plaus-
ible ! And be the powers of Moll Kelly, neigh-
bour topsowyer, it will be a lozenge to me all
my lauffe. 4 More better twofeller we been speak
copperads. Ever thought about Guinness’s?
And the regrettable Parson Rome’s advice? 		 
  1 Hen’s bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
2 I call that a scumhead.
3 Pure chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble. Gee
each owe tea eye smells fish. That’s U.
4 The Doodles family, Hoodle doodle,
fam.? 		 
 

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Primanouriture
and Ultimo-
geniture
No Sturm. No
Drang.
Want to join the police. 1 You know, you were
always one of the bright ones, since a foot
made you an unmentionable,fakes ! You know,
you’re the divver’s own smart gossoon, aequal
to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you
are, hoax! You know, you’ll be dampned, so
you will, one of these invernal days but you
will be,carrotty! 2
Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look
time he stop long ground who here hurry he
would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet
me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob’s3
and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws
at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and
could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the
rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo I read, such a
spanish, escribibis all your mycoscoups) wont
to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to
me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor
for, while that Other by the halp of his creac-
tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from
the booty of fight our Same with the holp
of the bounty of food sought to delubberate
the mess from his corructive mund, with his
muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking
with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and
spirals’ wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil-
ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see
around the waste of noland’s browne jesus 4
(thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin
sweat the juggaleer’s veins (quench his quill!)
in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam- 		SICK US A
SOCK WITH
SOME SEDI-
MENT IN IT
FOR THE
SAKE OF OUR
DARNING
WIVES
  1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?
4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits! 		 
 

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Illustration.
Ascription of the
Active.
Proscription of
the Passive		 quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood
lekar! Where’s Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war itwas
in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer ! From this
misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible
fancyflame. 1 Ask for bosthoon, late for Mass,
pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could
wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne
as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick!
Nock the muddy nickers! 2 Christ’s Church
varses Bellial !) Dear and he went on to scripple
gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen
for her, he would pine for her, 3 how he would
patpun fun for all 4 with his frolicky frowner
so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how
are you, waggy? 5 My animal his sorrafool!
And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non ‚
vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot
all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister-
mysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with
a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday,
wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till
the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches!
He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of
shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or
touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more
ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low
on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle.
And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was
laying him long on his laughside lying sack
to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf’s intes- 		 
  1 And she had to seek a pond’s apeace to salve her suiterkins.
Sued!
2 Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish?
3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her
allover with
curtsey flowers.
4 A nastilow disigraible game.
5 Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to
the
corner. Grunny Grant. 		 
 

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Ensouling Fe-
male Sustains
Agonising Over-
man.
Sesama to the
Rescues. The
Key Signature.
tions, quoths the Bhagavat biskop Leech) Ann
opes tipoo soon ear! If you could me lendtill
my pascol’s kondyl, sahib, and the price of a
plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs
and merrymoney thanks to self for all the
clerricals and again begs guerdon for bistris-
pissing on your bunificence. Well wiggy-
wiggywagtail, and how are you,yaggy? With
a capital Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to
dear Picuchet. Blott.
Now, (peel your eyes, my gins, and brush
your saton hat, me elementator joyclid, son of
a Butt ! She’s mine, Jow low jure, 1 be Skibber-
ing’s eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees Arch-
way) watch him, having caught at the bi-
furking calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike
underworp he had ever funnet without diffi-
cultads, the aboleshqvick, signing away in
happinext complete, (Exquisite Game of in-
spiration! I always adored your hand. So could
I too and without the scrope of a pen. Ohr for
oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge ad
lib. Can you write us a last line? From Smith-
Jones-Orbison?) intrieatedly in years, jirry-
alimpaloop. And i Romain, hup u bn gd grl. 2
Unds alws my thts. To fallthere at bare feet
hurryaswormarose. Two dies of one raffle-
ment. Eche bennyache. Outstamp and dis-
tribute him at the expanse of his society. To
be continued. Anon.
And ook, ook, ook,fanky! All the charic-
tures 3 in the drame! This is how San holy- 		WHEN THE
ANSWERER
IS A LEMAN.
ALL SQUARE
AND
  1 I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knacking spots of the Plumpduffs
Pants.
2 Lifp year fends you all and moe, fouvenirs foft as fummer fnow, fweet
willings and forget-uf-knots.
3 Gag his tubes yourself. 		 
 

