Complete Works of James Joyce (201 page)

puncture. So he done it. Luck! See her good.

Well, well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that’s

very lovely ! We like Simperspreach Hammel-

tones to fellow Selvertunes O’Haggans. 3 When

he rolls over his ars and shows the hise of his

heels. Vely lovely entilely! Like a yangsheep-

slang with the tsifengtse. So analytical plaus-

ible ! And be the powers of Moll Kelly, neigh-

bour topsowyer, it will be a lozenge to me all

my lauffe. 4 More better twofeller we been speak

copperads. Ever thought about Guinness’s?

And the regrettable Parson Rome’s advice?

1 Hen’s bens, are we soddy we missiled her?

2 I call that a scumhead.

3 Pure chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble. Gee

each owe tea eye smells fish. That’s U.

4 The Doodles family, Hoodle doodle,

fam.?

Primanouriture

SICK US A

and Ultimo-

Want to join the police. 1 You know, you were

SOCK WITH

geniture

always one of the bright ones, since a foot

SOME SEDI-

No Sturm. No

made you an unmentionable,fakes ! You know,

MENT IN IT

Drang.

you’re the divver’s own smart gossoon, aequal

FOR THE

to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you

SAKE OF OUR

are, hoax! You know, you’ll be dampned, so

DARNING

you will, one of these invernal days but you

WIVES

will be,carrotty! 2

Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look

time he stop long ground who here hurry he

would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet

me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob’s3

and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws

at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and

could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the

rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo I read, such a

spanish, escribibis all your mycoscoups) wont

to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to

me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor

for, while that Other by the halp of his creac-

tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from

the booty of fight our Same with the holp

of the bounty of food sought to delubberate

the mess from his corructive mund, with his

muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking

with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and

spirals’ wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil-

ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see

around the waste of noland’s browne jesus 4

(thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin

sweat the juggaleer’s veins (quench his quill!)

in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam-

1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?

2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.

3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?

4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits!