James Joyce - Finnegans Wake

Meusdeus! That was (with burning briar) Mr Twomass Noho

holan for their common contribe satisfunction in the purports of

amusedment telling the Verily Roverend Father Epiphanes

shrineshriver of Saint Dhorough's (in browne bomler) how

(assuary as there's a bonum in your osstheology!) Backlegs

shirked the racing kenneldar. The saintly scholarist's roastering

guffalawd of nupersaturals holler at this metanoic excomologosis

tells of the chestnut's (once again, Wittyngtom!) absolutionally

romptyhompty successfulness. A lot of lasses and lads without

damas or dads, but fresh and blued with collecting boxes. One

aught spare ores triflets, to be shut: it is Coppingers for the

children. Slippery Sam hard by them, physically present how

somedever morally absent, was slooching about in his knavish

diamonds asking Gmax, Knox and the Dmuggies (a pinnance for

your toughts, turffers!) to deck the ace of duds. Tomtinker Tim,

howbeit, his unremitting retainer, (the seers are the seers of

Samael but the heers are the heers of Timoth) is in Boozer's

Gloom, soalken steady in his sulken tents. Baldawl the curse,

baledale the day! And the frocks of shick sheeples in their shum

mering insamples! You see: a chiefsmith, semperal scandal

stinkmakers, a middinest from the Casabianca and, of course,

Mr Fry. Barass! Pardon the inquisition, causas es quostas?

It is Da Valorem's Dominical Brayers. Why coif that weird

hood? Because among nosoever circusdances is to be apprehended

the dustungwashed poltronage of the lost Gabbarnaur-Jaggar

nath. Pamjab! Gross Jumpiter, whud was thud? Luckluckluck

luckluckluckluck! It is the Thousand to One Guinea-Gooseberry's

Lipperfull Slipver Cup. Hold hard, ridesiddle titelittle Pitsy

Riley! Gurragrunch, gurragrunch! They are at the turn of the

fourth of the hurdles. By the hross of Xristos, Holophullopopu

lace is a shote of excramation! Bumchub! Emancipator, the

Creman hunter (Major Hermyn C. Entwhistle) with dramatic

effect reproducing the form of famous sires on the scene of the

formers triumphs, is showing the eagle's way to Mr Whayte

hayte's three buy geldings Homo Made Ink, Bailey Beacon

and Ratatuohy while Furstin II and The Other Girl (Mrs

'Boss' Waters, Leavybrink) too early spring dabbles, are showing

a clean pairofhids to Immensipater. Sinkathinks to oppen here!

To this virgin's tuft, on this golden of evens! I never sought of

sinkathink. Our lorkmakor he is proformly annuysed He is

shinkly thinkly shaking in his schayns. Sat will be off follteedee.

This eeridreme has being effered you by Bett and Tipp. Tipp and

Bett, our swapstick quackchancers, in From Topphole to Bot

tom of The Irish Race and World.]

TAFF (awary that the first sports report of Loudin Reginald has now been afterthoughtfully colliberated by a saggind spurts flash, takes the dipperend direction and, for tasing the tiomor of malaise after the pognency of orangultonia, orients by way of Sagittarius towards Draco on the Lour). And you collier carsst on him, the corsar, with Boyle, Burke and Campbell, I'll gogemble on strangbones tomb. You had just been cerberating a camp camp camp to Saint Sepulchre's march through the armeemonds retreat with the boys all marshalled, scattering giant's hail over the curseway, fellowed along the rout by the stenchions of the corpse. Tell the coldspell's terroth! If you please, commeylad! Perfedes Albionias! Think some ingain think, as Teakortairer sate over the Galwegian caftan forewhen Orops and Aasas were chooldrengs and micramacrees! A forward movement, Miles na Bogaleen, and despatch!

