THE preservation of Print, the authority of the
Authorised Version, the convenience of
Dr. Johnson’s Dictionary, the standardization of
the English Public Schools, and the exigencies
of Fleet Street. If we are looking for the chief
historical influences which have somewhat over-
conventionalized the English language, we shall
find it hard to add a sixth of equal significance.
The power of print over simple minds, the clichés
engendered by doctrines of verbal inspiration,
the lexicographical rally against the cursory and
the colloquial, the tyranny of grammatical good
form, and the scurry of late extras ; all are still
with us. It is not surprising that after five
centuries the resentment of those who decline to
play the game according to the rules of the
schoolmaster is overt and vocal ; or that Mr. Joyce
appears as a promised liquidator where the
machinery of literature has been clogged by the
ministrations and minutiae of an ossified propæ-
deutic.
Not that the dissatisfaction is general in the literary community. The world of sight and space is more sensitive to the new spirit — but the academicians are not altering their language to accommodate Kandinsky or Brancusi, nor are the Todhunters (whose bleak régime once seared a romantic Irish soul, as we learn from these pages) perturbed by the tensors of the Einsteins. In music alone are stirrings heard which may affect fundamental notation in the near future ; and, as usual, Paris, if not Moscow and New York, has been publicly tuning in for a full decade.
Readers, however, who are unsympathetic to
linguistic experiments, and unfamiliar with the
milieu from which these particular experiments
have emerged, will find themselves at a dis-
advantage. That such may be encouraged to
pause for a few moments before allowing their
impatience a free rein, one whose approach is
primarily linguistic has been asked to put together
a few prefatory remarks.
Of the three semi-detached satirical pieces
here reprinted in a much expanded form, the
first is from Part I, the second from Part II, and
the third from Part III, of Mr. Joyce’s forthcoming
work, the title of which has not yet been disclosed,
though the eight installments of Part I and nearly
all of Part III, under the general caption Work in
Progress, have been made available in transition
since the appearance of Ulysses in 1922. One other
such fragment Anna Livia Plurabelle has also
been accorded independent publication (1928), but
in order to pass judgment on these isolated gesticul-
atory specimens something more than sympathy and
good will may be requisite. There is the mental
factor — the ideology of half a lifetime, the
environmental — for James Joyce, though he can
write standard English and lives in Paris, is
neither an Englishman nor a Parisian ; and
the experimental — the factor of symbolic inno-
vation. Each may be noticed in turn.
The mental factor in the case of Mr. Joyce is
not more of an obstacle than has been surmounted
by readers of many of his contemporaries. Thus
we find such names as Hart Crane, E.E. Cummings,
Gertrude Stein, Edith Sitwell, and Maiakovsky
also associated by Max Eastman with the “Cult of
Unintelligibility” which the critic so urbanely
deprecates. Mallarmé, Rimbaud, Dodgson, Gerard
Hopkins, Morgenstern, and T. S. Eliot might be
instanced with still greater relevance. To the
barriers which such authors interpose Mr. Joyce
has added his mediaeval and Jesuit background,
his origins in Celtic romanticism, his predilection
for Norse and Classical mythology, a later pre-
occupation with the Purgatorio, and a final phase
embracing Vico, Freud, and the reactions of The
Enemy.
Then there is Dublin. Some of us failed to be
born and bred on the banks of the Liffey and to
that extent we are at a disadvantage in interpreting
some of Mr. Joyce’s basic symbols. The disad-
vantage is probably not greater than that of a
student at Ann Arbor confronted by Pindar, or
a member of the Athenaeum endeavouring to
establish relations with a record by Bessie Smith.
From over half of every audience at Covent
Garden or the Metropolitan Opera House less than
one-quarter of the symbolic material can be
securing any adhesion. In so far, therefore, as
such audiences are not listening with a purely
musical or social ear, they are relying on that
vaguer emotive rapport which in the case of
Mr. Joyce is equally easily established. His pietas
is so transparent that the effort required to shoulder
this load need not be greater than we made in
our childhood in the interests of old Anchises.
When, however, we turn from the environ-
mental to the experimental, there yawns a greater
gulf. Many who find themselves bored by local
lore are overcome by absolute inertia when urged
to the acquisition of new linguistic tricks after the
age of twenty-one. A few, such as Jane Harrison,
may master the aspects in Russian when past
three score, but serious attempts on polysynthetic
languages are rarer. The case of Eskimo, since
it may have a more direct bearing on these frag-
ments than even their author supposes, is worthy
of special consideration.
We know that Mr. Joyce has conscious mytho-
logical affiliations with his Norse ancestors; and
a dexterous “Norsemanship” is occasionally
evident even in The Mookse. But did the clouds
he trails condense even farther north ?
The technique of much of Mr. Joyce’s verbal creation may be illustrated by the principle of the infix. English works almost entirely through suffixes and affixes. We even go so far as to tolerate dis | em | barc | ation officials. But an official banquet is not so called because the menu comprises fish and offal. The Eskimos, however, would find nothing extraordinary in the compound off | fish | al. A house agent in Greenland, anxious to dispose of a “ large and capacious modern residence, built to present owner’s special design and still in owner’s occupation ; allowance for dilapidations due to the efflux of time and normal wear and tear,” etc., would require only one word
Iglupakulia
To illustrate the principle of infixes, let us consider how this word is constructed. There are twenty-seven case forms in Eskimo, nine each in the singular, dual, and plural ; and the singular, forms of the noun iglu meaning a shelter, such as a dwelling, church, station or tent, are as follows :
IGLU (accusative case)
IGLUM (nominative case)
IGLUA (genitive case) - one house belonging to one man
IGLUMUN to the house
IGLUMIN from the house
IGLUMI in the house
IGLUMIK with the house
IGLUKUN through the house
IGLUTUN like a house
The word Iglupakulia is built up with the infixes PAK, LIK and KUK, which are themselves changed to suit the rest of the word. Thus :
IGLU-A one man’s own house.
IGLU-PA (IGLU-PAK-A) his big house.
IGLU-PA-LI-A the big house which he built and still possesses.
IGLU-PA-KU-LI-A the big house which he built for himself and still possesses and which is no longer as good as formerly.
There are 164 infixes for nouns and verbs in the Mackenzie dialect, and over one thousand forms can be made out for one noun alone. It is not surprising that Stefansson, who is one of about a dozen linguists familiar with this language, regards it as the most difficult but at the same time the most efficient language as yet evolved by man. He tells me that it was only after six years of constant study and practice that he attained proficiency in its use. So at least a decade may be necessary before Mr. Joyce’s “word-ballet” yields its secret even to an adjusted mind.
The only serious attempt which has been made
to deal with the way in which Mr. Joyce builds
up his word structures is Rodker’s article in
Transition, No. 14; and as he refers to the
analyses given in the Meaning of Meaning, I may
add a few remarks supplementary to what can
there be found. For a language like that of
Mr. Joyce, there are ten main ways in which
symbolic texture can be complicated and compac-
ted.
