h her hips' hurrahs for  her knees'dontelleries. The only parr with
frills in  old the plain. So  they are, I declare! Welland well! If tomorrow
keeps fine who'll  come  tripping to sightsee? How'll? Ask  me next  what  I
haven't  got!  The Belvedarean exhibitioners. In  their  cruisery  caps  and
oarsclub colours. What hoo,  they band! And what hoa, they buck! And here is
her  nubilee letters too. Ellis on  quay in  scarlet thread. Linked for  the
world on a flushcaloured field.  Annan exe after  to show  they're not Laura
Keown's. O, may  the  diabolo twisk  your seifety pin! You child  of Mammon,
Kinsella's Lilith! Now  who has  been tearing the leg of her drawars on her?
Which  leg is it? The  one with the bells on  it. Rinse  them out  and aston
along with you! Where did I  stop? Never stop! Continuarration!  You're  not
there yet. I amstel waiting. Garonne, garonne!
     Well,   after   it  was  put   in   the  Mericy   Cordial   Mendicants'
Sitterdag-Zindeh-Munaday  Wakeschrift  (for  once they  sullied  their white
kidloves,  chewing  cuds  after their  dinners of cheeckin  and beggin, with
their show us it here and their mind out of that and their when you're quite
finished with the reading matarial), even the snee that snowdon his  hoaring
hair had  a skunner  against him.  Thaw, thaw, sava, savuto! Score Her Chuff
Exsquire! Everywhere erriff you went and every bung you arver dropped  into,
in cit or suburb or in addled areas, the Rose and  Bottle  or Phoenix Tavern
or Power's Inn  or Jude's Hotel or wherever you scoured the countryside from
Nannywater  to  Vartryville or from Porta  Lateen to the  lootin quarter you
found his ikom etsched tipside down or the cornerboys cammocking his guy and
Morris  the  Man, with  the role  of a  royss in his  turgos  the  turrible,
(Evropeahahn cheic house, unskimmed sooit and yahoort,  hamman now cheekmee,
Ahdahm this way make, Fatima, half tum!) reeling and railing round the local
as  the peihos piped  und ubanjees twanged,  with  oddfellow's  triple tiara
busby   rotundarinking   round   his   scalp.   Like   Pate-by-the-Neva   or
Pete-over-Meer. This is the Hausman all paven and  stoned, that cribbed  the
Cabin that never was owned  that cocked his  leg and hennad his Egg. And the
mauldrin rabble around  him  in areopage, fracassing  a great bingkan cagnan
with  their timpan crowders. Mind your Grimmfather! Think of  your Ma!  Hing
the  Hong is his jove's hangnomen ! Lilt a bolero, bulling a law ! She swore
on croststyx nyne wyndabouts she's be level  with all the snags of them yet.
Par  the Vulnerable  Virgin's Mary  del Dame!  So she  said to herself she'd
frame a plan to fake a  shine,  the mischiefmaker, the like of it you niever
heard. What  plan? Tell me quick and dongu so crould! What the  meurther did
she mague? Well, she bergened a zakbag, a  shammy mailsack, with the lend of
a loan of the light of his lampion, off one of her swapsons, Shaun the Post,
and  then she went and  consulted  her chapboucqs, old  Mot  Moore,  Casey's
Euclid  and  the  Fashion  Display  and made herself tidal  to  join in  the
mascarete. O  gig  goggle  of  gigguels.  I  can't  tell you  how!  It's too
screaming to rizo, rabbit it all! Minneha, minnehi minaaehe,  minneho! O but
you must,  you must  really! Make my hear it gurgle gurgle, like  the farest
gargle  gargle in the dusky dirgle  dargle! By the holy well of Mulhuddart I
swear I'd pledge my chanza getting to heaven through Tirry and Killy's mount
of impiety to  hear it all, aviary word! O, leave me my  faculties, woman, a
while! If you  don't like my story  get  out of the punt. Well, have it your
own way, so. Here, sit down and do as you're bid. Take my stroke and bend to
your bow. Forward in and pull your overthepoise! Lisp it slaney and crisp it
quiet. Deel me longsome. Tongue  your  time now. Breathe thet deep. Thouat's
the fairway. Hurry slow and scheldt you go.  Lynd us your blessed ashes here
till I scrub the canon's underpants. Flow now. Ower more. And pooleypooley.
