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lazily eye of his lapis,

Vieus Von DVbLIn, ’twas one of

Uteralterance

or the

dozedeams a darkies ding in dewood) the

Interplay of

Turnpike under the Great Ulm (with

Bones in the

Mearingstone in Fore ground).1 Given

Womb.

now ann linch you take enn all. Allow me!

And, heaving alljawbreakical expressions

The Vortex.

out of old Sare Isaac’s2 universal of

Spring of

specious aristmystic unsaid, A is for Anna

Sprung Verse.

The Ver-tex.

like L is for liv. Aha hahah, Ante Ann

you’re apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn

gives rise. Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh leaves alass! Aiaiaiai,

Antiann, we’re last to the lost, Loulou! Tis perfect. Now (lens

1 Draumcondra’s Dream country where the betterlies blow. 2 O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that old Pantifox Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture?

your dappled yeye here, mine’s

Sarga, or the

path of

presbyoperian, shill and wall) we see the

outgoing.

copyngink strayed-line AL (in Fig., the

Docetism and

forest) from being con tinued, stops ait

Didicism,

Maya-Thaya.

Lambday:1 Modder ilond there too. Allow

Tamas-Rajas–

me anchore! I bring down noth and carry

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

Sattvas.

awe. Now, then, take this in! One of the

most murmurable loose carollaries ever

Ellis threw his cookingclass. With Olaf as

centrum and Olaf’s lambtail for his

spokes-man circumscript a cyclone. Allow

ter! Hoop ! As round as the calf of an egg!

O, dear me! O, dear me now! Another

grand dis-cobely! After Makefearsome’s

Ocean. You’ve actuary entducked one!

Quok! Why, you haven’t a passer!

Fantastic! Early’ clever, surely doomed, to

Swift’s, alas, the galehus! Match of a

matchness, like your Bigdud dadder in the

boudeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar’s

Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in

the smukking precincts of lydias,2 with

Mary Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling

to edge his cropulence and Blake–Roche,

Kingston and Dockrell auriscenting him

from afurz, our papacocopotl,3 Abraham

Bradley King? (ting ting! ting ting!) By his magmasine fall. Lumps, lavas and all.4

Bene! But, thunder and turf, it’s not alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The mystery

repeats itself todate as our callback

mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to

a tanner,5 used to sing, as I think, now

and then consinuously over her possetpot

in her quer

1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids’ and dolls’ home. Makeacakeache. 2 A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.

3 Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning. 4 At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one 5 We’re all found of our anmal matter.

homolocous humminbass hesterdie and

The Vegetable

Cell and its

ist-herdie forivor.1 Vanissas Vanistatums!

Pri-vate

And for a night of thoughtsendyures and a

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

Properties.

day. As Great Shapesphere puns it. In

The haves and

the havenots:

effect, I re-mumble, from the yules gone

a distinction.

by, purr lil mur— rerof myhind, so she

used indeed. When she give me the

Sundaclouths she hung up for Tate and

Comyng and snuffed out the ghost in the

candle at his old game of haunt the

sleepper. Faithful departed. When I’m

dreaming back like that I begins to see

we’re only all telescopes. Or the

comeallyoum saunds. Like when I dromed

I was in Dairy and was wuckened up with

thump in thudderdown. Rest in peace !

But to return.2 What a wonder-ful

memory you have too ! Twonderful

morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring

town eau and curry nothung up my sleeve.

Now, springing quickenly from the

mudland-Loosh from Luccan with Allhim

as her Elder tetra-turn a somersault. All’s

fair on all fours, as my instructor unstrict me. Watch ! And you’ll have the whole

inkle. Allow, allow! Gyre O, gyre O,

gyrotundo ! Hop lala

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