b  chokes the cavemouth of his  unsightliness  but  the nestlings
that liven his leafscreen sing him a lover of arbuties; we strike hands over
his bloodied warsheet  but  we are pledged entirely to his green mantle; our
friend vikelegal, our swaran foi; under  the four stones by his  streams who
vanished the wassailbowl at the joy of shells; Mora and Lora had a hill of a
high time looking down on his confusion till firm look in readiness, forward
spear and the windfoot of curach strewed the lakemist of  Lego over the last
of his fields;  we darkened for you, faulterer, in the year of  mourning but
we'll fidhil to the dimtwinklers when the streamy  morvenlight calls  up the
sunbeam;  his  striped  pantaloons,  his  rather  strange walk;  hereditatis
columna erecta, hagion chiton  eraphon; nods a  nap for the nonce  but crows
cheerio when they  get ecunemical;  is a simultaneous equator of elimbinated
integras when three upon one is by inspection improper; has the most conical
hodpiece of  confusianist heronim  and that chuchuffuous chinchin of his  is
like  a  footsey  kungoloo  around  Taishantyland;  he's  as  globeful  as a
gasometer of lithium and luridity and he was thrice ten  anular years before
he wallowed round Raggiant Circos; the cabalstone at the coping of his cavin
is  a  canine   constant  but  only  an  amirican  could  apparoxemete   the
apeupresiosity of  his atlast's alongement;  sticklered  rights and lefts at
Baddersdown in his  hunt  for the  boar  trwth  but made his  end  with  the
modareds  that came  at  him  in  Camlenstrete;  a  hunnibal  in  exhaustive
conflict, an otho to return;  burning  body to aiger air on melting mountain
in  wooing  wave;  we  go  into him sleepy  children,  we  come out  of  him
strucklers for life; he divested to save from the  Mrs Drownings their rival
queens  while  Grimshaw,  Bragshaw  and Renshaw made  off  with  his  storen
clothes; taxed  and rated, licensed and ranted; his threefaced stonehead was
found on a whitehorse hill and the print  of his costellous feet  is seen in
the goat's grasscircle; pull the  blind, toll  the deaf and call  dumb, lame
and  halty; Miraculone, Monstrucceleen; led the  upplaws at the Creation and
hissed  a snake charmer off her stays; hounded become haunter, hunter become
fox; harrier, marrier, terrier, tav; Olaph the  Oxman, Thorker the Tourable;
you  feel  he is  Vespasian  yet you  think  of him as Aurelius;  whugamore,
tradertory,  socianist,  commoniser; made a summer assault on our shores and
begiddy got his sands full; first he shot down Raglan  Road and then he tore
up  Marlborough  Place;  Cromlechheight  and  Crommalhill were  his farfamed
feetrests  when  our  lurch  as  lout  let  free  into  the  Lubar  heloved;
mareschalled  his wardmotes and delimited  the main; netted before nibbling,
can scarce turn a  scale but, grossed after meals, weighs a town in himself;
Banba  prayed for  his  conversion,  Beurla  missed that  grand old voice; a
Colossus  among cabbages,  the Melarancitrone  of fruits;  larger than life,
doughtier than death;  Gran Turco,  orege forment; lachsembulger, leperlean;
the  sparkle  of  his  genial fancy,  the  depth  of his calm sagacity,  the
clearness of his spotless honour, the flow of his boundless benevolence; our
family furbear, our tribal tarnpike; quary was he invincibled and cur was he
burked; partitioned  Irskaholm, united Irishmen; he took a svig  at  his own
methyr but she tested a bit gorky and  as for the salmon he was coming up in
him  all life  long;  comm, eilerdich hecklebury and  sawyer  thee  ,warden;
silent  as  the  bee  in  honey,  stark as the  breath  on hauwck, Costello,
Kinsella, Mahony,  Moran, though you rope  Amrique  your home ruler is  Dan;
figure right, he is hoisted by the scurve  of his shaggy neck,  figure left,
he is rationed in isobaric patties among the crew; one asks was he poisoned,
one  thinks how much  did he  leave; ex-gardener (Riesengebirger), fitted up
with planturous  existencies would  make Roseoogreedy (mite's)  little hose;
taut  sheets and  scuppers awash but the oil silk mack Liebsterpet micks his
aquascutum;  the  enjoyment  he took in kay women, the employment he gave to
gee men; sponsor to a squad of piercers, ally to a  host of rawlies; against
lightning, explosion, fire, earthquake,  flood,  whirlwind, burglary,  third
party, rot, loss of cash, loss of credit,  impact of vehicles; can  rant  as
grave as oxtail  soup and chat as gay  as a porto flippant; is unhesitent in
his  unionism  and yet  a  pigotted  nationalist; Sylviacola is  shy of him,
Matrosenhosens nose the joke; shows the sinews of peace in his chest-o-wars;
fiefeofhome,  ninehundred  and thirtunine years  of copyhold; is aldays open
for polemypolity's sake when he's not suntimes closed for the love of Janus;
sucks  life's  eleaxir from  the pettipickles of  the Jewess and  ruoulls in
sulks  if  any popeling  runs  down  the  Huguenots;  Boomaport,  Walleslee,
Ubermeerschall Blowcher  and  Supercharger, Monsieur Ducrow, Mister  Mudson,
master gardiner; to one he's just paunch and judex, to another full of beans
and   brehons;  hallucination,  cauchman,  ectoplasm;  passed   for   baabaa
blacksheep  till he  grew white woo woo  woolly;  was  drummatoysed  by  Mac
Milligan's  daughter and put  to music by  one shoebard; all fitzpatricks in
his emirate remember  him,  the boys  of wetford  hail him babu;  indanified
himself with boro  tribute and was schenkt publicly to brigstoll; was  given
