Assigned reading
(16 pars [] plus 103 notes)
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synopsis: 'rural nightfall — an upcoming funeral and wake, Fanciulla — of letters, memorising liquid music — Issy's letter'
"♬ you have to pay the piper When he tootles on the flute "
"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 wend to raze a leader." ♬
"How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix"
6DV: "Beware of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla. And her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence and how both will be ready maid marrying when Jollicomes matching home. She may swoon over Shelly to get a crush on the coalman or learn from Dalcroze how to drop her umbrella, but her true line is to beg 2 makes for a wing but when there's no more tay for sugar the cosy."
7DV: "...cheat your choker and chew the cud... sense in proper words from any posycard that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma. Quid vobis videtur? Even recollecting of a tree is far too lovely a spellbinder for her to listen.... Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla, fluff, and her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence, la pura e pia bella of those hazelblue eyes of woodside beauty and that linefree face. What painter would do them justice? Yet. Add to these that musicalsneeze of hers and and those little pagars. All four will be readymaid marrying and disengaged for real palship with all or any hellsent lovethieves or beauty burglars who have scraped her acquaintance when Jollycomes out for it mashing home. And if one has no abjection one may go to the length of saying: a very good thing too. Groomsman, bridegame, spouseman, prey. Though her loinstones be of jade and her moon increscent... she will swoon over Percy Busshe so as, in the Askimwhose, to get a crush on the coalman cornerman and only learn from Dalcroze teachment the how to drop her gift umbrella. See! See! But her truest foible, as the little grey nuns with feline ingenuity will school her without fuss or muss either, with Brother Agnus in their background, since today is well thine but whose will tomorrow's be, is to beg two makes in change for one wing. But when there's no more tay for sugar the cosey and she's looked her last on lonesomeness for arrives that divinity showshapes their ends backview them how we will... so as to befit him for the massacre, by pitchcap prob and triangle tripos... if a Flabby with Flappers ever so unclyunctous must she to send him a chain letter on her modesty' service, to be slipped on, to be slept on, to be conned, to be kept a dayclear azure... Your other one may have her picture photo leaning against her Piggott's piano"
mysteries:
[06:02-07:51]
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
Page 277
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synopsis: 'rural nightfall — an upcoming funeral and wake'
6DV: "Dogs' vespers (dodge the gobbet from cor to occur, cheat your choker and chew the cud) are at end... What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old king of the chiefline in his sevencoloured sundaysuit sundaykilts of fall wear, must be killed off bumped off most basely as the chaldee rite has it and sent the way of his fathers as were he not their monarch at all but simpler vintner of vendibles, food gatherer but no more, for all his four gorges, withsamt his slapmother banshee dam a woman of show if even a lady and obviously a respectable one and a horrible hen, Annmette of her little name, and embalmed in honey for dynastic continuity, rivers breaking forth for joy at his funeral! ...For how many duitsch guilders would one post now, the Fuminian road or Shanks' mare, to the pillar? ...For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? Why for? And for what will all such a taradiddle serve them in an after reeraw life with oils and tins cheerful but guildeds glum? If a gas consumer, habituated to marble mantels, buys any number of scrupules of apples every other frosty Friday during a whole lean year at the weight of too many sesterces a pound overthepoise, ...taking abbaco as seven point seven and letting foundling of bulrushes stand for any woman, what a grand total of sentinels in reindeer pelts and aided by a spick span of homeless cattle, fed upon Trinidad's shell cocoa and miring in sheets and sheets of showers will it take to paper a trench even so mucky longer than a cobbler's bulk is broad? ...in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around... Hot work does us no harm and pending this time he who (bless his cowly head!) is going to be a pope but first an acolyte, suckled at the breast of a peasant fosteress, who having aten knots of knowledge because he nought would wet his weapon... while still preserving that stained glass face effect (you would surely swear butter would not melt in his breeches) and piling up sapience, an omnitude of jadg and daktar as sagely as Anisocrates."
mysteries:
[04:02-06:02]
synopsis: 'rural nightfall — an upcoming funeral and wake'
6DV: "Dogs' vespers (dodge the gobbet from cor to occur, cheat your choker and chew the cud) are at end... What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old king of the chiefline in his sevencoloured sundaysuit sundaykilts of fall wear, must be killed off bumped off most basely as the chaldee rite has it and sent the way of his fathers as were he not their monarch at all but simpler vintner of vendibles, food gatherer but no more, for all his four gorges, withsamt his slapmother banshee dam a woman of show if even a lady and obviously a respectable one and a horrible hen, Annmette of her little name, and embalmed in honey for dynastic continuity, rivers breaking forth for joy at his funeral! ...For how many duitsch guilders would one post now, the Fuminian road or Shanks' mare, to the pillar? ...For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? Why for? And for what will all such a taradiddle serve them in an after reeraw life with oils and tins cheerful but guildeds glum? If a gas consumer, habituated to marble mantels, buys any number of scrupules of apples every other frosty Friday during a whole lean year at the weight of too many sesterces a pound overthepoise, ...taking abbaco as seven point seven and letting foundling of bulrushes stand for any woman, what a grand total of sentinels in reindeer pelts and aided by a spick span of homeless cattle, fed upon Trinidad's shell cocoa and miring in sheets and sheets of showers will it take to paper a trench even so mucky longer than a cobbler's bulk is broad? ...in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around... Hot work does us no harm and pending this time he who (bless his cowly head!) is going to be a pope but first an acolyte, suckled at the breast of a peasant fosteress, who having aten knots of knowledge because he nought would wet his weapon... while still preserving that stained glass face effect (you would surely swear butter would not melt in his breeches) and piling up sapience, an omnitude of jadg and daktar as sagely as Anisocrates."
mysteries:
[04:02-06:02]
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Page 276
Assigned reading
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synopsis: 'a side-story — the family story, rural nightfall — an upcoming funeral and wake'
evening means barking dogs, and bats?
6DV: "Dogs' vespers... are at end. Yet wind will be ere fruminy time and the saying of fadervor be come and asterisks congealed behind the curtain during office hours answer the most devouted of us until it gets bright and all cocks waken. Flying too are the evenbirds. And, for one superstationer at least, the hearse of the kine shall pass at last before the two birds, titlark morningales, outbreak in dawn song. What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old king of the chiefline in his sevencoloured sundaysuit sundaykilts of fall wear... and, dove without gall, that backslapping gladhander and his singing likeness who lives more in florid future than in the past of bloody altars Sulks and [...] le petit qui ne veut pas manger sa soupe et at and Smiles and Smidges le petit qui trie sa langue quand on lui dit de le faire with her, the twillick of a brace of boylets, whose mind's a jilldaw's nest (seeks sit as nurse or widow firm dress improvers, armslength waistband, good milker, would take the pledge, write P. 10 to lorette commercials ) since she tears up bethrottle letters she ne'er posed a pen upon when bother her goldfashioned's in such a queer of a mood that she simply can't stand it, a couple and an odd one they strive and in earnest of kidlambs. As if that three could solve, singly or together, the twohornheaded dulcarnon, handed round aurally since Euclid's patent, that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pilfer turnips. But, my hat, and beadroll of saints thereonto, what a worldall's woe of weariness is theirs, waiting to hear their own proper mistakes... Will it make of one a good milker this having been bread and buttered up in Porterstown on superlatives and under duress of sternanders? For so long as shes in dimity underalls even if one piece ensembled with her lapbitch companion read Storycarrier's holy marrimony series of love thanks to upholstery and in applepie bed, such as Irish Destiny in four reels, in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around, as it is wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at long leash may hope to happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamie and marry Meg. Were she the lamp of the lighthouse herself simpletenuously of her natural, she's a merbaby so [...] Why the devilkins ask any Tossy Madden in Yesland or Nervous Nelly of Holy God, whatever be her hoydenname, sense in proper words from any posycard that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma... la pura e pia bella of those hazelblue eyes of woodside beauty and that linefree face. What painter would do them justice? Yet. Add to these that musicalsneeze of hers and and those little pagars. All four will be readymaid marrying and disengaged for real palship with all or any hellsent lovethieves or beauty burglars who have scraped her acquaintance when Jollycomes out for it mashing home. And if one has no abjection one may go to the length of saying: a very good thing too. Groomsman, bridegame, spouseman, prey. Though her loinstones be of jade and her moon increscent,.. as, in the Askimwhose... will be a coward's castle pulpiticianer... but is ating, as he thinks at present, for his private salivation of the petrified knuts of knowledge and reckoning runes off a blackthorn messagestick, so as to befit him for the massacre... an omnitude"
mysteries:
[01:55-04:02]
synopsis: 'a side-story — the family story, rural nightfall — an upcoming funeral and wake'
evening means barking dogs, and bats?
6DV: "Dogs' vespers... are at end. Yet wind will be ere fruminy time and the saying of fadervor be come and asterisks congealed behind the curtain during office hours answer the most devouted of us until it gets bright and all cocks waken. Flying too are the evenbirds. And, for one superstationer at least, the hearse of the kine shall pass at last before the two birds, titlark morningales, outbreak in dawn song. What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old king of the chiefline in his sevencoloured sundaysuit sundaykilts of fall wear... and, dove without gall, that backslapping gladhander and his singing likeness who lives more in florid future than in the past of bloody altars Sulks and [...] le petit qui ne veut pas manger sa soupe et at and Smiles and Smidges le petit qui trie sa langue quand on lui dit de le faire with her, the twillick of a brace of boylets, whose mind's a jilldaw's nest (seeks sit as nurse or widow firm dress improvers, armslength waistband, good milker, would take the pledge, write P. 10 to lorette commercials ) since she tears up bethrottle letters she ne'er posed a pen upon when bother her goldfashioned's in such a queer of a mood that she simply can't stand it, a couple and an odd one they strive and in earnest of kidlambs. As if that three could solve, singly or together, the twohornheaded dulcarnon, handed round aurally since Euclid's patent, that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pilfer turnips. But, my hat, and beadroll of saints thereonto, what a worldall's woe of weariness is theirs, waiting to hear their own proper mistakes... Will it make of one a good milker this having been bread and buttered up in Porterstown on superlatives and under duress of sternanders? For so long as shes in dimity underalls even if one piece ensembled with her lapbitch companion read Storycarrier's holy marrimony series of love thanks to upholstery and in applepie bed, such as Irish Destiny in four reels, in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around, as it is wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at long leash may hope to happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamie and marry Meg. Were she the lamp of the lighthouse herself simpletenuously of her natural, she's a merbaby so [...] Why the devilkins ask any Tossy Madden in Yesland or Nervous Nelly of Holy God, whatever be her hoydenname, sense in proper words from any posycard that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma... la pura e pia bella of those hazelblue eyes of woodside beauty and that linefree face. What painter would do them justice? Yet. Add to these that musicalsneeze of hers and and those little pagars. All four will be readymaid marrying and disengaged for real palship with all or any hellsent lovethieves or beauty burglars who have scraped her acquaintance when Jollycomes out for it mashing home. And if one has no abjection one may go to the length of saying: a very good thing too. Groomsman, bridegame, spouseman, prey. Though her loinstones be of jade and her moon increscent,.. as, in the Askimwhose... will be a coward's castle pulpiticianer... but is ating, as he thinks at present, for his private salivation of the petrified knuts of knowledge and reckoning runes off a blackthorn messagestick, so as to befit him for the massacre... an omnitude"
mysteries:
[01:55-04:02]
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
[II.2's "footnotes by the girl"]
[Here's all Issy's footnotes for analysis]
Rawmeash, quoshe with her girlic teangue If old Herod with the Cormwell's eczema was to go for me like he does Snuffler whatever about his blue canaries I'd do nine months for his beaver beard.
Mater Mary Mercerycordial of the Dripping Nipples, milk's a queer arrangement.
Real life behind the floodlights as shown by the best exponents of a royal divorce.
When we play dress grownup at alla ludo poker you'll be happnessised to feel how fetching I can look in clingarounds.
Kellywick, Longfellow's Lodgings, House of Comments, 111 Cake Walk, Amusing Avenue, Salt Hill, Co. Mahogany, Izalond, Terra Firma.
Groupname for grapejuice.
Bhing, said her burglar's head, soto poce.
Jussive smirte and ye mermon answerth from his bellyingplace below the tightmark, Gotahelv!
O Evol, kool in the salg and ees how Dozi pits what a drows er.
A goodrid croven in a tynwalled tub.
Apis amat aram.
Luna legit librum.
Pulla petit pascua.
And after dinn to shoot the shades.
Says blistered Mary Achinhead to beautifed Tummy Tullbutt.
Begge.
To go to Begge.
To go to Begge and to be sure to reminder Begge.
Goodbeg, buggey Begge!
Huntler and Pumar's animal alphabites, the first in the world from aab to zoo.
We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of fightning, we float beyond the meditarenias and we come bask to the isle we love in spice.
Punt.
And this once golden bee a cimadoro.
And he was a gay Lutharius anyway, that Sinobiled.
You can tell by their extraordinary clothes.
Startnaked and bonedstiff.
We vivvy soddy.
All be dood.
When you dreamt that you'd wealth in marble arch do you ever think of pool beg slowe?
Porphyrious Olbion, redcoatliar, we were always wholly rose marines on our side every time.
Now a muss wash the little face.
A viking vernacular expression still used in the Summerhill district for a jerryhatted man of over forty who puts two fingers into his boiling soup-plate and licks them in turn to find out if there is enough mushroom catsup in the mutton broth.
