Complete Works of James Joyce (202 page)

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quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood

Ascription of the

lekar! Where’s Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war itwas

Active.

in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer ! From this

Proscription of

misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible

the Passive

fancyflame. 1 Ask for bosthoon, late for Mass,

pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could

wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne

as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick!

Nock the muddy nickers! 2 Christ’s Church

varses Bellial !) Dear and he went on to scripple

gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen

for her, he would pine for her, 3 how he would

patpun fun for all 4 with his frolicky frowner

so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how

are you, waggy? 5 My animal his sorrafool!

And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non ‚

vero son trovatore. O jerry!
He was soso, harriot

all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister-

mysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with

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-