Root-cultivation Tongue-gesture Rhyme-slang Analogical deformation
Onomatopoeia, phonetic and kinetic Puns, select and dialect Spoonerisms Condensations Mergers Echoes
If we separate the functions of language into four main divisions — Sense, Feeling, Tone and Intention — it is clear that Mr. Joyce’s neologisms chiefly provide blends of the three last. He is not concerned, as is the scientist, with the creation of new names, so much as with the development of fresh emotive and invective gestures. In this respect the researches of Sir Richard Paget should prove germane ; and as regards the four language functions, the inquisitive may be referred to Professor I. A. Richards’ Practical Criticism now in the press, where the relevant portions of his Principles are further expanded.
As a result of this synthetic proliferate agglom-
eration whereby the timeless condensation of the
dream is attained, there is a natural temptation
for the critical clinician to be reminded of the
obscurer forms of graphomanic infantilism or
deliriant echolalia. Here Mr. Joyce must be
content to suffer with Blake, Cézanne and Picasso,
with Walt Whitman, and even with Hieronymus
Bosch. Whoever flouts, parodies, or evades linguistic
conventions, will seem to the magistrature to have
something in common with those whose inhibitions
or social ties have broken down. It is worth
noting, however, that even the musical innovations
achieved by a reversed gramophone, in spite of
analogies with the mirror-speech of certain asylum
cases, have a structural and melodic significance
for persons of understanding.
Mr. Joyce’s symbolic condensation, in fact,
corresponds closely enough with his theory of
Time — a theory incidentally responsible for the
rattle of Lewis-guns which still resounds through
The Mookse and The Gripes. The intensive,
compressive, reverberative infixation ; the sly,
meaty, oneiric logorrhoea, polymathic, polyper-
verse; even the clangorous calembour, irrespon-
sible and irrepressible, all conjure us to penetrate
the night mind of man, that kaleidoscopic recamera
of an hypothecated Unconscious, jolted by some
logophilous Birth-trauma into chronic serial
extension.
A little more than two centuries ago another
Dublin satirist attempted to influence the English
language, then threatened by neologisms due to
the return of Charles II’s court from exile abroad.
In his Letter to the Lord Treasurer Swift deplores
the “licentiousness which from infecting our reli-
gion and morals fell to corrupt our language”.
And from Swift,· too, came the Tatler indictment
of the “late refinements crept into our language”—
which included ‘mob’ and the failure to pronounce
the ‘e’ in disturbed.
Fifty years later Dr. Johnson triumphantly
arrested the entire language. “ I hereby declare”
wrote Lord Chesterfield in The World, “that I
make a total surrender of all my rights and
privileges in the English language, as a freeborn
British subject, to the said Mr. Johnson, during
the term of his Dictatorship.” And as regards
spelling, “I have really known very fatal consequen-
ces attend the loose and uncertain practise of
auricular orthography”.
What Chesterfield meant half in jest, the
academic world ingested in all seriousness, and
though the advantages which resulted from stand-
ardization are undoubted, a reaction is overdue
from both the literary and commercial sufferers.
Yet in another mood (sair chairmanlooking, like the Ondt, “when he was not making spaces in his psyche”) when Freud and Dante, Vico and Earwicker, Remorse and Erse give place to a more Rabelaisian Parisian Joyce, the cynical flexibility of a portentous verbal virtuoso is manifest. Joyce, the protagonist of neologistic orthology, the bell-wether of debabelization, demands a different approach.
There are two main tendencies in this most significant of contemporary aspirations. Chaucer, Elyot, Nash, Rabelais, Urquhart, and the literary practitioners of the last decade, are in contrast with a tradition which began with Bishop Wilkins and Leibnitz, and which led through Horne Tooke to the great Jeremy Bentham, even through Zamenhof and C. S. Peirce, to the makers of those latest notations and nomenclatures which are again revolutionizing the sciences.
The first may achieve the new Word-Orches-
tration, the second may destroy the old Word-
Magic. If it is worth asking what can be done
for Internationalism with the 500 words of
Panoptic English, or whither a billion symbols
will lead the groping scientist; it is equally worth
creating new symbolic melodies on the eternal
themes even for a dozen kindred experts in
emotional association, with the entire parapher-
nalia of communicative language, from the dis-
cretest intra-verbal punctuation to the most
saturated polysyllabic interpenetration. If the
reading of Work in Progress, and particularly
these three apologues, does but serve to stimulate
here and there an interest in words as sincere as
that of their author, let us rejoice.
EINS within a space and a weary wide space it
wast ere wohned a Mookse. The onesome-
ness wast alltolonely, archunsitslike, broady oval,
and a Mookse he would a walking go (My hood !
cries Antony Romeo) so one grandsumer evening,
after a great morning and his good supper of
gammon and spittish, having flabelled his eyes,
pilleoled his nostrils, vacticanated his ears and
palliumed his throats, he put on his impermeable,
seized his impugnable, harped on his crown and
stepped out of his immobile De Rure Albo (socolled
becauld it was chalkfull of masterplasters and
had borgeously letout gardens strown with cascad-
as, pintacostecas, horthoducts and currycombs)
and set off from Ludstown a spasso to see how
badness was badness in the weirdest of all pens-
ible ways. As he set off with his father’s sword,
his lancia spezzata, he was girded on, and with
that between his legs and his tarkeels, our once
in only Bragspear, he clanked, to my clinking,
from veetoes to threetop, every inch of an
immortal. He had not walked over a pentiadpair
of parsecs from his azylium when at the turning
of the Shinshone Lanteran near Saint Bowery’s-
without-his-Walls he came (secunding to the one
one oneth of the propecies, Amnis Limina Perma-
nent,) upon the most unconsciously boggylooking
stream he ever locked his eyes with. Out of the
colliens it took a rise by daubing itself Ninon. It
looked little and it smelt of brown and it thought
in narrows and it talked showshallow. And as it
rinn it dribbled like any lively purliteasy : My,
my, my! Me and me! Little down dream don’t I
love thee ! And, I declare, what was there on the
yonder bank of the stream that would be a river,
parched on a limb of the olum, bolt downright, but
the Gripes? And no doubt he was fit to be dried for
why had he not been having the juice of his times ?
His pips had been neatly all drowned on him ; his polps were charging odours every older minute ; he was quickly for getting the dresser’s desdaign on the flyleaf of his frons; and he was quietly for giving the bailiff’s distrain on to the bulkside of his cul de Pompe In all his specious heavings, as be lived by Optimus Maximus, the Mookse had never seen his Dubville brooder-on-low so nigh to a pickle.
Adrian (that was the Mookse now’s assumpti-
nome) stuccstill phiz-à-phiz to the Gripes in an
accessit of aurignacian. But Allmookse must to
Moodend much as Allrouts, austereways or was-
tersways, in roaming run through Room. Hic sor
a stone, singularly illud, and on hoe stone Seter satt
huc sate which it filled quite poposterously and by
acclammitation to its fullest justotoryum and
whereopum with his unfallable encyclicling upom
his alloilable, diupetriark of the wouest, and the
athemystsprinkled pederect he always walked
with, Deusdedit, cheek by jowel with his frisher-
man’s blague, Bellua Triumphanes, his everyway
addedto wallat’s collectium, for yea longer he
lieved yea broader he betaught of it, the fetter, the
summe and the haul it cost, he looked the first and
last micahlike laicness of Quartus the Fifth and
Quintus the Sixth and Sixtus the Seventh giving
allnight sitting to Lio the Faultyfindth.
