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 ANNA LIVIA PLURABELLE
BY } AMES jo YCE

WITH A PREFACE
BY PADRAIC COL UM

NEW YORK: CROSBY GAIGE: 1928

 COPYRIGHT 1928 CROSBY GAIGE

NO. S..3
Eight hundred copies printed Preface
Distributed in America by Random H ouse
Each copy signed by the author
Typography by Frederic Warde

PRINTED IN THE UN I TED STATES OF AMERICA

 PREFACE
BY

PADRAIC COLUM

./lnna Livia Plurabelle

1s concerned with the flowing of a River.
There have gone into it the things that make
a people's inheritance: landscape, myth, and
history; there have gone into it, too, what is
characteristic of a people : jests and fables . It
is epical in its largeness of meaning and its
multiplicity of interest. And, to my mind,
J ames J oyce's inventions .and discoveries as
an innovator in literary form is more beauti-
fully shown in it than in any other part of his
work.
But although it is epical it is an episode, a
part and not a whole. It makes the conclusion
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of the first part of a work that has not yet been in the days of the thingmote." . . . "O tell
completed. The episode was first published in me about Anna Livia! I want to hear all about
Le Navaired'Argent in September 1925. It was Anna Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes,
expanded and published in 'I'ransition in No- of course, we all know Anna Livia. Tell me
vember 1927. Again expanded, it is here pub- all. Tell me now." So the later prose begins,
lished in its definite form and with a title and at once we are in the water as it bubbles
given it: Anna Livia Plurabelle. and hurries at its source. The first passage
And so, like a river, it has gone on, and ex- gives us the sight of the River, the second
panded, and gathered volume. . . . It is the gives us the River as it is seen and heard and
same River that Stephen Dedalus of '!'be Por- felt. The whole of the episode gives us some-
trait of an Artist as a Young Man looked upon. thing besides the sight and sound and feeling
"In the distance along the course of the slow- of water. . . . There are moments in our life-
flowing Liffey slender masts flecked the 's ky, time when, even although inarticulate, we are
and, more distant still, the dim fabric of the all poets, moments that are probably very
city lay prone in haze. Like a scene on some frequent in childhood, moments when a bird
vague arras, old as man's weariness, the image hopping or. the grass or a bush in blossom is
of the seventh city of Christendom was visible something we could look upon for hours with
to him across the timeless air, no older nor a mind constantly stirred and forming images
more weary nor less patient of subjection than and thoughts that range through the visible
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world, through history, and through the ex- seventh in Christendom, Dublin that was
periences of one's own lifetime. Such moments founded by sea-rovers, Dublin with its wor-
might come to us in any place. They would thies, its sojourners, its odd characters, not as
come most appropriately whilst watching the they are known to the readers of history-
flow of water. It is this range we get in this books, but as they live in the minds of some
episode: over and above the sight and sound dwellers by the Liffey, is in this episode; Dub-
and feeling of water there is in Anna Livia lin, the Ford of Hurdles, the entrance into the
Plurabe/le that range of images and thoughts, plain of Ireland, the city so easily taken, so
those free combinations of words and ideas, uneasily held. And the River itself, less in
that might arise in us, if with a mind inordi- magnitude than the tributary of a tributary
nately full and on a day singularly happy we of one of the important rivers, becomes en-
watched a river and thought upon a river and larged until it includes hundreds of the world's
travelled along a river from its source to its rivers. How many rivers have their names
mouth. woven into the tale of Anna Livia Plurabelle?
But in this episode the mind's range has its More than five hundred, I believe. "She
boundary: the range is never beyond the river thought she'~ sankh neathe the ground with
banks nor away from the city towards which nymphant shame when he gave her the tigris
the river is making its slow-moving, some- eye." In that sentence four of the world's
times hurrying way. Dublin, the city once rivers are mentioned, and the associations we
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have with "nymph" and "underground" give of the actual river. .. . To myself there
us two more river-references. How beautifully comes the recollection of a feeling I had when,
the sentence that goes before it gives the flow as a child, the first time in Dublin I crossed
of water! "She says herself she hardly knows a bridge with an elder of mine beside me. I
whuon the annals her graveller was, a dynast imagine other children's minds would have
of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did been occupied with such thoughts as occupied
or how blyth she played or how, when, why, mine then. The city-who named it? The
where and who offon he jumnpad her. She pavements-who laid them down? The stat-
was just a young thin pale soft shy slim slip ues-what had the men done that they should
of a thing then, sauntering, by silvamoon- claim that men should look upon them now
lake and he was a heavy trudging lurching and that men should have looked upon them
lieabroad of a Curraghman, making his hay in one's father's and one's father's father's
for whose sun to shine on, as tough as the time? The River-who named it? Why that
oaktrees (peats be with them!) used to rustle name and no other? And from what place did
that time down by the dykes of killing Kil- the River come? The mystery of beginnings
dare, for forstfellfoss with a plash across her." filled the mind. And, combining with the
There will be many interpretations of Anna questions that came, there were things that
Livia Plurabelle-as many as the ideas that had to be noted-the elder one walked beside
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city, knowing its lore, being saluted by its some of us remember that there was an act in
inhabitants, the apple one bought and ate a circus called P epper's Ghost, and that there
and the penny one paid for it, the beggar- is an Irish play called 'The White Horse of the
woman on the bridge with her blinded eyes Peppers,-a play in which ancestral acres are
and her doleful voice. . . . I feel in this tale recovered through the speed of a horse.
of Anna Livia Plurabel/e the mystery of be- Through these memories a mythical shape
ginnings as it is felt through, as it combines appears on the banks of the R iver. This local-
with, a hundred stray, significant, trifling ness belongs to James Joyce's innovations: all
things-the mystery of beginnings, and also his innovations are towards giving us what he
the tale of all river-civilizations. writes about in its own atmosphere and with
Its author, the most daring of innovators, its own proper motion. And only those things
has decided to be as local as a hedge-poet. which have been encountered day after day
J ames Joyce writes as if it might be taken for in some definite place can be given with their
granted that his readers know, not only the own atmosphere, their own motion.
city he writes about, but its little shops and Much should be said, and some time much
its little shows, the nick-names that have been will have to be said, about the de-formations
given to its near-great, the cant-phrases that and the re-formations of words in James
have been used on its side-streets. "The ghost- Joyce's later work. Some of these de-forma-
white horse of the Peppers," he writes, and tions and re-formations will not be questioned
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by readers who have an understanding of this passage: the de-formations and the re-
language: they will know that they succeed formations of the words give us the murk of
clearly in giving what the writer wants to the evening. There are other innovations in
give us. the language that are really difficult to ex-
plain. Or, rather, that would require the expo-
Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering
waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice hawk talk. sition of a theory to be properly explanatory.
Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Tom Malone? Let us say that words are always taking on
Can' t hear with hawk of bats, all the liffeying new meanings, that they take on new mean-
waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won't moos. ings more quickly than we realize, and that,
I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or in the case of English, as the language be-
Shem? All Livia's daughtersons. Dark hawks hear
comes more and more wide-spread, the change
us. ight! ight! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy
is being accelerated. Take the word "girl," for
as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who
instance. Contrast the meaning of the word
were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters
of? ight now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! as a mother uses it of her growing child with
Night night! T ell me tale of stem or stone. Beside the meaning it has when Miss Loos talks of
the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters "we girls," and, further, the meaning it has
of. Night! in those score of stories that tell us what "the
Everything that belongs to the dusk and girl" said, and the point of which is that one
the gathering of the clouds of evening is in does not know whether the person who makes

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the remark is very simple-minded or very ex- tree. It is any story that might have been
perienced. And remember that Chaucer, in babbled about anywhere . . . the tale of
one instance, uses the word as meaning a boy. Eve . . . In the uncompleted work it belongs
Remember, too, that in "queen" and "quean" to a section called The Book of Life. It is
the same word has been given opposite mean- emblematical of that work's shifting and
ings; the form of the word that held dignity changing meanings. For the work in its en-
is now losing it as any one knows who has tirety deals with what is nocturnal-with the
listened to talk about "movie-queens." James night-side of our lives, and with no other side.
Joyce treats words as having shifting mean-
ings: he lets us read a score of meanings into
the words he sets down in his later work.
Anna Livia Plurabel/e-two washerwomen
tell her story: as it begins, the evening sun, we
fancy, is d.abbling the water; as it closes, night
is closing in. Voices become remote. Metamor-
phoses comes upon all that has been looked
upon and talked about. The women, when we
look to see them again, have been changed,
one into a stone, and the other into an elm-
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tell me all about
Anna Livia! I want to hear all about Anna
Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes, of
course, we all know Anna Livia. Tell me
all. Tell me now. You'll die when you hear.
Well, you know, when the old cheb went
futt and did what you know. Yes, I know,
go on. Wash quit and don't be dabbling.
Tuck up your sleeves and loosen your talk-
tapes. And don't, butt me-hike!- when
you bend.Or whateveritwas they threed to
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make out he thried to two in the Fiendish and all. But toms will till. I know he well.
park. He's an awful old reppe. Look at the Temp untamed will hist for no man. As
shirt of him! Look at the dirt of it! He has you spring so shall you neap. 0, the
all my water black on me. And it steeping roughty old rappel Minxing marrage and
and stuping since this time last wik. How making loof. Reeve Gootch was right and
many goes is it I wo~der I washed it? I Reeve Drughad was sinistrous ! And the
know by heart the places he likes to saale, cut of him! And the strut of him! How he
duddurty devil! Scorching my hand and used to hold his head as high as a howeth,
starving my famine to make his private the famous eld duke alien, with a hump of
linen public. Wallop it well with your bat- grandeur on him like a walking rat. And
tle and ~lean it. My wrists are rwusty rub- his derry's own drawl and his corksown
bing the mouldaw stains. And the dneepers blather and his doubling stutter and his
of wet and the gangres of sin in it! What gullaway swank. Ask Lictor Hackett or
was it he did a tail at all on Animal Sendai? Lector Reade or Garda Growley or the
And how long was he under loch and Boy with the Billyclub. How elster is he
neagh? It was put in the newses what he a called at all. Qu'appelle? Huges Caput
did, nicies and priers, the King fierceas Earlyfouler? Or where was he born or how
Humphrey, with illysus distilling, exploits was he found? Urgothland, T vistown, on
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the Kattekat? New Hunshire, Concord on and the last of immurables, the quaggy
the Merrimake? Was her banns never waag for stumbling. Who sold you that
loosened in Adam and Eve's or were him jackalantern's tale? Pemmican's pasty pie!
and her but captain spliced. For mine ether In a gabbard he barqued it, the boat of life,
duck I thee drake. And by my wildgaze I from the harbourless lvernikan Okean, till
thee gander. Flowey and Mount on the he spied the loom of his landfall and he
brink of time makes wishes and fears for a loosed two croakers from under his tilt, the
happy isthmass? 0, passmore that and gran Phenician rover. By the smell of her
oxus another! Don Dom Dombdomb and kelp they made the pigeonhouse. Like fun
his wee foll yo! Was his help inshored in the they did! But where was Himself, the timo-
Stork and Pelican against bungelars, flu neer? That marchantman he suivied their
and third risk parties? I heard he dug good scutties right over the wash, his cameleer's
tin with his doll when he raped her home, burnous breezing up on him, till with his
Sa.brine asthore, in a parakeet's cage, by runagate bowmpriss he roade and borst
dredgerous lands and devious delts, play- her bar. Pilcomayo ! Suchcaughtawan ! And
ing catched and mythed with the gleam of the whale's away with the grayling! Tune
her shadda, past auld min's manse, and your pipes and fall ahumming, you born
Maisons Allfou and the rest of incurables ijypt, and you're nothing short of one!
