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When Joyce sat down in late 1937 to write this last chapter, he knew it had to tie together three vignettes he'd written 14 years earlier: St Kevin, Berkeley and Patrick, and the Revered Letter. And he knew it had to end in the middle of the first sentence, written eleven years before. The added, transitional passages were revised very little before publication in mid-1939-- the FDV (first draft version) is often very close to the final.
Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!
Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrection! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O rally! ...The smog is lofting... Sonne feine, somme feehn avaunt!
McH: sandhi = twilight (Sanskrit via Blavatsky)
FDV: Calling all dawns. Calling all dawns to day. Eirewecker to the whole bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O rally! Sonne feine, somme foehn avaunt!
McH: Sinn Fein, Sinn Fein Amhain = ourselves, ourselves alone
(so the nightsmog was symbolically British rule?)
Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube? Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have fused now orther.
FDV: [identical]
McH: guld modning = gold ripening (Danish)
McH: 'Three years ago I used your soap since when I have used no other' (tramp in 'Punch' cartoon)
Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to dawn. The old breeding bradsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn MacHooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Temoram. Clogan slogan. Quake up, dim dusky, wook doom for husky! ...genghis is ghoon for you.
FDV: Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to down. The old breeding broadsted culminwielth of natures to Foyn MacHooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Temoram. Quake up, dim dusky, wake doom for husky! Genghis is ghoon for you.
McH: the whole bleeding blasted commonwealth of nations
McH: Securus judicat orbis terrarum = the verdict of the world is secure (Latin, Augustine via Newman) [etext]
McH: clogan = bell or clock (Irish)
McH: Move up Mick, Make Room for Dick = note left on grave of Michael Collins in 1922 to warn Richard Mulcahy that he could be assassinated next [cite]
McH: Guinness is good for you (advertising slogan) [FAQ]
A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.
The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh...
FDV: The eversower of the light to owl your sowls that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, lord of risings in the yonderworld, tohp triumphant, speaketh.
McH: Nuahs, Mehs, Pu Nuseht = the sunup, Shem, Shaun (reversed)
Scatter brand to the reneweller of the sky, thou who agnitest! ...A flasch and, rasch, it shall come to pasch, as hearth by hearth leaps live... The spearspid of dawnfire totouches ain the tablestoane ath the centre of the great circle of the macroliths of Helusbelus... So an inedible yellowmeat turns out the invasable blackth... Wisely for us Old Bruton has withdrawn his theory... We seem to understand... how the mudden research... has gone to prove... that while a successive generation has been in the deep deep deeps of Deepereras. Buried hearts. Rest here.
Conk a dook he'll doo. Svap.
FDV: Scatter fire to of the sky. The spearpoint of dawnlight touches the tablestone in the centre of the circle of the macroliths. We understand how recent research has gone to prove that a successive generation has been. Buried hearts. Rest here. Conka dook'll doo.
McH: sir Richard Burton withdrew theory of origin of Nile
McH: 'It's a long long way to Tipperary, but my heart's-- right-- there' (song) [RealAud]
McH: svap = sleep (Sanskrit)
The child, a natural child... wouldbewas kidnapped at an age of recent probably, possibly remoter... behold, he returns... no puler as of old but as of young a palatin... sure, straight, slim, sturdy, serene, synthetical, swift...
FDV: The child, a natural child, was kidnapped at an age of recent probably, possibly remoter: behold, he returns: no puler as of old but of young a paladin: sure, straight, slim, sturdy, serene, synthetical, swift.
St Patrick was kidnapped as a youth [more] and the prankquean kidnapped Tristopher and Hilary in I.1 [qv]
You mean to see we have been hadding a sound night's sleep? You may so. It is just, it is just about to, it is just about to rolywholyover... Why? Because, graced be Gad and all giddy gadgets, in whose words were the beginnings, there are two signs to turn to, the yest and the ist, the wright side and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so an, so farth... Why? It is a sot of a swigswag, systomy dystomy, which everabody you ever anywhere at all doze. Why? Such me.
And howpsadrowsay.
FDV: You mean to see we have been hadding a sound night's sleep. It is just, it is just about to, it is just about to rolywholyover. Why? Because there are two signs to turn to, the yest and the ist, the wright side and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so on, so forth. Why? It's a sot of systemy dystemy, which everybody you ever anywhere at all doze. Why? Such me. And howpsadrowsay.
McH: systole/diastole (heartbeat)
McH: 'search me'
McH: upsy-daisy; how sad to say
Lok! A shaft of shivery in the act, anilancinant. Cold's sleuth! ...Where did thots come from? It is infinitesimally fevers, resty fever, risy fever, a coranto of aria, sleeper awakening, in the smalls of one's back presentiment, gip, and again, geip, a flash from a future of maybe mahamayability through the windr of a wondr in a wildr is a weltr as a wirbl of a warbl is a world.
Tom.
FDV: A shaft of shivery in the act. Cold's slewth! Where did thots come from? It is infinitesimally fevers, resty fever, risy fever, a coranto of aria, sleeper awakening, in the smalls of our back presentiment, gip, and again geip, a flash from a future though the window of wondr is a welts is a world.
McH: God's truth!
McH: corrente d'aria = current of air (Italian for draft)
It is perfect degrees excelsius... You have eaden fruit... You have snakked mid a fish... It was a long, very long, a dark, very dark, an allburt unend, scarce endurable, and we could add mostly quite various and somenwhat stumbletumbling night... Now day, slow day, from delicate to divine, divases. Padma, brighter and sweetster, this flower that bells, it is our hour or risings...
McH: Albert Nyanza = reservoir of Nile
McH: padma = lotus (Sanskrit)
There is something supernoctural about whatever you called him it... Mildew, murk, leak and yarn now want the bad that they lied on. And your last words todate in camparative accoustomology are going to tell stretch of a fancy... where he gets up. Allay for allay, a threat for a throat.
Tim!
FDV: There is something supernoctual about whatever you called it. Mildew, murk, leak and jarn now want the bad that they lied on. And the four last words in camparative accoustomology are going to tell stretch of a fanecy where he gets up. Allay for allay, a threat for a throat. Tim!
McH: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John/ Bless the bed that I lie on (prayer)
McH: An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
To them in Ysat Loka... Upon the thuds trokes truck, chim, it will be exactlyso fewer hours by so many minutes of the ope of the diurn of the sennight of the maaned of the yere of the age of the madamanvantora of Grossguy and Littleylady, our hugibus hugibum and our weewee mother... and their childer and their napirs and their napirs' childers napirs and their chattels and their servance and their cognance and their ilks and their orts and their everythings that is be will was theirs.
