Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [156]
spokes-man circumscript a cyclone. Allow
ter! Hoop ! As round as the calf of an egg!
O, dear me! O, dear me now! Another
grand dis-cobely! After Makefearsome’s
Ocean. You’ve actuary entducked one!
Quok! Why, you haven’t a passer!
Fantastic! Early’ clever, surely doomed, to
Swift’s, alas, the galehus! Match of a
matchness, like your Bigdud dadder in the
boudeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar’s
Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in
the smukking precincts of lydias,2 with
Mary Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling
to edge his cropulence and Blake–Roche,
Kingston and Dockrell auriscenting him
from afurz, our papacocopotl,3 Abraham
Bradley King? (ting ting! ting ting!) By his magmasine fall. Lumps, lavas and all.4
Bene! But, thunder and turf, it’s not alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The mystery
repeats itself todate as our callback
mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to
a tanner,5 used to sing, as I think, now
and then consinuously over her possetpot
in her quer
1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids’ and dolls’ home. Makeacakeache. 2 A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.
3 Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning. 4 At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one 5 We’re all found of our anmal matter.
homolocous humminbass hesterdie and
The Vegetable
Cell and its
ist-herdie forivor.1 Vanissas Vanistatums!
Pri-vate
And for a night of thoughtsendyures and a
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
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day. As Great Shapesphere puns it. In
The haves and
the havenots:
effect, I re-mumble, from the yules gone
a distinction.
by, purr lil mur— rerof myhind, so she
used indeed. When she give me the
Sundaclouths she hung up for Tate and
Comyng and snuffed out the ghost in the
candle at his old game of haunt the
sleepper. Faithful departed. When I’m
dreaming back like that I begins to see
we’re only all telescopes. Or the
comeallyoum saunds. Like when I dromed
I was in Dairy and was wuckened up with
thump in thudderdown. Rest in peace !
But to return.2 What a wonder-ful
memory you have too ! Twonderful
morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring
town eau and curry nothung up my sleeve.
Now, springing quickenly from the
mudland-Loosh from Luccan with Allhim
as her Elder tetra-turn a somersault. All’s
fair on all fours, as my instructor unstrict me. Watch ! And you’ll have the whole
inkle. Allow, allow! Gyre O, gyre O,
gyrotundo ! Hop lala ! As umpty herum as
you seat! O, dear me, that was very nesse!
Very nace indeed! And makes us a
daintical pair of accomplasses! You, allus
for the kunst and me for omething with a
handel to it. Beve! Now, as will pressantly
be felt, there’s tew tricklesome poinds
where our twain of doubling bicirculars,
mating approxe-metely in their suite poi
and poi, dunloop into eath the ocher.
Lucihere ! I fee where you
1 Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.
2 Say where! A timbrelfill of twinkletinkle. mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun,
Zweispaltung
as
lemmas quatsch, vide pervoys akstiom,
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
of Wiederher-
stickme punctum, but for semenal rations
stellung.
I’d likelong, by Araxes, to mack a capital
Pee for Pride down there on the batom1
where Hoddum and Heave, our
monsterbilker, balked his bawd of
parodies. And let you go, Airmienious,
and mick your modest mock Pie out of
Humbles up your end. Where your
apexojesus will be a point of order. With a
geing groan grunt and a croak click
cluck.2 And my faceage kink and kurkle
trying to make keek peep.3 Are you right
there, Michael, are you right? Do you
think you can hold on by sitting tight?
Well, of course, it’s awful angelous. Still I don’t feel it’s so dangelous. Ay, I’m right
here, Nickel,