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Well, ptellomey soon and curb your escumo. O, tell me all I want to hear, how loft she
When they saw him shoot swift up her was lift a laddery dextro. A coneywink after
sheba sheath, like any gay lord salomon, the bunting fell. Letting on she didn't care,
her bulls they were ruhring, surfed with the proxenete ! Proxenete and phwhat is
spree. Boyarka buah ! Boyana bueh ! He phthat? Tell us in franca langua. And call a
erned his lille Bunbath hard, our staly spate a spate. Did they never sharee you
bred, the trader. He did. Look at here. In ebro at skol, you antiabecedarian? It's just
this wet of his prow. Don't you know he the same as if I was to go for exam plum now
was kalled a bairn of the brine, Wasser- out of telekinesis and proxenete you. For
bourne the water baby? Havemmarea, so coxytsake and is that what she is? Botlettle
he was. H.C.E. has a codfisck ee. Shyr she's I thought she'd act that loa. Didn't you
nearly as badher as him herself. Who? spot her in her windaug, wubbling up on
Anna Livia? Ay, Anna Livia. Do you know an osiery chair, with a meusic before her all
she was calling backwater sals from all cunniform letters, pretending to ribble a
around to go in till him, her erring cheef, reedy derg on a fiddle she hogans without
and tickle the pontiff aisy-oisy? She was? a band on? Sure she can't fiddan a dee,
Gota pot! Well, that's the limmat! As El with bow or abandon! Srue, she can't!
Negro winced when he wonced in La Plate. Tista suck. Well, I never heard the like of
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that! Tell me moher. Tell me moatst. Well, eygs and droming on loft till the sight of
old Humber was as glommen as grampus, the sternes, after zwarthy kowse and
with the tares at his thor and the buboes weedy broeks and the tits of buddy and
for ages and neither bowman nor shot the loits of pest and to peer was Parish
abroad and bales allbrant on the crests of worth thette mess. You'd think all was
rockies and nera lamp in kitchen or church dodo belonging to him how he durmed
and giant's holes in Grafton's causeway, adranse in durance vaal. H e had been
setting sambre on his benk, drammen and belching for severn years. And there she
drummm, his childlinen scarf to encourage was, Anna Livia, she darent catch a winkle
his obsequies where he'd check their of sleep, purling around like a chit of a
debths in that mormon's thames, be quest- child, in a Lapsummer skirt and damazon
ing and handset, hop, step and a deepend, cheeks, for to ishim bonzour to her dear
with his berths in their toiling moil, his dubber Dan. With neuphraties and sault
swallower open from swolf to fore and the from his maggias. And an odd time she'd
snipes of the gutter pecking his crocs, hun- cook him up blooms of fisk and lay to his
gerstriking all alone and holding doomsdag heartsfoot her meddery eygs and staynish
over hunseself, dreeing his weird, with his beacons on toasc and a cupenhave so
dander up, and his fringe combed over his weeshywashy of Greenland's tay or a
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dzoupgan of Kaffue mokau an sable or Si- of Babbel. What harm if she knew how to
kiang sukry or his ale of ferns in trueart cockle her mouth. And not a mag out of
pewter and a shinkobread for to plaise that Hum no more than out of the mangle
man hog stay his stomicker till her pyrrak- weight. Is that a faith? That's the fact.
nees shrunk to nutmeg graters and as rash Then riding the ricka and roya romanche
as she'd russ with her peakload of vivers up Annona, gebroren aroostokrat Nivia, doch-
on her sieve (his towering rage it swales and ter of Sense and Art, with Sparks' pirry-
rieses) my hardey Hek he'd kast them frame phlickathims funkling her fan, anner
him, with a stour of scorn, as much as to frostivying tresses dasht with virevlies,-
say you sow and you sozh, and if he didn't while the prom beauties sreeked nith their
peg the platteau on her tawe, believe you bearers' skins! - in a period gown of
me, she was safe enough. And then she'd changeable jade that would robe the wood
esk to vistule a hymn, '!'he H eart Bowed of two cardinals' chairs and crush poor
Down or '!'he R akes of M allow or Chelli Cullen and smother MacCabe. 0 blazer-
Michele's La Calumnia eun Vermicelli or skate! Theirs porpor patches! And brahm-
a balfy bit or old 'Jo Robidson. Sucho fuf_ ing to him down the feedchute, with
fing a fifeing 'twould cut you in two! She'd all kinds of fondling endings, the poother
bate the hen that crowed on the turrace rambling off her nose: V uggybarney , W ick-
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erymandy! Hello, ducky, please don't die! pilend roads Sawy, Fundally, Daery or
Do you know what she started cheeping Maery, Milucre, Awny or Graw, usedn't
then, the with a choicey voicey like water- she make her a simp or sign to slip inside
glucks? You'll never guess. Tell me. Tell by the sullyport? You don't say the silly-
me. Phoebe, dearest, tell, 0 tell me and I post? I did. And do. Calling them in one by
loved you better nor you knew. And letting one (To Blockbeddum here! Here the Shoe-
on hoon var daft about the warbly sangs benacaddie !) and legging a jig or so on
from over holmen: High hellskirt saw ladies the sihl to show them how to shake their
hensmoker lilyhung pigger: and soay and benders and the dainty how to bring to
soan and so firth and so forth in a tone i:nind the gladdest garments out of sight
sonora and Oom Bothar below in his sandy and all the way of a maid with a man and
cloak, so umvolosy, as deaf as a yawn, the making a sort of a cackling noise like two
stul t ! Go away! Poor deef, old deary! Y are and a penny or half a crown and holding
only teesing! Anna Liv? As chalk is my up a silliver shiner. Lordy, lordy, did she
judge! And didn't she up in sorgues and so? Well, of all the ones ever I heard!
go and trot doon and stand in her douro, Throwing all the neiss little whores in the
puffing her old dudheen, and every shirvan t world at him! To inny captured wench you
siligirl or wensum farmerette walking the wish of no matter what sex of pleissful
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ways two adda tammar a lizzy a lassie to panion, my frugal key of our larder, my
hug and hab haven in Humpy's apron! much-altered camel's hump, my jointspoiler,
And what was the wyerye rima she my maymoon' s honey, my fool to the last De-
made! Odet! Odet! Tell me the trent of it cemberer, to wake himself out ef his winter's
while I'm lathering hail out of Denis doze and bore me down like he used to.
Florence MacCarthy's combies. Rise it, Is there irwell a lord ef the manor or a
flut ye, pian piena! I'm dying down off my knight of the shire at strike, I wonder, that'd
iodine feet until I lerryn Anna Livia's dip me a pound or two in cash for washing
cushingloo ! I can see that, I see you are. and darning his worshipful socks for him
How does it tummel? Listen now. Are you now we're run out of horsemeat and milk?
listening? Yes, yes! Idneed I am! Tarn Only for my short Brittas bed made is as
your ore ouse. Essonne inne. snug as it smells it's out I'd lep and offwith
By earth and the cloudy but I badly want me to the slobs della 'Tolka or the plage au
a brandnew bankside, bedamp and I do, and Clontarf to f eale the gay aire of my salt
a plumper at that! troublin bay and the race of the saywint up
For the putty affair I have is wore out, so me amhushure.
it is, sitting, yaping and waiting for my old Onan! Onon ! tel me more. Tell me every
Dane hodder dodderer, my life in death com- tiny teign. I want to know every single
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into jagsthole. And why were the vesles she'll shed more and merrier, twills and
vet. Well, now comes the hazel-hatchery trills, sparefours and spoilfives, nordsihkes
part. After Clondalkin the Kings' s Inns. and sudsevers and a yes and neins to a Ii tter.
We'll soon be there with the freshet. How Grandfarthring nap and Messamisery and
many aleveens had she in tool? I can't the knave of all knaves and the joker. Hee-
rightly rede you that. Close only knows. haw !Shemusthave been a gadabount inher
Some say she had three figures to fill and day, so she must, more than most. Shoal
confined herself to a hundred eleven, wan she was, gidgad. She had a flewmen of her
bywanbywan.Olaphlammet,all thatpack? owen. Then a toss nare scared that lass,
We won't have room in the kirkeyaard. She so aimai moe, that's agapo !Tell me, tell me,
can't remember half of the cradlenames how cam she camlin through all her fellows,
she smacked on them by the grace of her the neckar she was, the diveline? Linking
boxing bishop's infallible slipper, the cane one and knocking the next, tapting a flank
for Kund and abbles for Eyolf and ayther and tipting a jutty and palling in and pie-
nayther for Y akov Yea. A hundred and taring out and clyding by on her eastway.
how? They did well to rechristien her Waiwhou was the first thurever burst?
Pluhurabelle. 0 loreley ! What a loddon Someone he was, whuebra they were, in a
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tactic attack or in single combat. Tinker, how, when, why, where and who offon he
tilar, souldrer, salor, Pieman Peace or Po- jumnpadher. She was just a young thin pale
listaman. That's the thing I always want to soft shy slim slip of a thing then, saunter-
know. Push up and push upper and come ing, by silvamoonlake and he was a heavy
to headquarters! Was it waterlows year, trudging lurching lieabroad of a Curragh-
after Grattan or Flood, or when maids man, making his hay for whose sun to
were in Arc or when three stood hosting? shine on, as tough as the oaktrees (peats
Fidaris will find where the Doubt arises be with them!) used to rustle that time
like Nieman from Nirgends found the down by the dykes of killing Kildare, for
Nihil. Worry you sighin foh, Albern, 0 forstfellfoss with a plash across her. She
Anser? Untie the gemman's fistiknots, thought she's sankh neathe the ground
Qvic and Nuancee? She can't put her hand with nymphant shame when he gave
on him for the moment. Tez thelon langlo, her the tigris eye! 0 happy fault! Me
walking weary ! Such a loon way back- wish it was he! You're wrong there, cor-
wards to row! She says herself she hardly ribly wrong! T isn't only tonight you're
knows whuon the annals her graveller was, anacheronistic ! It was ages behind that
a dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or when nullahs were nowhere, in county
what he did or how blyth she played or Wickenlow, garden of Erin, before she ever
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dreamt she'd lave Kilbride and go foaming Then whereabouts in Ow and Ovoca?
under Horsepass bridge with the great Was it yst with wyst or Lucan Yokan
southerwestern windstorming her traces or where the hand of man has never set
and the midland's grainwaster asarch for foot? Dell me where, the fairy ferse time!
her track, to wend her ways byandby, I will if you listen. You know the dinkel
robecca or worse, to spin and to grind, dale of Luggelaw? Well, there once dwelt
to swab and to thrash, for all her golden a local heremite, Michael Arklow was
lifey in the barleyfields and pennylotts his riverend name, (with many a sigh I
of Humphrey's fordofhurdlestown and aspersed his lavabibs !) and one venersderg
lie with a landleaper, wellingtonorseher. m junojuly, oso sweet and so cool and
Alesse, the lagos of girl y days! For the dove so limber she looked, Nance the Nixie,
of thedunas!Wasut? Izod? Are you sarthin Nanon L'Escaut, in the silence, of the
suir? Not where the Finn fits into the sycomores, all listening, the kindling
Mourne, not where the Nore takes lieve of curves you simply can't stop feeling, he
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Blrem, not where the Braye divarts the plunged both of his newly anointed hands
Farer, not where the Moy changez her
minds twixt Cullin and Conn tween Cunn
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saffron strumans of hair, parting them and
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dark and ample like this red bog at sun- aestumation. And steppes on stilts ever
down. By that Vale Vowclose's lucydlac, since. 0, wasn't he the bold priest? And
the reignbeau's heavenarches arranged wasn't she the naughty Livvy? Nautic
arranged her. A froth-dizzying galbs, her Naama's now her navn. Two lads in /,
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enamelled eyes indergoading him on to scoutsch breeches went through her before
the vierge violetian. Wish a wish! Why a that, Barefoot Burn and Wallowme Wade,
why? Mavro! Letty Lerck's lafing light Lugnaquillia's, noblesse picts, before she
throw those laurals now on her daphdaph had a hint of a hair at her fanny to hide or
teasesong petrock. Maass! He cuddle not a bossom to tempt a birch canoedler not to
help himself, thurso that hot on him, he mention a bulgic porterhouse barge. And
had to forget the monk in the man so, ere that again, leada, laida, all unraidy, too
rubbing her up and smoothing her down, faint to buoy the fairiest rider, too frail to
he baised his lippes in smiling mood, kiss flirt with a cygnet's plume, she was licked
akiss after kisokushk (as he warned her by a hound, Chirripa-Chirruta, while poing
never to, never to, never) on Anna-na her pee, pure and simple, on the spur of the
Poghue' s of the freckled forehead. While hill in old Kippure, in birdsong and shear-
you'd parse secheressa she hielt her souff'. ingtime, but first of all, worst of all, the
But she ruz two feet hire in her aisne wiggly livvly, she sideslipped out by a gap
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 in the Devil's glen while Sally her nurse in, go on, go an! I mean about what you
was sound asleep in a sloot and feefee fiefie know. I know right well what you mean.
