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along with the early plan for II.1 quoted above, probably in May 1926, Joyce jotted a short plan of what was to follow it:
Interior of hotel. [siglum for 12 citizens]
Paschal lambtable [HCE] fights [ALP] (formerly)
Studies [combo Shaun-Shem siglum with diagonal slash]
[Issy] tells story in bed to [Shaun-Shem]
on 7 June 1926 he wrote to Harriet Weaver: "Between the close of [ALP] at nightfall and [Shaun 1] there are three or four other episodes, the children's games, night studies, a scene in the 'public', and a 'lights out in the village'." [L1-241]
over the next few months he worked on the 'muddest thick' vignette [below #] and by 15 July 1926 his plans had evolved a bit: "I have done a piece of the studies, [Shem] coaching [Shaun] how to do Euclid Bk I,1. I will do a few more pieces, perhaps [Maggy] picture-history from the family album and parts of [12] discussing... A Painful Case and the [HCE]-[ALP] household, etc." [L1-242]
by 1931 he had rethought this some more:
8-9 Children's hour
9-10 A little learning
10-11 hist. survey
11-12 open air debate
but between 1926 and 1933 he did nothing new for II.2, and when he finally returned to it, for publication in transition, his work seems tentative, with many changes of direction.
in 1934 (as an afterthought) Joyce went thru the whole chapter and added marginal comments (Shem's in one margin, Shaun's in the other, switching sides at halftime) and footnotes by Issy. (I've mostly ignored those here, because they're so late... and so cryptic.)
the style of Issy's footnotes is based on English as She is Spoke [etext]
the chapter opens: [fw]
As we there are where are we are we there from tomtittot to teetootomtotalitarian. Tea tea too oo.
Whom will comes over...
Whence. Quick lunch by our left, wheel, to where. Long Livius Lane, mid Mezzofanti Mall, diagonising Lavatery Square, up Tycho Brache Crescent, shouldering Berkeley Alley... under Guido d'Arezzo's Gadeway, by New Livius Lane till where we whiled while we whithered. Old Vico Roundpoint. But fahr, be fear!
FDV: So let us follow them. Down Livy Lane, along Mezzofanti Mall, then across Lavatery Square, up Tycho Brahe Terrace, along Isaac Newton Avenue through S. Catechista's gate
(because of the many changes of mind, Hayman includes some later typescripts I'll call 2DV and 3DV.)
2DV: Hither let us as we have rest and followed them, quick lunch, buy our lefts, halt, long Livius Lane, Mid Mezzofanti Mall, diagonising Lavatery Square, up Tycho Brahe Crescent, Shouldering Berkeley's Alley? under Saint Cecilia's Archeway,
...Hencetaking tides we haply return... to befinding ourself when old is said in one... before a mosoleum. Length Withought Breath, of him, a chump of the evums... who... is... more mob than man.
FDV: till find ourselves in Guild Circus with memorability mosoleum of one who is more Mob than Man.
2DV: to befinding ourselves, when old is sad and one, afore a mosoleum, Length without Breath, of Him, a chip off the evums who is more mob than Man.
...Terror of the noonstruck by day, cryptogam of each nightly bridable. But, to speak broken heaventalk, is he? Who is he? Whose is he? Why is he? Howmuch is he? Which is he? When is he? Where is he? How is he? And what the decans is there about him anyway, the decemt man? Easy, calm your haste! Approach to lead our passage!
This bridge is upper.
Cross.
Thus come to castle.
Knock.
A password, thanks.
Yes, pearse.
Well, all be dumbed!
O really?
2DV:
This bridge is upper.
Cross.
Thus came to castle.
Knock.
A password thanks.
Yes pearse.
Well all be dumbed.
O Really.
(cf Prankquean) [FW I.1]
Hoo cavedin earthwight
At furscht kracht of thunder.
When shoo, his flutterby,
Was netted and named.
2DV:
Who became earthwight.
At first thought of thunder.
When she, a flutterby,
Was netted and named.
(the punctuation suggests a song lyric or poem here)
Erdnacrusha, requiestress, wake em!
And let luck's puresplutterall lucy at ease!
McH: Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis = Lord, grant them eternal rest and let perpetual light shine upon them (Mass for the Dead)
To house as wise fool ages builded.
Sow byg eat.
2DV: To house which wise fool ages builded.
Sow byg eat.
McH: so be it
...So let Bacchus e'en call! Inn inn! Inn inn! Where. The babbers ply the pen... Pastimes are past times. Now let bygones be bei Gunne's... The tasks above are as the flasks below, saith the emerald canticle of Hermes and all's loth and pleasestir, are we told, on excellent inkbottle authority... We seek the Blessed One, the Harbourer-cum-Enheritance. Even Canaan the Hateful. Ever a-going, ever a-coming...
In these places sojournemus, where Eblinn water... whom inshore breezes woo with freshets, windeth to her broads. A phantom city... bowed and sould... for a price partitional of twenty six and six. By this riverside, on our sunnybank, how buona the vista, by Santa Rosa! A field of May, the very vale of Spring.
2DV: In theses placies sojournamous. By this riverside, on this sunnybank how buona the vista, by Santa Rosa! Afield of May, the very vale of spring.
Orchards here are lodged; sainted lawrels evremberried. You have a hoig view ashwald, a glen of marrons and of thorns. Gleannaulinn, Ardeevin: purty glint of plaising height.
2DV: Orchards here are lodged: sainted laurels evremberried: you have view ashgroves aglen of marrons and of thorns: Gleannaulinn, Ardeevin, purty glint and plaising hoyt.
This Norman court at boundary of the ville, yon creepered tower of a church of Ereland, meet for true saints in worshipful assemblage, with our king's house of stone, belgroved of mulbrey... the ghastcold tombshape of the quick foregone on, the loftleaved elm Lefanunian abovemansioned, each, every, all is for the retrospectioner. Skole! Agus skole igen!
