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a thorntree. We

drames our dreams tell Bappy returns.

And Sein annews. We will not say it shall

not be, this passing of order and order’s

coming, but in the herbest country and in

the country around Blath as in that city

self of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So shuttle the pipers done.6 Eric aboy!

7 And it’s time that all paid tribute to this massive mor-tiality, the pink of punk

perfection as photo— graphy in mud.

Some may seek to dodge the

1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam’s honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in his hand and his mouth open.

2 And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery. 3 Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?

4 Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the lays of ancient homes.

5 The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks.

6 Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam. 7 Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian with his bakset of yosters.

gobbet for its quantity of quality but who

wants to cheat the choker’s got to learn to

chew the cud. Allwhichhole scrubs on

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

scroll circuminiuminluminatedhave

encuoniams here and improperies there.1

With a pansy for the pussy in the corner. 2

Bewise of Fanciulla’s heart, the heart of

Pitchcap and

INCIPIT IN triangle, noose

Fanciulla! Even the recollection of willow

TERMISSIO.

and tinctunc.

MAJOR AND

fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear.3

Uncle Flabbius

MINOR

The rushes by the grey nuns’ pond: ah eh

Muximus to

Niecia Flappia

oh let me sigh too. Coalmansbell: behoves

Minnimiss. As

you handmake of the load. Jenny Wren:

this is. And as

pick, peck. Johnny Post: pack, puck.4 All

this this is.

the world’s in want and is writing a

Dear Brotus,

land me

letters.5 A letters from a person to a place arrears.

about a thing. And all the world’s on wish

Rockaby,

to be carrying a letters. A let-ters to a king babel, flatten a

wall. How he

about a treasure from a cat. 6 When men

broke the good

want to write a letters. Ten men, ton men,

news to Gent.

pen men, pun men, wont to rise a ladder.

And den men, dun men, fen men, fun

men, hen men, hun men went to raze a

leader. Is then any lettersday from many

peoples, Daganasanavitch? Empire, your

outermost. 7 A posy cord. Plece.

We have wounded our way on foe tris

prince till that force in the gill is faint

afarred

1 Gosem pher, gezumpher, greeze a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him!

2 And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth her bothom dolours he’d have a culious impressiom on the diminitive that chafes our ends.

3 When I’am Enastella and am taken for Essastessa I’ll do that droop on the pohlmann’s piano.

4 Heavenly twinges, if it’s one of his I’ll fearly feint as swoon as he enterrooms. 5 To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And when you’re done push the chain.

6 With her modesties office.

7 Strutting as proud as a great turquin weggin that cuckhold on his Eddems and Clay’s hat.

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

and the face in the treebark feigns afear.

MODES COAThis is rainstones ringing. Strangely cult

LESCING

for this ceasing of the yore. But Erigureen

PROLIFERATE

is ever. Pot price pon patrilinear plop, if

HOMOGENUINE

the osseletion of the onkring gives omen

HOMOGENnome? Since alls war that end war let EITY.

sports be leisure and bring and buy fair.

Ah ah athclete, blest your bally bathfeet!

Towntoquest, fortorest, the hour that hies

is hurley. A halt for hearsake. 1

1 Come, smooth of my slate, to the beat of my blosh! With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms three’s so much more plants than chants for cecilies

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