fell over a spillway before she found her Rother! You'd like the coifs and guimpes,
stride and lay and wriggled in all the stag- snouty, and me to do the greasy jub on old
nant black pools of rainy under a fallow Veronica's wipers. What am I rancing now
coo and she laughed innocefree with her and I'll thank you? Is it a pinny or is it a
\ limbs aloft and a whole drove of maiden surplice? Arran, where's your nose? And
hawthorns blushing and looking askance where's the starch? That's not the vesdre
upon her. benediction smell. I can tell from here by
Drop me the sound of the findhorn's their eau de Colo and the scent of her oder
name. And drip me why in the flenders was they're Mrs Magrath's. And you ought to
she frickled. And trickle me through was have aird them. They've moist come off
she marcellewaved or was it weirdly a wig her. Creases in silk they are, not crampton
she wore. And whitside did they droop lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she has
their glows in their florry, aback to wist or sinned! Through her catchment ring she
affront to sea? In fear to hear the dear so freed them easy, with her hips'hurrahs for
near or longing loth and loathing longing? her knees'dontelleries. The only parr with
Are you in the swim or are you out? 0 go frills in old the plain. So they are, I declare!
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 Welland well! If tomorrow keeps fine who'll Well, after it was put in the Mericy Cor-
come tripping to sightsee? How'll? Ask me dial Mendicants' Sitterdag-Zindeh-Muna-
next what I haven't got! The Belvedarean day W akeschrift (for once they sullied their
exhibitioners. In their sculling caps and white kidloves, chewing cuds after their
oarsclub colours. What hoo, they band! dinners of cheeckin and beggin, with their
And what hoa, they buck! And here is her show us it here and their mind out of that
nubilee letters too. Ellis on quay in scarlet and their when youre quite finished with
thread. Linked for the world on a flush- the reading matarial), even the snee that
coloured field. Annan exe after to show snowdon his hoaring hair had a skunner
they're not Laura Kehoe's. 0, may the against him. Thaw, thaw, sava, savuto!
diabolo twisk your seifety pin! You child Score Her Chuff Exsquire! Everywhere
J of Mammon, Kinsella's Lilith! Now who erriff you went and every bung you arver
has been tearing the leg of her drawers on dropped into, in cit or suburb or in addled
) her? Which leg is it? The one with the bells areas, the Rose and Bottle or Phoenix
on it. Rinse them out and aston along with Tavern or Power's Inn or Jude's Hotel, or
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tinuarration ! You're not there yet. Ga-
ronne, garonne !
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ikom etsched tipside down or the corner- Lilt a bolero, bulling a law! She swore on
boys burning his guy and Morris the Man, croststyx nyne wyndabouts she'd be level
with the role of a royss in his turgos the with all the snags of them yet. Par the Vul-
turrible, (Evropeahahn cheic house, un- nerable Virgins' Mary del Dame! So she
skimmed sooit and yahoort, hamman now said to herself she'd frame a plan to fake a
cheekmee, Ahdahm this way make, Fatima, shine, the mischiefmaker, the like of it you
half turn!) reeling and railing around the niever heard. What plan? Tell me quick
local with oddfellow's triple tiara bushy and dongu so crould ! What the meurther
rotundarinking round his scalp. Like Pate- did she mague? Well, she bergened a bag, a
by-the-Neva or Pete-over-Meer. This is shammy mailbag, off one of her swapsons,
the Hausman all paven and stoned, that Shaun the Post, and then she went and
cribbed the Cabin that never was owned, consulted her chapboucqs, old Mot Moore,
that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg. Casey's Euclid and the Fashion Display
And the mauldrin rabble around him in and made herself tidal to join in the mas-
areopage, fracassing a great bingkan carete. 0 gig goggle of gigguels. I can't tell
cagnan with their timpan crowders. Mind you how! It's too screaming to rizo, rabbit
your Grimmfather. Think of your Ma! it all! Minneha, minnehi minaaehe, min-
Hing the Hong is his jove's hangnomen ! neho ! 0 but you must, you must really!
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Make my hear it gurgle gurgle, like the First she let her hair fall and down it
farest gargle gargle in the dusky dirgle fl.ussed to her feet its teviots winding coils.
dargle. By the holy well of Mulhuddart I Then, mothernaked, she sampood herself
swear I'd pledge my chanza getting to with galawater and fraguant pistania mud,
heaven through Terry and Killy's mount wupper and lauar, from crown to sole. Next
of impiety to hear it all, aviary word. 0, she greased the groove of her keel, warthes
leave me my faculties, woman, a while. If and wears and mole and itcher, with anti-
you don't like my story get out of the punt. · fouling butterscatch and turfentide and
Well, have it your own way, so. Here, sit serpenthyme and with leafmould she
down and do as you're bid. Take my stroke ushered round prunella isles and islets dun
and bend to your bow. Forward in and pull quincecunct allover her little mary. Peeld
your overthepoise ! Lisp it slaney and crisp gold of waxwork her jellybelly and her
it quiet. Deel me longsome. Tongue your grains of incense anguille bronze. And after
time now. Breathe thet deep. Thouat's the that she wove a garland for her hair. She
fairway. Hurry slow and scheldt you go. pleated it. She plaited it. Of meadowgrass
Lynd us your blessed ashes here till I scrub and riverfl.ags, the bulrush and waterweed,
the canon's underpants. Flow now. Ower and of fallen griefs of weeping willow. Then
more. she made her bracelets and her anklets and
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her armlets and a jetty amulet for necklace she wouldn't be half her length away.
of clicking cobbles and pattering pebbles Then, then, as soon as the lump his back
and rumbledown rubble, richmond and was turned, with her mealiebag slang over
rehr, of Irish rhunerhinerstones and shell- her shulder, Anna Livia, oysterface, forth
marble bangles. That done, a dawk of smut of her bassein came.
