In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen.
The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.
They lived und laughed ant loved end left.
The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay.
riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
Phall if you but will, rise you must.[Modern text: Fall if you will, but rise you must.]
Let us leave theories there and return to here’s here.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!
First we feel. Then we fall.
But all they are all there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve and salve life’s robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like kippers on a griddle.
All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law.
