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The Complete Works of   JAMES JOYCE

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by James Joyce


  a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday,

  wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till

  the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches!

  He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of

  shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or

  touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more

  ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low

  on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle.

  And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was

  laying him long on his laughside lying sack

  to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf’s intes-

  1 And she had to seek a pond’s apeace to salve her suiterkins.

  Sued!

  2 Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish?

  3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her

  allover with

  curtsey flowers.

  4 A nastilow disigraible game.

  5 Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to

  the

  corner. Grunny Grant.

  tions, quoths the Bhagavat biskop Leech) Ann

  WHEN THE

  opes tipoo soon ear! If you could me lendtill

  ANSWERER

  Ensouling Fe-

  my pascol’s kondyl, sahib, and the price of a

  IS A LEMAN.

  male Sustains

  plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs

  ALL SQUARE

  Agonising Over-

  and merrymoney thanks to self for all the

  AND

  man.

  clerricals and again begs guerdon for bistris-

  Sesama to the

  pissing on your bunificence. Well wiggy-

  Rescues. The

  wiggywagtail, and how are you,yaggy? With

  Key Signature.

  a capital Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to

  dear Picuchet. Blott.

  Now, (peel your eyes, my gins, and brush

  your saton hat, me elementator joyclid, son of

  a Butt ! She’s mine, Jow low jure, 1 be Skibber-

  ing’s eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees Arch-

  way) watch him, having caught at the bi-

  furking calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike

  underworp he had ever funnet without diffi-

  cultads, the aboleshqvick, signing away in

  happinext complete, (Exquisite Game of in-

  spiration! I always adored your hand. So could

  I too and without the scrope of a pen. Ohr for

  oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge ad

  lib. Can you write us a last line? From Smith-

  Jones-Orbison?) intrieatedly in years, jirry-

  alimpaloop. And i Romain, hup u bn gd grl. 2

  Unds alws my thts. To fallthere at bare feet

  hurryaswormarose. Two dies of one raffle-

  ment. Eche bennyache. Outstamp and dis-

  tribute him at the expanse of his society. To

  be continued. Anon.

  And ook, ook, ook,fanky! All the charic-

  tures 3 in the drame! This is how San holy-

  1 I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knacking spots of the Plumpduffs

  Pants.

  2 Lifp year fends you all and moe, fouvenirs foft as fummer fnow, fweet

  willings and forget-uf-knots.

  3 Gag his tubes yourself.

  Force Centres of

  polypools. And this, pardonsky! is the way

  ACCORDING

  the Fire Serpen

  Romeopullupalleaps. 1 Pose the pen, man,

  TO COCKER.

  ine: heart,

  way me does. Way ole missa vellatooth fust

  TROTHBLOWERS.

  throat, navel,

  show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue !

  FIG AND

  spleen, sacral,

  Bould strokes for your life ! Tip ! This is Steal,

  THISTLE

  fontanella, inter-

  this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is

  PLOT A PIG

  temporal eye.

  Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is Doubbllinnbbay-

  AND WHISTLE.

  Conception of the

  yates. 2 This is brave Danny weeping his spache

  Compromise and

  for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping

  Finding of a

  his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard !

  Formula.

  how Chawleses Skewered parparaparnelligoes

  Ideal Present

  between brave Danny boy and the Connolly.

  Alone Produces

  Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L’arty Ma-

  Real Future.

  gory. Eregobragh. Prouf! 3

  And Kev was wreathed with his pother.

  But, (that Jacoby feeling again. for fore-

  bitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kevvy too he

  just loves his puppadums, I judge !) after all his

  autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs

  and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof

  cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able

  rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through

  his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for

  the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter

  like it done for a manny another unpious of

  the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at

  length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercy-

  stroke he measured his earth anyway? could

  not but recken in his adder’s badder cadder

  way our frankson who, to be plain, he fight

  him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish

  bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince

  1 He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes.,

  Mr

  Tellibly Divilcult!

  2 When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance!

  3 The Brownes de Browne - Browne of Castlehacknolan.

  wan’s won! Rip! 1 And his countinghands

  WITH EBONISER.

  Service super-

  rose.

  IN PIX.

  seding self.

  Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple!

  EUCHRE

  Catastrophe and

  Slutningsbane. 2

  RISK, MERCI BUCKUP, AND

  Anabasis.

  Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried ! I can’t

  MIND WHO

  The rotary pro-

  say if it’s the weight you strike me to the

  YOU’RE

  cessus and its

  quick or that red mass I was looking at but at

  PUCKING,

  reestablishment

  the present momentum, potential as I am, I’m

  FLEBBY.

  of reciprocities.

  seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours

  to you and may you be commended for our

  exhibitiveness! I’d love to take you for a

  bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you’d only

  sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker

  barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long

  as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with

  them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my

  maily was bag enough I’d send you a toxis.

