FINNEGANS WAKE
James Joyce
Book I
chapter 1
- riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
- of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
- Howth Castle and Environs.
- Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-
- core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
- isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
- had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
- to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
- all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
- tauftauf thuartpeatrick not yet, though venissoon after, had a
- kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in
- vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
- peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
- end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
- The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
- ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
- nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
- on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
- offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
- erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
- an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
- and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
- where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
- linsfirst loved livvy.
- What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
- gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
- Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
- out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
- pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
- Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
- Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-
- killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
- and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-
- solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng
- voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the
- duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and
- body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of
- soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks
- of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if
- you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the
- pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.
- Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-
- rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-
- back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers
- or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely
- struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere
- he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-
- er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so
- that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)
- and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-
- fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the
- banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie
- ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part
- inher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in
- grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like
- Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab-
- les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the
- liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days
- to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth
- of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from
- next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-
- titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and
- with larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter-
- ing down.
- Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos-
- laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with
- ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.
- His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.
- Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister
- Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and,
- O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha,
- Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!
- What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersday
- this municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness
- to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive
- ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims that
- would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of
- heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-
- tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and
- before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and
- at the fading of the stars ! For a nod to the nabir is better than wink
- to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing
- bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-
- bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She
- has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the
- dreamydeary. Heed! Heed ! It may half been a missfired brick, as
- some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back
- promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-
- sand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe
- ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls-
- rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers,
- autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-
- phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods
- and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and
- the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-
- rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his
- blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-
- busses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies
- snooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and the
- hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,
- homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud
- murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may
- and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warn-
- ing Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did
- shake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-
- tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,
- mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For
- whole the world to see.
- Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie?
- of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's
- chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in
- their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of
- ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers
- and raiders and cinemen too. And the all gianed in with the shout-
- most shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.
- To the continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's
- extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening.
- Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is
- Priam Olim! 'Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen
- his pillowscone, tap up his bier! E'erawhere in this whorl would ye
- hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty
- fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips
- of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head.
- Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O !
- Hurrah, there is but young gleve for the owl globe wheels in
- view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Him a being
- so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee
- peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought, platterplate.
- Hum ! From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath
- or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the
- bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a
- horn!) from fiord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him
- rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvy-
- long night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells,
- her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him.
- With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins about all
- them inns and ouses. Tilling a teel of a tum, telling a toll of a tea-
- ry turty Taubling. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs
- a gross if we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the
- kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down
- but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Fin-
- foefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpan-
- try's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle?
- A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But,
- lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through
- that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for
- he is noewhemoe. Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene.
- Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Ag-
- apemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt
- away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and
- goodridhirring.
- Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined a-
- slumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout-
- ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on. Hic cubat
- edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters,
- reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint of mines or beggar a
- pinnyweight. Arrah, sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny, or, we
- mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid
- piddle med puddle, she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh!
- Brontolone slaaps, yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple
- Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu-
- thner in yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass,
- stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the maga-
- zine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her sisterin shawl.
- While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty, ollol-
- lowed ill! bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk the
- ombushes, the site of the lyffing-in-wait of the upjock and hock-
- ums. Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is
- enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national
- museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful water-
- loose country and the two quitewhite villagettes who hear show
- of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees!
- Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and
- the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Redismembers invalids of old
- guard find poussepousse pousseypram to sate the sort of their butt.
- For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the mistress Kathe. Tip.
- This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in!
- Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is a Prooshi-
- ous gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshi-
- ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of
- the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang
- the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your
- pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of
- Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his
- same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter Wil-
- lingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed
- dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's gharters
- and his bangkok's best and goliar's goloshes and his pullupon-
- easyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three
- lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an
- inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stoop-
- ing. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. A
- Gallawghurs argaumunt. This is the petty lipoleum boy that
- was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuo-
- mush. Dirty MacDyke. And Hairy O'Hurry. All of them
- arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel,
- this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the
- crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums.
