Complete Works of James Joyce

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  2 A viking vernacular expression still used in the Summerhill district

  for a

  jerryhatted man of forty who puts two fingers into his boiling soupplate

  and

  licks them in turn to find out if there is enough mushroom catsup in the

  mutton broth.

  3 H’dk’fs’h’p’y.

  4 Googlaa pluplu.

  5 Tomley. The grown man. A butcher szewched him the bloughs and

  braches. I’m chory to see P. Shuter.

  Bet you fippence,

  boxomeness of the bedelias 1 makes hobby-

  PREAUSTERIC

  anythesious,

  hodge happy in his hole. 2 The store and

  MAN AND HIS

  there’s no pug-

  charter, Treetown Castle under Lynne.-Riva-

  PURSUIT OF

  gatory, are yous

  pool? Hod a brieck on it! But its piers eerie,

  PAN-

  game?

  its span spooky, its toll but a till, its parapets

  HYSTERIC

  all peripateting. D’Oblong’s by his by. Which

  WOMAN.

  we all pass. Tons. In our snoo. Znore. While

  we hickerwards the thicker. Schein. Schore.

  Which assoars us from the murk of the mythe-

  lated in the barrabelowther, bedevere butlered

  table round, past Morningtop’s necessity and

  Harington’s invention, to the clarience of the

  childlight in the studiorium upsturts. Here

  we’ll dwell on homiest powers, love at the

  latch with novices nig and nag. The chorus:

  the principals. For the rifocillation of their

  inclination to the manifestation of irritation:

  doldorboys and doll. 3 After sound, light and

  heat, memory, will and understanding.

  Here (the memories framed from walls are

  minding) till wranglers for wringwrowdy

  wready are, , (at gaze, respecting, four-

  teenth baronet, meet, altrettanth bancorot,

  chaff) and ere commence commencement cata-

  launic when Aetius check chokewill Attil’s

  gambit, (that buxon bruzeup, give it a burl!)

  lead us seek, O june of eves the jenniest,

  thou who fleeest flicklesome the fond fervid

  frondeur to thickly thyself attach with thine

  efteased ensuer, 4 ondrawer of our uncon-

  scionable, flickerflapper fore our unter-

  1 I believe in Dublin and the Sultan of Turkey.

  2 I have heard this word used by Martin Halpin, an old gardener from the

  Glens of Antrim who used to do odd jobs for my godfather, the Rev. B.B.

  Brophy of Swords.

  3 Ravens may rive so can dove deelish.

  4 A question of pull.

  There was a

  drugged,1 lead us seek, lote us see, light us find,

  URGES AND

  sweet hopeful

  let us missnot Maidadate, Mimosa Multimim-

  WIDERURGES

  called Cis.

  etica, the maymeaminning of maimoomeining!

  IN A PRIMI-

  The Big Bear

  Elpis, thou fountain of the greeces, all shall speer

  TIVE SEPT.

  bit the Sailor’s

  theeward,2 from kongen in his canteenhus to

  Only. Trouble,

  knivers hind the knoll. Ausonius Audacior

  trouble, trouble.

  and gael, gillie, gall.3 Singalingalying. Storiella

  Forening Unge

  as she is syung. Whence followeup with end-

  Kristlike Kvinne.

  speaking nots for yestures, plutonically pur-

  suant on briefest glimpse from gladrags, pretty

  Proserpronette whose slit satchel spilleth peas.

  Belisha beacon, beckon bright! Usherette,

  unmesh us! That grene ray of earong it waves

  us to yonder as the red, blue and yellow flogs

  time on the domisole,4 with a blewy blow and

  a windigo. Where flash becomes word and

  silents selfloud. To brace congeners, trebly

  bounden and asservaged twainly. Adamman,5

  Emhe, Issossianusheen and sometypes Yggely

  ogs Weib. Uwayoei! 6 So mag this sybilette be

  our shibboleth that we may syllable her well!

  Vetus may be occluded behind the mou in

  Veto but Nova will be nearing as their radient

  among the Nereids. A one of charmers, ay,

  Una Unica, charmers, who, under the branches

  of the elms, in shoes as yet unshent by stoni-

  ness, wend, went, will wend a way of honey

  myrrh and rambler roses mistmusk while still

  the maybe mantles the meiblume or ever her

  1 For Rose Point see Inishmacsaint.

  2 Mannequins’ Pose.

  3 Their holy presumption and hers sinfly desprit.

  4 Anama anamaba anamabapa.

  5 Only for he’s fathering law I could skewer that old one and slosh her

  out

  many’s the time but I thinks more of my pottles and ketts.

  6 All abunk for Tarararat! Look slipper, soppyhat, we’ve a doss in the

  manger.

  Telltale me all

  if have faded from the fleur,1 their arms

  EARLY

  of annaryllies.

  enlocked, (ringrang, the chimes of sex appeal-

  NOTIONS OF

  Will you carry

  ing as conchitas with sentas stray,2 rung!), all

  ACQUIRED

  my can and

  thinking all of it, the It with an itch in it, the All

  RIGHTS AND

  fight the fairies?

  every inch of it, the pleasure each will preen her

  THE INFLU-

  Allma Mathers,

  for, the business each was bred to breed by.3

  ENCE OF

  Auctioneer.