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Force Centres of
the Fire Serpen
ine: heart,
throat, navel,
spleen, sacral,
fontanella, inter-
temporal eye.
Conception of the
Compromise and
Finding of a
Formula.
Ideal Present
Alone Produces
Real Future. 		polypools. And this, pardonsky! is the way
Romeopullupalleaps. 1 Pose the pen, man,
way me does. Way ole missa vellatooth fust
show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue !
Bould strokes for your life ! Tip ! This is Steal,
this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is
Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is Doubbllinnbbay-
yates. 2 This is brave Danny weeping his spache
for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping
his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard !
how Chawleses Skewered parparaparnelligoes
between brave Danny boy and the Connolly.
Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L’arty Ma-
gory. Eregobragh. Prouf! 3
And Kev was wreathed with his pother.
But, (that Jacoby feeling again. for fore-
bitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kevvy too he
just loves his puppadums, I judge !) after all his
autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs
and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof
cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able
rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through
his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for
the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter
like it done for a manny another unpious of
the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at
length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercy-
stroke he measured his earth anyway? could
not but recken in his adder’s badder cadder
way our frankson who, to be plain, he fight
him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish
bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince 		ACCORDING
TO COCKER.
TROTHBLOWERS.
FIG AND
THISTLE
PLOT A PIG
AND WHISTLE.
  1 He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes.,
Mr
Tellibly Divilcult!
2 When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance!
3 The Brownes de Browne - Browne of Castlehacknolan. 		 
 

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Service super-
seding self.
Catastrophe and
Anabasis.
The rotary pro-
cessus and its
reestablishment
of reciprocities. 		wan’s won! Rip! 1 And his countinghands
rose.
Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple!
Slutningsbane. 2
Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried ! I can’t
say if it’s the weight you strike me to the
quick or that red mass I was looking at but at
the present momentum, potential as I am, I’m
seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours
to you and may you be commended for our
exhibitiveness! I’d love to take you for a
bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you’d only
sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker
barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long
as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with
them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my
maily was bag enough I’d send you a toxis.
By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely
for me! Didn’t he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite,
she studiert whas? With her listeningin coif-
fure, her dream of Endsland’s daylast and the
glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. 3
And less is the pity for she isn’t the lollypops
she easily might be if she had for a sample
Virginia’s air of achievement. That might
keep her from throwing delph. 4 As I was saying,
while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn
of the cards. We’re offals boys ambows. 5
For I’ve flicked up all the crambs as they
crumbed from your table um, singing glory
allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So 		WITH EBONISER.
IN PIX.
EUCHRE
RISK, MERCI BUCKUP, AND
MIND WHO
YOU’RE
PUCKING,
FLEBBY.
  1 A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday!
2 Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap!
3 Wipe your glosses with what you know.
4 If I’d more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your
rows
tureens.
5 Alls Sings and Alls Howls. 		 
 

