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Finnegans Wake ~ Book 1
written by James Joyce
Chapter 2



Book I

chapter 1

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1 riverrun[1], past Eve and Adam's[2], from swerve[3] of shore to bend
2of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
3Howth Castle and Environs.
4      Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-
5core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
6isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
7had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
8to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
9all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
10tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
11kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in
12vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
13peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
14end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
15      The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
16ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
17nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
18on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
19offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
20erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
21an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
22and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
23 where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
24 linsfirst loved livvy.

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1        What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
2 gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
3 Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
4 out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
5 pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
6 Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
7 Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-
8 killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
9 and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-
10 solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng
11voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the
12duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and
13 body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of
14 soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks
15 of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if
16 you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the
17 pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.
18       Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-
19 rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-
20 back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers
21 or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely
22 struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere
23 he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-
24 er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so
25 that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)
26 and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-
27 fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the
28 banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie
29 ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part
30 inher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in
31 grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like
32 Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab-
33 les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the
34 liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days
35 to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth
36 of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from

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1next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-
2titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and
3with larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter-
4ing down.
5      Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos-
6laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with
7 ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.
8 His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.
9Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister
10Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and,
11O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha,
12Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!
13       What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersday
14this municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness
15to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive
16ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims that
17would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of
18heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-
19 tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and
20 before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and
21 at the fading of the stars ! For a nod to the nabir is better than wink
22 to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing
23 bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-
24 bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She
25 has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the
26 dreamydeary. Heed! Heed ! It may half been a missfired brick, as
27 some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back
28 promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-
29 sand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe
30 ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls-
31 rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers,
32 autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-
33 phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods
34 and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and
35 the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-
36 rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his

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1 blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-
2 busses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies
3 snooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and the
4 hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,
5 homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud
6 murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may
7 and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warn-
8 ing Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did
9 shake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-
10 tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,
11 mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For
12 whole the world to see.
13        Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie?
14of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's
15chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in
16their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of
17ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers
18and raiders and cinemen too. And the all gianed in with the shout-
19most shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.
20To the continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's
21extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening.
22Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is
23Priam Olim ! 'Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen
24his pillowscone, tap up his bier! E'erawhere in this whorl would ye
25hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty
26fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips
27of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head.
28Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O !
29Hurrah, there is but young gleve for the owl globe wheels in
30view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Him a being
31so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee
32 peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought, platterplate.
33 Hum ! From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath
34 or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the
35 bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a
36 horn!) from fiord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him

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1 rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvy-
2 long night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells,
3her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him. 3
4With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins about all 4
5them inns and ouses. Tilling a teel of a tum, telling a toll of a tea- 5
6ry turty Taubling. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs 6
7à gross if we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the 7
8kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down 8
9but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Fin- 9
10foefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpan- 10

try's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? 11

A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But, 12

lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through 13

that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for 14

he is noewhemoe. Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. 15

Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Ag- 16

apemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt 17

away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and 18

goodridhirring. 19

    Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined a- 20

slumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout- 21

ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on. Hic cubat 22

edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters, 23

reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint of mines or beggar a 24

pinnyweight. Arrah, sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny, or, we 25

mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid 26

piddle med puddle, she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh! 27

Brontolone slaaps, yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple 28

Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu- 29

thner in yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass, 30

stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the maga- 31

zine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her sisterin shawl. 32

While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty, ollol- 33

lowed ill! bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk the 34

ombushes, the site of the lyffing-in-wait of the upjock and hock- 35

ums. Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is 36

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enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national 1

museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful water- 2

loose country and the two quitewhite villagettes who hear show 3

of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees! 4

Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and 5

the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Redismembers invalids of old 6

guard find poussepousse pousseypram to sate the sort of their butt. 7

For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the mistress Kathe. Tip. 8

    This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! 9

Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is a Prooshi- 10

ous gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshi- 11

ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of 12

the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang 13

the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your 14

pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of 15

Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his 16

same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter Wil- 17

lingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed 18

dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's gharters 19

and his bangkok's best and goliar's goloshes and his pullupon- 20

easyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three 21

lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an 22

inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stoop- 23

ing. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. A 24

Gallawghurs argaumunt. This is the petty lipoleum boy that 25

was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuo- 26

mush. Dirty MacDyke. And Hairy O'Hurry. All of them 27

arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, 28

this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the 29

crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums. 30

This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their 31

handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides 32

the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is 33

a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big 34

Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides 35

on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This 36

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is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most Awful 1

Grimmest Sunshat Cromwelly. Looted. This is the jinnies' hast- 2

ings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin 3

red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw! 4

Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugact- 5

ing. Nap. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the 6

Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agincourting 7

all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto 8

the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This 9

is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a 10

ball up his ear to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hur- 11

old dispitchback. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me 12

Belchum. Salamangra! Ayi, ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! 13

Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of 14

Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me Belchum in 15

his twelvemile cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost, 16

footing the camp for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's 17

as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Roo- 18

shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon 19

Futter with the popynose. After his hundred days' indulgence. 20

This is the blessed. Tarra's widdars! This is jinnies in the bonny 21

bawn blooches. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the 22

Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! 23

(Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the 24

solphereens in action, this is their mobbily, this is panickburns. 25

Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! 26

Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat 27

strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster- 28

lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip- 29

py trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip. This is me Bel- 30

chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in 31

the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the 32

marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the 33

Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy- 34

Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam- 35

bariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest 36

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of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from 1

his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone 2

is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel- 3

lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willing- 4

done. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy. 5

This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the 6

hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the 7

half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle 8

filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob. 9

This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums 10

up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip. That was 11

the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white 12

harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp, waggling his tailoscrupp 13

with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see- 14

boy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!) This is the seeboy, 15

madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: 16

Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable 17

ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin. 18

Basucker youstead! This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole 19

of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the 20

back of his big wide harse. Tip (Bullseye! Game!) How Copen- 21

hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan 22

out. 23

    Phew! 24

    What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the 25

airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for 26

the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month 27

and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And num- 28

mered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too ! The wa- 29

grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted 30

knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there's that 31

gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle, 32

wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle, 33

helfalittle, pelfalittle gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields! 34

Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside 35

him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs. 36

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The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de 1

baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail, 2

'tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when 3

Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom- 4

cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv! 5

Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme- 6

rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does 7

hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now, 8

she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, 9

a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows 10

in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging 11

its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking 12

there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh, 13

militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the 14

minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest 15

childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we 16

sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to 17

pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled 18

goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy 19

spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps, 20

keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with 21

bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of 22

shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson 23

of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and 24

ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that 25

come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw 26

(that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. 27

Undo lives 'end. Slain. 28

    How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore- 29

bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti- 30

cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a 31

pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and 32

laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with 33

a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so 34

solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may 35

rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture) 36

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for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life- 1

work leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young 2

wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth 3

behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while 4

Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what? with 5

a grin says she. And we all like a marriedann because she is mer- 6

cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation 7

(floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an eyebush on this glau- 8

brous phace of Herrschuft Whatarwelter she'll loan a vesta and 9

hire some peat and sarch the shores her cockles to heat and she'll 10

do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the 11

blaziness on. Poffpoff. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty 12

times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand 13

remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn- 14

him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a 15

turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight 16

of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin. 17

    Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy, 18

fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review 19

of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else- 20

where, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collines, 21

sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek, in their swisha- 22

wish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's Folly, 23

at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stand up, mickos! 24

Make strake for minnas ! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see 25

and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off 26

Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the bergagambols 27

of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the country- 28

bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its 29

several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each 30

harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's 31

on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all 32

there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve 33

and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like 34

kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg 35

of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this 36

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sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen. 1

Royally? One sovereign punned to petery pence. Regally? The 2

silence speaks the scene. Fake! 3

    So This Is Dyoublong? 4

    Hush! Caution ! Echoland ! 5

    How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the outwashed 6

engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his 7

innkempt house. Used they? (I am sure that tiring chabelshovel- 8

ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I 9

say, the remains of the outworn gravemure where used to be 10

blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. Used we? (He is only pre- 11

tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed 12

lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) It is well known. Lokk for himself and 13

see the old butte new. Dbln. W. K. O. O. Hear? By the mauso- 14

lime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fum- 15

fum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's 16

magic lyer. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening 17

for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord 18

shall be theirs for ollaves. 19

    Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius 20

in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book 21

in baile's annals, f t. in Dyffinarsky ne'er sall fail til heathersmoke 22

and cloudweed Eire's ile sall pall. And here now they are, the fear 23

of um. T. Totities! Unum. (Adar.) A bulbenboss surmounted up- 24

on an alderman. Ay, ay! Duum. (Nizam.) A shoe on a puir old 25

wobban. Ah, ho! Triom. (Tamuz.) An auburn mayde, o'brine 26

a'bride, to be desarted. Adear, adear! Quodlibus. (Marchessvan.) A 27

penn no weightier nor a polepost. And so. And all. (Succoth.) 28

    So, how idlers' wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with 29

anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves of the living in the boke 30

of the deeds, annals of themselves timing the cycles of events 31

grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass how. 32

    1132 A.D. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot 33

hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ub- 34

lanium. 35

    566 A.D. On Baalfire's night of this year after deluge a crone that 36

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hadde a wickered Kish for to hale dead tunes from the bog look- 1

