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Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [145]

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is the

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

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