And even if Humpty shel fal frumpty times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of al our grand remonstrancers there’l be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn-him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere’s a turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight of a hind make sure but you’re cocked by a hin. Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy, fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else-where, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegil s and col ines, sitton aroont, scentbreeched ant somepotreek, in their swisha-wish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton’s Fol y, at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stand up, mickos! Make strake for minnas ! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off Corkhil or the bergamoors of Arbourhil or the bergagambols of Summerhil or the bergincel ies of Miseryhil or the country-bossed bergones of Constitutionhil though every crowd has its several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf’s on the rise and Ivor’s on the lift and Sitric’s place’s between them. But al they are al there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that wil solve and salve life’s robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this sound of Irish sense. Real y? Here English might be seen. Royal y? One sovereign punned to petery pence. Regal y? The silence speaks the scene. Fake!

So This Is Dyoublong?

Hush! Caution ! Echoland !

How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the outwashed engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwal of his innkempt house. Used they? (I am sure that tiring chabelshovel-ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I say, the remains of the outworn gravemure where used to be blurried the Ptol mens of the Incabus. Used

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Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce

we? (He is only pre-tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed lishener, Fiery Farrel y.) It is wel known. Lokk for himself and see the old butte new. Dbln. W. K. O. O. Hear? By the mauso-lime wal . Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferal . Fumfum fum— fum. ’Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone’s magic lyer. They wil be tuggling foriver. They wil be lichening for al of. They wil be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord shal be theirs for ol aves. Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book in baile’s annals, f t.