- This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their
- handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides
- the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is
- a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big
- Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides
- on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This
- is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most Awful
- Grimmest Sunshat Cromwelly. Looted. This is the jinnies' hast-
- ings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin
- red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw!
- Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugact-
- ing. Nap. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the
- Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agincourting
- all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto
- the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This
- is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a
- ball up his ear to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hur-
- old dispitchback. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me
- Belchum. Salamangra! Ayi, ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou!
- Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of
- Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me Belchum in
- his twelvemile cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost,
- footing the camp for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's
- as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Roo-
- shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon
- Futter with the popynose. After his hundred days' indulgence.
- This is the blessed. Tarra's widdars! This is jinnies in the bonny
- bawn blooches. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the
- Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre!
- (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the
- solphereens in action, this is their mobbily, this is panickburns.
- Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum!
- Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat
- strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster-
- lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip-
- py trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip. This is me Bel-
- chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in
- the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the
- marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the
- Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy-
- Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam-
- bariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest
- of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from
- his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone
- is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel-
- lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willing-
- done. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy.
- This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the
- hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the
- half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle
- filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob.
- This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums
- up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip. That was
- the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white
- harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp, waggling his tailoscrupp
- with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see-
- boy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!) This is the seeboy,
- madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone:
- Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable
- ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin.
- Basucker youstead! This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole
- of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the
- back of his big wide harse. Tip (Bullseye! Game!) How Copen-
- hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan
- out.
- Phew!
- What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the
- airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for
- the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month
- and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And num-
- mered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too ! The wa-
- grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted
- knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there's that
- gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle,
- wipealittle, kicksalittle,severalittle,eatalittle,whinealittle,kenalittle,
- helfalittle,pelfalittle gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields!
- Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside
- him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.
- The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de
- baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail,
- 'tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when
- Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom-
- cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv!
- Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme-
- rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does
- hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now,
- she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother,
- a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows
- in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging
- its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking
- there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh,
- militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the
- minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest
- childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we
- sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to
- pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled
- goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy
- spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps,
- keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with
- bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of
- shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson
- of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and
- ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that
- come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw
- (that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross.
- Undo lives 'end. Slain.
- How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore-
- bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti-
- cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a
- pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and
- laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with
- a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so
- solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may
- rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture)
- for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life-
- work leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young
- wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth
- behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while
- Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what? with
- a grin says she. And we all like a marriedann because she is mer-
- cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation
- (floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an eyebush on this glau-
- brous phace of Herrschuft Whatarwelter she'll loan a vesta and
- hire some peat and sarch the shores her cockles to heat and she'll
- do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the
- blaziness on. Poffpoff. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty
- times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand
- remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn-
- him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a
- turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight
- of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin.
- Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy,
- fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review
- of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else-
- where, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collines,
- sitton aroont, scentbreeched ant somepotreek, in their swisha-
- wish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's Folly,
- at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stand up, mickos!
- Make strake for minnas ! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see
- and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off
- Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the bergagambols
- of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the country-
- bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its
- several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each
- harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's
- on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all
- there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve
- and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like
- kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg
- of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this
.
- sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen.
- Royally? One sovereign punned to petery pence. Regally? The
- silence speaks the scene. Fake!
- So This Is Dyoublong?
- Hush! Caution ! Echoland !
- How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the outwashed
- engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his
- innkempt house. Used they? (I am sure that tiring chabelshovel-
- ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I
- say, the remains of the outworn gravemure where used to be
- blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only pre-
- tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed
- lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) It is well known. Lokk for himself and
- see the old butte new. Dbln. W. K. O. O. Hear? By the mauso-
- lime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fum-
- fum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's
- magic lyer. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening
- for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord
- shall be theirs for ollaves.
- Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius
- in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book
- in baile's annals, f t. in Dyffinarsky ne'er sall fail til heathersmoke
- and cloudweed Eire's ile sall pall. And here now they are,the fear
- of um. T. Totities! Unum. (Adar.) A bulbenboss surmounted up-
- on an alderman. Ay, ay! Duum. (Nizam.) A shoe on a puir old
- wobban. Ah, ho! Triom. (Tamuz.) An auburn mayde, o'brine
- a'bride, to be desarted. Adear, adear! Quodlibus. (Marchessvan.) A
- penn no weightier nor a polepost. And so. And all. (Succoth.)
- So, how idlers' wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with
- anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves of the living in the boke
- of the deeds, annals of themselves timing the cycles of events
- grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass how.
- II32 A.D. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot
- hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ub-
- lanium.
- 566 A.D. On Baalfire's night of this year after deluge a crone that
- hadde a wickered Kish for to hale dead turves from the bog look-
- it under the blay of her Kish as she ran for to sothisfeige her cow-
- rieosity and be me sawl but she found hersell sackvulle of swart
- goody quickenshoon ant small illigant brogues, so rich in sweat.
- Blurry works at Hurdlesford.
- (Silent.)
- 566 A.D. At this time it fell out that a brazenlockt damsel grieved
- (sobralasolas!) because that Puppette her minion was ravisht of her
- by the ogre Puropeus Pious. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh-
- bally.
- II32. A.D. Two sons at an hour were born until a goodman
- and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas.
- Primas was a santryman and drilled all decent people. Caddy
- went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for
- Dublin.
- Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between antedilu-
- vious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his
- scroll. The billy flood rose or an elk charged him or the sultrup
- worldwright from the excelsissimost empyrean (bolt, in sum)
- earthspake or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du-
- ran. A scribicide then and there is led off under old's code with
- some fine covered by six marks or ninepins in metalmen for the
- sake of his labour's dross while it will be only now and again in
- our rear of o'er era, as an upshoot of military and civil engage-
- ments, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking that
- same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his
- neighbour's safe.
- Now after all that farfatch'd and peragrine or dingnant or clere
- lift we our ears, eyes of the darkness, from the tome of Liber Li-
- vidus and, (toh!), how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes
- and gloamering glades, selfstretches afore us our fredeland's plain!
- Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies with his crook; young pric-
- ket by pricket's sister nibbleth on returned viridities; amaid her
- rocking grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness; skyup is of ever-
- grey. Thus, too, for donkey's years. Since the bouts of Hebear
- and Hairyman the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun,
- the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have
- pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights,
- the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygeyed the mayvalleys
- of Knockmaroon, and, though for rings round them, during a
- chiliad of perihelygangs, the Formoreans have brittled the too-
- ath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Fire-
- bugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevan-
- ses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City (Year!
- Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing buttonholes have quad-
- rilled across the centuries and whiff now whafft to us, fresh and
- made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho.
- The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium
- hold them!) they were and went; thigging thugs were and hou-
- hnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool
- fiansees. Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the
- blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry
- piggy?: and the duncledames have countered with the hellish fel-
- lows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they
- fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And
- still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the
- field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!:
- and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush! Well may they
- wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as
- old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn't
- it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers that shimmy
- and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety!
- Flippety! Fleapow!
- Hop!
- In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a
- parth a lone who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid
- hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot. He hath locktoes, this short-
- shins, and, Obeold that's pectoral, his mammamuscles most
- mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain
- pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep
- fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it junipery or febrew-
- ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and
- froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich-
- indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of
- slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil-
- lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered
- women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller-
- day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty an-
- glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute.
- Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea-
- ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.
- Jute.
Yutah!- Mutt.
Mukk's pleasurad.- Jute.
Are you jeff?- Mutt.
Somehards.- Jute.
But you are not jeffmute?- Mutt.
Noho. Only an utterer.- Jute.
Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?- Mutt.
I became a stun a stummer.- Jute.
What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How,- Mutt?
- Mutt.
Aput the buttle, surd.- Jute.
Whose poddle? Wherein?- Mutt.
The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.- Jute.
You that side your voise are almost inedible to me.- Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were
- you.
