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heaven help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced diorems in the Saint Lubbock’s Day number of that most improving of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our indices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay, and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green1 to take warning by the prispast, why?, by cows . man, in shirt, is how he is pi— la gonna Š

mobile and þ they wonet do ut; and, an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled a la Mer pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your launer’s lightsome or your soulard’s schwearmood, it is that, whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul,2 in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on-ward 3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi

— cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of whisth to you sternly how — Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic yearlings — you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line somewhawre) 1 Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral. 2 Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

3 Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag’ll row!

Coss? Cossist? Your parn! You, you make

WHY MY AS

what name? (and in truth, as a poor soul

LIKEWISE

is between shift and shift ere the teath he

WHIS HIS.

has lived through becomes the life he is to

die into, he or he had albut — he was

rickets as to reasons but the balance of his minds was stables — lost himself or

himself some som-nione sciupiones,

soswhitchoverswetch had he or he gazet,

murphy come, murphy go, murphy plant,

murphy grow, a maryamyriameliamurphies, in the lazily eye of his lapis,

Vieus Von DVbLIn, ’twas one of

Uteralterance

or the

dozedeams a darkies ding in dewood) the

Interplay of

Turnpike under the Great Ulm (with

Bones in the

Mearingstone in Fore ground).1 Given

Womb.

now ann linch you take enn all. Allow me!

And, heaving alljawbreakical expressions

The Vortex.

out of old Sare Isaac’s2 universal of

Spring of

specious aristmystic unsaid, A is for Anna

Sprung Verse.

The Ver-tex.

like L is for liv. Aha hahah, Ante Ann

you’re apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn

gives rise. Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh leaves alass! Aiaiaiai,

Antiann, we’re last to the lost, Loulou! Tis perfect. Now (lens

1 Draumcondra’s Dream country where the betterlies blow. 2 O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that old Pantifox Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture?

your dappled yeye here, mine’s

Sarga, or the

path of

presbyoperian, shill and wall) we see the

outgoing.

copyngink strayed-line AL (in Fig., the

Docetism and

forest) from being con tinued, stops ait

Didicism,

Maya-Thaya.

Lambday:1 Modder ilond there too. Allow

Tamas-Rajas–

me anchore! I bring down noth and carry

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

Sattvas.

awe. Now, then, take this in! One of the

most murmurable loose carollaries ever

Ellis threw his cookingclass. With Olaf as

centrum