Adam and Janes visit to the seaside

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That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee , shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agin courting all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby , breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone.

This is the Willingdone's hur - old dispitch back. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me Belchum. Damn fairy ann , Voutre. That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee , hee, hee! This is me Belchum in his twelvemile cowchooks, weet , tweet and stampforth foremost, footing the camp for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout.

This is Roo - shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is Canon Futter with the popy nose. After his hundred days' indulgence. This is the blessed. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. This is camelry , this is floodens , this is the solphereens in action, this is their mobbily , this is panickburns. This is Willingdone cry. This is jinnies cry.

This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster - lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip- py trip so airy. For their heart's right there.

This is me Bel- chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in the cool of his canister. This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy - Key -Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies.

Gam - bariste della porca! Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel - lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willing- done. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the hinnessy. This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjy mad for a bombshoob. This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse.

That was the last joke of Willingdone. This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpen help, waggling his tail oscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see - boy. Hney , hney, hney! This is the seeboy, madrashattaras , upjump and pumpim , cry to the Willingdone: This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin. This is the doofor him seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse.

How Copen- hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out. What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month and one windies.

And num - mered quaint lymine.

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And such reasonable weather too! The wa - grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted knolly rock if you can spot fifty I spy four more there's that gnarly bird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, pree alittle, pouralittle, wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle, helf alittle, pelf alittle gnarlybird.

A verytable land of bleak bardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside him. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs. She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom- cracks down the gaels of Thon. Neblas on you liv! Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme- rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. She jist does hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle , a parody's bird , a peri potmother , a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy , with peewee and powwows in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging its pixylighting pacts ' huemeramy bows, picking here, pecking there, pussypussy plunder pussy.

But it's the armitides toonigh , militopucos , and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to pry who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun and all spoiled goods go into her nabsack: How bootifull and how trueto wife of her, when strengly fore- bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti - cals so as to will make us all lordyheirs and ladymaidesses of a pretty nice kettle of fruit.

She is livving in our midst of debt and laffing through all plores for us her birth is uncontrollable , with a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias so sair! Gricks may rise and Troysirs fall there being two sights for ever a picture 12 UP for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life - work leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin?

And we all like a marriedann because she is mer - cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation floote! To puff the blaziness on. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn- him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin.

Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy , fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe , we may take our review of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else- where, by sixes and sevens , like so many heegills and collines , sitton aroont , scent breeched ant somepotreek, in their swish a- wish satins and their taffetaffe tights , playing Wharton's Folly , at a treepurty on the planko in the purk.

Make strake for minnas! By order , Nicholas Proud. We may see and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the berga gambols of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the country- bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's on the lift and Sitric's place's between them.

But all they are all there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like kippers on a griddle , O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this 13 UP sound of Irish sense. Here English might be seen. One sovereign punned to petery pence. The silence speaks the scene.

So This Is Dyoublong? I am sure that tiring chabelshovel - ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening I say, the remains of the outworn grave mure where used to be blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus.

He is only pre - tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed lishener, Fiery Farrelly. It is well known. Lokk for himself and see the old butte new. By the mauso - lime wall. With a grand funferall. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harps dischord shall be theirs for ollaves. And here now they are, the fear of um.

A bulben boss surmounted up- on an alderman. A shoe on a puir old wobban. An auburn mayde , o' brine a' bride , to be desarted. A penn no weightier nor a polepost. So, how idlers ' wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with anaclete play popeye antipop , the leaves of the living in the boke of the deeds, annals of themselves timing the cycles of events grand and national, bring fassil wise to pass how.

Blubby wares upat Ub - lanium. On Baal fire's night of this year after deluge a crone that 14 UP hadde a wickered Kish for to hale dead turves from the bog look - it under the blay of her Kish as she ran for to sothisfeige her cow - rieosity and be me sawl but she found hersell sackvulle of swart goody quickenshoon and small illigant brogues , so rich in sweat. Blurry works at Hurdlesford. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh - bally.