to her airy ey, Annushka Lutetiavitch Describe her! Hustle along, why can't
Puffiovah, and the lellipos cream to her you? Spitz on the iern while it's hot. I
lippeleens and the pick of the paintbox for wouldn't miss her for irthing on nerthe.
her pommettes, from strawbirry reds to Oceans of Gaud, I mussel hear that!Ogowe
extra violates, and she sent her boudeloire presta ! Leste, before Julia sees her! Ishe-
maids to His Affiuence-Ciliegia Grande karry and washemeskad, the carishy cara-
and Kirschie Real, the two chirsines, with timaney? Whole ladyfair? Duodecimoroon?
respecks from his missus, seepy and sewery, Bon a ventura? M alagassy ? What had she
and a request might she passe of him for a . on, the liddel oud oddity! How much did
minnikin. A call to pay, and light a taper, she scallop, harness and weights! Here she
in Brie-on-Arrosa, back in a sprizzling, The is. Amnisty Ann. Call her calamity elec-
cock striking mine, the stalls bridely sign, trifies man.
there's Zambosy waiting for me. She said No electress at all, but old Moppa Ne-
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cessity, angin mother of injons. I'll tell you The linth of my hough, I say! She wore a
a test. But you must sit still. Will you hold ploughboy's nailstudded clogs, a pair of
your peace and listen well to what I am ploughfields in themselves: a sugarloaf hat
going to say now? It might have been ten with a gaudyquiviry peak and a band of
or twenty to one of the night of Allclose or gorse for an arnoment and a hundred
the nexth of April when the flip of her streamers dancing off it and a guildered pin
hoogly igloo flappered and out toetippit a to pierce it: owlglassy bicycles boggled her
bushman woman, the dearest little moma eyes: and a fishnetzeveil she had to keep
ever you saw, nodding around her, all the sun from spoiling her wrinkles: pota-
smiles, with ems of embarras and aues to torings boucled the loose laubes of her
awe, between two ages, a judyqueen, not laudsnarers: her nude cuba stockings
up to your elb. Quick, look at her cute and were salmospotspeckled: she sported a gal-
saise her quirk for the bicker she lives the ligo shimmy ofhazevaipar tin to that never
slicker she grows. Save us and tagus! No was fast till it ran in the washing: stout
more? Werra where in ourthe did you ever stays, the rivals, lined her length: her
pick a Lambay chop as big as a battering bloodorange bockknickers, a two in one
ram? Ay, you're right. I'm epte to forget- garment, showed natural nigger baggers,
ting, Like Liviam Liddle did Laverne Long. fancy fastened, free to undo: her blackstripe
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tan joseph was sequansewn and tedtlybear- Everyone that saw her said the dowce little
lined, with wavy rushgreen epaulettes and delia looked a bit queer. Lotsy trotsy,mind
a leadown here and there of royal swans- the poddle ! Missus, be good and don't fol
ruff: a brace of gaspers stuck in her hay- in the say! Fenny poor hex she must have
rope garters: her civvy codroy coat with charred. Kickhams a frumpier ever you
alpheubett buttons was boundaried round saw. Making saft mullet's eyes at her boys
with a twobar tunnel belt: a fourpenny bit dobelong. And they crowned her their
in each pocketside weighed her safe from chariton queen, all the maids. Of the may?
the blowaway windrush; she had a clothes- You don't say! Well for her she couldn't
peg tight astride of her joki's nose and she see herself. I recknitz wharfore the darling
kep on grinding a sommething quaint in her murrayed her mirror. She did? Mersey me!
fiumy mouth and the rrreke of the fluve of There was a koros of drouthdropping sur-
the tail of the gawan of her snuffdrab facemen, boomslanging and plugchewing,
siouler' s skirt trailed ffiffty Irish miles be- fruiteyeing and flowerfeeding, in contem-
hind her lungarhodes. plation of the fluctuation and the undifi-
Hellsbells, I'm sorry I missed her! Sweet cation of her filimentation, lolling and leas-
gumptyum and nobody fainted. But in ing on North Lazers' W aal all eelfare week
whelk of her mouths?Was her naze alight? by the Jukar Y oick' s and as soon as they ~
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saw her meander by that marritime way Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne
in her grasswinter's weeds and twigged aringarouma she pattered and swung and
who was under her deaconess bonnet, sidled, dribbling her boulder through nar-
Avondale's fish and Clarence's poison, rowa mosses, the diliskydrear on our drier
says an to aneber, Wit-upon-Crutches to side and the vilde vetchvine agin us, curara
Master Bates: Between our two southsates here careero there, not knowing wich med-
and the granite they're warming, or her face way or weser to strike it, edereider'making
has been lifted or Alp has doped. chattahoochee all to her ain chichiu, like
But what was the game in her mixed Santa Claus at the creeof the pale and puny,
baggyrhatty? And where in thunder did nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her
she plunder? Fore the battle or efter the arms encircling Isolabella, then running
ball? I want to get it frisk from the soorce. with reconciled Romas and Reims, then
I aubette my bearb it's worth while poach- bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with spittle,
ing on. Shake it up, do, do! That's a good with a Christmas box apiece for aisch and
old son of a ditch! I promise. I'll make iveryone of her childer, the birthday gifts
it worth your while. And I don't mean they dreamt they gabe her, the spoiled she
maybe. Not yet with a goodfor. Spey me fleetly laid at our door! On the matt, by
pruth and I'll tale you true. the pourch and inunder the cellar. The
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rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, bann and a barrow to boil his billy for
the pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on Gipsy Lee: a cartridge of cockaleekie soup
to the pyre. And they all about her, youths for Chummy the Guardsman: for sulky
and maidens, rickets and riots, like the Pender's acid nephew deltoid drops, curi-
Smyly boys at their vicereine's levee. Vivi ously strong: a cough and a rattle and
vienne, little Annchen vielo Anna, high wildrose cheeks for poor Piccolina Petite
life! Sing us a sula, 0, susuria! Ausone MacFarlane: a jigsaw puzzle of needles
sidulcis! Hasn't she tambre! chipping her and pins and blankets and shins between
and raising a bit of a chir or a jary every them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn
dive she'd neb in her culdee sacco of wab- Mmarriage: a brazen nose and pigiron ·
bash she raabed and reach out her maundy mittens for Johnny Walker Beg: a papar
meerschaundize, poor souvenir as per flag of the saints and stripes for Kevineen
ricorder and all for sore aringarung, stink- O' Dea: a puffpuff for Pudge Craig and a
ers and heelers, laggards and primelads, nightmarching hare for Techer Tombigby:
her furzeborn sons and dribblederry daugh- waterleg and gumboots each for Bully
