| ing over me that is put upon me from on high out of the book of | 1 |
| breedings and so as it is becoming hairydittary I have of coerce | 2 |
| nothing in view to look forward at unless it is Swann and beat- | 3 |
| ing the blindquarters out of my oldfellow's orologium oloss olo- | 4 |
| rium. A bad attack of maggot it feels like. 'Tis trope, custodian | 5 |
| said. Almost might I say of myself, while keeping out of crime, | 6 |
| I am now becoming about fed up be going circulating about them | 7 |
| new hikler's highways like them nameless souls,ercked and skorned | 8 |
| and grizzild all over, till it's rusty October in this bleak forest | 9 |
| and was veribally complussed by thinking of the crater of some | 10 |
| noted volcano or the Dublin river or the catchalot trouth subsi- | 11 |
| dity as away out or to isolate i from my multiple Mes on the | 12 |
| spits of Lumbage Island or bury meself, clogs, coolcellar and all, | 13 |
| deep in my wineupon ponteen unless Morrissey's colt could help | 14 |
| me or the gander maybe at 49 as it is a tithe fish so it is, this | 15 |
| pig's stomach business, and where on dearth or in the miraculous | 16 |
| meddle of this expending umniverse to turn since it came into | 17 |
| my hands I am hopeless off course to be doing anything con- | 18 |
| cerning. | 19 |
We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed, but from | 20 |
| franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn out, | 21 |
| we hear to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter. | 22 |
| Speak to us of Emailia. | 23 |
As, Shaun replied patly, with tootlepick tact too and a | 24 |
| down of his dampers, to that I have the gumpower and, by the | 25 |
| benison of Barbe, that is a lock to say with everything, my be- | 26 |
| loved. | 27 |
Would you mind telling us, Shaun honey, beg little big | 28 |
| moreboy, we proposed to such a dear youth, where mostly are | 29 |
| you able to work. Ah, you might! Whimper and we shall. | 30 |
Here! Shaun replied, while he was fondling one of his | 31 |
| cowheel cuffs. There's no sabbath for nomads and I mostly was | 32 |
| able to walk, being too soft for work proper, sixty odd eilish | 33 |
| mires a week between three masses a morn and two chaplets at | 34 |
| eve. I am always telling those pedestriasts, my answerers, Top, | 35 |
| Sid and Hucky, now (and it is a veriest throth as the thieves' re- | 36 |