Text FW 035 – Finnegans *web* Wake

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us that it is true. They tell the story (an amalgam as absorbing as		1
calzium chloereydes and hydrophobe sponges could make it) how		2
one happygogusty Ides-of-April morning (the anniversary, as it		3
fell out, of his first assumption of his mirthday suit and rights in		4
appurtenance to the confusioning of human races) ages and ages		5
after the alleged misdemeanour when the tried friend of all crea-		6
tion, tigerwood roadstaff to his stay, was billowing across the		7
wide expanse of our greatest park in his caoutchouc kepi and		8
great belt and hideinsacks and his blaufunx fustian and ironsides		9
jackboots and Bhagafat gaiters and his rubberised inverness, he		10
met a cad with a pipe. The latter, the luciferant not the oriuolate		11
(who, the odds are, is still berting dagabout in the same straw		12
bamer, carryin his overgoat under his schulder, sheepside out, so		13
as to look more like a coumfry gentleman and signing the pledge		14
as gaily as you please) hardily accosted him with: Guinness thaw		15
tool in jew me dinner ouzel fin? (a nice how-do-you-do in Pool-		16
black at the time as some of our olddaisers may still tremblingly		17
recall) to ask could he tell him how much a clock it was that the		18
clock struck had he any idea by cock's luck as his watch was		19
bradys. Hesitency was clearly to be evitated. Execration as cleverly		20
to be honnisoid. The Earwicker of that spurring instant, realising		21
on fundamental liberal principles the supreme importance, nexally		22
and noxally, of physical life (the nearest help relay being pingping		23
K. O. Sempatrick's Day and the fenian rising) and unwishful as		24
he felt of being hurled into eternity right then, plugged by a soft-		25
nosed bullet from the sap, halted, quick on the draw, and reply-		26
in that he was feelin tipstaff, cue, prodooced from his gunpocket		27
his Jurgensen's shrapnel waterbury, ours by communionism, his		28
by usucapture, but, on the same stroke, hearing above the skirl-		29
ing of harsh Mother East old Fox Goodman, the bellmaster, over		30
the wastes to south, at work upon the ten ton tonuant thunder-		31
ous tenor toller in the speckled church (Couhounin's call!) told		32
the inquiring kidder, by Jehova, it was twelve of em sidereal and		33
tankard time, adding, buttall, as he bended deeply with smoked		34
sardinish breath to give more pondus to the copperstick he pre-		35
sented (though this seems in some cumfusium with the chap-		36

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