These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas. Primas was a santry man and drilled all decent people. Caddy went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for Dublin. Somewhere, parently , in the ginn andgo gap between antedilu - vious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his scroll. The billy flood rose or an elk charged him or the sultrup world wright from the excelsissimost empyrean bolt , in sum earthspake or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du - ran.

A scribicide then and there is led off under old's code with some fine covered by six marks or ninepins in metalmen for the sake of his labour's dross while it will be only now and again in our rear of o'er era, as an upshoot of military and civil engage- ments, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking that same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his neighbour's safe. Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies with his crook ; young pric - ket by pricket's sister nibbleth on returned viridities ; amaid her rocking grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness ; skyup is of ever- grey.

Thus, too, for donkey's years. Since the bouts of Hebear and Hairyman the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun , 15 UP the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush , townland of twined lights, the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygeyed the mayvalleys of Knock maroon , and, though for rings round them, during a chiliad of perihelygangs , the Formoreans have brittled the too - ath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Fire - bugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevan- ses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City Year!

The babbelers with their thangas vain have been confusium hold them! Menn have thawed , clerks have surssurhummed , the blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry piggy?: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they fell upong one another: And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the field to their shy faun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: Pluck me whilst I blush!

Well may they wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow isn't it the truath I'm tallin ye? Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a parth a lone who the joe biggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid hoagshead , shroonk his plod sfoot.

He hath locktoes, this short- shins , and, Obeold that's pectoral , his mammamuscles most mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun , be it junipery or febrew- ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and 16 UP froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan.

It is evident the mich - indaddy.

Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of slit sucked marrogbones. He can praps posterus the pil - lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on , fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller - day donsk? You spigotty an - glease? Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea- ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.

But you are not jeffmute? Whoat is the mutter with you? I became a stun a stummer. What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! Aput the buttle , surd. The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he. You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Wid wad for a norse like? Somular with a bull on a clomp turf. Mear merge two races, swete and brack. Hither, craching eastuards , they are in surgence: Pride, O pride, thy prize! Herein under lye they. By the fearse wave behoughted. Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin!

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But speak it allso siftly , moulder! The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay. Here is viceking's graab. Ore you astoneaged , jute you? Oye am thonthorstrok , thing mud. Can you rede since We and Thou had it out already its world? It is the same told of all. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale , aloss and again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds walked the earth.

In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en - tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his navel reaching the reredos of Rama sbatham. A terricolous vively - onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch , a celt , an ear share the pourquose of which was to cassay the earth crust at all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht.

Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc , this liffle effingee is for a firefing called a flint forfall. Face at the eased! Face at the waist! When a 19 UP part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an allforabit. Here please to stoop are selveran cued peteet peas of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make the tomtummy's pay roll.

Right rank ragnar rocks and with these rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha , wisha, whydid tha? Thik is for thorn that's thuck in its thoil like thum- fool's thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives , beets , kim - mells, dollies , alfrids , beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets ' eegs O stoop to please! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip - pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats- thats.

Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the same balifuson. Axe on thwacks on thracks , axenwise. One by one place one be three dittoh and one before. Two nursus one make a plaus - ible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boa boa and three - legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight of liberorumqueue to con an we can till allhorrors eve.

What a meanderthalltale to unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and anntisquattor and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be every tim, nick and larry of us, sons of the sod , sons, littlesons , yea and lea little- sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters of Nan! True there was in nillohs dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer in the waste, and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies to let flee.

All was of ancientry.

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You gave me a boot signs on it! I quizzed you a quid with for what? But the world, mind , is, was and will be writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that fall 20 UP under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last milch - camel, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns , has still to moor before the tomb of his cousin charmian where his date is tethered by the palm that's hers. But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them, chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the muttheringpot: For that the rapt one warns is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.

Till ye finally though not yet endlike meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus , Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined may his forehead be darkened with mud who would sunder!

But look what you have in your handself! The movibles are scrawl - ing in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and zingzang for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the strubbely beds. And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb- key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And so cuddy me only wallops have heels.