FDV: To them in Ysat Loka. Upon the thudr trokes truck, chim, it will be exactly so fewer hours and so many minutes of the aube of the diurn of the sennight of the maaned of the yere of the age of the madamanvanturas of Greatguy and Littlelady and their childer and their chattels and their servance and their cognance and their ilks and their orts and their everythings that is theirs.
Ysat ?= Iseult (cf Chapelizod)
McH: Loka = universe (Sanskrit)
McH: third stroke (cf 'The Sisters') [etext]
McH: sennight = week (archaic)
McH: maaned = month (Danish)
McH: Mahamanvantara = great year (Hindu) (cf Ulysses Proteus) [etext]
Much obliged. Time-o'-Thay! But wherth, O clerk?
FDV: Much obliged, Ti me-o'-Thay! But where, O clerk?
...the old man of the sea and the old woman in the sky if they don't say nothings about it they don't tell us lie, the gist of the pantomime, from cannibal king to the property horse, being, slumply and slopely, to remind us how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every lad and lass in the lane knows. Hence.
McH: Old Man River... he don't say nothin'
Polycarp pool, the pool of Innalavia... the river of lives, the regenerations of the incarnations of the emanations of the apparentations of Funn and Nin in Cleethabala, the kongdomain of the Alieni, an accorsaired race, infester of Libnud Ocean, Moylamore, let it be! ...There an alomdree begins to green... It is scainted to Vitalba. And her little white bloomkins... are hobdoblins' hankypanks...
FDV: Polycarp pool, the pool of Innalavia, the river of lives, the regenerations of Cleethaballa, the kongdomain of the Alieni, an accorsaired race, infester of Libund Ocean, Moylamore, let it be. There an alomdree begins to green. It is scainted to Vitalba. And her little white bloomkins are hobdoblins' hankypanks.
McH: St Polycarp; Anna Livia; Finn and Ann in Baile Atha Cliath; alieni = foreigners (Latin); Libnud = Dublin (anagram); Moyle = sea between Ireland and Scotland; alom = everywhere (Dutch); vitalba = whitebeard (Italian)
There too a slab slobs, immermemorial, the only in all swamp. But so bare, so boulder, brag sagging such a brr bll bmm show that... it owed to have at leased some butchup's upperon... But... this shame rock and that whispy planter tell Paudheen... and his perty Molly Vardant... this place is a proper... so be who would celibrate the holy mystery... A naked yogpriest, clothed of sundust, his oakey doaked with frondest leoves, offrand to the ewon of her owen...
FDV: There too a slab slobs, immemorial. But so bare, so boulder, offering such a brr bll bmm show that, holy smoles, it owed to have at leased some butchup's upperon. And this shame rock and that whispy planter tell Paudheen and his perty Molly Vardant this place is a proper if so be who would say the holy mystery.
bumshow = peepshow
McH: butcher's apron
Hwo! Hwy, dairmaidens? ...Hillsengals, the daughters of the cliffs, responsen... A dweam of dose innocent dirly dirls. Keavn! Keavn! And they all setton voicies about singsing music was Keavn! He. Only he. Ittle he. Ah! The whole clangalied. Oh!
FDV: Who? Hwy! Keavn! Keavn! And they all setton voicies about Keavn!
McH: Klagelied = lamentation (German)
McH: Clann na nGaedheal = US Fenian society
S. Wilhelmina's, S. Gardenia's, S. Phibia's, S. Veslandrua's, S. Clarinda's, S. Immecula's, S. Dolores Delphin's, S. Perlanthroa's, S. Errands Gay's, S. Eddaminiva's, S. Rhodamena's, S. Ruadagara's... S. Bellavistura's, S. Santamonta's, S. Ringsingsund's, S. Heddadin Drade's, S. Glacianivia's, S. Waidafrira's, S. Thomassabbess's and (trema! unloud!! pepet!!!) S. Loellisotoelles!
Prayfulness! Prayfulness!
FDV: S. Wilhelmina's, S. Garda's, S. Phibia's, S. Veslandrua's, S. Clarinda's, S. Immecula's, S. Cabrine's, S. Josetta's, S. Paula's, S. Meekalean Jane's, S. Eddaminiva's, S. Rhodamena's, S. Ruadagara's, S. Bellavistura's, S. Santamonta's, S. Ringsingsund's, S. Heddadin drade's, S. Glacianivia's, S. Waidafrira's, S. Thomassabbess's, and S. Lollisotolles.
McH: Dublin churches by their addresses [mostly]: William st, Gardiner st, Phibsborough, Westland row, Clarendon st, [Immaculate Heart of Mary], Dolphin's Barn, Portland row, Arran quay, [Adam & Eve's], Rathmines, Rathgar, [Visitation], Sandymount, Ringsend, Haddington rd, Glasnevin, [White Friars], Thomas [a Becket], [Laurence O'Toole's]
longshot: moving 'st'-at-end, for street, to front, for saint, is another form of the reversal motif?
The next section depicts saint Kevin awakening in his Glendalough retreat ( -from-women):
The meidinogues have tingued togethering. Ascend out of your bed, cavern of a trunk, and shrine! ...Soros cast, ma brone! You must exterra acquarate to interirigate all the arkypelicans... Milenesia waits. Be smark.
FDV: The meidinogues have tongue togethering. Ascend out of your bed and shrine! Cast soros aside! You must be extera acquarate to inter irrigate all the arkypelicans. Milenesia waits. Be smark!
terra/aqua = land/water (Kevin's circles)
One seekings. Not the lithe slender, not the broad roundish near the lithe slender, not the fairsized fullfeatured to the leeward of the broad roundish but, indeed and inneed, the curling, perfectportioned, flowerfleckled, shapely highhued, delicate features swaying to the windward of the fairsized fullfeatured...
(This is reminiscent of Bloom and Virag pondering Bella's whores!??) [Circe]
What does Coemghen? ...Is his moraltack still his best of weapons? ...It is the voice of Roga. His face is the face of a son. Be thine the silent hall, O Jarama! A virgin, the one, shall mourn thee. Roga's stream is solence... The ass of the O'Dwyer of Greyglens is abrowtobayse afeald in his terroirs of the Potterton's forecoroners...
FDV: What does Coemhghen? It is the voice of Roga. His face is the face of a son. Be thine the silent hall, O Jarama! A virgin, the one, shall mourn thee. Roga's stream is solence. The ass of the O'Dwyer of Greyglens is abrowtobayse afeald of the Potterton's forecoroners.