Googlaa pluplu.
H'dk'fs h'fp'y.
Tomley.
The grown man.
A butcher szewched him the bloughs and braches, I'm chory to see, P. Shuter.
I believe in Dublin and the Sultan of Turkey.
I have heard this word used by Martin Halpin, an old gardener from the Glens of Antrim who used to do odd jobs for my godfather, the Rev. B.B. Brophy of Swords.
Ravens may rive so can dove deelish.
A question of pull.
For Rose Point see Inishmacsaint.
Mannequins' Pose.
Their holy presumption and hers sinfly desprit.
Anama anamaba anamabapa.
Only for he's fathering law I could skewer that old one and slosh her out many's the time but I thinks more of my pottles and ketts.
All abunk for Tarararat!
Look slippery, soppyhat, we've a doss in the manger.
One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.
Making it up as we goes along.
The law of the jungerl.
Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
I'd like his pink's cheek.
Frech devil in red hairing!
So that's why you ran away to sea, Mrs Lappy.
Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed! A washable lovable floatable doll.
If she can't follow suit Renée goes to the pack.
With her poodle feinting to be let off and feeling dead in herself.
Is love worse living?
Improper frictions is maledictions and mens uration makes me mad.
Llong and Shortts Primer of Black and White Wenchcraft.
The gaggles all out.
He's just bug nuts on white mate he hasn't the teath nor the grits to choo and that's what's wrong with Lang Wang Wurm, old worbbling goesbelly.
Dear and I trust in all frivolity I may be pardoned for trespassing but I think I may add hell.
He is my all menkind of every desception.
All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with a hole behind it.
Skip one, flop fore, jennies in the cabbage store.
None of your cumpholstery English here!
Understudy my understandings, Sostituta, and meek thine complinement, gymnufleshed.
Tho' I have one just like that at home, deadleaf brown with quicksilver appliques, would whollymost applissiate a nice shiny sleekysilk out of that slippering snake charmeuse.
As you say yourself.
What's that, ma'am? says I.
That's the lethemuse but it washes off.
Where he fought the shesshock of his stimmstammer and we caught the pepettes of our lovelives.
Shake eternity and lick creation.
I'm blest if I can see.
Hoppity Huhnyeye, hoosh the hen.
I like cluckers, you like nuts (wink).
Sweet, medium and dry like altar wine.
Who'll buy me penny babies?
Well, Maggy, I got your castoff devils all right and fits lovely.
And am vaguely graceful.
Maggy thanks.
My sex is no secret, sir, she said.
Yes there, Tad, thanks give from Tathair, look at that now!
Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!
If I gnows me gneesgnobs the both of him is gnatives of Genuas.
A glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please
All the world loves a big gleaming jelly.
A pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.
My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia.
It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look.
After me looking up the plan in Humphrey's Justice of the Piece it said to see preseeding chaps.
O boyjones and hairyoddities!
Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks.
Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born.
He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in these twowsers and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname.
My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes.
What I would like is a jade loinstone to go with the moon's increscent.
Parley vows the Askimwhose?
Ido, Ida.
And how to call a cattle black.
Moopetsi meepotsi.
I was so snug off in my apholster's creedle but at long leash I'll stretch more capritious in his dapplepied bed.
Pipette.
I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.
A liss in hunterland.
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.
And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.
Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?
Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicott and Vyler, the lays of ancient homes.
The stanidsglass effect. You could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks.
Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.
Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian with his bakset of yosters.
Gosempher, gezumpher, freeze a garry grim felon! Good bloke him!
And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth her bothom dolours he'd have a culious impressium on the diminity that chafes our ends.
When I am Ellastella and am taken for Essastessa I'll do that droop on the pohlmann's piano.
Heavenly twinges, if it's one of his I'll fearly feint as swoon as he enterrooms.
To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And when you're done push the chain.
With her modesties office.
Strutting as proud as a great turquin weggin that cuckhold on his Eddems and Clay's hat.
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 there'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 pupilteacher's erringnesses in perfection class. You sh'u'dn't write you ca'n't if you w'u'dn't pass for underdevelopmented. 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 together 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. You 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 viginity in my shade but always my figurants. They may be yea of my year but they're 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 marriage Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuresting 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 Salanadmon and how a peeper coster and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwainem. 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 cooled as a culcumber, 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 father with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good. Amum. And Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous friction and it's the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes.
The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for Valsinggiddyrex and his grand arks day triump.
Translout that gaswind into turfish, Teague, that's a good bog, and you, Thady, poliss it off, there's a nateswipe, on to your blottom pulper.
You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies and your fiashy foreign mail so here's my cowrie card, Idalgo, with all my exes, wise and sad.
All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go to the length of seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless himself.
While I'll wind the wildwoods' bluckbells among my window's weeds.
Lawdy Dawdy Simpers.
But where, O where, is me lickle dig done?
That's his whisper waltz I like from Pigott's with that Lancydancy step. Stop.
Twelve battles man, twentyeight bows of curls, forty bonnets woman and ever youthfully yours makes alleven add the hundred.
Gamester Damester in the road to Rouen he grows more like his deed every die.
Slash-the-Pill lifts the pellet. Run, Phoenix, run!
Dideney, Dadeney, Dudeney, O, I'd know that patch on your poll.
That is tottinghim in his boots.
Come all ye hapney coachers and support the richview press.
Braham Baruch he married his cook to Massach McKraw her uncle-in-law who wedded his widow to Hjalmar Kjaer who adapted his daughter to Braham the Bear. V for wadlock, P for shift, H for Lona the konkubine.
A gee is just a jay on the jaunts cowsway.
Talking about trilbits.
Barneycorrall, a precedent for the prodection of curiosity from childern.
A pfurty pscore of ruderic rossies haremhorde for his divelsion.
Look at your mad father on his boneshaker fraywhaling round Myriom square.
Try Asia for the assphallt body with the concreke soul and the forequarters of the moon behinding out of his phase.
Tomatoes malmalaid with De Quinceys salade can be tastily served with Indiana Blues on the violens.
As Rhombulus and Rhebus went building rhomes one day.
The trouveller.
Of the disorded visage.
Singlebarrelled names for doubleparalleled twixtytwins.
Like pudging a spoonfist of sugans into a sotspot of choucolout.
Will you walk into my wavetrap? said the spiter to the shy.
If we each could always do all we ever did.
Dope in Canorian words we've made. Spish from the Doc.
Basqueesh, Finnican, Hungulash and Old Teangtaggle, the only pure way to work a curse.
An ounceworth of onions for a pennyawealth of sobs.
Who brought us into the yellow world?
Because it's run on the mountain and river system.
When all them allied sloopers was ventitillated in their poppos and, sliding down by creek and veek, stole snaking out to sea.
They were plumped and plumed and jerried and citzens and racers, and cinnamondhued.
Creeping Crawley, petery parley, banished to his native Ireland from erring under Ryan.
Had our retrospectable fearfurther gotch mutchtatches?
That is to sight, when cleared of factions, vulgure and decimating.
They just spirits a body away.
Patatapadatback.
Dump her (the missuse).
Fox him! The leggy colt!
Do he not know that walleds had wars? Harring man is neow king. This is modeln times.
Muckross Abbey with the creepers taken o?.
Joke and Jilt will have their tilt.
Old Mamalujorum and rawrogerum.
Why have these puerile blonds those large flexible ears?
Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuffin.
No wonder Miss Dotsh took to veils and she descended from that obloquohy.
The bookley with the rushin's hat is Patomkin but I'm blowed if I knowed who the slave is doing behind the curtain.
O hce! O hce!
Six and seven the League.
It's all round me hat I'll wear a drooping dido.
Have you ever thought of hitching your stern and being ourdeaned, Mesther Booterfly, here's me and Myrtle is twinkling to know.
To show they caught preferment.
See the freeman's cuticatura by Fennella.
Just one big booty's pot.
Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he died a natural death.
Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral.
Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.
Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag'll row!
Draumcondra's Dreamcountry where the betterlies blow.
O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that old Pantifox Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture?
Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids' and dolls' home. Makeacakeache.
A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.
Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning.
At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one.
Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.
We're all found of our anmal matter.
Say where! A timbrelfill of twinkletinkle.
Parsee ffrench for the upholdsterer would be delightered.
I'll pass out if the screw spliss his street.
Thargam then goeligum? If you sink I can, swimford. Suksumkale!
Hasitatense?
The impudence of that in girl's things!
The chape of Doña Speranza of the Nacion.
Ugol egal ogle. Mi vidim Mi.
It is, it is Sangannon's dream.
And all meinkind.
Whangpoos the paddle and whirr whee whoo.
I enjoy as good as anyone.
Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked.
The boast of the town.
Hen's bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
I call that a scumhead.
Pure chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble: Gee each owe tea eye smells fish. That's U.
The Doodles family, , ?, , X, , , . Hoodle doodle, fam?
Pickingon Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
Early morning, Sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?
What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits!
And she had to seek a pond's apeace to salve her suitorkins. Sued!
Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish!
When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with curtsey flowers.
A nastilow disigraible game.
Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the corner. Grunny Grant.
I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knocking spots off the Plumpduffs Pants.
Lifp year fends you all and moe, fouvenirs foft as fummer fnow, fweet willings and forget-uf-knots.
Gag his tubes yourself.
He, angel that I thought him, and he not eebel to speel eelyotripes, Mr Hellibly Divilcult!
When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance!
The Brownes de Browne-Browne of Castlehacknolan.
A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday!
Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap!
Wipe your glosses with what you know.
If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows tureens.
Alls Sings and Alls Howls.
Shake hams, as people sing.
From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice.
Not kilty. But the manajar was. He! He! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory MacGusty.
The divvy wants that babbling brook. Dear Auntie Emma Emma Eates.
Strike the day off, the nightcap's on nigh. Goney, goney gone!
R.C., disengaged, good character, would help, no salary.
Where Lily is a Lady found the nettle rash.
Bupabipibambuli, I can do what I like with what's me own. Nyamnyam.
Able seaman's caution.
Rarely equal and distinct in all things.
Jests and the Beastalk with a little rude hiding rod.
Wherry like the whaled prophet in a spookeerie.
What sins is pim money sans Paris?
I've lost the place, where was I?
Something happened that time I was asleep, torn letters or was there snow?
Mich for his pain, Nick in his past.
He has toglieresti in brodo all over his agrammatical parts of face and as for that hippofoxphiz, unlucky number, late for the christening!
Eh, Monsieur? Où, Monsieur? Eu, Monsieur? Nenni non, Monsieur!
Ere we hit the hay, brothers, let's have that response to prayer!
Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!
And gags for skool and crossbuns and whopes he'll enjoyimsolff over our drawings on the line!
Rawmeash, quoshe with her girlic teangue If old Herod with the Cormwell's eczema was to go for me like he does Snuffler whatever about his blue canaries I'd do nine months for his beaver beard.
Mater Mary Mercerycordial of the Dripping Nipples, milk's a queer arrangement.
Real life behind the floodlights as shown by the best exponents of a royal divorce.
When we play dress grownup at alla ludo poker you'll be happnessised to feel how fetching I can look in clingarounds.
Kellywick, Longfellow's Lodgings, House of Comments, 111 Cake Walk, Amusing Avenue, Salt Hill, Co. Mahogany, Izalond, Terra Firma.
Groupname for grapejuice.
Bhing, said her burglar's head, soto poce.
Jussive smirte and ye mermon answerth from his bellyingplace below the tightmark, Gotahelv!
O Evol, kool in the salg and ees how Dozi pits what a drows er.
A goodrid croven in a tynwalled tub.
Apis amat aram.
Luna legit librum.
Pulla petit pascua.
And after dinn to shoot the shades.
Says blistered Mary Achinhead to beautifed Tummy Tullbutt.
Begge.
To go to Begge.
To go to Begge and to be sure to reminder Begge.
Goodbeg, buggey Begge!
Huntler and Pumar's animal alphabites, the first in the world from aab to zoo.
We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of fightning, we float beyond the meditarenias and we come bask to the isle we love in spice.
Punt.
And this once golden bee a cimadoro.
And he was a gay Lutharius anyway, that Sinobiled.
You can tell by their extraordinary clothes.
Startnaked and bonedstiff.
We vivvy soddy.
All be dood.
When you dreamt that you'd wealth in marble arch do you ever think of pool beg slowe?
Porphyrious Olbion, redcoatliar, we were always wholly rose marines on our side every time.
Now a muss wash the little face.
A viking vernacular expression still used in the Summerhill district for a jerryhatted man of over forty who puts two fingers into his boiling soup-plate and licks them in turn to find out if there is enough mushroom catsup in the mutton broth.
Googlaa pluplu.
H'dk'fs h'fp'y.
Tomley.
The grown man.
A butcher szewched him the bloughs and braches, I'm chory to see, P. Shuter.
I believe in Dublin and the Sultan of Turkey.
I have heard this word used by Martin Halpin, an old gardener from the Glens of Antrim who used to do odd jobs for my godfather, the Rev. B.B. Brophy of Swords.
Ravens may rive so can dove deelish.
A question of pull.
For Rose Point see Inishmacsaint.
Mannequins' Pose.
Their holy presumption and hers sinfly desprit.
Anama anamaba anamabapa.
Only for he's fathering law I could skewer that old one and slosh her out many's the time but I thinks more of my pottles and ketts.