That one of a wife with folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave and a fammy of levity ; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of what the mischiev miss made a man do. Malmarriedad he was reverso - gassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique. Maye faye , she's la gaye this snaky woman! From that trippiery toe expectungpelick! Veil , volantine , valentine eyes. She's the very besch Winnie blows Nay on good.

Flou inn , flow ann. So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle 21 UP mien, we are in rearing of a norewhig. So weeny beeny- veeny teeny. Hetwis if ee newt. I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle. It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld , when Adam was delvin and his madam een spinning watersilts , when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy to his love- saking eyes and every billy lived alove with every biddy else, and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, laying cold hands on himself.

And his two little jiminies , cousins of ourn , Tristopher and Hilary , were kickaheeling their dummy on the oil cloth flure of his homerigh , castle and earthenhouse. And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece - of-his-in-law, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her wit foreninst the dour. And she lit up and fire - land was ablaze.

And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusi - enne: Mark the Wans , why do I am alook alike a poss of porter - pease? And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour handworded her grace in dootch nossow: So her grace o' malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan - dy westerness she rain , rain, rain.

And Jarl van Hoother war - lessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: And there was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles some- where in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love- spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convor - ted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman.

So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom , she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in her pinafrond , lace at night, at another time. And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. And Jarl von Hoo- ther had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt , shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary and 22 UP the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet , wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher.

And the prank- quean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flack - ering from the hillcombs. And she made her witter before the wicked , saying: Mark the Twy , why do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease? So her madesty aforethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl von Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop. But the prankquean swaradid: And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio.

And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix to touch him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian. So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter , she was back again at Jarl von Hoother's and the Larryhill with her under her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm?

And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantry - box, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs Dare! And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twink - ling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking: Mark the Tris , why do I am alook alike three poss of por- ter pease? But that was how the skirtmishes endupped.

For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles, in his broad ginger hat and his civic chol - lar and his alla buff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his fur- 23 UP framed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen or- angeman in his violet indigonation , to the whole longth of the strongth of his bowman's bill.

And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut up shop , dappy. And the duppy shot the shutter clup Per - kodhus kuru n barg g ruauya g okgorlayo r gromgremmit g hundhu r th- ruma thuna r ad i dill i faititill i bumull un ukkunun! And they all drank free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any girls under shurts. And that was the first peace of illiterative porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world.

How kirssy the tiler made a sweet unclose to the Narwhealian captol.

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Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep the peacewave and van Hoother was to git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis. Ex nicky low malo comes mickelmassed bo - num. Hill, rill , ones in company, billeted , less be proud of.

Breast high and bestride! Only for that these will not breathe upon Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness. Quar - ry silex , Homfrie Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees , Livia No - answa? Wolken cap is on him, frowned ; audiurient , he would evesdrip , were it mous at hand , were it dinn of bottles in the far ear. Murk , his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow.

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She he she ho she ha to la. Hair fluke , if he could bad twig her! Impalpabunt , he abhears. The soundwaves are his buffeteers ; they trompe him with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhaw hawrd and the wave of neverheedthem- horseluggarsandlisteltomine. Landloughed by his neaghboormis- tress and per petrified in his offsprung , sabes and suckers, the moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one whose loab we are devorers of, how butt for his hold halibutt, or her to her pudor puff , the lipalip one whose libe we drink at, how biff for her tiddy wink of a windfall , our breed and washer givers, there would not be a holey spier on the town nor a vestal flout - ing in the dock, nay to make plein avowels , nor a yew nor an eye 24 UP to play cash cash in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a' toole o' tall o' toll and noddy hint to the convaynience.

He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice for the living and he urned his dread , that dragon volant , and he made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain , that mighty liberator, Unfru -Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad he did, our ancestor most worshipful , till he thought of a better one in his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from ears- end to earsend.

And would again could whispring grassies wake him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding , will you whoop for my deading is a? Anam muck an dhoul! Did ye drink me doornail? Now be aisy , good Mr Finnimore , sir. Sure you'd only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary , the North Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's abroad.

Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks ' donkey with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata , or a slut snoring with an impure infant on a bench. And the weather's that mean too. To part from Devlin is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have no grievance. You're better off , sir, where you are, primesigned in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remember- ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls under your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare the varmints and have all you want, pouch , gloves, flask, bricket , kerchief , ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre , in the land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan.

And we'll be coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing 25 UP you presents, won't we, fenians? And it isn't our spittle we'll stint you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes , pennydirts and dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the field. Mieli odories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man , taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive , comb and earwax , the food for glory, mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too light! Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan Lalors piped you overborder and there's whole households be- yond the Bothnians and they calling names after you.

The men - here's always talking of you sitting around on the pig's cheeks under the sacred rooftree , over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow , with a pledge till the drengs , in the Salmon House. And admiring to our super shillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument. All the toethpicks ever Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped from that battery block. If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy.

The game old Gunne , they do be saying, skull! Begog but he was, the G. He's dudd - andgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq but peace to his great limbs, the buddhoch , with the last league long rest of him, while the millioncandled eye of Tuskar sweeps the Moylean Main! There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes and Brettland , no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say.

No, nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn't ring round and hoist high the stone that Liam failed. Who but a Mac- cullaghmore the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the funeral to compass our cause?

If you was hogglebully itself and most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better Your Grace? But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him the journeyall Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. So may the priest of seven worms and scalding tayboil , Papa Vestray , come never anear you as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey that's in Heaven! Hep, hep , hurrah there!

Seven times thereto we salute you! The whole bag of kits , falconplumes and jackboots incloted , is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copri - capron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the region of sahuls. And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck tick's swell. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks , babe! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid , Totumcalmum , saith: I know thee, metherjar , I know thee, sal - vation boat.

For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama - nation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors and of the grammarians of Christpatrick's ordered concerning thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing. Howe of the ship - men, steep wall! Everything's going on the same or so it appeals to all of us, in the old holmsted here. Coughings all over the sanctuary , bad scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for breakfast , one o'gong for lunch and dinnerchime.

As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same shop slop in the window. Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. Coal's short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again, begrained to it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir, spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by mudapplication. No isn't it, roman pathoricks? You were the doublejoynted janitor the morning they were delivered and you'll be a grandfer yet entirely when the ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows. Kevin's just a doat with his cherub cheek, chalking oghres on walls, and his little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of knicks , playing postman's knock round the diggings and if the seep were milk you could lieve his olde by his ide but, laus sake, the devil does be in that knirps of a Jerry sometimes, the tarandtan plaidboy , making encostive inkum out of the last of his lavings and writing a blue streak over his bourseday shirt.

Hetty Jane's a child of Mary. She'll be coming for they're sure to choose her in her white of gold with a tourch of ivy to rekindle the flame on Felix Day. But Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. You remember Essie in our Luna's Convent? They called her Holly Merry her lips were so ruddyberry and Pia de Purebelle when the redminers riots was on about her. Were I a clerk designate to the Williams - woodsmenufactors I'd poster those pouters on every jamb in the town. She's making her rep at Lanner's twicenightly. With the tabarine tamtammers of the whirligig magees.

Beats that cachucha flat.

Unnatural Causes

Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and repose your honour's lordship! Hold him here, Ezekiel Irons , and may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's spoor - ing. Dimitrius O'Flagonan , cork that cure for the Clancartys! You swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy.

Fetch neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther angst of Wramawitch! Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! I've an eye on queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust me. She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir postcards to help to build me murial , tippers! I'll trip your traps! Assure a sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you. Did or didn't we, sharestutterers? So you won't be up a stump entirely. Nor shed your remnants. The sternwheel's crawling strong.

I 28 UP seen your missus in the hall. Arrah , it's herself that's fine, too, don't be talking! You storyan Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy good trout. Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her only her lex's salig. Boald Tib does be yawning and smirking cat's hours on the Pollockses ' woolly round tabouret cushion watch- ing her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to her last. Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement , decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's allavalonche that blows nopussy food. If you only were there to explain the mean- ing, best of men, and talk to her nice of gulden selver.

