Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [155]
Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
1 That is to sight, when cleared of factions, vulgure and decimating. 2 They just spirits a body away.
3 Patatapadatback.
4 Dump her (the missuse).
5 Fox him! The leggy colt!
6 Do he not know that walleds had wars. Harring man, is neow king. This is modeln times.
deceptered, in what niche of time1 is Shee or where in the rose world trysting, that was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle, and the peg-ofmy-heart of all the tompull or on whose limbs-to-lave her semicupiose eyes now kindling themselves are brightning, 2 O Shee who then (4.32
M.P., old time, to be precise, according to all three doctors waterburies that was Mac Auliffe and poor Mac–Beth and poor MacGhimley to the tickleticks, of the synchron— isms, all lauschening, a time also confirmed seven sincuries later by the quatren medical johnny, poor old MacAdoo MacDollett, with notary,3 whose presence was required by law of Devine Fore-sygth and decretal of the Douge) who after the first compliments 4
med darkist day light, gave him then that vantage of a Blinken-sope’s cuddlebath at her proper mitts—if she then, the then that matters,—but, seigneur! she could never have forefelt, as she yet will fearfeel, when the lovenext breaks out, such a coolcold douche as him, the totterer, the fourflights-the-charmer, doub-ling back, in nowtime,5 bymby when saltwater he wush him these iselands, O alors! to mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot!) under that chemise de fer and a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it wash?) with a cheek white peaceful as, wen shall say, a single pro-fessed claire’s6 and his washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser’s lampblick, to pure where they where hornest girls, to buy her in par jure, il you plait, nuncandtunc and for simper, and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth super Luck, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice (for’twas he was the born suborner, man) on behalf of an oldest ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima and Gemiti, later on, his craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish title, Grindings of Nash,7 the
1 Muckross Abbey with the creepers taken off. 2 Joke and Jilt will have their tilt.
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
3 Old Mamalujorum and Rawrogerum.
4 Why have these puerile blonds those large flexible ears?
5 Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuffin. 6 No wonder Miss Dotsh took to veils and she descended from that obloquohy.
7 The bookley with the rusin’s hat is Patomkin but I’m blowed if I knowed who the slave is doing behind the curtain.
One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend corn-wer, man
— ship me silver!, it must have been, faw! a terrible mavrue mavone, to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a finalley, and that’s flat as Tut’s fut, for whowghowho? the poour girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so inseuladed as Crampton’s peartree, (she sall eurn bitter bed by thirt sweet of her face !), and short wonder so many of the tomthick and tarry members in all there subsequious ages of our timocracy tipped to console with her at her mirrorable gracewindow’d hut1 till the ives of Man, the O’Kneels and the O’Prayins and the O’Hyens of Lochlaunstown and the O’Hollerins of Staneybatter, hollyboys, all, burryripe who’ll buy?,2 in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments and that’s not the finis of it (would it were!) — but to think of him foundling a nelliza the second,3
also cliptbuss (the best was still there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, re-triever to the last4 — escapes my forgetness now was it dust— covered, nom de Lieu ! on lapse or street ondown, through, for or from a foe, by with