2DV: This Norman court at boundary of the ville, yon ivied tower of a church of Ereland with our king's house of stone, belgroved of mulbrey, all is for the retrospectioner.
Sweetsome auburn, cometh up as a selfreizing flower, that fragolance of the fraisey beds: the phoenix, his pyre, is still flaming away with trueprattight spirit: the wren his nest is niedelig as the turrises of the sabines are televisible.
2DV: Sweet as auburn cometh up as a flower that fragolance of the fraisey beds: the phoenix, his pyre, is still flaming away with true Pratt spirirt: the wren, his nest, is niedlig, as the turrises of the Sabines are televisible.
Here are the cottage and the bungalow for the cobbeler and the brandnewburgher: but Izolde, her chaplet gardens... are... for the blithehaired daughter of Angoisse.
2DV: There is the cottage and the bungalow for the cobbeler and the brandnewburgher but Isolde, her gardens are for the fairhaired daughter of Aengus.
All out of two barreny old perishers... Wone tabard, wine tap and warm tavern and... only two millium two humbered and eighty thausig nine humbered and sixty radiolumin lines to the wustworts of a Finntown's generous poet's office...
2DV: All out of two barreny old perishers and one inn, one tap and one tavern and only two million two hundred and eightythousand nine hundred and sixty lines to the wuestworts of a general poet's office.
The store and charter, Treetown Castle under Lynne... Here we'll dwell on homiest powers, love at the latch with novices nig and nag. The chorus: the principals...
Here... till wranglers for wringwrowdy wready are... and ere commence commencement catalaunic when Aetius check chokewill Attil's gambit... lead us seek, O june of eves the jenniest, thou who fleeest flicklesome the fond fervid frondeur to thickly thyself attach with thine efteased ensuer, ondrawer of our unconscionable, flickerflapper fore our unterdrugged, lead us seek, lote us see, light us find, let us missnot Maidadate, Mimosa Multimimetica, the maymeaminning of maimoomeining!
2DV: Here till wranglers for wringwrowdy wready are and ere commence commencement catalaunic when Aetius' cheek chokewill Attil's gambit, lead us seek, O june of eves the jenniest, thou who fleest ficklesome the fond fervid frondeur to thickly thyselfattach with thine eft eased eschewer, lead us seek, lote us see, light us find, let us missnot maidadate, thou Mimosa Multimimetica, the maymeaminning of mamiemiening.
FDV: Till wranglers for wringawrowdy ready are, and ere commences the commencement lead us seek, O jenny of eves the frivolest, who fleest from the fan but wouldst attach thee to thy thick eschewer.
...Singalingalying. Storiella as she is syung. Whence followeup with endspeaking nots for yestures, plutonically pursuant on briefest glimpse from gladrags, pretty Proserpronette whose slit satchel spilleth peas.
2DV: Singalingalying. Storiella as she is syung. whence followeup with endspeaking nots for yestures plutonically pursuant on any glimpse from gladrags, Pretty Proserpronette whose slit satchel spilleth peas.
FDV: Singalingalying. Storiella as she is syoung. Whence followup with endspeaking nots for yestures whose satchet spilleth peas.
Joyce in 1938 used "Storiella as she is syung" as the title for some extracts of II.2.
Belisha beacon, beckon bright! Usherette, unmesh us! ...So mag this sybilette be our shibboleth that we may syllable her well! ...A one of charmers, ay, Una Unica, charmers, who, under the branches of the elms, in shoes as yet unshent by stoniness, wend, went, will wend a way of honey myrrh and rambler roses... their arms enlocked, (ringrang, the chimes of sex appealing... rung!), all thinking all of it, the It with an itch in it, the All every inch of it, the pleasure each will preen her for, the business each was bred to breed by.
2DV: A one of charmers, yet Una Unica. Charmers who under the branches of the elms, in shoes as yet unshent by stoniness, wend went will wend, a way of fancied blooms and rambler roses, their arms enlocked, all thinking all of it, the It with an itch in it, the All every inch of it the pleasure each will preen her for, the business each was bred to.
FDV: charman, charmante;
who once under the branches of the elms, their shoes as yet unshent by the stoniness of the way, went, arms enlacing, thinking about it, the It with the itch in it, the business we were born for.
Soon jemmijohns will cudgel about some a rhythmatick or other over Browne and Nolan's divisional tables whereas she, of minions' novence charily being cupid... will sit and knit on solfa sofa.
2DV: Soon they will cudgel about some arithamatic or other over Browne and Nolan's divisioning tables, whereas she, of minion's novence charily being cupid, will knit and sit on solfa sofa.
FDV: Soon she will knit while they will cudgel. No arithamathing for her,
Stew of the evening, booksyful stew... But all is her inbourne. Intend. From gramma's grammar she has it that if there is a third person, mascarine, phelinine or nuder, being spoken abad it moods prosodes from a person speaking to her second which is the direct object that has been spoken to, with and at.
2DV: All is her inbourne. From her grandmere of grammires she has it that if there is a third person being spoken abad it moods proceed from a first person speaking to her second which is being spoken at.
Take the dative with his oblative... so spake gramma on the impetus of her imperative, only mind your genderous towards his reflexives such that I was to your grappa... when him was me hedon and mine... his analectual pygmyhop. There is comfortism in the knowledge that often hate on first hearing comes of love by second sight... For you may be as practical as is predicable but you must have the proper sort of accident to meet that kind of a being with a difference... To me or not to me. Satis thy quest on... Jeg suis, vos wore a gentleman, thou arr, I am a quean. Is a game over? The game goes on. Cookcook! Search me... Lumpsome is who lumpsum pays... Though Wonderlawn's lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the leafery, ours is mistery of pain.
2DV: Take the dative with his oblative, said gramma, but mind you're genderous.