The lips would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Fin - drinny Fair. What with reins here and ribbons there all your hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at sea or swooped through the blue like Airwinger's bride. She was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can second a song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by. Fond of a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her forty winks for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her merlin chair assotted , reading her Evening World.

To see is it smarts , full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news. Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount. Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he noise about all same Harry chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle a chuckle , in and out of their serial story , Les Loves of Selskar et Pervenche , freely adapted to The Novvergin's Viv.

There'll be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her final tear. But that's a world of ways away. Till track laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering candles flare. Anna Stacey's how are you! Worther waist in the noblest , says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. Her hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his 29 UP haunt of the hungred bordles , as it is told me.

Shop Illicit , flourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm , litting flop a deadlop aloose! And aither he cursed and recursed and was everseen doing what your fourfootlers saw or he was never done seeing what you cool - pigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for smiledown witnesses, and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the fraily shees. Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round her heavens for ever. Creator he has created for his creatured ones a creation. And all the pinkprophets cohalething?

But however 'twas 'tis sure for one thing, what sherif Toragh vouch erfors and Mapqiq makes put out , that the man, Humme the Cheapner, Esc, overseen as we thought him, yet a worthy of the naym , came at this timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial fermament one tide on another, with a bumrush in a hull of a wherry , the twin turbane dhow , The Bey for Dybbling , this archipelago's first visiting schooner , with a wicklow pattern waxenwench at her prow for a figurehead , the deadsea dugong updip dripping from his depths, and has been repreaching him- self like a fishmummer these siktyten years ever since, his shebi by his shide , adi and aid, growing hoarish under his turban and changing cane sugar into sethulose starch Tuttut's cess to him!

Adam and Eve's - old Franciscan church in Dublin on the south quays of river Liffey. Sir Tristram, viola d'amores , had not encore arrived passencore rearrived on a merry isthmus from North Armorica to wielder fight his peninsular war , nor stones sham rocks by the Oconee exaggerated theirselves in exaggerated themselse to Laurens county, Ga, doubling all the time, nor a voice redffire from afire answered bellowsed mishe mishe chishe to tufftuff thouartpatrick thouartpeatrick.

A long sea implies an uniform and steady motion of long and extensive waves; on the contrary, a short sea is when they run irregularly, broken, and interrupted, so as frequently to burst over a vessel's side or quarter. Also, the use of the word "doublin" later in the sentence is a reference to Dublin, the county seat of Laurens County. Joyce explained to Harriet Weaver that it was founded by a Dubliner named Peter Sawyer actually it was Jonathan Sawyer , and that its motto was "Doubling all the time.

God called unto him out of the midst of the bush, and said, Moses, Moses. And he said, Here am I. Jishin earthquake , kaminari thunder , kaji fire , oyaji paternity. In the well-known nursery rime or riddle quoted below commonly explained as signifying an egg in reference to its shape ; thence allusively used of persons or things which when once overthrown or shattered cannot be restored. In the nursery rime or riddle there are numerous variations of the last two lines, e. An map shows 10 Dublin turnpikes, almost all located on the North Circular Road and South Cicrcular Road at the crossing of main roads.

The turnpike in Chapelizod was just East of the Phoenix Tavern where the Mullingar House now stands at the curve of the Dublin road to the bridge. It is described on the 1st page of Le Fanu's House by the Churchyard. The Dublin-Mullingar road was a turnpike road until Ere we were sure? The oaks of old maythey rest rust in peat. Elms leap where ashes lay. Till nevernever may our pharce be phoenished! Ostrogoth - an East Goth; a name given to the division of the Teutonic race of the Goths which towards the end of the 5th c. Visigoth - a West-Goth; A member of that branch of the Gothic race which entered Roman territory towards the end of the fourth century and subsequently established a kingdom in Spain, overthrown by the Moors in La Langue de Rabelais.

