Book III Part I
Tolv two elf kater ten (it cant be)
Pedwar pemp foify tray (it must be) twelve
And low stole oer the stillness the
heartbeats of sleep. White fogbow spans. The arch embattled. Mark as capsules.
The nose of the man who was nought like the nasoes. It is self tinted,
wrinkling, ruddled. His kep is a gorsecone. He am Gascon Titubante of
Tegmine-sub-Fagi whose fixtures are mobiling so wobiling befear my remembrandts.
She, exhibit next, his Anastashie. She has prayings in lowdelph. Zeehere
green eggbrooms. What named blautoothdmand is yon who stares? Gugurtha!
Gugurtha! He has becco of wild hindigan. Ho, he hath hornhide! And hvis
now is for you. Pense! The most beautiful of woman of the veilch
veilchen veilde. She would kidds to my voult of my palace, with obscidian
luppas, her aal in her dhoves suckling. Apagemonite! Come not nere!
Black! Switch out!
Methought as I was dropping asleep somepart
in nonland of wheres please (and it was when you and they were we)
I heard at zero hour as twere the peal of vixens laughter
among midnights chimes from out the belfry of the cute old speckled
church tolling so faint a goodmantrue as nighthoods unseen violet
rendered all animated greatbritish and Irish objects nonviewable to human
watchers save twere perchance anon some glistery gleam darkling
adown surface of affluvial flowandflow as again might seem garments of
laundry reposing a leasward close at hand in full expectation. And as
I was jogging along in a dream as dozing I was dawdling, arrah, methought
broadtone was heard and the creepers and the gliders and flivvers of the
earth breath and the dancetongues of the woodfires and the hummers in
their ground all vociferated echoating: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post! with
a high voice and O, the higher on high the deeper and low, I heard him
so! And lo, mescemed somewhat came of the noise and somewho might amove
allmurk. Now, twas as clump, now mayhap. When look, was light and
now twas as flasher, now moren as the glaow. Ah, in unlitness twas
in very similitude, bless me, twas his belted lamp! Whom we dreamt
was a shaddo, sure, hes lightseyes, the laddo! Blessed momence,
O romence, hes growing to stay! Ay, he who so swayed a will of a
wisp before me, hand prop to hand, prompt side to the pros, dressed like
an earl in just the correct wear, in a classy mac Frieze ocoat of
far suparior ruggedness, indigo braw, tracked and tramped, and an Irish
ferrier collar, freeswinging with mereswin lacers from his shoulthern
and thick welted brogues on him hammered to suit the scotsmost public
and climate, iron heels and sparable soles, and his jacket of providence
wellprovided woolies with a softrolling lisp of a lapel to it and great
sealingwax buttons, a good helping bigger than the slots for them, of
twentytwo carrot krasnapoppsky red and his invulnerable burlap whiskcoat
and his popular choker, Tamagnum sette-and-forte and his loud boheem toy
and the damaskers overshirt he sported inside, a starspangled zephyr
with a decidedly surpliced crinklydoodle front with his motto through
dear life embrothred over it in peas, rice, and yeggyyolk, Or for royal,
Am for Mail, R.M.D. hard cash on the nail and the most successfully carried
gigot turnups now you ever, (What A Pairfact crease! how amsolookly kersse!)
breaking over the ankle and hugging the shoeheel, everything the best-none
other from (Ah, then may the turtles blessings of God and Mary and
Haggispatrick and Huggisbrigid be souptumbling all over him!) other than
(and may his hundred thousand welcome stewed letters, relayed wand postchased,
multiply, ay faith, and plultiply!) Shaun himself.
What a picture primitive!
Had I the concordant wiseheads of Messrs
Gregory and Lyons alongside of Dr Tarpeys and I dorsay the reverend
Mr Mac Dougalls, but I, poor ass, am but as their fourpart tincklers
dunkey. Yet methought Shaun (holy messonger angels be uninterruptedly
nudging him among and along the winding ways of random ever!) Shaun in
proper person (now may all the blueblacksliding constellations continue
to shape his changeable timetable!) stood before me. And I pledge you
my agricultural word by the hundred and sixty odds rods and cones of this
evens vision that young fellow looked the stuff, the Bel of Beaus
Walk, a prime card if ever was! Pep? Now without deceit it is hardly too
much to say he was looking grand, so fired smart, in much more than his
usual health. No mistaking that beamish brow! There was one for you that
neer would nunch with good Duke Humphrey but would aight through
the months without a sign of an err in hem and then, otherwise rounding,
fourale to the lees of Traroe. Those jehovial oyeglances! The heart of
the rool! And hit the hencoop. He was immense, topping swell for he was
after having a great time of it, a twentyfour hours every moment matters
maltsight, in a porterhouse,scutfrank, if you want to know, Saint Lawzenge
of Tooles, the Wheel of Fortune, leave your clubs in the hall and
wait on yourself, no chucks for walnut ketchups, Lazenbys and Chutney
graspis (the house the once queen of Bristol and Balrothery twice admired
because her frumped door looked up Dacent Street) where in the sighed
of lovely eyes while his knives of hearts made havoc he had recruited
his strength by meals of spadefuls of mounded food, in anticipation of
the faste of tablenapkins, constituting his threepartite pranzipal meals
plus a collation, his breakfast of first, a bless us O blood and thirsthy
orange, next, the half of a pint of becon with newled googs and a segment
of riceplummy padding, met of sunder suigar and some cold forsoaken steak
peatrefired from the batblack night oerflown then, without prejuice
to evectuals, came along merendally his stockpot dinner of a half a pound
or round steak, very rare, Blongs best from Portarlingtons
Butchery, with a side of riceypeasy and Corkshire alla mellonge and bacon
with (a little mar pliche!) a pair of chops and thrown in from the silver
grid by the proprietoress of the roastery who lives on the hill and gaulusch
gravy and pumpernickel to wolp up and a gorgers bulby onion (Margareter,
Margaretar Margarasticandeatar) and as well with second course and then
finally, after his avalunch oclock snack at Appelredts or
Kitzy Bratens of saddlebag steak and a Botherhim with her old phoenix
portar, jistr to gwen his gwistel and praties sweet and Irish too and
mock gurgle to whistle his way through for the swallying, swp by swp,
and he getting his tongue arount it and Bolands broth broken into
the bargain, to his regret his soupay avic nightcap, vitellusit, a carusal
consistent with second course eyer and becon (the rich of) with broad
beans, hig, steak, hag, pepper the diamond bone hotted up timmtomm and
whiletwas after that he scoffed a drakeling snuggily stuffed following
cold loin of veal more cabbage and in their green free state a clister
of peas, soppositorily petty, last. P.S. but a fingerhot of rheingenever
to give the Pax cum Spiritututu. Drily thankful. Burud and dulse and typureely
jam, all free of charge, aman, and. And the best of wine avec. For his
heart was as big as himself, so it was, ay, and bigger! While the loaves
are aflowering and the nachtingale jugs. All St Jilians of Berry,
hurrah there for tobies! Mabhrodaphne, brown pride of our custard house
quay, amiable with repastful, cheerus graciously, cheer us! Ever of thee,
Anne Lynch,hes deeply draiming! Houseanna! Tea is the Highest! For
auld lang Ayternitay! Thus thicker will he grow now, grew new. And better
and better on butterand butter. At the sign of Mesthress Vanhungrig. However!
