Assigned reading (2/2 paragraphs [] plus 170 notes) [secondary] [McH]
Hinnessy/Dooley/HinDoo = fair/dark/mixed = Shaun/Shem/Tristan = lipoleums
FDV: "This is lipoleum hennessy that spy the Willingdone on his big white harse. This is the three little lopoleums. This is the hinnessy that spy the Willingdone, this is the dooley that get the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hindoo Shim Shin between the dooleyboy & the hinnessy. Tip. This is the Willingdone, he laugh that his [...] a flag-o'-the-ffrinch lipoleums. This is the Willingdone hang the flag o' lipoleum on the tail of his big white harse. This the hindoo hattermad shoot the hat of lipoleums off the tail & the hat of lipoleum off of the back of the big wide harse. Tip. This way the mewseyroom. Mind your boots going out. Phew! How warming to have been in there! But how keling is the airabouts here! Such reasonable weather too. The wind is so westerly" (notice that the flag is revised to a hat)
Emerging from the museyroom we find lots of imagery suggesting ALP as a hen gathering battlefield relics/trash. [♬ Down a down hey down hey down]
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This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief,
ReplyDeletethat spy on the same Willingdone from his big white harse, the Capeinhope.
Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny.
Lipoleums is nice hung bushellors.
This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone.
This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy.
This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooleyboy and the hinnessy. Tip.
This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums
fromoud of the bluddlefilth.
This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob.
This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums
up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip.
That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit!
This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp,
waggling his tailoscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums
to insoult on the hinndoo seeboy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!)
This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone:
Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!
This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman,
tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin. Basucker youstead!
This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums
off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse. Tip. (Bullseye! Game!)
How Copenhagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out!
Phew!
What a warm time we were in there
but how keling is here the airabouts!
We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone
for the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthorn!
It's a candlelitten houthse of a month and one windies.
Downadown, High Downadown. And nummered quaintlymine.
And such reasonable weather too!
The wagrant wind'z awalt'z around the piltdowns
and on every blasted knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more)
there's that gnarlybird ygathering,
a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle,
wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle,
whinealittle, kenalittle, helfalittle, pelfalittle gnarlybird.
A verytableland of bleakbardfields!
Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar.
His glav toside him. Skud ontorsed.
Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.