Complete Works of James Joyce (195 page)

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cinnamondhued.

 

Creeping Crawleys petery parley, banished to his native Ireland from

 

erring under Ryan.

 

Had our retrospectable fearfurther gatch mutchtatches?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ford to their healing and 1 byleave in the old weights downupon

 

 

the Swanny, innovated by him, the prence di Propagandi, the

 

chrism for the christmass, the pillar of the perished and the rock

 

o’ralereality, and it is veritably belied, we belove, that not allsods

 

of esoupcans that’s in the queen’s pottage post and not allfinesof

 

greendgold that the Indus contains would overhinduce them,

 

(o.p.) to steeplechange back once from their ophis workship and

 

twice on sundises, to their ancient flash and crash habits of old

 

Pales time ere beam slewed cable 2 or Derzherr, live wire, fired

 

Benjermine Funkling outa th’Empyre, sin righthand son; which,

 

cummal, having listed curefully to the interlooking and the under-

 

lacking of her twentynine shifts or his continental’s curses, pum-

 

mel, apostrophised Byrne’s and Flamming’s and Furniss’s and

 

Bill Hayses’s and Ellishly Haught’s, hoc, they (t.a.W.), sick

 

or whole, stiff or sober, let drop as a doombody drops, with-

 

out another ostrovgods word eitherways, in their own lineal

 

descendance, as priesto as puddywhack, 3 coal on: 4 and, as we

 

gang along to gigglehouse, talking of molniacs’ manias and

 

missions for mades to scotch the schlang and leathercoats for

 

murty magdies,of course this has blameall in that medeoturanian

 

world to say to blessed by Pointer the Grace’s his privates judge-

 

ments 5 whenso to put it, disparito, duspurudo, desterrado, des-

 

pertieu, or, saving his presents for his own onefriend Bevradge,

 

Conn the Shaughraun; but to return for a moment from the

 

reptile’s age 6 to the coxswain on the first landing (page Ainee

 

Riviere!) if the pretty Lady Elisabbess, Hotel des Ruines — she

 

laid her batsleeve for him two trueveres tell love (on the Ides of

 

Valentino’s, at Idleness, Floods Area, Isolade, Liv’s lonely

 

daughter, with the Comes Tichiami, of Prima Vista, Abroad,

 

suddenly), and beauty alone of all dare say when now, uncrowned,

 

 

1 That is to sight, when cleared of factions, vulgure and decimating.

 

 

They just spirits a body away.

 

Patatapadatback.

 

Dump her (the missuse).

 

Fox him! The leggy colt!

 

Do he not know that walleds had wars. Harring man, is neow king. This

 

is modeln times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

deceptered, in what niche of time 1 is Shee or where in the rose

 

 

world trysting, that was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle,

 

and the peg-of-my-heart of all the tompull or on whose limbs-to-

 

lave her semicupiose eyes now kindling themselves are brightning, 2

 

O Shee who then (
4.32 M
.P., old time, to be precise, according to

 

all three doctors waterburies that was Mac Auliffe and poor Mac-

 

Beth and poor MacGhimley to the tickleticks, of the synchron-

 

isms, all lauschening,a time also confirmed seven sincuries later by

 

the quatren medical johnny, poor old MacAdoo MacDollett, with

 

notary, 3 whose presence was required by law of Devine Fore-

 

sygth and decretal of the Douge) who after the first compliments 4

 

med darkist day light, gave him then that vantage of a Blinken-

 

sope’s cuddlebath at her proper mitts — if she then, the then that

 

matters, — but, seigneur! she could never have forefelt, as she yet

 

will fearfeel, when the lovenext breaks out, such a coolcold

 

douche as him, the totterer, the four-flights-the-charmer, doub-

 

ling back, in nowtime, 5 bymby when saltwater he wush him these

 

iselands, O alors! to mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot!) under

 

that chemise de and a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it

 

wash?) with a cheek white peaceful as, wen shall say, a single pro-

 

fessed claire’s 6 and his washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser’s

 

lampblick, to pure where they where hornest girls, to buy her in

 

par jure, il you plait, nuncandtunc and for simper, and other duel

 

mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth

 

super Luck, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice

 

(for’twas he was the born suborner, man) on behalf of an oldest

 

ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima and Gemiti, later on, his

 

craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish title, Grindings of Nash, 7 the

 

 

1 Muckross Abbey with the creepers taken off.

 

 

Joke and Jilt will have their tilt.

 

Old Mamalujorum and Rawrogerum.

 

Why have these puerile blonds those large flexible ears?

 

Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuffin.

 

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