the light in drey orchafts and entumuled in threeplexes; his likeness  is in
Terrecuite  and  he giveth rest to the rainbowed; lebriety, frothearnity and
quality; his reverse makes  a  virtue of necessity while  his obverse mars a
mother by invention; beskilk his gunwale and he's the second imperial, untie
points, unhook tenters  and he's lath and plaster; calls upon  Allthing when
he fails  to  appeal to Eachovos; basidens, ardree, kongsemma, rexregulorum;
stood into Dee  mouth, then backed broadside on Baulacleeva; either eldorado
or ultimate thole; a kraal of fou feud fires, a crawl of five pubs; laid out
lashings  of laveries to hunt down his family ancestors and then pled double
trouble or  quick quits to hush the buckers up; threw pebblets for luck over
one  sodden  shoulder and dragooned peoplades  armed to their teeth; pept as
Gaudio Gambrinus, grim as Potter the Grave; ace of arts, deuce of damimonds,
trouble of clubs, fear of  spates; cumbrum, cumbrum,  twiniceynurseys fore a
drum but tre to uno tips the scale; reeled the titleroll opposite a brace of
girdles in Silver on the Screen but was sequenced from the  set as Crookback
by  the even more titulars, Rick, Dave and Barry; he can get on as  early as
the  twentysecond  of  Mars  but  occasionally  he  doesn't  come  offbefore
Virgintiquinque  Germinal;  his  Indian name  is Hapapoosiesobjibway and his
number in  arithmosophy is  the  stars of  the  plough;  took weapon in  the
province of  the  pike and  let fling his  line on Eelwick; moves  in vicous
cicles yet remews the same; the drain rats bless  his  offals while the park
birds curse  his floodlights; Portobello, Equadocta, Therecocta, Percorello;
he pours into the softclad shellborn the hard cash earned in Watling Street;
his  birth proved accidental shows his death its  grave mistake;  brought us
giant ivy from the land of younkers  and bewitthered  Apostolopolos with the
gale of his gall; while satisfied that soft youthful  bright matchless girls
should  bosom  into fine  silkclad joyous blooming young  women  is  not  so
pleased that  heavy  swearsome  strongsmelling  irregularshaped  men  should
blottout active handsome wellformed frankeyed boys; herald hairyfair, alloaf
the wheat;  husband  your aunt and endow  your nepos;  hearken but hush  it,
screen him and  see;  time  is, an  archbishopric,  time was, a  tradesmen's
entrance; beckburn brooked with wath, scale scarred by scow; his rainfall is
a couple of kneehighs while his meanst grass temperature marked three in the
shade; is the meltingpoint of snow and the bubblingplace  of alcohol;  has a
tussle with  the trulls  and  then does  himself justice;  hinted at  in the
eschatological chapters of Humphrey's Justesse of the Jaypees and hunted for
by  Theban recensors who sniff there's something behind the Bug of the Deaf;
thc king was in his cornerwall melking mark so murry, the queen was steep in
armbour feeling fain and furry, the mayds was midst the hawthorns shoeing up
their hose, out pimps the back guards (pomp  !) and pump gun  they goes;  to
all his foretellers he reared a stone and for all his comethers he planted a
tree; forty acres, sixty miles, white stripe, red  stripe, washes  his fleet
in  annacrwatter; whou missed a porter so whot shall he do  for he wanted to
sit  for  Pimploco  but they've  caught him to stand  for  Sue?;  Dutchlord,
Dutchlord, overawes us;  Headmound, king and martyr, dunstung in the  Yeast,
Pitre-le-Pore-in Petrin, Barth-the-Grete-by-theExchange; he  hestens towards
dames troth and wedding  hand like the prince of Orange and  Nassau while he
has trinity left  behind  him  like Bowlbeggar Bill-the-Bustonly;  brow of a
hazelwood, pool in the  dark; changes  blowicks into bullocks and a  well of
Artesia  into  a  bird  of  Arabia;  the handwriting  on  his facewall,  the
cryptoconchoidsiphonostomata  in his exprussians; his  birthspot lies beyond
the herospont and his burialplot in the pleasant little field; is the yldist
kiosk on the pleninsula and the unguest hostel in Saint  Scholarland; walked
many hundreds and  many  score miles of  streets  and  lit thousands in  one
nightlights  in hectares of  windows;  his great wide cloak  lies on fifteen
acres and his little white  horse  decks by dozens  our doors;  O sorrow the
sail and woe  the rudder that were set  for Mairie Quai!; his suns the huns,
his  dartars the tartars, are plenty here today; who repulsed from his burst
the bombolts of Ostenton and  falchioned each flash  downsaduck in the deep;
apersonal problem, a locative enigma; upright one,  vehicule of arcanisation
in the field, lying  chap, floodsupplier of celiculation through ebblanes; a
part of the whole as a port for a whale; Dear Hewitt Castello, Equerry, were
daylighted with our outing and  are  looking  backwards  to unearly summers,
from  Rhoda  Dundrums;  is  above  the  seedfruit  level  and  outside   the
leguminiferous zone; when older links  lock older hearts then he'll resemble
she; can be built with glue and clippings, scrawled or voided on a buttress;
the night express sings his story, the  song of sparrownotes on his stave of
wires; he  crawls  with  lice, he  swarms with saggarts; is  as  quiet  as a
mursque but can be as noisy as a sonogog; was Dilmun when his date was palmy
and  Mudlin when  his nut was cracked; suck up the sease, lep laud at  ease,
one lip on his lap and one cushlin his crease; his porter has a mighty grasp