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The Twofold
Truth and the
Conjunctive Ap-
petites of Oppo-
sitional Orexes.
Trishagion. 		read we in must book. It tells. He prophets
most who bilks the best.
And that salubrated sickenagiaour of yaours
have teaspilled all my hazeydency. Forge away,
Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp. Bleating Goad, it is
the least of things, Eyeinstye! Imagine it, my
deep dartry dullard! It is hours giving, not
more. I’m only out for celebridging over the
guilt of the gap in your hiscitendency. You are
a hundred thousand times welcome, old wort-
sampler, hellbeit you’re just about as culpable
as my woolfell merger would be. In effect I
could engage in an energument over you till
you were republicly royally toobally prussic
blue in the shirt after. 1 Trionfante di bestia! And
if you’re not your bloater’s kipper may I never
curse again on that pint I took of Jamesons.
Old Keane now, you’re rod, hook and sinker,
old jubalee Keane! Biddy’s hair. Biddy’s hair,
mine lubber. Where is that Quin but he sknows
it knot but what you that are my popular end-
phthisis were born with a solver arm up your
sleep. Thou in shanty ! Thou in scanty shanty ! !
Thou in slanty scanty shanty! ! ! Bide in your
hush! Bide in your hush, do! The law does
not aloud you to shout. I plant my penstock
in your postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be
to all remembrance. Vale. Ovocation of maid-
ing waters. 2 For auld lang salvy steyne. I
defend you to champ my scullion’s praises.
To book alone belongs the lobe. Foremaster’s
meed 3 will mark tomorrow, when we are
making pilscrummage to whaboggeryin with 		COME SI
COMPITA
CUNCTITI-
TITILATIO?
CONKERY
CUNK,
THIGH-
THIGHT-
TICKELLY-
THIGH, LIG-
GERILAG,
TITTERITOT,
LEG IN A TEE,
LUG IN A
LAW, TWO
AT A TIE,
THREE ON A
THRICKY
TILL OHIO
OHIO
IOIOMISS.
  1 From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice.
2 Not Kilty. But the manajar was. He! He! Ho! Ho! Ho!
3 Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory M Gusty. 		 
 

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Abnegation is
Adaptation.
Cato.
Nero.
Saul. Aristotle.
Julius Caesar.
Pericles.
Ovid.
Adam, Eve.
Domitian. Edipus
Socrates.
Ajax.
Homer.
Marcus Aurelius.
Alcibiades.
Lucretius. 		staff, scarf and blessed wallet and our aureoles
round our neckkandcropfs where as and when
Heavysciusgardaddy, parent who offers sweet-
meats, will gift uns his Noblett’s surprize.
With this laudable purpose in loud ability let
us be singulfied. Betwixt me and thee hung
cong. Item, mizpah ends.
But while the dial are they doodling dawd-
ling over the mugs and the grubs? Oikey,
Impostolopulos? 1 Steady steady steady steady
steady studiavimus. Many many many many
many manducabimus. 2 We’ve had our day at triv
and quad and writ our bit as intermidgets. Art,
literature, politics, economy,chemistry, human-
ity, &c. Duty, the daughter of discipline, the
Great Fire at the South City Markets, Belief in
Giants and the Banshee, A Place for Every-
thing and Everything in its Place, Is the Pen
Mightier than the Sword? A Successful Career
in the Civil Service, 3 The Voice of Nature in
the Forest, 4 Your Favorite Hero or Heroine,
On the Benefits of Recreation, 5 If Standing
Stones Could Speak, Devotion to the Feast of
the Indulgence of Portiuncula, The Dublin
Metropolitan Police Sports at Ballsbridge, De-
scribe in Homely Anglian Monosyllables the
Wreck of the Hesperus, 6 What Morals, if any,
can be drawn from Diarmuid and Grania? 7 Do
you Approve of our Existing Parliamentary
System? The Uses and Abuses of Insects, A 		ENTER THE
COP AND
HOW.
SECURES
GUBERNANT
URBIS
TERROREM.
  1 The divvy wants that babbling brook. Dear Auntie Emma Emma Eates.
2 Strike the day off, the nightcap’s on nigh. Goney, goney gone!
3 R.C., disengaged, good character, would help, no salary.
4 Where Lily is a Lady found the nettle rash.
5 Bubabipibambuli, I can do as I like with what’s me own. Nyamnyam.
6 Able seaman’s caution.
7 Rarely equal and distinct in all things. 		 
 

