on the Madam’s best april the twenty nellie anyway and it’s flutters everything queer;does smells he smiles is like Out of doors he’s a with eyes and making twice the a week you kind of,know(kind well of A sort of the way he smile but and her a I mean me a Irish,cook but well oh don’t you makes burst want to dear somehow quickyes when(now,dark dear oh) the iceman how,luminously oh how listens and,expands my somewherealloverme heart my the halfgloom coolish of The what are parks for wiggle yes has are leap,which,anyway give rapid lapfulls of idiotic big hands XXVII (as that named Fred -someBody:hippopotamus, scratch- ing,one,knee with,its, friend observes I pass Mr Tom Larsen twirls among pale lips the extinct cigar)at which this(once flinger of lariats lean exroper of horned suddenly crashing things)man spits quickly into the very bright spittoon XXVIII my uncle Daniel fought in the civil war band and can play the triangle like the devil)my uncle Frank has done nothing for many years but fly kites and when the string breaks(or something)my uncle Frank breaks into tears. my uncle Tom knits and is a kewpie above the ears(but my uncle Ed that’s dead from the neck up is lead all over Brattle Street by a castrated pup XXIX than(by yon sunset’s wintry glow revealed)this tall strong stalwart youth, what sight shall human optics know more quite ennobling forsooth? One wondrous fine sonofabitch (to all purposes and intents) in which distinct and rich portrait should be included,gents these(by the fire’s ruddy glow united)not less than sixteen children and of course you know their mother,of his heart the queen --incalculable bliss! Picture it gents:our hero,Dan who as you’ve guessed already is the poorbuthonest workingman (by that bright flame whose myriad tints enrich a visage simple,terse, seated like any king or prince upon his uncorrupted arse with all his hearty soul aglow) his nightly supper sups it isn’t snowing snow you know it’s snowing buttercups XXX weazened Irrefutable unastonished two,countenances seated in arranging;sunlight with-ered unspea-king:tWeNtY,f i n g e r s, large four gnarled lips totter Therefore,approaching my twentysix selves bulging in immortal Spring express a cry of How do you find the sun,ladies? (graduallyverygradually “there is not enough of it” their,hands minutely answered XXXI MEMORABILIA stop look & listen Venezia: incline thine ear you glassworks of Murano; pause elevator nel mezzo del cammin’ that means half- way up the Campanile, believe thou me cocodrillo--