Complete Works of James Joyce (200 page)

1 The chape of Do¤a Speranza of the Nacion.

2 Ugol egal ogle. Mi vidim Mi.

3 It is, it is Sangannon’s dream.

4 And all meinkind.

5 Whangpoos the paddle and whiss whee whoo.

Their Rule.

Paa lickam laa lickam, apl lpa !
This it is an her.

Ecclasiastical

You see her it. Which it whom you see it is

and Celestial

her. And if you could goaneggbetter we’d soon

Hierarchies. The

see some raffant scrumala riffa. Quicks herit

Ascending. The

fossyending. Quef! So post that to your pape

Descending.

and smarket ! And you can haul up that languil

The peripatetic

pennant, mate. I’ve read your tunc’s dimissage.

periphery. It’s

For, let it be taken that her littlenist is of no

Allothesis.

magnetude or again let it be granted that Doll

the laziest can be dissimulant with all respects

from Doll the fiercst, thence must any what-

youlike in the power of empthood be either

greater than or less than the unitate we

have in one or hence shall the vectorious ready-

eyes of evertwo circumflicksrent searclhers

never film in the elipsities of their gyribouts

those fickers which are returnally reprodictive

of themselves. 1 Which is unpassible. Quarrel-

lary. The logos of somewome to that base any-

thing, when most characteristically mantissa

minus, comes to nullum in the endth: 2 orso,

here is nowet badder than the sin of Aha with

his cosin Lil, verswaysed on coverswised, and

all that’s consecants and cotangincies till Per-

perp stops repippinghim since her redtangles

are all abscissan for limitsing this tendency of

our Frivulteeny Sexuagesima 3 to expense her-

selfs as sphere as possible, paradismic peri-

mutter, in all directions on the bend of the

unbridalled, the infinisissimalls of her facets

becoming manier and manier as the calicolum

of her umdescribables (one has thoughts of

that eternal Rome) shrinks from schurtiness

Ambages and

1 I enjoy as good as anyone.

2 Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked.

3 The boast of the town.

to scherts. 1 Scholium, there are trist sigheds to

Canine Venus

everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to

sublimated to

the feared. Qued? Mother of us all! O, dear

Aulidic

me, look at that now! I don’t know is it your

Aphrodite.

spictre or my omination but I’m glad you

Exclusivism: the

dimentioned it ! My Lourde ! My Lourde ! If

Ors, Sors and

that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see ! And

Fors, which?

a superpbosition ! Quoint a quincidence !
O.K.

Omnius Kollidimus. As Ollover Krumwall

sayed when he slepped ueber his grannya-

mother. Kangaroose feathers: Who in the name

of thunder’d ever belevin you were that bolt?

But you’re holy mooxed and gaping up the

wrong palce 2 as if you was seeheeing the gheist

that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop

domefool! Where’s your belested loiternan’s

lamp? You must lap wandret down the bluish-

ing refluction below. Her trunk’s not her brain-

box. Hear where the bolgylines, Yseen here the