it under the blay of her Kish as she ran for to sothisfeige her cow- 2

rieosity and be me sawl but she found hersell sackvulle of swart 3

goody quickenshoon ant small illigant brogues, so rich in sweat. 4

Blurry works at Hurdlesford. 5

    
(Silent.) 6

    566 A.D. At this time it fell out that a brazenlockt damsel grieved 7

(sobralasolas!) because that Puppette her minion was ravisht of her 8

by the ogre Puropeus Pious. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh- 9

bally. 10

    1132. A.D. Two sons at an hour were born until a goodman 11

and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas. 12

Primas was a santryman and drilled all decent people. Caddy 13

went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for 14

Dublin. 15

    Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between antedilu- 16

vious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his 17

scroll. The billy flood rose or an elk charged him or the sultrup 18

worldwright from the excelsissimost empyrean (bolt, in sum) 19

earthspake or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du- 20

ran. A scribicide then and there is led off under old's code with 21

some fine covered by six marks or ninepins in metalmen for the 22

sake of his labour's dross while it will be only now and again in 23

our rear of o'er era, as an upshoot of military and civil engage- 24

ments, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking that 25

same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his 26

neighbour's safe. 27

    Now after all that farfatch'd and peragrine or dingnant or clere 28

lift we our ears, eyes of the darkness, from the tome of Liber Li- 29

vidus and, (toh!), how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes 30

and gloamering glades, selfstretches afore us our fredeland's plain! 31

Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies with his crook; young pric- 32

ket by pricket's sister nibbleth on returned viridities; amaid her 33

rocking grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness; skyup is of ever- 34

grey. Thus, too, for donkey's years. Since the bouts of Hebear 35

and Hairyman the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun, 36

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the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have 1

pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights, 2

the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygeyed the mayvalleys 3

of Knockmaroon, and, though for rings round them, during a 4

chiliad of perihelygangs, the Formoreans have brittled the too- 5

ath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Fire- 6

bugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevan- 7

ses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City (Year! 8

Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing buttonholes have quad- 9

rilled across the centuries and whiff now whafft to us, fresh and 10

made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho. 11

    The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium 12

hold them!) they were and went; thigging thugs were and hou- 13

hnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool 14

fiansees. Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the 15

blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry 16

piggy?: and the duncledames have countered with the hellish fel- 17

lows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they 18

fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And 19

still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the 20

field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: 21

and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush! Well may they 22

wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as 23

old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn't 24

it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers that shimmy 25

and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety! 26

Flippety! Fleapow! 27

    Hop! 28

    In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a 29

parth a lone who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid 30

hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot. He hath locktoes, this short- 31

shins, and, Obeold that's pectoral, his mammamuscles most 32

mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain 33

pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep 34

fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it junipery or febrew- 35

ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and 36

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froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich- 1

indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of 2

slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil- 3

lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered 4

women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller- 5

day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty an- 6

glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute. 7

Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea- 8

ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks. 9

    Jute. Yutah! 10

    Mutt. Mukk's pleasurad. 11

    Jute. Are you jeff? 12

    Mutt. Somehards. 13

    Jute. But you are not jeffmute? 14

    Mutt. Noho. Only an utterer. 15

    Jute. Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you? 16

    Mutt. I became a stun a stummer. 17

    Jute. What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How, 18

                  Mutt? 19

    Mutt. Aput the buttle, surd. 20

    Jute. Whose poddle? Wherein? 21

    Mutt. The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he. 22

    Jute. You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. 23

                  Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were 24

                  you. 25

    Mutt. Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru 26

                  Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I 27

                  rimimirim ! 28

    Jute. One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all 29

                  your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here 30

                  have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good 31

                  for you. 32

    Mutt. Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel- 33

                  lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy 34

                  faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy! 35

                  He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here 36

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                  where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis- 1