Mind you, nuckling down to nourritures, were they menuly some ham and
jaffas, and I dont mean to make the ingestion for the moment that
he was guilbey of gulpable gluttony as regards chewable boltaballs, but,
biestings be biestings, and upon the whole, when not off his oats, given
prelove appetite and postlove pricing good coup, goodcheap, were it thermidor
oogst or floreal may while the whistling prairial roysters play, between
gormandising and gourmeteering, he grubbed his tuck all right, deah smorregos,
every time he was for doing dirt to a meal or felt like a bottle of ardilaun
arongwith a smag of a lecker biss of a welldressed taart or. Though his
net intrants wight weighed nought but a flyblow to his gross and ganz
afterduepoise. And he was so jarvey jaunty with a romp of a schoolgirls
completion sitting pretty over his Oyster Monday print face and he was
plainly out on the ramp and mash, as you might say, for he sproke.
Overture and beginners!
When lo (whish, O whish!) mesaw mestreamed,
as the green to the gred was flew, was flown, through deafths of durkness
greengrown deeper I heard a voice, the voce of Shaun, vote of the Irish,
voise from afar (and cert no purer puer palestrine eer chanted panangelical
mid the clouds of Tu es Petrus, not Michaeleen Kelly, not Mara OMario,
and sure, what more numerose Italicuss ever rawsucked frish uov in urinal?),
a brieze to Yverzone oer the brozaozaozing sea, from Inchigeela
call the way how it suspired (morepork! morepork!) to scented nightlife
as softly as the loftly marconimasts from Clifden sough open tireless
secrets (mauveport! mauveport!) to Nova Scotias listing sisterwands.
His handpalm lifted,his handshell cupped,his
handsign pointed, his handheart mated, his handaxe risen, his handleaf
fallen. Helpsome hand that holemost heals! What is het holy! It gested.
And it said:
- Alo, alass, aladdin, amobus! Does she
lag soft fall means rest down? Shaun yawned, as his general address rehearsal,
(that was antepropreviousdays pigeons-in-a-pie with rough dough
for the carrier and the hash-say-ugh of overgestern pluzz the stuesdays
shampain in his head, with the memories of the past and the hicnuncs of
the present embelliching the musics of the futures from Miccherunis
band) addressing himself ex alto and complaining with vocal discontent
it was so close as of the fact the rag was up and of the briefs and billpasses,
a houseful of deadheads, of him to dye his paddycoats to morn his hesternmost
earning, his board in the swealth of his fate as, having moistened his
manducators upon the quiet and scooping molars and grinders clean with
his two fore fingers, he sank his hunk, dowanouet to resk at once, exhaust
as winded hare, utterly spent, it was all he could do (disgusted with
himself that the combined weight of his tons of iosals was a hundred mens
massed too much for him), upon the native heath he loved covered kneehigh
with virgin bush, for who who eer trod sod of Erin could ever sleep
off the turf! Well, Im liberally dished seeing myself in this trim!
How all too unwordy am I, a mere mailman of peace, a poor loust hastehater
of the first degree, the principot of Candia, no legs and a title, for
such eminence, or unpro promenade rather, to be much more exact, as to
be the bearer extraordinary of these postoomany missive on his majestys
service while me and yous and them were extending us after the pattern
of reposiveness! Weh is me, yeh is ye! I, the mightif beam maircanny,
which bit his mirth too early or met his birth too late! It should of
been my other with his leickname for hes the head and Im an
everdevoting fiend of his. I can seeze tomirror in tosdays of yer when
we lofobsed os so ker. Those sembal simon pumpkel pieman yers! We shared
the twin chamber and we winked on the one wench and what Sim sobs todie
Ill reeve tomorry, for twill be, I have hopes of, Sam Dizziers
feedst. Tune in, tune on, old Tighe, high, high, high, Im thine
owelglass. Be old! He looks rather thin, imitating me. Im very fond
of that other of mine. Fish hands Macsorley! Elien! Obsequies! Bonzeye!
Isaac Egaris Ass! Were the musichall pair that won the swimmyease
bladdhers at the Guinness gala in Badeniveagh. I ought not to laugh with
him on this stage. But he such a game loser! I lift my disk to him.
Brass and reeds, brace and ready! How is your napper, Handy, and hownow
does she stand? First he was living to feel what the eldest daughter she
was panseying and last he was dying to know what old Madre Patriack does
be up to. Take this Johns Lane in your toastingfourch. Shaunti and
shaunti and shaunti again! And twelve coolinder moons! I am no helotwashipper
but I revere her! For my own coant! She has studied! Piscisvendolor! Youre
grace! Futs dronk of Wouldndom! But, Gemini, hes looking frightfully
thin! I heard the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay. Down among the
dustbins let him lie! Ear! Ear! Not ay! Eye! Eye! For Im at the
heart of it. Yet I cannot on my solemn merits as a recitativer recollect
ever having done of anything of the kind to deserve of such. Not the phost
of a nation! Nor by a long trollop! I just didnt have the time to.
Saint Anthony Guide!
- But have we until now ever besought you,
dear Shaun, we remembered, who it was, good boy, to begin with, who out
of symphony gave you the permit?
- Goodbye now, Shaun replied, with a voice
pure as a churchmode, in echo rightdainty, with a good catlick tug at
his cocomoss candylock, a foretaste in time of his cabbageous brains
curlyflower. Athiacaro! Comb his tar odd gee sing your mower O meeow?
Greet thee Good? How are them columbuses! Lard have mustard on them! Fatiguing,
very fatiguing. Hobos homknees and the corveeture of my spine. Poumeerme!
