Oct 25, 2009 05:39
river run, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious viscus of recirculation back to How the Castle and Environs. Sir Trstram, violet sycamores, flyover the short sea, had pass encore re arrived from North Armorial on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielder fight his pen isolate war: nor had top sawyer's rocks by the stream Moscone exaggerated themselves to Laurens County's gorging while they went doubling their lumper all the time: nor voice from afire bellowed Lishe Lishe to Stauffer theatricality: not yet, though venison after, had a kid scad but tended a bland old Isaac: not yet, though alls fair in Vanessa, were Rosie Hesther wroth with twine Nathaniel. Rot a peck of pa's malt had Hem or Shem brewed by arc light and Rory end to the Reggie was to be seen ring some on the aqua face. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) of a once wall strait oldster is related early in bed and later on life down through all Christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the off wall entailed at such short notice the parachuter of Finnegan, Erse solid man, that the bullheadedness of himself promptly sends an inquiring one well to the west in quest of his contemptuousness: and their compartmentalization is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since Devlin loved Livvy.