BUTT (slinking his coatsleeves surdout over his squad mutton shoulder so as to loop more life the jauntlyman as he scents thc anggreget yup behound their whole scoopchina's desperate noy's totalage and explaining aposteriorly how awstooloo was valdesombre belowes hero and he was in a greak esthate phophiar an erixtion on the soseptuple side of him made spoil apriori his popoporportiums). Yass, zotnyzor, I don't think I did not, pojr. Never you brother me for I scout it, think you! Ichts nichts on nichts ! Greates Schtschuptar! Me fol the rawlawdy in the schpirrt of a schkrepz. Of all the quirasses and all the qwehrmin in the tragedoes of those antiants their grandoper, that soun of a gunnong, with his sabaothsopolettes, smooking his scandleloose at botthends of him! Foinn duhans! I grandthinked after his obras after another time about the itch in his egondoom he was legging boldylugged from some pulversporochs and lyoking for a stooleazy for to nemesisplotsch allafranka and for to salubrate himself with an ultradungs heavenly mass at his base by a suprime pompship chorams the perished popes, the reverend and allaverred cromlecks,and when I heard his lewdbrogue reciping his cheap cheateary gospeds to sintry and santry and sentry and suntry I thought he was only haftara having afterhis brokeforths but be the homely Churopodvas I no sooner seen aghist of his frighteousness then I was bibbering with vear a few versets off fooling for fjorg for my fifth foot. Of manifest 'tis obedience and the. Flute!

TAFF (though the unglucksarsoon is giming for to git him, jotning in, hoghly ligious, hapagodlap, like a soldierry sap, with a pique at his cue and a tyr in his eye and a bond of his back and a croak in his cry as did jolly well harm lean o'er him) Is not athug who would. Weepon, weeponder, song of sorrowmon ! Which goatheye and sheepskeer they damnty well know. Papaist! Gambanman! Take the cawraidd's blow! Yia! Your partridge's last!

BUTT (giving his scimmianised twinge in acknuckledownedgment of this cumulikick, strafe from the firetrench, studenly drobs led, satoniseels ouchyotchy, he changecors induniforms as he is lefting the gat out of the big: his face glows green, his hair greys white, his bleyes bcome broon to suite his cultic twalette). But when I seeing him in his oneship fetch along within hail that tourrible tall with his nitshnykopfgoknob and attempting like a brandylogged rudeman cathargic, lugging up and laiding down his livepelts so cruschinly like Mebbuck at Messar and expousing his old skinful self tailtottom by manurevring in open ordure to renewmurature with the cowruads in their airish pleasantry I thanked he was recovering breadth from some herdsquatters beyond the carcasses and I couldn't erver nerver to tell a liard story not of I knew the prize if from lead or alimoney. But when I got inoccupation of a full new of his old basemiddelism, in ackshan, pagne pogne, by the veereyed lights of the stormtrooping clouds and in the sheenflare of the battleaxes of the heroim and mid the shieldfails awail of the bitteraccents of the sorafim and caught the pfierce tsmell of his aurals, orankastank, a suphead setrapped, like Peder the Greste, altipaltar, my bill it forsooks allegiance (gut bull it!) and, no lie is this, I was babbeing and yetaghain bubbering, bibbelboy, me marrues me shkewers me gnaas me fiet, tob tob tob beat it, solongopatom..Clummensy if ever misused, must used you's now! But, meac Coolp, Arram of Eirzerum, as I love our Deer Dirouchy, I confesses withould pridejealice when I looked upon the Saur of all the Haurousians with the weight of his arge fullin upon him from the travaillings of his tommuck and rueckenased the fates of a bosser there was fear on me the sons of Nuad for him and it was heavy he was for me then the way I immingled my Irmenial hairmaierians ammongled his Gospolis fomiliours till, achaura moucreas, I adn't the arts to.

TAFF (as a marrer off act, prepensing how such waldmanns from Burnias seduced country clowns, he is preposing barangaparang after going knowing what he is doing after to see him pluggy well moidered as a murder effect, you bet your blowie knife, before he doze soze, sopprused though he is) Grot Zot ! You hidn't the hurts? Vott Fonn !