- Mutt.
Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru- Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I
- rimimirim !
- Jute.
One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all- your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here
- have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good
- for you.
- Mutt.
Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel-- lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy
- faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy!
- He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here
- where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis-
- sers moony, Minnikin passe.
- Jute.
Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory-- shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba-
- ges on to soil here.
- Mutt.
Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a- riverpool.
- Jute.
Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like?- Mutt.
Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum- rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn,
- with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton
- on, did Brian d' of Linn.
- Jute.
Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly- forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat-
- what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um-
- scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.
- Mutt.
Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink- roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde
- ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone
- to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where
- wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of
- signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to
- whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr.
- Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering
- rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence:
- hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of
- livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as
- flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of
- whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges
- to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize!
- Jute.
'Stench!- Mutt.
Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an'- everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great-
- grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig,
- drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound
- seemetery which iz leebez luv.
- Jute.
'Zmorde!- Mutt.
Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des-- pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup
- them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust
- and being humus the same roturns. He who runes
- may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle,
- crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum-
- blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in
- your whisht!
- Jute.
Whysht?- Mutt.
The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.- Jute.
Howe?- Mutt.
Here is viceking's graab.- Jute.
Hwaad!- Mutt.
Ore you astoneaged, jute you?- Jute.
Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud.- (Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios
- of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since
- We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told
- of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They
- lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is
- given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and
- again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds
- walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that
- knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that
- convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that
- adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en-
- tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his
- navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively-
- onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt,
- an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at
- all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht.
- Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and
- arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for
- a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the
- waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ace to ace! When a
- part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an
- allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of
- quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make
- the tomtummy's pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these
- rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha,
- whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that's thuck in its thoil like thum-
- fool's thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it
- all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kim-
- mells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets' eegs
- (O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now
- quite epsilene, and oldwolldy wobblewers, haudworth a wipe o
- grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is
- sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular
- Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the
- cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip-
- pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them
- pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats-
- thats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the
- same balifuson. Racketeers and bottloggers.
- Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise. One by one place one
- be three dittoh and one before. Two nursus one make a plaus-
- ible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boaboa and three-
- legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their
- mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight of liberorumqueue
- to con an we can till allhorrors eve. What a meanderthalltale to
- unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and anntisquattor
- and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be every tim, nick
- and larry of us, sons of the sod, sons, littlesons, yea and lealittle-
- sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters
- of Nan! Accusative ahnsire! Damadam to infinities
- True there was in nillohs dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer
- in the waste,and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies
- to let flee. All was of ancientry. You gave me a boot (signs on
- it!) and I ate the wind. I quizzed you a quid (with for what?) and
- you went to the quod. But the world, mind, is, was and will be
- writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that fall
- under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last milch-
- camel, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns, has still to
- moor before the tomb of his cousin charmian where his date is
- tethered by the palm that's hers. But the horn, the drinking, the
- day of dread are not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them,
- chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the
- muttheringpot: and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter,
- tintingfast and great primer must once for omniboss step rub-
- rickredd out of the wordpress else is there no virtue more in al-
- cohoran. For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed
- of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally
- (though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister
- Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Fillstup. So you
- need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry
- three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of
- Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who
- would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth
- thereof the. Dor.
- Cry not yet! There's many a smile to Nondum, with sytty
- maids per man, sir, and the park's so dark by kindlelight. But
- look what you have in your handself! The movibles are scrawl-
- ing in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and zingzang
- for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon
- a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the
- strubbely beds. And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb-
- key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And
- so cuddy me only wallops have heels. That one of a wife with
- folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a
- noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave and a fammy of
- levity; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of what the
- mischievmiss made a man do. Malmarriedad he was reverso-
- gassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique.
- Maye faye, she's la gaye this snaky woman! From that trippiery
- toe expectungpelick! Veil, volantine, valentine eyes. She's the
- very besch Winnie blows Nay on good. Flou inn, flow ann.
- Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle
- 21 -
- mien, we are in rearing of a norewhig. So weenybeeny-
- veenyteeny. Comsy see! Het wis if ee newt. Lissom! lissom!
- I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes
- prittle.
- It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld,
- when Adam was delvin and his madameen spinning watersilts,
- when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal
- ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy to his love-
- saking eyes and everybilly lived alove with everybiddy else, and
- Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse,
- laying cold hands on himself. And his two little jiminies, cousins
- of ourn, Tristopher and Hilary, were kickaheeling their dummy
- on the oil cloth flure of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse.
- And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-
- of-his-in-law, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy
- one and made her wit foreninst the dour. And she lit up and fire-
- land was ablaze. And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusi-
- enne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porter-
- pease? And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour
- handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her grace
- o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan-
- dy westerness she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl van Hoother war-
- lessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to
- my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud. And there
- was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles some-
- where in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years'
- walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love-
- spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her
- four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convor-
- ted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman. So then
- she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again
- at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with
- her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. And where
- did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. And Jarl von Hoo-
- ther had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt,
- shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary and
- the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet,
- wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher. And the prank-
- quean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flack-
- ering from the hillcombs. And she made her witter before the
- wicked, saying: Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss
- of porterpease? And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her
- madesty. So her madesty aforethought set down a jiminy and
- took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she
- rain, rain, rain. And Jarl von Hoother bleethered atter her with
- a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop.
- But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it. And there was a wild
- old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere
- in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in
- Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with
- the nail of a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical
- monitrix to touch him his tears and she provorted him to the
- onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian. So then she started
- raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was
- back again at Jarl von Hoother's and the Larryhill with her under
- her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by the ward
- of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm?
- And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantry-
- box, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!), ant
- the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the
- watercloth, kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing, like
- knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy. And the
- prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twink-
- ling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump,
- asking: Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of por-
- ter pease? But that was how the skirtmishes endupped. For like
- the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von
- Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came
- hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his
- three shuttoned castles, in his broadginger hat and his civic chol-
- lar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves
- and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his fur-
- framed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen or-
- angeman in his violet indigonation, to the whole longth of the
- strongth of his bowman's bill. And he clopped his rude hand to
- his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to
- shut up shop, dappy. And the duppy shot the shutter clup (Per-
- kodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghundhurth-
- rumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun!) And they all drank
- free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any
- girls under shurts. And that was the first peace of illiterative
- porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world. How kirssy the
- tiler made a sweet unclose to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore
- shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold
- her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep the peacewave
- and van Hoother was to git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness
- of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis.
- O foenix culprit! Ex nickylow malo comes mickelmassed bo-
- num. Hill, rill, ones in company, billeted, less be proud of. Breast
- high and bestride! Only for that these will not breathe upon
- Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness. Quar-
- ry silex, Homfrie Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees, Livia No-
- answa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would
- evesdrip, were it mous at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far
- ear. Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him
- all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow. She he she ho
- she ha to la. Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her! Impalpabunt,
- he abhears. The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him
- with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed
- and the wave of hawhawhawrd and the wave of neverheedthem-
- horseluggarsandlisteltomine. Landloughed by his neaghboormis-
- tress and perpetrified in his offsprung, sabes and suckers, the
- moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one
- whose loab we are devorers of, how butt for his hold halibutt, or
- her to her pudor puff, the lipalip one whose libe we drink at, how
- biff for her tiddywink of a windfall, our breed and washer givers,
- there would not be a holey spier on the town nor a vestal flout-
- ing in the dock, nay to make plein avowels, nor a yew nor an eye
- to play cash cash in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a' toole o'
- tall o' toll and noddy hint to the convaynience.
- He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and
- all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice
- for the living and he urned his dread, that dragon volant, and he
- made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain, that
- mighty liberator, Unfru-Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad he did,
- our ancestor most worshipful, till he thought of a better one in
- his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from ears-
- end to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies wake
- him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will
- again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have
- you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding,
- will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake? Usgueadbaugham!