and his  baxters the boon  of broadwhite; as far as wind dries and rain eats
and sun turns and  water  bounds he is exalted  and depressed, assembled and
asundered;  go away, we are deluded, come back, we are disghosted; bored the
Ostrov, leapt the Inferus, swam  the Mabbul and flure the  Moyle;  like fat,
like fatlike tallow,  of greasefulness,  yea of  dripping greasefulness; did
not say to the old, old, did not  say  to  the  scorbutic, scorbutic; he has
founded  a house,  Uru, a house  he has founded to which he has assigned its
fate; bears a  raaven geulant on a fjeld  duiv; ruz the  halo offhis  varlet
when he appeared to  his  shecook as Haycock, Emmet, Boaro, Toaro, Osterich,
Mangy  and  Skunk; pressed  the  beer of  aled age out  of  the  nettles  of
rashness; put a roof on the lodge  for Hymn and  a coq  in his pot pro homo;
was dapifer then pancircensor then hortifex magnus; the  topes that  tippled
on him, the types that toppled off him; still starts our hares yet gates our
goat;  pocketbook packetboat, gapman  gunrun; the light of other days,  dire
dreary  darkness;  our  awful  dad, Timour of Tortur;  puzzling,  startling,
shocking,  nay,  perturbing; went puffing from king's brugh to new  customs,
doffing the gibbous off him to every breach of  all size; with Pa's new heft
and Papa's  new  helve  he's Papapa's old  cutlass Papapapa  left  us;  when
youngheaded  oldshouldered  and  middlishneck  aged  about;  caller  herring
everydaily,  turgid  tarpon overnight; see Loryon the  comaleon that changed
endocrine history by loeven his loaf with forty bannucks; she drove him dafe
till he driv her blind up; the pigeons doves be perchin all over him one day
on Baslesbridge and the ravens duv be pitchin their dark  nets after him the
next night behind Koenigstein's Arbour; tronf of the rep,  comf of the priv,
prosp  of  the  pub; his headwood  it's ideal if his feet are bally clay; he
crashed in the hollow of the park, trees down, as he soared in the vaguum of
the  phoenix, stones  up; looks like a  moultain  boultter and sounds like a
rude word;  the  mountain view, some lumin  pale  round a lamp of succar  in
boinyn  water;  three  shots a  puddy at up  blup saddle; made  up  to  Miss
MacCormack Ni Lacarthy who made off  with  Darly  Dermod, swank and swarthy;
once  diamond cut garnet now dammat cuts groany; you might find  him  at the
Florence but watch our for him  in Wynn's Hotel; theer's his bow and wheer's
his  leaker and heer lays his bequiet hearse,  deep; Swed Albiony, likeliest
villain of the place;  Hennery Canterel  -- Cockran, eggotisters, limitated;
we take our tays and frees our  fleas round sadurn's mounted foot; built the
Lund's kirk and destroyed the church's land; who guesse his title grabs  his
deeds;  fletch  and  prities,  fash  and  chaps;  artful  Juke  of  Wilysly;
Hugglebelly's  Funniral; Kukkuk Kallikak; heard in  camera  and excruciated;
boon   when   with   benches   billeted,   bann  if   buckshotbackshattered;
heavengendered, chaosfoedted,  earthborn; his father  presumptively ploughed
it deep  on overtime and  his mother as all  evince must have travailled her
fair share;  a footprinse on the Megacene, hetman unwhorsed by  Searingsand;
honorary captain of  the  extemporised fire brigade, reported to be friendly
with  the  police; the door is  still open; the old stock  collar is  coming
back; not forgetting the time you laughed  at Elder Charterhouse's duckwhite
pants and  the way you said the whole  township can see  his  hairy legs; by
stealth of a  kersse her aulburntress abaft  his nape  she  hung;  when  his
kettle  became a hearthsculdus our thorstyites  set their lymphyamphyre; his
yearletter concocted by masterhands of  assays, his hallmark  imposed by the
standard of wrought plate; a  pair of pectorals and a  triplescreen to get a
wind up; lights his  pipe with a rosin tree and hires a towhorse to haul his
shoes; cures slavey's scurvy, breaks barons boils; called to sell polosh and
was found later in a bedroom; has  his seat of  justice, his house of mercy,
his  com  o'copious  and his  stacks a'rye; prospector,  he had a rooksacht,
retrospector,  he holds the holpenstake; won the freedom of new yoke for the
minds of jugoslaves;  acts active, peddles in passivism  and is a  gorgon of
selfridgeousness; pours a laughsworth of his illformation  over a larmsworth
of salt; half  heard  the single maiden  speech La Belle spun to  her  Grand
Mount and wholed a lifetime by his ain fireside,wondering was  it hebrew set
to himmeltones or  the quicksilversong of  qwaternions;  his troubles may be
over  but his doubles have still  to come; the lobster pot that  crabbed our
keel, the garden  pet that spoiled our  squeezed peas; he stands in a lovely
park,  sea  is not far, importunate towns of  X, Y  and  Z are  easily  over
reached; is an excrescence to civilised humanity and  but  a wart on Europe;
wanamade singsigns to  soundsense an yit he wanna git all his flesch nuemaid
motts  truly  prural  and  plusible;  has  excisively  large  rings  and  is
uncustomarily  perfumed; lusteth ath  he  listeth  the  cleah whithpeh  of a
themise;  is a  prince of the fingallian  in a hiberniad of  hoolies; has  a
hodge to  wherry him and  a frenchy  to  curry him  and a  brabanson for his
beeter and a fritz at his switch;  was waylaid of a parker and beschotten by
a buckeley; kicks lintils when he's cuppy and casts Jacob's  arroroots, dime
after dime,  to poor waifstrays on  the perish; reads  the charms  of  H. C.