My heaviest crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed as hard as the thinkamuddles
of the Greeks and a board as bare as a Roman altar. Im off rabbited
kitchens and relief porridgers. No later than a very few fortnichts since
I was meeting on the Thinkers Dam with a pair of men out of glasshouse
whom I shuffled hands with named MacBlacks - I think their names is MacBlakes
- from the Headfire Clump - and they were improving me and making me beliek
no five hour factory life with insufficient emollient and industrial disabled
for them that day ogratises. I have the highest gratification by
anuncing how I have it from whowho but Hagios Colleenkillers prophecies.
After suns and moons, dews and wettings, thunders and fires, comes sabotag.
Solvitur palumballando! Tilvido! Adie!
- Then, we explained, salve a tour, ambly
andy, you possibly might be so by order?
- Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid
lipes, not what I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on
me premitially by Hireark Books and Chiefoverseer Cooks in their Eusebian
Concordant Homilies and there does be a power coming over me that is put
upon me from on high out of the book of breedings and so as it is becoming
hairydittary I have of coerce nothing in view to look forward at unless
it is Swann and beating the blindquarters out of my oldfellows orologium
oloss olorium. A bad attack of maggot it feels like. Tis trope,
custodian said. Almost might I say of myself, while keeping out of crime,
I am now becoming about fed up be going circulating about them new hiklers
highways like them nameless souls,ercked and skorned and grizzild all
over, till its rusty October in this bleak forest and was veribally
complussed by thinking of the crater of some noted volcano or the Dublin
river or the catchalot trouth subsias away out or to isolate i from my
multiple Mes on the spits of Lumbage Island or bury meself, clogs, coolcellar
and all, deep in my wineupon ponteen unless Morrisseys colt could
help me or the gander maybe at 49 as it is a tithe fish so it is, this
pigs stomach business, and where on dearth or in the miraculous
meddle of this expending umniverse to turn since it came into my hands
I am hopeless off course to be doing anything concerning.
- We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed,
but from franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn
out, we hear to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter.
Speak to us of Emailia.
- As, Shaun replied patly, with tootlepick
tact too and a down of his dampers, to that I have the gumpower and, by
the benison of Barbe, that is a lock to say with everything, my beloved.
- Would you mind telling us, Shaun honey, beg little big moreboy, we proposed
to such a dear youth, where mostly are you able to work. Ah, you might!
Whimper and we shall.
- Here! Shaun replied, while he was fondling
one of his cowheel cuffs. Theres no sabbath for nomads and I mostly
was able to walk, being too soft for work proper, sixty odd eilish mires
a week between three masses a morn and two chaplets at eve. I am always
telling those pedestriasts, my answerers, Top, Sid and Hucky, now (and
it is a veriest throth as the thieves rescension) how it was forstold
for me by brevet for my vacation in life while possessing stout legs to
be disbarred after holy orders from unnecessary servile work of reckless
walking of all sorts for the relics of my time for otherwise by my so
douching I would get into a blame there where sieves fall out, Excelsior
tips the best. Weak stop work stop walk stop whoak. Go thou this island,
one housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there,
then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies. Never back a woman you
defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend never make face
to a foe till hes rife and never get stuck to another mans
pfife. Amen; ptah! His hungry will be done! On the continent as in Eironesia.
But believe me in my simplicity I am awful good, I believe, so I am, at
the root of me, praised be right cheek Discipline! And I can now truthfully
declaret before my Geitys Pantokreator with my fleshfettered palms
on the epizzles of the apossels that I do my reasonablers best to
recite my grocery beans for mummy mit dummy mot muthar mat bonzar regular,
genuflections enclosed. Hek domov muy, there thou beest on the hummock,
ghee up, ye dog, for your daggily broth, etc., Happy Maria and Glorious
Patrick, etc., etc. In fact, always, have I believe. Greedo! Hers
- And it is the fullsoot of a tarabred.
Yet one minutes observation, dear dogmestic Shaun, as we point out
how you have while away painted our town a wearing greenridinghued.
- O murder mere, how did you hear? Shaun
replied, smoiling the ily way up his lampsleeve (it just seemed the natural
thing to do), so shy of light was he then. Well, so be it! The gloom hath
rays, her lump is love. And I will confess to have, yes. Your diogneses
is anonest mans. Thrubedore I did! Inditty I did. All lay I did.
Down with the Saozon ruze! And I am afraid it wouldnt be my first
coats wasting after striding on the vampire and blazing on the focoal.
See! blazing on the focoal. As see! blazing upon the foe. Like the regular
redshank I am. Impregnable as the mule himself. Somebody may perhaps hint
at an aughter impression of was wrong. No such a thing! You never made
a more freudful mistake, excuse yourself! Whats pork to you means
meat to me while you behold how I be eld. But it is grandiose by my ways
of thinking from the prophecies. New worlds for all! And they were scotographically
arranged for gentlemen only by a scripchewer in whofoundland who finds
he is a relative. And it was with my extravert davy. Like glue. Be through.
Moyhards daynoight, tomthumb. Phwum!
- How mielodorous is thy bel chant, O songbird,
and how exqueezit thine after draught! Buccinate in Emenia tuba insigni
volumnitatis tuae. But do you mean, O phausdheen phewn, from Pontoffbellek
till the Kisslemerched our ledan triz will be? we gathered substantively
whether furniture would or verdure varnish?
- It is a confoundyous injective so to
say, Shaun the fiery boy shouted, naturally incensed, as he shook the
red pepper out of his auricles. And another time please confine your glaring
intinuations to some other mordant body. What on the physiog of this furnaced
planet would I be doing besides your verjuice? That is more than I can
fix, for the teom bihan, anyway. So let I and you now kindly drop that,
angryman! Thats not French pastry. You can take it from me. Understand
me when I tell you (and I will ask you not to whisple, cry golden or quoth
mecback) that under the past purcells office, so deeply deplored
by my erstwhile elder friend, Miss Enders, poachmistress and gay receiver
ever for in particular to the Scotic Poor Mens Thousand Gallon Cow
Society (I was thinking of her in sthore) allbethey blessed with twentytwo
thousand sorters out of a biggest poss of twentytwo thousand, mines
won, too much privet stationery and safty quipu was ate up larchly by
those nettlesome goats out of pension greed. Colpa di Becco, buon apartita!
Proceding, I will say it is also one of my avowals intentions, at
some time pease Pod pluse murthers of gout (when I am not prepared to
say) so apt as my pen is upt to scratch, to compound quite the makings
of a verdigrease savingsbook in the form of a pair of capri sheep boxing
gloves surrounding this matter of the Welsfusel mascoteers and their sindybuck
that saved a city for my publickers, Nolaner and Browno, Nickil Hopstout,
Christcross, so long as, thanks to force of destiny, my selary as a paykelt
is propaired, and there is a peg under me and there is a tum till me.
