Complete Works of James Joyce (189 page)

when

you’re done push the chain.

6 With her modesties office.

7 Strutting as proud as a great turquin weggin that cuckhold on his

Eddems

and Clay’s hat.

and the face in the treebark feigns afear. This

MODES COA-

is rainstones ringing. Strangely cult for this

LESCING

ceasing of the yore. But Erigureen is ever.

PROLIFER-

Pot price pon patrilinear plop, if the osseletion

ATE HOMO-

of the onkring gives omen nome? Since alls

GENUINE

war that end war let sports be leisure and

HOMOGEN-

bring and buy fair. Ah ah athclete, blest your

EITY.

bally bathfeet! Towntoquest, fortorest, the

hour that hies is hurley. A halt for hearsake. 1

1 Come, smooth of my slate,to the beat of my blosh! With all these gelded

ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms three’s so

much

more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing

times of

putting an end to myself and my malody, when I remembered all your pupil-

teacher’s erringnesses in perfection class. You sh’undn’t write you can’t

if you

w’udn’t pass for undevelopmented. This is the propper way to say that, Sr.

If

it’s me chews to swallow all you saidn’t you can eat my words for it as

sure as

there’s a key in my kiss. Quick erit faciofacey. When we will conjugate

to-

gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour, verbe de

vie

and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for

ever. Your are me severe? Then rue. My intended, Jr, who I’m throne away

on, (here he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon) when I slip through my

pettigo

I’ll get my decree and take seidens when I’m not ploughed first by some

Rolando the Lasso, and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my

collage

juniorees who, though they flush fuchsia, are they octette and virginity

in my

shade but always my figurants. They may be yea of my year but they’re

nary

nay of my day. Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in

to pry

they’ll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending mar-

riage. Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the

gamest

game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuring trot is her and she

vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive d’Oyly

and Winnie Carr,bejupers, they reized the dressing of a salandmon and how

a

peeper costs and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwaimen. It most have

bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrine von Terrefin.

Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all

should

I forget to) bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn’t it just divining that dog of a

dag

in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt’s altar, as cooledas as

cul-

cumbre, slapping my straights till the sloping ruins, postillion,

postallion, a

swinge a swank, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them horners

stagstruck on the leasward! Don’t be of red, you blanching mench! This

isabella I’m on knows the ruelles of the rut and she don’t fear andy

mandy. So

sing loud, sweet cheeriot, like anegreon in heaven! The good fother with

the

twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us

with

for our allmichael good. Amum. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth

is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it’s the surplice money, oh my

young

friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the

clothes.

Bibelous hics-

A scene at sight. Or dreamoneire. Which

tory and Barbar-

they shall memorise. By her freewritten

assa harestary.

Hopely for ear that annalykeses if scares for