                  sers moony, Minnikin passe. 2

    Jute. Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory- 3

                  shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba- 4

                  ges on to soil here. 5

    Mutt. Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a 6

                  riverpool. 7

    Jute. Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like? 8

    Mutt. Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum 9

                  rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn, 10

                  with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton 11

                  on, did Brian d' of Linn. 12

    Jute. Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly 13

                  forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat- 14

                  what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um- 15

                  scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed. 16

    Mutt. Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink 17

                  roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde 18

                  ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone 19

                  to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where 20

                  wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of 21

                  signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to 22

                  whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr. 23

                  Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering 24

                  rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence: 25

                  hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of 26

                  livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as 27

                  flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of 28

                  whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges 29

                  to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize! 30

    Jute. 'Stench! 31

    Mutt. Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an' 32

                  everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great- 33

                  grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig, 34

                  drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound 35

                  seemetery which iz leebez luv. 36

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    Jute. 'Zmorde! 1

    Mutt. Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des- 2

                 pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup 3

                 them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust 4

                 and being humus the same roturns. He who runes 5

                 may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle, 6

                 crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum- 7

                 blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in 8

                 your whisht! 9

    Jute. Whysht? 10

    Mutt. The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay. 11

    Jute. Howe? 12

    Mutt. Here is viceking's graab. 13

    Jute. Hwaad ! 14

    Mutt. Ore you astoneaged, jute you? 15

    Jute. Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud. 16

    (Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios 17

of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since 18

We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told 19

of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They 20

lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is 21

given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and 22

again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds 23

walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that 24

knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that 25

convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that 26

adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en- 27

tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his 28

navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively- 29

onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt, 30

an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at 31

all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht. 32

Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and 33

arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for 34

a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the 35

waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ace to ace! When a
36

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part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an 1

allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of 2

quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make 3

the tomtummy's pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these 4

rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha, 5

whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that's thuck in its thoil like thum- 6

fool's thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it 7

all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kim- 8

mells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets' eegs 9

(O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now 10

quite epsilene, and oldwolldy wobblewers, haudworth a wipe o 11

grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is 12

sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular 13

Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the 14

cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip- 15

pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them 16

pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats- 17

thats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the 18

same balifuson. Racketeers and bottloggers. 19

    Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise. One by one place one 20

be three dittoh and one before. Two nursus one make a plaus- 21

ible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boaboa and three- 22

legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their 23

mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight of liberorumqueue 24

to con an we can till allhorrors eve. What a meanderthalltale to 25

unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and anntisquattor 26

and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be every tim, nick 27

and larry of us, sons of the sod, sons, littlesons, yea and lealittle- 28

sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters 29

of Nan! Accusative ahnsire! Damadam to infinities 30

    True there was in nillohs dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer 31

in the waste, and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies 32

to let flee. All was of ancientry. You gave me a boot (signs on 33

it!) and I ate the wind. I quizzed you a quid (with for what?) and 34

you went to the quod. But the world, mind, is, was and will be 35

writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that fall 36

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under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last milch- 1

camel, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns, has still to 2

moor before the tomb of his cousin charmian where his date is 3

tethered by the palm that's hers. But the horn, the drinking, the 4

day of dread are not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them, 5

chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the 6

muttheringpot: and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter, 7

tintingfast and great primer must once for omniboss step rub- 8

rickredd out of the wordpress else is there no virtue more in al- 9

cohoran. For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed 10

of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally 11

(though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister 12

Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Fillstup. So you 13

need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry 14

three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of 15

Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who 16

would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth 17

thereof the. Dor. 18

    Cry not yet! There's many a smile to Nondum, with sytty 19

maids per man, sir, and the park's so dark by kindlelight. But 20

look what you have in your handself! The movibles are scrawl- 21

ing in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and zingzang 22

for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon 23

a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the 24

strubbely beds. And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb- 25

key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And 26

so cuddy me only wallops have heels. That one of a wife with 27

folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a 28

noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave and a fammy of 29

levity; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of what the 30

mischievmiss made a man do. Malmarriedad he was reverso- 31

gassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique. 32

Maye faye, she's la gaye this snaky woman! From that trippiery 33

toe expectungpelick! Veil, volantine, valentine eyes. She's the 34

very besch Winnie blows Nay on good. Flou inn, flow ann. 35

Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle 36

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mien, we are in rearing of a norewhig. So weenybeeny- 1

veenyteeny. Comsy see! Het wis if ee newt. Lissom! lissom! 2

I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes 3

prittle. 4

    It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld, 5

when Adam was delvin and his madameen spinning watersilts, 6

when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal 7

ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy to his love- 8

saking eyes and everybilly lived alove with everybiddy else, and 9

Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, 10

laying cold hands on himself. And his two little jiminies, cousins 11

of ourn, Tristopher and Hilary, were kickaheeling their dummy 12

on the oil cloth flure of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse. 13

And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece- 14

of-his-in-law, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy 15

one and made her wit foreninst the dour. And she lit up and fire- 16

land was ablaze. And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusi- 17

enne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porter- 18

pease? And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour 19

handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her grace 20

o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan- 21

dy westerness she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl van Hoother war- 22

lessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to 23

my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud. And there 24

was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles some- 25

where in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' 26

walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love- 27

spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her 28

four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convor- 29

ted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman. So then 30

she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again 31

at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with 32

her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. And where 33

did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. And Jarl von Hoo- 34

ther had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, 35

shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary and 36

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the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet, 1

wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher. And the prank- 2

quean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flack- 3

ering from the hillcombs. And she made her witter before the 4

wicked, saying: Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss 5

of porterpease? And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her 6

madesty. So her madesty 'a forethought' set down a jiminy and 7

took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she 8

rain, rain, rain. And Jarl von Hoother bleethered atter her with 9

a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop. 10

But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it. And there was a wild 11

old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere 12

in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in 13

Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with 14

the nail of a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical 15

monitrix to touch him his tears and she provorted him to the 16

onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian. So then she started 17

raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was 18

back again at Jarl von Hoother's and the Larryhill with her under 19

her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by the ward 20

of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm? 21

And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantry- 22

box, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!), ant 23

the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the 24

watercloth, kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing, like 25

knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy. And the 26

prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twink- 27

ling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, 28

asking: Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of por- 29

ter pease? But that was how the skirtmishes endupped. For like 30

the campbells acoming with a fork lance of-lightning, Jarl von 31

Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came 32

hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his 33

three shuttoned castles, in his broadginger hat and his civic chol- 34

lar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves 35

and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his fur- 36

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framed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen or- 1

angeman in his violet indigonation, to the whole longth of the 2

strongth of his bowman's bill. And he clopped his rude hand to 3

his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to 4

shut up shop, dappy. And the duppy shot the shutter clup (Per- 5

kodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghundhurth- 6

rumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun!) And they all drank 7

free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any 8

girls under shurts. And that was the first peace of illiterative 9

porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world. How kirssy the 10

tiler made a sweet unclose to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore 11

shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold 12

her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep the peacewave 13

and van Hoother was to git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness 14

of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis. 15

    O foenix culprit! Ex nickylow malo comes mickelmassed bo- 16

num. Hill, rill, ones in company, billeted, less be proud of. Breast 17

high and bestride! Only for that these will not breathe upon 18

Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness. Quar- 19

ry silex, Homfrie Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees, Livia No- 20

answa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would 21

evesdrip, were it mous at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far 22

ear. Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him 23

all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow. She he she ho 24

she ha to la. Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her! Impalpabunt, 25

he abhears. The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him 26

with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed 27

and the wave of hawhawhawrd and the wave of neverheedthem- 28

horseluggarsandlisteltomine. Landloughed by his neaghboormis- 29

tress and perpetrified in his offsprung, sabes and suckers, the 30

moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one 31

whose loab we are devorers of, how butt for his hold halibutt, or 32

her to her pudor puff, the lipalip one whose libe we drink at, how 33

biff for her tiddywink of a windfall, our breed and washer givers, 34

there would not be a holey spier on the town nor a vestal flout- 35

ing in the dock, nay to make plein avowels, nor a yew nor an eye 36

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to play cash cash in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a' toole o' 1

tall o' toll and noddy hint to the convaynience. 2

    He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and 3

all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice 4

for the living and he urned his dread, that dragon volant, and he 5

made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain, that 6

mighty liberator, Unfru-Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad he did, 7

our ancestor most worshipful, till he thought of a better one in 8

his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from ears- 9

end to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies wake 10

him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will 11

again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have 12

you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding, 13

will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake? Usgueadbaugham! 14

    Anam muck an dhoul ! Did ye drink me doornail? 15

    Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure 16

like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad. Sure you'd 17

only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in 18

Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary, the North 19

Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the 20

Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's 21

abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey 22

with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata, or a slut snoring with an 23

impure infant on a bench. 'Twould turn you against life, so 24

'twould. And the weather's that mean too. To part from Devlin 25

is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier 26

than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have 27

no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are, primesigned 28

in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remember- 29

ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls under 30

your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare 31

the varmints and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket, 32

kerchief, ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre, in the 33

land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan 34

and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan. And we'll be 35

coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing 36

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you presents, won't we, fenians? And il isn't our spittle we'll stint 1

you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, pennydirts and 2

dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the 3

field. Mieliodories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man, 4

taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is 5

the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax, the food for 6

glory, (mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too 7

light !) and some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you. 8

Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan 9

Lalors piped you overborder and there's whole households be- 10

yond the Bothnians and they calling names after you. The men- 11

here's always talking of you sitting around on the pig's cheeks 12

under the sacred rooftree, over the bowls of memory where every 13

hollow holds a hallow, with a pledge till the drengs, in the Salmon 14

House. And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat 15

on high is the mark of your manument. All the toethpicks ever 16

Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped from that battery 17

block. If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the 18

oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and 19

when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses 20

you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy. The game old 21

Gunne, they do be saying, (skull !) that was a planter for you, a 22

spicer of them all. Begog but he was, the G.O.G! He's dudd- 23

andgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq 24

but peace to his great limbs, the buddhoch, with the last league 25

long rest of him, while the millioncandled eye of Tuskar sweeps 26

the Moylean Main ! There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes 27

