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No honaryhuest on our sposhialiste. For poor Glugger was dazed and late in his crave, ay he, laid in his grave. So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, for they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an angel’s garland. Slipping sly by Sallynoggin, as happy as the day is wet, bab- bling, bubbling, chattering to herself, deloothering the fields on their elbows leaning with the sloothering slide of her, giddy- gaddy, grannyma, gossipaceous Anna Livia.

We was lowsome like till we’d took out after the dead beats. So I begin to study and I soon show them day’s reasons how to give the cold shake to they blighty perishers and lay one over the beats. All feller he look he call all feller come longa villa finish. Toumbalo, how was I acclapadad! From them banjopeddlars on the raid. Gidding up me anti vanillas and getting off the stissas me aunties.

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I beg for your venials, sincerely I do. The proto was traipsing through the tangle then, Mathew Walker, godsons’ goddestfar, deputising for gossipocracy, and his station was a few perch to the weatherside of the knoll Asnoch and it was from no other place unless there, how and ever, that he proxtended aloof upon the ether Mesmer’s Manuum, the hand making silence. The buckos beyond on the lea, then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way they set ward about him, doing obedience, nod, bend, bow and curtsey, like the watchers of Prospect, upholding their broad- awake prober’s hats on their firrum heads, the travelling court on its findings circuiting that personer in his fallen. And a crack quat- youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psy- chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots. And, what do you think, who should be laying there above all other persons forenenst them only Yawn !

As well as his auricular of Malthus, the promethean paratonnerwetter which first (Pray go! pray go!) taught love’s lightning the way to, well, conduct itself (mercy, good shot! only please don’t mention it!). Come all ye goatfathers and groanmothers, come all ye markmakers and piledrivers, come all ye labour- saving devisers and chargeleyden dividends, firefinders, water- workers, deeply condeal with him! All that is still life with death inyeborn, all verbumsaps yet bound to be, to do and to suffer, every creature, everywhere, if you please, kindly feel for her! While the dapplegray dawn drags nearing nigh for to wake all droners that drowse in Dublin.

With a capital Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to dear Picuchet. 2 A viking vernacular expression still used in the Summerhill district for a jerryhatted man of forty who puts two fingers into his boiling soupplate and licks them in turn to find out if there is enough mushroom catsup in the mutton broth.

Bimbim bimbim. And the maidies scream all. Himhim himhim. ® Creeping Crawleys petery parley, banished to his native Ireland from erring under Ryan.

Finnegans Wake

They know how they believe that they believe that they know. Wherefore they wail. Grand goo segr easing we had entirely with an allnight eider down, bed picnic to follow.

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Hagakhroustioun! It were too exceeding really if one woulds to offer at sulk an oldivirdual a pinge of hinge hit. The mainest thing ever! Since Edem was in the boags noavy.

Y’are absexed, so y’are, with mackerglosia and mick- roocyphyllicks. — Ah, sure, I eyewitless foggus. ‘Tis all around me bebatters- bid hat.

• We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern!
• And so the poor Gripes got wrong; for that is always how a Gripes is, always was and always will ie.
• But abide Zeit’s sumonserving, rise afterfall.
• It is minely well mint.
• Gidding up me anti vanillas and getting off the stissas me aunties.

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Gnug of old Gnig. Ni, gnid mig brawly! I bag your burden. Mees is thees knees.

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The vervain is to herald as the grass admini- sters. They say, they say in effect, they really say. You have eaden fruit. You have snakked mid a fish. Sure I told you that afoul. I was drunk all lost life.

And so like that former son of a kish who went up and out to found his farmer’s ashes we come down home gently on our own turnedabout asses to meet Margareen. So, how idlers’ wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves of the living in redacted cartel price the boke of the deeds, annals of themselves timing the cycles of events grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass how. What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts ! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern!

Back, empty Irish grate, Adam’s mantel, with wilting elopement fan, soot and tinsel, condemned. North, wall with window practicable. Argentine in casement. Pelmit above. South, party wall. Bed for two with strawberry bedspread, wickerworker clubsessel and caneseated millikinstool.

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His handpalm lifted, his handshell cupped, his handsign pointed, his handheart mated, his handaxe risen, his handleaf fallen. Helpsome hand that holemost heals ! What is het holy ! For be all rules of sport ’tis right That youth bedower’d to charm the night Whilst age is dumped to mind the day When wather parted from the say. Cfy- The humming, it’s coming. Insway onsway.