Complete Works of James Joyce (186 page)

and hijo de puta, the sparksown fermament of

the starryk fieldgosongingon where blows

a nemone at each blink of windstill 4 they

were sliding along and sleeting aloof and

scouting around and shooting about. All-

whichwhile or whereaballoons for good

vaunty years Dagobert is in Clane’s clean

hometown prepping up his prepueratory

and learning how to put a broad face bronzily

out through a broken breached meataerial

1 Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!

2 If I gnows me gneesgnobs the both of him is gnatives of Genuas.

3 A
glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please.

4 All the world loves a big gleaming jelly.

Puzzly, puzzly,

from Bryan Awlining! Erin’s hircohaired

FROM CENO-

I smell a cat.

culoteer. 1

GENETIC DI-

Two makes a

And as, these things being so or ere those

CHOTOMY

wing at the ma-

things having done, way back home in Pacata

THROUGH

croscope

Auburnia, 2 (untillably holy gammel Eire) one

DIAGONISTIC

telluspeep.

world burrowing on another, (if you’ve got

CONCILI-

From the Buffalo

me, neighbour, in any large lumps, geek?, ant

ANCE TO

Times of bysone

got the strong of it) Standfest, our topiocal

DYNASTIC

days.

sagon hero, or any otther macotther, signs is

CONTINU-

Quick quake

on the bellyguds bastille back, bucket up with

ITY.

quokes the par-

fullness, ant silvering to her jubilee, 3 birch-

rotbook of dates.

leaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage

full of flesh ant fat as a hen’s i’ forehead,

Airyanna ant Blowyhart topsirturvy, that

royal pair in their palace of quicken boughs

hight The Goat ant Compasses (‘phone

number 17:69, if you want to know 4 ) his sea-

arm strongsround her, her velivole eyne aship-

wracked, have discusst their things of the

past, crime and fable with shame, home and

profit,5 why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill

ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs

a mixture of, are heat bent and hard upon.

Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled. 6

Today is well thine but where’s may tomorrow

be. But, bless his cowly head and press his

crankly hat, what a world’s woe is each’s

1 A
pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.

2 My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was

looking for my shoe all through Arabia.

3 It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they

all soon get to look.

4 After me looking up the plan in Humphrey’s Justice of the Piece it

said to

see preseeding chaps.

5 O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas

behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down

on her

fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks.

6 Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born.

Some is out for

other’s weariness waiting to beadroll his own

THE MON-

twoheaded dul-

properer mistakes, the backslapping glad-

GREL UNDER