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war moans

longsufferings of longstanding

a nightlong a shaking betwixtween white or reddr hawrors, noondayterrorised to skin and bone by an ineluctable phantom

Irish eyes of welcome were smiling daggers down their backs


if reams stood to reason and his lankalivline lasted he would wipe alley english spooker, multaphoniaksically spuking, off the face of the erse

Bardic memory low

Burrus-Caseous grouptriad

a boosted blasted bleating blatant bloaten blasphorus blesphorous idiot

let Demoncracy take the highmost!

The older sisars (Tyrants, regicide is too good for you!) become unbeurrable from age

A king off duty and a jaw forever

Uraliens & Ormuzd

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you will not be wrong about it.

an only elmtree and but a stone

this raskolly Gripos

nepogreasymost?

The Pills, the Nasal Wash (Yardly’s), the Army Man Cut

Unionjok and be joined to yok!

cannos, Room, Parysis

The speechform is a mere sorrogate.

my own most spacious immensity as my ownhouse and microbemost cosm

…wringing his handcuffs for peace…

Sometimes I feel that Joyce writes about nowadays as much as about his present and the past.

Always, Amory, amor andmore!