You may spin on youthlit's bike and multiplease your Mike and Nike with your kickshoes on the algebrars but... the O of woman is long when burly those two muters sequent her so from Nebob see you never stray who'll nimm you nice and nehm the day.
2DV: You may spin on youthlit's bike to multiplease your Nick and Mike with your kickshose on the algebrars but the O of woman is long if only those two muties sequent her so from Nabob see you never stray who'll nimm you nice and name the day.
FDV: Soon she will knit while they will cudgel. No arithamathing for her, though she'll spin on bike through the missile of the nike with her toots upon the algebrars and that if there is a third person being spoken about it all proceeds from a first person speaking to a second person who is being spoken to. From Nabob let me never stray so nimm me nice + name the day.
One hath just been areading, hath not one, ya, ya... of The O'Brien, The O'Connor, The Mac Loughlin and The Mac Namara... of Sire Jeallyous Seizer... with his duo of druidesses in ready money rompers and the tryonforit of Oxthievious, Lapidous and Malthouse Anthemy. You may fail to see the lie of that layout, Suetonia, but the reflections which recur to me are that so long as beauty life is body love and so bright as Mutua of your mirror holds her candle to your caudle, lone lefthand likeless, sombring Autum of your Spring, reck you not one spirt of anyseed whether trigemelimen cuddle his coddle or nope.
2DV: One hath just been areading, hath not one, of Sire Jellyous Seizer with his duo of druidesses and the tryonforit of Oxthievious, Lapidis and Malthouse Anthony, but so bright as Mutua of your mirror holds her candle to your caudle reek you a spirit of anyseed whether trigemellmen cuddle his coddle or nope.
She'll confess it by her figure and she'll deny it to your face. If you're not ruined by that one she won't do you any whim. And then? What afters it? ...As they warred in their big innings ease now we never shall know. Eat early earthapples. Coax Cobra to chatters. Hail, Heva, we hear! This is the glider that gladdened the girl that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. Wide hiss, we're wizening.
2DV: As they warred in their big innings ease now we never shall know. Eat early earthapples. Coax Cobra to chatters. Hail, Heva, we hear. Wide hiss, we're wizening.
FDV: Eire, Eire, clane cuntrary, where does your girdle grow? Eat early earthapples. Leap the law. Wide hiss, we're wizening.
Hoots fromm, we're globing. Why hidest thou hinder thy husband his name? Leda, Lada, aflutter-afraida, so does your girdle grow! Willed without witting, whorled without aimed... But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets come bats till deeleet.
2DV: Hoots fromm, we're globing. Why hidest thou hinter thy husband his name? Aida, Aida, aflattered, afraida, how does thy girdle grow. Willed without witting world without aimed. But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets, come bats till deeleet.
FDV: Hoots fromm, we're globing. But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets come bats till deeliet.
Dark ages clasp the daisy roots, Stop, if you are a sally of the allies, hot off Minnowaurs and naval actiums, picked engagements and banks of rowers. Please stop if you're a B.C. minding missy, please do. But should you prefer A.D. stepplease. And if you miss with a venture it serves you girly well glad.
2DV: Dark ages clasp the daisy roots. Stop, if you please, a sally of the allies, hot off naval actiums, picked engagements and banks of rowers. Please stop if you're a B.C. minding girl, please do. But should you prefer A.D. stepplease, O do. And if you miss with a venture it serves you girly well glad.
FDV: Dark ages clasp the daisy roots. Stop, if you are a B.C. minding girl 216,
Please step, do please,
should you prefer A.D. stepplease, O do. And if you miss with a venture, serves you glad.
But, holy Janus, I was forgetting the Blitzenkopfs! Here, Hengegst and Horsesauce, take your heads out of that taletub! And leave your hinnyhennyhindyou! It's haunted. The chamber. Of errings... It is distinctly understouttered that, sense you threehandshighs put your twofootlarge timepates in that dead wash of Lough Murph and until such time pace one and the same Messherrn the grinning statesmen, Brock and Leon, have shunted the grumbling coundedtouts, Starlin and Ser Artur Ghinis.
2DV: Here, Hengeggst and Horsesauce, take your heads out of your tub. It is distinctly understood that sence the tide you put your timepates in it Messherrn Broch and Leon have shunted Starlin and ser Artur Ghinis.
FDV: Take your little head out of the tub for me, for me. Tell us all you think you just + we'll tittle you where to tittle a tattle. It is distinctly understod as for we were in our begetting, for now and aye for shall be. [par] Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare: Monica Brooks + Dr Lyons have shunted sterling and Sir Arthur Guiness.
...Like lilt of larks to burdened crocodile, or skittering laubhing at that wheeze of old windbag, Blusterboss, blowharding about all he didn't do... The allriddle of it? That that is allruddy with us, ahead of schedule, which already is plan accomplished from and syne: Daft Dathy of the Five Positions (the death ray stop him!) is still... on the Madderhorn and... daring Dunderhead to shiver his timbers and Hannibal mac Hamiltan the Hegerite.. ministerbuilding up... in Saint Barmabrac's.
2DV: Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare. Daft Dathy is on the Maddeerhorn daring Dunderhead to shiver his timbers, Hannibal MacHamilcar is chasing Kate O'Carthydge around the Capuawalls. Hibrahim minsterbuilding up Saunt Barnabash's.
FDV: ...Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare: Monica Brooks + Dr Lyons have shunted sterling and Sir Arthur Guiness.
Number Thirty two West Eleventh streak looks on to that... datetree doloriferous... with frayed nerves wondering... and for the howmanyeth and howmovingth time at what the demons in that jackhouse that jerry built... they were sliding along and sleeting aloof and scouting around and shooting about.
2DV: Eleven hundred and thirty two is seeing the
and two plies sixteen plus twice femm hondred hug treedivels are wetnessing the
Allwhichwhile or whereaballoons for good vaunty years Dagobert is in Clane's clean hometown prepping up his prepueratory and learning how to put a broad face bronzily out through a broken breached meataerial from Bryan Awlining! Erin's hircohaired culoteer.