McH: Coemghen = Kevin (old Irish spelling)
McH: raga = attachment (Sanskrit)
anachronism: in 'It's a Wonderful Life' the evil Bedford Falls is renamed Pottersville
Shaun the gluttonous postman (public persona of Kevin?):
And there... comes the sorter, Mr Hurr Hansen, talking alltheways in himself of his hopes to fall in among a merryfoule of maidens happynghome from the dance... feed up to the noxer with their geese and peeas and oats upon a trencher and the toyms he'd lust in Wooming but with that smeoil like a grace of backoning over his egglips of the sunsoonshine... Bring us this days our maily bag! ...Dutiful wealker for his hydes of march. Haves you the time. Hans ahike? Heard you the crime, senny boy? ...He had not the declaination... but... it mights be anything after darks... Greanteavvents! ...It is a lable iction on the porte of the cuthulic church and summum most atole for it. Where is that blinketey blanketer, that quound of a pealer, the sunt of a hunt whant foxes good men! Where or he, our loved among many?
FDV: And here comes the sorter, Mr. Hansen, feed up to the noxen with their geese and peeas and oats. Dutiful wealker for his hydes of march. Have you the timas, Hans ahike? He had not the declaimation but it might be anything after darks. Grantevvents! It is a lable iction on the porte of the Cuthulic church and summum must atole for it. Where is that blinkety blanketer, that sound of a pealer, the sunt of a hunt what foxes goodmen?
McH: Beautiful weather for the Ides of March
McH: lable iction = libel action
But what does Coemghem, the fostard? ...Ask no more, Jerry mine, Roga's voice! The... cublic hatches endnot open yet for hourly rincers' mess... It is not even yet the engine of the load with haled morries full of crates...
FDV: What does Coemhghen, the fostard? Ask no more, Jerry mine, Roga's voice. The cublic hut are not yet open for hourly rincers mess. It is not eye yet the engine of the load with hald morries full of crates.
McH: public houses; early risers' mass
McH: angel of the lord; hail mary full of grace
The greek Sideral Reulthway, as it havvents, will soon be starting a smooth with its first single hastencraft. Danny buzzers instead of the vialact coloured milk train... with its endless gallaxion of rotatorattlers... Also the waggonwobblers are still yet everdue... Aspect, Shamus Rogua... Inattendance who is who is will play that's what's that to what's that, what.
FDV: The Greek Sidereal Reulthway as it havvents will soon be starting its first danny buzzers instead of the vialact coloured milk train with its endless gallaxian of rotatorattlers. Also the waggowobblers are still yet everdue. Aspect, Shemus Rogua! Inattendante who-is-who will play that's what's that to what's that.
Oyes! Oyeses! Oyesesyeses! ...I yam as I yam...
FDV: Oyes! Oyeses! Oyesesyeses!
Kevin vignette [drafts]
[Kevin legends page]
Of Kevin, of increate God the servant, of the Lord Creator a filial fearer... the miracles, death and life are these...
FDV: Of Kevin, of God the servant, the miracles, death and life are these......
Kevin retreats from life (and women) into the center of many alternating circles of land and water: [fw]
Procreated on the ultimate ysland of Yreland in the encyclical yrish archipelago, come their feast of precreated holy whiteclad angels... voluntarily poor Kevin, having been graunted the praviloge of a priest's postcreated portable altare cum balneo... in celibate matrimony at matin chime arose and westfrom went and came in alb of cloth of gold to our own midmost Glendalough-le-vert by archangelical guidance
FDV: Born on the island of Ireland in the Irish ocean, come his feast of holy angels, Kevin, having been granted the privilege of a priest's portable altare cum bath, came to midmost Glendalough by archangelical guidance
where amiddle of meeting waters of river Yssia and Essia river on this one of eithers lone navigable lake piously Kevin... amidships of his conducible altar super bath, rafted centripetally, diaconal servent of orders hibernian, midway across the subject lake surface to its supreem epicentric lake Ysle, whereof its lake is the ventrifugal principality, whereon by prime, powerful in knowledge, Kevin came to where its centre is among the circumfluent watercourses of Yshgafiena and Yshgafiuna, an enysled lakelet yslanding a lacustrine yslet,
FDV: where amiddle of the river Slaney and the Liffey river on this lone lake piously Kevin amidships of his conducible altar super bath centripetally rafted servant diaconal of orders Hibernian, to its lake isle, whereof its lake is principality, whereon, powerful in knowledge, Kevin came to where its centre is among the circumfluent watercourses of Ishgagrana and Ishgacarrara a lakelet islanding an islet
whereupon with beached raft subdiaconal bath propter altar, with oil extremely anointed, accompanied by prayer, holy Kevin bided till the third morn hour but to build a rubric penitential honeybeehivehut in whose enclosure to live in fortitude, acolyte of cardinal virtues, whereof the arenary floor, most holy Kevin excavated as deep as to the depth of a seventh part of one full fathom,
FDV: whereupon with beached raft subdiaconal bath propter altar, with oil anointed, accompanied by prayer, holy Kevin bided but to build a honey beehivehut wherein to live in fortitude, acolyte of virtues, whereof the floor most holy Kevin excavates as deep as a depth of a seventh of a full fathom
which excavated, venerable Kevin, anchorite, taking counsel, proceded towards the lakeside of the ysletshore whereat seven several times he, eastward genuflecting, in entire ubidience at sextnoon collected gregorian water sevenfold and with ambrosian eucharistic joy of heart as many times receded, carrying that privileged altar unacumque bath,
FDV: which excavated venerable Kevin, taking counsel, proceeds to the lakeside of the isletshore whereat seven several times he fills with Gregorian water and with eucharistic joy of heart recedes carrying the lustral domination contained within his most portable privileged altar unacumque bath
line dropped in error: carrying [the lustral domination contained within that most portable] privileged altar
which severally seven times into the cavity excavated, a lector of water levels, most venerable Kevin, then effused thereby letting there be water where was theretofore dry land, by him so concreated, who now, confirmed a strong and perfect christian, blessed Kevin, exorcised his holy sister water, perpetually chaste, so that, well understanding, she should fill to midheight his tubbathaltar,
FDV: which severally seven times, a lector of water levels, most venerable Kevin effuses into the cavity excavated thereby letting there be water where before there was dry land having created which, confirmed a strong and perfect Christian, blessed Kevin exorcises holy water so that understanding it may fill to midheight his tubbath altar
which hanbathtub, most blessed Kevin, ninthly enthroned, in the concentric centre of the translated water, whereamid, when violet vesper vailed, Saint Kevin, Hydrophilos, having girded his sable cappa magna as high as to his cherubical loins, at solemn compline sat in his sate of wisdom, that handbathtub, whereverafter, recreated doctor insularis of the universal church, keeper of the door of meditation, memory extempore proposing and intellect formally considering, recluse, he meditated continuously with seraphic ardour the primal sacrament of baptism or the regeneration of all man by affusion of water. Yee.