— Good appetite us, sir Mookse ! How do you
do it ? cheeped the Gripes in a wherry whiggy
maudelenian woice and the jackasses all within
bawl laughed and brayed for his intentions for
they knew their sly toad lowry now. I am rarum-
ominum blessed to see you, my dear mouster. Will
you not perhopes tell me everything if you are
pleased, sanity? All about aulne and lithial and
allsall allinall about awn and liseias? Ney?
Think of it ! O miserendissimest retempter ! A Gripes!
— Rats ! bullowed the Mookse most telesphor-
ously, the concionator, and the sissymusses and
the zozzymusses in their robenhauses quailed
to hear his tardeynois at all for you cannot
wake a silken noise out of a hoarse oar. Blast
yourself and your anathomy infairioriboos ! No,
hang you for an animal rurale ! I am superbly
in my supremest poncif ! Abase you, baldyqueens !
Gather behind me, satraps ! Rot !
— I am till infinity obliged with you, bowed the Gripes, his whine having gone to his palpruy head. I am still always having a wish on all my extremities. By the watch, what is the time, pace?
Figure it! The pining peever ! To a Mookse !
— Ask my index, mund my achilles, swell
my obolum, woshup my nase serene, answered
the Mookse, rapidly by turning clement, urban,
eugenious and celestian in the formose of good
grogory humours. Quote awhore ? That is quite
about what I came on my missions with my
intentions laudibiliter to settle with you barba-
rousse. Let thor be orlog. Let Pauline be Irene.
Let you be Beeton. And let me be Los Angeles.
Now measure your length. Now estimate my
capacity. Well, sour? Is this space of our
couple of hours too dimensional for you, tempor-
iser? Will you give you up ? Como ? Fuert it ?
Sancta Patientia. You should have heard the voice that answered him. Culla vosellina.
— I was just thinkling upon that, swees
Mookse, but, for all the rime on my raisins, if I
connow make my submission, I cannos give you
up, the Gripes whimpered from nethermost of his
wanhope. Ishallassoboundbewilsothoutoosezit. My
tumble, loudy bullocker, is my own. My velicity is
too fit in one stockend. And my spetial inexshell-
sis the belowing things ab ove. But I will never
be abler to tell Your Honoriousness (here he near
lost his limb) though my corked father was bott
a pseudowaiter, whose o’cloak you ware.
Incredible ! Well, hear the inevitable.
— Your temple, sus in cribro ! Semperex-
communicambiambisumers. Tugurios-in-Newrobe
or Tukurias-in-Ashies. Novarome, my creature,
blievend bleives. My building space in lyonine
city is always to let to leonlike Men, the Mookse
in a most consistorous allocution pompifically with
immediate jurisdiction constantinently conclud-
ded (what a crammer for the shapewrucked
Gripes!). And I regret to proclaim that it is out
of my temporal to help you from being killed by
inchies, (what a thrust!), as we first met each
other newwhere so airly. (Poor little sowsieved
subsquashed Gripes ! I begin to feel contemption
for him !). My side thank decretals, is as safe as
motherour’s houses, he continued, and I can seen
from my holeydome what it is to be wholly
sane. Unionjok and be joined to yok ! Parysis,
tu sais, crucycrooks, belongs to him who parises
himself. And there I must leave you subject for
the pressing. I can prove that against you, weight
a momentum, mein goot enemy ! or Cospol’s not
our star. I bet you this dozen odd. This folum-
inous dozen odd. Quas primas - but ’tis bitter to
compote my knowledge’s fructos of. Tomes.
Elevating, to give peint to his blick, his jewelled
pederect to the allmysty cielung, he luckystruck
blueild out of a few shouldbe santillants, a cloister
of starabouts over Maples, a lucciolys in Teresa
street and a stopsign before Sophy Barratt’s, he
gaddered togodder the odds docence of his
vellumes, gresk, letton and russicruxian, onto the
lapse of his prolegs, into umfullth onescuppered,
and sat about his widerproof. He proved it well
whoonearth dry and drysick times, and vremia-
ment, tu cesses, to the extinction of Niklaus
altogether (Niklaus Alopysius having been the
once Gripes’s popwilled nimbum) by Neuclidius
and Inexagoras and Mumfsen and Thumpsem, by
Orasmus and by Amenius, by Anacletus the Jew
and by Malachy the Augurer and by the Cappon’s
collection and after that, with Cheekee’s gelatine
and Alldaybrandy’s formolon, he reproved it
ehrltogether when not in that order sundering in
some different order, alter three thirty and a hund-
red times by the binomial dioram and the penic
walls and the ind, the Inklespill legends and the
rure, the rule of the hoop and the blessons of
expedience and the jus, the jugicants of Pontius
Pilax and all the mummyscrips in Sick Bokes’
Juncroom and the Chapters for the Cunning of the
Chapters of the Conning Fox by Tail.
While that Mooksius with preprocession and
with proprecession, duplicitly and diplussedly, was
promulgating ipsofacts and sadcontras this raskolly
Gripos he had allbust seceded in monophysicking
his illsobordunates. But asawfulas he had caught
his base semenoyous sarchnaktiers to combuccinate
upon the silipses of his aspillouts and the ache-
poreoozers of his haggyown pneumax to synereth-
etise with the breadchestviousness of his sweeat-
ovular ducose sofarfully the loggerthuds of his
sakellaries were fond at variance with the synodals
of his somepooliom and his babskissed nepogreasy-
most got the hoof from his philioquus.
— Efter thousand yaws, O Gripes con my
sheepskins, yow will be belined to the world, ens-
cayed the Mookse.
— Ofter thousand yores, amsered the Gripes, be the goat of MacHammud’s, yours may be still, O Mookse, more botheared.
— Us shall be chosen as the first of the last by the electress of Vale Hollow, obselved the Mookse nobily, for par the unicum of Elelijiacks, Us am in Our stabulary and that is what Ruby and Roby fall for, blissim.
The Pills, the Nasal Wash (Yardly’s), the Army
Man Cut, as british as bondstrict and as straight-
cut as when that brokenarched traveller from
Nuzuland....
— Wee, cumfused the Gripes limply, shall not
even be the last of the first, wee hope, when oust
are visitated by the Veiled Horror. And, he added :
Mee are relying entirely, see the fortethurd of Eliss-
abed, on the weightiness of mear’s breath. Puffut !
Unsightbared embouscher, relentless foe to social and business succes ! (Hourihaleine) It might have been a happy evening but....
And they viterberated each other, canis et coluber with the wildest ever wielded since Tarriestinus lashed Pissasphaltium.
— Unuchorn !
— Ungulant !
— Uvuloid !
— Uskybeak !
And bullfolly answered volleyball.
Nuvoletta in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen
shimmers was looking down on them, leaning over
the bannistars and listening all she childishly could.
How she was brightened when Shouldrups in
his glaubering hochskied his welkinstuck and how
she was overclused when Kneesknobs on his
zwivvel was makeacting such a paulse of himshelp !