All abunk for Tarararat!
Look slippery, soppyhat, we've a doss in the manger.
One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.
Making it up as we goes along.
The law of the jungerl.
Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
I'd like his pink's cheek.
Frech devil in red hairing!
So that's why you ran away to sea, Mrs Lappy.
Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed! A washable lovable floatable doll.
If she can't follow suit Renée goes to the pack.
With her poodle feinting to be let off and feeling dead in herself.
Is love worse living?
Improper frictions is maledictions and mens uration makes me mad.
Llong and Shortts Primer of Black and White Wenchcraft.
The gaggles all out.
He's just bug nuts on white mate he hasn't the teath nor the grits to choo and that's what's wrong with Lang Wang Wurm, old worbbling goesbelly.
Dear and I trust in all frivolity I may be pardoned for trespassing but I think I may add hell.
He is my all menkind of every desception.
All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with a hole behind it.
Skip one, flop fore, jennies in the cabbage store.
None of your cumpholstery English here!
Understudy my understandings, Sostituta, and meek thine complinement, gymnufleshed.
Tho' I have one just like that at home, deadleaf brown with quicksilver appliques, would whollymost applissiate a nice shiny sleekysilk out of that slippering snake charmeuse.
As you say yourself.
What's that, ma'am? says I.
That's the lethemuse but it washes off.
Where he fought the shesshock of his stimmstammer and we caught the pepettes of our lovelives.
Shake eternity and lick creation.
I'm blest if I can see.
Hoppity Huhnyeye, hoosh the hen.
I like cluckers, you like nuts (wink).
Sweet, medium and dry like altar wine.
Who'll buy me penny babies?
Well, Maggy, I got your castoff devils all right and fits lovely.
And am vaguely graceful.
Maggy thanks.
My sex is no secret, sir, she said.
Yes there, Tad, thanks give from Tathair, look at that now!
Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!
If I gnows me gneesgnobs the both of him is gnatives of Genuas.
A glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please
All the world loves a big gleaming jelly.
A pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.
My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia.
It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look.
After me looking up the plan in Humphrey's Justice of the Piece it said to see preseeding chaps.
O boyjones and hairyoddities!
Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks.
Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born.
He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in these twowsers and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname.
My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes.
What I would like is a jade loinstone to go with the moon's increscent.
Parley vows the Askimwhose?
Ido, Ida.
And how to call a cattle black.
Moopetsi meepotsi.
I was so snug off in my apholster's creedle but at long leash I'll stretch more capritious in his dapplepied bed.
Pipette.
I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.
A liss in hunterland.
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.
And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.
Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?
Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicott and Vyler, the lays of ancient homes.
The stanidsglass effect. You could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks.
Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.
Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian with his bakset of yosters.
Gosempher, gezumpher, freeze a garry grim felon! Good bloke him!
And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth her bothom dolours he'd have a culious impressium on the diminity that chafes our ends.
When I am Ellastella and am taken for Essastessa I'll do that droop on the pohlmann's piano.
Heavenly twinges, if it's one of his I'll fearly feint as swoon as he enterrooms.
To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And when you're done push the chain.
With her modesties office.
Strutting as proud as a great turquin weggin that cuckhold on his Eddems and Clay's hat.
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 there'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 pupilteacher's erringnesses in perfection class. You sh'u'dn't write you ca'n't if you w'u'dn't pass for underdevelopmented. 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 together 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. You 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 viginity in my shade but always my figurants. They may be yea of my year but they're 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 marriage Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuresting 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 Salanadmon and how a peeper coster and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwainem. 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 cooled as a culcumber, 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 father with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good. Amum. And Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous friction and it's the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes.
The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for Valsinggiddyrex and his grand arks day triump.
Translout that gaswind into turfish, Teague, that's a good bog, and you, Thady, poliss it off, there's a nateswipe, on to your blottom pulper.
You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies and your fiashy foreign mail so here's my cowrie card, Idalgo, with all my exes, wise and sad.
All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go to the length of seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless himself.
While I'll wind the wildwoods' bluckbells among my window's weeds.
Lawdy Dawdy Simpers.
But where, O where, is me lickle dig done?
That's his whisper waltz I like from Pigott's with that Lancydancy step. Stop.
Twelve battles man, twentyeight bows of curls, forty bonnets woman and ever youthfully yours makes alleven add the hundred.
Gamester Damester in the road to Rouen he grows more like his deed every die.
Slash-the-Pill lifts the pellet. Run, Phoenix, run!
Dideney, Dadeney, Dudeney, O, I'd know that patch on your poll.
That is tottinghim in his boots.
Come all ye hapney coachers and support the richview press.
Braham Baruch he married his cook to Massach McKraw her uncle-in-law who wedded his widow to Hjalmar Kjaer who adapted his daughter to Braham the Bear. V for wadlock, P for shift, H for Lona the konkubine.
A gee is just a jay on the jaunts cowsway.
Talking about trilbits.
Barneycorrall, a precedent for the prodection of curiosity from childern.
A pfurty pscore of ruderic rossies haremhorde for his divelsion.
Look at your mad father on his boneshaker fraywhaling round Myriom square.
Try Asia for the assphallt body with the concreke soul and the forequarters of the moon behinding out of his phase.
Tomatoes malmalaid with De Quinceys salade can be tastily served with Indiana Blues on the violens.
As Rhombulus and Rhebus went building rhomes one day.
The trouveller.
Of the disorded visage.
Singlebarrelled names for doubleparalleled twixtytwins.
Like pudging a spoonfist of sugans into a sotspot of choucolout.
Will you walk into my wavetrap? said the spiter to the shy.
If we each could always do all we ever did.
Dope in Canorian words we've made. Spish from the Doc.
Basqueesh, Finnican, Hungulash and Old Teangtaggle, the only pure way to work a curse.
An ounceworth of onions for a pennyawealth of sobs.
Who brought us into the yellow world?
Because it's run on the mountain and river system.
When all them allied sloopers was ventitillated in their poppos and, sliding down by creek and veek, stole snaking out to sea.
They were plumped and plumed and jerried and citzens and racers, and cinnamondhued.
Creeping Crawley, petery parley, banished to his native Ireland from erring under Ryan.
Had our retrospectable fearfurther gotch mutchtatches?
That is to sight, when cleared of factions, vulgure and decimating.
They just spirits a body away.
Patatapadatback.
Dump her (the missuse).
Fox him! The leggy colt!
Do he not know that walleds had wars? Harring man is neow king. This is modeln times.
Muckross Abbey with the creepers taken o?.
Joke and Jilt will have their tilt.
Old Mamalujorum and rawrogerum.
Why have these puerile blonds those large flexible ears?
Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuffin.
No wonder Miss Dotsh took to veils and she descended from that obloquohy.
The bookley with the rushin's hat is Patomkin but I'm blowed if I knowed who the slave is doing behind the curtain.
O hce! O hce!
Six and seven the League.
It's all round me hat I'll wear a drooping dido.
Have you ever thought of hitching your stern and being ourdeaned, Mesther Booterfly, here's me and Myrtle is twinkling to know.
To show they caught preferment.
See the freeman's cuticatura by Fennella.
Just one big booty's pot.
Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he died a natural death.
Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral.
Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.
Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag'll row!
Draumcondra's Dreamcountry where the betterlies blow.
O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that old Pantifox Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture?
Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids' and dolls' home. Makeacakeache.
A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.
Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning.
At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one.
Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.
We're all found of our anmal matter.
Say where! A timbrelfill of twinkletinkle.
Parsee ffrench for the upholdsterer would be delightered.
I'll pass out if the screw spliss his street.
Thargam then goeligum? If you sink I can, swimford. Suksumkale!
Hasitatense?
The impudence of that in girl's things!
The chape of Doña Speranza of the Nacion.
Ugol egal ogle. Mi vidim Mi.
It is, it is Sangannon's dream.
And all meinkind.
Whangpoos the paddle and whirr whee whoo.
I enjoy as good as anyone.
Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked.
The boast of the town.
Hen's bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
I call that a scumhead.
Pure chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble: Gee each owe tea eye smells fish. That's U.
The Doodles family, , ?, , X, , , . Hoodle doodle, fam?
Pickingon Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
Early morning, Sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?
What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits!
And she had to seek a pond's apeace to salve her suitorkins. Sued!
Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish!
When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with curtsey flowers.
A nastilow disigraible game.
Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the corner. Grunny Grant.
I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knocking spots off the Plumpduffs Pants.
Lifp year fends you all and moe, fouvenirs foft as fummer fnow, fweet willings and forget-uf-knots.
Gag his tubes yourself.
He, angel that I thought him, and he not eebel to speel eelyotripes, Mr Hellibly Divilcult!
When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance!
The Brownes de Browne-Browne of Castlehacknolan.
A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday!
Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap!
Wipe your glosses with what you know.
If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows tureens.
Alls Sings and Alls Howls.
Shake hams, as people sing.
From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice.
Not kilty. But the manajar was. He! He! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory MacGusty.
The divvy wants that babbling brook. Dear Auntie Emma Emma Eates.
Strike the day off, the nightcap's on nigh. Goney, goney gone!
R.C., disengaged, good character, would help, no salary.
Where Lily is a Lady found the nettle rash.
Bupabipibambuli, I can do what I like with what's me own. Nyamnyam.
Able seaman's caution.
Rarely equal and distinct in all things.
Jests and the Beastalk with a little rude hiding rod.
Wherry like the whaled prophet in a spookeerie.
What sins is pim money sans Paris?
I've lost the place, where was I?
Something happened that time I was asleep, torn letters or was there snow?
Mich for his pain, Nick in his past.
He has toglieresti in brodo all over his agrammatical parts of face and as for that hippofoxphiz, unlucky number, late for the christening!
Eh, Monsieur? Où, Monsieur? Eu, Monsieur? Nenni non, Monsieur!
Ere we hit the hay, brothers, let's have that response to prayer!
Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!
And gags for skool and crossbuns and whopes he'll enjoyimsolff over our drawings on the line!
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[secondary]
[McH]
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synopsis: 'addressing the boys — lessons learned from history, a side-story — the family story'
"From
cenogenetic dichotomy [cd; splitting]
through
diagonistic conciliance [dc; merging]
to
dynastic continuity." [dc; succeeding]
(this sounds a bit like how sex evolved)
Pacata Hibernia
Auburn
why he (HCE) lied to her and she (ALP) tried to kill him [where else is this mentioned???]
[♬ where's may tomorrow be]
FDV: "from Brian Aulin, the chief culoteer. Scribbledehobbles are at their pensums. Trifid tongue"
VI.A "Brian $E"
VI.A "Brian O'Linn"
VI.A "Scribbledehobble"
VI.A "trut trifid tongue"
2DV: "from Brian Aulin, the chief culoteer. Scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums reading nails & biting lips. Trifid tongue others woo & work"
VI.A "T reads his nails"
VI.A "others work or woo for T"
VI.A ""
3DV: "from Bryan Aulining, Erin's hircohaired culoteer. While standfast and flower {face full of flesh and fat as hen's in forehead} discusst the past {the angerache of their love & the hungerbrewd} and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost, scribbledehoys are bent on their pensums."
4DV: "While one word burrows another, standfest towelturbaned and flower in her wrap around, face full of flesh and fat as hen's in forehead Airy Anna & Blue Bart {royal pair in the house of the 100 bottles} discusst the past the angerache of their love & the hungerbrewd it bore them {the fairs at home & expurge trade} and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost the shellroad path from dayfal to the shrilling of the crowcrested, scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums."
VI.A "one word borrows another"
VI.A "towel on his head"
VI.A "wraparound skirt"
VI.A "face full of flesh"
VI.A "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"
VI.A "Airyanna & Bluebart"
VI.A "royal pair"
VI.A "house of the hundred bottles"
VI.A "E & △ discuss the past"
VI.A "hungerbrood"
VI.A "expurge trade"
VI.A "put his left foot foremost"
VI.A "shellroad"
VI.A "dayfall"VI.A "the cock shrilled"
VI.A ""
VI.A ""
6DV: "While way back home in Pacata Hibernia, little land untilled, Holy greeny iland, gammel Eire, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, our topical hero, signs is on his big bastille back and his white patch, the towelturbaned, and Flower, a silvering for her jubilee with eve's birch leaves for her jointure, our lady in waving, girt with a wraparound, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's in forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart, topsir and turvy, that royal pair, in their ofttimes slated house of the hundred bottles, a palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know) discusst their things of the past, his sea armstrongs round her, her eyne ashipwracked, (though of course he's too big for her with such a lot of fulness bunched up behind him) the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, but simpler vintner of vendibles why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture while pas pas on the ark of 3 or 6,000 tossings, are head bent hard upon their theorems. It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled... Why the devilkins ask any Tossy Madden in Yesland or Nervous Nelly of Holy God, whatever be her hoydenname, sense in proper words from any posycard that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma. Quid vobis videtur? Even recollecting of a tree is far too lovely a spellbinder for her to listen. Small blame be hers therefore that she shook her simply shoe off at geography giggle, doing provinces of Persia, and Alpennines and all that stuff, when Pa let me go too's tonic sulphur was outsung with a whispered wilfulness heard fore you could whistle an Ave from Hazelizod round this giddying globe! Remember she speaks Cashmir and you, allbeyon her intended, cannot her industand... since today is well thine but whose will tomorrow's be, is to beg two makes in change for one wing. But when there's no more tay for sugar the cosey and she's looked her last on lonesomeness for arrives that divinity showshapes their ends backview them how we will. For singleness on purpose is all their gender's bugbear especially when old which they all soon get to look. Pendent this time there he who for his priority will be either crowned as hanged scans the errors of history from a parrotbook of Datas traduced into jinglish janglage and ligatured in halfcalf for the usages of dolphons born. If the santimeter of Hairyoddities, that dull emitter, or Noah's misbelieving Annalfabetter, missus was to velivole back all the ways by long acres of sea from Wallhollow and through their macroscope telluspeep of whatswhatness, thick about read just boyjones upon these obscolene pages, about the things that did having place at all for pretty safe menly, she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shake all to sheeks... (bless his cowly head!)"