To the Very Honourable The Memory of Disgrace,
the Most Noble, Sometime Sweepyard at the Service of the Writer. Salutem
dicint. The just defunct Mrs Sanders who (the Loyd insure her!) I was
shift and shuft too, with her shester Mrs Shunders, both mudical dauctors
from highschoolhorse and aslyke as Easthers leggs. She was the niceliest
person of a wellteached nonparty woman that I ever acquired her letters,
only too fat, used to babies and tottydean verbish this is her entertermentdags
for she shuk the bottle and tuk the medascene all times a day. She was
well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the poetics, me having
stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon also was standing in
a corner of sweet Standerson my ski. P.L.M Mevrouw von Andersen was her
whogave me a muttonbrooch, stakkers for her begfirst party. Honour thy
farmer and my litters. This, my tears, is my last will intesticle wrote
off in the strutforit about their absent female assauciations which I,
or perhaps any other person what squaton a toffette, have the honour to
had upon their polite sophykussens in the real presence of devouted Mrs
Grumby when her skin was exposed to the air. O what must the grief of
my mund be for two little ptpt coolies worth twenty thousand quad herewitdnessed
with boths maddlemass wishes to Pepette for next match from their
dearly beloved Roggers, M.D.D. O.D. May doubling drop of drooght! Writing.
- Hopsoloosely kidding you are totether
with your cadenus and goat along nose how we shall complete that white
paper. Two venusstas! Biggerstiff! Qweer but gaon! Be trouz and wholetrouz!
Otherwise, frank Shaun, we pursued, what would be the autobiography of
your softbodied fumiform?
- Hooraymost! None whomsoever, Shaun replied,
Heavenly blank! (he had intentended and was peering now rather close to
the paste of his rubiny winklering) though it ought to be more or less
rawcawcaw romantical. By the wag, how is Mr Fry? All of it, I might say,
in ex-voto, pay and perks and wooden halfpence, some rhino, rhine, O joyoust
rhine, was handled over spondaneously by me (and bundle end to my illwishers
Miss Anders! she woor her wraith of ruins the night she lost I left!)
in the ligname of Mr van Howten of Tredcastles, Clowntalkin, timbreman,
among my prodigits nabobs and navious of every subscription entitled the
Bois in the Boscoor, our evicted tenemants. What I say is (and I am noen
roehorn or culkilt permit me to tell you, if uninformed), I never spont
it. Nor have I the ghuest of innation on me the way to. It is my rule
so. It went anyway like hot pottagebake. And this brings me to my fresh
point. Quoniam, I am as plain as portable enveloped, inhowmuch, you will
now parably receive, care of one of Mooseyeare Goonnesss registered
andouterthus barrels. Quick take um whiffat andrainit. Now!
- So vi et! we responded. Song! Shaun,
song! Have mood! Hold forth! - I apologuise, Shaun began, but I would
rather spinooze you one from the grimm gests of Jacko and Esaup, fable
one, feeble too. Let us here consider the casus, my dear little cousis
of the Ondt and the Gracehoper.
The Gracehoper was always jigging ajog,
hoppy on akkant of his joyicity, (he had a partner pair of findlestilts
to supplant him), or, if not, he was always making ungraceful overtures
to Floh and Luse and Bienie and Vespatilla to play pupa-pupa and pulicy-pulicy
and langtennas and pushpygyddyum and to commence insects with him, there
mouthparts to his orefice and his gambills to there airy processes, even
if only in chaste, ameng the everlistings, behold a waspering pot. He
would of curse melissciously, by his fore feelhers, flexors, contractors,
depressors and extensors, lamely, harry me, marry me, bury me, bind me,
till she was puce for shame and allso fourmish her in Spinners housery
at the earthsbest schoppinhour so summery as his cottage, which was cald
fourmillierly Tingsomingenting, groped up. Or, if he was always striking
up funny funereels with Besterfarther Zeuts, the Aged One, With all his
wigeared corollas, albedinous and oldbuoyant, inscythe his elytrical wormcasket
and Dehlia and Peonia, his druping nymphs, bewheedling him, compound eyes
on hornitosehead, and Auld Letty Plussiboots to scratch his cacumen and
cackle his tramsitus, diva deborah (seven bolls of sapo, a lick of lime,
two spurts of fussfor, threefurts of sulph, a shake oshouker, doze
grains of migniss and a mesfull of midcap pitchies. The whool of the whaal
in the wheel of the whorl of the Boubou from Bourneum has thus come to
taon!), and with tambarins and cantoridettes soturning around his eggshill
rockcoach their dance McCaper in retrophoebia, beck from bulk, like fantastic
disossed and jenny aprils, to the ra, the ra, the ra, the ra, langsome
heels and langsome toesis, attended to by a mutter and doffer duffmatt
baxingmotch and a myrmidins of pszozlers pszinging Satyrs Caudledayed
Nice and Hombly, Dombly Sod We Awhile but Ho, Time Timeagen, Wake! For
if sciencium (whats what) can mute uns nought, a thought,
abought the Great Sommboddy within the Omniboss, perhops an artsaccord
(hoots hoot) might sing ums tumtim abutt the Little Newbuddies that
ring his panch. A high old tide for the barheated publics and the whole
day as gratiis! Fudder and lighting for ally looty, any filly in a fog,
for OCronione lags acrumbling in his sands but his sunsunsuns still
tumble on. Erething above ground, as his Book of Breathings bed him, so
as everwhy, sham or shunner, zeemliangly to kick time.
Grouscious me and scarab my sahull What
a bagateller it is! Libelulous! Inzanzarity! Pou! Pschla! Ptuh! What a
zeit for the goths! vented the Ondt, who, not being a sommerfool, was
thothfolly making chilly spaces at hisphex affront of the icinglass of
his windhame, which was cold antitopically Nixnixundnix. We shall not
come to party at that lopps, he decided possibly, for he is not
on our social list. Nor to Bas berial nether, thon sloghard, this
oldeborres yaar ablong as theres a khul on a khat. Nefersenless,
when he had safely looked up his ovipository, he loftet hails and prayed:
May he me no voida water! Seekit Hatup! May no he me tile pig shed on!
Suckit Hotup! As broad as Beppys realm shall flourish my reign shall
flourish! As high as Heppys hevn shall flurrish my haine shall hurrish!
Shall grow, shall flourish! Shall hurrish! Hummum.
