Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [145]
winker for the muckwits of willesly and
nith is the nod for the umproar napollyon
and hitheris poorblond piebold hoerse.
Huirse. With its tricuspidal hauberk1 Shake eternity and lick creation. 2 I’m blest if I can see.
3 Hoppity Huhneye, hoosh the hen. I like cluckers, you like nuts (wink). 4 Sweet, medium and dry like altar wine.
5 Who’ll buy me penny babies?
6 Well, Maggy, I got your castoff devils all right and fits lovely. And am vaguely graceful. Maggy thanks.
7 My six is no secret, sir, she said.
8 Yes, there, Tad, thanks, give, from, tathair, look at that now. helm coverchaf emblem on. For the man
Murdoch. Pas
d’action, peu
that broke the ranks on Monte Sinjon.
de sauce.
The all-riddle of it? That that is allruddy
From the
with us, ahead of schedule, which already
seven tents of
is plan accom-plished from and syne: Daft
Joseph till the
Dathy of the Five Positions (the death ray
calends of
Mary Marian,
stop him!) is still, as reproaches Paulus,
olivehunkered
on the Madderhorn and, entre chats and
and thorny
hobnobs,1 daring Dunderhead to shiver
too. As
Shakefork
his timbers and Hannibal mac Hamil-tan
might pitch it.
the Hegerite2 (more livepower elbow him
!) ministerbuilding up, as repreaches
Timothy, in Saint Barmabrac’s.3 Number
Thirty two West Eleventh streak looks on
to that (may all in the tocoming of the
sempereternal speel spry with it!) datetree
doloriferous which more and over leafeth
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
earlier than every growth and, elfshot,
headawag, with frayed nerves wondering
till they feeled sore like any woman that
has been born at all events to the purdah
and for the howmanyeth and howmovingth time at what the demons in that jackhouse that jerry built for Massa and
Missus and hijo de puta, the sparksown
fermament of the starryk
fieldgosongingon where blows a nemone
at each blink of windstill4 they were
sliding along and sleeting aloof and
scouting around and shooting about. Allwhichwhile or whereaballoons for good vaunty years Dagobert is in Clane’s clean
hometown prepping up his prepueratory
and learning how to put a broad face
bronzily out through a broken breached
meataerial
1 Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!
2 If I gnows me gneesgnobs the both of him is gnatives of Genuas. 3 A glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please. 4 All the world loves a big gleaming jelly.
from Bryan Awlining! Erin’s hircohaired
culoteer. 1
And as, these things being so or ere those
Puzzly, puzzly,
FROM CENO I smell a cat.
things having done, way back home in
GENETIC DI—
Two makes a
CHOTOMY
Pacata Auburnia,2 (untillably holy gammel
wing at the
THROUGH
Eire) one world burrowing on another, (if
ma-croscope
DIAGONISTIC
telluspeep.
you’ve got me, neighbour, in any large
CONCILI From the
lumps, geek?, ant got the strong of it)
ANCE TO
Buffalo Times
Standfest, our topiocal sagon hero, or any
DYNASTIC
of bysone
CONTINUotther macotther, signs is on the
days. Quick
ITY.
bellyguds bastille back, bucket up with
quake quokes
the parrotbook
fullness, ant silvering to her jubilee,3
of dates.
birch-leaves her jointure, our lavy in
waving, visage full of flesh ant fat as a
hen’s i’ forehead, Airyanna ant Blowyhart
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
of quicken boughs hight The Goat ant
Compasses (‘phone number 17:69, if you
want to know4 ) his sea-arm strongsround
her, her velivole eyne aship— wracked,
have discusst their things of the past,
crime and fable with shame, home and
profit,5 why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose
veins runs a mixture of, are heat bent and
hard upon. Spell me the chimes. They are
tales all tolled. 6 Today is well thine but
where’s may tomorrow be. But, bless his
cowly head and press his crankly