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Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [145]

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DUTY AND

Suetonia,3 but the reflections which recur

DESTINY.

POLAR PRINto me are that so long as beauty life is CIPLES.

body love4 and so bright as Mutua of your

mirror holds her candle to your caudle,

lone lefthand likeless, sombring Autum of

your Spring, reck you not one spirt of

anyseed whether trigemelimen cuddle his

coddle or nope. She’ll confess it by her

figure and she’ll deny it to your face. If

The Eroico

you’re not ruined by that one she won’t do

Furioso makes

you any whim. And then? What afters it?

the valet like

smiling.

Cruff Gunne may blow, Gam Gonna flow,

the gossans eye the jennings aye. From

the butts of Heber and Heremon, nolens

volens, brood our pansies, brune in

The hyperape

the mink he

brume. There’s a split in the infinitive

groves the

from to have to have been to will be. As

mole you see

they warred in their big innings ease now

nowfor

we never shall know. Eat early

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

crushsake,

earthapples. Coax Cobra to chatters. Hail,

chawley!

Heva, we hear! This is the glider that

gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind

that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the

garden Gough gave. Wide hiss, we’re

wizen1 All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with a hole behind it.

2 Skip one, flop fore, jennies in the cabbage store. 3 None of your cumpohlstery English here!

4 Understudy my understandings, Sostituda, and meek thine complinement, gymnufleshed. 5 Tho’ I have one just like that to home, deadleaf brown with quicksilver appliques, would whollymost applissiate a nice shiny sleekysilk out of that slippering snake charmeuse.

ing. Hoots fromm, we’re globing. Why

hidest thou hinder thy husband his name?

Leda, Lada, aflutter-afraida, so does your

girdle grow! Willed without witting,

whorled without aimed. Pappapassos,

Mammamanet, warwhets-wut and

whowitswhy.1 But it’s tails for toughs and

Pige pas.

titties for totties and come buckets comebats till deeleet. 2

Dark ages clasp the daisy roots, Stop, if

PANOPTICAL

you are a sally of the allies, hot off

PURVIEW OF

Minnowaurs and naval actiums, picked

POLITICAL

PROGRESS

engagements and banks of rowers. Please

AND THE

stop if you’re a B.C. minding missy, please

FUTURE PREdo. But should you prefer A.D. stepplease.

SENTATION

And if you miss with a venture it serves

OF THE PAST.

you girly well glad. But, holy Janus, I was

forgetting the Blitzen-kopfs! Here,

Hengegst and Horsesauce, take your

heads3 out of that taletub! And leave your

hinnyhennyhindyou! It’s haunted. The

chamber. Of errings. Whoan, tug, trace,

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

stirrup! It is distinctly understouttered

that, sense you threehandshighs put your

twofoot-large timepates in that dead wash

of Lough Murph and until such time pace

Seidlitz

one and the same Messherrn the grinning

powther for

statesmen, Brock and Leon, have shunted

slogan

the grumbling coundedtouts, Starlin and

plumpers.

Ser Artur Ghinis. Foamous homely brew,

bebattled by bottle, gageure de guegerre.4

Bull igien bear and then bearagain

bulligan. Gringrin gringrin. Staffs varsus

herds and bucks vursus barks.

Hoploits and 1 What’s that ma’am? says I. atthems.

2 As you say yourself.

3 That’s the lethemuse but it washes off.

4 Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the pepettes of our lovelives.

By old Grumbledum’s walls. Bumps,

Curragh

machree, me

bellows and bawls.1 Opprimor’s down, up

bosthoon

up Opima! Rents and rates and tithes and

fiend. Femilies

taxes, wages, saves and spends. Heil,

hug bank! All

we suffered

heptarched span of peace!2 Live, league of

under them

lex, nex and the mores! Fas est dass and

Cow-dung

foe err you. Impovernment of the booble

Forks

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