FDV: which handbathtub most blessed Kevin enthrones in the intercentre of the translated water whereamid saint Kevin, having girded his frock to his cherubical loins, solemnly seats himself in his seat of wisdom, that hiptubbath, whereverafter, doctor solitarius, keeper of the door of meditation, he meditates with seraphic ardour the initial sacrament of baptism or the regeneration of man by water.
among many 'inventories' in this vignette are gifts of the holy spirit, celestial and ecclesiastic hierarchies, and sacraments: [more]
GIFTS of HS CELESTIAL HIER. ECCLESIASTIC HIER. SACRAMENTS
1 2 angels A priest's ->
-> archangelical 3 -> ->
piously A -> diaconal orders
-> 4 principality -> ->
-> powerful -> ->
knowledge A -> 5 subdiaconal 6 anointed B
fortitude -> acolyte ->
-> virtues C -> ->
counsel -> D -> eucharistic
-> domination lector E 7 confirmed
-> -> F exorcises ->
understanding 9 G enthrones 8 H -> ->
-> cherubical 10 -> ->
wisdom -> I keeper of the door ->
-> seraphic -> 11 baptismas Kevin's sanctity increases (ie, up the celestial hierarchy), his position in the church (the ecclesiastic hierarchy) becomes more and more humble (cf Portrait) [etext]
Bisships, bevel to rock's rite! Sarver buoy, extinguish! Nuotabene. The rare view from the three Benns... is on the other end... something to right hume about. They were erected in a purvious century... Whether they were franklings by name also has not been fully probed. Their design is a whosold word and the charming details of light in dark are freshed from the feminiairity which breathes content. O ferax cupla! Ah, fairypair!
FDV: Bisships, bevel to rock's right. Server buoy, extinguish! Nuotabene. The rare view from the three Benns is on the other end something to right hume about. They were erected in a purvious century. Whether they were franklings by name also has not been fully probed. Their design is a whosold word and the charming details of light in dark are freshed from the feminiairity which breathes content.
McH: bishop, rook (chess)
McH: three peaks of Ben of Howth
McH: familiarity breeds contempt
McH: O felix culpa = O happy fault (Latin, Augustine)
The first exploder to make his ablations in these parks was indeed that lucky mortal which the monster trial showed on its first day out... He comes out of the soil very well after all... He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there is always something racey about, say, a sailor on a horse... Great sinner, good sonner, is in effect the motto of the MacCowell family.
FDV: The first exploder to make his ablations in these parks was indeed that lucky mortal. He comes out of the soil very well after all. There is always something racy about a sailor on a horse. Great sinner, great sonner, is in fact the motto of the MacCowell family.
The gloved fist... was intraduced into their socerdatal tree before the fourth of the twelfth and it is even a little odd all four horolodgeries still gonging restage Jakob van der Bethel... before cymbaloosing the apostles at every hours of changeover... It is their segnall for old Champelysied to seek the shades of his retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake.
FDV: The gloved hand was introduced into their sacerdotal tree before the fourth of the twelfth and it is even a little odd all four horologeries still gonging sound the apostles at all hours of changeover, the signal for old Champelysed to seeks the shades of his retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear around and tease their partners lovesoftfun at _________ ____.
4th of 12th = 4 December
And it's high tigh tigh. Titley hi ti ti. That my dig pressed in your dag si... I bag your burden. Mees is thees knees... Excutes. Om still so sovvy. Whyle om till ti ti.
Ha!
FDV: And it's high tit titi tittly. My dig pressed in your dag si. I bag your burden! Thees is mees knees. Excutes. Om still so sovvy. Why om till ti ti.
Dayagreening gains in schlimninging. A summerwint springfalls, abated. Hail, regn of durknass, snowly receassing, thund lightening thund, into the dimbelowstard departamenty whitherout... Solsking the Frist (attempted by the admirable Captive Bunting and Loftonant-Cornel Blaire) will processingly show up above Tumplen Bar whereupont he was much jubilated by Boergemester "Dyk" ffogg... looking most plussed with... a clout capped sunbubble anaccanponied from his bequined torse. Up...
FDV: Daysgreening gains in schimninging. A summerwint springfalls, abated. Hail, regn of durknass, snowly receassing, thund lightening thund, into the dimbelowstars departamenty whitherout, Solsking the Frist (attempted by the admirable Captive Bunting and Cornel Blaire) will processingly show up above Tumpless Bar whereupon he was much jubilated by Boergemester "Dyk" Fogg, looking most plussed with a clout capped sunbubble anaccanponied from his bequined torse. Up.
McH: schlimm = evil (German)
McH: reign of darkness, slowly receding
McH: solskin = sunshine (Danish)
McH: big white horse (cf ch1's Museyroom vignette) [qv]
It is a mere mienerism of this vague of visibilities, mark you, as accorded to by moisturologist... because, my dear... there have been disselving forenenst you just the draeper, the two drawpers assisters and the three droopers assessors confraternitisers...
This Mister Ireland? And a live?
Ay, ay. Aye, aye, baas.
FDV: It is a mere mienerism of this vague of visibilities, mark you, as accorded to by moisturology, because my dear, there have been disselving forenenst you just the dreaper, the two drawpers assisters and the three droopers assessors confraternitisers. This Mister Ireland? And a live? Ay, ay. Aye, aye, baas.
McH: BAAS = British Assoc. for the Advancement of Science
The cry of Stena chills the vitals of slumbring off the motther has been pleased into the harms of old salaciters... but the voice of Alina gladdens the cocklyhearted dreamerish for that magic moning with its ching chang chap sugay kaow laow milkee muchee bringing beckerbrose, the brew with the foochoor in it.
FDV: The cry of Stena chills the slumbring off the motther has been pleased into the harms of the her old saliciters. But the voice of ?Alma answers the cocklyhearted dreamerish for that magic moning with its ching chang chap sugay kaow laow milkee muchee bringing beckerbrose, the brew with the foochoor in it.
McH: stena = thief (Sanskrit) = stone (Russian)
McH: placed into the hands of our soliciters
McH: various references to tea (and reading tealeaves)
Sawyest? Nodt? Nyets, I dhink I sawn to remumb or sumbsuch. A kind of a thinglike all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic or some kvind then props an acutebacked quadrangle with aslant off ohahnthenth a wenchyoumaycuddler, lying with her royalirish uppershoes among the theeckleaves.
