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(wineshop and cocoahouse poured out to brim up the broaching) | (wineshop and cocoahouse poured out to brim up the broaching) | ||
of our [[liffeyside people]] (to omit to mention of the mainland mino- | of our [[liffeyside people]] (to omit to mention of the mainland mino- | ||
− | rity and such as had wayfared ''via'' Watling, Ernin, Icknild and | + | rity and such as had wayfared ''via'' [[Watling, Ernin, Icknild and Stane|Watling, Ernin, Icknild and]] |
− | Stane, in chief a halted cockney car with its quotal of Hardmuth's | + | [[Watling, Ernin, Icknild and Stane|Stane]], in chief a halted cockney car with its quotal of Hardmuth's |
hacks, a northern tory, a southern whig, an eastanglian chroni- | hacks, a northern tory, a southern whig, an eastanglian chroni- | ||
cler and a landwester guardian) ranging from slips of young | cler and a landwester guardian) ranging from slips of young |
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along, the trio of whackfolthediddlers was joined by a further — intentions — apply — tomorrow casual and a decent sort of the hadbeen variety who had just been touching the weekly insult, phewit, and all figblabbers (who saith of noun?) had stimulants in the shape of gee and gees stood by the damn decent sort after which stag luncheon and a few ones more just to celebrate yester- day, flushed with their firestuffostered friendship, the rascals came out of the licensed premises, (Browne's first, the small p.s. ex-ex- executive capahand in their sad rear like a lady's postscript: I want money. Pleasend), wiping their laughleaking lipes on their sleeves, how the bouckaleens shout their roscan generally (seinn fion, seinn fion's araun.) and the rhymers' world was with reason the richer for a wouldbe ballad, to the balledder of which the world of cumannity singing owes a tribute for having placed on the planet's melomap his lay of the vilest bogeyer but most attrac- tionable avatar the world has ever had to explain for. This, more krectly lubeen or fellow — me — lieder was first poured forth where Riau Liviau riots and col de Houdo humps, under the shadow of the monument of the shouldhavebeen legis- lator (Eleutheriodendron! Spare, woodmann, spare!) to an over- flow meeting of all the nations in Lenster fullyfilling the visional area and, as a singleminded supercrowd, easily representative, what with masks, whet with faces, of all sections and cross sections (wineshop and cocoahouse poured out to brim up the broaching) of our liffeyside people (to omit to mention of the mainland mino- rity and such as had wayfared via Watling, Ernin, Icknild and Stane, in chief a halted cockney car with its quotal of Hardmuth's hacks, a northern tory, a southern whig, an eastanglian chroni- cler and a landwester guardian) ranging from slips of young dublinos from Cutpurse Row having nothing better to do than walk about with their hands in their kneepants, sucking air- whackers, weedulicet, jumbobricks, side by side with truant officers, three woollen balls and poplin in search of a croust of pawn to busy professional gentlemen, a brace of palesmen with dundrearies, nooning toward Daly's, fresh from snipehitting and mallardmissing on Rutland heath, exchanging cold sneers, mass-