VI.A "1769 Teleph"
VI.A "in her veins, ran a mixture"
VI.A "she tossed on the couch of separation and her eyes were blackened by the punch of sleeplessness"
VI.A "Tossy Madden"
VI.A "annuals (flowers)"
VI.A "quid vobis videtur extra omnes"
VI.A "$I trees too beautiful for her to listen"
VI.A "spellbound"
VI.A "$I takes off shoes at the dinner"
VI.A "giggly chair"
VI.A "all that sort of thing"
VI.A "T's whisper heard in Pekin"
VI.A "today is thine whose tomorrow"
VI.A "I begs 2 makes for a wing"
VI.A "no more tay for sugar the cosey"
VI.A "looked his last upon her"
VI.A "divinity that shapes their ends backview them how we will"
VI.A "either be crowned or hanged"
VI.A "history told by parrot"
VI.A "foul traducers"
VI.A "analfabeta"
VI.A "$[ sees jinnies through telescope"
VI.A "the boy Jones"
VI.A "once laughed that fat that after that when she sat flat on her fat arks they was all sheeks"
VI.A "bededeto de Dio (G. bless yr head)"
VI.A ""
deleted!?? "the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em"
time is 8pm?
mysteries:
[00:00-01:55]
synopsis: 'addressing the boys — lessons learned from history, a side-story — the family story'
"From
cenogenetic dichotomy [cd; splitting]
through
diagonistic conciliance [dc; merging]
to
dynastic continuity." [dc; succeeding]
(this sounds a bit like how sex evolved)
Pacata Hibernia
Auburn
why he (HCE) lied to her and she (ALP) tried to kill him [where else is this mentioned???]
[♬ where's may tomorrow be]
FDV: "from Brian Aulin, the chief culoteer. Scribbledehobbles are at their pensums. Trifid tongue"
VI.A "Brian $E"
VI.A "Brian O'Linn"
VI.A "Scribbledehobble"
VI.A "trut trifid tongue"
2DV: "from Brian Aulin, the chief culoteer. Scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums reading nails & biting lips. Trifid tongue others woo & work"
VI.A "T reads his nails"
VI.A "others work or woo for T"
VI.A ""
3DV: "from Bryan Aulining, Erin's hircohaired culoteer. While standfast and flower {face full of flesh and fat as hen's in forehead} discusst the past {the angerache of their love & the hungerbrewd} and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost, scribbledehoys are bent on their pensums."
4DV: "While one word burrows another, standfest towelturbaned and flower in her wrap around, face full of flesh and fat as hen's in forehead Airy Anna & Blue Bart {royal pair in the house of the 100 bottles} discusst the past the angerache of their love & the hungerbrewd it bore them {the fairs at home & expurge trade} and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost the shellroad path from dayfal to the shrilling of the crowcrested, scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums."
VI.A "one word borrows another"
VI.A "towel on his head"
VI.A "wraparound skirt"
VI.A "face full of flesh"
VI.A "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"
VI.A "Airyanna & Bluebart"
VI.A "royal pair"
VI.A "house of the hundred bottles"
VI.A "E & △ discuss the past"
VI.A "hungerbrood"
VI.A "expurge trade"
VI.A "put his left foot foremost"
VI.A "shellroad"
VI.A "dayfall"VI.A "the cock shrilled"
VI.A ""
VI.A ""
6DV: "While way back home in Pacata Hibernia, little land untilled, Holy greeny iland, gammel Eire, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, our topical hero, signs is on his big bastille back and his white patch, the towelturbaned, and Flower, a silvering for her jubilee with eve's birch leaves for her jointure, our lady in waving, girt with a wraparound, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's in forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart, topsir and turvy, that royal pair, in their ofttimes slated house of the hundred bottles, a palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know) discusst their things of the past, his sea armstrongs round her, her eyne ashipwracked, (though of course he's too big for her with such a lot of fulness bunched up behind him) the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, but simpler vintner of vendibles why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture while pas pas on the ark of 3 or 6,000 tossings, are head bent hard upon their theorems. It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled... Why the devilkins ask any Tossy Madden in Yesland or Nervous Nelly of Holy God, whatever be her hoydenname, sense in proper words from any posycard that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma. Quid vobis videtur? Even recollecting of a tree is far too lovely a spellbinder for her to listen. Small blame be hers therefore that she shook her simply shoe off at geography giggle, doing provinces of Persia, and Alpennines and all that stuff, when Pa let me go too's tonic sulphur was outsung with a whispered wilfulness heard fore you could whistle an Ave from Hazelizod round this giddying globe! Remember she speaks Cashmir and you, allbeyon her intended, cannot her industand... since today is well thine but whose will tomorrow's be, is to beg two makes in change for one wing. But when there's no more tay for sugar the cosey and she's looked her last on lonesomeness for arrives that divinity showshapes their ends backview them how we will. For singleness on purpose is all their gender's bugbear especially when old which they all soon get to look. Pendent this time there he who for his priority will be either crowned as hanged scans the errors of history from a parrotbook of Datas traduced into jinglish janglage and ligatured in halfcalf for the usages of dolphons born. If the santimeter of Hairyoddities, that dull emitter, or Noah's misbelieving Annalfabetter, missus was to velivole back all the ways by long acres of sea from Wallhollow and through their macroscope telluspeep of whatswhatness, thick about read just boyjones upon these obscolene pages, about the things that did having place at all for pretty safe menly, she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shake all to sheeks... (bless his cowly head!)"
VI.A "1769 Teleph"
VI.A "in her veins, ran a mixture"
VI.A "she tossed on the couch of separation and her eyes were blackened by the punch of sleeplessness"
VI.A "Tossy Madden"
VI.A "annuals (flowers)"
VI.A "quid vobis videtur extra omnes"
VI.A "$I trees too beautiful for her to listen"
VI.A "spellbound"
VI.A "$I takes off shoes at the dinner"
VI.A "giggly chair"
VI.A "all that sort of thing"
VI.A "T's whisper heard in Pekin"
VI.A "today is thine whose tomorrow"
VI.A "I begs 2 makes for a wing"
VI.A "no more tay for sugar the cosey"
VI.A "looked his last upon her"
VI.A "divinity that shapes their ends backview them how we will"
VI.A "either be crowned or hanged"
VI.A "history told by parrot"
VI.A "foul traducers"
VI.A "analfabeta"
VI.A "$[ sees jinnies through telescope"
VI.A "the boy Jones"
VI.A "once laughed that fat that after that when she sat flat on her fat arks they was all sheeks"
VI.A "bededeto de Dio (G. bless yr head)"
VI.A ""
deleted!?? "the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em"
time is 8pm?
mysteries:
[00:00-01:55]
[Hayman's Draft Six, FW II.2]
[joyce rewrote this passage in 1934, evidently after deciding to move most of the Issy material into footnotes. the rewrite led to much rearrangement and some deletions, revealing unexpected priorities]
While way back home in Pacata Hibernia, little land untilled, Holy greeny iland, gammel Eire, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, our topical hero, signs is on hisbig bastille back and his white patch, the towelturbaned,
275 "way back home in Pacata Auburnia (untillably holy gammel Eire), one world burrowing on another... Standfest, our topiocal sagoa hero.... signs is on the bellygud's bastille back, bucked up with fullness, and his whitehatched patch, the towelturbaned,"
VI.A "one word borrows another"
VI.A "towel on his head"
and Flower, a silvering to her jubilee with eve's birch leaves for her jointure, our lady in waving, girt with a wraparound, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's in forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart, topsir and turvy, that royal pair, in their ofttimes slated house of the hundred bottles, a palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know)
275 "and Flower, a silvering to her jubilee, birchleaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's i' forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart, topsir and turvy, that royal pair, in their palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17·69, if you want to know),"
VI.A "wraparound skirt"
VI.A "face full of flesh"
VI.A "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"
VI.A "Airyanna & Bluebart"
VI.A "royal pair"
VI.A "1769 Teleph"
discusst their things of the past, his sea armstrongs round her, her eyne ashipwracked, (though of course he's too big for her with such a lot of fulness bunched up behind him) the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture while pas pas on the ark of 3 or 6,000 tossings, are head bent hard upon their theorems.
275 "his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked, have discusst their things of the past, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are head bent and hard upon."
275 "bucked up with fullness"
VI.A "E & △ discuss the past"
VI.A "hungerbrood"
VI.A "Scribbledehobble"
VI.A "in her veins, ran a mixture"
(the buried sentence diagram gives Standfest and Flower discussing, while the scribbledehobbles are bent)
{They have through stairladder and the corridor of the heart a many a merry of taproom tales {of Sim and Sam, a lais of ancient home to Llandudno chorals, the queerest quiss you'd care to quizz was Breman on the moor and Tom Fanagan's weak but he's still going strong}: how the lady O'Malley, a queen of graces, to the screes of Ben Edar came, to Hoved's chalet entrance raliss in hunterland, would night there but was denied, being unknown, so stole its heir, and went and came, again unknown, or her germaine, to earl changelord's hall but found it ever closed to her but her third veering when she sent in hercowriecard countycousine's, Annetta Little Pranksomepark, let an imp into the lime of the lawrences and planted the enjamblement of the castlegrounds under the head in the faculty of tedious chaos and sunpromeners. Where hunks may an her hantle courts enticing coorts enticin Amy may lose {amy loooky lass may be prived of} a pleat or so.}
[♬ Brennan on the Moor]
prankquean
It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled.
275 "Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled."
(7 is over, now it's 8?)
Dogs' vespers (dodge the gobbet from cor to occur, cheat your choker and chew the cud) are at end. {The fireraisers imbushed}
276 "Dogs' vespers are anending."
VI.A "frogs vespers"
277-278 "Some may seek to dodge the gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker's got to learn to chew the cud."
Yet wind will be ere fruminy time {(withpearls {perles} of Japon or El Dorado's opals, {the daindy furk, then the leckin o't})} and the saying of fadervor be
come and asterisks congealed behind the curtain during office hours
answer the most devouted of us until it gets bright and all cocks waken.
276 "Yet wind will be ere fadervor and the hour of fruminy"
VI.A "Queen Elizabeth ate frumenty for breakfast boiled wheat"
VI.A "frummetty"
276 "For (hushmagandy!) long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken"
Flying too are the evenbirds. And, for one superstationer at least, the hearse of the kine shall pass at last before the two birds, titlark morningales, outbreak in dawn song.
VI.A "bird flying on my left hand"
276 "with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep his peace"
273.L "Old Kine's Meat Meal."
273 "Like lilt of larks"
276 "and birds Diana with dawnsong hail. "
What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that oldking of
the chiefline in his sevencoloured sundaysuit sundaykilts of fall wear,
276-277 "we keep his peace who follow his law, Sunday King. His sevencoloured's soot"
VI.A "coat of 6 colours"
must bekilled off bumped off most basely as the chaldee rite has it and sent the way of his fathers as were he their monarch at all but
simpler vintner of vendibles, food gatherer but no more, for all his
four gorges, withsamt his slapmother banshee dam a woman of show if
even a lady and obviously a respectable one and a horrible hen, Annmette of her little name, and embalmed in honey for dynastic
continuity, rivers breaking forth for joy at his funeral!
VI.A "ile of Chaldees"
277.F1 "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."
275R "From cenogenetic dichotomy through diagonistic conciliance to dynastic continuity."
277 "And rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnrally."
But, trifid tongue, others woo will and work for, he being wise for them, because of his cleverism, till his very foes' heads are turned, and, dove without gall, that backslapping gladhander and his singing likeness who lives more in florid future than in the past of bloody altars
281 "But Bruto and Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues, the whispered wilfulness"
VI.A "trut trifid tongue"
VI.A "others work or woo for T"
276 "the backslapping gladhander free of his florid future and the other singing likeness dirging a past of bloody altars gale with a blost to him, dove without gall."
VI.A "backslapper gladhander"
VI.A "singing likeness"
VI.A "S P dove without gall"
Sulks and [...] le petit qui ne veut pas manger sa soupe et and Smiles and Smidges le petit qui trie sa langue quand on lui dit de le faire with her, the twillick of a brace of boylets, whose mind's a jilldaw's nest (seeks sit as nurse or widow firm dress improvers, armslength waistband, good milker, would take the pledge, write P. 10 to lorette commercials since she tears up bethrottle letters she ne'er posed a pen upon when bother her goldfashioned's in such a queer of a mood that she simply can't stand it,
(Issy material mostly kept in main text:)
VI.A "L B sulks like a young boy of 16"
276 "And she of the jilldaw's nest who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon yet sung of love and the monster man."