     First she let her  hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its teviots
winding coils.  Then,  mothernaked, she sampood herself  with  galawater and
fraguant pistania mud,  wupper  and lauar,  from  crown  to  sole.  Next she
greesed the groove of her keel, warthes and wears and mole and  itcher, with
antifouling butterscatch and turfentide and  serpenthyme and  with leafmould
she ushered round prunella isles  and eslats  dun, quincecunct, allover  her
little mary. Peeld gold of  waxwork her jellybelly and her grains of incense
anguille bronze. And after that she wove a garland for her hair. She pleated
it.  She  plaited  it.  Of  meadowgrass  and  riverflags,  the  bulrush  and
waterweed,  and  of  fallen  griefs of  weeping  willow.  Then she made  her
bracelets and her anklets and her armlets and a jetty amulet for necklace of
clicking cobbles and pattering pebbles  and rumbledown rubble, richmond  and
rehr, of Irish rhunerhinerstones and shellmarble bangles. That done,  a dawk
of smut to her  airy ey, Annushka Lutetiavitch  Pufflovah,  and the lellipos
cream to her lippeleens and the pick of the paintbox for her pommettes, from
strawbirry reds to extra  violates, and  she sendred her boudeloire maids to
His Affluence, Ciliegia  Grande  and Kirschie  Real, the two chirsines, with
respecks from his missus, seepy and sewery, and a request might she passe of
him for a minnikin. A call to pay and light a taper, in Brie-on-Arrosa, back
in  a sprizzling. The cock  striking  mine, the stalls bridely sign, there's
Zambosy waiting for Me! She said she wouldn't be half her length away. Then,
then, as soon as the lump his back was turned, with her mealiebag slang over
her shulder, Anna Livia, oysterface, forth of her bassein came.
     Describe her! Hustle along, why can't you? Spitz on the iern while it's
hot. I wouldn't miss her for irthing  on  nerthe. Not for the lucre of lomba
strait. Oceans of Gaud, I mosel hear that! Ogowe presta! Leste, before Julia
sees her!  Ishekarry  and washemeskad,  the  carishy caratimaney? Whole lady
fair? Duodecimoroon? Bon a ventura? Malagassy? What had she  on, the  liddel
oud  oddity? How much did she  scallop,  harness and weights? Here  she  is,
Amnisty Ann! Call her calamity electrifies man.
     No  electress at all but old Moppa  Necessity, angin mother  of injons.
I'll tell you a test.  But  you must sit still. Will you hold your peace and
listen well to what I am going to  say now? It might have been ten or twenty
to one of the night of Allclose or the nexth of April when  the flip of  her
hoogly igloo flappered and out toetippit a bushman woman, the dearest little
moma ever you saw, nodding around her, all smiles, with ems of embarras  and
aues to awe, between two ages, a judyqueen, not  up to your elb. Quick, look
at her  cute and  saise her  quirk for the bicker she lives the slicker  she
grows. Save us and tagus ! No more? Werra where  in ourthe did you ever pick
a Lambay chop as big as  a  battering ram?  Ay, you're  right. I'm  epte  to
forgetting, Like Liviam Liddle did Loveme Long. The linth of my hough, I say
!  She  wore a ploughboy's  nailstudded  clogs,  a pair of  ploughfields  in
themselves: a sugarloaf hat with a gaudyquiviry peak and a band of gorse for
an arnoment  and a hundred streamers dancing off it and  a guildered  pin to
pierce it:  owlglassy bicycles boggled her eyes: and a fishnetzeveil for the
sun not to spoil the wrinklings of her hydeaspects: potatorings boucled  the
loose   laubes   of   her  laudsnarers:   her  nude  cuba   stockings   were
salmospotspeckled: she  sported  a  galligo shimmy of hazevaipar tinto  that
never was fast till it ran  in  the washing: stout stays, the rivals,  lined
her length:  her  bloodorange  bockknickers, a two  in one  garment,  showed
natural  nigger boggers,  fancyfastened, free to  undo: her  blackstripe tan
joseph was sequansewn and teddybearlined, with wavy rushgreen epaulettes and
a leadown here and there of royal swansruff: a brace of gaspers stuck in her
hayrope  garters:  her  civvy  codroy  coat  with  alpheubett  buttons   was
boundaried  round  with  a  twobar  tunnel  belt:  a  fourpenny bit in  each
pocketside weighed her safe from the blowaway windrush; she had a clothespeg
tight astride on her joki's nose and she kep on grinding a sommething quaint
in her fiumy mouth and  the rrreke of the fluve of the tail of  the gawan of
her snuffdrab siouler's skirt trailed  ffiffty odd  Irish  miles behind  her
lungarhodes.
