Cropherb the crunch-bracken shal decide. Then we’l know if the feast is a flyday. She has a gift of seek on site and she al casual y ansars helpers, the dreamydeary. Heed! Heed ! It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it mought have been due to a col upsus of his back promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-sand and one stories, al told, of the same). But so sore did abe ite ivvy’s holired abbles, (what with the wal hal ’s horrors of rol s-rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and the jol ybrool and the peeler in the coat and the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobibusses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjel ybies snooping around Tel –No-Tailors’ Corner and the fumes and the hopes and the strupithump of his vil e’s indigenous romekeepers, homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud murumd and al the uproor from al the aufroofs, a roof for may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warning Phil filt tippling ful . His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did shake. (There was a wal of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb!

Mastabatoom, mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is al long. For whole the world to see.

Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie? of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fil again’s chrissormiss wake, al the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation and their duodisimal y profusive plethora of ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers and raiders and cinemen too. And the al gianed in with the shout-most shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog. To the continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan’s extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening. Bel ing him up and fil ing him down. He’s stiff but he’s steady is Priam Olim ! ’Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen his pil owscone, tap up his bier! E’erawhere in this whorl would ye hear sich

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head. Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O !

Hurrah, there is but young gleve for the owl globe wheels in view which is tautaulogical y the same thing. Wel , Him a being so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee peep, see, at Hom, wel , see peegee ought he ought, platterplate. Hum

! From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the bil to ireglint’s eye he calmly extensolies. And al the way (a horn!) from fiord to fjel his baywinds’ oboboes shal wail him rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and al the livvy-long night, the del dale dalppling night, the night of bluerybel s, her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him. With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins about al them inns and ouses. Til ing a teel of a tum, tel ing a tol of a tea-ry turty Taubling. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to believe.