Text FW 017 – Finnegans *web* Wake

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where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis-		1
sers moony, Minnikin passe.		2
Jute. Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory-		3
shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba-		4
ges on to soil here.		5
Mutt. Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a		6
riverpool.		7
Jute. Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like?		8
Mutt. Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum		9
rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn,		10
with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton		11
on, did Brian d' of Linn.		12
Jute. Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly		13
forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat-		14
what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um-		15
scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.		16
Mutt. Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink		17
roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde		18
ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone		19
to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where		20
wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of		21
signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to		22
whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr.		23
Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering		24
rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence:		25
hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of		26
livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as		27
flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of		28
whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges		29
to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize!		30
Jute. 'Stench!		31
Mutt. Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an'		32
everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great-		33
grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig,		34
drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound		35
seemetery which iz leebez luv.		36

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