Also of a bullet: FDV First draft version: Ask is Norwegian "ashes", Embla is Norwegian "elm". Bygmester Solness ; The Master Builder - drama by Henrik Ibsen, in which Halvard Solness rises from "death" by climbing at the bidding of a girl a tower he has erected. He falls from the tower, blasted by the god he has rivaled and defied. Maurer ger - mason, freemason. Joshua - old testament patriarch. It was publicly burned. Moses - Jewish lawgiver, prophet, leader from bondage.

The Book of Moses is a theosophical work. He addle iddle wife wyfie and he annie Annie hugged the liddle crathur wither Wither tear tare in hares hayre in honds tuck up your pardner part-in-her. Though oftwhile balbulous [ He would see by the light of the liquor his roundup tower to rise on itself [ joy grant it joygrantit! Neither his planned German campaign nor a proposed military expedition to Britain ever took place. Though there are reports of his soldiers being ordered to gather shells on the shore as trophies for Caligula's 'conquest of the sea'.

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes , chapter 4: IX, 'Erigena, Johannes Scotus', a: In the narrative, the burning bush is the location at which Moses was appointed by Yahweh to lead the Israelites out of Egypt and into Canaan. God, observing the unity of humanity in the construction, resolves to destroy the tower and confuse the previously uniform language of humanity, thereby preventing any such future efforts; therefore the city was called Babel babal , Heb.

They hold up Adam's profession The Scripture says Adam digg'd. Could he dig without arms? The first was he to bare arms and the name. His shield, fessed, helio [ with archers strung ,] of the second. Haitch is for Husbandman planting handling his hoe. Comeday morning morn when and your you're feelin ho oh, you're Vine! Hahahaha Mister Finn Fine Funn you're going to be fined again. Finn - the name used by the Teut. The chief sanctuary of Islam, aka the "Ancient House," it contains the sacred Black Stone which was white when it fell from heaven, but turmed black from the sins of those who have touched it.

In his early days as a shepherd Mohammed had lived much with nature; he had seen the pale dawn touch the grim summits of Mount Hira and Mount Arafat, had heard the thunder roll through the sounding passes of the hills. He did not pretend that the religion he taught was something new, but called it the faith of Abraham, and the particular name he gave it was Islam, which signifies "striving after righteousness.

Mohammed enjoined his followers to pray five times a day. When the sun has begun to decline. These are the regular hours of prayer to be observed by all good Moslems, but many follow the example of their Prophet, and pray at other times as well. For it is written, "Celebrate the praises of thy Lord what time thou risest and in the night and at the fading of the stars.

Bedouin - an Arab of the desert [ Joyce's note: As Mohammed entered Medinah, he was beset on all sides by the invitations of the Faithful, pressing him to alight and enter their houses… But Mohammed, perhaps fearing to create jealousies by favouring one more than another, said: Mohammed and the guide rode a camel called "Al-Kaswa," or the Crop-eared… Al-Kaswa came to be famous in the history of Islam, and carried the prophet in several of his battle.

There were many exiles from Meccah, who had fled from the persecutions of the Kuraysh; they were known as the Muhajirin or Refugees, while the citizen of Medinah, who were converts, were called Ansars , or Helpers. To fail to be discharged or exploded. And, as sure as Eve Abe ate little bit Ivvy's red apples, wan warning Finn felt tippling full. His howth howd filled heavy, his hodd hoddit did shake.

There was a wall in course of erection. He fell stottered from the latter. He was dead dudd. For all the world to see. If set completely underground, it may be covered by a tumulus. Erected ; named for the 19th-century politician Isaac Butt. MacCool , Macool , macool, why did ye die!

Sore They sighed at Finn Funnigan's wake chrismiss chrissormiss cake wake. Miss Hooligan's Christmas Cake song: And they all chimed in with the shoutmost shoviality. In legends of Alexander, Gog and Magog are enemies he sealed behind a great wall in the Caucasus. Brian O'Linn - Irish ballad hero, first to wear clothes, make them of simple materials like sheepskin, shells, etc. His A scone as for his pillow Sharphen his pillowscone tap up his bier. Arrah where in this world would you hear such a din again? Open mid-March to end October, not Th. This is an old coaching inn south of Steventon, where horses were changed on the way to and from London.