  By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely

  for me! Didn’t he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite,

  she studiert whas? With her listeningin coif-

  fure, her dream of Endsland’s daylast and the

  glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. 3

  And less is the pity for she isn’t the lollypops

  she easily might be if she had for a sample

  Virginia’s air of achievement. That might

  keep her from throwing delph. 4 As I was saying,

>   while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn

  of the cards. We’re offals boys ambows. 5

  For I’ve flicked up all the crambs as they

  crumbed from your table um, singing glory

  allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So

  1 A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday!

  2 Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap!

  3 Wipe your glosses with what you know.

  4 If I’d more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your

  rows

  tureens.

  5 Alls Sings and Alls Howls.

  The Twofold

  read we in must book. It tells. He prophets

  COME SI

  Truth and the

  most who bilks the best.

  COMPITA

  Conjunctive Ap-

  And that salubrated sickenagiaour of yaours

  CUNCTITI-

  petites of Oppo-

  have teaspilled all my hazeydency. Forge away,

  TITILATIO?

  sitional Orexes.

  Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp. Bleating Goad, it is

  CONKERY

  Trishagion.

  the least of things, Eyeinstye! Imagine it, my

  CUNK,

  deep dartry dullard! It is hours giving, not

  THIGH-

  more. I’m only out for celebridging over the

  THIGHT-

  guilt of the gap in your hiscitendency. You are

  TICKELLY-

  a hundred thousand times welcome, old wort-

  THIGH, LIG-

  sampler, hellbeit you’re just about as culpable

  GERILAG,

  as my woolfell merger would be. In effect I

  TITTERITOT,

  could engage in an energument over you till

  LEG IN A TEE,

  you were republicly royally toobally prussic

  LUG IN A

  blue in the shirt after. 1 Trionfante di bestia! And

  LAW, TWO

  if you’re not your bloater’s kipper may I never

  AT A TIE,

  curse again on that pint I took of Jamesons.

  THREE ON A

  Old Keane now, you’re rod, hook and sinker,

  THRICKY

  old jubalee Keane! Biddy’s hair. Biddy’s hair,

  TILL OHIO

  mine lubber. Where is that Quin but he sknows

  OHIO

  it knot but what you that are my popular end-

  IOIOMISS.

  phthisis were born with a solver arm up your

  sleep. Thou in shanty ! Thou in scanty shanty ! !

  Thou in slanty scanty shanty! ! ! Bide in your

  hush! Bide in your hush, do! The law does

  not aloud you to shout. I plant my penstock

  in your postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be

  to all remembrance. Vale. Ovocation of maid-

  ing waters. 2 For auld lang salvy steyne. I

  defend you to champ my scullion’s praises.

  To book alone belongs the lobe. Foremaster’s

  meed 3 will mark tomorrow, when we are

  making pilscrummage to whaboggeryin with

  1 From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice.

  2 Not Kilty. But the manajar was. He! He! Ho! Ho! Ho!

  3 Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory M Gusty.

  Abnegation is

  staff, scarf and blessed wallet and our aureoles

  ENTER THE

  Adaptation.

  round our neckkandcropfs where as and when

  COP AND

  Cato.

  Heavysciusgardaddy, parent who offers sweet-

  HOW.

  Nero.

  meats, will gift uns his Noblett’s surprize.

  SECURES

  Saul. Aristotle.

  With this laudable purpose in loud ability let

  GUBERNANT

  Julius Caesar.

  us be singulfied. Betwixt me and thee hung

  URBIS

  Pericles.

  cong. Item, mizpah ends.

  TERROREM.

  Ovid.

  But while the dial are they doodling dawd-

  Adam, Eve.

  ling over the mugs and the grubs? Oikey,

  Domitian. Edipus

  Impostolopulos? 1 Steady steady steady steady

  Socrates.

  steady studiavimus. Many many many many

  Ajax.

  many manducabimus. 2 We’ve had our day at triv

  Homer.

  and quad and writ our bit as intermidgets. Art,

  Marcus Aurelius.

  literature, politics, economy,chemistry, human-

  Alcibiades.

  ity, &c. Duty, the daughter of discipline, the

  Lucretius.

  Great Fire at the South City Markets, Belief in

  Giants and the Banshee, A Place for Every-

  thing and Everything in its Place, Is the Pen

  Mightier than the Sword? A Successful Career

  in the Civil Service, 3 The Voice of Nature in

  the Forest, 4 Your Favorite Hero or Heroine,

  On the Benefits of Recreation, 5 If Standing

  Stones Could Speak, Devotion to the Feast of

  the Indulgence of Portiuncula, The Dublin

 

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