She was alone. All her nubied companions were
asleeping with the squirrels. Their mivver, Mrs
Moonan, was off in the Fuerst quarter scrubbing
the backsteps of Number 28. Fuvver, that Skand,
he was up in Norwood’s sokaparlour, eating
oceans of Voking’s Blemish. Nuvoletta listened
as she reflected herself, though the heavenly one
with his constellatria and his emanations stood
between, and she tried all she tried to make the
Mookse look up at her (but he was fore too adiapt-
otously farseeing) and to make the Gripes hear
how coy she could be (though he was much too
schystimatically auricular about his ens to heed
her) but it was all mild’s vapour moist. Not even
her feignt reflection, Nuvoluccia, could they
toke their gnoses off for their minds with intrepi-
fide fate and bungless curiasity, were conclaved
with Heliogobbleus and Commodus and Enobarb-
arus and whatever the coordinal dickens they
did as their damprauch of papyrs and buchstubs
said. As if that was their spiration ! As if theirs
could duiparate her queendim ! As if she would
be third perty to search on search proceedings !
She tried all the winsome wonsome ways her
four winds had taught her. She tossed her
sfumastelliacinous hair like la princesse de la Petite
Bretagne and she rounded her mignons arms like
Mrs Cornwallis-West and she smiled over herself
like the beauty of the image of the pose of the
daughter of the queen of the Emperour of Irelande
and she sighed after herself as were she born to
bride with Tristis Tristior Tristissimus. But, sweet
madonine, she might fair as well have carried her
daisy’s worth to Florida. For the Mookse, a
dogmad Accanite, were not amoosed and the
Gripes, a dubliboused Catalick, wis pinefully
obliviscent. I see, she sighed. There are menner.
The siss of the whisp of the sigh of the soft-
zing at the stir of the ver grose O arundo of a
long one in midias reeds : and shades began to
glidder along the banks, greepsing, greepsing,
duusk unto duusk, and it was as glooming as
gloaming could be in the waste of all peacable
worlds. Metamnisia was allsoonome coloroform
brune ; citherior spiane an eaulande, innemorous
and unnumerose. The Mookse had a sound eyes
right but he could not all hear. The Gripes had
light ears left yet he could but ill see. He ceased.
And he ceased, tung and trit, and it was neverso-
ever so dusk of both of them. But still Moo thought
on the deeps of the undths he would profoundth
come the morrokse and still Gri feeled of the
scripes he would escipe if by grice he had luck
enoupes.
O, how it was duusk ! From Vallee Maraia to grasyaplaina, dormimust Echo ! Ah dew! Ah dew ! It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them. O! O! O! Par la pluie!
Then there came down to the thither bank a woman of no appearance (I believe she was a Black with chills at her feet) and she gathered up his hoariness the Mookse motamourfully where he was spread and caried him away to her invisible dwelling, thats hights, Aquila Rapax, for he was the holy sacred solem and poshup spit of her bushop’s apron. So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew all along. And there came down to the hither bank a woman to all important (though they say that she was comely, spite the cold in her heed) and, for he was as like it as blow it to a hawker’s hank, she plucked down the Gripes, torn panicky autotone, in angeu from his limb and cariad away its beotitubes with her to her unseen shieling, it is, De Rore Coeli. And so the poor Gripes got wrong ; for that is always how a Gripes is, always was and always will be. And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. And there were left now an only elmtree and but a stone. Polled with pietrous, Sierre but saule. O ! Yes! And Nuvoletta, a lass.
Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuée ! Nuée! A lightdress fluttered. She was gone. And into the river that had been a stream (for a thousand of tears had gone eon her and come on her and she was stout and struck on dancing and her muddied name was Missisliffi) there fell a tear, a singult tear, the loveliest of all tears (I mean for those who are “ keen ” on the pretty-pretty commonface sort of thing you meet by hopeharrods) for it was a leaptear. But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping as though her heart was brook : Why, why, why! Weh, O weh ! I’se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay!
BOON on begyndelse.
At maturing daily gloryaims !
A flink dab was frankily at the manual
arith sure enough which was the bekase he
knowed from his cradle, no boy better, why his
fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with.
First by observation, there came boko and nigh
him wigworms and nigh him tittlies and nigh him
cheekchaps and nigh him pickpocket with pick-
pocketpumb, pickpocketpoint, pickpocketprod,
pickpocketpromise and upwithem. And anyhows
always after them the dimpler he weighed the
fonder fell he of his null four lovedroyd curdinals
his element curdinal numen and his enement
curdinal marryng and his epulent curdinal weiss-
wassh and his eminent curdinal Kay O’Kay.
Always would he be a reciting of them up by
rota, in his Fanden’s catachysm from fursed to
laced, quickmarch to decemvers, so as to pin the
tenners, thumbs down. And anon and aldays,
strues yerthere, would he wile arecreating em om
lumerous ways, caiuscounting in the scale of piff
puff pive poo, poo puff pive pree, pree puff pive
pfoor, pfoor puff pive pippive, poopive, Niall
Dhu, Foughty Unn, Enoch Thortig, endso one,
like to pitch of your cap, pac, on to tin tall spillicans.
To sum, borus pew notus pew eurus pew zipher.
Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims Mumtiplay of
course and carry to their whole number. While on
the other hand, traduced by their comedy nomin-
ator to the loaferst terms for their aloquent parts,
sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dice. He could
find by practice the valuse of thine-to-mine
articles with no reminder for an equality of
reations and, with the helpings from his tables,
improduce fullmin to trumblers, links unto chains,
weys in Nuffolk till tods of Yorek, oozies ad
libs and several townsends, several hundreds,
civil-to-civil imperious gallants into gells (Irish),
bringing alliving stone allaughing down to
grave clothnails and a league of achers, fools
and lurchers under the rude rule of fumb.
What signifieth whole that but, be all the prowess of
ten, ’tis as strange to relate he, nonparile to rede,
rite and reckan, caught allmeals dullmarks for
his nucleuds and alegobrew. O them doddhunters
and allanights, aabs and baas for agnomes, yees
and zees for incognits, bate him up jerrybly.! Show
that the median, hce che ech, interecting at royde
angles the parilegs of a given obtuse one biscuts
both the arcs that are in curveachord behind.
Brickbaths. A Tullagrove pole to the Height of
County Fearmanagh has a septain inclinaison
and the graphplot for all the functions in
Lower County Monachan, whereat samething is
rivisible by nighttim, may be involted into the
zeroic couplet, palls pell inhis heventh glike
noughty times ∞ find, if you are not literally
cooefficient how minney combinaisies and permut-
andies can be played on the international surd
! pthwndxrclzp ! , hids cubid rute being extructed,
taking anan illitterettes, ififif at a tom. Answers, (for
teasers only). Ten, twent, thirt, see, ex and three
icky totchty ones. From solation to solution.
Imagine the twelve deaferended dumbbawls of
the whowl abovebeugled to be the contonuation
through regeneration of the urutteration of
the word in pregross. It follows that, if the two
antesedents be bissyclitties and the three come-
seekwenchers trundletrikes, then, Big Wheeler
restant upsittuponable, the NCR presents to us
an ottomantic turquo-indaco of pictorial shine by
pictorial shimmer so long as pictorial summer,
viridorefulvid, lits asheen, but, if this habby
cyclic order be outraciously enviolated, the zitas
runnind hare and dart, with the yeggs in their
muddle, while the catched and dodged exarx seems
himmulteemiously to beem the ersed ladest mand
and the losed farce on erroroots, MPM brings us
a rainborne pamtomomiom, aquilavant to kaksi-
toista volts yksitoista volts kymmenen volts
yhdeksan volts kahdeksan volts seitseman volts
kuusi volts viisi volts nelja volts kolme volts
kaksi volts yksi to the finish of helvé’s fractures.
