Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [147]
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Standfest, our topiocal sagon hero, or any
DYNASTIC
of bysone
CONTINUotther macotther, signs is on the
days. Quick
ITY.
bellyguds bastille back, bucket up with
quake quokes
the parrotbook
fullness, ant silvering to her jubilee,3
of dates.
birch-leaves her jointure, our lavy in
waving, visage full of flesh ant fat as a
hen’s i’ forehead, Airyanna ant Blowyhart
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
of quicken boughs hight The Goat ant
Compasses (‘phone number 17:69, if you
want to know4 ) his sea-arm strongsround
her, her velivole eyne aship— wracked,
have discusst their things of the past,
crime and fable with shame, home and
profit,5 why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose
veins runs a mixture of, are heat bent and
hard upon. Spell me the chimes. They are
tales all tolled. 6 Today is well thine but
where’s may tomorrow be. But, bless his
cowly head and press his crankly hat,
what a world’s woe is each’s
1 A pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.
2 My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia.
3 It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look.
4 After me looking up the plan in Humphrey’s Justice of the Piece it said to see preseeding chaps.
5 O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks. 6 Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born. other’s weariness waiting to beadroll his
own properer mistakes, the backslapping
glad-hander,1 free of his florid future and
the other singing likeness, dirging a past
of bloody altars, gale with a blost to him,
dove without gall. And she, of the jilldaw’s nest2 who tears up lettereens she never
apposed a pen upon.3 Yet sung of love and
the monster man. What’s Hiccupper to
hem or her to Hagaba? Ough, ough,
brieve kindli! 4
Dogs’ vespers are anending. Vespertilia Some is out for THE
bitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
twoheaded
MONGREL
dul-carnons
cloke to sate with Becchus. Zumbock!
UNDER THE
but more
DUNGMOUND.
Achevre! Yet wind will be ere fadervor5
pulfers
SIGNIFICANCE
turnips.
and the hour of fruminy and bergoo bell if
OF THE
Omnitudes in
Nippon have pearls or opals Eldorado, the
INFRALIMINAL
a knutshedell.
daindy dish, the lecking out! Gipoo, good
INELLIGENCE.
For all us kids
OFFRANDES.
oil! For (hushmagandy!) long ’tis till gets
under his
bright that all cocks waken and birds
aegis. Saving
the public his
Diana6 with dawnsong hail. Aught darks
health.
flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepee Superlative strilling. At Brannan’s on the moor. At
absolute of
Porterstown.
Tam Fanagan’s weak yat his still’s going
strang. And still here is noctules and can
tell things acommon on by that fluffy
feeling. Larges loomy wheelhouse to
bodgbox7 lumber up with hoodie
hearsemen carrawain we keep is peace
who follow his law, Sunday
1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname.
2 My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes.
3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon’s increscent. 4 Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle black. Moopetsi meepotsi
5 I was so snug off in my apholster’s creedle but at long leash I’ll stretch more capritious in his dapplepied bed.
6 Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips. 7 A liss in hunterland.
Why so mucky
King.1 His