Stage coaches carried the mail, and Jane Austen walked to here to send and receive her letters. The reciepent paid for the mail, as this was before the invention of postage stamps. The main building is much unchanged on the outside, and inside we can see the low ceilings, original beams and fire place. The old stables are now a restaurant, and at the side is a modern Premier Inn hotel. From the main road you can take a picture which will be much as Jane saw it.

It is over 2 miles walk over Hampshire's rolling countryside from the London road to Steventon. With simple leather shoes, long skirts and on unmade roads, the return walk would be quite an effort. The village is small, scattered and rural, the birthplace of Jane Austen , whose family lived at the rectory demolished for 25 years. In the church there are three tablets to the family, and family graves in the churchyard. The church is over years old and very simple inside and out, with some medieval painting on the walls. The wind vane is shaped like a quill pen.

A yew tree by the West entrance is over years old. The rectory was large and had 7 bedrooms. Outside there were fields where Mr. Austen farmed and his wife grew potatoes at that time quite an innovation , formal gardens with a turf walk, sundial, strawberry beds, and a grassy bank down which the young Jane possibly enjoyed rolling as a child, like Catherine Morland in Northanger Abbey. There was also a carriage sweep, and a barn used for private theatricals except in winter, when the dining room had to suffice. Here she wrote Northanger Abbey, Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice, although they were not published at that time.

Her father offered Pride and Prejudice to a publisher in who turned it down without reading it. Cassandra and Jane attended many dances at nearby large houses, some of which are still standing today. The most notable is the Vyne, a National Trust property, near Basingstoke. Jane also attended social gatherings in Basingstoke at the Assembly Rooms. A plaque on the wall of the bank commemorates Jane.

She liked shopping, and is known to have gone shopping in Andover, Alton, Alreford, Basingstoke, Whitchurch and Overton during the years she lived at Steventon. Jane spent the first 25 years of her life in Steventon, before the family moved to Bath in Somerset because her father wanted to retire there. Bath provided scenes for some of her books, but she did not embark on any of her novels during the five tears she lived here.

A few miles north of Steventon is the village of Ashe, where Jane's father was also the rector and Jane visited her friends the Lefroy's at Ashe House. From the farmyard we can see a circular pond with central island; this is the source of the River Test, which we can follow on pretty country lanes through little villages of 16c. The chalk hills around Basingstoke soak up the rains, and filter the water all year into small streams going South, which combine to make the River Test and its tributaries.

The official source is a lake with a circular island which can be viewed from a lane by the old church at Ashe. The river runs clear and fast in shallow channels, often breaking into several streams in its gentle valley. It is the finest trout fishing river in the South of England. The prettiest part of the valley is the upper part, from Stockbridge to Whitchurch. There are many old thatched cottages, and in some places the land in the valley is common grazing and has never been cultivated, and is a haven for wild-life.

The Mayfly near Longparish is a lovely riverside pub with great lunch-time food. Lyme Regis is a charming seaside town, barely commercialised, with many fine old buildings in its steep narrow streets.

Its most famous feature is the great breakwater known as the Cobb, immortalised by local author John Fowles in his novel The French Lieutenant's Woman. Jane Austen was another author who enjoyed Lyme Regis. The coastline is a notable hunting ground for palaeontologists, with some famous local fossil finds, such as the ichthyosaurus found by Mary Anning in the early 19th century. Southampton developed along the waterfront between the mouths of the Test and the Itchen, Hampshire's two main rivers.

Ideally located at the head of Southampton Water, it was a major port throughout the Middle Ages. In the 19th century, and until well into the s, it flourished as a passenger port able to accommodate the largest liners, and as an aircraft-building centre; Spitfires were produced here. Heavy wartime bombing and post-war redevelopment destroyed much of the city. However, there are some remarkable survivals, including stretches of the town walls, Bargate a fine medieval gatehouse , the 15th-century Merchants' Hall, and Bugle Street.

The Wool House, built in about as a warehouse, now houses the Southampton Maritime Museum; next door is the midth century Italianate Yacht Club.

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