Endersen all the weaks  of his evenin and the crimes of Ivaun the  Taurrible
every  strongday  morn; soaps you soft  to your face and slaps  himself when
he's badend; owns the  bulgiest bungbarrel that  ever was tiptapped  in  the
privace of the Mullingar Inn; was bom with a  nuasilver tongue in his  mouth
and went round the coast of Iron with his lift hand to the scene; raised but
two fingers and yet smelt it would day; for whom it is easier to found a see
in Ebblannah than  for I or you to find a dubbeltye in Dampsterdamp; to live
with whom is a lifemayor and to know whom a liberal education; was dipped in
Hoily Olives and  chrysmed in Scent Otooles; hears  cricket on the earth but
annoys  the life out of predikants; still turns the durc's  ear of Darius to
the now thoroughly infurioted' one of God; made  Man with juts that jerk and
minted money mong  maney; likes a six acup  pudding  when  he's  come  whome
sweetwhome;  has come through all the  eras of  livsadventure from moonshine
and shampaying down  to clouts  and  pottled  porter;  woollem  the  farsed,
hahnreich the althe, charge  the sackend, writchad the thord; if  a mandrake
shricked to convultures at  last  surviving his birth the weibduck will wail
bitternly over the rotter's resurrection; loses weight in the moon night but
gird girder by the sundawn; with  one touch  of  nature set  a veiled  world
agrin  and went  within a sheet of tissuepaper of the option of three gaols;
who  could see at one blick a saumon taken with a lance,  hunters pursuing a
doe, a swallowship in full sail, a whyterobe  lifting a host; faced flappery
like old King Cnut and  turned his back like  Cincinnatus;  is a  farfar and
morefar and  a hoar father  Nakedbucker  in villas old as new; squats aquart
and cracks  aquaint when it's flaggin  in town  and on haven; blows whiskery
around his summit but  stehts stout upon his footles; stutters fore he falls
and goes mad entirely when he's waked; is Timb to the pearly mom and Tomb to
the mourning night; and  an he had the best bunbaked bricks in bould Babylon
for his pitching plays he'd be lost for the want of his wan wubblin wall?
     Answer: Finn MacCool!
     2. Does your mutter know your mike?
     Answer: When I tum meoptics, from suchurban prospects, 'tis my filial's
bosom,  doth behold with pride, that  pontificator, and circumvallator, with
his dam night  garrulous, slipt  by his side.  Ann  alive, the lisp  of her,
'twould grig mountains whisper her, and the bergs of  Iceland melt  in waves
of fire, and  her  spoonme-spondees, and her  dirckle-me-ondenees, make  the
Rageous Ossean, kneel and quaff a lyre! If Dann's dane, Ann's dirty, if he's
plane she's purty, if he's fane, she's flirty, with her auburnt streams, and
her coy cajoleries, and her dabblin drolleries,  for  to rouse his rudderup,
or  to drench his dreams. If hot Hammurabi, or cowld  Clesiastes, could espy
her  pranklings,  they'd burst bounds agin,  and renounce their  ruings, and
denounce their doings, for river and iver, and a night. Amin !
     3. Which title is the true-to-type motto-in-lieu for that Tick for Teac
thatchment painted witt wheth one darkness, where asnake is under clover and
birds  aprowl are in the rookeries and  a  magda  went to  monkishouse and a
riverpaard  was  spotted, which  is  not  Whichcroft  Whorort not Ousterholm
Dreyschluss not Haraldsby, grocer, not Vatandcan, vintner, not Houseboat and
Hive  not  Knox-atta-Belle not O'Faynix Coalprince not Wohn  Squarr Roomyeck
not Ebblawn  Downes not Le Decer Le Mieux not  Benjamin's Lea not Tholomew's
Whaddingtun gnot Antwarp gnat Musca not Corry's not Weir's not the  Arch not
The Smug  not The  Dotch  House not  The Uval nothing Grand nothing Splendid
(Grahot or Spletel) nayther Erat Est Erit noor Non michi sed luciphro?
     Answer: Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our orb!