ters, a thousand and one of them, and Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan: a prodigal
wickerpotluck for each of them. For evil heart and fatted calves for Buck Jones, the
and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's pride of Clonliffe: a loaf of bread and a
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father's early aim for Tim from Skibereen: appletweed stools for Eva Mobbely: for
a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Bally- Saara Philpot a jordan vale tearorne: a
clee jackeen: a seasick trip on a govern- pretty box of Pettyfib's Powder for Eileen
ment ship for Teague O'Flanagan: a louse Aruna to whiten her teeth and outflash
and trap for Jerry Coyle: slushmincepies Helen Arhone: a whippingtop for Eddy
for Andy Mackenzie: a hairclip and clack- Lawless: for Kitty Coleraine of Butter-
dish for Penceless Peter; that twelve man's Lane a penny wise for her foolish
sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a drowned pitcher: a putty shovel for T erry the
doll, to face downwards for modest Sister Puckaun: a potamus mask for Promoter
Anne Mortimer: altar falls for Blanchisse's Dunne: a niester egg with a twicedated
bed; Wildairs' breeketties for Magpeg shell and a dynamight right for Pavl the
Woppington; to Sue Dot a big eye to Sam Curate; a collera morbous for M ann in
Dash a false step; snakes in clover, picked the Cloack; a starr and girton for Draper
and scotched and a vaticanned v1per- and D eane ; for Will-of-the-Wisp and
catcher's visa for Patsy Presbys: a re1z Barny the Bark two mangolds noble to
every morning for Standfast Dick and a sweeden their bitters; for Oliver Bound
drop every minute for Stumblestone Davy; a way in his frey: for Seumas, thought
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with a Congoswood cross on the back for Rubiconstein: three hundred and sixtysix
Sunny Twimjim: a praises be and spare poplin tyne for revery warp in the weaver's
me days for Brian the Bravo; penteplenty woof for Victor Hugonot: a stiff steaded
of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona rake and good varians muck for Kate the
Lena Magdalena; for Camilla, Dromilla, Cleaner: a hole in the ballad for Hosty:
Ludmilla, Mamilla, a bucket, a packet, a two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppin-
book and a pillow: for Nancy Shannon a ger; tenpounten on the pop for the daul-
Tuami brooch: for Dora Riparia Hope- phins born with five spoiled squibs for
andwater a cooling douche and a warming- Infanta: a letter tolast a lifetime for Maggi
pan: a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally beyond by the ashpit: the heftiest frozen-
Meagher: a hairpin slatepencil for Elsie meat woman from Lusk to Livienbad for
Oram to scratch her toby, doing her best Felim the Ferry: spas and speranza and
with her volgar fractions: an old age pen- symposium's syrup for decayed and blind
sion for Betty Bellezza: a bag of the blues and gouty Gough: a change of naves and
for Funny Fitz: a Missa pro Messa for joys of ills for Armoricus Tristram Amoor
Taff de Taff; Jill, the spoon of a girl, for Saint Lawrence a guillotine shirt for
Jack, the broth of a boy: a Rogerson Reuben Redbreast und hempen suspen-
Crusoe's Friday fast for Caducus Angelus deats for Brennan on the Moor; an oakan-
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knee for Conditor Sawyer and musquodo- and N erone MacPacem and whoever you
boits for Great Tropical Scott; aCa peduncle chance to meet knocking around: and a
for Karmalite Kane: a sunless map of the pig's bladder balloon for Selina Susque-
month, including the sword and stamps hanna Stakelum. But what did she give to
for Shemus O'Shaun the Post: a jackal Pruda Ward and l(atty Kanel and Peggy
with hide for Browne but Nolan: a stone- Quilty and Briery Brosna and Teasy
cold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance: all lock Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Mosel
and no stable for Honorbright Meretrix: and Zusan Camac and Melissa Bradogue
a big drum for Billy Dunboyne: a guilty and Flora Ferns and Fauna Fox-Goodman
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goldeny bellows, below me blow me for and Grettna Greaney and Penelope Ingle-
Ida Ida and a hushaby rocker Elletrouve- san te and Lezba Licking like Leytha Liane 1:
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tou t for Who-is - silvier-Where- is-he?: and Roxana Rohan with Simpatica Sohan
whatever you like to swilly to swash, Yuin- and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La
ness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for Mesme and Philomena O'Farrell and
Festus King and Roaring Peter and Frisky Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and
Shorty and Treacle Tom and 0. B. Behan Snakeshead Lily and Fountainoy Laura
and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy Frances de
and Peter Cloran and O'Delawarr Rossa Sales Macleay? She gave them ilcka
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madre's daughter a moonflower and a to blame for that if I have? Who said you're
bloodvein: but the grapes that ripe to blame for that if you have ? You're a bit
before reason to them that devide the on the sharp side. I'm on the wide. Only
vinedress. So on Izzy, her shamemaid, love snuffers' cornets drifts my way that the
shone befond her tears as from Shem, her cracka dvine chucks out of his cassock,
penmight, life past befoul his prime. with her estheryear's marsh narcissus to
My colonial, wardha bagful! A baker- make him recant his vanitty fair. Foul
een' s dusind with tithe tillies to boot.That's strips of his chinook's bible I do be reading,
what you may call a tale of a tub. All that dodwell disgustered but chickled with
and more under one crinoline envelope if chuckles at the tittles is drawn on the tat tle-
you dare to break the porkbarrel seal. No page. Senior ga dito Faciasi Omo. Omo
wonder they'd run from her pison plague. J u f 6. H o ! H o ! Senior ga dito: Faciasi
Throw us your hudson soap for the honour H idamo! H idamo se ga f acessa! H a! H a !
of Clane. The wee taste the water left. I'll And Die Windermere Dichter and Lefanu
raft it back, first thing in the marne. (Sheridens) Old H ouse by the Coachyard
M erced mulde! Ay, and don't forget the and Mill (J) On Woman with Ditto on the I.
reckitts I lohaned you. You've all the Floss. Ja, a swamp for Altmuehler and a I
swirls your side of the current. Well, am I stone for his flossies. I know how racy they
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move his wheel. My hands are blawcauld clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum
between isker and suda like that piece of sigh. When will they reassemble it? 0, my
pattern chayney there, lying below. Or back, my back, my bach! I'd want to go
where is it? Lying beside the sedge I saw it. to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong ! There's the
Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost it! Aimihi ! Belle for Sexaloitez! And Concepta de
With that turbary water who could see? send-us-pray! Pang!Wring out the clothes!
