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(the two [[scatterguns]] being Michael M. Manning, [[protosyndic]] of | (the two [[scatterguns]] being Michael M. Manning, [[protosyndic]] of | ||
[[Waterford]] and an Italian excellency named [[Giubilei]] according to | [[Waterford]] and an Italian excellency named [[Giubilei]] according to | ||
− | a later version cited by the learned [[scholarch]] Canavan of Canmake- | + | a later version cited by the learned [[scholarch]] Canavan of [[Canmakenoise|Canmake-]] |
− | noise, in either case a [[triptychal religious family]] symbolising | + | [[Canmakenoise|noise]], in either case a [[triptychal religious family]] symbolising |
puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the [[purchypatch]] of | puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the [[purchypatch]] of | ||
[[hamlock]] where the [[paddish]] [[preties]] grow and remarked [[dilsydulsili|dilsydul-]] | [[hamlock]] where the [[paddish]] [[preties]] grow and remarked [[dilsydulsili|dilsydul-]] |
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flagrant marl, jingling his turnpike keys and bearing aloft amid the fixed pikes of the hunting party a high perch atop of which a flowerpot was fixed earthside hoist with care. On his majesty, who was, or often feigned to be, noticeably longsighted from green youth and had been meaning to inquire what, in effect, had caused yon causeway to be thus potholed, asking substitutionally to be put wise as to whether paternoster and silver doctors were not now more fancied bait for lobstertrapping honest blunt Harom- phreyld answered in no uncertain tones very similarly with a fear- less forehead: Naw, yer maggers, aw war jist a cotchin on thon bluggy earwuggers. Our sailor king, who was draining a gugglet of obvious adamale, gift both and gorban, upon this, ceasing to swallow, smiled most heartily beneath his walrus moustaches and indulging that none too genial humour which William the Conk on the spindle side had inherited with the hereditary whitelock and some shortfingeredness from his greataunt Sophy, turned to- wards two of his retinue of gallowglasses, Michael, etheling lord of Leix and Offaly and the jubilee mayor of Drogheda, Elcock, (the two scatterguns being Michael M. Manning, protosyndic of Waterford and an Italian excellency named Giubilei according to a later version cited by the learned scholarch Canavan of Canmake- noise, in either case a triptychal religious family symbolising puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the purchypatch of hamlock where the paddish preties grow and remarked dilsydul- sily: Holybones of Saint Hubert how our red brother of Pour- ingrainia would audibly fume did he know that we have for sur- trusty bailiwick a turnpiker who is by turns a pikebailer no sel- domer than an earwigger! For he kinned Jom Pill with his court so gray and his haunts in his house in the mourning. (One still hears that pebble crusted laughta, japijap cheerycherrily, among the roadside tree the lady Holmpatrick planted and still one feels the amossive silence of the cladstone allegibelling: Ive mies outs ide Bourn.) Comes the question are these the facts of his nom- inigentilisation as recorded and accolated in both or either of the collateral andrewpaulmurphyc narratives. Are those their fata which we read in sibylline between the fas and its nefas? No dung