     4. What  Irish  capitol  city (a dea o dea!)  of two syllables and  six
letters, with a  deltic origin  and a  ruinous end, (ah dust oh  dust!)  can
boost of having a) the most extensive public park  in the world, b) the most
expensive brewing  industry  in the world, c) the  most  expansive  peopling
thoroughfare in the world, d) the most phillohippuc theobibbous pa--pulation
in the world: and harmonise your abecedeed responses?
     Answer: a) Delfas. And when ye'll  hear  the gould hommers of my heart,
my  floxy  loss, bingbanging  again  the  ribs  of  yer resistance  and  the
tenderbolts  of my rivets working to your  destraction ye'll be sheverin wi'
all yer dinful sobs when we'll  go riding acope-acurly, you with yer  orange
garland and me with my conny cordial, down the greaseways of rollicking into
the waters of wetted life. b)  Dorhqk. And sure where can you have such good
old chimes anywhere, and  leave you, as on the  Mash and how'tis I  would be
engaging you with my plovery soft accents  and descanting upover  the  scene
beunder me of your loose vines in their hairafall with them two loving loofs
braceleting  the  slims  of  your  ankles  and your mouth's flower  rose and
sinking ofter the soapstone of  silvry speech. c) Nublid. Isha, why wouldn't
we  be happy,  avourneen,  on. the mills'money  he'll soon be leaving you as
soon as I've my own owned brooklined Georgian mansion's lawn to recruit upon
by  Doctor Cheek's special orders and  my  copper's panful of  soybeans  and
Irish in  my east hand and a James's Gate in my west, after all  the errears
and erroriboose of combarative embottled history, and your goodself churning
over the newleaved butter (more power to you), the choicest and the cheapest
from Atlanta to  Oconee, while I'll be drowsing in the gaarden. d) Dalway. I
hooked my  thoroughgoing trotty  the first down Spanish Place, Mayo I  make,
Tuam I take, Sligo's sleek  but Galway's grace. Holy eel and Sainted Salmon,
chucking chub and  ducking dace, Rodiron's not your aequal! says she, leppin
half  the lane. abcd) A bell a  bell  on Shalldoll Steepbell, ond  be'll  go
massplon pristmoss speople, Shand praise gon ness our fayst moan neople, our
prame Shandeepen, pay name muy feepence, moy nay non Aequallllllll!
     5.  Whad  slags  of a  loughladd would retten smuttyflesks,emptout  old
mans, melk vitious geit, scareoff jackinjills fra  tiddle anding, smoothpick
waste papish pastures,  insides man  outsiders  angell,  sprink dirted water
around village, newses, tobaggon  and sweeds, plain general kept, louden  on
the kirkpeal,  foottreats given to malafides, outshriek hyelp hyelf  nor his
hair efter buggelawrs,  might underhold  three  barnets,  putzpolish  crotty
bottes,  nightcoover all fireglims, serve's time till  baass, grindstone his
kniveses, fullest boarded, lewd man of the method of godliness, perchance he
nieows and thans sits  in the  spoorwaggen, X.W.C.A. on Z.W.C.U., Doorsteps,
Limited, or Baywindaws Bros swobber preferred. Walther Clausetter's and Sons
with the H. E.  Chimneys' Company  to not skreve, will, on advices, be bacon
or  stable  hand, must  begripe fullstandingly irers' langurge, jublander or
northquain  bigger prefurred, all  duties, kine rights, family fewd, outings
fived,  may get earnst, no  get combitsch,  profusional drinklords to please
obstain, he is  fatherlow soundigged inmoodmined pershoon but  aleconnerman,
nay, that must he isn't?
     Answer: Pore ole Joe!
     6. What means the saloon slogan Summon In The Housesweep Dinah?
     Answer: Tok. Galory bit of the sales  of Cloth nowand I have to beeswax
the bringing  in all the claub  of the porks to us how I thawght I  knew his
stain on the flower if me ask and can could speak and he called by me midden
name Tik. I am  your honey honeysugger phwhtphwht  tha Bay  and who bruk the
dandleass  and  who  seen the blackcullen jam for Tomorrha's  big pickneck I
hope it'll  pour prais the Climate of all Ireland I heard the grackles and I
skimming the  crock on all your  sangwidges fippence per  leg per drake.Tuk.
And who eight the last of the goosebellies  that was mowlding from  measlest
years and who leff that there and who put that here and who let the kilkenny
stale the chump. Tek. And whowasit youwasit propped the  pot in the yard and
whatinthe  nameofsen lukeareyou  rubbinthe  sideofthe  flureofthe lobbywith.
Shite! will you have a plateful? Tak.
     7.  Who are those component partners of our societate, the doorboy, the
cleaner,  the sojer, the crook, the  squeezer,  the lounger, the curman, the
tourabout, the mussroomsniffer, the bleakablue tramp, the funpowtherplother,
the  christymansboxer, from  their  pr‚s sal‚s  and  Donnybrook  prater  and
Roebuck's  campos and the Ager Arountown and Crumglen's grassy but Kimmage's
champ  and  Ashtown  fields and Cabra  fields and Finglas fields and  Santry
fields and the feels of Raheny and their fails and Baldoygle to them who are
latecomers  all  the year's  round by anticipation, are the  porters of  the
passions  in   virtue   of   retroratiocination,  and,  contributting  their
conflingent controversies of differentiation, unify their voxes in a vote of
vaticination, who crunch the crusts of comfort due to depredation, drain the
mead for  misery  to  incur  intoxication, condone every evil  by  practical
justification and condam  any  good to its own gratification, who are ruled,
roped,  duped and  driven by those numen daimons,  the  feekeepers at  their
laws,    nightly    consternation,    fortnightly    fornication,    monthly
miserecordation and omniannual recreation, doyles when they  deliberate  but
sullivans when they are  swordsed, Matey, Teddy,  Simon, Jorn, Pedher, Andy,
Barty, Philly, Jamesy Mor and Tom, Matt and Jakes Mac Carty?
