| the Little Old Man's and All Swell That Aimswell, the Cup and | 1 |
| the Stirrup, he sought his wellwarmed leababobed in a hous- | 2 |
| ingroom Abide With Oneanother at Block W.W., (why didn't | 3 |
| he back it?) Pump Court, The Liberties, and, what with | 4 |
| moltapuke on voltapuke, resnored alcoh alcoho alcoherently to | 5 |
| the burden of I come, my horse delayed, nom num, the sub- | 6 |
| stance of the tale of the evangelical bussybozzy and the rusinur- | 7 |
| bean (the 'girls' he would keep calling them for the collarette | 8 |
| and skirt, the sunbonnet and carnation) in parts (it seemed he | 9 |
| was before the eyots of martas or otherwales the thirds of fossil- | 10 |
| years, he having beham with katya when lavinias had her mens | 11 |
| lease to sea in a psumpship doodly show whereat he was looking | 12 |
| for fight niggers with whilde roarses) oft in the chilly night (the | 13 |
| metagonistic! the epickthalamorous!) during uneasy slumber in | 14 |
| their hearings of a small and stonybroke cashdraper's executive, | 15 |
| Peter Cloran (discharged), O'Mara, an exprivate secretary of no | 16 |
| fixed abode (locally known as Mildew Lisa), who had passed | 17 |
| several nights, funnish enough, in a doorway under the blankets | 18 |
| of homelessness on the bunk of iceland, pillowed upon the stone | 19 |
| of destiny colder than man's knee or woman's breast, and | 20 |
| Hosty, (no slouch of a name), an illstarred beachbusker, who, | 21 |
| sans rootie and sans scrapie, suspicioning as how he was setting | 22 |
| on a twoodstool on the verge of selfabyss, most starved, with | 23 |
| melancholia over everything in general, (night birman, you served | 24 |
| him with natigal's nano !) had been towhead tossing on his shake- | 25 |
| down, devising ways and manners of means, of what he loved | 26 |
| to ifidalicence somehow or other in the nation getting a hold of | 27 |
| some chap's parabellum in the hope of taking a wing sociable | 28 |
| and lighting upon a sidewheel dive somewhere off the Dullkey | 29 |
| Downlairy and Bleakrooky tramaline where he could throw true | 30 |
| and go and blow the sibicidal napper off himself for two bits to | 31 |
| boldywell baltitude in the peace and quitybus of a one sure shot | 32 |
| bottle, he after having being trying all he knew with the lady's | 33 |
| help of Madam Gristle for upwards of eighteen calanders to get | 34 |
| out of Sir Patrick Dun's, through Sir Humphrey Jervis's and | 35 |
| into the Saint Kevin's bed in the Adelaide's hosspittles (from | 36 |