So near and yet so far! But 0, gihon! I Wring in the dew ! Godavari, vert the
lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure and showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman.
moravar again. Regn onder river. Flies do Will we spread them here now? Ay, we
your float. Thick is the life for mere. will. Flip! Spread on your bank and I'll
Well, you know or don't you kennet or spread mine on mine. Flep! It's what I'm
haven't I told you every telling has a taling doing. Spread! It's churning chill. Der
and that's the he and the she of it. Look, went is rising. I'll lay a few stones on
look, the dusk is growing. My branches the hostel sheets. A man and his bride
lofty are taking root. And my cold cher' s embraced between them. Else I'd have
gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou ! What age is sprinkled and folded them only. And
at? It saon is late. 'Tis endless now since I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's
eye or erewone last saw Waterhouse's suety yet. The strollers will pass it by. Six
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shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to the hurries off Bachelor's Walk. But all that's
fire and this for the code, the convent left to the last of the Meaghers in the loup
napkins twelve, one baby's shawl. Good of the years prefixed and between is one
mother Jossiph knows, she said. Whose kneebuckle and two hooks in the front. Do
head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Whar- you tell me that now? I do in troth. Orara
now are alle her childer, say? In kingdome par Orbe and poor Las Animas! Ussa,
gone or power to come or gloria be to them Ulla, we're umbas all! Mezha, didn't you
farther? Allalivial, allalluvial ! Some here, hear it a deluge of times, ufer and ufer,
more no more, more again lost all a stranger. respund to spond? You deed, you deed!
I've heard tell that same brooch of the I need, I need! It's that irrawaddyng I've
Shannons was married into a family in stoke in my aars. It all but husheth the
Spain. And all the Dunders de Dunnes in lethest sound. Oronoko ! What's your
Markland's Vineland beyond Brendan's trouble? Is that the great Finnleader him-
herring pool takes number nine in yang- self in his joakimono on his statue riding
see's hats. And one of Biddy's beads went the high horse there forehengist? Father of
bobbing till she rounded up lost histereve Otters, it is himself! Y onne there! Isset
with a marigold and a cobbler's candle in that? On Fallareen Common? You're
a side strain of a main drain of a manzina- thinking of Astley's Amphitheayter where

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the bobby restrained you making sugar- cold, a widow like me, for to deck my
stuck pouts to the ghostwhite horse of the tennis champion son, the laundryman with
Peppers. Throw the cobwebs from your · the lavender flannels? You won your
eyes, woman, and spread your washing limpopo limp fron the husky hussars when
proper. It's well I know your sort of slop. Collars and Cuffs was heir to the town and
Flap! Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. Lord your slur gave the stink to Carlow. Holy
help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is Scamander, I sar it again! Near the golden
with me! Your prayers. I sonh t zo ! madam- falls. leis on us! Seints of light! Zezere!
mangu t ! Were you lifting your elbow, tell Subdue your noise, you hamble creature!
us, glazy cheeks, in Conway's Carrigacurra What is it but a blackburry growth or
canteen? Was I what, hobbledyhips? Flop! the dwyergray ass them four old codgers
Your rere gait's creakorheuman bitts your owns. Are you meanam Tarpey and Lyons
butts disagrees. Amn't I up since the damp and Gregory? I meyne now, thank all, the
dawn, marthared mary allacook, with Cor- four of them, and the roar of them, that
rigan's puls~ and varicoarse veins, my pra- draves that stray in the mist and old
maxle smashed, Alice Jane in decline and Johnny Mac Dougal along with them.
my oneeyed mongrel twice run over, soak- Is that the Poolbeg flasher beyant, phar-
ing and bleaching boiler rags, and sweating phar, or a fireboat coasting nyar the
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Kishtna or a glow I behold within a hedge and dotthergills. Gammer and gaffer we're
or my Garry come back from the Indes? all their gangsters. Hadn't he seven dams
Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! to wive him? And every dam had her seven
Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder crutches. And every crutch had its seven
in your eye. We'll meet again, we'll part hues. And each hue had a differing cry.
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you'll find. My chart shines high where the doctor's bill for Joe John. Before! Before!
blue milk's upset. Forgivemequick, I'm He married his markets, cheap by foul, I
going! Bubye! And you, pluck your watch, know, like any Etrurian Catholic Heathen,
forgetmenot. Your evenlode. So save to in their pinky limony creamy birnies and
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jurna's end! My sights are swimming their turkiss indienne mauves. But at
thicker on me by the shadows to this place. milkidmass who was the spouse? Then all
I sow home slowly now by own way, moy- that was was fair. Tys Elvenland? Teems
valley way. Towy I too, rathmine. of times and happy returns. The seim
Ah, but she was.the queer old skeowsha anew. Ordovico or viricordo. Anna was,
anyhow, Anna Livia, trinkettoes. And Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's I, Ii
sure he was the quare old buntz too, Dear thing made southfolk's place but how- r 11.
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Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of and Shaun the living sons or daughters of?
eure sanscreed into oure eryan. Hircus Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm!
Civis Eblanensis! He had buckgoat paps Night night! Tell me tale of stem or stone.
on him, soft ones for orphans. Ho, Lord! Beside the rivering waters of, hitherand-
Twins of his bosom. Lord save us! And ho! thithering waters of. Night!
Hey? What all men. Hot? His tittering
daughters of. Whawk?
Can't hear with the waters of. The
chittering waters of. Flittering bats, field-
mice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone
ahome? What Tom Malone? Can't hear
with bawk of bats, all the liffeying waters
of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won't moos.
I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of
Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughtersons.
, Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho
head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone.
Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were Shem
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