2DV: And dagobert, doing his preparatory in Slane, is learning how to Put a broad fecce onto a broken material from Bryan Aulining, Erin's hircohaired culoteer.
FDV: Dagobert went through his preparatory in Slane when he learned how to inside outbreeches from Brian Aulin, the chief culoteer.
Joyce's very first assault on II.2 in 1933 would be barely visible by the published text. Like the Chapelizod/Thom's section above (which he wrote next) it was built using a seemingly uninspired strategy of consecutive notebook notes: [more notes]
FDV: Scribbledehobbles are at their pensums. Trifid tongue and dove without gall to solve dulcarnon's dire dilemma what stumped bold Alexander and drove him to pulfer turnips. But what a world of weariness is theirs.
A-Personal 1 "scribbledehobble"
A-Personal 32 "trifid tongue" (ie, 3-forked) [def]
A-Personal 34 "S P dove without gall"
A-Personal 35 "dulcarnon = 2 horned" (Arabic)
A-Personal 36 "47th prop of Euclid or Alexander's 2 horn heads"
A-Personal 39 "to pulfer turnips"
FDV: For how many guldens would one walk now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after world. Will it make of one a good milker? Will he go away and not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches per day? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt Barney take me home again?
A-Personal 57 "for how much would you walk to Barcola"
A-Personal 59 "good milker"
A-Personal 72 "go away + don't be silly"
A-Personal 82 "smokes a whole box of matches"
A-Personal 84 "Irish colleen in heaven sings Barney, take me home again"
(smoking a box of matches is metonymy, one cigarette per match)
FDV: As long as Una reads serials in a bummeltrain the worst at last at least may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Many + mary Meg. Why ask her sense from what she's read since every annal has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur? And even the remembering a tree is too beautiful for her to listen. Small blame to her then if she shook her shoe off at geography class, doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulove heard round the world.
A-Personal 100 "read serial in tram"
A-Personal 110 "go to meet girl meet other man"
A-Personal 114 "annuals (flowers)"
A-Personal 126-127 "quid vobis videtur? extra omnes"
A-Personal 139 "[Issy] trees too beautiful for her to listen"
A-Personal 144 "[Issy] takes off shoes at ?he dinner"
A-Personal 145 "T's whisper heard in Pekin"
quid vobis videtur? = what do you think? (Vulgate Matthew) [etext]
Joyce expanded this into a 2DV and a much longer 3DV which I've transcribed separately [qv], but he left it out entirely for the transition version of II.2 in 1934, and discarded most of it when finishing the chapter in late 1937. (Rose summarises it as "a description of the interior of the hotel and a short scene involving HCE and ALP".)
this FDV peeks thru the published chapter infrequently: [fw]
And as... way back home in Pacata Auburnia, (untillably holy gammel Eire) one world burrowing on another... Standfest, our topiocal sagon hero, or any otther macotther, signs is on the bellyguds bastille back, bucket up with fullness, ant silvering to her jubilee, birchleaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage full of flesh ant fat as a hen's i' forehead,
3DV: While way back home in Pacata Hibernia, little land, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, our topical hero, signs is on his big bastille back and his white patch, the towelturbaned, and Flower, a silvering for her jubilee with eve's birch leaves for her jointure, our lady in waving, girt with a wraparound, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's in forehead,
2DV: While standfast and flower discusst the past and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums.
A-Personal 178 "[HCE] + {ALP] discuss the past"
A-Personal 180 "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"
A-Personal 241 "one word borrows another"
this sounds rather like the 1926 scheme: "Paschal lambtable [HCE] fights [ALP] (formerly)"
Airyanna ant Blowyhart topsirturvy, that royal pair in their palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat ant Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know ) his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked, have discusst their things of the past, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are heat bent and hard upon.
3DV: Airyanna and Blowybart, that royal pair, in their ofttimes slated house of the hundred bottles, a palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know) discusst the past, his sea arms round her, her eyne ashipwracked, the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are head bent hard upon their pensums.
A-Personal 211 "hungerbrood"
A-Personal 246 "Airyanna + Bluebart"
A-Personal 265 "royal pair"
Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled. Today is well thine but where's may tomorrow be. But, bless his cowly head and press his crankly hat, what a world's woe is each's other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own properer mistakes, the backslapping gladhander, free of his florid future and the other singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars, gale with a blost to him, dove without gall. And she, of the jilldaw's nest who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon. Yet sung of love and the monster man. What's Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough, ough, brieve kindli!
3DV: But, trifid tongue, others woo will and work for because of his cleverism, till his very foes' heads are turned, and, dove without gall, that backslapping gladhander and his singing likeness who lives more in florid future than in the past of bloody altars with her whose mind's a jilldaw's nest since she tears up bethrottle letters she ne'er posed a pen upon when bother her goldfashioned's in such a queer of a mood that she simply can't stand it, a couple and an odd one they strive and in earnest.
A-Personal 155 "Kathleen's mind a jackdaw's nest"
A-Personal 156 "[Maggy] tears up letters"
A-Personal 157 "other's work or woo for T"
A-Personal 169 "backslappe gladhandler"
A-Personal 177 "hair in queer mood"
(Kathleen was Nora's unsophisticated Galway sister.)
Dogs' vespers are anending. Vespertiliabitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke to sate with Becchus. Zumbock! Achevre! Yet wind will be ere fadervor and the hour of fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking out! Gipoo, good oil!
3DV: It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled. Dogs' vespers are at end. Yet wind will be ere fruminy time and the saying of fadervor be come
For (hushmagandy!) long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken and birds Diana with dawnsong hail. Aught darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepeestrilling. At Brannan's on the moor. At Tam Fanagan's weak yat his still's going strang.