The Ondt was a weltall fellow, raumybult
and abelboobied, bynear saw altitudinous wee a schelling in kopfers. He
was sair sair sullemn and chairmanlooking when he was not making spaces
in his psyche, but, laus! when he wore making spaces on his ikey, he ware
mouche mothst secred and muravyingly wisechairmanlooking. Now whim the
sillybilly of a Gracehoper had jingled through a jungle of love and debts
and jangled through a jumble of life in doubts afterworse, wetting with
the bimblebeaks, drikking with nautonects, bilking with durrydunglecks
and horing after ladybirdies (ichnehmon diagelegenaitoikon) he fell joust
as sieck as a sexton and tantoo pooveroo quant a churchprince, and wheer
the midges to wend hemsylph or vosch to sirch for grub for his corapusse
or to find a hospes, alick, he wist gnit! Bruko dry! fuko spint! Sultamont
osa bare! And volomundo osi videvide! Nichtsnichtsundnichts! Not one pickopeck
of muscowmoney to bag a tittlebits of beebread! Iomio! Iomio! Cricks
corbicule, which a plight! O moy Bog, he contrited with melanctholy. Meblizzered,
him sluggered! I am heartily hungry!
He had eaten all the whilepaper, swallowed
the lustres, devoured forty flights of styearcases, chewed up all the
mensas and seccles, ronged the records, made mundballs of the ephemerids
and vorasioused most glutinously with the very timeplace in the ternitary
- not too dusty a cicada of neutriment for a chittinous chip so mitey.
But when Chrysalmas was on the bare branches, off he went from Tingsomingenting.
He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania. Had he twicycled the sees of the
deed and trestraversed their revermer? Was he come to hevre with his engiles
or gone to hull with the poop? The June snows was flocking in thuckflues
on the hegelstomes, millipeeds of it and myriopoods, and a lugly whizzling
tournedos, the Boraborayel]ers, blohablasting tegolhuts up to tetties
and ruching sleets off the coppeehouses, playing ragnowrock rignewreck,
with an irritant, penetrant, siphonopterous spuk. Grausssssss! Opr! Grausssssss!
The Gracehoper who, though blind as batflea,
yet knew, not a leetle beetle, his good smetterling of entymology asped
nissunitimost lous nor liceens but promptly tossed himself in the vico,
phthin and phthir, on top of his buzzer, tezzily wondering wheer would
his aluck alight or boss of both appease and the next time he makes the
aquinatance of the Ondt after this they have met themselves, these mouschical
umsummables, it shall be motylucky if he will beheld not a world of differents.
Behailed His Gross the Ondt, prostrandvorous upon his dhrone, in his Papylonian
babooshkees, smolking a spatial brunt of Hosana cigals, with unshrinkables
farfalling from his unthinkables, swarming of himself in his sunnyroom,
sated before his comfortumble phullupsuppy of a plate omonkynous
and a confucion of minthe (for he was a conformed aceticist and aristotaller),
as appi as a oneysucker or a baskerboy on the Libido, with Floh biting
his leg thigh and Luse lugging his luff leg and Bieni bussing him under
his bonnet and Vespatilla blowing cosy fond tutties up the allabroad length
of the large of his smalls. As entomate as intimate could pinchably be.
Emmet and demmet and be jiltses crazed and be jadeses whipt! schneezed
the Gracehoper, aguepe with ptchjelasys and at his wittols indts,
what have eyeforsight! The Ondt, that true and perfect host, a spiter
aspinne, was making the greatest spass a body could with his queens laceswinging
for he was spizzing all over him like thingsumanything in formicolation,
boundlessly blissfilled in an allallahbath of houris. He was ameising
himself hugely at crabround and marypose, chasing Floh out of charity
and tickling Luse, I hope too, and tackling Bienie, faith, as well, and
jucking Vespatilla jukely by the chimiche. Never did Dorsan from Dunshanagan
dance it with more devilry! The veripatetic imago of the impossible Gracehoper
on his odderkop in the myre, after his thrice ephemeral journeeys, sans
mantis ne shooshooe, featherweighed animule, actually and presumptuably
sinctifying chronics despair, was sufficiently and probably coocoo
much for his chorous of gravitates. Let him be Artalone the Weeps with
his parisites peeling off him Ill be Highfee the Crackasider. Flunkey
Footle furloughed foul, writing off his phoney, but Conte Carme makes
the melody that mints the money. Ad majorem l.s.d.! Divi gloriam. A darkener
of the threshold. Haru? Orimis, capsizer of his antboat, sekketh rede
from Evil-it-is, lord of loaves in Amongded. Be it! So be it! Thou-who-thou-art,
the fleet-as spindhrift, impfang thee of mine wideheight. Haru! The thing
pleased him andt, and andt,
He larved ond he larved on he merd such
The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace
I forgive you, grondt Ondt, said the
For their sukes of the sakes you are
safe in whose keeping.
Teach Floh and Luse polkas, show Bienie
And be sure Vespatilla fines fat ones
As I once played the piper I must now
pay the count
So saida to Moyhammlet and marhaba to
Let who likes lump above so what flies
be a full un;
I could not feel moregruggy if this
I pick up your reproof, the horsegift
of a friend,
For the prize of your save is the price
of my spend.
Can castwhores pulladeftkiss if oldpollocks
Or Culex feel etchy if Pulex dont
A locus to loue, a term it tembarass,
These twain are the twins that tick
Has Aquileone nort winged to go syf
Since the Gwyfyn we were in his farrest
And that Accident Man not beseeked where
his story ends
Since longsephyring sighs sought heartseast
for their orience?
We are Wastenot with Want, precondamned,
two and true,
Till Nolans go volants and Bruneyes
Ere those gidflirts now gadding you
quit your mocks for my gropes
An extense must impull, an elapse must
Of my tectucs takestock, tinktact, and
As I view by your farlook hale yourself
to my heal.
Partiprise my thinwhins whiles my blink
points unbroken on
Your wholes whercabroads with
Touts trightyright token on.
My in risible universe youdly haud find
Sulch oxtrabeeforeness meat soveal behind.
Your feats end enormous, your volumes
(May the Graces I hoped for sing your
Ondtship song sense!),
Your genus its worldwide, your spacest
But, Holy Saltmartin, why cant
you beat time?
In the name of the former and of the latter
and of their holocaust. Allmen.
- Now? How good you are in explosition!
How farflung is your fokloire and how velktingeling your volupkabulary!
Qui vive sparanto qua muore contanto. O foibler, O flip, youve that
wandervogl wail withyin! It falls easily upon the earopen and goes down
the friskly shortiest like treacling tumtim with its tingtingtaggle. The
blarneyest blather in all Corneywall! But could you, of course, decent
Lettrechaun, we knew (to change your name of not your nation) while still
in the barrel, read the strangewrote anaglyptics of those shemletters
patent for His Christians Em?