     Hellsbells, I'm sorry I missed her! Sweet gumptyum and nobody fainted !
But in whelk of her mouths? Was her naze  alight? Everyone that saw her said
the  dowce little delia looked a  bit queer. Lotsy  trotsy, mind the poddle!
Missus,  be  good  and don't fol in the say! Fenny poor  hex  she  must have
charred. Kickhams a frumpier ever  you saw! Making mush mullet's eyes at her
boys dobelon. And they  crowned her  their chariton queen, all the maids. Of
the may? You  don't say!  Well  for her she couldn't see herself. I recknitz
wharfore the darling murrayed  her  mirror. She did? Mersey me! There was  a
koros  of   drouthdropping   surfacemen,   boomslanging   and   plugchewing,
fruiteyeing and flowerfeeding, in contemplation  of the fluctuation and  the
undification of her filimentation, lolling and leasing on North Lazers' Waal
all eelfare week by the Jukar Yoick's and as soon as they saw her meander by
that marritime way in her grasswinter's weeds and  twigged who was under her
archdeaconess bonnet,  Avondale's fish and  Clarence's poison,  sedges an to
aneber, Wit-uponCrutches to Master Bates: Between our two southsates and the
granite they're warming, or her face has been lifted or Alp has doped!
     But what was the game in her  mixed baggyrhatty?  Just the tembo in her
tumbo or pilipili from her  pepperpot? Saas and taas and specis bizaas.  And
where in thunder did she plunder? Fore the  battle or efter the ball? I want
to  get it  frisk from the  soorce.  I aubette  my  bearb  it's worth  while
poaching  on! Shake  it  up, do,  do! That's  a good old son of a  ditch!  I
promise I'll  make it worth your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet with
a goodfor. Spey me pruth and I'll tale you true.
     Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne aringarouma  she pattered and swung
and sidled,  dribbling her boulder through narrowa mosses,  the diliskydrear
on  our drier side  and  the vilde  vetchvine agin us,  curara here, careero
there,  not knowing which  medway  or weser  to strike it, edereider, making
chattahoochee all to her  ain chichiu, like Santa Claus  at the cree  of the
pale and puny, nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her arms encircling
Isolabella, then running with reconciled Romas and Reims,  on like a lech to
be off  like a dart,  then bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with spittle, with a
Christmas box apiece for  aisch  and iveryone  of  her childer, the birthday
gifts  they dreamt they gabe her, the  spoiled she fleetly laid at our door!
On the matt, by the pourch and inunder the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to
see, the glashaboys, the pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre.
And  they all about  her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas,  from  the slime of
their slums and artesaned wellings,  rickets and riots, like the  Smyly boys
at  their vicereine's levee. Vivi vienne, little  Annchen! Vielo Anna,  high
life! Sing  us a sula,  O,  susuria! Ausone  sidulcis!  Hasn't  she  tambre!