3DV: and asterisks answer the most devouted of us until it gets bright and all cocks waken. Flying too are the evenbirds. And, for one superstationer at least, the hearse of the kine shall pass at last before the two birds outbreak in dawn song.
And still here is noctules and can tell things acommon on by that fluffy feeling. Larges loomy wheelhouse to bodgbox lumber up with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep is peace who follow his law, Sunday King. His sevencoloured's soot (Ochone! Ochonal!) and his imponence one heap lumpblock (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnrally, where every feaster's a foster's other, fiannians all.
3DV: What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old king of the sevencoloured sundaysuit must be killed off withsamt his dam and embalmed in honey for dynastic continuity, rivers breaking forth for joy at his funeral!
The wellingbreast, he willing giant, the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity what'll yet meek Mike our diputy mimber when he's head on poll and Peter's burgess and Miss Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning lives yet and will return after great deap sleap rerising and a white night high with a cows of Drommhiem as shower as there's a wet enclouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams tell Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will not say it shall not be, this passing of order and order's coming, but in the herbest country and in the country around Blath as in that city self of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So shuttle the pipers done. Eric aboy! And it's time that all paid tribute to this massive mortiality, the pink of punk perfection as photography in mud. Some may seek to dodge the gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker's got to learn to chew the cud. Allwhichhole scrubs on scroll circuminiuminluminatedhave encuoniams here and improperies there. With a pansy for the pussy in the corner.
Here, page by page, are the recycled bits (omitting L-R-F):
275: chimes... all tolled
275-6: hat, what a world's woe is each's other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own properer mistakes
275: Today is well thine but where's may tomorrow be.
275: velivole
275: bless his cowly head
276: At Brannan's on the moor. At Tam Fanagan's weak yat his still's going strang
276: Dogs' vespers are anending.
276: Yet wind will be ere fadervor and the hour of fruminy... if Nippon have pearls or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking out!
276: long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken and birds Diana with dawnsong hail.
276: hearsemen
276: we keep is peace who follow his law, Sunday King
276: the backslapping gladhander, free of his florid future and the other singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars... dove without gall. And she, of the jilldaw's nest who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon.
277: His sevencoloured's soot
277: rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnrally
277-78: Some may seek to dodge the gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker's got to learn to chew the cud.
Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla! Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear. The rushes by the grey nuns' pond: ah eh oh let me sigh too. Coalmansbell: behoves you handmake of the load. Jenny Wren: pick, peck. Johnny Post: pack, puck. All the world's in want and is writing a letters. A letters from a person to a place about a thing. And all the world's on wish to be carrying a letters. A letters to a king about a treasure from a cat. When men want to write a letters. Ten men, ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a ladder. And den men, dun men, fen men, fun men, hen men, hun men went to raze a leader. Is then any lettersday from many peoples, Daganasanavitch? Empire, your outermost. A posy cord. Plece.
278: The rushes
278: A posy cord.
278: Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear.
278: Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla!
278: Coalmansbell (2DV)
278: grey nuns
280: Pious and pure fair one
281: trifid tongues
281: whispered wilfulness
281: Margaritomancy!
We have wounded our way on foe tris prince till that force in the gill is faint afarred and the face in the treebark feigns afear. This is rainstones ringing. Strangely cult for this ceasing of the yore. But Erigureen is ever. Pot price pon patrilinear plop, if the osseletion of the onkring gives omen nome? Since alls war that end war let sports be leisure and bring and buy fair. Ah ah athclete, blest your bally bathfeet! Towntoquest, fortorest, the hour that hies is hurley. A halt for hearsake. A scene at sight. Or dreamoneire. Which they shall memorise. By her freewritten Hopely for ear that annalykeses if scares for eye that sumns. Is it in the now woodwordings of our sweet plantation where the branchings then will singingsing tomorrows gone and yesters outcome as Satadays aftermoon lex leap smiles on the twelvemonthsminding? Such is. Dear (name of desired subject, A.N.), well, and I go on to. Shlicksher. I and we (tender condolences for happy funeral, one if) so sorry to (mention person suppressed for the moment, F.M.). Well (enquiries after allhealths) how are you (question maggy). A lovely (introduce to domestic circles) pershan of cates. Shrubsher. Those pothooks mostly she hawks from Poppa Vere Foster but these curly mequeues are of Mippa's moulding. Shrubsheruthr. (Wave gently in the ere turning ptover.) Well, mabby (consolation of shopes) to soon air. With best from cinder Christinette if prints chumming, can be when desires Soldi, for asamples, backfronted or, if all, peethrolio or Get my Prize, using her flower or perfume or, if veryveryvery chumming, in otherwards, who she supposed adeal, kissists my exits. Shlicksheruthr. From Auburn chenlemagne. Pious and pure fair one, all has concomitated to this that she shall tread them lifetrees leaves whose silence hitherto has shone as sphere of silver fastalbarnstone, that fount Bandusian shall play liquick music and after odours sigh of musk. Blotsbloshblothe, one dear that was. Sleep in the water, drug at the fire, shake the dust off and dream your one who would give her sidecurls to. Till later Lammas is led in by baith our washwives, a weird of wonder tenebrous as that evil thorngarth, a field of faery blithe as this flowing wild.
Ellmann's translation: Today as in the time of Pliny and Columella the hyacinth disports in Wales, the periwinkle in Illyria, the daisy on the ruins in Numantia and while around them the cities have changed masters and names, while some have ceased to exist, while the civilizations have collided with each other and smashed, their peaceful generations have passed through the ages and have come up to us, fresh and laughing as on the days of battles.
Margaritomancy! Hyacinthinous pervinciveness! Flowers. A cloud. But Bruto and Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues the whispered wilfulness, ('tis demonal!) and shadows shadows multiplicating (il folsoletto nel falsoletto col fazzolotto dal fuzzolezzo), totients quotients, they tackle their quarrel. Sickamoor's so woful sally. Ancient's aerger. And eachway bothwise glory signs. What if she love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan? That's how our oxyggent has gotten ahold of half their world. Moving about in the free of the air and mixing with the ruck. Enten eller, either or.