In outher wards, one from five, one from fives two,
two to fives ones millamills with a mill and a
half a mill and twos fives fives of ballycleevers.
For a surview over all the factionables see Iris
in the Evening World. Binomeans to be com-
prendered. The aximones. And their prostalutes.
For his neuralgiabrown. Equal to = soahc.
P.t.l.o.a.t.o.
So, bagdad, as I know and you know yourself
and the arab in the street knows better nor
anymeade or persan, comic cuts always were to
be capered in Casey’s frost book of, page torn on
dirty, to be hacked at Hickey’s, hucksler, Welling-
ton’s Iron Bridge, and so, by long last as it would
shuffle out, must he to trump adieu adroit adieu
atout atous to those cardinhands he a big deal
missed, radmachrees and rossecullinans and blag-
pikes in suitclover. Dear hearts of my counting,
would he revoke them, forewheel to packnumbers,
and, the time being no help fort, plates to lick
one and turn over.
Problem ye ferst, construct ann aquilittoral dryankle Probe loom! With his primal handstoe in his sole salivarium. Concoct an equoangular trillitter. On the name of the tizzer and off the tongs and off the mythametical tripods. Beatsoon.
Can you nei do her, numb ? asks Dolph, suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev, expecting the answer guess. Nor was the noer long disappointed for easiest of kisshams, he was made vicewise. Oc, tell it to oui, do, Sem ! Well, ’tis oil thusly. First mull a mugfull of mud, son. Oglores, the virtuoser prays, olorum ! What the D.V. would I do that for ? That’s a goosey’s ganswer you’re for giving me, he is told, what the Deva would you do that for? Now, sknow royol road to Puddlin, take your mut for a first beginning. Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam will doob, I guess. Mux your pistany at a point of the coastmap to be called a but pronounced olfa. There’s the isle of Mun, ah ! O ! Tis just. Bene! Now, all in applepine erdor
(for Dolph, dean of idlers, meager suckling of
gert stone, though barekely a balbose boy, he too,—
venite, preteriti, sine mora dumque de entibus
nascituris decentius in lingua romana mortuorum
parva chartula liviana ostenditur, sedentes in
letitia super ollas carnium spectantes immo situm
lutetiae unde auspiciis secundis tantae consurgent
humanae stirpes, antiquissimam flaminum am-
borum Jordani et Jambaptistae mentibus revol-
vamus sapientam : totum tute fluvii modo
mundo fluere, eadem quae ex aggere fututa fuere
iterum inter alveum fore futura, quodlibet sese
ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium,
omnem demun amnem ripis rivalibus amplecti —
recurrently often, when him moved he would
cake their chair, coached rebelliumtending mikes
of his same and over his own choirage at
Backlane univarsity, among of which pupal
souaves the pizdrool was pulled up, bred
and battered, for a dillon a dollar, chanching
letters for them vice o’verse to bronze mottes and
blending tschemes for em in tropadores and
doublecressing twofold thruths and devising tingl-
ing tailwords too whilest, cunctant that another
would finish his sentence for him, he would
smilabit eggways ned, he would, so prim, and
pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, retelling
humself by the math hour a reel of funnish ficts
apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund
thoughts and the thirds the charmhim girlalove
and fourthermore and filthily with bag from
Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence
and hoptohill and hexenshoes ; and, in point of
feet, when he landed in ourland’s leinster of saved
and solomnones for the twicedhecame time off
Lipton’s strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a
tan soute of sails he converted it’s nataves, name
saints, young ordnands, maderaheads and old
unguished P.T. Publikums, through the medium
of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put off the
barcelonas from their peccaminous corpulums
(Gratings, Mr Dane !) and kiss on their bottes (Mas-
ter!) as often as they came within bloodshot of
that other familiar temple and showed em the
celestine way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick
and his perry humdrum dumb and numb nostrums
that he larned in Hymbuktu, and that same
galloroman cultous is very prevailend up to this
windiest of laudhavemiseries all over what was
beforeaboots a land of nods, in spite of all the
bloot, all the braim, all the brawn, all the brile, that
was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the
while, for our people, the at Wickerworks, still
hold ford to their healing and byleave in the old
weights downupon the Swanny innovated by him,
the prence di Propagandi, the chrism for the christ-
mass, the pillar of the perished and the rock
o’ ralereality, and it is veritably belied, we belove,
that not allsods of esoupcans that’s in the queen’s
pottage post and not allfinesof greendgold that
the Indus contains would overhinduce them (o.p.)
to steeplechange back to their ancient flash and
crash habits of old Pales time ere beam slewed
cable or Derzherr, live wire, fired Benjermine
Funkling outa th’Empyre, sin righthand son; which,
cummal, having listed curefully to his continental’s
curses, pummel, apostrophised Byrne’s and Flam-
ing’s and Furniss’s and Bill Hayses’s and Ellishly
Haught’s, hoe, they (t. a. W.) let drop as a doom-
body drops, without another word eitherways, as
priesto as puddywhack, coal on : and, talking of
missions for mades to scotch the schlang and
leathercoats for murty magdies of course this
has blameall in that world to say to his privates
judgments when, so to put it, conn the shaughraun ;
but to return for a moment from the reptile’s age to
the coxswain on the first landing (page Ainée Ri-
vière !) if the pretty elisabess, Hotel des Ruines —
she laid her batsleeve for him two trueveres tell
(Love. On the Ides of Valentino’s, at Idleness,
Floods Area, Isolade, Liv’s lonely daughter, with
the Comes Tichiami, of Prima Vista, Abroad, sudd-
enly) and beauty alone of all dare say when now in
what niche of time is Shee or where in the rose world
trysting, that was the belle of La Chapelle,
shapely Liselle, and the peg-of-my-heart of all the
tompull or on whose limbs-to-lave her semicupiose
eyes now kindling themselves are brightning,
O Shee who then (4.32 M.P., old time, to be precise,
according to all three doctors waterburies that
was MacAuliffe and poor MacBeth and poor
MacGhimley to the tickleticks, of the synchronisms,
all lauschening, a time also confirmed seven
sincuries later by the fourth medical johnny, poor
old MacAdoo MacDollett, with notary, whose
presence was required by law of Devine Foresygth)
who after the first compliments med darkist day-
light, gave him then that vantage of a Blnkensope’s
cuddlebath at her proper mitts — if she then, the then
that matters, — but, seigneur! she could never
have forefelt, as she yet will fearfeel, when the lovenext
breaks out, such a coolcold douche as him, the
totterer, doubling back, in nowtime, O alors !, to
mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot !) under that
chemise de fer and a vartryproof name, Multalusi
(would it wash?) with a cheek white peaceful as,
we shall say, a single professed claire’s and his
washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser’s
lampblick to pure where they where hornest girls
to buy her in, mon foie, if you plait, nuncandtunc
and for simper and other duel mavourneens in
plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth
super Luck, come messes, come mams, and
touch your spottprice (for twas he was the
born suborner, man) on behalf of an oldest
ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima and Gemiti,
later on, his craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish
title Grindings of Nash, the One and Only, Unic
bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend cornwer,
man — ship me silver !, it must have been, faw !