Chipping her  and raising a bit of a chir or a jary every  dive she'd neb in
her  culdee  sacco  of  wabbash  she   raabed  and   reach  out  her  maundy
meerschaundize, poor souvenir as  per  ricorder and all for sore aringarung,
stinkers  and  heelers,  laggards  and primelads,  her  furzeborn  sons  and
dribblederry daughters,  a  thousand and one of them,  and wickerpotluck for
each of them. For evil  and  ever. And  kiks the buch. A tinker's bann and a
barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee; a cartridge of cockaleekie soup  for
Chummy  the  Guardsman;  for  sulky  Pender's  acid  nephew  delto‹d  drops,
curiously  strong;  a  cough and  a  rattle and  wildrose  cheeks  for  poor
Piccolina  Petite MacFarlane;  a  jigsaw puzzle  of  needles  and  pins  and
blankets and shins between them  for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn Mmarriage;
a brazen nose and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a papar flag of the
saints and  stripes  for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff  for  Pudge  Craig and a
nightmarching hare  for Techertim Tombigby;  waterleg and gumboots each  for
Bully  Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan;  a prodigal heart and fatted calves for
Buck Jones, the pride of Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim
for Val  from Skibereen;  a  jauntingcar  for  Larry  Doolin,  the Ballyclee
jackeen; a seasick trip on  a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan; a louse
and trap for Jerry Coyle;  slushmincepies for Andy Mackenzie; a hairclip and
clackdish  for Penceless  Peter; that twelve sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a
drowned doll, to face downwards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls
for  Blanchisse's bed; Wildairs'  breechettes for  Magpeg Woppington; to Sue
Dot  a  big  eye;  to  Sam  Dash a false step; snakes  in clover, picked and
scotched,  and a vaticanned viper  catcher's visa for  Patsy Presbys; a reiz
every morning  for Standfast  Dick and a  drop every minute for Stumblestone
Davy;  scruboak beads  for beatified  Biddy;  two appletweed stools  for Eva
Mobbely;  for  Saara Philpot  a  jordan  vale  tearorne;  a  pretty  box  of
Pettyfib's Powder for Eileen  Aruna  to whiten her teeth and outflash  Helen
Arhone; a whippingtop for  Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine  of Butterman's
Lane a  penny wise for her foolish  pitcher; a  putty  shovel for Terry  the
Puckaun;  an  apotamus  mask  for  Promoter  Dunne;  a  niester egg  with  a
twicedated shell  and  a  dynamight  right for  Pavl  the  Curate; a collera
morbous for Mann in the Cloack; a starr and girton for Draper and Deane; for
Will-of-the-Wisp  and  Barny-the-Bark  two mangolds noble  to  sweeden their
bitters; for Oliver Bound a  way in his frey;  for Seumas, thought little, a
crown he  feels big; a tibertine's pile with  a Congoswood cross on the back
for  Sunny Twimjim;  a  praises be and  spare  me days for  Brian-the Bravo;
penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona  Lena Magdalena; for
Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla, Mamilla,  a  bucket, a  packet, a  book  and  a
pillow; for Nancy  Shannon a Tuami  brooch; for  Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a
cooling douche and a warmingpan; a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher;
a  hairpin slatepencil  for Elsie Oram to scratch her  toby,  doing her best
with  her volgar fractions; an  old age pension for Betty Bellezza; a bag of
the  blues  for  Funny Fitz; a Missa pro Messa for  Taff de Taff; Jill,  the
spoon of a girl, for Jack,  the broth of a boy;  a  Rogerson Crusoe's Friday
fast  for Caducus Angelus Rubiconstein; three  hundred  and sixtysix  poplin
tyne for revery  warp  in the weaver's  woof  for Victor  Hugonot;  a  stiff
steaded rake  and good varians  muck  for Kate the Cleaner;  a  hole  in the
ballad for Hosty; two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten on
the  pop for  the daulphins  born with  five  spoiled squibs  for Infanta; a
letter  to  last a  lifetime for  Maggi  beyond by the ashpit;  the heftiest
frozenmeat woman from  Lusk  to  Livienbad  for  Felim  the Ferry;  spas and
speranza  and  symposium's  syrup for  decayed  and blind and gouty Gough; a
change  of naves  and  joys  of  ills  for  Armoricus  Tristram Amoor  Saint
Lawrence; a guillotine shirt for Reuben Redbreast and hempen suspendeats for
Brennan on the Moor; an  oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and musquodoboits for
Great Tropical Scott; a C3 peduncle for Karmalite Kane; a sunless map of the
month, including the sword and stamps, for Shemus O'Shaun the Post; a jackal
with hide for Browne but Nolan; a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance; all
lock and  no  stable for  Honorbright Merreytrickx;  a big  drum  for  Billy
Dunboyne;  a  guilty  goldeny bellows, below  me blow me,for Ida  Ida  and a
hushaby  rocker,Elletrouvetout,for  Who-issilvier  -- Where-is-he?; whatever
you  like  to swilly to swash, Yuinness  or Yennessy,  Laagen or  Niger, for
Festus King  and Roaring Peter and  Frisky Shorty and  Treacle Tom and O. B.