     Answer: The Morphios!
     8. And how war yore maggies?
     Answer: They war loving, they love laughing,  they laugh weeping,  they
weep smelling, they smell  smiling, they smile hating, they  hate  thinking,
they  think  feeling,  they  feel tempting,  they  tempt  daring, they  dare
waiting, they wait taking, they  take thanking, they  thank seeking, as born
for  lorn in lore of love to live  and wive by wile and rile by rule of ruse
'reathed rose and hose  hol'd home, yeth cometh elope  year, coach and four,
Sweet Peck-at-my-Heart picks one man more.
     9. Now, to be on anew and basking  again in the  panaroma of all flores
of speech, if a human being duly fatigued by his dayety in the sooty, having
plenxty off time on  his  gouty hands  and vacants of space  at his sleepish
feet  and as hapless behind  the dreams of accuracy as any camelot prince of
dinmurk, were at this  auctual futule preteriting unstant,  in the states of
suspensive exanimation, accorded, throughout the eye  of a  noodle,  with an
earsighted  view  of old  hopeinhaven with all the ingredient  and egregiunt
whights and ways to which in the curse of his  persistence the course of his
tory will  had  been having  recourses, the  reverberration  of knotcracking
awes,  the  reconjungation  of   nodebinding   ayes,  the  redissolusingness
of.mindmouldered ease and the thereby hang  of the Hoel of it, could such  a
none,   whiles   even  led   comesilencers  to  comeliewithhers   and   till
intempestuous Nox should catch the gallicry and spot lucan's dawn, byhold at
ones what is main and why tis twain, how one once meet melts in tother wants
poignings, the sap  rising, the foles falling, the nimb  now nihilant  round
the girlyhead so becoming,  the wrestless  in  the womb,  all the  rivals to
allsea, shakeagain, O disaster! shakealose, Ah how starring!  but Heng's got
a bit of  Horsa's  nose and Jeff's got the signs of  Ham round his mouth and
the beau that  spun beautiful pales as  it palls, what roserude and oragious
grows gelb and greem,  blue out the ind  of it !  Violet's  dyed! then  what
would that fargazer seem to seemself to seem seeming of, dimm it all?
     Answer: A collideorscape!
     10. What bitter's  love but yurning, what' sour  lovemutch but  a  bref
burning till shee that drawes dothe smoake retourne?
     Answer:  I know,  pepette,  of course, dear,  but  listen,  precious  !
Thanks, pette, those are lovely,  pitounette,  delicious! But mind the wind,
sweet! What exquisite hands you have,  you angiol, if  you didn't  gnaw your
nails,  isn't it a  wonder you're not achamed  of me, you  pig,  you perfect
little  pigaleen!  I'll nudge  you  in a minute  ! I  bet you  use her  best
Perisian  smear off  her  vanity table to make them look so rosetop glowstop
nostop. I know  her.  Slight me,  would  she?  For every got  I care!  Three
creamings a day, the first during her shower and wipe  off with tissue. Then
after cleanup and of  course before  retiring. Beme shawl, when I  think  of
that espos of a Clancarbry, the foodbrawler,  of the sociationist party with
hiss blackleaded chest, hello, Prendregast! that you, Innkipper, and all his
fourteen other  fullback maulers or hurling stars or whatever the dagos they
are, baiting  at my Lord  Ornery's, just becups they won  the egg  and spoon
there so ovally provencial at Balldole. My  Eilish assent he seed  makes his
admiracion. He is seeking  an opening  and means to be  first with me as his
belle  alliance. Andoo  musnoo play zeloso! Soso do todas. Such  is Spanish.
Stoop alittle closer, fealse! Delightsome simply!  Like Jolio and Romeune. I
haven't  fell  so turkish  for ages  and  ages! Mine's me of squisious,  the
chocolate  with a soul. Extraordinary! Why, what are they all, the mucky lot
of them only? Sht! I  wouldn't pay  three hairpins for  them. Peppt!  That's
rights, hold it steady! Leg me pull. Pu! Come big to Iran. Poo! What are you
nudging for? No, I just  thought you were. Listen, loviest! Of course it was
too  kind of  you,  miser,  to remember  my sighs  in  shockings,  my  often
expressed  wish when  you were wandering about my  trousseaurs and before  I
forget it don't forget, in your extensions to  my personality, when knotting
my remembrancetie, shoeweek will be trotting back with red  heels at the end
of  the  moon but look what  the fool  bought  cabbage head  and, as I shall
answer  to gracious  heaven,  I'll always  in always remind  of  snappy  new
girters, me being always the  one for charms with  my very best in proud and
gloving  even  if  he was  to be vermillion miles my  youth to live on,  the
rubberend  Mr  Polkingtone,  the  quonian  fleshmonger   who  Mother  Browne
solicited me for unlawful converse  with, with her mug of October (a pots on
it!),  creaking around on his  old shanksaxle like  a crosty old  cornquake.