  Soon jemmijohns will cudgel about some

  COLLECTIVE

  Old Gavelkind

  a rhythmatick or other over Browne and

  TRADITION

  the Gamper and

  Nolan’s divisional tables whereas she, of

  UPON THE

  he’s as daff as

  minions’ novence charily being cupid, for

  INDIVIDUAL.

  you’re erse.

  mug’s wumping, grooser’s grubbiness, andt’s

  avarice and grossopper’s grandegaffe, with her

  tootpettypout of jemenfichue will sit and knit

  on solfa sofa.4 Stew of the evening, booksyful

  stew. And a bodikin a boss in the Thimble

  Theatre. But all is her-inbourne. Intend. From

  gramma’s grammar she has it that if there is a

  third person, mascarine, phelinine or nuder,

  being spoken abad it moods prosodes from a

  person speaking to her second which is the

  direct object that has been spoken to, with and

  at. Take the dative with his oblative5 for, even

  if obsolete, it is always of interest, so spake

  gramma on the impetus of her imperative, only

  mind your genderous towards his reflexives

  such that I was to your grappa (Bott’s trousend,

  hore a man uff!) when him was me hedon6

  and mine, what the lewdy saying, his analec-

  tual pygmyhop.7 There is comfortism in the

  1 One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.

  2 Making it up as we goes along.

  3 The law of the jungerl.

  4 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.

  5 I’d like his pink’s cheek.

  6 Frech devil in red hairing! So that’s wh
y you ran away to sea, Mrs

  Lappy. Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed!

  7 A washable lovable floatable doll.

  Undante

  knowledge that often hate on first hearing

  umoroso.

  comes of love by second sight. Have your

  M. 50-50.

  little sintalks in the dunk of subjunctions, dual

  oþk þþàáoþ

  in duel and prude with pruriel, but even the

  ãþþiþþþ

  aoriest chaparound whatever plaudered perfect

  anent prettydotes and haec genua omnia may

  perhaps chance to be about to be in the case to

  be becoming a pale peterwright in spite of all

  your tense accusatives whilstly you’re wall-

  floored1 like your gerandiums for the better

  half of a yearn or sob. It’s a wild’s kitten, my

  dear, who can tell a wilkling from a warthog.

  For you may be as practical as is predicable

  but you must have the proper sort of accident

  to meet that kind of a being with a difference.2

  Flame at his fumbles but freeze on his fist.3

  Every letter is a godsend, ardent Ares, brusque

  Boreas and glib Ganymede like zealous Zeus,

  the O’Meghisthest of all. To me or not to me.

  Satis thy quest on. Werbungsap! Jeg suis, vos

  wore a gentleman, thou arr, I am a quean. Is

  a game over? The game goes on. Cookcook !

  Search me. The beggar the maid the bigger

  the mauler. And the greater the patrarc the

  griefer the pinch. And that’s what your doctor

  knows. O love it is the commonknounest thing

  how it pashes the plutous and the paupe.4

  Pop ! And egg she active or spoon she passive,

  all them fine clauses in Lindley’s and Murrey’s

  never braught the participle of a present to a

  desponent hortatrixy, vindicatively I say it,

  1 With her poodle feinting to be let off and feeling dead in herself. Is

  love

  worse living?

  2 If she can’t follow suit Ren‚e goes to the pack.

  3 Improper frictions is maledictions and mens uration makes me mad.

  4 Llong and Shortts Primer of Black and White Wenchcraft.

  I’ll go for that

  from her postconditional future.1 Lumpsome

  CONCOMI-

  small polly if

  is who lumpsum pays. Quantity counts though

  TANCE OF

  you’ll suck to

  accents falter. Yoking apart and oblique ora-

  COURAGE,

  your lebbens-

  tions parsed to one side, a brat, alanna, can

  quatsch.

  choose from so many, be he a sollicitor’s

  O’Mara Farrell.

  appendix, a pipe clerk or free functionist

  Verschwindibus.

  flyswatter, that perfect little cad, from the

  Ulstria,

  languors and weakness of limberlimbed lassi-

  hood till the head, back and heartaches of

  waxedup womanage and heaps on heaps of

  other things too. Note the Respectable Irish

  Distressed Ladies and the Merry Mustard

  Frothblowers of Humphreystown Associa-

  tions. Atac first, queckqueck quicks after.

  Beware how in that hist subtaile of schlangder2

  lies liaison to tease oreilles ! To vert embowed

  set proper penchant. But learn from that ancient

  tongue to be middle old modern to the minute.

  A spitter that can be depended on. Though

  Wonderlawn’s lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she

  broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the

  leafery, ours is mistery of pain.3 You may spin

  on youthlit’s bike and multiplease your Mike

  and Nike with your kickshoes on the algebrars

  but, volve the virgil page and view, the O of

  woman is long when burly those two muters

  sequent her so from Nebob4 see you never

  stray who’ll nimm you nice and nehm the day.

  One hath just been areading, hath not one,

  ya, ya, in their memoiries of Hireling’s puny

  wars, end so, und all, ga, ga, of The O’Brien,

  1 The gaggles all out.

  2 He’s just bug nuts on white mate he hasn’t the teath nor the grits to

  choo

  and that’s what’s wrong with Lang Wang Wurm, old worbbling goesbelly.

  3 Dear and I trust in all frivolity I may be pardoned for trespassing

  but I

  think I may add hell.

  4 He is my all menkind of every desception.

  The O’Connor, The Mac Loughlin and The

  COUNSEL

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