VI.A "mind a jackdaw's nest"
VI.A "good milker"
VI.A "$I2 tears up letters"
VI.A "hair in queer mood"
276.F2 "My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad"
a couple and an odd one they strive and in earnest of kidlambs.
VI.A "in sober earnest"
276.L07 "For all us kids under his aegis"
As if that three could solve, singly or together, the twohornheaded dulcarnon, handed round aurally since Euclid's patent, that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pilfer turnips.
276.L1 "Some is out for twoheaded dulcarnons but more pulfers turnips."
VI.A "dul carnon = 2 horned, 47th prop of Euclid or Alexander's 2 horn heads"
VI.A "to pulfer turnips"
"Alex... ander"
But, my hat, and beadroll of saints thereonto, what a worldall's woe of weariness is theirs, waiting to hear their own proper mistakes. For how many duitsch guilders would one post now, the Fuminian road or Shanks' mare, to the pillar?
275-276 "what a world's woe is each's other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own properer mistakes"
VI.A "$[ listens to hear his own mistakes"
277.L1 "Why so mucky spick bridges span our Fluminian road."
For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? Why for? And for what will all such a taradiddle serve them in an after reeraw life with oils and tins cheerful but guildeds glum? If a gas consumer, habituated to marble mantels, buys any number of scrupules of apples every other frosty Friday during a whole lean year at the weight of too many sesterces a pound overthepoise,
VI.A "reeraw"
VI.A "a gas consumer"
VI.A "marble mantles"
VI.A "sums about apples"
277.L "By lineal in pondus overthepoise."
taking abbaco as seven point seven and letting foundling of bulrushes stand for any woman, what a grand total of sentinels in reindeer pelts and aided by a spick span of homeless cattle, fed upon Trinidad's shell cocoa and miring in sheets and sheets of showers will it take to paper a trench even so mucky longer than a cobbler's bulk is broad?
VI.A "abbaco"
VI.A "bulrushes"
VI.A "stand for any W after the Tarara boom decayed"
VI.A "grand total"
VI.A "reindeer pelt"
277.L1 "Why so mucky spick bridges span our Fluminian road."
VI.A "Trinidad shell cocoa"
VI.A "cobbler bulk"
VI.A "sheets & sheets of rain"
Will it make of one a good milker this having been bread and buttered up in Porterstown on superlatives and under duress of sternanders? (Say, gipsy augur or weird wise woman?)
VI.A "good milker"
287-288 "pulled up, bred and battered"
276.L "Superlative absolute of Porterstown."
VI.A "brought up on superlatives"
282.R "Auguria."
287.L "Wolsherwomens at their weirdst."
Or will this alter, thick of his thigh, go to outlands in a peajacket as a roaming catharick and just not be silly or, caring dumb all toppings for the birthrate or the public his health, sit on another's seat gleeful as any girlsweller, and lean to loungily on his lentils? Wrong! Antitrust animal will live dangerously like Daredevil Donnelly and, mickleless as never a wight was, find somehow no matter how moreover and evermore the petty cash to crack diurnally a box of luciferts. Or if she seeks and mates an earth of heaven, the sweet one, will she lilt with convulsions that Barney take her home again?
VI.A "peajacket"
VI.A "lean on your lentils"
cf "I'll do that droop on the pohlmann's piano."?
281.F "You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies"
VI.A "smokes a whole box of matches" [ie one cigarette for each]
273 "Like lilt of larks"
Barney take me home again [sheetmusic]
VI.A "Irish colleen in heaven sings Barney, take me home again"
(Issy material mostly dropped)
For so long as shes in dimity underalls even if one piece ensembled with her lapbitch companion read Storycarrier's holy marrimony series of love thanks to upholstery and in applepie bed, such as Irish Destiny in four reels, in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around, as it is wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at long leash may hope to happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamie and marry Meg.
VI.A "read serial in tram"
276.F "I was so snug off in my apholster's creedle but at long leash I'll stretch more capritious in his dapplepied bed."
VI.A "Ʌ a lot of unexciting trousers"
277.F5 "You could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks."
VI.A "wholly probable (holy parable)"
(Issy material moved to footnotes)
Were she the lamp of the lighthouse herself simpletenuously of her natural, she's a merbaby so [...] Why the devilkins ask any Tossy Madden in Yesland or Nervous Nelly of Holy God, whatever be her hoydenname, sense in proper words from any posycard that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma.Quid vobis videtur? Even recollecting of a tree is far too lovely a spellbinder for her to listen. Small blame be hers therefore that she shook her simply shoe off at geography giggle, doing provinces of Persia, and Alpennines and all that stuff, when Pa let me go too's tonic sulphur was outsung with a whispered wilfulness heard fore you could whistle an Ave from Hazelizod round this giddying globe! Remember she speaks Cashmir and you, allbeyon her intended, cannot her industand.
VI.A "Tossy Madden"
276.F "and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname."
278.24 "A posy cord."
VI.A "annuals (flowers)"
VI.A "quid vobis videtur extra omnes"
278.08 "Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear."
VI.A "$I trees too beautiful for her to listen"
VI.A "spellbound"
VI.A "$I takes off shoes at the dinner"
VI.A "giggly chair"
VI.A "all that sort of thing"
VI.A "T's whisper heard in Pekin"
275.F "My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia."
261.25 "To see in his horrorscup he is mehrkurios than saltz of sulphur."
Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla, fluff, and her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence, la pura e pia bella of those hazelblue eyes of woodside beauty and that linefree face. What painter would do them justice? Yet. Add to these that musicalsneeze of hers and and those little pagars. All four will be readymaid marrying and disengaged for real palship with all or any hellsent lovethieves or beauty burglars who have scraped her acquaintance when Jollycomes out for it mashing home. And if one has no abjection one may go to the length of saying: a very good thing too. Groomsman, bridegame, spouseman, prey. Though her loinstones be of jade and her moon increscent,
278.07 "Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla!"
VI.A "peers gloveless when H.M. in Lords"
276.F "I dyeing to keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes."
275.F "Humphrey's Justice of the Piece"
306.F "R. C., disengaged, good character, would help, no salary."
296.20 "arrahquinonthiance"
276.F3 "What I would like is a jade loinstone to go with the moon's increscent."
VI.A "jade louistone, increscent moon"
VI.A "live rough" [Hayman couldn't place this]
she will swoon over Percy Busshe so as, in the Askimwhose, to get a crush on thecoalman cornerman and only learn from Dalcroze teachment the how to drop her gift umbrella. See! See! But her truest foible, as the little grey nuns with feline ingenuity will school her without fuss or muss either, with Brother Agnus in their background, since today is well thine but whose will tomorrow's be, is to beg two makes in change for one wing. But when there's no more tay for sugar the cosey and she's looked her last on lonesomeness for arrives that divinity showshapes their ends backview them how we will. For singleness on purpose is all their gender's bugbear especially when old which they all soon get to look.
278.F "Heavenly twinges, if it's one of his I'll fearly feint as swoon as he enterrooms."
276.F "Parley vows the Askinwhose?"
271.L "The hyperape the mink he groves the mole you see now for crush sake, chawley!"
278 "Coalmansbell: behoves you handmake of the load."
278 "The rushes by the grey nuns' pond"
275.25 "Today is well thine but where's may tomorrow be"
VI.A "today is thine whose tomorrow"
275.L2 "Two makes a wing at the macroscope telluspeep."
VI.A "I begs 2 makes for a wing"
VI.A "no more tay for sugar the cosey"
VI.A "looked his last upon her"
278.F "And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth her bothom dolours he'd have a culious impressium on the diminity that chafes our ends."
VI.A "divinity that shapes their ends backview them how we will"
275.F "It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look."
Pendent this time there he who for his priority will be either crowned as hanged scans the errors of history from a parrotbook of Datas traduced into jinglish janglage and ligatured in halfcalf for the usages of dolphons born. If the santimeter of Hairyoddities, that dull emitter, or Noah's misbelieving Annalfabetter, missus was to velivole back all the ways by long acres of sea from Wallhollow and through their macroscope telluspeep of whatswhatness, thick about read just boyjones upon these obscolene pages, about the things that did having place at all for pretty safe menly, she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shake all to sheeks.
275.L "Quick quake quokes the parrotbook of dates."
275.F "Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born."
VI.A "either be crowned or hanged"
VI.A "history told by parrot"
VI.A "foul traducers"
VI.A "analfabeta"
275 "his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked"
275.L2 "Two makes a wing at the macroscope telluspeep."
VI.A "$[ sees jinnies through telescope"
275.F5 "O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks."
VI.A "the boy Jones"
VI.A "once laughed that fat that after that when she sat flat on her fat arks they was all sheeks"
317.34 "like a dun darting dullemitter"
Hot work does us no harm and pending this time he who (bless his cowly head!) is going to be a pope but first an acolyte, suckled at the breast of a peasant fosteress,who having aten knots of knowledge because he nought would wet his weapon, will be a coward's castle pulpiticianer and apostle walker from the ball of his footup when he is not shuttling shaker of the sacred rattle, as far as him, oriented actually though he be through life, sees not her signings nor the long multiplyings of her shadow when that Irish Thebaid with its three saints' orders drawers of souls [...] comes to stay
275.26 "But, bless his cowly head"
277.F1 "I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle"
276.F1 "He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards"
277.F "Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?"
281 "shadows shadows multiplicating"
but is ating, as he thinks at present, for his private salivation of the petrified knuts of knowledge and reckoning runes off a blackthorn messagestick, so as to befit him for the massacre, by pitchcap prob and triangle tripos, of the blissbrigade of the innocents and the holy murder of the hydrodux, while still preserving that stained glass face effect (you would surely swear butter would not melt in his breeches) and piling up sapience, an omnitude of jadg and daktar as sagely as Anisocrates. And. But rather.
276.L2 "Omnitudes in a knutshedell."
285.03 "like knuts in maze"
278.L1 "Pitchcap and triangle, noose and tinctunc."
283.02 "like to pitch of your cap"
321.02 "Ignorinsers' bliss, therefore, their not to say"
277.F "The stanidsglass effect. You could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks."
277.L "Jadg jewel, our daktar deer."
281 "And! Nay, rather!"
[letter/footnote]
While way back home in Pacata Hibernia, little land untilled, Holy greeny iland, gammel Eire, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, our topical hero, signs is on his
275 "way back home in Pacata Auburnia (untillably holy gammel Eire), one world burrowing on another... Standfest, our topiocal sagoa hero.... signs is on the bellygud's bastille back, bucked up with fullness, and his whitehatched patch, the towelturbaned,"
VI.A "one word borrows another"
VI.A "towel on his head"
and Flower, a silvering to her jubilee with eve's birch leaves for her jointure, our lady in waving, girt with a wraparound, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's in forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart, topsir and turvy, that royal pair, in their ofttimes slated house of the hundred bottles, a palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know)
275 "and Flower, a silvering to her jubilee, birchleaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's i' forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart, topsir and turvy, that royal pair, in their palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17·69, if you want to know),"
VI.A "wraparound skirt"
VI.A "face full of flesh"
VI.A "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"
VI.A "Airyanna & Bluebart"
VI.A "royal pair"
VI.A "1769 Teleph"
discusst their things of the past, his sea armstrongs round her, her eyne ashipwracked, (though of course he's too big for her with such a lot of fulness bunched up behind him) the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture while pas pas on the ark of 3 or 6,000 tossings, are head bent hard upon their theorems.
275 "his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked, have discusst their things of the past, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are head bent and hard upon."
275 "bucked up with fullness"
VI.A "E & △ discuss the past"
VI.A "hungerbrood"
VI.A "Scribbledehobble"
VI.A "in her veins, ran a mixture"
(the buried sentence diagram gives Standfest and Flower discussing, while the scribbledehobbles are bent)
{They have through stairladder and the corridor of the heart a many a merry of taproom tales {of Sim and Sam, a lais of ancient home to Llandudno chorals, the queerest quiss you'd care to quizz was Breman on the moor and Tom Fanagan's weak but he's still going strong}: how the lady O'Malley, a queen of graces, to the screes of Ben Edar came, to Hoved's chalet entrance raliss in hunterland, would night there but was denied, being unknown, so stole its heir, and went and came, again unknown, or her germaine, to earl changelord's hall but found it ever closed to her but her third veering when she sent in her
[♬ Brennan on the Moor]
prankquean
It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled.
275 "Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled."
(7 is over, now it's 8?)
Dogs' vespers (dodge the gobbet from cor to occur, cheat your choker and chew the cud) are at end. {The fireraisers imbushed}
276 "Dogs' vespers are anending."
VI.A "frogs vespers"
277-278 "Some may seek to dodge the gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker's got to learn to chew the cud."
Yet wind will be ere fruminy time {(with
276 "Yet wind will be ere fadervor and the hour of fruminy"
VI.A "Queen Elizabeth ate frumenty for breakfast boiled wheat"
VI.A "frummetty"
276 "For (hushmagandy!) long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken"
Flying too are the evenbirds. And, for one superstationer at least, the hearse of the kine shall pass at last before the two birds, titlark morningales, outbreak in dawn song.
VI.A "bird flying on my left hand"
276 "with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep his peace"
273.L "Old Kine's Meat Meal."
273 "Like lilt of larks"
276 "and birds Diana with dawnsong hail. "
What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old
276-277 "we keep his peace who follow his law, Sunday King. His sevencoloured's soot"
VI.A "coat of 6 colours"
must be
VI.A "ile of Chaldees"
277.F1 "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."