Airman, waterwag, terrier, blazer! I'm fine, thanks ever! Ha! O mind you poo
tickly.  Sall I  puhim  in momou. Mummum. Funny spot  to have a  fingey! I'm
terribly sorry, I  swear to you I am ! May  you never  see me in my birthday
pelts seenso  tutu  and that her blanches mainges  may  rot  leprous off her
whatever winking maggis I'll bet by your cut you go fleurting after with all
the glass on her and the jumps in her stomewhere! Haha! I suspected she was!
Sink her! May they fire  her  for a barren ewe ! So she says:  Tay for thee?
Well, I saith: Angst so mush: and  desired she might not  take it amiss if I
esteemed  her  but an odd. If I did  ate toughturf I'm not a  mishymissy. Of
course I  know, pettest, you're so  learningful and considerate in yourself,
so friend of vegetables, you long cold cat you! Please by acquiester to meek
my acquointance! Codling, snakelet, iciclist! My diaper has more life to it!
Who drowned you in drears, man, or are you  pillale with ink? Did a weep get
past the gates of your  pride? My tread  on the clover, sweetness? Yes,  the
buttercups told me, hug me, damn it all,  and I'll kiss you back to life, my
peachest. I mean to make you suffer, meddlar, and  I don't care this fig for
contempt of courting. That I chid you,sweet sir? You know I'm  tender  by my
eye. Can't  you read by  dazzling ones  through me true? Bite  my laughters,
drink my tears. Pore into me, volumes, spell me stark and spill me swooning.
I just don't care what my thwarters think. Transname  me loveliness, now and
here  me for  all times ! I'd risk a  policeman passing  by, Magrath or even
that beggar  of a  boots at the Post. The flame? O, pardone!  That was what?
Ah,  did  you  speak,  stuffstuff?  More poestries  from  Chickspeer's  with
gleechoreal music or a  jaculation from the garden of the soul. Of I be leib
in  the immoralities? O, you mean the strangle for love and the sowiveall of
the prettiest? Yep, we open hap coseries in the home. And once upon a week I
improve on myself I'm so  keen on that New Free Woman with novel inside. I'm
always as tickled as can be over Man  in a Surplus by the Lady  who Pays the
Rates. But I'm as pie as is possible. Let's root out Brimstoker and give him
the thrall of our lives. It's Dracula's nightout. For creepsake don't make a
flush! Draw the shades, curfe you, and I'll beat any sonnamonk to love. Holy
bug, how my highness would jump to make you flame your halve a bannan in two
when I'd run my burning torchlight through (to adore me there and then cease
to be?  Whatever  for, blossoms?) Your  hairmejig if you  had  one. If  I am
laughing with you? No, lovingest, I'm not  so dying to take  my  rise out of
you,  adored. Not in the  very  least. True as God  made  my Mamaw hiplength
modesty coatmawther! It's only  because the rison is I'm only any girl,  you
lovely fellow  of my dreams, and because old somebooby  is not a roundabout,
my trysting of the tulipies,  like that puff  pape bucking Daveran assoiling
us behinds.  What a  nerve! He thinks  that's  what the vesprey's  for.  How
vain's that hope  in cleric's  heart  Who still  pursues th'adult' rous art,
Cocksure that rusty gown  of his Will make  fair  Sue forget his  phiz! Tame
Schwipps. Blessed Marguerite bosses,  I  hope  they threw away the  mould or
else  we'll  have  Ballshossers  and  Sourdamapplers   with  their   medical
assassiations all over the  place. But  hold hard till  I've got my latchkey
vote and I'll teach him when to wear what  woman callours. On account of the
gloss of the gleison Hasaboobrawbees  isabeaubel. And because, you pluckless
lankaloot,  I  hate the very  thought of the  thought of  you  and  because,
dearling, of  course, adorest, I was always meant for an engindear from  the
French college, to be musband,  nomme d'engien, when we do and contract with
encho  tencho  solver  when  you  are  married to  reading and writing which
pleasebusiness now  won't be long for he's so loopy  on me and  I'm so leapy
like since the day he carried me from the boat, my saviored of eroes, to the
beach and I left on his shoulder one fair hair to guide hand and mind to its
softness.  Ever  so  sorry! I beg  your pardon,  I  was  listening to  every
treasuried word I said  fell from my dear mot's tongue otherwise how could I
see what  you were thinking of our granny? Only I wondered if I threw out my
shaving  water.  Anyway, here's my  arm, pulletneck. Gracefully yours.  Move
your  mouth  towards  minth, more, preciousest,  more on more! To please me,
treasure.  Don't be  a, I'm not going to! Sh!  nothing!  A cricri somewhere!
