Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [138]
Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
mekanek of Mak Nakulon. And he deed.
Uplouderamainagain !
For the Clearer of the A* from on high has spoken in tumbul-dum tambaldam to his tembledim tombaldoom worrild and, mogu—
phonoised by that phonemanon, the unhappitents of the earth have terrerumbled from fimament unto fundament and from tweedledeedumms down to twiddledeedees.
Loud, hear us!
Loud, graciously hear us!
Now have thy children entered into their habitations. And nationglad, camp meeting over, to shin it, Gov be thanked ! Thou hast closed the portals of the habitations of thy children and thou hast set thy guards thereby, even Garda Didymus and Garda Domas, that thy children may read in the book of the opening of the mind to light and err not in the darkness which is the after-thought of thy nomatter by the guardiance of those guards which are thy bodemen, the cheeryboyum chirryboth with the kerry-bommers in their krubeems, Pray-your-Prayers Timothy and Back-to-Bunk Tom.
Till tree from tree, tree among trees tree over tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever. O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy unlitten ones !
Grant sleep in hour’s time, O Loud!
That they take no chill. That they do ming no merder. That they shall not gomeet madhowiatrees.
Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laugh-ters low !
Ha he hi ho hu.
Mummum.
As we there are where are we are we there
UNDE ET UBI.
from tomtittot to teetootomtotalitarian.
Tea tea too oo.
With his broad
Whom will comes over. Who to caps ever.
and hairy face,
SIC.
to Ireland a
And howelse do we hook our hike to find
disgrace.
that pint of porter place? Am shot, says
1
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
the big-guard.
Whence. Quick lunch by our left, wheel, to
IMAGINABLE
Menly about
where. Long Livius Lane, mid Mezzofanti
ITINERARY
peebles.
Mall, diagonising Lavatery Square, up
THROUGH
THE
Tycho Brache Crescent,2 shouldering
PARTICULAR
Berkeley Alley,
UNIVERSAL.
querfixing Gainsborough Carfax, under
Don’t retch
meat fat salt
Guido d’Arezzo’s Gadeway, by New Livius
lard sinks
Lane till where we whiled while we
down (and
whithered. Old Vico Roundpoint. But
out).
fahr, be fear! And natural, simple, slavish, filial. The marriage of Montan wetting his
moll we know, like any enthewsyass
cuckling a hoyden3 in her rougey
1 Rawmeash, quoshe with her girlic teangue. If old Herod with the Cormwell’s eczema was to go for me like he does Snuffler whatever about his blue canaries I’d do nine months for his beaver beard. 2 Mater Mary Mercerycordial of the Dripping Nipples, milk’s a queer arrangement.
3 Real life behind the floodlights as shown by the best exponents of a royal divorce.
gipsylike chinkaminx pulshandjupeyjade
and her petsybluse indecked o’ voylets.1
When who was wist was ware. En elv, et
fjaell. And the whirr of the whins
humming us howe. His hume.
Hencetaking tides we haply return,
trumpeted by prawns and ensigned with
sea-kale, to befinding ourself when old is
said in one and maker mates with made
(O my!), having conned the cones and
meditated the mured and pondered the
pensils and ogled the olymp and delighted
in her dianaphous and cacchinated behind
his culosses, before a
mosoleum. Length Withought Breath, of
Swiney Tod,
ye Daimon
him, a chump of the evums, upshoot of
Barbar!
picnic or stupor out of sopor, Cave of Kids
or Hyma-nian Glattstoneburg, denary,
danery, donnery,
domm, who, entiringly as he continues
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