And!
Nay, rather!
FDV: Margaritomancymaking. The green ray of even it waves to us yonder. And may this sybilette prove our shiboleth for us to syllble it well. [par] And. [par] But rather
With sobs for his job, with tears for his toil, with horror for his squalor but with pep for his perdition, lo, the boor plieth as the laird hireth him.
Boon on begyndelse.
At maturing daily gloryaims!
FDV: sobs for his job, with tears for his toil, horror for his squalor but pep for his perdition (lo the boor plieth as the laird hireth him).
the next section was drafted in 1926, and called 'the triangle', it was published in transition in Feb 1928 (long before the rest of Book Two was even begun) and retitled "The muddest thick that was ever heard dump" for book publication in 1929. Joyce characterised it as "[Shem] coaching [Shaun] how to do Euclid Bk I,1." [L1-242]
the Euclid connection is pretty tight: [etext w/pic]
A flink dab... was frankily at the manual arith sure enough which was the bekase he knowed from his cradle, no bird better, why his fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with... And anyhows always... he weighed the fonder fell he of his null four lovedroyd curdinals... Always would he be reciting of them... up by rota... so as to pin the tenners, thumbs down...
FDV: He was a great dab at manual arith, sure enough, that's why he knew no boy better what his ten fingures were for. Anyhow he was always fond of cardinals. Always would he reciting them by heart so as to know the tenners thumbs down,
cardinal numbers = 1, 2, 3, etc (for counting)
Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims... While on the other hand... sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dice... What signifieth whole that but, be all the prowess of ten, 'tis as strange to relate he, nonparile to rede, rite and reckan, caught allmeals dullmarks for his nucleuds and alegobrew... O them doddhunters and allanights, aabs and baas for agnomes, yees and zees for incognits, bate him up jerrybly!
FDV: ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices. What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up.
...Binomeans to be comprendered. Inexcessible as thy by god ways. The aximones... Equal to = aosch.
FDV: Binomeans to be understood. {par] The aximones. [par] Equal to hsaoc.
McH: aosch = chaos (anagram, ditto hsaoc)
P.t.l.o.a.t.o.
So... comic cuts... always were to be capered in Casey's frost book of, page torn on dirty... and so, by long last... must he to trump adieu... to those cardinhands he a big deal missed... Dear hearts of my counting, would he revoke them, forewheel to packnumbers, and, the time being no help fort, plates to lick one and turn over.
FDV: Ploto. Comic cuts was fond and flirty so always at long last as it would happen had he to bid adeuce to the cardinhands he so liked. It would be then dear hearts of my counting farewell to back numbers + please lick one and turn over to problem.
McH: Please to lick one and turn over (acrostic ptloato)
Joyce had written "p.l.o.t.o." in the upper corner. Hayman shows "Ploto." being revised to "Ploato." at some point, and he shows the first draft "+ please lick one and turn over to problem" as an insertion. So we can reconstruct this sequence:
p.l.o.t.o.
Ploto.
+ please lick one and turn over to problem
Ploato.
He wanted to pun the image of licking a finger to turn a page, and presumably (from what follows) licking either of a female's nether orifices, followed by the other.
Problem ye ferst, construct ann aquilittoral dryankle Probe loom! ...Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph, suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev, expecting the answer guess. Nor was the noer long disappointed for easiest of kisshams, he was made vicewise...
FDV: Construct an equiliteral triangle. Can you do her? Easy as kisshams.
(twenty bucks says there ought to be a period after dryankle?)
First mull a mugfull of mud, son... What the D.V. would I do that for? That's a goosey's ganswer you're for giving me, he is told, what the Deva would you do that for? Now... take your mut for a first beginning... Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam will doob, I guess... And to find a locus for an alp get a howlth on her bayrings as a prisme O and for a second O unbox your compasses. I cain but are you able? Amicably nod. Gu it! So let's seth off betwain us. Prompty? Mux your pistany at a point of the coastmap to be called a but pronounced olfa. There's the isle of Mun, ah! O! Tis just. Bene! Now, whole in applepine odrer
FDV: Take mud. You take your river. Dump it at a given point to be called [alpha] but pronounced olfa. There's mud.
(you'd expect a Greek alpha for "to be called a but pronounced olfa" but it looks like a plain old italic 'a' to me)
(for... Dolph, dean of idlers...
there follows a long Latin passage that McHugh translates: 'Come without delay, ye men of old, while a small piece of second-grade imperial papyrus, concerning those to be born later, is exhibited with more propriety in the Roman tongue of the dead. Let us, seated joyfully on fleshpots and beholding in fact the site of Paris whence such great human progeny is to arise, turn over in our minds that most ancient wisdom of both the priests Giordano and Giambattista: the fact that the whole of the river flows safely, with a clear stream, and that those things which were to have been on the bank would later be in the bed; finally, that everything recognises itself through something opposite and that the stream is embraced by rival banks.'
recurrently often... coached rebelliumtending mikes of his same and over his own choirage at Backlane Univarsity... chanching letters for them vice o'verse... and blending tschemes for em... and devising tingling tailwords too whilest... he druider would smilabit eggways ned, he, to don't say nothing, would, so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, trying to undo with his teeth the knots made by his tongue, retelling humself... funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund thoughts and the thirds the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes, in fine the whole damning letter;
2DV: Now (he'd very frequently coached backward tending boys of the same or over his own age, changing letters for them and blending themes for them and devising witty tailwords whilst he would smile upon and trim his ungles, telling himself a five of funny stories on the sly how first of all and on second thoughts and third is the charm and fourthermore and filthily and oxyton and baroccidents and proper accidence and hepta and hexenshoes;
and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland's leinster... for the twicedhecame time... he converted it's nataves, name saints, young ordnands, maderaheads and old unguished P.T. Publikums... to put off the barcelonas from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and kiss on their bottes (Master!) as often as they came within bloodshot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu, and that same galloroman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of landhavemiseries
2DV: + in point of act after he landed in Ireland for the 2nd time, he converted many of the natives, boys and men, to put off their hats from their old sinful bodies as often as they passed another temple and showed them the way to by instruction and example and, bejove, that same gallic rite is very prevalent down to this windy night
all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawn, all the brile, that was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our... mosshungry people... still hold ford... in the old weights... innovated by him... 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... to steeplechange back... to their ancient flash and crash habits of old Pales time... which... having listed curefully to... his continental's curses... they... let drop... without another ostrovgods word eitherways...