FDV: Sawyest? Nodt? Nyets, I dhink I sawn to remumb or sumbsuch. A kind of a thing like all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic of somes kvind then props an acutebacked guardangle with aslant off ohanthen a wenchyoumaycuddler lying with her royalirish uppershoes among the theekleaves.
McH: I think I seem to remember somesuch
(various references to symbols for genitals?)
Signs are on of a mere by token that wills still to be becoming upon this there once a here was world. As the dayeleyves unfolden them. In the wake of the blackshape, Nattenden Sorte; whenat, hindled firth and hundled furth, the week of wakes is out and over; as a wick weak woking from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temtem tamtam, the Phoenican wakes.
FDV: Signs are on of a mere by token that wills still to be be coming upon this there once a here was world. As the dayeleyves unfolden them. In the wake of the blackshape Natten den Sorte; whenat hurled forth the week of wakes is out and over; as a wick weak waking from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temtem tamtam, the Phoenican wakes.
McH: for natten den sorte = with the dark coming on (Danish via Ibsen)
Passing. One. We are passing. Two. From sleep we are passing. Three. Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing. Four. Come, hours, be ours!
But still. Ah diar, ah diar! And stay.
FDV: Passing. One. We are passing. Two. From sleep we are passing. Three. Into the wikeawades whorld from sleep we are passing. Come, hours, be ours! But yet. Ah diar, ah diar! And stay!
It was allso agreenable in our sinegear clutchless, touring the no placelike no timelike absolent, mixing up pettyvaughan populose with the magnumoore genstries, lloydhaired mersscenary blookers with boydskinned pigttetails and goochlipped gwendolenes with duffyeyed dolores; like so many unprobables in their poor suit of the improssable. With Mata and after please with Matamaru and after please stop with Matamaruluka and after stop do please with Matamarulukajoni.
FDV: It was allso agreenable in our singear clutchless touring the no place like no timelike absulent, mixing up pettyvaughan people with the magnumoore genstries, lloydhaired mersscenary blot with boydskinned pigthetails and goochlipped gwendolenes with duffyeyed dolores; like so many unprobables in their poor suit of the improssable. With Mata and after please with Matamaru and after please with Matamaruluka and after stop do please with Matamarulukajoni.
McH: gearless, clutchless car
McH: no time like the present
McH: whitehaired missionary blokes (Patrick) with yellowskinned pigtails (Berkeley)
McH: the unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable (Wilde on foxhunts)
And anotherum. Ah ess, dapple ass! He will be longing after the Grogram Grays. And, Weisingchetaoli, he will levellaut ministel Trampleasure be. Sheflower Rosina, younger Sheflower fruit Amaryllis, youngest flowerfruityfrond Sallysill or Sillysall.
FDV: And anotherum. Ah es, dapple ass. He will be longing after the Grogram Grays. And Weisingchetaoli he will be levellaut minstrel Trampleasure be. Sheflower Rosina, younger sheflower fruit Amaryllis, youngest flowerfruity frond Sallysill Sillysall.
McH: minister of transport
acetylsalicylic acid = aspirin
And house with heaven roof occupanters they are continuatingly attraverse of its milletestudinous windows, ricocoursing themselves... inplayn unglish Wynn's Hotel... When the messanger of the risen sun... shall give to every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each happening her houram. The while we, we are waiting, we are waiting for. Hymn.
FDV: And house with heaven roof occupanters they are continuatingly attraverse of its milletestudinous windoors ricocoursing themselves inlayn unglish Wynn's Hotel. When the messanger of the risen sun shall give to every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each happening her hour. The while we are waiting, we are waiting for. Hymn.
Now a conversation about st Patrick's legendary fire, challenging the druids in Ireland:
Muta: Quodestnunc fumusiste volhvuns ex Domoyno?
FDV: Muta: Quodestnunc fumusiste vohlvuns ex Domoyno?
McH: What now is that smoke rolling out of the Lord?
Feb 1935: JAJ to Giorgio [in Italian]: "St Patrick went [to Tara] to confront the druid priests, just like Moses in Egypt. He did every kind of miracle, too. Every fire in Ireland was supposed to be extinguished except the royal fire at Slane, I think. Patrick roused the druids' ire by lighting the Paschal fire. It was Holy Saturday..." (L3-346)
muta = change; juva = youth
Juva: It is Old Head of Kettle puffing off the top of the mornin.
Muta: He odda be thorly well ashamed of himself for smoking before the high host.
Juva: Dies is Dorminus master and commandant illy tonobrass.
Muta: Diminussed aster! An I could peecieve amonkst the gatherings who ever they wolk in process?
Juva: Khubadah! It is the Chrystanthemlander with his porters of bonzos, pompommy plonkyplonk, the ghariwallahs, moveyovering the cabrattlefield of slaine.
FDV: Juva: It is Old Head of Kettle puffing off the top of the mornin.
Muta: He odda be thorly well ashamed of himself for smoking before the high host.
Juva: Dies erit Dorminus master et commandant illy tonobrass.
Muta: An I could peercieve amonkst the gatherings who so ever they wolk in process?
Juva: It is the Chrystanthemlander with his porters of bonzos moveyovering the cabrattlefield of Slaine.
Muta: Pongo da Banza! An I would uscertain in druidful scatterings one piece tall chap he stand one piece same place?
Juva: Bulkily: and he is fundementially theosophagusted over the whorse proceedings.
Muta: Petrificationibus! O horild haraflare! Who his dickhuns now rearrexes from undernearth the memorialorum?
Juva: Beleave filmly, beleave! Fing Fing! King King!
Muta: Ulloverum? Fulgitudo ejus Rhedonum teneat!
Juva: Rolantlossly! Till the tipp of his ziff. And the ubideintia of the savium is our ervics fenicitas.
Muta: Why soly smiles the supremest with such for a leary on his rugular lips?
Juva: Bitchorbotchum! Eebrydime! He has help his crewn on the burkeley buy but he has holf his crown on the Eurasian Generalissimo.
FDV: Muta: An I would uscertain iof druidful scatterings one piece chap he stand one piece place?
Juva: Buckily: and he is fundementally theosophagusted over the whorse proceedings.
Muta: Petrificationibus! Who now rearrexes from undernearth the memorialorum?
Juva: Beleave beleave! Fing Fing! King King!
Muta: Why soly smiles the supremest with such for a leary on his regular lips?
Juva: He has holf his crewn on the burkeley boy but he has holf his crown on the Eurasian Generalissimo.
Muta: Skulkasloot! The twyly velleid is thus then paridicynical?
Juva: Ut vivat volumen sic pereat pouradosus!
Muta: Haven money on stablecert?
Juva: Tempt to wom Outsider!