and Brettland, no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say. No, 28

nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. 29

That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn't ring 30

round and hoist high the stone that Liam failed. Who but a Mac- 31

cullaghmore the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the 32

funeral to compass our cause? If you was hogglebully itself and 33

most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was 34

your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better 35

Your Grace? Mick Mac Magnus MacCawley can take you off to 36

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the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle 1

and cut. But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale 2

eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him the journeyall 3

Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. You 4

had a gamier cock than Pete, Jake or Martin and your archgoose 5

of geese stubbled for All Angels' Day. So may the priest of seven 6

worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you 7

as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey that's in Heaven! 8

Hep, hep, hurrah there! Hero! Seven times thereto we salute 9

you! The whole bag of kits, falconplumes and jackboots incloted, 10

is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system 11

of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copri- 12

capron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the 13

region of sahuls. And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck 14

tick's swell. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome 15

roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not 16

unrested ! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid, 17

Totumcalmum, saith: I know thee, metherjar, I know thee, sal- 18

vation boat. For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama- 19

nation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming 20

is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors 21

and of the grammarians of Christpatrick's ordered concerning 22

thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing. Howe of the ship- 23

men, steep wall! 24

    Everything's going on the same or so it appeals to all of us, 25

in the old holmsted here. Coughings all over the sanctuary, bad 26

scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for breakfast, one o'gong 27

for lunch and dinnerchime. As popular as when Belly the First 28

was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same 29

shop slop in the window. Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's 30

Vi-Cocoa and the Eswuards' desippated soup beside Mother Sea- 31

gull's syrup. Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. Coal's 32

short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again, 33

begrained to it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir, 34

spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by 35

mudapplication. Allfor the books and never pegging smashers 36

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after Tom Bowe Glassarse or Timmy the Tosser. 'Tisraely the 1

truth! No isn't it, roman pathoricks? You were the doublejoynted 2

janitor the morning they were delivered and you'll be a grandfer 3

yet entirely when the ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows. 4

Kevin's just a doat with his cherub cheek, chalking oghres on 5

walls, and his little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of knicks, playing 6

postman's knock round the diggings and if the seep were milk 7

you could lieve his olde by his ide but, laus sake, the devil does 8

be in that knirps of a Jerry sometimes, the tarandtan plaidboy, 9

making encostive inkum out of the last of his lavings and writing 10

a blue streak over his bourseday shirt. Hetty Jane's a child of 11

Mary. She'll be coming (for they're sure to choose her) in her 12

white of gold with a tourch of ivy to rekindle the flame on Felix 13

Day. But Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. You remember 14

Essie in our Luna's Convent? They called her Holly Merry her 15

lips were so ruddyberry and Pia de Purebelle when the redminers 16

riots was on about her. Were I a clerk designate to the Williams- 17

woodsmenufactors I'd poster those pouters on every jamb in the 18

town. She's making her rep at Lanner's twicenightly. With the 19

tabarine tamtammers of the whirligigmagees. Beats that cachucha 20

flat. 'Twould dilate your heart to go. 21

    Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and 22

repose your honour's lordship! Hold him here, Ezekiel Irons, and 23

may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's spoor- 24

ing. Dimitrius O'Flagonan, cork that cure for the Clancartys ! You 25

swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch 26

neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther 27

angst of Wramawitch! Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, 28

where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O 29

sleepy! So be yet! 30

    I've an eye on queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust me. 31

She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir postcards to 32

help to build me murial, tippers! I'll trip your traps! Assure a 33

sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you. Did or 34

didn't we, sharestutterers? So you won't be up a stump entirely. 35

Nor shed your remnants. The sternwheel's crawling strong. I 36

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seen your missus in the hall. Like the queenoveire. Arrah, it's 1

herself that's fine, too, don't be talking! Shirksends? You storyan 2

Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy 3

good trout. Shakeshands. Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her only 4

her lex's salig. Boald Tib does be yawning and smirking cat's 5

hours on the Pollockses' woolly round tabouretcushion watch- 6

ing her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to 7

her last. Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement, 8

decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's allavalonche that 9

blows nopussy food. If you only were there to explain the mean- 10

ing, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. The lips 11

would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Fin- 12

drinny Fair. What with reins here and ribbons there all your 13

hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at 14

sea or swooped through the blue like Airwinger's bride. She 15

was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can second a 16

song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by. Fond of 17

a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her forty winks 18

for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her 19

merlin chair assotted, reading her Evening World. To see is 20

it smarts, full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news. 21

Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount. 22

Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with 23

the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he 24

noise about all same Harry chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle 25

a chuckle, in and out of their serial story, Les Loves of Selskar 26

et Pervenche, freely adapted to The Novvergin's Viv. There'll 27

be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her 28

final tear. Zee End. But that's a world of ways away. Till track 29

laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering 30

candles flare. Anna Stacey's how are you! Worther waist in the 31

noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. Her 32

hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you 33

now! Finn no more! 34

    For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's 35

already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his 36

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haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me. Shop Illicit, 1

flourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop 2

a deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a bennbranch a yardalong 3