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Noah. Plato.
Horace. Isaac.
Tiresias.
Marius.
Diogenes.
Procne, Philo-
mela. Abraham.
Nestor. Cincin-
natus. Leonidas.
Jacob.
Theocritus.
Joseph.
Fabius. Samson.
Cain.
Esop.
Prometheus.
Lot. Pompeius Magnus,
Miltiades Strategos.
Solon.
Castor, Pollux.
Dionysius.
Sappho.
Moses. Job.
Catilina.
Cadmus. Ezekiel.
Solomon. Themistocles.
Vitellius. Darius.		 Visit to Guinness’ Brewery, Clubs, Advan-
tages of the Penny Post, When is a Pun not a
Pun? Is the Co-Education of Animus and
Anima Wholly Desirable? 1 What Happened at
Clontarf? Since our Brother Johnathan Signed
the Pledge or the Meditations of Two Young
Spinsters, 2 Why we all Love our Little Lord
Mayor, Hengler’s Circus Entertainment, On
Thrift, 3 The Kettle-Griffith-Moynihan Scheme
for a New Electricity Supply, Travelling in the
Olden Times, 4 American Lake Poetry, the
Strangest Dream that was ever Halfdreamt. 5
Circumspection, Our Allies the Hills, Are
Parnellites Just towards Henry Tudor? Tell a
Friend in a Chatty Letter the Fable of the
Grasshopper and the Ant, 6 Santa Claus, The
Shame of Slumdom, The Roman Pontiffs
and the Orthodox Churches, 7 The Thirty
Hour Week, Compare the Fistic Styles of
Jimmy Wilde and Jack Sharkey, How to
Understand the Deaf, Should Ladies learn
Music or Mathematics? Glory be to Saint
Patrick! What is to be found in a Dustheap,
The Value of Circumstantial Evidence,
Should Spelling? Outcasts in India, Collecting
Pewter, Eu, 8 Proper and Regular Diet
Necessity For, 9 If You Do It Do It Now. 		 
  1 Jests and the Beastalk with a little rude hiding rod.
2 Wherry like the whaled prophet in a spookeerie.
3 What sins is pim money sans Paris!
4 I’ve lost the place, where was I?
5 Something happened that time I was asleep, torn letters or was
there
snow?
6 Mich for his pain, Nick in his past.
7 He has toglieresti in brodo all over his agrammatical parts of face
and as for
that hippofoxphiz, unlucky number, late for the christening!
8 Eh, Monsieur? O- Monsieur? Eu, Monsieur? Nenni No, Monsieur!
9 Ere we hit the hay, brothers, let’s have that response to prayer! 		 
 

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Xenophon.
Pantocracy.
Bimutualism.
Interchangeabil-
ity. Naturality.
Superfetation.
Stabimobilism.
Periodicity.
Consummation.
Interpenetrative-
ness. Predicam-
ent. Balance of
the factual by the
theoric Boox and
Coox, Amallaga-
mated. 		Delays are Dangerous. Vitavite! Gobble
Anne: tea’s set, see’s eneugh ! Mox soonly
will be in a split second per the chancellory
of his exticker.
Aun
Do
Tri
Car
Cush 1
Shay
Shockt
Ockt
Ni
Geg 2
Their feed begins.
NIGHTLETTER

With our best youlldied greedings to Pep
and Memmy and the old folkers below and
beyant, wishing them all very merry Incar-
nations in this land of the livvey and plenty
of preprosperousness through their coming
new yonks
from
jake, jack and little sousoucie
(the babes that mean too)
MAWMAW,
LUK, YOUR
BEEEFTAY’S
FIZZIN OVER!
KAKAO-
POETIC
LIPPUDENIES
OF THE
UNGUMP-
TIOUS.
  1 Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!
2 And gags for skool, and crossbuns and whopes he’ll enjoyimsolff over
our drawings on the line! 		 
 

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