Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [268]
Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
— Impassable tissue of improbable liyers! D’yu mean to sett there where y’are now, coddlin your supernumerary leg, wi’that bizar tongue in yur tolkshap, and your hindies and shindies, like a muck in a market, Sorley boy, repeating yurself, and tell me that?
— I mean to sit here on this altknoll where you are now, Surly guy, replete in myself, as long as I live, in my homespins, like a sleepingtop, with all that’s buried ofsins insince insensed insidesofme. If I can’t upset this pound of pressed ollaves I can sit up zounds of sounds upon him.
— Oliver! He may be an earthpresence. Was that a groan or did I hear the Dingle bagpipes Wasting war and? Watch!
— Tris tris a ni ma mea.! Prisoner of Love! Bleating Hart! Lowlaid Herd!
Aubain Hand! Wonted Foot! Usque! Usque! Usque! Lignum in . . .
— Rawth of Gar and Donnerbruck Fire? Is the strays world moving mound or what static babel is this, tell us?
— Whoishe whoishe whoishe whoishe linking in? Whoishe whoishe whoishe?
— The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the groun. The dead giant manalive!
They’re playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the Gael! Hop! Whu’s within?
— Dovegall and finshark, they are ring to the rescune !
— Zinzin. Zinzin.
— Crum abu! Cromwell to victory!
— We’ll gore them and gash them and gun them and gloat on them.
— Zinzin.
— O, widows and orphans, it’s the yeomen! Redshanks for ever! Up Lancs!
— The cry of the roedeer it is! The white hind. Their slots, linklink, the hound hunthorning ! Send us and peace ! Title ! Title !
— Christ in our irish times! Christ on the airs independence! Christ hold the freedman’s chareman! Christ light the dully expressed!
— Slog slagt and sluaghter! Rape the daughter! Choke the pope!
— Aure ! Cloudy father ! Unsure ! Nongood !
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
— Zinzin. — Sold! I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther! My sidster!
Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold!
— Pipette dear! Us! Us! Me! Me!
— Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March!
— Me! I’m true. True! Isolde. Pipette. My precious!
— Zinzin.
— Brinabride, bet my price ! Brinabride !
— My price, my precious?
— Zin.
— Brinabride, my price! When you sell get my price!
— Zin.
— Pipette ! Pipette, my priceless one !
— O ! Mother of my tears ! Believe for me ! Fold thy son !
— Zinzin. Zinzin.
— Now we’re gettin it. Tune in and pick up the forain counties ! Hello !
— Zinzin.
— Hello! Tittit! Tell your title?
— Abride !
— Hellohello! Ballymacarett! Am I thru’ Iss? Miss? True?
— Tit! What is the ti . . ?
SILENCE.
Act drop. Stand by! Blinders! Curtain up. Juice, please! Foots!
— Hello! Are you Cigar shank and Wheat?
— I gotye. Gobble Ann’s Carrot Cans.
— Parfey. Now, after that justajiff siesta, just permit me a moment. Challenger’s Deep is childsplay to this but, by our soundings in the swish channels, land is due. A truce to demobbed swarwords. Clear the line, file:///E|/Books/Top%20100%20Novels%20list/Finnegans%20Wake/complete.html[9/12/2007 12:21:58 PM]
Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
priority call! Sybil! Better that or this? Sybil Head this end ! Better that way? Follow the baby spot. Yes. Very good now. We are again in the magnetic field. Do you remember on a particular lukesummer night, following a crying fair day? Moisten your lips for a lightning strike and begin again. Mind the flickers and dimmers! Better?
— Well. The isles is Thymes. The ales is Penzance. Vehement Genral. Delhi expulsed.
— Still calling of somewhave from its specific? Not more?
Lesscontinuous. There were fires on every bald hill in holy Ireland that night. Better so?
— You may say they were, son of a cove!
— Were they bonfires? That clear?
— No other name would at all befit them unless that. Bona-fieries! With their blue beards streaming to the heavens.
— Was it a high white night now?
— Whitest night mortal