Finnegans Wake - James Joyce [159]
sweat the juggaleer’s veins (quench his
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
quill!) in his napier scrag stud out
bursthright tam1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups. 3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?
4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-inthe-straits!
quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood
Illustration.
Ascription of
lekar! Where’s Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war
the Active.
itwas in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer
Proscription of
! From this misbelieving feacemaker to his
the Passive.
noncredible fancyflame.1 Ask for
bosthoon, late for Mass, pray for
blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could
wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as
foyne as that moultylousy Erewhig,
yerself, mick! Nock the muddy nickers!2
Christ’s Church varses Bellial !) Dear and
he went on to scripple gentlemine born,
milady bread, he would pen for her, he
would pine for her,3 how he would patpun
fun for all4 with his frolicky frowner so
and his glumsome grinner otherso. And
how are you, waggy?5 My animal his
sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my
liver! Se non ‚ vero son trovatore. O jerry!
He was soso, harriot all! He was sadfellow,
steifel! He was mister-mysterion. Like a
purate out of pensionee with a
gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday,
wailsday, thumpsday, frightday,
shatterday till the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! He was quisquis, floored on
his plankraft of shittim wood. Look at
him! Sink deep or touch not the Cartesian
spring! Want more ashes, griper? How
diesmal he was lying low on his rawside
laying siege to goblin castle. And, bezouts
that, how hyenesmeal he was laying him
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
long on his laughside lying sack to
croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf’s
intes1 And she had to seek a pond’s apeace to salve her suiterkins. Sued!
2 Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish?
3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with curtsey flowers.
4 A nastilow disigraible game.
5 Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the corner. Grunny Grant.
tions, quoths the Bhagavat biskop Leech)
Ensouling Fe—
WHEN THE
male Sustains
Ann opes tipoo soon ear! If you could me
ANSWERER
Agonising
lendtill my pascol’s kondyl, sahib, and the
IS A LEMAN.
Over-man.
price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With
ALL SQUARE
Sesama to the
AND
best apolojigs and merrymoney thanks to
Rescues. The
self for all the clerricals and again begs
Key Signature.
guerdon for bistris-pissing on your
bunificence. Well wiggy— wiggywagtail,
and how are you, yaggy? With a capital
Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to dear
Picuchet. Blott.
Now, (peel your eyes, my gins, and brush
your saton hat, me elementator joyclid,
son of a Butt ! She’s mine, Jow low jure,1
be Skibbering’s eagles, sweet tart of
Whiteknees Arch— way) watch him,
having caught at the bi— furking calamum
in his bolsillos, the onelike underworp he
had ever funnet without diffi-cultads, the
aboleshqvick, signing away in happinext
complete, (Exquisite Game of inspiration!
I always adored your hand. So could I too
and without the scrope of a pen. Ohr for
oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge
ad lib. Can you write us a last line? From
Smith–Jones-Orbison?) intrieatedly in
years, jirry— alimpaloop. And i Romain,
hup u bn gd grl. 2 Unds alws my thts. To
fallthere at bare feet hurryaswormarose.
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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
Two dies of one raffle-ment. Eche
bennyache. Outstamp and dis— tribute
him at the expanse of his society. To be
continued. Anon.
And ook, ook, ook, fanky! All the charictures3 in the drame! This is how San holy
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1 I loved to see the Macbeths