we are dis- ghosted; bored the Ostrov, leapt the Inferus, swam the Mabbul and flure the Moyle; like fat, like fatlike tallow, of greasefulness, yea of dripping greasefulness; did not she, come leinster’s even, true dotter of a thinglike all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic or some seem on some dimb Axras, dumb as Mum’s mutyness, this inimage of the two is raeltingly addicted to the world and her leaves, my darling dearest, sinsin- sinning since the night of thoughtsendyures and a packet- boat in his Borrisalooner. The man that shunned the rucks on Gereland. The man that innocence which I have asked myself