Muta: Suc? He quoffs. Wutt?
Juva: Sec! Wartar wartar! Wett.
Muta: Ad Piabelle et Purabelle?
Juva: At Winne, Woermann og Sengs.
Muta: So that when we shall have acquired unification we shall pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to diversity we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when we shall have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to the spirit of appeasement?
Juva: By the light of the bright reason which daysends to us from the high.
Muta: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old rubberskin?
Juva: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
Shoot.
FDV: Shoot.
Rhythm and Colour at Park Mooting. Peredos Last in the Grand Natural. Velivision victor. Dubs newstage oldtime turftussle, recalling Winny Willy Widger. Two draws. Heliotrope leads from Harem. Three ties. Jockey the Ropper jerks Jake the Rape. Paddrock and bookley chat.
And here are the details.
FDV: Rhythm and Colour at Park Mating. And here are the details.
Berkeley and Patrick vignette [drafts]
2 Aug 1923: JAJ to HSW "a piece describing the conversion of S. Patrick by Ireland"
20 Aug 1939: JAJ to Budgen "...Much more is intended in the colloquy between Berkeley the arch druid and his pidgin speech, and Patrick the arch priest and his Nippon English. It is also the defence and indictment of the book itself, B's theory of colours, and Patrick's practical solution to the problem. Hence the phrase in the preceding Mutt and Jeff banter 'Dies is Dorminus master' = Deus est Dominus noster plus the day is Lord over sleep, i.e. when it days." (SL397)
Tunc. Bymeby... topside joss pidgin fella Balkelly, archdruid of islish chinchinjoss in the his heptachromatic sevenhued septicoloured roranyellgreenlindigan mantle finish he show along the his mister guest Patholic with alb belongahim... he drink up words... all too many much illusiones through photoprismic velamina of hueful panepiphanal world spectacurum of Lord Joss, the of which zoantholitic furniture, from mineral through vegetal to animal, not appear to full up together fallen man than under but one photoreflection of the several iridals gradationes of solar light, that one which that part of it... had shown itself... unable to absorbere,
FDV: The archdruid then explained the illusion of the colourful world, its furniture, animal, vegetable and mineral, appearing to fallen men under but one reflection of the several iridal gradations of solar light, that one which it had been unable to absorb
Pidgin:
joss = god
joss-house = church
joss-pidgin = religion
joss-pidgin man = clergyman
topside joss-pidgin man = bishop
whereas for numpa one puraduxed seer in seventh degree of wisdom of Entis-Onton he savvy inside true inwardness of reality, the Ding hvad in idself id est, all objects... allside showed themselves in trues coloribus resplendent with sextuple gloria of light actually retained, untisintus, inside them...
FDV: while for the seer beholding reality, the thing as in itself it is, all objects showed themselves in their true colours, resplendent with the sextuple glory of the light actually contained within them.
Rumnant Patholic... no catch all that preachybook... bymeby... topside joss pidginfella Bilkilly-Belkelly say patfella... twotime... with other words... to vision so throughsighty... High Thats Hight Uberking Leary his fiery grassbelonghead all show colour of sorrelwood herbgreen... of the his essixcoloured holmgrewnworsteds costume the his fellow saffron pettikilt look same hue of boiled spinasses... the his golden twobreasttorc look justsamelike curlicabbis... verdant readyrainroof belongahim Exuber High Ober King Leary very dead... spit of superexuberabundancy plenty laurel leaves, after that commander bulopent eyes of Most Highest Ardreetsar King same thing like thyme choppy upon parsley, alongsidethat... enamel Indian gem in maledictive fingerfondler of High High Siresultan Emperor all same like one fellow olive lentil, onthelongsidethat... violaceous warwon contusiones of facebuts of Highup Big Cockywocky Sublissimime Autocrat... tinged uniformly... very like you seecut chowchow of plentymuch sennacassia. Hump cumps Ebblybally! Sukkot?
FDV: To eyes so unsealed King Leary's fiery locks appeared of the colour of sorrel green, His Majesty's saffron kilt of the hue of brewed spinach, the royal golden breasttorc of the tint of curly cabbage, the verdant mantle of the monarch as of the green of laurel boughs, the commanding azure eyes of a thyme and parsley aspect, the enamelled gem of the ruler's ring as a rich lentil, the violet contusions of the prince's feature tinged uniformly as with an infusion of sennacassia.
Apr1923 note: 3.64-65 "Culter of the thing in itself see the grass (r+o+y+b+i+v)"
readyrainroof = umbrella
bulopenn = ornament (pidgin, via blue paint)
Punc. Bigseer, refrects the petty padre... by thiswis aposterioprismically apatstrophied... as My tappropinquish to Me wipenmeselps gnosegates a handcaughtscheaf of synthetic shammyrag to hims hers... saving... the sound sense sympol in a weedwayedwold of the firethere the sun in his halo cast. Onmen...
FDV: Bigseer, refrects the petty padre, by thiswise apatstrophied as he appropinquisher to his gnosegates a handcaughsheaf of shammyrag as the sound sense sympol of the fire that the sun in his halo cast.
Good safe firelamp! hailed the heliots. Goldselforelump! Halled they. Awed. Where thereon the skyfold high, trampatrampatramp. Adie...
FDV: Good safe firelamp! hailed the heliots. Goldselforelump! alled they. Awed. Where thereon the skyfold high trampatrampatramp. Adie.
'Tis gone infarover. So fore now, dayleash... And let every crisscouple be so crosscomplimentary, little eggons, youlk and meelk, in a farbiger pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Gudstruce!
FDV: 'Tis gone in farover. So fore now, dayleash. And let every crisscouple be so crosscomplimentary little eggons, youlk and meek in a farbiger pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Gudstruce!
Yet is no body present here which was not there before. Only is order othered. Nought is nulled. Fuitfiat!
FDV: Yet is no body present which was not there before. Only is the order other. Nought is nulled. Fuitfiat!
...A spathe of calyptrous glume involucrumines the perinanthean Amenta: fungoalgaceous muscafilicial graminopalmular planteon; of increasing, livivorous, feelful thinkamalinks... chlorid cup.
FDV: A spathe of calyptrous glume involucrumines the perinanthean Amenta: fungoalguceous muscafilicial graminapalmular planteon: of increasing, livavid, feelful thinkamalinks; chlorid cup.
Health, chalce, endnessnessessity! Arrive, likkypuggers, in a poke! The folgor of the frightfools is olympically optimominous; there is bound to be a lovleg day for mirrages in the open; Murnane and Aveling are undertoken to berry that ortchert: provided that. You got to make good that breachsuit, seamer. You going to haulm port houlm, toilermaster. You yet must get up to kill (nonparticular). You still stand by and do as hit (private).