Behan and Sully the Thug  and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran and O'Delawarr
Rossa  and  Nerone  MacPacem and whoever you chance to meet knocking around;
and a pig's bladder balloon  for  Selina Susquehanna  Stakelum. But what did
she give  to Pruda Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and  Briery  Brosna
and Teasy Kieran  and Ena  Lappin and Muriel  Maassy  and  Zusan  Camac  and
Melissa Bradogue  and Flora Ferns and Fauna  Fox-Goodman and Grettna Greaney
and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan
with Simpatica Sohan and Una  Bina Laterza and Trina La  Mesme and Philomena
O'Farrell  and  Irmak  Elly  and  Josephine Foyle  and Snakeshead  Lily  and
Fountainoy Laura and  Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy Frances de Sales Macleay? She
gave them  ilcka  madre's  daughter a moonflower  and  a bloodvein: but  the
grapes  that  ripe before  reason to them that  devide the  vinedress. So on
Izzy, her shamemaid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight,
life past befoul his prime.
     My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's  dusind with  tithe tillies to
boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub ! And Hibernonian market! All
that  and  more  under  one crinoline  envelope  if you dare  to  break  the
porkbarrel seal. No wonder they'd run from her pison plague. Throw  us  your
hudson soap for the honour of Clane! The wee taste the water left. I'll raft
it  back, first thing in  the marne. Merced mulde! Ay, and don't  forget the
reckitts I  lohaned you.  You've  all the swirls your  side  of the current.
Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Who said you're to blame for that if
you have? You're  a bit  on the  sharp side. I'm on the wide. Only snuffers'
cornets drifts my way that the cracka dvine chucks out of his cassock,  with
her estheryear's marsh  narcissus to make  him recant his vanitty fair. Foul
strips  of his chinook's bible  I  do  be reading,  dodwell  disgustered but
chickled with chuckles at the tittles is drawn  on the tattlepage. Senior ga
dito:  Faciasi Omo! E omo fu fo. Ho!  Ho!  Senior ga dito:  Faciasi  Hidamo!
Hidamo se ga facess.... Ha!  Ha!  And  Die  Windermere  Dichter  and  Lefanu
(Sheridan's) old House by the Coachyard and Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on
the Floss. Ja, a swamp for Altmuehler and a  stone for his flossies ! I know
how  racy they move his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda
like that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it? Lying
beside the sedge I  saw  it. Hoangho,  my sorrow, I've lost it! Aimihi! With
that turbary water who could see? So near and yet so  far! But O,  gihon!  I
lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure and moravar again. Regn onder river.
Flies do your float. Thick is the life for mere.
     Well, you know or don't you kennet or  haven't I told you every telling
has a taling and that's  the he  and the she of it.  Look, look, the dusk is
growing! My branches lofty are taking root. And my  cold cher's gone ashley.
Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon  is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye
or  erewone last saw Waterhouse's clogh. They took  it  asunder, I hurd thum
sigh. When will  they reassemble it? O,  my back, my back, my bach! I'd want
to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong!  There's  the Belle for  Sexaloitez! And
Concepta  de  Send-us-pray!  Pang!  Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew!
Godavari, vert the showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them
here now?  Ay, we will.  Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread  mine on
mine. Flep! It's what  I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went  is
rising.  I'll lay a few stones  on the hostel  sheets. A man  and his  bride
embraced between  them.  Else I'd have sprinkled  and folded them only.  And
I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The strollers will pass it
by.  Six shifts,  ten kerchiefs,  nine to hold  to the fire and this for the
code,  the convent napkins,twelve,  one  baby's  shawl.  Good mother Jossiph
knows, she said. Whose head? Mutter snores? Deataceas!  Wharnow are alle her
childer,  say?  In  kingdome  gone or power  to come  or  gloria  be to them
farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some  here,  more no more, more again lost
alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch  of the Shannons was married
into a family in Spain. And all the Dunders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland
beyond Brendan's herring pool takes  number nine in  yangsee's hats. And one
of Biddy's  beads went  bobbing till she  rounded up lost histereve  with  a
marigold  and a  cobbler's  candle  in a side strain of  a  main drain  of a
manzinahurries off Bachelor's  Walk.  But all that's left to the last of the
Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and between is one kneebuckle and
two hooks in the front. Do you tell  me.  that now? I do in troth. Orara por
Orbe  and poor Las  Animas! Ussa, Ulla,  we're umbas  all! Mezha, didn't you
hear it  a deluge of times, ufer and ufer,  respund  to spond? You deed, you
deed!  I need, I need! It's that irrawaddyng  I've stoke in my aars.  It all
but husheth the lethest zswound. Oronoko ! What's your trouble? Is that  the
great Finnleader himself in his joakimono on his statue riding the high hone
there forehengist? Father of Otters, it is himself! Yonne there! Isset that?
