Complete Works of James Joyce (198 page)

 

Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in

 

 

the smukking precincts of lydias,2 with Mary

 

 

Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to edge

 

 

his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston

 

 

and Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz, our

 

 

papacocopotl, 3 Abraham Bradley King? (ting

 

 

ting! ting ting!) By his magmasine fall. Lumps,

 

 

lavas and all.4 Bene! But, thunder and turf, it’s

 

 

not alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The

 

 

mystery repeats itself todate as our callback

 

 

mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a

 

 

tanner, 5 used to sing, as I think, now and then

 

 

consinuously over her possetpot in her quer

 

 

1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids’ and dolls’ home.

 

 

Makeacake-

 

ache.

 

2 A
vagrant need is a flagrant weed.

 

3 Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning.

 

4 At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one

 

5 We’re all found of our anmal matter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cell and its Pri-

homolocous humminbass hesterdie and ist-

 

 

vate Properties.

herdie forivor. 1 Vanissas Vanistatums! And

 

The haves and

for a night of thoughtsendyures and a day. As

 

the havenots: a

Great Shapesphere puns it. In effect, I re-

 

distinction.

mumble, from the yules gone by, purr lil mur-

 

 

rerof myhind, so she used indeed. When she

 

 

give me the Sundaclouths she hung up for

 

 

Tate and Comyng and snuffed out the ghost

 

 

in the candle at his old game of haunt the

 

 

sleepper. Faithful departed. When I’m dream-

 

 

ing back like that I begins to see we’re only

 

 

all telescopes. Or the comeallyoum saunds.

 

 

Like when I dromed I was in Dairy and was

 

 

wuckened up with thump in thudderdown.

 

 

Rest in peace ! But to return. 2 What a wonder-

 

 

ful memory you have too ! Twonderful

 

 

morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring town

 

 

eau and curry nothung up my sleeve. Now,

 

 

springing quickenly from the mudland-Loosh

 

 

from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetra-

 

 

turn a somersault. All’s fair on all fours, as

 

 

my instructor unstrict me. Watch ! And you’ll

 

 

have the whole inkle. Allow, allow! Gyre O,

 

 

gyre O, gyrotundo ! Hop lala !
As umpty

 

 

herum as you seat! O, dear me, that was very

 

 

nesse! Very nace indeed! And makes us a

 

 

daintical pair of accomplasses! You, allus for

 

 

the kunst and me for omething with a handel

 

 

to it. Beve! Now, as will pressantly be felt,

 

 

there’s tew tricklesome poinds where our

 

 

twain of doubling bicirculars, mating approxe-

 

 

metely in their suite poi and poi, dunloop

 

 

into eath the ocher. Lucihere ! I fee where you

 

 

The Vegetable

 

 

1 Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn

 

 

Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.

 

2 Say where! A timbrelfill of twinkletinkle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zweispaltung as

mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun, lemmas

 

 

Fundemaintalish

quatsch, vide pervoys akstiom, and I think as

 

of Wiederher-

I’m suqeez in the limon, stickme punctum, but

 

stellung.

for semenal rations I’d likelong, by Araxes,

 

 

to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there

 

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