Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously
as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage,
no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant,
vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation
stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent
vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and
voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a
vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of
such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [laughs]
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me
simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call
me "V".
Thanks for the intro to Joyce, very neat language!
On Sun, Sep 25, 2011 at 6:28 AM, rigsy03@yahoo.com <rigsy03@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Nay. Rejoice!
>
> "She prays now, she says, that I may learn in my own life and away
> from home and friends what the heart is and what it feels. Amen. So be
> it. Wecome, O Life! I go to encounrter for the millionth time the
> reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the
> uncreated conscience of my race." "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young
> Man"- James Joyce
>
>
>
> Prude Juice
>>
>> 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.
>>
>> On Sep 18, 4:25 pm, gabbydott <gabbyd...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>
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