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Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [142]

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who,

Forening Unge

Kristlike

under the branches of the elms, in shoes

Kvinne.

as yet unshent by stoni-ness, wend, went,

will wend a way of honey myrrh and

rambler roses mistmusk while still the

maybe mantles the meiblume or ever her

1 For Rose Point see Inishmacsaint.

2 Mannequins’ Pose.

3 Their holy presumption and hers sinfly desprit. 4 Anama anamaba anamabapa.

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

5 Only for he’s fathering law I could skewer that old one and slosh her out many’s the time but I thinks more of my pottles and ketts. 6 All abunk for Tarararat! Look slipper, soppyhat, we’ve a doss in the manger.

Telltale me all

if have faded from the fleur,1 their arms

of annaryllies.

enlocked, (ringrang, the chimes of sex

appealing as conchitas with sentas stray,2

rung!), all thinking all of it, the It with an itch in it, the All every inch of it, the

pleasure each will preen her for, the

business each was bred to breed by.3

Soon jemmijohns will cudgel about some

EARLY

a rhythmatick or other over Browne and

NOTIONS OF

Nolan’s divisional tables whereas she, of

ACQUIRED

minions’ novence charily being cupid, for

RIGHTS AND

Will you carry

THE INFLUmug’s wumping, grooser’s grubbiness, my can and

ENCE OF

andt’s avarice and grossopper’s

fight the

COLLECTIVE

fairies?

grandegaffe, with her tootpettypout of

TRADITION

jemenfichue will sit and knit on solfa

UPON THE

INDIVIDUAL.

sofa.4 Stew of the evening, booksyful stew.

And a bodikin a boss in the Thimble

Theatre. But all is her-inbourne. Intend.

Allma

From gramma’s grammar she has it that if

Mathers,

there is a third person, mascarine,

Auctioneer.

phelinine or nuder, being spoken abad it

moods prosodes from a person speaking

to her second which is the direct object

that has been spoken to, with and at. Take

the dative with his oblative5for, even if

obsolete, it is always of interest, so spake Old Gavelkind

gramma on the impetus of her imperative,

the Gamper

only mind your genderous towards his

and he’s as

daff as you’re

reflexives such that I was to your grappa

erse.

(Bott’s trousend, hore a man uff!) when

him was me hedon6 and mine, what the

lewdy saying, his analec-tual pygmyhop.7

There is comfortism in the

1 One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love. 2 Making it up as we goes along.

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

3 The law of the jungerl.

4 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers. 5 I’d like his pink’s cheek.

6 Frech devil in red hairing! So that’s why you ran away to sea, Mrs Lappy. Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed!

7 A washable lovable floatable doll.

knowledge that often hate on first hearing

comes of love by second sight. Have your

little sintalks in the dunk of subjunctions, dual in duel and prude with pruriel, but

even the aoriest chaparound whatever

plaudered perfect anent prettydotes and

haec genua omnia may perhaps chance to

be about to be in the case to be becoming

a pale peterwright in spite of all your

tense accusatives whilstly you’re wallfloored1 like your gerandiums for the better half of a yearn or sob. It’s a wild’s kitten, my dear, who can tell a wilkling

from a warthog. For you may be as

practical as is predicable but you must

have the proper sort of accident to meet

that kind of a being with a difference.2

Flame at his fumbles but freeze on his

Undante

fist.3 Every letter is a godsend, ardent

umoroso. M.

Ares, brusque Boreas and glib Ganymede

50–50.

oþk þþàáoþ

like zealous Zeus, the O’Meghisthest of all. ãþþiþþþ

To me or not to me. Satis thy quest on.

Werbungsap! Jeg suis, vos wore a

gentleman, thou arr, I am a quean. Is a

game over? The game goes on. Cookcook !

Search me. The beggar the maid the

bigger the mauler. And the greater the

patrarc the griefer the pinch. And that’s

what your doctor knows. O love it is the

commonknounest

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