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’d more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows tureens.

5 Alls Sings and Alls Howls.

read we in must book. It tells. He

prophets most who bilks the best.

And that salubrated sickenagiaour of

The Twofold

COME SI

Truth and the

yaours have teaspilled all my hazeydency.

COMPITA Conjunctive

Forge away, Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp.

CUNCTITI Appetites of

Bleating Goad, it is the least of things,

TITILATIO?

Oppositional

CONKERY

Eyeinstye! Imagine it, my deep dartry

Orexes.

CUNK,

dullard! It is hours giving, not more. I’m

Trishagion.

THIGHonly out for celebridging over the guilt of THIGHTthe gap in your hiscitendency. You are a TICKELLYTHIGH, LIGhundred thousand times welcome, old GERILAG,

wort-sampler, hellbeit you’re just about as

TITTERITOT,

culpable as my woolfell merger would be.

LEG IN A TEE,

In effect I could engage in an energument

LUG IN A

over you till you were republicly royally

LAW, TWO AT

A TIE, THREE

toobally prussic blue in the shirt after.1

ON A

Trionfante di bestia! And if you’re not

THRICKY

your bloater’s kipper may I never curse

TILL OHIO

OHIO

again on that pint I took of Jamesons. Old

IOIOMISS.

Keane now, you’re rod, hook and sinker,

old jubalee Keane! Biddy’s hair. Biddy’s

hair, mine lubber. Where is that Quin but

he sknows it knot but what you that are

my popular end-phthisis were born with a

solver arm up your sleep. Thou in shanty !

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

Thou in scanty shanty ! ! Thou in slanty

scanty shanty! ! ! Bide in your hush! Bide

in your hush, do! The law does not aloud

you to shout. I plant my penstock in your

postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be to

all remembrance. Vale. Ovocation of

maiding waters.2 For auld lang salvy

steyne. I defend you to champ my

scullion’s praises. To book alone belongs

the lobe. Foremaster’s meed3 will mark

tomorrow, when we are making

pilscrummage to whaboggeryin with

1 From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice. 2 Not Kilty. But the manajar was. He! He! Ho! Ho! Ho!

3 Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory M Gusty. staff, scarf and blessed wallet and our

Abnegation is

ENTER THE

Adaptation.

aureoles round our neckkandcropfs where

COP AND

Cato. Nero.

as and when Heavysciusgardaddy, parent

HOW.

Saul. Aristotle.

who offers sweet-meats, will gift uns his

SECURES

Julius Caesar.

GUBERNANT

Noblett’s surprize. With this laudable

Pericles. Ovid.

URBIS

purpose in loud ability let us be

Adam, Eve.

TERROREM.

Domitian.

singulfied. Betwixt me and thee hung

Edipus

cong. Item, mizpah ends.

Socrates. Ajax.

But while the dial are they doodling

Homer.

dawd-ling over the mugs and the grubs?

Marcus

Aurelius.

Oikey, Impostolopulos?1 Steady steady

Alcibiades.

steady steady steady studiavimus. Many

Lucretius.

many many many many manducabimus.2

We’ve had our day at triv and quad and

writ our bit as intermidgets. Art,

literature, politics, economy, chemistry,

human-ity, &c. Duty, the daughter of

discipline, the Great Fire at the South City Markets, Belief in Giants and the Banshee,

A Place for Every-thing and Everything in

its Place, Is the Pen Mightier than the

Sword? A Successful Career in the Civil

Service,3 The Voice of Nature in the

Forest,4 Your Favorite Hero or Heroine,

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

On the Benefits of Recreation,5 If

Standing Stones Could Speak, Devotion to

the Feast of the Indulgence of Portiuncula,

The Dublin Metropolitan Police Sports at

Ballsbridge, De-scribe in Homely Anglian

Monosyllables the Wreck of the

Hesperus,6 What Morals, if any, can be

drawn from Diarmuid and Grania?7 Do

you Approve of our Existing Parliamentary

System? The Uses and Abuses of Insects,

A

1 The divvy wants that babbling brook. Dear Auntie Emma Emma Eates. 2 Strike the day off, the nightcap’s on nigh. Goney, goney gone!

3 R.C., disengaged,

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