Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [156]
Bishop’s Folly? Papesthorpe?, after picket fences, stonewalls, out and ins or oxers — for merry a valsehood whisprit he to manny a lilying earling;5
and to try to analyse that ambo’s pair of brace-leans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all 6 of that miching micher’s bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mous-taches, Dammad and Groany, into her limited ( tuff, tuff, que tu es pitre !) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends7 in their dolight-ful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper’s brow and prickled ears !) as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition, were a wrigular writher neonovene babe!8 — well, diarmuee and 1 O hce! O hce!
2 Six and seven the League.
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
4 Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being ourdeaned, Mester Bootenfly, here’s me and Myrtle is twinkling to know. 5 To show they caught preferment.
6 See the freeman’s cuticatura by Fennella.
7 Just one big booty’s pot.
8 Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he died a natural death.
granyou and Vae Vinctis, that is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it’s life that’s all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced diorems in the Saint Lubbock’s Day number of that most improving of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our indices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay, and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green1 to take warning by the prispast, why?, by cows . man, in shirt, is how he is pi— la gonna Š
mobile and þ they wonet do ut; and, an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled a la Mer pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your launer’s lightsome or your soulard’s schwearmood, it is that, whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul,2 in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on-ward 3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi
— cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of whisth to you sternly how — Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic yearlings — you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line somewhawre) 1 Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral. 2 Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
3 Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag’ll row!
Coss? Cossist? Your parn! You, you make
WHY MY AS
what name? (and in truth, as a poor soul
LIKEWISE
is between shift and shift ere the teath he
WHIS HIS.
has lived through becomes the life he is to
die into, he or he had albut — he was
rickets as to reasons but the balance of his minds was stables — lost himself or
himself some som-nione sciupiones,
soswhitchoverswetch had he or he gazet,
murphy come, murphy go, murphy plant,
murphy grow, a maryamyriameliamurphies, in the