Buybuy!  I'm fly!  Hear,  pippy, under  the limes. You know  bigtree are all
against gravstone.  They  hisshistenency.  Garnd ond  mand !  So  chip chirp
chirrup, cigolo, for the lug of Migo!  The little passdoor, I go you before,
so,  and you're at  my apron  stage. Shy is him, dovey? Musforget there's an
audience.   I  have  been  lost,  angel.  Cuddle,  ye  divil  ye!  It's  our
toot-a-toot. Hearhere! Sensation! Let them, their whole four courtships! Let
them, Bigbawl  and  his boosers'  eleven  makes twelve territorials. The Old
Sot's Hole  that wants wide streets to commission their noisense in,  at the
Mitchells  v.  Nicholls. Aves Selvae  Acquae Valles!  And my waiting  twenty
classbirds, sitting on their stiles! Let me finger  their  eurhythmytic. And
you'll see if I'm selfthought. They're all  of them out  to please. Wait! In
the  name of. And all  the holly.  And some the  mistle  and it Saint  Yves.
Hoost! Ahem! There's Ada, Bett, Celia,  Delia,  Ena,  Fretta,  Gilda, Hilda,
Ita, Jess, Katty, Lou, (they  make me cough  as  sure as I read them)  Mina,
Nippa, Opsy,  Poll,  Queeniee, Ruth, Saucy, Trix, Una,  Vela, Wanda,  Xenia,
Yva, Zulma, Phoebe, Thelma. And Mee! The  reformatory boys is goaling in for
the  church  so  we've  all  comefeast  like  the  groupsuppers  and  caught
lipsolution from Anty Pravidance under penancies for myrtle sins. When their
bride  was married all my belles  began  ti  ting. A ring a ring a rosaring!
Then everyone  will hear of it. Whoses wishes is the farther to my thoughts.
But  I'll  plant them a poser for their nomanclatter. When they're out  with
the daynurse doing Chaperon  Mall.  Bright pigeons all over the whirrld will
fly with my  mistletoe message round their loveribboned necks and d crumb of
my cake for each  chasta dieva.  We  keeps  all and sundry  papers.  In  th'
amourlight, O  my darling! No, I swear to you  by Fibsburrow  churchdome and
Sainte Andr‚e's  Undershift, by all I hold  secret from  my world and in  my
underworld of nighties and naughties and all  the other wonderwearlds! Close
your, notmust look! Now open, pet, your lips, pepette, like I used  my sweet
parted lipsabuss  with Dan Holohan of facetious memory taught me  after  the
flannel dance, with the proof of  love, up Smock  Alley  the first night  he
smelled pouder and I coloured beneath my  fan, pipetta mia, when you learned
me the linguo to melt. Whowham  would have ears like ours,  the blackhaired!
Do you  like that, silenzioso? Are you  enjoying,  this  same little  me, my
life, my love? Why do  you  like my whisping? Is it not divinely deluscious?
But in't it bafforyou? Misi misi! Tell me till my thrillme comes! I will not
break the seal. I am enjoying it still, I swear  I am! Why do you prefer its
in  these dark nets, if  why  may  ask,  my  sweetykins? Sh  sh! Longears is
flying. No, sweetissest, why would that ennoy me? But don't! You  want to be
slap well slapped  for that. Your delighted lips, love, be  careful! Mind my
duvetyne  dress above  all!  It's  golded  silvy, the newest  sextones  with
princess effect. For Rutland blue's got out of  passion. So, so, my precious
! O,  I can see the cost, chare! Don't tell me! Why, the boy in sheeps' lane
knows that. If I sell whose,  dears? Was I sold here' tears?  You mean those
conversation  lozenges? How  awful!  The bold  shame  of  me  !  I wouldn't,
chickens, not for all  the juliettes in the twinkly  way!  I could snap them
when I see them winking at me in bed. I didn't  did so, my  intended, or was
going  to or  thinking  of. Shshsh!  Don't  start like  that, you  wretch! I
thought ye knew all and more, ye aucthor, to explique to ones the significat
of their exsystems with your nieu nivulon lead. It's only another queer fish
or other in Brinbrou's damned  old trouchorous  river again, Gothewishegoths
bless  us  and  spare her! And  gibos rest from  the  bosso ! Excuse me  for
swearing,  love, I swear to  the sorrasims  on their trons of Uian I  didn't
mean to by  this alpin  armlet!  Did you really never  in all our  cantalang
lives speak clothse to a girl's before? No! Not even to the charmermaid? How
marfellows! Of course I believe you, my own dear doting liest, when you tell
me.  As I'd  live to, O, I'd love to! Liss,  liss!  I muss whiss! Never that
ever or I can remember dearstreaming faces,  you may go through me! Never in
all my whole white life of my matchless and pair. Or ever  for bitter be the
frucht  of this hour! With my whiteness I thee woo and bind my silk breasths
I  thee bound!  Always,  Amory,  amor  andmore!  Till  always,  thou lovest!
Shshshsh! So long as the lucksmith. Laughs!
     II. If  you met on  the  binge a poor acheseyeld from Ailing,  when the
tune of his  tremble shook shimmy on shin, while his countrary  raged in the
weak of his wailing, like  a rugilant pugilant Lyon  O'Lynn; if he maundered
in misliness,  plaining  his  plight or,  played fox and lice,  pricking and
dropping  hips  teeth,  or  wringing  his handcuffs  for  peace,  the  blind
blighter,  praying  Dieuf and Domb Nostrums  foh thomethinks  to eath; if he
weapt while  he leapt and guffalled quith a quhimper, made cold blood a blue
mundy and  no  b