- Greek! Hand it to me! Shaun replied,
plosively pointing to the cinnamon quistoquill behind his acoustrolobe.
Im as afterdusk nobly Roman as pope and water could christen me.
Look at that for a ridingpin! I am, thing Sing Larynx, letter potent to
play the sem backwards like Oscan wild or in shunt Persse transluding
from the Otherman or off the Toptic or anything off the types of my finklers
in the draught or with buttles, with my oyes thickshut and all. But, hellas,
it is harrobrew bad on the corns and callouses. As far as that goes I
associate myself with your remark just now from theodicy refurloined
notepaper and quite agree in your prescriptions for indeed I am, pay Gay,
in juxtaposition to say it is not a nice production. It is a pinch of
scribble, not wortha bottle of cabbis. Overdrawn! Puffedly offal tosh!
Besides its auctionable, all about crime and libel! Nothing beyond clerical
horrors et omnibus` to be entered for the foreign as secondclass matter.
The fuellest filth ever fired since Charley Lucans. Flummery is
what I would call it if you were to ask me to put it on a single dimension
what pronounced opinion I might possibly orally have about them bagses
of trash which the mother and Mr Unmentionable (O breed not his same!)
has reduced to writing without making news out of my sootynemm. When she
slipped under her couchman. And where he made a cat with a peep. How they
wore two madges on the makewater. And why there were treefellers in the
shrubrubs. Then he hawks his handmud figgers from Francie to Fritzie down
in the kookin. Phiz is me mother and Hairs me father. Bauv Betty
Famm and Pig Pig Pike. Their livetree (may it flourish!) by their ecotaph
(let it stayne!). With balsinbal bimbies swarming tiltop. Comme bien,
Comme bien! Feefeel! Feefeel! And the Dutches dyin loffin at his pon peck
de Barec. And all the mound reared. Till he wot not wot to begin he should.
An infant sailing eggshells on the floor of a wet day would have more
Letter, carried of Shaun, son of Hek, written
of Shem, brother of Shaun, uttered for Alp, mother of Shem, for Hek, father
of Shaun. Initialled. Gee. Gone. 29 Hardware Saint. Lendet till Laonum.
Baile-Atha-Cliath. 31 Jan. 1132 A.D. Here Commerces Enville. Tried Apposite
House. 13 Fitzgibbets. Loco. Dangerous. Tax gd. B.L. Guineys, esqueer.
L.B. Not known at 1132 a. 12 Norse Richmound. Nave unlodgeable. Loved
noas dress. Sinned, Jetty Pierrse. Noon sick parson. 92 Windsewer.
Ave. No such no. Vale. Finns Hot. Exbelled from 1O14 d. Pulldown.
Fearview. Opened by Miss Take. 965 nighumpledan sextiffits. Shout at Site.
Roofloss. Fit Dunlop and Be Satisfied. Mr. Domnall ODomnally. Q.V.
8 Royal Terrors. None so strait. Shutter up. Dining with the Danes. Removed
to Philips Burke. At sea. D.E.D. Place scent on. Clontalk. Father
Jacob, Rice Factor. 3 Castlewoos. P.V. Arrusted. J.P. Converted to Hospitalism.
Ere the March past of Civilisation. Once Bank of Irelands. Return
to City Arms. 2 Milchbroke. Wrongly spilled. Traumcondraws. Now Bunk of
Englands. Drowned in the Laffey. Here. The Reverest Adam Foundlitter.
Shown geshotten. 7 Streetpetres. Since Cabranke. Seized of the Crownd.
Well, Sir Arthur. Buy Patersens Matches. Unto his promisk hands.
Blown up last Lemmas by Orchid Lodge. Search Unclaimed Male. House Condamned
by Ediles. Back in Few Minutes. Closet for Repeers. 60 Shellburn. Key
at Kates. Kiss. Isaacs Butt, Poor Man. Dalicious arson. Caught.
Missing. Justiciated. Kainly forewarred. Abraham Badlys King, Park
Bogey. Salved. All reddy berried. Hollow and eavy. Desert it. Overwayed.
Understrumped. Back to the P.O. Kaer of. Ownes owe M.O. Too Let. To Be
Soiled. Cohabited by Unfortunates. Lost all Licence. His Bouf Toe is Frozen
Over. X, Y and Z, Ltd, Destinied Tears. A.B, ab, Sender. Boston (Mass).
31 Jun. 13, 12. P.D. Razed. Lawyered. Vacant. Mined. Heres the Bayleaffs.
Step out to Hall out of that, Ereweaker, with your Bloody Big Bristol.
Bung. Stop. Bung. Stop. Cumm Bumm. Stop. Came Baked to Auld Aireen. Stop.
- Kind Shaun, we all requested, much as
we hate to say it, but since you rose to the use of money have you not,
without suggesting for an instant, millions of moods used up slanguage
tun times as words as the penmarks used out in sinscript with such hesitancy
by your cerebrated brother-excuse me not mentioningahem?
- CelebrAted! Shaun replied under the sheltar
of his broguish, vigorously rubbing his magic lantern to a glow of fullconsciousness.
HeCitEncy! Your words grates on my ares. Notorious I rather would feel
inclined to myself in the first place to describe Mr OShem the Draper
with before letter as should I be accentually called upon for a dieoguinnsis
to pass my opinions, properly spewing, into impulsory irelitz. But I would
not care to be so unfruitful to my own part as to swear for the moment
positively as to the views of Denmark. No, sah! But let me say my every
belief before my high Gee is that I much doubt of it. Ive no room
for that fellow on my fagroaster, I just cant. As I hourly learn
from Rooters and Havers through Gilligans maypoles in a nice pathetic
notice he, the pixillated doodler, is on his last with illegible clergimanths
boasting always of his ruddy complexious! She, the mammy far, was put
up to it by him, the iniquity that ought to be depraved of his libertins
to be silenced, sackclothed and suspended, and placed in irons into some
drapyery institution off the antipopees for wordsharping only if he was
klanver enough to pass the panel fleischcurers and the fieldpost censor.
Gach! For that is a fullblown fact and well celibated before the four
divorce courts and all the Kings paunches, how he has the solitary
from seeing Scotch snakes and has a lowsense for the production of consumption
and dalickey cyphalos on his brach premises where he can purge his contempt
and dejeunerate into a skillyton be thinking himself to death. Rot him!
Flannelfeet! Flattyro! I will describe you in a word. Thou. (I beg your
pardon.) Homo! Then putting his bedfellow on me! (like into mike and nick
onto post). The criniman: Ill give it to him for that! Making the
lobbard change hisstops, as we say in the long book! Is he on whosekeeping
or are my! Obnoximost posthumust! With his unique hornbook and his prince
of the apaupers pride, blundering all over the two worlds! If he
waits till I buy him a mosselmans present! Hos nos halfcousin
of mine, pigdish! Nor wants to! Id famish with the cuistha first.
