Complete Works of James Joyce (188 page)

dus overthepoise.

tell Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will

not say it shall not be, this passing of order and

order’s coming, but in the herbest country and

in the country around Blath as in that city self

of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So

shuttle the pipers done. 6 Eric aboy! 7 And it’s

time that all paid tribute to this massive mor-

tiality, the pink of punk perfection as photo-

graphy in mud. Some may seek to dodge the

1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam’s

honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in

his

hand and his mouth open.

2 And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.

3 Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?

4 Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the

lays of ancient homes.

5 The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not

melt down his dripping ducks.

6 Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.

7 Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked

profanian

with his bakset of yosters.

Pitchcap and

gobbet for its quantity of quality but who

INCIPIT IN-

triangle, noose

wants to cheat the choker’s got to learn to

TERMISSIO.

and tinctunc.

chew the cud. Allwhichhole scrubs on scroll

MAJOR AND

Uncle Flabbius

circuminiuminluminatedhave encuoniams here

MINOR

Muximus to

and improperies there. 1 With a pansy for the

Niecia Flappia

pussy in the corner. 2

Minnimiss. As

Bewise of Fanciulla’s heart, the heart of

this is. And as

Fanciulla! Even the recollection of willow

this this is.

fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear. 3 The

Dear Brotus,

rushes by the grey nuns’ pond: ah eh oh let

land me arrears.

me sigh too. Coalmansbell: behoves you

Rockaby, babel,

handmake of the load. Jenny Wren: pick, peck.

flatten a wall.

Johnny Post: pack, puck. 4 All the world’s in

How he broke the

want and is writing a letters.
5 A
letters from a

good news to

person to a place about a thing. And all the

Gent.

world’s on wish to be carrying a letters. A let-

ters to a king about a treasure from a cat. 6

When men want to write a letters. Ten men,

ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a

ladder. And den men, dun men, fen men, fun

men, hen men, hun men went to raze a leader.

Is then any lettersday from many peoples,

Daganasanavitch? Empire, your outermost. 7

A posy cord. Plece.

We have wounded our way on foe tris

prince till that force in the gill is faint afarred

1 Gosem pher, gezumpher, greeze a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him!

2 And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth

her bothom dolours he’d have a culious impressiom on the diminitive that

chafes our ends.

3 When I’am Enastella and am taken for Essastessa I’ll do that droop on

the

pohlmann’s piano.

4 Heavenly twinges, if it’s one of his I’ll fearly feint as swoon as he

enter-

rooms.

5 To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And