2DV: in what was before that a land of nods in spite of all the blood, all the brains, all the brawn, all the bile, that was shed, that were shot, that was shook all the while for our people have still a great faith in the old ways innovated by him and it is verily believed that not all the liquor that's in the queen's cellar and not all the gold that the Indus contains would ever induce them to go back to their ancient habits which in his response to his curses they let drop without another word too:
and... talking of... missions... of course this has blameall in that medeoturanian world to say to... his privates judgements whenso to put it... Conn the Shaughraun; but to return for a moment from the reptile's age to the coxswain on the first landing... if the pretty Lady Elisabbess, Hotel des Ruines-- ...who after the first compliments med darkist day light, gave him then that vantage of a Blinkensope's cuddlebath at her proper mitts--
2DV: and talking of missions in general-- of course, this has nothing to say to his private tuitions when, so to put it, on the shaughraun-- and to return for a moment to the first landing if the pretty elizabess-- who then gave him the advantage of a good bath at her fair hands--
if she then, the then that matters, --but, seigneur! she could never have forefelt... such a coolcold douche as him... doubling back... to buy her in par jure, il you plait... and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers... on behalf of an oldest ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima and Gemiti...
2DV: if she then but she could never have foreseen him coming back to Erin under another name to buy her back, ay, faith, and the bessies besides, on behalf of an oldestablished firm Lagrimatae and Gemiti;
it must have been, faw! a terrible mavrue mavone...for whowghowho? the poour girl... and short wonder so many of the tomthick and tarry members in all there subsequious ages of our timocracy tipped to console with her at her mirrorable gracewindow'd hut... in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments and that's not the finis of it (would it were!)
2DV: it must have been a terrible grief for whohowhowhow? the poor girl!; and no wonder so many of the men offered to console with her and that's not the last of it either-- would it were!
--but to think of him foundling a nelliza the second, also cliptbuss (the best was still there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, retriever to the last-- escapes my forgetness now was it dustcovered... on lapse or street ondown, through, for or from a foe, by with as on a friend, at the Rectory? Vicarage Road? Bishop's Folly? Papesthorpe? ...and to try to analyse that ambo's pair of braceleans... trying to amarm all of that miching micher's bearded but insensible virility... into her limited... lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends... as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition, were a wrigular writher neonovene babe!
2DV: ...but to think of him finding a second elizabess where he did and how he did-- (I) forget now was it in a street or by accident-- and to think of her trying to get that bearded virility into her limited lap at the same time for towelling purposes as if he were a nine months' babe:
--well, diarmuee and granyou... that is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest... heaven help his hindmost and, mark mo... it agins to pear like it, par my fay, and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green to take warning by the prispast...
2DV: well, dear me and you, if that is what the gentle passion has come to out there heaven help the hindmost and yet it begins to look like if it does indeed and it is no use trying to stop it either or telling human beings to take warning by the past:
and, an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam... what a jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict and of tongues laggin too... not only that but, search lighting... pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis... would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so;
2DV: for, if you could see inside the cerebral saucepan of any one adolescent you would see many convolvuli suggestive of other times + lands, ay and other tongues too and not alone that but, looking far into futurity, your own convolouli would reel to fancy the taking of what stale words were originally found for:
and equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian... it is that, whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you symibellically that... no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul, in half a sylb... the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographically down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of whisth to you sternly how... you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line somewhawre)
2DV: and the best of it is that whereas the pioneer side of the new pupilteacher type will soon begin to tell you that no man has the right to set a boundary to the march of language a second the beast of burden commonsense on other side if not the open confession of its over presumptuous partner is going to tell you you must draw the line somewhere.)
...Given now ann linch you take enn all... Now... we see the copyngink strayedline AL (in Fig., the forest) from being continued, stops ait Lambday: Modder ilond there too... Now, then, take this in! ...With Olaf as centrum and Olaf's lambtail for his spokesman circumscript a cyclone... Hoop! ...O, dear me! ...But, thunder and turf, it's not alover yet! ...The mystery repeats itself todate as our callback mother... used to sing...
FDV: After that you must draw the line somewhere. Given an inch make an ell. Now we see the line [alpha lambda] stops at Lamda. Mudder island there too. Now with Olaf as centre and Olaf's Lambtail as his spokesman cumscribe a circlus. O dear me! But it's not over yet. The mystery repeats itself.
___---___[p]___---___ [p], [a], and [l]
.-- .--. --. are Greek letters
./ .// \\. \. pi, alpha, and
/ / / \ \ \ lambda. Hayman
/ / / \ \ \ sees "P [phi]" at
| / / \ \ | the bottom vertex
| |/ \ | | but it looks to me
| A [a] |------------| [l] L | like Joyce first
| | \ / | | had [pi] at the
| \ \ / / | bottom and P at
\ \ \ / / / the top, then
\ \ \ / / / switched them.
`\ `\\//' P /'
`--___ ___-'`--___ ___--'
--- ---
Now, springing quickenly from the mudland Loosh from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetraturn a somersault. All's fair on all fours, as my instructor unstrict me. Watch! And you'll have the whole inkle... Hop lala! ...O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very nace indeed! And makes us a daintical pair of accomplasses!
