Brum! Brum!

Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster-lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip— py trip so airy. For their heart’s right there. Tip. This is me Bel— chum’s tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Wil ingdone branlish his same marmorial tal owscoop Sophy–Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam— bariste del a porca!

Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Wil ingdone from his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewal Wil ingdone is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel-lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Wil ing—

done. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Wil ingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob. This is the Wil ingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip. That was the last joke of Wil ingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Wil ingdone, Culpenhelp, waggling his tailoscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see-boy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bul srag! Foul!) This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Wil ingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!

This is the Wil ingdone, bornstable ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin. Basucker youstead! This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse. Tip (Bul seye! Game!) How Copenhagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out. Phew!

file:///E|/Books/Top%20100%20Novels%20list/Finnegans%20Wake/complete.html[9/12/2007

12:21:58 PM]

Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts!

We nowhere she lives but you mussna tel annaone for the lamp of Jig-aLanthern! It’s a candlelittle houthse of a month and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And num-mered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too ! The wa— grant wind’s awalt’zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted knol yrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there’s that gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle, wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle, helfalittle, pelfalittle gnarlybird.