Text FW 628 – Finnegans *web* Wake

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sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad		1
father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere		2
size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me		3
seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them		4
rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo		5
moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me.		6
All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff!		7
So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you		8
done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now		9
under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink		10
I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes,		11
tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush		12
to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us		13
then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-		14
endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a		15
long the		16



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