Their talk was riddled in code. An electric clock tocked. The tics
had eloped with the tacs. No one gave a flying fart; prouder Anglo-
Saxon barred by chastity belt. It was time to be off to the Heretic
Dutchman for sane retreat. No white whale beckoned with beef hooked.
Bud was no wiser brewers' droop no pleasure now beer was fresh out of
fuggy muggy Irish talent with clarity no longer a pint of plain behind
the welcome of an opened pub door firmly shut against the rain of
English summer talk of the ball swinging to Indian rout and Tendulkar
renamed Anderson's Bunny limping home short of the hundred hundreds.
A screw turned the name of a good one barred by prissie privvy lit
with prude not worth dousing with filtered beer. Take the famed trip
round a portrait traced in Dublin streets by the artist as a young man
and read the words that must not be spoken adding you and what a hat
pin used in several angers makes. I have loved you all in my distance
keeping it in the phrase not with someone else's preferring more
honest company of the pub whore content I'll listen and buy liquid
compensation for what others think she's for a good one of and I
reserve for the smart nob at the crease chin begging for the ball's
tune to bring him down a peg before shaping one edged to slip and safe
hands for the gleaming cherry. The player always good one's the
gentleman turning gentle man himself finding a professional down-at-
heel having to take the profane in the sacred to feed her habit. The
shame is in barring words when mannered world exploits with charm
language truly rotten from those who get nice and warm seeing the
lights in the castle. Go Joyce yourself.
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