FDV: Health, chalce, endnessness! Arrive, lukkypiggers, in a poke! The folgor of the frightfools is olymically optimominous; it is bound to be a lovleg day for mirrages in the open; Murnane and Aveling are undertoken to berr that ortchert; provided that. You got to make good that breach suit, Seamer. You going to haulm port hulme, Toilermaster. You still must get up to kill (nonparticular). You still stand by and do as hit (private).
While for yous, Jasminia Aruna and all your likers, affinitatively must it be by you elected if Monogynes his is or hers Diander, the tubous, limbersome and nectarial. Owned or grazeheifer, ethel or bonding. Mopsus or Gracchus, all your horodities will incessantlament be coming back from the Annone Wishwashwhose, Ormepierre Lodge, Doone of the Drumes, blanches bountifully and nightsend made up, every article lathering leaving several rinsings so as each rinse results with a dapperent rolle, cuffs for meek and chokers for sheek and a kink in the pacts for namby.
FDV: While for yous, Jasminia Aruna and all your likers, affinitatively must it be by you elected if Monogynes his is or hers Diander, the tubous, limbered and nectarial. Owned or grazeheifer, ethel or frankling. Mopsus or Gracchus, all your horoditis will incessantlament be coming back from the great wash, nights end made up, every article entrusted to our care going through several latherings and every lathering leaving several rinsings so as if rinse results in a different role, cuffs for meek and chokers for sheek and a kink in the pacts for namby.
Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is has bane. In mournenslaund. Themes have thimes and habit reburns. To flame in you. Ardor vigor forders order. Since ancient was our living is in possible to be. Delivered as. Caffirs and culls and onceagain overalls, the fittest surviva lives that blued, iorn and storridge can make them. Whichus all claims. Clean. Whenastcleeps. Close. And the mannormillor clipperclappers. Noxt. Doze.
FDV: Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is has bane. In the mournenslaund. Themes have thimes and habit reborns. To flame in you. Ardor vigor forders order. As ancient was our living is in possible to be. Delivered as. Caffirs and culls and onceagain overalls all that blued, iorn and storridge can make them. Whichus all claims. Clean. Whenascleeps. Close. And the mannormillor clipperclappers. Noxt. Dose.
Fennsense, finnsonse, aworn! Tuck upp those wide shorts... Peeps... If you soil may, puett, guett me prives. For newmanmaun set a marge to the merge of unnotions. Innition wons agame.
What has gone? How it ends?
FDV: Fennsense, finnsonse, awarn! Tuck off those wide shorts. Peeps. If you soil may, puett, guett me prives. For newmanmaun set a marge to the merge of in unnotions. Innition wons agame. What has gone? How it ends?
Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
Forget, remember!
FDV: Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with all gestures, in each our word. Forget, remember!
Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of perusiveness? Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism assemblements Eblania's conglomerate horde. By dim delty Deva.
Forget!
FDV: Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of perusiveness? Whyafter what forewheres? A plain liffeyism assemblements Eblania's conglomerate horde. Forget!
Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer... receives through a portal vein the dialytically separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypetpurpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms, catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy of the past, type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward... the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our Finnius the old One... may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloomenos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs...
The Revered Letter vignette [draft]
Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time... Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards at a fine day... it was between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top of the longcar... When he woke up in a sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks... but he daydreamsed we had a lovelyt face for a pulltomine... That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers in the grass, keep off!
FDV: Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add majesty? We have frankly enjoyed more than anything these secret workings of natures (thanks even for it, we humbly pray) and was really so denighted of this lights time. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards at a fine day.
...Whereapon our best again to a hundred and eleven ploose one thousand and one other blessings will now concloose thoose epoostles to your great kindest, well, for all at trouble to took. We are all at home in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake, that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto lovesend so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would pellow his head off to conjure up a, well, particularly mean stinker like funn make called Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of the pork martyrs? Force in giddersh! Tomothy and Lorcan, the bucket Toolers, both are Timsons now they've changed their characticuls during their blackout.
FDV: Whereupon our best thanks to a hundred and eleven ploose one thousand and one other blessings will now conclude thoose epoostles to your great kindest for all at trouble to took. We are all at home for ourselfsake, that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto loves end so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would pellow his head off to conjure up a particularly mean stinkerlike Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of the pork martyrs?
Conan Boyles will pudge the daylives out through him, if they are correctly informed... One must simply laugh. Fing him aging! Good licks! Well, this ought to weke him to make up... The big bad old sprowly all uttering foon! Has now stuffed last podding. His fooneral will sneak pleace by creeps o'clock toosday... Don't forget! The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember. The remains must be removed before eaght hours shorp. With earnestly conceived hopes. So help us to witness to this day to hand in sleep. From of Mayasdaysed most duteoused.
FDV: Conan Boyle will push the daylights out through him, if we are correctly informed. One must simply laugh. Fing him aging! This ought to wake him to makeup. The big old sprowly uttering foon! His fooneral will sneak pleace by creeps o'clock toosday. Don't forget! The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember. The remains must be removed before eight hours shorp. With earnestly conceived hopes. So help us witness to this day, to hand in sleep. Of Mayasdaysed most duteoused.
Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands allieged herewith... How about it? ...Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from the first with native copper locks. Referring to the Married Woman's Improperty Act a correspondent paints out that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her innocenth eyes. O, felicious coolpose! If all the MacCrawls would only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! ...Never mind Micklemans! Chat us instead!
FDV: Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands alleged herewith. How about it? Our shape was much admired from the first. Referring to the Married Woman's Improperty Act a correspondent paints out that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her innocenth eyes. O, felicias coolpote! If all the McCrawls would only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! Never mind Micklemash! Chat me instead!
The cad with the pope's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Just a prinche for tonight! Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepace. The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully... And she had a certain medicine brought her in a licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out! Only look through your leatherbox one day with P.C.Q. about 4.32... for a good allround sympowdhericks purge, full view, to be surprised to see under the grand piano Lily on the sofa (and a lady!) pulling a low and then he'd begin to jump a little bit to find out what goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous bussness by kissing and looking into a mirror.
FDV: The cad with the pipe's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of Mr Snakers and the kissing solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepence. The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. And she had a certain medicine brought to her in a licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out. Only look through your leatherbox with P.C.Q. about 4.32 full view to Lily and a lady very solicitously on the sofa kissing and looking into a mirror.