a terrible mavrue mavone, to synamite up the old
Adam-he-used-to, such a finalley, and that’s flat
as Tut’s fut, for whowhowho? the poour girl, a
lonely peggy, given the bird, so iseuladed as
Crampton’s peartree, (she sall eurn bitter bed by
thirt sweet of her face !), and short wonder so
many of the tomthick and tarry members in all
there subsequious ages tipped to console with her
at her mirrorable gracewindow’d hut till the ives
of Man, the O’Kneels and the O’Prayins and the
O’Hyens of Lochlaunstown and the O’Hollerins
of Staneybooter, hollyboys, all, burryripe who’ll
buy?, in juwelietry and kicky-choses and madorna-
ments and that’s not the finis of it (would it
were !) — but to think of him foundling a nelliza
the second, also cliptbuss (the best was still there
if the torso was gone) where he did and when he
did, retriever to the last — escapes my forgetness
now was it dustcovered, nom de Lieu ! on lapse or
street ondown — for merry a valsehood whisprit he
to manny a lilying earling; and to try to analvse that
ambo’s pair of braceleans akwart the rollyon
trying to amarm all of that miching micher’s
bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish
mousetaches into her limited (tuffluff, que tu es
pitre !) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends
in their dolightful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea,
(O little oily head, sloper’s brow and prickled
ears!) as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition,
were a wrigular writher neonovene babe ! — well,
diarmuee aud granyou and Vae Vinctis, if that
is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is
intaken seems circling toward out yondest heaven
help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly
displeaced diorems in the Saint Lubbock’s Day
number of that most improving of roundshows,
Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted
before publication, indiapepper edition shortly),
are for our indices, it agins to pear like it par
my fay and there is no use for your pastripreach-
ing for to cheesse it either or praying fresh
fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on
Huggin Green to take warning by the prispast,
why?, bycows ∵ man, in shirt, is how he is più
la gonna è mobile and ∴ they wonet do ut ; and
an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan
of this eer illwinded goodfornobody you would
see in his house of thoughtsam what a jetsam
litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of
lands derelict and of tongues laggin too, not only
that but searchlighting pharahead into faturity
your own convolvulis would real to jazztfancy
the novo takin place of what stale words whilom
were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so ;
and equally so the crame of it is that, whenas the
swiftshnt scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex
will hark back to lark to you that no mouth has
the might to set a mearbound to the march of a
landsmaul, in half a sylb onward the beast of
boredom, common sense, lurking down insire his
loose Eating S. S. collar is gogoing ot whisth to
you sternly how you must, how, draw the line
somewhawre)
Coss? Cossist ? Your parn ! (and in
truth he had albut lost himself, so had he gazet in
the lazily eye of his lapis, Vieus Von DVbLIn)
Given now
ann linch
you take
enn all.
Allow me.
And, heav-
ing alljaw-
breakical
expressions
out of old Sire Isaac’s universal of specious arist-
mystic unsaid, A is for Anna like L is for liv. Aha
hahah, Ante Ann you’re apt to ape aunty annalive !
Dawn gives rise. Lo, lo, lives love ! Eve takes fall.
La, la, laugh leaves alass! Aiaiaiai, Antiann, we’re
last to the lost, Loulou ! Tis perfect. Now (lens your
dappled eye here, mine’s presbyoperian, shill
und wall) we see the copyngink strayedline AL
(in Fig, the forest) from being continued, stops ait
Lambday. Modder ilond there too. Allow me
anchore. I bring down noth and carry awe.
Now, then, take this in! With Olaf as centrum and
Olaf’s lambtail for his spokesman circumscript
a cyclone. Allow ter ! Hoop ! As round as the
calf of an egg! O, dear me! O, dear me now!
Another grand discobely ! You’ve actuary ent-
ducked one ! Quok ? Why, you haven’t a
passer! Fantastic! Early clever, surely doomed,
to Swift’s, alas, the galehus ! Match of a matchness,
like your Bigdud dadder in the bouedeville song,
Gorotsky Gollovar’s Troubles, raucking his flavour-
ite turvku in the smukking precincts of lydias.
with Mary Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to
edge his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston
and Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz, our
papacocopotl, Abraham Bradley King? (ting
ting! ting ting !) By his magmasine fall. Lumps,
lavas and all. Bene! But it’s not alover yet. The
mystery repeats itself todate as our callback
mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a tanner,
used to sing now and then consinuously over her
possetpot in her quer homolocous humminbass
hesterdie and istherdie and forivor. Vanissas
Vanistatums ! And for a night and a day. In
effect, I remumble, purr lil murrerof myhind, so
she used indeed. Faithful departed. Rest in
peace ! What a wonderful memory you have too !
Twonderful morrowy ! Straorbinaire ! Bene ! I
bring town eau and curry nothung up my sleeve,
Now, springing quickenly from the mudland Loosh
from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetraturn a
a somersault. All’s fair on all fours. Watch!
Allow, allow! Hop lala! As umpty herum as your
seat! O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very
nace indeed ! And makes us a daintical pair of
accomplasses ! Beve ! Now, there’s tew trick-
lesome poinds where our twain of doubling
bicirculars dunloop into eath the ocher. Lucihere !
I fee where you mea. The doubleviewed seeds.
Nun, lemmas quatsch, and I think as I’m suqeez
the limon, stickme punctum but for semenal
rations I’d likelong to mack a capital Pee for
Pride down there on the batom where Hoddum
and Heave, our monsterbilker, balked his bawd of
parodies. And let you go and mick your modest
mock Pie out of Humbles up your end. With a
geing groan grunt and a croak click cluck. And
my faceage kink and kurkle trying to make keek
peep. Are you right there, Michael, are you right?
Ay, I’m right here, Nickel, and I’ll write. But it’s
the muddest thick that was ever heard dump.
Now join alfa pea and pull loose by dotties and, to
be more sparematically logoical, eelpie and paleale
by trunkles. Allow me align while I encloud
especious. Like pah. I peh. Innate little bondery.
And as plane as a pokestiff. Now, aqua in buccat.
I’ll make you to see figuratleavely the whome of
your eternal geomater. Hissss ! Arrah, go on ! Fin
for fun? You’ve spat your shower but let’s have
at it ! Subtend to me now ! Pisk ! Outer serpum-
stances beiug ekewilled, we carefully, if she pleats,
lift by her hem at the spidsiest of her trickkikant
(like thousands done before) the maidsapron of
our A.L.P., fearfully! till its nether nadir is
vortically where (allow me aright to two cute
winkles) its naval’s napex will have to beandbe.
You must proach nearmear for at is dark. And
light your mech. And this is what you’ll say.
