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for eye that sumns. Is it in the now

shieling in

woodwordings of our sweet plantation

cop-pingers

where the branchings then will

and porrish

soup all days.

singingsing tomorrows gone and yesters

How matches

outcome as Satadays aftermoon lex leap

metroosers?

smiles on the twelvemonthsminding?

Le h‚los

Such is. Dear (name of desired subject,

tombaut soul

sur la jambe

A.N.), well, and I go on to. Shlicksher. I

de marche.

and we (tender condolences for happy

funeral, one if) so sorry to (mention

person suppressed for the moment, F.M.).

Well (enquiries after all-healths) how are

you (question maggy). A lovely (introduce

to domestic circles) pershan of cates.

Shrubsher. Those pothooks mostly she

hawks from Poppa Vere Foster but these

curly mequeues are of Mippa’s moulding.

Shrubsheruthr. (Wave gently in the ere

turning ptover.) Well, mabby (consolation

of shopes) to soon air. With best from

cinder Christinette if prints chumming,

can be when desires Soldi, for asamples,

backfronted or, if all, peethrolio or Get my Prize, using her flower or perfume or, if

veryveryvery chum-ming, in otherwards,

who she supposed adeal, kissists my exits.

Shlicksheruthr. From Auburn

chenlemagne. Pious and pure fair one, all

has concomitated to this that she shall

tread them lifetrees leaves whose silence

hitherto has shone as sphere of silver

fastalbarnstone, that fount Bandusian

shall play liquick music and after odours

sigh of musk. Blotsbloshblothe, one dear

that was. Sleep in the water, drug at the

fire, shake the dust off and dream your

one who would give her sidecurls to. Till

later

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

Lammas is led in by baith our washwives,

a weird of wonder tenebrous as that evil

thorn-garth, a field of faery blithe as this flowing wild.

Aujourd’hui comme aux temps le Pline et

Mai

THE PART

maintenante

de Columelle la jacinthe se plait dans les

PLAYED BY

elle est venuse.

Gaules, la pervenche en Illyrie, la

BELLETRI Two Dons

PAXmarguerite sur les ruines de Numance1 et

Johns Threes

BELLUM.

Totty Askins.

pendant qu’autour d’elles les villes ont

MUTUOMOR Also Spuke

chang‚ de maOEtres et de noms, que

PHOMUTATION.

Zerothruster.

plusieurs sont entr‚es dans le n‚ant, que

SORTES VIR A saxum

GINIANAE.

les civilisations se sont choqu‚es et bris‚es, shillum for the

INTERROGATION.

leurs paisibles g‚n‚rations ont travers‚ les sextum but

EXCLAMATION.

nothums for

ages et sont arriv‚es jusqu’… nous,

that parridge

fraOEches et riantes comme aux jours des

preast.

batailles. 2

Margaritomancy! Hyacinthinous pervinciveness ! Flowers. A cloud. But Bruto and Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues3 the

whispered wilfulness, (’tis demonal!) and

sha-dows shadows multiplicating (il

folsoletto nel falsoletto col fazzolotto dal fuzzolezzo),4 to-tients quotients, they

tackle their quarrel. Sicka— moor’s so

woful sally. Ancient’s aerger. And eachway

bothwise glory signs. What if she love

Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan?

That’s how our oxyggent has gotten ahold

of half their world. Moving about in the

free of the air and mixing with the ruck.

Enten eller, either or.

And!

Nay, rather!

1 The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for Valsinggiddyrex and his grand arks day triump. 2 Translout that gaswind into turfish, Teague, that’s a good bog and you, Thady, poliss it off, there’s nateswipe, on to your blottom pulper. 3 You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies and your flashy foreign mail so here’s my cowrie card, I dalgo, with all my exes, wise and sad.

4 All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go to the length of seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless himself. file:///E|/Books/Top%20100%20Novels%20list/Finnegans%20Wake/complete.html[9/12/2007 12:21:58 PM]

Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

With sobs for his job, with tears for his

toil, with horror for his

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