- Anam muck an dhoul ! Did ye drink me doornail?
- Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure
- like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad. Sure you'd
- only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in
- Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary, the North
- Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the
- Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's
- abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey
- with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata, or a slut snoring with an
- impure infant on a bench. 'Twould turn you against life, so
- 'twould. And the weather's that mean too. To part from Devlin
- is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier
- than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have
- no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are, primesigned
- in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remember-
- ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls under
- your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare
- the varmints and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket,
- kerchief, ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre, in the
- land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan
- and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan. And we'll be
- coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing
- you presents, won't we, fenians? And it isn't our spittle we'll stint
- you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, pennydirts and
- dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the
- field. Mieliodories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man,
- taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is
- the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax, the food for
- glory, (mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too
- light!) and some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you.
- Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan
- Lalors piped you overborder and there's whole households be-
- yond the Bothnians and they calling names after you. The men-
- here's always talking of you sitting around on the pig's cheeks
- under the sacred rooftree, over the bowls of memory where every
- hollow holds a hallow, with a pledge till the drengs, in the Salmon
- House. And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat
- on high is the mark of your manument. All the toethpicks ever
- Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped from that battery
- block. If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the
- oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and
- when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses
- you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy. The game old
- Gunne, they do be saying, (skull !) that was a planter for you, a
- spicer of them all. Begog but he was, the G.O.G! He's dudd-
- andgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq
- but peace to his great limbs, the buddhoch, with the last league
- long rest of him, while the millioncandled eye of Tuskar sweeps
- the Moylean Main! There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes
- and Brettland, no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say. No,
- nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king.
- That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn't ring
- round and hoist high the stone that Liam failed. Who but a Mac-
- cullaghmore the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the
- funeral to compass our cause? If you was hogglebully itself and
- most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was
- your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better
- Your Grace? Mick Mac Magnus MacCawley can take you off to
- the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle
- and cut. But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale
- eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him the journeyall
- Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. You
- had a gamier cock than Pete, Jake or Martin and your archgoose
- of geese stubbled for All Angels' Day. So may the priest of seven
- worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you
- as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey that's in Heaven!
- Hep, hep, hurrah there! Hero! Seven times thereto we salute
- you! The whole bag of kits, falconplumes and jackboots incloted,
- is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system
- of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copri-
- capron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the
- region of sahuls. And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck
- tick's swell. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome
- roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not
- unrested! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid,
- Totumcalmum, saith: I know thee, metherjar, I know thee, sal-
- vation boat. For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama-
- nation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming
- is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors
- and of the grammarians of Christpatrick's ordered concerning
- thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing. Howe of the ship-
- men, steep wall!
- Everything's going on the same or so it appeals to all of us,
- in the old holmsted here. Coughings all over the sanctuary, bad
- scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for breakfast, one o'gong
- for lunch and dinnerchime. As popular as when Belly the First
- was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same
- shop slop in the window. Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's
- Vi-Cocoa and the Eswuards' desippated soup beside Mother Sea-
- gull's syrup. Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. Coal's
- short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again,
- begrained to it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir,
- spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by
- mudapplication. Allfor the books and never pegging smashers
- after Tom Bowe Glassarse or Timmy the Tosser. 'Tisraely the
- truth! No isn't it, roman pathoricks? You were the doublejoynted
- janitor the morning they were delivered and you'll be a grandfer
- yet entirely when the ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows.
- Kevin's just a doat with his cherub cheek, chalking oghres on
- walls, and his little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of knicks, playing
- postman's knock round the diggings and if the seep were milk
- you could lieve his olde by his ide but, laus sake, the devil does
- be in that knirps of a Jerry sometimes, the tarandtan plaidboy,
- making encostive inkum out of the last of his lavings and writing
- a blue streak over his bourseday shirt. Hetty Jane's a child of
- Mary. She'll be coming (for they're sure to choose her) in her
- white of gold with a tourch of ivy to rekindle the flame on Felix
- Day. But Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. You remember
- Essie in our Luna's Convent? They called her Holly Merry her
- lips were so ruddyberry and Pia de Purebelle when the redminers
- riots was on about her. Were I a clerk designate to the Williams-
- woodsmenufactors I'd poster those pouters on every jamb in the
- town. She's making her rep at Lanner's twicenightly. With the
- tabarine tamtammers of the whirligigmagees. Beats that cachucha
- flat. 'Twould dilate your heart to go.
- Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and
- repose your honour's lordship! Hold him here, Ezekiel Irons, and
- may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's spoor-
- ing. Dimitrius O'Flagonan, cork that cure for the Clancartys ! You
- swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch
- neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther
- angst of Wramawitch! Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum,
- where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O
- sleepy! So be yet!
- I've an eye on queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust me.
- She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir postcards to
- help to build me murial, tippers! I'll trip your traps! Assure a
- sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you. Did or
- didn't we, sharestutterers? So you won't be up a stump entirely.
- Nor shed your remnants. The sternwheel's crawling strong. I
- seen your missus in the hall. Like the queenoveire. Arrah, it's
- herself that's fine, too, don't be talking! Shirksends? You storyan
- Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy
- good trout. Shakeshands. Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her only
- her lex's salig. Boald Tib does be yawning and smirking cat's
- hours on the Pollockses' woolly round tabouretcushion watch-
- ing her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to
- her last. Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement,
- decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's allavalonche that
- blows nopussy food. If you only were there to explain the mean-
- ing, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. The lips
- would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Fin-
- drinny Fair. What with reins here and ribbons there all your
- hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at
- sea or swooped through the blue like Airwinger's bride. She
- was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can second a
- song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by. Fond of
- a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her forty winks
- for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her
- merlin chair assotted, reading her Evening World. To see is
- it smarts, full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news.
- Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount.
- Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with
- the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he
- noise about all same Harry chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle
- a chuckle, in and out of their serial story, Les Loves of Selskar
- et Pervenche, freely adapted to The Novvergin's Viv. There'll
- be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her
- final tear. Zee End. But that's a world of ways away. Till track
- laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering
- candles flare. Anna Stacey's how are you! Worther waist in the
- noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. Her
- hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you
- now! Finn no more!
- For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's
- already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his
- haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me. Shop Illicit,
- flourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop
- a deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a bennbranch a yardalong
- (Ivoeh!) the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brew-
- ster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas Barnum; humph-
- ing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a
- grandfallar, with a pocked wife in pickle that's a flyfire and three
- lice nittle clinkers, two twilling bugs and one midgit pucelle.
- And aither he cursed and recursed and was everseen doing what
- your fourfootlers saw or he was never done seeing what you cool-
- pigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for smiledown witnesses,
- and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the frailyshees.
- Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round
- her heavens for ever. Creator he has created for his creatured
- ones a creation. White monothoid? Red theatrocrat? And all the
- pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however 'twas
- 'tis sure for one thing, what sherif Toragh voucherfors and
- Mapqiq makes put out, that the man, Humme the Cheapner,
- Esc, overseen as we thought him, yet a worthy of the naym,
- came at this timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial
- fermament one tide on another, with a bumrush in a hull of a
- wherry, the twin turbane dhow, The Bey for Dybbling, this
- archipelago's first visiting schooner, with a wicklowpattern
- waxenwench at her prow for a figurehead, the deadsea dugong
- updipdripping from his depths, and has been repreaching him-
- self like a fishmummer these siktyten years ever since, his shebi
- by his shide, adi and aid, growing hoarish under his turban and
- changing cane sugar into sethulose starch (Tuttut's cess to him!)
- as also that, batin the bulkihood he bloats about when innebbi-
- ated, our old offender was humile, commune and ensectuous
- from his nature, which you may gauge after the bynames was
- put under him, in lashons of languages, (honnein suit and
- praisers be!) and, totalisating him, even hamissim of himashim
- that he, sober serious, he is ee and no counter he who will be
- ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Eden-
- borough.