Waaaaaa. Tch ! Sluice! Pla! And their, redneck,
mygh and thy, discinet and isoplural in its
sixuous parts, midden wedge of the stream’s your
muddy old triagonal delta plain for you now, appia
lippia pluvaville, the no niggard spot of her safety
vulve, first of all usquiluteral threeingles, the
constant of fluxion and allaph quaran’s his bett und
bier. Paa lickam laa lickam. apl lpa. This it is an
her. You see her it. Which it whom you see it is
her her. Quicks herit fossyending. Quef ! For, let it
be taken that her littlenest is of no magnetude or
let it be granted that Doll the laziest can be
dissimulant with all respects from Doll the fiercst,
thence must any whatyoulike in the power of
empthood be either greater THAN or less THAN
the unitate we have in one or hence shall the vect-
orious readyeyes of evertwo circumflicksrent
searclhers never film in the elipsities of their
gyribouts those fickers which are returnally
reprodictive of themselves. Which is unpassible.
Quarrellary. The logos of somewome to that base
anything, when most characteristically mantissa-
minus, comes to nullum in the endth : orso, here
is nowet badder than the sin of Aha with his
cosin Lil, verswaysed on eoverswised, and all that’s
consecants and cotangincies till Perperp stops
repippinghim since her redtangles are all absciss-
an for limitsing this tendency of our Frivul-
teeny Sexagesima to expense herselfs as sphere as
possible, paradismic perimutter, in all directions
on the bend of the unbridalled, the infinisissimalls
of her facets becoming manier and manier as the
calicolum of her umdescribables shrinks from
schurtiness to scherts. Scholium, there are trist
sigheds to everysing but ichs on the freed brings
euchs to the feared. Qued? O, dear me, look
at that now! I’m glad you dimentioned it! My
Lourde ! My Lourde ! And a superpbosition ! Quoint
a quincidence ! As Ollover Cromleck said when he
slepped ueber his grannyamother. But you’re
holy mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce as
if vou was seeheeing the gheist that stays forenenst,
you blessed simpletop domefool ! You must lap
wandret down the bluishing refluction below.
Her trunk’s not her braindbox. Hear where the
bolgylines, Yseen here the puncture. Luck ! Well,
well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that’s very lovely!
Very lively entirely. So analytical plausible.
It will be a lozenge to me all my lipe. Ever
thought about Guinness’s? Want to join the
police? You know, you were always one of
the bright ones, since a foot made you an
unmentionable, fakes. You know, you’re the
divver’s own smart gossoon, aequal to yoursell
and unugol to anglyother, so you are, hoax! You
know, you’ll be dampned, so you will, one of
these invernal days but you will be, carrotty.
Wherapool, gayet that he would have ever the
lothst, word. with a sweet me ah err eye ear marie
to reat from the jacob’s and a shypull for tooth-
sake of his armjaws at the slidepage, would and
could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the rinn-
erung and to ate by hart (leo I read, such is span-
ish, escribibis, all your mycoscoups) wont to
nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in
bewonderment of his chipper chuthor with his
muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking with his
sinister cyclopes after trigamies pursuiting their
rovinghamilton selves and godolphing in fairlove
to see around the waste of noland’s browne jesus
(thur him no quartos !) till that on him poorin sweat
the juggaleer’s veins (quench his quill !) in his
napier scrag stud out bursthright tamquam taught-
ropes. Es war itwas in his priesterrite. O He Must
Suffer! From this misbelieving feacemaker to his
noncredible fancyflame. Ask for bosthoon, late for
Mass, pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you
could wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as
foyne as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick !
Nock the muddy nickers ! Christ’s Church varses
Bellial !) Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine
born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would
pine for her, how he would patpun fun for all with
his frolicky frowner so and his glumsome grinner
otherso. And how are you, waggy? My animal his
sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver !
Se non é vero son trovatore. O jerry ! He was soso,
harriot all ! He was sadfellow, steifel ! He was
mistermysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee
with a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday,
wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till
the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches ! He
was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of shittim
wood. Look at him ! Sink deep or touch not the
Cartesian spring! Want more ashes, griper? How
diesmal he was lying low on his rawside laying
siege to goblin castle. And, bezouts that, how
hyenesmeal he was laying him long on his
laughside lying sack to croakpartridge. (Be thou
wars Rolaf’s intestions, quoths the Bhagavat
biskop Leech) Ann opes tipoo soon ear! If you
could me lendtill my pascol’s candle, sahib, and
the price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With best
apolojigs and merrymoney thanks to self for all
the clerricals and again begs guerdon for bistris-
pissing on your bunificence. Well wiggywiggywag-
tail, and how are you yaggy? With a capital Tea
for Thirst. Blott.
Now, (brush your saton hat, me elementator
joyclid, son of a Butt! She’s mine, Jow low jure,
be Skibbering’s eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees
Archway) watch him, having caught at the bifurk-
ing calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike under-
worp he had ever funnet without difficultads,
the aboleshqvick, signing away in happinext
complete, (Can you write us a last line? From
Smith-Jones-Orbison?) Intrieatedly in years, jirry-
alimpaloop. And i Romain, hup u bn gd grl.
Unds alws my thts. To fallthere at bare feet hurrya-
swormarose. Two dies of one rafflement. Eche
bennyache. Outstamp and distribute him at the
expanse of his society. To be continued. Anon.
And ook, ook, ook fanky ! All the charictures
in the drame ! This is how San holypolypools.
And this, pardonsky !, is the way Romeopullup-
alleaps. Pose the pen, man, way me does. Way
ole missa vellatooth fust show me how. Fourth
power to her illpogue ! Bould strokes for your
life ! Tip ! This is Steal, this is Barke, this is Starn,
this is Swhipt, this is Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is
Doubbllinnbbayyates. This is brave Danny weep-
ing his spache for the popers. This is cool Conn-
olly wiping his hearth with brave Danny. And
this, regard !, is how Chawleses Skewered par-
paraparnelligoes between brave Danny boy and
the Connolly. Upanishadem ! Top. Spoken hath
L’Arty Magory. Eregobragh. Prouf !
And Kev was wreathed with his pother.
But, (that Jacoby feeling again for forebitten fruit and Kevvy too just loves his puppadums !) after all his paraboles of famellicurbs and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through his pergaman do for the blessted selfchuruls smarter like it done for manny another unpious of the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at length he measured his earth? could not but recken in his adder’s way our frankson who, to be plain, was misocain. Wince wan’s won! Rip! And his countinghands rose.
Loves deathhow simple !