275R "From cenogenetic dichotomy through diagonistic conciliance to dynastic continuity."
277 "And rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnrally."
But, trifid tongue, others woo will and work for, he being wise for them, because of his cleverism, till his very foes' heads are turned, and, dove without gall, that backslapping gladhander and his singing likeness who lives more in florid future than in the past of bloody altars
281 "But Bruto and Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues, the whispered wilfulness"
VI.A "trut trifid tongue"
VI.A "others work or woo for T"
276 "the backslapping gladhander free of his florid future and the other singing likeness dirging a past of bloody altars gale with a blost to him, dove without gall."
VI.A "backslapper gladhander"
VI.A "singing likeness"
VI.A "S P dove without gall"
Sulks and [...] le petit qui ne veut pas manger sa soupe et and Smiles and Smidges le petit qui trie sa langue quand on lui dit de le faire with her, the twillick of a brace of boylets, whose mind's a jilldaw's nest (seeks sit as nurse or widow firm dress improvers, armslength waistband, good milker, would take the pledge, write P. 10 to lorette commercials since she tears up bethrottle letters she ne'er posed a pen upon when bother her goldfashioned's in such a queer of a mood that she simply can't stand it,
(Issy material mostly kept in main text:)
VI.A "L B sulks like a young boy of 16"
276 "And she of the jilldaw's nest who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon yet sung of love and the monster man."
VI.A "mind a jackdaw's nest"
VI.A "good milker"
VI.A "$I2 tears up letters"
VI.A "hair in queer mood"
276.F2 "My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad"
a couple and an odd one they strive and in earnest of kidlambs.
VI.A "in sober earnest"
276.L07 "For all us kids under his aegis"
As if that three could solve, singly or together, the twohornheaded dulcarnon, handed round aurally since Euclid's patent, that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pilfer turnips.
276.L1 "Some is out for twoheaded dulcarnons but more pulfers turnips."
VI.A "dul carnon = 2 horned, 47th prop of Euclid or Alexander's 2 horn heads"
VI.A "to pulfer turnips"
"Alex... ander"
But, my hat, and beadroll of saints thereonto, what a worldall's woe of weariness is theirs, waiting to hear their own proper mistakes. For how many duitsch guilders would one post now, the Fuminian road or Shanks' mare, to the pillar?
275-276 "what a world's woe is each's other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own properer mistakes"
VI.A "$[ listens to hear his own mistakes"
277.L1 "Why so mucky spick bridges span our Fluminian road."
For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? Why for? And for what will all such a taradiddle serve them in an after reeraw life with oils and tins cheerful but guildeds glum? If a gas consumer, habituated to marble mantels, buys any number of scrupules of apples every other frosty Friday during a whole lean year at the weight of too many sesterces a pound overthepoise,
VI.A "reeraw"
VI.A "a gas consumer"
VI.A "marble mantles"
VI.A "sums about apples"
277.L "By lineal in pondus overthepoise."
taking abbaco as seven point seven and letting foundling of bulrushes stand for any woman, what a grand total of sentinels in reindeer pelts and aided by a spick span of homeless cattle, fed upon Trinidad's shell cocoa and miring in sheets and sheets of showers will it take to paper a trench even so mucky longer than a cobbler's bulk is broad?
VI.A "abbaco"
VI.A "bulrushes"
VI.A "stand for any W after the Tarara boom decayed"
VI.A "grand total"
VI.A "reindeer pelt"
277.L1 "Why so mucky spick bridges span our Fluminian road."
VI.A "Trinidad shell cocoa"
VI.A "cobbler bulk"
VI.A "sheets & sheets of rain"
Will it make of one a good milker this having been bread and buttered up in Porterstown on superlatives and under duress of sternanders? (Say, gipsy augur or weird wise woman?)
VI.A "good milker"
287-288 "pulled up, bred and battered"
276.L "Superlative absolute of Porterstown."
VI.A "brought up on superlatives"
282.R "Auguria."
287.L "Wolsherwomens at their weirdst."
Or will this alter, thick of his thigh, go to outlands in a peajacket as a roaming catharick and just not be silly or, caring dumb all toppings for the birthrate or the public his health, sit on another's seat gleeful as any girlsweller, and lean to loungily on his lentils? Wrong! Antitrust animal will live dangerously like Daredevil Donnelly and, mickleless as never a wight was, find somehow no matter how moreover and evermore the petty cash to crack diurnally a box of luciferts. Or if she seeks and mates an earth of heaven, the sweet one, will she lilt with convulsions that Barney take her home again?
VI.A "peajacket"
VI.A "lean on your lentils"
cf "I'll do that droop on the pohlmann's piano."?
281.F "You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies"
VI.A "smokes a whole box of matches" [ie one cigarette for each]
273 "Like lilt of larks"
Barney take me home again [sheetmusic]
VI.A "Irish colleen in heaven sings Barney, take me home again"
(Issy material mostly dropped)
For so long as shes in dimity underalls even if one piece ensembled with her lapbitch companion read Storycarrier's holy marrimony series of love thanks to upholstery and in applepie bed, such as Irish Destiny in four reels, in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around, as it is wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at long leash may hope to happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamie and marry Meg.
VI.A "read serial in tram"
276.F "I was so snug off in my apholster's creedle but at long leash I'll stretch more capritious in his dapplepied bed."
VI.A "Ʌ a lot of unexciting trousers"
277.F5 "You could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks."
VI.A "wholly probable (holy parable)"
(Issy material moved to footnotes)
Were she the lamp of the lighthouse herself simpletenuously of her natural, she's a merbaby so [...] Why the devilkins ask any Tossy Madden in Yesland or Nervous Nelly of Holy God, whatever be her hoydenname, sense in proper words from any posycard that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma.
VI.A "Tossy Madden"
276.F "and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname."
278.24 "A posy cord."
VI.A "annuals (flowers)"
VI.A "quid vobis videtur extra omnes"
278.08 "Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear."
VI.A "$I trees too beautiful for her to listen"
VI.A "spellbound"
VI.A "$I takes off shoes at the dinner"
VI.A "giggly chair"
VI.A "all that sort of thing"
VI.A "T's whisper heard in Pekin"
275.F "My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia."
261.25 "To see in his horrorscup he is mehrkurios than saltz of sulphur."
Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla, fluff, and her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence, la pura e pia bella of those hazelblue eyes of woodside beauty and that linefree face. What painter would do them justice? Yet. Add to these that musicalsneeze of hers and and those little pagars. All four will be readymaid marrying and disengaged for real palship with all or any hellsent lovethieves or beauty burglars who have scraped her acquaintance when Jollycomes out for it mashing home. And if one has no abjection one may go to the length of saying: a very good thing too. Groomsman, bridegame, spouseman, prey. Though her loinstones be of jade and her moon increscent,
278.07 "Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla!"
VI.A "peers gloveless when H.M. in Lords"
276.F "I dyeing to keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes."
275.F "Humphrey's Justice of the Piece"
306.F "R. C., disengaged, good character, would help, no salary."
296.20 "arrahquinonthiance"
276.F3 "What I would like is a jade loinstone to go with the moon's increscent."
VI.A "jade louistone, increscent moon"
VI.A "live rough" [Hayman couldn't place this]
she will swoon over Percy Busshe so as, in the Askimwhose, to get a crush on the
278.F "Heavenly twinges, if it's one of his I'll fearly feint as swoon as he enterrooms."
276.F "Parley vows the Askinwhose?"
271.L "The hyperape the mink he groves the mole you see now for crush sake, chawley!"
278 "Coalmansbell: behoves you handmake of the load."
278 "The rushes by the grey nuns' pond"
275.25 "Today is well thine but where's may tomorrow be"
VI.A "today is thine whose tomorrow"
275.L2 "Two makes a wing at the macroscope telluspeep."
VI.A "I begs 2 makes for a wing"
VI.A "no more tay for sugar the cosey"
VI.A "looked his last upon her"
278.F "And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth her bothom dolours he'd have a culious impressium on the diminity that chafes our ends."
VI.A "divinity that shapes their ends backview them how we will"
275.F "It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look."
Pendent this time there he who for his priority will be either crowned as hanged scans the errors of history from a parrotbook of Datas traduced into jinglish janglage and ligatured in halfcalf for the usages of dolphons born. If the santimeter of Hairyoddities, that dull emitter, or Noah's misbelieving
275.L "Quick quake quokes the parrotbook of dates."
275.F "Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born."
VI.A "either be crowned or hanged"
VI.A "history told by parrot"
VI.A "foul traducers"
VI.A "analfabeta"
275 "his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked"
275.L2 "Two makes a wing at the macroscope telluspeep."
VI.A "$[ sees jinnies through telescope"
275.F5 "O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks."
VI.A "the boy Jones"
VI.A "once laughed that fat that after that when she sat flat on her fat arks they was all sheeks"
317.34 "like a dun darting dullemitter"
Hot work does us no harm and pending this time he who (bless his cowly head!) is going to be a pope but first an acolyte, suckled at the breast of a peasant fosteress,
275.26 "But, bless his cowly head"
277.F1 "I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle"
276.F1 "He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards"
277.F "Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?"
281 "shadows shadows multiplicating"
but is ating, as he thinks at present, for his private salivation of the petrified knuts of knowledge and reckoning runes off a blackthorn messagestick, so as to befit him for the massacre, by pitchcap prob and triangle tripos, of the blissbrigade of the innocents and the holy murder of the hydrodux, while still preserving that stained glass face effect (you would surely swear butter would not melt in his breeches) and piling up sapience, an omnitude of jadg and daktar as sagely as Anisocrates. And. But rather.
276.L2 "Omnitudes in a knutshedell."
285.03 "like knuts in maze"
278.L1 "Pitchcap and triangle, noose and tinctunc."
283.02 "like to pitch of your cap"
321.02 "Ignorinsers' bliss, therefore, their not to say"
277.F "The stanidsglass effect. You could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks."
277.L "Jadg jewel, our daktar deer."
281 "And! Nay, rather!"
[letter/footnote]
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
[Pre- Hayman's Draft Six, FW II.2]
[Hayman thinks this is Joyce's first try at an opening for II.2, bridging II.1 to the Muddest Thick vignette. It's built almost entirely from notes in VI.A which may be from 1926, and which even at this deepest layer are frustratingly opaque. Storiella originally followed it. It's tempting to guess that Joyce cobbled together notes because he was feeling uninspired, and once he got going he discarded most of this false start...?]
FDV: "Scribbledehobbles are at their pensums. Trifid tongue and dove without gall to solve dulcarnon's dire dilemma what stumped bold Alexander and drove him to pulfer turnips. But what a world of weariness is theirs! For how many guldens would one walk now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after world. Will it make of one a good milker? Will he go away and not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches per day? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt Barney take me home again? As long as Una reads serials in a bummeltrain the worst at last at least may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamy & mary Meg. Why ask her sense from what she's read since every annal has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur And even the remembering a tree is too beautiful for her to listen. Small blame to her then if she shook her shoe off at geography class, doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulove heard round the world."
VI.A "Scribbledehobble"
"pensums" implies boring exercises (not pensées) with the free pun 'pen-sums'. it gets revised to 'theorems' and then trimmed.
VI.A "trut trifid tongue" [cleft into three = Shem/Berkeley]
VI.A "S P dove without gall" [pure = Shaun]
VI.A "dul carnon = 2 horned, 47th prop of Euclid or Alexander's 2 horn heads" [Chaucer uses 'dulcarnon' for the difficult 47th]
VI.A "to pulfer turnips" cf pulverize, turn dried turnips to powder?, pilfer, prefer?
the 7thC Quran may allude to 4thC-BC Alexander as Dhul Qarnayn, which was subsequently misread as two-horned
who is bold Alexander and how was he stumped and what good did pulfering turnips do? it sounds like a humiliation, an act of desperation (solve/stump?)
VI.A "for how much would you walk to Barcola" [Trieste to Barcola also 1hr]
what does walking to the pillar imply? (tram terminus and meetingplace) scary after dark? [one hour from Chapelizod]
"weariness" = they're ready for bed? or already world-weary??
to what will it all serve them in an after world = will it mean anything in the afterlife???
VI.A "good milker"
VI.A "go away & don't be silly"
VI.A "smokes a whole box of matches" [maybe 50 matches per box, = 2 packs of cigarettes?]
VI.A "Irish colleen in heaven sings Barney, take me home again"
Barney take me home again [sheetmusic]
VI.A "Una Bacon (style of J.J.)"
VI.A "read serial in tram" [bummeltrain?] bummel = wander
VI.A "go to meet girl meet other man" 'other'???
this sounds like the dramatic trope of what if
VI.A "annuals (flowers)"
VI.A "quid vobis videtur extra omnes" [what is your opinion/ everybody out 1936 pdf] 'an ancient formula originally designed to allow expression of contrary opinions'
VI.A "⊥ trees too beautiful for her to listen"
VI.A "⊥ takes off shoes at the dinner"
VI.A "T's whisper heard in Pekin"
2DV: "Scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums reading nails & biting lips. Trifid tongue others woo & work for the backslapper gladhander and dove without gall and she whose mind's a jackdaw's nest of tearing up letters she never wrote to solve dulcarnon's twohorned{headed} dilemma what stumped bold Alexander and drove him to pulfer turnips. But, my hat, what a world of weariness is theirs waiting to hear their own mistakes! For how many guldens would one walk now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after reeraw world. Will it make of one a good milker having been brought up on superlatives? Will he go away in a peajacket and not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches per day? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt Barney take me home again? As long as Una reads serials in a bummeltrain with a lot of unexciting trousers about it is wholly probable that the holy parable the worst at last at least may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamy & mary Meg. Why ask her or Tossy Madden sense from what she's read since every annal has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur And even the remembering a tree is too beautiful for her to listen. Small blame to her then if she shook her shoe off at geography class, doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulove heard round the world."