- May we petition you, Shaun illustrious,
then, to put his prentis pride in your apropers purse and
to unravel in your own sweet way with words of style to your very and
most obsequient, we suggested, with yet an esiops foible, as to
- Well it is partly my own, isnt
it? and you may, ought and welcome, Shaun replied, taking at the same
time, as his hunger got the bitter of him, a hearty bite out of the honeycomb
of his Braham and Melosedible hat, tryone, tryon and triune. Ann wunkum.
Sure, I thunkum you knew all about that, honorey causes, through thelemontary
channels long agum. Sure, that is as old as the Baden bees of Saint Dominocs
and as commonpleas now to allus pueblows and bunkum as Nelson his trifulgurayous
pillar. However. Let me see, do. Beermans bluff was what begun it,
Old Knoll and his borrowing! And then the liliens of the veldt, Nancy
Nickies and Folletta Lajambe! Then mem and hem and the jaquejack. All
about Wucherer and righting his name for him. I regret to announce, after
laying out his litterery bed, for two days she kept squealing down for
noisy priors and bawling out to her jameymock farceson in Shemish like
a mouther of the incas with a garcielasso huw Ananymus pinched her tights
and about the Balt with the markshaire parawag and his loyal divorces,
when he feraxiously shed ovas in Alemaney, tse tse, all the tell of the
tud with the bourighevisien backclack, and him, the cribibber like an
ambitrickster, aspiring like the decans, fast aslooped in the intrance
to his polthronechair with his sixth finger between his catseye and the
index, making his pillgrimace of Childe Horrid, engrossing to his ganderpan
what the idioglossary he invented under hicks hyssop! Hock! Ickick gav
him that toock, imitator! And it was entirely theck latter to blame. Does
he drink because I am sorely there shall be no more Kates and Nells. If
you see him it took place there. It was given meeck, thank the Bench,
to assist at the whole thing byck special chancery licence. As often as
I think of that unbloody housewarmer, Shem Skrivenitch, always cutting
my prhose to please his phrase, bogorror, I declare I get the jawache!
Be me punting his reflection hed begin his beogrefright in muddyass
ribalds. Digteter! Grundtsagar! Swop beef! You know hes peculiar,
that eggschicker, with the smell of old woman off him, to suck nothing
of his switchedupes. M.D. made his ante mortem for him. He was grey at
three, like sygnus the swan, when he made his boo to the public and barnacled
up to the eyes when he repented after seven. The alum that winters on
his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till
that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. He was down with the
whooping laugh at the age of the loss of reason the whopping first time
he prediseased me. Hes weird, I tell you, and middayevil down to
his vegetable soul. Never mind his falls feet and his tanbark complexion.
Thats why he was forbidden tomate and was warmed off the ricecourse
of marrimoney, under the Helpless Corpses Enactment. Im not at all
surprised the saint kicked him whereby the sum taken Berkeley showed the
reason genrously. Negas, negasti -negertop, negertoe, negertoby,
negrunter! Then he was pusched out of Thingamuddys school by Miss
Garterd, for itching. Then he caught the europicolas and went into the
society of jewses. With Bro Cahlls and Fran Czeschs and Bruda Pszths and
Brat Slavos. One temp when he foiled to be killed, the freak wanted to
put his bilingual head intentionally through the Ikish Tames and go and
join the clericy as a demonican skyterrier. Throwing dust in the eyes
of the Hooley Fermers! He used to be avowdeed as he ought to be vitandist.
For onced I squeaked by twyst Ill squelch him. Then he went to Cecilias
treat on his solo to pick up Galen. Asbestopoulos! Inkupot! He has encaust
in the blood. Shim! I have the outmost contempt for. Prost bitten! Conshy!
Tiberia is waiting on you, arestocrank! Chaka a seagull ticket at Gattabuia
and Gabbianos! Go oer the sea, haythen, from me and leave
your libber to TCD. Your puddin is cooked! Youre served, cram ye!
Fatefully yaourth . . . Ex. Ex. Ex. Ex.
- But for what, thrice truthful teller,
Shaun of grace? weakly we went on to ask now of the gracious one. Vouchsafe
to say. You will now, goodness, wont you? Why?
- For his root language, if you ask me
whys, Shaun replied, as he blessed himself devotionally like a crawsbomb,
making act of oblivion, footinmouther! (what the thickuns else?) which
he picksticked into his lettruce invrention. Ullhodturdenweirmudgaardgringnir-urdrmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrrerinsurtkrinmgernrackinarockar!
Thors for yo!
- The hundredlettered name again, last
word of perfect language. But you could come near it, we do suppose, strong
Shaun0, we foresupposed. How? - Peax! Peax! Shaun replied in vealar
penultimatum. Tis pebils before Sweeneys as he swigged a slug
of Jon Jacobsen from his treestem sucker cane. Mildbut likesome! I might
as well be talking to the four waves till tibbes grey eves and the rests
asleep. Frost! Nope! No one in his seven senses could as I have before
said, only you missed my drift, for its being incendiary. Every
dimmed letter in it is a copy and not a few of the silbils and wholly
words I can show you in my Kingdom of Heaven. The lowquacity of him! With
his threestar monothong! Thaw! The last word in stolentelling! And whats
more rightdown lowbrown schisthematic robblemint! Yes. As he was rising
my lather. Like you. And as I was plucking his goosybone. Like yea. He
store the tale of me shur. Like yup. Hows that for Shemese?
- Still in a way, not to flatter you, we
fancy you that you are so strikingly brainy and well letterread in yourshelves
as ever were the Shamous Shamonous, Limited, could use worse of yourself,
ingenious Shaun, we still so fancied, if only you would take your time
so and the trouble of so doing it. Upu now!
- Undoubtedly but that is show, Shaun replied,
the muttermelk of his blood donor beginning to work, and while innocent
of disseminating the foul emanation, it would be a fall day I could not,
sole, so you can keep your space and by the power ofblurry wards I am
loyable to do it (I am convicted of it!) any time ever I liked (bet ye
fippence off me boot allowance!) with the allergrossest transfusiasm as,
you see, while I can soroquise the Siamanish better than most, it is an
openear secret, be it said, how I am extremely ingenuous at the clerking
even with my badily left and, arrah go braz, Id pinsel it with immenuensoes
as easy as Id perorate a chickerow of beans for the price of two
maricles and my trifolium librotto, the authordux Book of Lief, would,
if given to daylight, (I hold a most incredible faith about it) far exceed
what that bogus bolshy of a shame, my soamheis brother, Gaoy Fecks, is
conversant with in audible black and prink. Outragedy of poetscalds! Acomedy
of letters! I have them all, tame, deep and harried, in my mines
I. And one of these fine days, man dear, when the mood is on me, that
I may willhap cut my throat with my tongue tonight but I will be ormuzd
moved to take potlood and introvent it Paatryk just like a work of merit,
mark my words and append to my mark twang, that will open your pucktrickers
ops for you, broather brooher, only for, as a papst and an immature and
a nayophight and a spaciaman spaciosum and a hundred and eleven other
things, I would never for anything take so much trouble of such doing.
And why so? Because I am altogether a chap too fly and hairyman for to
infradig the like of that ultravirulence. And by all I hold sacred on
earth clouds and in heaven I swear to you on my piop and oath by the awe
of Shaun (and thats a howl of a name!) that I will commission to
the flames any incendiarist whosoever or ahriman howsoclever who would
endeavour to set ever annyma roner moother of mine on fire. Rock me julie
but I will soho!
And, with that crickcrackcruck of his threelungged
squool from which grief had usupped every smile, big hottempered husky
fusky krenfy strenfy pugiliser, such as he was, he virtually broke down
on the mooherhead, getting quite jerry over her, overpowered by himself
with the love of the tearsilver that he twined through her hair for, sure,
he was the soft semplgawn slob of the world with a heart like Montgomerys
in his showchest and harvey loads of feeling in him and as innocent and
undesignful as the freshfallen calef. Still, grossly unselfish in sickself,
he dished allarmes away and laughed it off with a wipe at his pudgies
and a gulp apologetic, healing his tare be the smeyle of his oye, oogling
around. Him belly no belong sollow mole pigeon. Ally bully. Fu Lis
gulpa. Mind you, now, that he was in the dumpest of earnest orthough him
jawr war hoo hleepy hor halk urthing hurther. Moe like that only he stopped
short in looking up up upfrom his tide shackled wrists through the ghost
of an oceans, the wieds of pansiful heathvens of joepeters
gaseytotum as they are telling not but were and will be, all told, scruting
foreback into the fargoneahead to feel out what age in years tropical,
ecclesiastic, civil or sidereal he might find by the sirious pointstand
of Charleys Wain (what betune the spheres sledding along the lacteal
and the mansions of the blest turning on old times) as erewhile had he
craved of thus, the dreamskhwindel necklassoed him, his thumbs fell into
his fists and, lusosing the harmonical balance of his ballbearing extremities,
by the holy kettle, like a flask of lightning over he careened (O the
sons of the fathers!) by the mightyfine weight of his barrel (all that
prevented the happering of who if not the asterisks betwink themselves
shall ever?) and, as the wisest postlude course he could playact, collaspsed
in ensemble and rolled buoyantly backwards in less than a twinkling via
Rattigans corner out of farther earshot with his highly curious
mode of slipashod motion, surefoot, sorefoot, slickfoot, slackfoot, linkman
laizurely, lampman loungey, and by Killesthers lapes and falls,
with corks,staves and treeleaves and more bubbles to his keelrow a fairish
and easy way enough as the town cow cries behind the times in the direction
of Mac Auliffes, the crucethouse, Open the Door Softly, down in
the valley before he was really uprighted ere in a dip of the downs (uila!)
he spoorlessly disappaled and vanesshed, like a popo down a papa, from
circular circulatio. Ah, mean!
And the stellas were shinings. And the
earthnight strewed aromatose. His pibrook creppt mong the donkness. A
reek was waft on the luftstream. He was ours, all fragrance. And we were
his for a lifetime. O dulcid dreamings languidous! Taboccoo!
It was sharming! But sharmeng! And the
lamp went out as it couldnt glow on burning, yep, th lmp wnt out
for it couldnt stay alight.
Well, (how dire do we thee hours when thylike
fades!) alls dall and youllow and it is to bedowern that thou art
passing hence, mine bruder, able Shaun, with a twhisking of the robe,
ere the morning of light calms our hardest throes? beyond cods cradle
and porpoise plain, from camal relations undfamiliar faces, to the inds
of Tuskland where the oliphants scrum till the ousts of Amiracles where
the toll stories grow proudest, more is the pity, but for all your deeds
of goodness you were soo ooft and for ever doing, manomano and myriamilia
even to mulimuli, as our humbler classes, whose virtue is humility, can
tell, it is hardly we in the country of the old, Sean Moy, can part you
for, oleypoe, you were the walking saint, you were, tootoo too stayer,
the graced of gods and pittites and the salus of the wake. Countenance
whose disparition afflictedly fond Fuinn feels. Winner of the gamings,
primed at the studience, propredicted from the storybouts, the choice
of ages wise! Spickspookspokesman of our specturesque silentiousness!
Musha, beminded of us out there in Cockpit, poor twelve oclock scholars,
sometime or other anywhen you think the time. Wisha, becoming back to
us way home in Biddyhouse one way or either anywhere we miss your smile.
Palmwine breadfruit sweetmeat milksoup! Suasusupo! However! Our people
here in Samoanesia will not be after forgetting you and the elders luking
and marking the jornies, chalkin up drizzle in drizzle out on the four
bare mats. How you would be thinking in your thoughts how the deepings
did it all begin and how you would be scrimmaging through your scruples
to collar a hold of an imperfection being committled. Sireland calls you.
Mery Loye is saling moonlike. And Slyly mamourneens ladymaid at
Gladshouse Lodge. Turn your coat, strong character, and tarry among us
down the vale, yougander, only once more! And may the mosse of prosperousness
gather you rolling home! May foggy dews bediamondise your hooprings! May
the fireplug of filiality reinsure your bunghole! May the barleywind behind
glow luck to your bathershins! Tis well we know you were loth to
leave us, winding your hobbledehorn, right royal post, but, aruah sure,
pulse of our slumber, dreambookpage, by the grace of Votre Dame, when
the natural morning of your nocturne blankmerges into the national morning
of golden sunup and Don Leary gets his own back from old grog Georges
Quartos as that goodship the Jonnyjoys takes the wind from waterloogged
Erins king, you will shiff across the Moylendsea and round up in
your own escapology some canonisators day or other, sack on back,
alack! digging snow, (not so?) like the good man you are, with your picture
pockets turned knockside out in the rake of the rain for fresh remittances
and from that till this in any case, timus tenant, may the tussocks grow
quickly under your trampthickets and the daisies trip lightly over your