Text FW 040 – Finnegans *web* Wake

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the Little Old Man's and All Swell That Aimswell, the Cup and		1
the Stirrup, he sought his wellwarmed leababobed in a hous-		2
ingroom Abide With Oneanother at Block W.W., (why didn't		3
he back it?) Pump Court, The Liberties, and, what with		4
moltapuke on voltapuke, resnored alcoh alcoho alcoherently to		5
the burden of I come, my horse delayed, nom num, the sub-		6
stance of the tale of the evangelical bussybozzy and the rusinur-		7
bean (the 'girls' he would keep calling them for the collarette		8
and skirt, the sunbonnet and carnation) in parts (it seemed he		9
was before the eyots of martas or otherwales the thirds of fossil-		10
years, he having beham with katya when lavinias had her mens		11
lease to sea in a psumpship doodly show whereat he was looking		12
for fight niggers with whilde roarses) oft in the chilly night (the		13
metagonistic! the epickthalamorous!) during uneasy slumber in		14
their hearings of a small and stonybroke cashdraper's executive,		15
Peter Cloran (discharged), O'Mara, an exprivate secretary of no		16
fixed abode (locally known as Mildew Lisa), who had passed		17
several nights, funnish enough, in a doorway under the blankets		18
of homelessness on the bunk of iceland, pillowed upon the stone		19
of destiny colder than man's knee or woman's breast, and		20
Hosty, (no slouch of a name), an illstarred beachbusker, who,		21
sans rootie and sans scrapie, suspicioning as how he was setting		22
on a twoodstool on the verge of selfabyss, most starved, with		23
melancholia over everything in general, (night birman, you served		24
him with natigal's nano !) had been towhead tossing on his shake-		25
down, devising ways and manners of means, of what he loved		26
to ifidalicence somehow or other in the nation getting a hold of		27
some chap's parabellum in the hope of taking a wing sociable		28
and lighting upon a sidewheel dive somewhere off the Dullkey		29
Downlairy and Bleakrooky tramaline where he could throw true		30
and go and blow the sibicidal napper off himself for two bits to		31
boldywell baltitude in the peace and quitybus of a one sure shot		32
bottle, he after having being trying all he knew with the lady's		33
help of Madam Gristle for upwards of eighteen calanders to get		34
out of Sir Patrick Dun's, through Sir Humphrey Jervis's and		35
into the Saint Kevin's bed in the Adelaide's hosspittles (from		36

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