Complete Works of James Joyce (203 page)

spiration! I always adored your hand. So could

I too and without the scrope of a pen. Ohr for

oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge ad

lib. Can you write us a last line? From Smith-

Jones-Orbison?) intrieatedly in years, jirry-

alimpaloop. And i Romain, hup u bn gd grl. 2

Unds alws my thts. To fallthere at bare feet

hurryaswormarose. Two dies of one raffle-

ment. Eche bennyache. Outstamp and dis-

tribute him at the expanse of his society. To

be continued. Anon.

And ook, ook, ook,fanky! All the charic-

tures
3 in
the drame! This is how San holy-

1 I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knacking spots of the Plumpduffs

Pants.

2 Lifp year fends you all and moe, fouvenirs foft as fummer fnow, fweet

willings and forget-uf-knots.

3 Gag his tubes yourself.

Force Centres of

polypools. And this, pardonsky! is the way

ACCORDING

the Fire Serpen

Romeopullupalleaps. 1 Pose the pen, man,

TO COCKER.

ine: heart,

way me does. Way ole missa vellatooth fust

TROTHBLOWERS.

throat, navel,

show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue !

FIG AND

spleen, sacral,

Bould strokes for your life ! Tip ! This is Steal,

THISTLE

fontanella, inter-

this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is

PLOT A PIG

temporal eye.

Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is Doubbllinnbbay-

AND WHISTLE.

Conception of the

yates. 2 This is brave Danny weeping his spache

Compromise and

for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping

Finding of a

his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard !

Formula.

how Chawleses Skewered parparaparnelligoes

Ideal Present

between brave Danny boy and the Connolly.

Alone Produces

Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L’arty Ma-

Real Future.

gory. Eregobragh. Prouf! 3

And Kev was wreathed with his pother.

But, (that Jacoby feeling again. for fore-

bitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kevvy too he

just loves his puppadums, I judge !) after all his

autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs

and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof

cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able

rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through

his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for

the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter

like it done for a manny another unpious of

the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at

length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercy-

stroke he measured his earth anyway? could

not but recken in his adder’s badder cadder

way our frankson who, to be plain, he fight

him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish

bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince

1 He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes.,