On  Fallareen  Common? You're thinking of  Astley's Amphitheayter where  the
bobby restrained you making sugarstuck pouts to the ghostwhite horse of  the
Peppers.  Throw the cobwebs  from your eyes, woman,  and spread your washing
proper! It's well I know your sort of  slop. Flap! Ireland  sober is Ireland
stiff Lord  help  you, Maria, full  of  grease,  the  load is with me!  Your
prayers.  I  sonht zo! Madammangut! Were you  lifting your elbow,  tell  us,
glazy  cheeks,  in Conway's Carrigacurra canteen? Was  I what, hobbledyhips?
Flop! Your rere gait's creakorheuman bitts your  butts disagrees. Amn't I up
since the  damp tawn, marthared  mary  allacook,  with Corrigan's  pulse and
varicoarse veins, my  pramaxle smashed, Alice Jane in decline and my oneeyed
mongrel  twice run over,  soaking  and  bleaching boiler rags, and  sweating
cold, a  widow like me, for to deck my tennis  champion son,  the laundryman
with  the lavandier  flannels?  You won your  limpopo  limp  fron  the husky
hussars when Collars and  Cuffs was heir to the town and your  slur gave the
stink to Carlow. Holy Scamander, I sar it again! Near the golden falls. Icis
on us! Seints of light! Zezere! Subdue your noise, you hamble creature! What
is it but a  blackburry growth  or the dwyergray ass them four  old  codgers
owns. Are you meanam Tarpey and  Lyons and Gregory? I meyne now, thank  all,
the four of them, and the  roar of  them, that draves that stray in the mist
and  old  Johnny  MacDougal  along with them. Is  that  the Poolbeg  flasher
beyant, pharphar, or a fireboat coasting nyar the Kishtna or a glow I behold
within a hedge or my Garry come back from the Indes? Wait till  the honeying
of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye.
We'll  meet again,  we'll part  once more.  The spot I'll  seek if the  hour
you'll  find.   My  chart   shines  high   where   the  blue  milk's  upset.
Forgivemequick, I'm  going!  Bubye! And you,  pluck your watch, forgetmenot.
Your evenlode. So save to  jurna's end! My sights are swimming thicker on me
by the shadows to this place.  I sow  home slowly now by own way,  moyvalley
way. Towy I too, rathmine.
     Ah, but she was the queer old skeowsha anyhow, Anna Livia, trinkettoes!
And sure he was the quare old buntz too, Dear Dirty Dumpling, foostherfather
of fingalls and dotthergills. Gammer  and gaffer we're  all their gangsters.
Hadn't he seven dams to wive him? And every dam  had her seven crutches. And
every crutch had its seven hues. And each hue had a differing cry. Sudds for
me and supper  for  you and the doctor's bill for Joe John. Befor! Bifur! He
married  his markets,  cheap by foul,  I  know,  like any  Etrurian Catholic
Heathen, in their pinky limony creamy  birnies  and their  turkiss  indienne
mauves. But at milkidmass who  was the  spouse?  Then all that was was fair.
Tys Elvenland ! Teems of times and happy returns. The seim anew. Ordovico or
viricordo. Anna  was, Livia  is, Plurabelle's to  be.  Northmen's thing made
southfolk's place  but  howmulty plurators made eachone in  person? Latin me
that,  my  trinity scholard,  out  of eure sanscreed into oure eryan! Hircus
Civis Eblanensis!  He had buckgoat paps on him,  soft ones for  orphans. Ho,
Lord ! Twins of his bosom. Lord save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His
tittering daughters of. Whawk?
     Can't  hear  with  the waters  of. The chittering waters of. Flittering
bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are  you  not  gone ahome? What Thom  Malone?
Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us
! My foos won't moos. I  feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told  of Shaun or
Shem? All Livia's daughtersons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head
halls. I feel as heavy as  yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun?  Who were
Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me,
tell me, elm! Night night!  Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside  the rivering
waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!