VI.A "T reads his nails" [feigning boredom? = Shaun?]
"biting lips" [anxiety? or to make them look redder? = Shem??]
VI.A "others work or woo for T"
VI.A "backslapper gladhander"
VI.A "mind a jackdaw's nest" [why is Issy added here now??]
VI.A "⊢ tears up letters" ["she never wrote" = mentally tore them up?]
Issy joins Shem and Shaun in trying to solve Euclid!?
VI.A "my hat" = my goodness, or what nonsense!
VI.A "$[ listens to hear his own mistakes"
VI.A "reeraw" chaos/spree/drunk
VI.A "brought up on superlatives"
VI.A "peajacket"
VI.A "Ʌ a lot of unexciting trousers" boring men
VI.A "wholly probable (holy parable)"
VI.A "Tossy Madden"
3DV: "While standfast and flower discusst the past and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost, scribbledehoys are bent on their pensums. Trifid tongue, others woo will and work for, and dove without gall, the backslapping gladhander and she whose mind's a jilldaw's nest who tears up letters she never put pen upon when bother her hair's in a queer of a mood. As if that three could solve a twohornheaded dulcarnon that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pulfer turnips. And, my hat, what a worldall of weariness is theirs waiting to hear their proper mistakes! For how many guldens would one post now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after reeraw life? Will it make of one a good milker the having been brought up on superlatives? Or will he go away in a peajacket and just not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches diurnally? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt that Barney take her home again? For so long as shes read serials in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting trousers hanging around it is as wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at least at last may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamy and marry Meg. Why ask her or Tossy Madden sense from anything that shred since every annual has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur? Even remembering of a tree is too beautiful for her to listen. ¶ Small blame be her's therefore if she shook her off at geography class doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulness heard round the giddying globe! ¶ Beware of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla. And her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence and how both will be ready maid marrying when Jollicomes matching home. She may swoon over Shelly to get a crush on the coalman or learn from Dalcroze how to drop her umbrella, but her true line is to beg 2 makes for a wing but when there's no more tay for sugar the cosy. He who will either be crowned or hanged learns history's errors from the parrotbook of Datars, foully traduced for the usages of dauphins of the meter of Herodotus or Noah's misbelieving Annalfabetter, missus thick about those pages, she wd. laugh that flat that after she had sanked down on her fat arks they were all of a sheeks. This while he will be the walker as far as him sees not her signings nor the multiplying of her shadow but is ating, as he thuks of the knuts of knowledge so as to befit him for the massacre of the ignorants though still preserving his stained glass effect (you wd think butter wouldn't melt in his breeches)"
VI.A "E & △ discuss the past"
VI.A "put his left foot foremost"
VI.A "peers gloveless when H.M. in Lords"
VI.A "I begs 2 makes for a wing"
VI.A "no more tay for sugar the cosey"
VI.A "either be crowned or hanged"
VI.A "history told by parrot"
VI.A "foul traducers"
VI.A "analfabeta"
VI.A "once laughed that fat that after that when she sat flat on her fat arks they was all sheeks"
VI.A "nuts of knowledge (AE)"
VI.A "Trist stained class crusader attitude"
4DV: "While one word burrows another, standfest towelturbaned and flower in her wrap around, face full of flesh and fat as hen's in forehead Airy Anna & Blue Bart royal pair in the house of the 100 bottles discusst the past the angerache of their love & the hungerbrewd it bore them the fairs at home & expurge trade and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost the shellroad path from dayfal to the shrilling of the crowcrested, scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums. Trifid tongue, others woo will and work for, and dove without gall, the backslapping gladhander his singing likeness, and she whose mind's a jilldaw's nest who tears up letters she never put pen upon when bother her hair's in a queer of a mood. As if that three could solve a twohornheaded dulcarnon that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pulfer turnips. And, my hat, what a worldall of weariness is theirs waiting to hear their proper mistakes! For how many guldens would one post now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after reeraw life? If a gas consumer habituated to marble mentuls buys a dozen of apples every first Friday during a whole leap year at the weight of seven sesterces per pound overthepoise, taking abbacco as .7 & letting born of bulrushes stand for any Whow many {what grand total} of sentinels in reindeer pelts & aided by a span of oxen fed on Trinidad's shell cocoa in sheets & sheets of rein will it take to paper a trench fifteen yards longer than breadth {a cobbler's bulk} is broad? Will it make of one a good milker the having been brought up on superlatives? Or will he go away in a peajacket and just not be silly or not care toppings for the birthrate and lean longingly on his lentils? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches diurnally? Or if she in dimity makes an earth of heaven will she lilt that Barney take her home again? For so long as shes in dimity read serials in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around it is as wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at least at last may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamy and marry Meg. Why ask her or Tossy Madden sense from anything that shred since every annual has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur? Even remembering of a tree is too beautiful for her spellbound to listen. ¶ Small blame be her's therefore if she shook her shoe off at geography giggle doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulness heard round the giddying globe! ¶ Beware of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla. And her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence and how both will be ready maid marrying when Jollicomes matching home. Though her loinstones be jade & her moon increscent She will swoon over Shelly to get a crush on the coalman or learn from Dalcroze how to drop her umbrella, but her true line as the little grey nuns will show her without fuss or muss either for today is thine but whose tomorrow is to beg 2 makes for a wing but when there's no more tay for sugar the cosy and she's looked her last on lonesomeness for that divinity showshapes their ends backview them how we will. He who will either be crowned or hanged scans history's errors from the parrotbook of Datars, foully traduced for the usages of dauphins of the meter of Herodotus or Noah's misbelieving Annalfabetter, missus was to velivole back from Walhala & through the tellaspeep of whatsaswhatness read {boyjones} upon those pages about the things that did having place at all for pretty safe menly, she wd. laugh that flat that after she had sanked down on her fat arks they were all of a sheeks. This while he who suckled at the breast of a peasant mother who having aten knots of knowledge will be the cowards castle pulpiter & apostle walker from ball of his foot and not wetting his weapon shaker of the sacred rattle, as far as him, oriented through life, sees not her signings nor the multiplying of her shadow but is ating, as he thuks at present, for his salvation of the knuts of knowledge so as to befit him for the massacre of the ignorants by pitchcap and triangle though still preserving his stained glass effect (you wd think butter wouldn't melt in his breeches)"
VI.A "one word borrows another"
VI.A "towel on his head"
VI.A "wraparound skirt"
VI.A "face full of flesh"
VI.A "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"
VI.A "Airyanna & Bluebart"
VI.A "royal pair"
VI.A "the story of the house of the 100 bottles"
VI.A "hungerbrood"
VI.A "expurge trade"
VI.A "shellroad"
VI.A "dayfall"
VI.A "the cock shrilled"
VI.A "singing likeness"
VI.A "hair in queer mood"
VI.A "a gas consumer"
VI.A "marble mantles"
VI.A "sums about apples"
VI.A "abbaco"
VI.A "bulrushes"
VI.A "stand for any W after the Tarara boom decayed"
VI.A "grand total"
VI.A "reindeer pelt"
VI.A "a span of oxen"
VI.A "Trinidad shell cocoa"
VI.A "sheets & sheets of rain"
VI.A "cobbler bulk"
VI.A "lean on your lentils"
VI.A "spellbound"
VI.A "jade louistone, increscent moon"
VI.A "live rough" [Hayman couldn't place this]
VI.A "little grey nuns"
VI.A "no fuss or muss"
VI.A "today is thine whose tomorrow"
VI.A "looked his last upon her"
VI.A "divinity that shapes their ends backview them how we will"
VI.A "$[ sees jinnies through telescope"
VI.A "the boy Jones"
VI.A "Sure, teasure, a woman does be often saying the things that do have no sense at all"
[6DV]
FDV: "Scribbledehobbles are at their pensums. Trifid tongue and dove without gall to solve dulcarnon's dire dilemma what stumped bold Alexander and drove him to pulfer turnips. But what a world of weariness is theirs! For how many guldens would one walk now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after world. Will it make of one a good milker? Will he go away and not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches per day? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt Barney take me home again? As long as Una reads serials in a bummeltrain the worst at last at least may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamy & mary Meg. Why ask her sense from what she's read since every annal has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur And even the remembering a tree is too beautiful for her to listen. Small blame to her then if she shook her shoe off at geography class, doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulove heard round the world."
VI.A "Scribbledehobble"
"pensums" implies boring exercises (not pensées) with the free pun 'pen-sums'. it gets revised to 'theorems' and then trimmed.
VI.A "trut trifid tongue" [cleft into three = Shem/Berkeley]
VI.A "S P dove without gall" [pure = Shaun]
VI.A "dul carnon = 2 horned, 47th prop of Euclid or Alexander's 2 horn heads" [Chaucer uses 'dulcarnon' for the difficult 47th]
VI.A "to pulfer turnips" cf pulverize, turn dried turnips to powder?, pilfer, prefer?
the 7thC Quran may allude to 4thC-BC Alexander as Dhul Qarnayn, which was subsequently misread as two-horned
who is bold Alexander and how was he stumped and what good did pulfering turnips do? it sounds like a humiliation, an act of desperation (solve/stump?)
VI.A "for how much would you walk to Barcola" [Trieste to Barcola also 1hr]
what does walking to the pillar imply? (tram terminus and meetingplace) scary after dark? [one hour from Chapelizod]
"weariness" = they're ready for bed? or already world-weary??
to what will it all serve them in an after world = will it mean anything in the afterlife???
VI.A "good milker"
VI.A "go away & don't be silly"
VI.A "smokes a whole box of matches" [maybe 50 matches per box, = 2 packs of cigarettes?]
VI.A "Irish colleen in heaven sings Barney, take me home again"
Barney take me home again [sheetmusic]
VI.A "Una Bacon (style of J.J.)"
VI.A "read serial in tram" [bummeltrain?] bummel = wander
VI.A "go to meet girl meet other man" 'other'???
this sounds like the dramatic trope of what if
VI.A "annuals (flowers)"
VI.A "quid vobis videtur extra omnes" [what is your opinion/ everybody out 1936 pdf] 'an ancient formula originally designed to allow expression of contrary opinions'
VI.A "⊥ trees too beautiful for her to listen"
VI.A "⊥ takes off shoes at the dinner"
VI.A "T's whisper heard in Pekin"
2DV: "Scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums reading nails & biting lips. Trifid tongue others woo & work for the backslapper gladhander and dove without gall and she whose mind's a jackdaw's nest of tearing up letters she never wrote to solve dulcarnon's twohorned{headed} dilemma what stumped bold Alexander and drove him to pulfer turnips. But, my hat, what a world of weariness is theirs waiting to hear their own mistakes! For how many guldens would one walk now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after reeraw world. Will it make of one a good milker having been brought up on superlatives? Will he go away in a peajacket and not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches per day? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt Barney take me home again? As long as Una reads serials in a bummeltrain with a lot of unexciting trousers about it is wholly probable that the holy parable the worst at last at least may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamy & mary Meg. Why ask her or Tossy Madden sense from what she's read since every annal has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur And even the remembering a tree is too beautiful for her to listen. Small blame to her then if she shook her shoe off at geography class, doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulove heard round the world."
VI.A "T reads his nails" [feigning boredom? = Shaun?]
"biting lips" [anxiety? or to make them look redder? = Shem??]
VI.A "others work or woo for T"
VI.A "backslapper gladhander"
VI.A "mind a jackdaw's nest" [why is Issy added here now??]
VI.A "⊢ tears up letters" ["she never wrote" = mentally tore them up?]
Issy joins Shem and Shaun in trying to solve Euclid!?
VI.A "my hat" = my goodness, or what nonsense!