FDV: Springing from the mudbank Loosh with Allhim as her end in a view turn a somersault. Hop lala! O dear me! That was very interesting. Very nice in deed!
...Now, as will pressantly be felt, there's tew tricklesome poinds where our twain of doubling bicirculars... dunloop into eath the ocher. Lucihere! I fee where you mea... but for semenal rations I'd likelong... to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there on the batom where Hoddum and Heave, our monsterbilker, balked his bawd of parodies. And let you go... and mick your modest mock Pie out of Humbles up your end...
FDV: There's one point at which the bicycles run into each other. I feel where you mean. We aught to shake pee there and let you go + make a pie at your end.
anus makes 'pie', urethra makes pee [medical]
Are you right there, Michael, are you right? Do you think you can hold on by sitting tight? Well, of course, it's awful angelous. Still I don't feel it's so dangelous. Ay, I'm right here, Nickel, and I'll write... But... it's the muddest thick that was ever heard dump since Eggsmather got smothered in the plap of the pfan.
FDV: Are you right there, Michael, are you right? I'm right here, all right but it's the muddest thing I ever done.
Molly imagines smathering her gynecologist [Penelope]:
asking me if what I did had an offensive odour
what did he want me to do but the one thing
gold maybe
what a question
if I smathered it all over his wrinkly old face for him with all my compriments I suppose hed know then
Now, to compleat anglers... join alfa pea and pull loose by dotties and... eelpie and paleale by trunkles... Like pah, I peh. Innate little bondery. And as plane as a poke stiff. Now, aqua in buccat. I'll make you to see figuratleavely the whome of your eternal geomater...
Arrah, go on! Fin for fun! ...let's have at it! Subtend to me now! Pisk! Outer serpumstances beiug ekewilled, we carefully... lift by her seam hem... the maidsapron of our A.L.P., fearfully! till its nether nadir is vortically where.. its naval's napex will have to beandbe. You must proach near mear for at is dark. Lob. And light your mech. Jeldy! And this is what you'll say. Waaaaaa. Tch! Sluice! Pla!
('beiug' is likely a misreading of 'being'-- Joyce's n's and u's were similar)
FDV: Now join alfa pea and pea loose and eelpie. Like that. I see. Then carefully lift up the muddy apron of our A.L.P. until its apex below is where a navel ought to be. Waaaaaa. Tch!
McH: Watch!
And their, redneck... the living spit of dead waters... discinct and isoplural in its... sixuous parts... midden wedge of the stream's your muddy old triagonal delta... plain for you now, appia lippia pluvaville.. the no niggard spot of her safety vulve, first of all usquiluteral threeingles... the constant of fluxion...
FDV: And there's your first of all equilittoral triangles.
This it is an her. You see her it. Which it whom you see it is her... So post that to your pape and smarket!
...Qued? Mother of us all! O, dear me, look at that now! ...My Lourde! My Lourde! If that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see! ...Quoint a quincidence! ...Who in the name of thunder'd ever belevin you were that bolt? But you're holy mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce.. you blessed simpletop domefool! ...You must lap wandret down the bluishing refluction below. Her trunk's not her brainbox... So he done it. Luck! See her good. Well, well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that's very lovely! ...Vely lovely entilely! ...So analytical plausible! And be the powers of Moll Kelly... it will be a lozenge to me all my lauffe... You know, you were always one of the bright ones... you're the divver's own smart gossoon... so you are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so you will, one of these invernal days but you will be, carrotty!
FDV: O dear me, look at that, now. What a coincidence. But you're looking at the wrong place, you simpleton. You must look at the reflection in the water. O dear me, that's very lovely! Very lovely entirely! You know, you're damn smart, so you are.
Molly's wrong place [Penelope]: "I never came properly till I was what 22 or so it went into the wrong place always"
Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look... mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor... ownconsciously grafficking with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and spirals' wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamilton selves... around the waste of noland's browne jesus... till that on him poorin sweat the juggaleer's veins... in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tamquam taughtropes...
FDV: Whereapool he would look mum in bewonderment of his chipper chubor making cyclopes and trigonies repeat theirselves allover the waste of Brown + Nolan's paper till that on him the juggler veins in his scraw stood out tightropes.
veins in neck = anger; veins in penis = lust
...O He Must Suffer! ...Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would pine for her, how he would patpun fun for all with his frolicky frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso... All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! ...Look at him! ...How diesmal he was lying low on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle...
If you could me lendtill my pascol's kondyl, sahib, and the price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs and merrymoney thanks to self for all the clerricals and again begs guerdon for bistrispissing on your bunificence. Well wiggywiggywagtail, and how are you, yaggy? With a capital Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to dear Picuchet. Blott.Now... watch him, having caught at the bifurking calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike underworp he had ever funnet without difficultads, the aboleshqvick, signing away in happinext complete... intrieatedly in years, jirryalimpaloop. And i Romain, hup u bn gd grl. Unds alws my thts. To fallthere at bare feet hurryaswormarose. Two dies of one rafflement... Outstamp and distribute him at the expanse of his society. To be continued. Anon...
FDV: Intricately yours, jirryalimaloop. I remain to fallthereatyourfeet jimmyinswearmorose.
schwarmerie = excessive enthusiasm (German) [def]
And Kev was wreathed with his pother.
But... after all his autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter like it done for a manny another unpious of the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercystroke he measured his earth anyway? could not but recken in his adder's badder cadder way our frankson who, to be plain, he fight him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince wan's won! Rip! And his countinghands rose.
FDV: Ay. And efter all of his muddlingisms wouldn't a clean stab of the ruler do it quicker, anon would think Frankey who, to be plain, was misocain. Once one is won. And his countingance rose.
McH: the far roots of culture etcetera wouldn't one
philo = love; miso = hate (eg misogyny)
able... cain
Summary by Bill Cadbury
Portrait:
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