THE Gracehoper was always jigging a jog,
hoppy, on akkant of his joyicity, (he had
a partner pair of findlestilts to supplant him), or,
if not, he was always making ungraceful overtures
to Floh and Luse and Bienie and Vespatilla to
play pupa-pupa and pulicy-pulicy and langtennas
and pushpygyddyum and to commence insects
with him, there mouthparts to his orefice and
his gambills to there airy processes, even if only
in chaste, ameng the everlastings, behold a was-
pering pot. He would of curse melissciously,
by his fore feelhers, flexors, contractors, depressors
and extensors, lamely, harry me, marry me, bury
me, bind me, till she was puce for shame and
allso fourmish her in Spinner’s housery at the
earthsbest schoppinhour so summery as his cot-
tage, which was cald fourmillierly Tingsomingen-
ting, groped up. Or, if he was not done doing
that, improbably he was always striking up funny
funereels with Besterfarther Zeuts, the Aged One,
with all his wigeared corollas, albedinous and
oldbuoyant, inscythe his elytrical wormcasket and
Dehlia and Peonia, his draping nymphs, bewheedl-
ing him, compound eyes on hornitosehead, and
Auld Letty Plussiboots to scratch his cacumen and
cackle his tramsitus, diva deborah, (seven bolls of
sapo, a lick of lime, two spurts of fussfor, three-
furts of sulph, a shake o’ shooker, doze grains of
migniss and a mesfull of midcap pitchies. The
whool of the whaal in the wheel of the whorl of
the Boubou from Bourneum has thus come to
taon !) and with tambarins and cantoridettes
soturning around his eggshill rockcoach their dance
McCaper in retrophœbia, beck from bulk, like
fantastic disossed and jenny aprils to, the ra, the
ra, the ra, the ra, langsome heels and langsome
toesies, attended to by a mutter and doffer duffmatt
baxingmotch and a myrmidins of pszozlers pszing-
ing. Satyr’s Caudledayed Nice and Humbly,
Dumbly Sod We Awhile but Ho, Time Time-
agen, Wake! For if sciencium (what’s what)
can mute uns nought, ’a thought, abought the
Great Sommboddy within the Omniboss perhops
an artsaccord (hoot’s hoot) might sing ums tumtim
abutt the Little Newbuddies that ring his panch.
A high old tide for the barheated publics and
the whole day as gratiis ! Fudder and lighting for
ally looty, any filly in a fog for O’Cronione lags
acrumbling in his sands but his sunsunsuns still
tumble on. Erething above ground, as his Book of
Breathings bed him, so as everwhy, sham or shun-
ner, zeemliangly to kick time.
Grouscious me and scarab my sahul ! What a
bagateller it is ! Libelulous ! Inzanzarity ! Pou !
Ptah ! What a zeit for the goths ! vented
the Ondt, who, not being a sommerfool, was
thothfolly making chilly spaces at hisphex affront
of the icinglass of his windhame, which was cold
antitopically Nixnixundnix. We shall not come to
party at that lopp’s, he decided possibly, for he is
not on our social list. Nor to Ba’s berial nether
this oldeborre’s yaar ablong as there’s a khul on a
khat. Nefersenless, when he had safely looked up
his ovipository, he loftet hails and prayed : May
he me no voida water! Seekit Hatup ! May no he
me tile pig shed on ! Suckit Hotup ! As broad as
Beppy’s realm shall flourish my reign shall flour-
ish! As high as Heppy’s hevn shall flurrish my
haine shall hurrish ! Shall grow, shall flourish!
Shall hurrish ! Hummum.
The Ondt was a weltall fellow, raumybult and
abelboobied, bynear saw altitudinous wee a schell-
ing in kopfers. He was sair sair sullemn and
chairmanlooking when he was not making spaces
in his psyche, but, laus ! when he wore making
spaces on his ikey, he ware mouche mothst secred
and muravyingly wisechairmanlooking. Now whim
the sillybilly of a Gracehoper had jingled through
a jungle of love and debts and jangled through a
jumble of life in doubts afterworse, wetting with
the bimblebeaks, drikking with nautonects, bilking
with durrydunglecks and horing after ladybirdies
(ichnehmon diagelegenaitoikon) he fell joust as
sieck as a sexton and tantoo pooveroo quant a
churchprince, and wheer the midges to wend
hemsylph or vosch to sirch for grub for his cora-
pusse or to find a hospes, alick, he wist gnit !
Bruko dry ! fuko spint ! Sultamont osa bare ! And
volomundo osi videvide ! Nichtsnichtsundnichts !
Not one pickopeck of muscowmoney to bag a
tittlebits of beebread ! Iomiol ! Iomiol ! Crick’s
corbicule, which a plight ! O moy Bog, he contrited,
I am heartily hungry !
He had eaten all the whilepaper, swallowed the
lustres, devoured forty flights of styearcases,
chewed up all the mensas and seccles, ronged the
records, made mundballs of the ephemerids and
voracioused most glutinously with the very time-
place in the ternitary - not too dusty a cicada of
neutriment for a chittinous chip so mitey. But when
Chrysalmas was on the bare branches off he went
from Tingsomingenting. He took a round stroll
and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the
leivnits in his hair made him thought he had the
Tossmania. Had he twicylched the sees of the
deed and trestraversed their revermer? Was he
come to hevre with his engiles or gone to hull
with the poop? The June snows was flocking in
thuckflues on the hegelstomes, millipeeds of it and
myriopoods, and a lugly tournedos, the Borabora-
yellers blohablasting tegolhuts up to tetties and
ruching sleets off the coppeehouses with an irri-
tant, penetrant, siphonopterous spuk. Grausssssss !
Opr ! Grausssssss ! Opr !
The Gracehoper who, though blind as batflea,
yet knew his good smetterling of entymology
promptly tossed himself in the vico, phthin and
phthir, on top of his buzzer and the next time he
makes the aquinatance of the Ondt after this they
have met themselves it shall be motylucky if he
will beheld not a world of differents. Behailed His
Gross the Ondt prostrandvorous upon his dhrone,
in his Papylonian babooshkees, with unshrinkables
farfalling from his unthinkables, swarming of him-
self in his sunnyroom, sated before his comfort-
umble phullupsuppy of a plate o’monkynous and a
confucion of minthe (for he was a conformed
aceticist and aristotaller) as appi as a oneysucker
or a baskerboy on the Libido with Floh biting
his leg thigh and Luse lugging his luff leg and
Bienie bussing him under his bonnet and Vespatilla
blowing cosy fond tutties up the large of his
smalls. Emmet and demmet and be jiltses crazed
and be jadeses whipt ! schneezed the Gracehoper,
aguepe with ptchjelasys and at his wittol’s indts,
what have eyeforsight !
The Ondt, that true and perfect host, was
making the greatest spass a body could with
his queens laceswinging for he was spizzing all
over him like thingsumanything in formicolation,
boundlessly blissfilled in an allallahbath of
houris. He was ameising himself hugely at
crabround and marypose, chasing Floh out of
charity and tickling Luse, I hope too, and tackling
Bienie, faith, as well, and jucking Vespatilla jukely
by the chimiche. Never did Dorsan from Dun-
shanagan dance it with more devilry ! The veri-
patetic imago of the impossible Gracehoper on his
odderkop in the myre, sans mantis ne shooshooe,
feather weighed animule, actually and presumptu-
ably sinctifying chronic’s despair, was sufficiently
and probably coocoo much for his chorous of
gravitates. A darkener of the threshold? Haru !
Orimis, capsizer of his antboat, sekketh rede from
Evil-it-is, lord of loaves in Amongded. Be it ! So
be it ! Thou-who-thou-art, the fleet-as-spindhrift,
impfang thee of mine wideheight ! Haru !
The thing pleased him andt, andt andt,
In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen.
This first edition of Tales Told of Shem and Shaun by James Joyce, with a preface by C. K. Ogden and a portrait of the author by Brancusi, printed in hand-set Caslon in June 1929 for and under the direction of Harry and Caresse Crosby at their Black Sun Press ( Maitre - Imprimeur Lescaret) Rue Cardinale, Paris, is limited to 100 copies on Japanese Vellum signed by the author, 500 copies on Holland Van Gelder Zonen and 50 copies Hors Commerce.
The entire edition is for sale at the Bookshop of Harry F. Marks 31 West 47 Street New York
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