that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting an end to myself and my malody, when I remembered all your pupil-teacher’s erringnesses in perfection class. You sh’undn’t write you can’t if you w’udn’t pass for undevelopmented. This is the propper way to say that, Sr. If it’s me chews to swallow all you saidn’t you can eat my words for it as sure as there’s a key in my kiss. Quick erit faciofacey. When we will conjugate to-gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour, verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for ever. Your are me severe? Then rue. My intended, Jr, who I’m throne away on, (here he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon) when I slip through my pettigo I’ll get my decree and take seidens when I’m not ploughed first by some Rolando the Lasso, and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my collage juniorees who, though they flush fuchsia, are they octette and virginity in my shade but always my figurants. They may be yea of my year but they’re nary nay of my day. Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pry they’ll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending marriage. Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuring trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive d’Oyly and Winnie Carr, bejupers, they reized the dressing of a salandmon and how a peeper costs and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwaimen. It most have bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrine von Terrefin. Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all should I forget to) bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn’t it just divining that dog of a dag in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt’s altar, as cooledas as cul-cumbre, slapping my straights till the sloping ruins, postillion, postallion, a swinge a swank, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them horners stagstruck on the leasward! Don’t be of red, you blanching mench! This isabella I’m on knows the ruelles of the rut and she don’t fear andy mandy. So sing loud, sweet cheeriot, like anegreon in heaven! The good fother with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good. Amum. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it’s the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes. file:///E|/Books/Top%20100%20Novels%20list/Finnegans%20Wake/complete.html[9/12/2007 12:21:58 PM]
Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
A scene at sight. Or dreamoneire. Which
Bibelous hics-
tory and
they shall memorise. By her freewritten
Barbar— assa
Hopely for ear that annalykeses if scares
harestary. A
for eye that sumns. Is it in the now
shieling in
woodwordings of our sweet plantation
cop-pingers
where the branchings then will
and porrish
soup all days.
singingsing tomorrows gone and yesters
How matches
outcome as Satadays aftermoon lex leap
metroosers?
smiles on the twelvemonthsminding?
Le h‚los
Such is. Dear (name of desired subject,
tombaut soul
sur la jambe
A.N.), well, and I go on to. Shlicksher. I
de marche.
and we (tender condolences for happy
funeral, one if) so sorry to (mention
person suppressed for the moment, F.M.).
Well (enquiries after all-healths) how are
you (question maggy). A lovely (introduce
to domestic circles) pershan of cates.
Shrubsher. Those pothooks mostly she
hawks from Poppa Vere Foster but these
curly mequeues are of Mippa’s moulding.
Shrubsheruthr. (Wave gently in the ere
turning ptover.) Well, mabby (consolation
of shopes) to soon air. With best from
cinder Christinette if prints chumming,
can be when desires Soldi, for asamples,
backfronted or, if all, peethrolio or Get my Prize, using her flower or perfume or, if
veryveryvery chum-ming, in otherwards,
who she supposed adeal, kissists my exits.
Shlicksheruthr. From Auburn
chenlemagne. Pious and