That we were treated not very grand when the police and everybody is all bowing to us when we go out in all directions...? Item, we never were chained to a chair, and, bitem, no widower whother soever followed us about with a fork on Yankskilling Day. Meet a great civilian (proud lives to him!) who is gentle as a mushroom and a very affectable when he always sits forenenst us for his wet while to all whom it may concern Sully is a thug from all he drunk though he is a rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were herearther to lodge our complaint on sergeant Laraseny in consequence of which in such steps taken his health would be constably broken... by a Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispianity.
FDV: That I was treated not very grand when the police and everybody is all bowing to us. Item, we never were chained to a chair and, bitem, no widower whithersoever followed us about with a fork on Yankskilling day. Meet a great civilian (long lives to him!) who is gentle as a mushroom when he always sits forenenst us for his wet while to all whom it may concern M.G.'s from all he drunk though he is a rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were herewith to lodge our complaint on Sergeant Laraseny who does be with the corner up of Levers Lane on Katheyeen MacFoullane in consequence of which his in such steps taken head would be constably broken by a Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispiamity.
Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by more polite conversation with a huntered persent human over the natural bestness of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb and shag. While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is thanks, beloved, to Adam, our former first Finnlatter and our grocerest churcher... for his beautiful crossmess parzel.
FDV: Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by polite conversation with a huntered per cent human over natural bestness of pleisure after his good few mugs of four ale and shag. While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is thanks, to beloved, to Adam, our first Finnllater, for his beautiful crossmess parzel.
Well, we simply like their demb cheeks... wagging here about around... he being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty damp. Certified reformed peoples... are proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
Alma Luvia, Pollabella...
FDV: Well, we simply like their dumb cheek wagging here around he being that bothered by the fallth of hampty damp. Certified reformed peoples are saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts. It is another he what lives under the himp of holth. The herewaker of our fame name is his real namesame who will get himself up erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, a wee one woos. Alma Livia Poolabella.
Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes in... It is for me goolden wending. Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so long! ...I am leafy, your goolden, so you called me... exsogerraider! You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you too... Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues... And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all...
FDV: Soft morning, city! I am leaffy speafing. Folty and folty they all have falled to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. The woods are fond always. It is for our golden wending. Rise up, you have slept so long! I am Leafy, your golden, so you called me, exaggerator! Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues. I want to see you looking fine for me.
The childher are still fast. There is no school today. Them boys is so contrairy. The Head does be worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake... No peace at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Doddpebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much more dirty clothes to publish... We'll not disturb their sleeping duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the flame is, hear! ...Come! Step out of your shell! Hold up you free fing! Yes. We've light enough. I won't take our laddy's lampern. For them four old windbags of Gustsofairy to be blowing at...
FDV: The childer are still fast. There is no school today. It's Phoenix, dear.
It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me... The trout will be so fine at brookfisht... Are me not truly? Lst! Only but, theres a but, you must buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly... They're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's slooped its line... Come! Give me your great bearspaw, padder avilky, fol a miny tiny... Reach down. A lil mo. So. Draw back your glave. Hot and hairy, hugon, is your hand! Here's where the falskin begins. Smoos as an infams... I'll close me eyes. So not to see. Or see only a youth in his florizel, a boy in innocence, peeling a twig, a child beside a weenywhite steed. The child we all love to place our hope in for ever. All men has done something. Be the time they've come to the weight of old fletch. We'll lave it. So. We will take our walk before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells... For us. Next peaters poll you will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella woman's man will never reduce me... Not such big strides, huddy foddy! ...It is hardly a Knut's mile or seven, possumbotts.
FDV: It is the softest morning that I can ever remember me. The trout will be so nice at brookfest. Am I not truly? Only you must buy me a new girdle too. Come. Give me your great big hand for miny tiny. We will take our walk before they ring the bells. Not such big steps. It is hardly seven mile.
WJ Lawrence on JAJ in 1904: "an odd creature with his strange eyes and long hair, walking along the street with huge strides, seven-league-boot style, with his arms waving constantly" (via Holloway's diary)
It is very good for the health of a morning... A gentle motion all around. As leisure paces... It seems so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away... You will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where I am bringing you? You remember? ...I could lead you there and I still by you in bed... Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan... We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's something tells me. He is a fine sport... His door always open. For a newera's day. Much as your own is... Remember to take off your white hat, ech? When we come in the presence...
FDV: It is very good for health in the morning. It seems so long since. As if you had been long far away. You will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where I am bringing you? You remember? Not a soul but ourselves. We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? He is a fine sport. Remember to lift your white hat, eh?
His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast kertssey too... Saying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise, plaise? He might knight you an Armor... And I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the castles air... We can take or leave... You'll know our way from there surely... We can sit us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm unconsciounce... Ourselves, oursouls alone... And watch would the letter you're wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsnolleges I pecked up me meself Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest crux ever... But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map... When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page when I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but, and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lss. Unbuild and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll cohabit respectable...
I am so exquisitely pleased about the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest, won't you, dowling? ...Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are! ...Howsomendeavour, you done me fine! The only man was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters... You certainly make the most royal of noises. I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show you to every simple storyplace we pass... Change the plates for the next course of murphies! ...But it's by this route he'll come some morrow...
FDV: I am so exquisitely pleased about the lovely dress I have. You will always call me Leafy, won't you? Queer grand old Finn, if I knew who you are! I will tell you all sorts of stories, strange one. About every place we pass by.
It is all so often and still the same to me. Snf? Only turf, wick dear! Clane turf... Why, them's the muchrooms, come up during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes... Steadyon, Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you'll knock. While I'm dodging the dustbins. Look what I found! A lintil pea. And look at here! This cara weeseed. Pretty mites, my sweetthings, was they poorloves abandoned by wholawidey world? ...If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. Why I'm all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their. The fair that wore. All them that's gunne. I'll begin again in a jiffey. The nik of a nad. How glad you'll be I waked you! My! How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn by the vagurin here and then it's gooder. So side by side, turn agate, weddingtown, laud men of Londub! I only hope whole the heavens sees us.
FDV: It is all so often and still the same to me. Look! Your blackbirds! That's for your good luck. How glad you'll be I waked you. My! How well you'll feel. For ever after. First we turn a little here and then it's easy. I only hope the heavens sees us.
For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps... Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong bigtider... Here, weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot... And the fiercest freaky ever followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful of fat... I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful fond to me... There'll be others but non so for me. Yed he never knew we seen us before. Night after night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd stand fornenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of I branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black shadow with a sheeny stare to perce me rawly. And I'd frozen up and pray for thawe. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking Corsergoth... And, by Thorror, you looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart... O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell? Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this baylight's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening up and tightening down.
Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills again... And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist... Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there. Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only. It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, allaniuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird, haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For 'tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe. Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me.
And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the
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