VI.A "$[ listens to hear his own mistakes"
VI.A "reeraw" chaos/spree/drunk
VI.A "brought up on superlatives"
VI.A "peajacket"
VI.A "Ʌ a lot of unexciting trousers" boring men
VI.A "wholly probable (holy parable)"
VI.A "Tossy Madden"
3DV: "While standfast and flower discusst the past and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost, scribbledehoys are bent on their pensums. Trifid tongue, others woo will and work for, and dove without gall, the backslapping gladhander and she whose mind's a jilldaw's nest who tears up letters she never put pen upon when bother her hair's in a queer of a mood. As if that three could solve a twohornheaded dulcarnon that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pulfer turnips. And, my hat, what a worldall of weariness is theirs waiting to hear their proper mistakes! For how many guldens would one post now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after reeraw life? Will it make of one a good milker the having been brought up on superlatives? Or will he go away in a peajacket and just not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches diurnally? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt that Barney take her home again? For so long as shes read serials in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting trousers hanging around it is as wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at least at last may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamy and marry Meg. Why ask her or Tossy Madden sense from anything that shred since every annual has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur? Even remembering of a tree is too beautiful for her to listen. ¶ Small blame be her's therefore if she shook her off at geography class doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulness heard round the giddying globe! ¶ Beware of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla. And her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence and how both will be ready maid marrying when Jollicomes matching home. She may swoon over Shelly to get a crush on the coalman or learn from Dalcroze how to drop her umbrella, but her true line is to beg 2 makes for a wing but when there's no more tay for sugar the cosy. He who will either be crowned or hanged learns history's errors from the parrotbook of Datars, foully traduced for the usages of dauphins of the meter of Herodotus or Noah's misbelieving Annalfabetter, missus thick about those pages, she wd. laugh that flat that after she had sanked down on her fat arks they were all of a sheeks. This while he will be the walker as far as him sees not her signings nor the multiplying of her shadow but is ating, as he thuks of the knuts of knowledge so as to befit him for the massacre of the ignorants though still preserving his stained glass effect (you wd think butter wouldn't melt in his breeches)"
VI.A "E & △ discuss the past"
VI.A "put his left foot foremost"
VI.A "peers gloveless when H.M. in Lords"
VI.A "I begs 2 makes for a wing"
VI.A "no more tay for sugar the cosey"
VI.A "either be crowned or hanged"
VI.A "history told by parrot"
VI.A "foul traducers"
VI.A "analfabeta"
VI.A "once laughed that fat that after that when she sat flat on her fat arks they was all sheeks"
VI.A "nuts of knowledge (AE)"
VI.A "Trist stained class crusader attitude"
4DV: "While one word burrows another, standfest towelturbaned and flower in her wrap around, face full of flesh and fat as hen's in forehead Airy Anna & Blue Bart royal pair in the house of the 100 bottles discusst the past the angerache of their love & the hungerbrewd it bore them the fairs at home & expurge trade and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost the shellroad path from dayfal to the shrilling of the crowcrested, scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums. Trifid tongue, others woo will and work for, and dove without gall, the backslapping gladhander his singing likeness, and she whose mind's a jilldaw's nest who tears up letters she never put pen upon when bother her hair's in a queer of a mood. As if that three could solve a twohornheaded dulcarnon that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pulfer turnips. And, my hat, what a worldall of weariness is theirs waiting to hear their proper mistakes! For how many guldens would one post now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after reeraw life? If a gas consumer habituated to marble mentuls buys a dozen of apples every first Friday during a whole leap year at the weight of seven sesterces per pound overthepoise, taking abbacco as .7 & letting born of bulrushes stand for any W
VI.A "one word borrows another"
VI.A "towel on his head"
VI.A "wraparound skirt"
VI.A "face full of flesh"
VI.A "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"
VI.A "Airyanna & Bluebart"
VI.A "royal pair"
VI.A "the story of the house of the 100 bottles"
VI.A "hungerbrood"
VI.A "expurge trade"
VI.A "shellroad"
VI.A "dayfall"
VI.A "the cock shrilled"
VI.A "singing likeness"
VI.A "hair in queer mood"
VI.A "a gas consumer"
VI.A "marble mantles"
VI.A "sums about apples"
VI.A "abbaco"
VI.A "bulrushes"
VI.A "stand for any W after the Tarara boom decayed"
VI.A "grand total"
VI.A "reindeer pelt"
VI.A "a span of oxen"
VI.A "Trinidad shell cocoa"
VI.A "sheets & sheets of rain"
VI.A "cobbler bulk"
VI.A "lean on your lentils"
VI.A "spellbound"
VI.A "jade louistone, increscent moon"
VI.A "live rough" [Hayman couldn't place this]
VI.A "little grey nuns"
VI.A "no fuss or muss"
VI.A "today is thine whose tomorrow"
VI.A "looked his last upon her"
VI.A "divinity that shapes their ends backview them how we will"
VI.A "$[ sees jinnies through telescope"
VI.A "the boy Jones"
VI.A "Sure, teasure, a woman does be often saying the things that do have no sense at all"
[6DV]
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FDV: ""
2DV: "Dagobert went through his preparatory in Slane when he learned how to inside outbreeches"
3DV: "Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare. Daft Dathy is on the Maddeerhorn daring Dunderhead to shiver his timbers, Hannibal MacHamilcar is chasing Kate O'Carthydge around the Capuawalls. Hibrahim minsterbuilding up Saunt Barnabash's. Eleven hundred and thirty two is seeing the [...] and two plies sixteen plus twice femm hondered hug treedivels are wetnessing the [...] And dagobert, doing his preparatory in Slane, is learning how to Put a broad fecce onto a broken material"
mysteries:
[07:12-08:49]
synopsis: 'addressing the boys — lessons learned from history'
FDV: ""
2DV: "Dagobert went through his preparatory in Slane when he learned how to inside outbreeches"
3DV: "Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare. Daft Dathy is on the Maddeerhorn daring Dunderhead to shiver his timbers, Hannibal MacHamilcar is chasing Kate O'Carthydge around the Capuawalls. Hibrahim minsterbuilding up Saunt Barnabash's. Eleven hundred and thirty two is seeing the [...] and two plies sixteen plus twice femm hondered hug treedivels are wetnessing the [...] And dagobert, doing his preparatory in Slane, is learning how to Put a broad fecce onto a broken material"
mysteries:
[07:12-08:49]
Monday, June 2, 2014
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synopsis: 'addressing the boys — lessons learned from history'
FDV: ""
2DV: ""
3DV: ""
mysteries:
[05:26-07:12]
synopsis: 'addressing the boys — lessons learned from history'
FDV: ""
2DV: ""
3DV: ""
mysteries:
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Sunday, June 1, 2014
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synopsis: 'the two boys' history studies — the girl's indifference, addressing the boys — lessons learned from history'
FDV: "Hoots fromm, we're globing. But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets come bats till deeliet. Dark ages clasp the daisy roots Stop, if you are a B.C. minding girl 216, [...], [...], [...], Please step, do please, [...], [...], [...], 1132 should you prefer A.D. stepplease, O do. And if you miss with a venture, serves you glad. {Take your little head out of the tub for me, for me. Tell us all you think you just & we'll tittle you where to tittle a tattle. It is distinctly understood as for we were in our begetting, for now and aye for shall be. Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare: Monica Brooks & Dr Lyons have shunted Sterling and Sir Arthur Guiness."
2DV: "Hoots fromm, we're globing. But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets come bats till deeleet. Dark ages clasp the daisy roots Stop, if you {a sally of the allies}, hot on naval actiums pitched engagements banks of oars & lightlicked estudis are a B.C. minding girl 216, [...], [...], [...], Please step, do please, [...], [...], [...], 1132 should you prefer A.D. stepplease, O do. And if you miss with a venture, serves you girly well glad. Take your little head out of the tub for me, for me. Sell us all you think you just & we'll tittle tittle tole you where to tittle a tattle. Page femme hug treedivels till nigh unt'evey. It is distinctly understood as for we were in at our begetting, for now and aye for shall be. Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare: Monica Brooks & Dr Lyons have shunted Sterling and Sir Arthur Guiness."
3DV: "Hoots fromm, we're globing. Why hidest thou hinter thy husband his name? Aida, Aida, aflattered, afraida, how does thy girdle grow. Willed without witting world without aimed. But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets, come bats till deeleet. Dark ages clasp the daisy roots. Stop, if you please, a sally of the allies, hot off naval actiums, picked engagements and banks of rowers. Please stop if you're a B.C. minding girl, please do. But should you prefer A.D. stepplease, O do. And if you miss with a venture it serves you girly well glad. Here, Hengeggst and Horsesauce, take your heads out of your tub. It is distinctly understout that sence the tide you put your timepates in it Messherrn Broch and Leon have shunted Starlin and ser Artur Ghinis."
mysteries:
[03:42-05:26]
synopsis: 'the two boys' history studies — the girl's indifference, addressing the boys — lessons learned from history'
FDV: "Hoots fromm, we're globing. But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets come bats till deeliet. Dark ages clasp the daisy roots Stop, if you are a B.C. minding girl 216, [...], [...], [...], Please step, do please, [...], [...], [...], 1132 should you prefer A.D. stepplease, O do. And if you miss with a venture, serves you glad. {Take your little head out of the tub for me, for me. Tell us all you think you just & we'll tittle you where to tittle a tattle. It is distinctly understood as for we were in our begetting, for now and aye for shall be. Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare: Monica Brooks & Dr Lyons have shunted Sterling and Sir Arthur Guiness."
2DV: "Hoots fromm, we're globing. But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets come bats till deeleet. Dark ages clasp the daisy roots Stop, if you {a sally of the allies}, hot on naval actiums pitched engagements banks of oars & lightlicked estudis are a B.C. minding girl 216, [...], [...], [...], Please step, do please, [...], [...], [...], 1132 should you prefer A.D. stepplease, O do. And if you miss with a venture, serves you girly well glad. Take your little head out of the tub for me, for me. Sell us all you think you just & we'll tittle tittle tole you where to tittle a tattle. Page femme hug treedivels till nigh unt'evey. It is distinctly understood as for we were in at our begetting, for now and aye for shall be. Connlath is mitriarch in Kildare: Monica Brooks & Dr Lyons have shunted Sterling and Sir Arthur Guiness."
3DV: "Hoots fromm, we're globing. Why hidest thou hinter thy husband his name? Aida, Aida, aflattered, afraida, how does thy girdle grow. Willed without witting world without aimed. But it's tails for toughs and titties for totties and come buckets, come bats till deeleet. Dark ages clasp the daisy roots. Stop, if you please, a sally of the allies, hot off naval actiums, picked engagements and banks of rowers. Please stop if you're a B.C. minding girl, please do. But should you prefer A.D. stepplease, O do. And if you miss with a venture it serves you girly well glad. Here, Hengeggst and Horsesauce, take your heads out of your tub. It is distinctly understout that sence the tide you put your timepates in it Messherrn Broch and Leon have shunted Starlin and ser Artur Ghinis."
mysteries:
[03:42-05:26]
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synopsis: 'the two boys' history studies — the girl's indifference'
FDV: "Eire, Eire, claneco cuntrary, where does your girdle grow? Eat early earthapples. Leap the law. Wide hiss, we're wizening."
2DV: "about Jellyous Seizer & his duo of Drewindresses and the tryonforit of Oxthievious, Lapidist & Malthouse Antony. Eire, Eire, clane cuntrary, how does your girdle grow? Eat early earthapples. Leap the law. Wide hiss, we're wizening."
3DV: "of Sire Jellyous Seizer with his duo of druidesses and the tryonforit of Oxthievious, Lapidis and Malthouse Anthony, but so bright as Mutua of your mirror holds her candle to your caudle reek you a spirit of anyseed whether trigemellmen cuddle his coddle or nope. As they warred in their big innings ease now we never shall know. Eat early earthapples. Coax Cobra to chatters. Hail, Heva, we hear. Wide hiss, we're wizening."
mysteries:
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synopsis: 'the two boys' history studies — the girl's indifference'
FDV: "Eire, Eire, clane
2DV: "about Jellyous Seizer & his duo of Drewindresses and the tryonforit of Oxthievious, Lapidist & Malthouse Antony. Eire, Eire, clane cuntrary, how does your girdle grow? Eat early earthapples. Leap the law. Wide hiss, we're wizening."
3DV: "of Sire Jellyous Seizer with his duo of druidesses and the tryonforit of Oxthievious, Lapidis and Malthouse Anthony, but so bright as Mutua of your mirror holds her candle to your caudle reek you a spirit of anyseed whether trigemellmen cuddle his coddle or nope. As they warred in their big innings ease now we never shall know. Eat early earthapples. Coax Cobra to chatters. Hail, Heva, we hear. Wide hiss, we're wizening."
mysteries:
[01:43-03:42]
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synopsis: 'the girl — thinking of grammar and grandma's advice on womanhood, the two boys' history studies — the girl's indifference'
FDV: "though she'll spin on bike through the missile of the nike with her toots upon the algebrars and that if there is a third person being spoken about it all proceeds from a first person speaking to a second person who is being spoken to. From Nabob let me never stray so nimm me nice & name the day."
2DV: "our dear child, though she'll spin on youthlit's bike through the missile of the nike with her toots upon the algebrars and that if there is a third person being spoken about it all proceeds from a first person speaking to a second person who is being spoken to. From Nabob let me never stray so nimm me nice & name the day. We've just been reading"
3DV: "You may spin on youthlit's bike to multiplease your Nick and Mike with your kickshose on the algebrars but the O of woman is long if only those two muties sequent her so from Nabob see you never stray who'll nimm you nice and name the day. One hath just been areading, hath not one,"
mysteries:
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synopsis: 'the girl — thinking of grammar and grandma's advice on womanhood, the two boys' history studies — the girl's indifference'
FDV: "though she'll spin on bike through the missile of the nike with her toots upon the algebrars and that if there is a third person being spoken about it all proceeds from a first person speaking to a second person who is being spoken to. From Nabob let me never stray so nimm me nice & name the day."
2DV: "our dear child, though she'll spin on youthlit's bike through the missile of the nike with her toots upon the algebrars and that if there is a third person being spoken about it all proceeds from a first person speaking to a second person who is being spoken to. From Nabob let me never stray so nimm me nice & name the day. We've just been reading"
3DV: "You may spin on youthlit's bike to multiplease your Nick and Mike with your kickshose on the algebrars but the O of woman is long if only those two muties sequent her so from Nabob see you never stray who'll nimm you nice and name the day. One hath just been areading, hath not one,"
mysteries:
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