Text FW 067 – Finnegans *web* Wake

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boleros one games with at the Nivynubies' finery ball and your		1
upright grooms that always come right up with you (and by jingo		2
when they do!) what else in this mortal world, now ours, when		3
meet there night, mid their nackt, me there naket, made their		4
nought the hour strikes, would bring them rightcame back in the		5
flesh, thumbs down, to their orses and their hashes.		6
To proceed. We might leave that nitrience of oxagiants to take		7
its free of the air and just analectralyse that very chymerical com-		8
bination, the gasbag where the warderworks. And try to pour		9
somour heiterscene up thealmostfere. In the bottled heliose case		10
continuing, Long Lally Tobkids, the special, sporting a fine breast		11
of medals, and a conscientious scripturereader to boot in the brick		12
and tin choorch round the coroner, swore like a Norewheezian		13
tailliur on the stand before the proper functionary that he was up		14
against a right querrshnorrt of a mand in the butcher of the blues		15
who, he guntinued, on last epening after delivering some car-		16
casses mattonchepps and meatjutes on behalf of Messrs Otto		17
Sands and Eastman, Limericked, Victuallers, went and, with his		18
unmitigated astonissment, hickicked at the dun and dorass against		19
all the runes and, when challenged about the pretended hick (it		20
was kickup and down with him) on his solemn by the imputant		21
imputed, said simply: I appop pie oath, Phillyps Captain. You		22
did, as I sostressed before. You are deepknee in error, sir, Madam		23
Tomkins, let me then tell you, replied with a gentlewomanly		24
salaam MackPartland, (the meatman's family, and the oldest in		25
the world except nick, name.) And Phelps was flayful with his		26
peeler. But his phizz fell.		27
Now to the obverse. From velveteens to dimities is barely a		28
fivefinger span and hence these camelback excesses are thought		29
to have been instigated by one or either of the causing causes of		30
all, those rushy hollow heroines in their skirtsleeves, be she ma-		31
gretta be she the posque. Oh! Oh! Because it is a horrible thing		32
to have to say to say to day but one dilalah, Lupita Lorette, short-		33
ly after in a fit of the unexpectednesses drank carbolic with all		34
her dear placid life before her and paled off while the other		35
soiled dove that's her sister-in-love, Luperca Latouche, finding		36

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