(Ivoeh!) the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brew- 4

ster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas Barnum; humph- 5

ing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a 6

grandfallar, with a pocked wife in pickle that's a flyfire and three 7

lice nittle clinkers, two twilling bugs and one midgit pucelle. 8

And aither he cursed and recursed and was everseen doing what 9

your fourfootlers saw or he was never done seeing what you cool- 10

pigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for smiledown witnesses, 11

and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the frailyshees. 12

Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round 13

her heavens for ever. Creator he has created for his creatured 14

ones a creation. White monothoid? Red theatrocrat? And all the 15

pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however 'twas 16

'tis sure for one thing, what sherif Toragh voucherfors and 17

Mapqiq makes put out, that the man, Humme the Cheapner, 18

Esc, overseen as we thought him, yet a worthy of the naym, 19

came at this timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial 20

fermament one tide on another, with a bumrush in a hull of a 21

wherry, the twin turbane dhow, The Bey for Dybbling, this 22

archipelago's first visiting schooner, with a wicklowpattern 23

waxenwench at her prow for a figurehead, the deadsea dugong 24

updipdripping from his depths, and has been repreaching him- 25

self like a fishmummer these siktyten years ever since, his shebi 26

by his shide, adi and aid, growing hoarish under his turban and 27

changing cane sugar into sethulose starch (Tuttut's cess to him!) 28

as also that, batin the bulkihood he bloats about when innebbi- 29

ated, our old offender was humile, commune and ensectuous 30

from his nature, which you may gauge after the bynames was 31

put under him, in lashons of languages, (honnein suit and 32

praisers be!) and, totalisating him, even hamissim of himashim 33

that he, sober serious, he is ee and no counter he who will be 34

ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Eden- 35

borough. 36
 

Notes

  1. riverrun — the course which a river shapes and follows through the landscape.
  2. Adam and Eve's — old Franciscan church in Dublin (on the south quays of river Liffey).
  3. swerve — an act of swerving, turning aside, or deviating from a course

bend - curve

bay - an embankment or dam to retain water, or divert its course into a mill stream, etc.

commodious - comfortable, spacious, capacious

a vicious circle* - a situation in which a cause produces a result that itself produces the original cause; vicus (l) - village, hamlet; street, row of houses, quarter of a city.

recirculation - a renewed or fresh circulation

environs - surroundings, outskirts

Tristram, Tristan - (1) Sir Amory Tristram from Armorica (Brittany), one of Ireland's Norman conquerors, founder of the St Lawrence family of Howth (Joyce: "Sir Amory Tristram 1st earl of Howth changed his name to Saint Lawrence, in Brittany (North Armorica)"); (2) Tristan of Lyonnesse (hero of medieval romance, nephew of Mark of Cornwall, lover of Isolde of Ireland); Sir Tristrem - metrical romance by Thomas the Rhymer from 13. c.

violer - A player of the viol, in early use esp. one attached to the household of the king, a noble, etc.; a fiddler

d'amore (it) - of love

...A long sea implies an uniform and steady motion of long and extensive waves; on the contrary, a short sea is when they run irregularly, broken, and interrupted, so as frequently to burst over a vessel's side or quarter.

pas encore (fr) - not yet

rearrive - to arrive again

Armorica - name of the north-western part of Gaul, now called Bretagne or Brittany.

scraggy - rough, irregular or broken in outline or contour

isthmus - a narrow portion of land, enclosed on each side by water, and connecting two larger bodies of land; a neck of land.

minor - small

wielder - a ruler, governer; one who uses or acts skilfully; wieder (ger) - again.

top sawyer - a worker at a sawpit who stands above the timber; one who holds a superior position, a first-rate hand at something Tom Soyer

Oconee - river in Georgia; ochone - exclamation of regret or grief.

exaggerate - to heap up

Laurens county - county in northern South Carolina? REFERENCE

gorgio - person who is not gipsy gorgeous Joyce, Giorgio (1905-1976) - James Joyce's son, once married to Helen Joyce, father of Stephen Joyce.

