Text FW 068 – Finnegans *web* Wake

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one day while dodging chores that she stripped teasily for binocu-		1
lar man and that her jambs were jimpjoyed to see each other, the		2
nautchy girly soon found her fruitful hat too small for her and		3
rapidly taking time, look, she rapidly took to necking, partying		4
and selling her spare favours in the haymow or in lumber closets		5
or in the greenawn ad huck (there are certain intimacies in all		6
ladies' lavastories we just lease to imagination) or in the sweet		7
churchyard close itself for a bit of soft coal or an array of thin		8
trunks, serving whom in fine that same hot coney a la Zingara		9
which our own little Graunya of the chilired cheeks dished up		10
to the greatsire of Oscar, that son of a Coole. Houri of the coast		11
of emerald, arrah of the lacessive poghue, Aslim-all-Muslim, the		12
resigned to her surrender, did not she, come leinster's even, true		13
dotter of a dearmud, (her pitch was Forty Steps and his perch old		14
Cromwell's Quarters) with so valkirry a licence as sent many a		15
poor pucker packing to perdition, again and again, ay, and again		16
sfidare him, tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido, toos top-		17
ples topple, stop, dug of a dog of a dgiaour, ye! Angealousmei!		18
And did not he, like Arcoforty, farfar off Bissavolo, missbrand		19
her behaveyous with iridescent huecry of down right mean false		20
sop lap sick dope? Tawfulsdreck! A reine of the shee, a shebeen		21
quean, a queen of pranks. A kingly man, of royal mien, regally		22
robed, exalted be his glory! So gave so take: Now not, not now!		23
He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want.		24
Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead era,		25
hark! He hea, eyes ravenous on her lippling lills. He hear her voi		26
of day gon by. He hears! Zay, zay, zay! But, by the beer of his		27
profit, he cannot answer. Upterputty till rise and shine! Nor needs		28
none shaft ne stele from Phenicia or Little Asia to obelise on		29
the spout, neither pobalclock neither folksstone, nor sunkenness		30
in Tomar's Wood to bewray how erpressgangs score off the rued.		31
The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue		32
and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so long		33
till allearth's dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf. Tatcho,		34
tawney yeeklings! The column of lumps lends the pattrin of the		35
leaves behind us. If violence to life, limb and chattels, often as		36

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