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quartebuck askull for the last acts) to the solans and the sycamores1
and the wild geese and the gannets and the migratories and the2
mistlethrushes and the auspices and all the birds of the rockby-3
suckerassousyoceanal sea, all four of them, all sighing and sob-4
bing, and listening. Moykle ahoykling!5
    They were the big four, the four maaster waves of Erin, all 6
listening, four. There was old Matt Gregory and then besides old7
Matt there was old Marcus Lyons, the four waves, and oftentimes8
they used to be saying grace together, right enough, bausnabeatha,9
in Miracle Squeer: here now we are the four of us: old Matt Gre-10
gory and old Marcus and old Luke Tarpey: the four of us and11
sure, thank God, there are no more of us: and, sure now, you12
wouldn't go and forget and leave out the other fellow and old13
Johnny MacDougall: the four of us and no more of us and so14
now pass the fish for Christ sake, Amen: the way they used to be15
saying their grace before fish, repeating itself, after the interims16
of Augusburgh for auld lang syne. And so there they were, with17
their palms in their hands, like the pulchrum's proculs, spraining18
their ears, luistening and listening to the oceans of kissening, with19
their eyes glistening, all the four, when he was kiddling and20
cuddling and bunnyhugging scrumptious his colleen bawn and21
dinkum belle, an oscar sister, on the fifteen inch loveseat, behind22
the chieftaness stewardesses cubin, the hero, of Gaelic champion,23
the onliest one of her choice, her bleaueyedeal of a girl's friend,24
neither bigugly nor smallnice, meaning pretty much everything25
to her then, with his sinister dexterity, light and rufthandling,26
vicemversem her ragbags et assaucyetiams, fore and aft, on and27
offsides, the brueburnt sexfutter, handson and huntsem, that was28
palpably wrong and bulbubly improper, and cuddling her and29
kissing her, tootyfay charmaunt, in her ensemble of maidenna30
blue, with an overdress of net, tickled with goldies, Isolamisola,31
and whisping and lisping her about Trisolanisans, how one was32
whips for one was two and two was lips for one was three, and33
dissimulating themself, with his poghue like Arrah-na-poghue,34
the dear dear annual, they all four remembored who made the35
world and how they used to be at that time in the vulgar ear36