Dublin*, Georgia - Town, Laurens County, Georgia, US, on Oconee River. Joyce explained to Harriet Weaver that it was founded by a Dubliner named Peter Sawyer (actually it was Jonathan Sawyer), and that its motto was "Doubling all the time."

mumper - beggar, a begging impositor, one that sulks number

afire - flaming, on fire a fire

bellows - to blow (with bellows); bellow - to call, yell; bellowed = the response of the peatfire of faith to the windy words of the apostle. Letters, I, 248

Mishe = I am (Irish) i.e. Christian; mische (ger) - mix; Tauf = baptize (German); Thou art Peter and upon this rock...

venison* - any beast of chase or other wild animal killed by hunting very soon

scad - a dollar; hit squad - a group of esp. politically-motivated assassins or kidnappers.

buttend - to use the butt end (e.g. of a gun)

bland - suave, dull, uninteresting blind

Isaac - Isaac ben Abraham (known as Isaac the blind) REFERENCE

sosie - double, twin esp. an identical twin

wroth - to manifest anger, to become angry; Roth, Samuel - piratically published some of "Work in Progress" in Two Worlds (New York, 1925-26), and in 1926-27 published more than half of Ulysses.

twenty nine; (one) Jonathan Swift, "nathandjoe," and his amours with two girls, Esther Johnson (Stella) and Esther Vanhomrigh (Vanessa).

rot - to decompose

peck - a liquid measure of two gallons; a considerable quantity or number, a 'quantity'.

Jim; Shem.

Shaun; John.

malt - barley or other grain prepared for brewing or distilling; Willy Shakespeare brewed a peck of malt during a famine.

that

brew - to concoct, to convert (barley, malt, or other substance) into a fermented liquor.

arclight = arclamp - a lamp in which the light is produced by an electric arc.

rory - dewy, gaudy in colour; Rory - Joyce glosses the word (Letters, I, 248) thus: "rory = Irish = red"/ "rory = Latin, roridus = dewy"/ "At the rainbow's end are dew and the colour red: bloody end to the lie in Anglo-Irish = no lie." In FW, "rainbow" has the Biblical meaning of peace, covenant between God and man; "dew" is its opposite, a promise of continued war, because Vico says that, after the flood, the climate was dry and it did not thunder till after "dew" appeared. Glasheen, Adaline / Third census of Finnegans wake

regina (l) - a queen; Regen (ger) - rain rainbow

ringsum (ger) - all around

aqua (l) - water

gaireachtach (garokhtokh) (gael) - boisterous O Hehir, Brendan / A Gaelic lexicon for Finnegans wake, and glossary for Joyce's other works

Donner (ger) - thunder

Varuna* - Hindu creator and storm god

scan (scan) (gael) - crack

tornach (tornokh) (gael) - thunder

Wallstreet* - New York stock exchange; strait - difficulty, crisis.

Parr, Thomas, "Old Parr" (1483-1635) - lived in the reigns of ten princes, got a girl with child when oven a hundred; parr - a young salmon before it becomes a smolt

retell* - to tell again; re - - 'again, 'anew'; tale - to discourse, talk, gossip.

minstrelsy - the singing and playing of a minstrel; Christy Minstrels - black face troop which came from America to London in 1857. Moore and Burgess were their rivals.

entail - to bring on by way of necessary consequence

at short notice - with little time for action or preparation

pfui* - an exclamation of contempt or disgust

Erse - Irish; Erseman - a man who is Erse by birth or descent.

humpty* - humped, hump-backed; Humpty Dumpty - A short, dumpy, hump-shouldered person. In the well-known nursery rime or riddle (quoted below) commonly explained as signifying an egg (in reference to its shape); thence allusively used of persons or things which when once overthrown or shattered cannot be restored. (In the nursery rime or riddle there are numerous variations of the last two lines, e.g. 'Not all the king's horses and all the king's men Could [can] set [put] Humpty Dumpty up again [in his place again, together again]'.)

promptly

inquiring* - that inquires, inquisitive

Weston, Jessie* - her book From Ritual to Romance is a principal source of Eliot's The Waste Land. FW straightforwardly associates her with the Grail Quest. Glasheen, Adaline / Third census of Finnegans wake

quest - search

turnpike - a barrier placed across a road to stop passage till the toll is paid; a toll-gate; pike - a sharp point, pointed tip, peak; TURNPIKE - The Dublin turnpike system was introduced in the reign of George II. An 1821 map shows 10 Dublin turnpikes, almost all located on the North Circular Road and South Cicrcular Road at the crossing of main roads. The turnpike in Chapelizod was just East of the Phoenix Tavern (where the Mullingar House now stands) at the curve of the Dublin road to the bridge. It is described on the 1st page of Le Fanu's House by the Churchyard. The Dublin-Mullingar road was a turnpike road until 1853.

cnoc (knuk) (gael) - hill; knock out - a knock-out blow.

rust - decompose; to lay to rest - to put in the last resting-place, to bury.
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