Kategorie: Text FW Book1

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for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life-		1
work leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young		2
wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth		3
behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while		4
Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what? with		5
a grin says she. And we all like a marriedann because she is mer-		6
cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation		7
(floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an eyebush on this glau-		8
brous phace of Herrschuft Whatarwelter she'll loan a vesta and		9
hire some peat and sarch the shores her cockles to heat and she'll		10
do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the		11
blaziness on. Poffpoff. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty		12
times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand		13
remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn-		14
him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a		15
turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight		16
of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin.		17
Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy,		18
fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review		19
of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else-		20
where, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collines,		21
sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek, in their swisha-		22
wish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's Folly,		23
at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stand up, mickos!		24
Make strake for minnas ! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see		25
and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off		26
Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the bergagambols		27
of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the country-		28
bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its		29
several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each		30
harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's		31
on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all		32
there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve		33
and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like		34
kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg		35
of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this		36

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The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de		1
baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail,		2
tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when		3
Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom-		4
cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv!		5
Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme-		6
rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does		7
hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now,		8
she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother,		9
a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows		10
in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging		11
its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking		12
there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh,		13
militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the		14
minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest		15
childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we		16
sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to		17
pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled		18
goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy		19
spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps,		20
keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with		21
bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of		22
shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson		23
of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and		24
ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that		25
come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw		26
(that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross.		27
Undo lives 'end. Slain.		28
How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore-		29
bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti-		30
cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a		31
pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and		32
laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with		33
a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so		34
solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may		35
rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture)		36

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of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from		1
his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone		2
is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel-		3
lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willing-		4
done. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy.		5
This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the		6
hinnessy. Tip. This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the		7
half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle		8
filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob.		9
This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums		10
up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip. That was		11
the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white		12
harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp, waggling his tailoscrupp		13
with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see-		14
boy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!) This is the seeboy,		15
madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone:		16
Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable		17
ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin.		18
Basucker youstead! This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole		19
of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the		20
back of his big wide harse. Tip (Bullseye! Game!) How Copen-		21
hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan		22
out.		23
Phew!		24
What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the		25
airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for		26
the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month		27
and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And num-		28
mered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too ! The wa-		29
grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted		30
knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there's that		31
gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle,		32
wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle,		33
helfalittle, pelfalittle gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields!		34
Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside		35
him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.		36

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is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most Awful		1
Grimmest Sunshat Cromwelly. Looted. This is the jinnies' hast-		2
ings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin		3
red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw!		4
Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugact-		5
ing. Nap. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the		6
Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agincourting		7
all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto		8
the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This		9
is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a		10
ball up his ear to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hur-		11
old dispitchback. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me		12
Belchum. Salamangra! Ayi, ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou!		13
Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of		14
Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me Belchum in		15
his twelvemile cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost,		16
footing the camp for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's		17
as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Roo-		18
shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon		19
Futter with the popynose. After his hundred days' indulgence.		20
This is the blessed. Tarra's widdars! This is jinnies in the bonny		21
bawn blooches. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the		22
Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre!		23
(Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the		24
solphereens in action, this is their mobbily, this is panickburns.		25
Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum!		26
Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat		27
strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster-		28
lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip-		29
py trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip. This is me Bel-		30
chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in		31
the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the		32
marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the		33
Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy-		34
Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam-		35
bariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest		36

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enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national		1
museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful water-		2
loose country and the two quitewhite villagettes who hear show		3
of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees!		4
Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and		5
the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Redismembers invalids of old		6
guard find poussepousse pousseypram to sate the sort of their butt.		7
For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the mistress Kathe. Tip.		8
This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in!		9
Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is a Prooshi-		10
ous gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshi-		11
ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of		12
the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang		13
the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your		14
pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of		15
Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his		16
same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter Wil-		17
lingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed		18
dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's gharters		19
and his bangkok's best and goliar's goloshes and his pullupon-		20
easyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three		21
lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an		22
inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stoop-		23
ing. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. A		24
Gallawghurs argaumunt. This is the petty lipoleum boy that		25
was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuo-		26
mush. Dirty MacDyke. And Hairy O'Hurry. All of them		27
arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel,		28
this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the		29
crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums.		30
This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their		31
handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides		32
the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is		33
a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big		34
Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides		35
on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This		36

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rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvy-		1
long night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells,		2
her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him.		3
With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins about all		4
them inns and ouses. Tilling a teel of a tum, telling a toll of a tea-		5
ry turty Taubling. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs		6
á gross if we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the		7
kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down		8
but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Fin-		9
foefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpan-		10
try's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle?		11
A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But,		12
lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through		13
that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for		14
he is noewhemoe. Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene.		15
Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Ag-		16
apemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt		17
away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and		18
goodridhirring.		19
Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined a-		20
slumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout-		21
ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on. Hic cubat		22
edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters,		23
reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint of mines or beggar a		24
pinnyweight. Arrah, sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny, or, we		25
mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid		26
piddle med puddle, she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh!		27
Brontolone slaaps, yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple		28
Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu-		29
thner in yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass,		30
stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the maga-		31
zine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her sisterin shawl.		32
While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty, ollol-		33
lowed ill! bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk the		34
ombushes, the site of the lyffing-in-wait of the upjock and hock-		35
ums. Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is		36

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blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-		1
busses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies		2
snooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and the		3
hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,		4
homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud		5
murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may		6
and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warn-		7
ing Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did		8
shake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-		9
tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,		10
mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For		11
whole the world to see.		12
Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie?		13
of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's		14
chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in		15
their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of		16
ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers		17
and raiders and cinemen too. And the all gianed in with the shout-		18
most shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.		19
To the continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's		20
extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening.		21
Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is		22
Priam Olim ! 'Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen		23
his pillowscone, tap up his bier! E'erawhere in this whorl would ye		24
hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty		25
fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips		26
of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head.		27
Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O !		28
Hurrah, there is but young gleve for the owl globe wheels in		29
view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Him a being		30
so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee		31
peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought, platterplate.		32
Hum ! From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath		33
or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the		34
bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a		35
horn!) from fiord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him		36

[FW 3]

^{Übersetzung: Friedhelm Rathjen}

Flußgefließe, schleunigst Ev’ und Adam passiert, vom Strand­gestreun zum Buchtgebeug, führt uns im commundiösen Wickelwirken des Rezirkulierens zurück zur Burg von Howth con Entourage.

Sir Tristram, Widerholer d’amoore, von jenseits der Kurzsee, war passimkorps aus Nordarmorika rückgelangt an diese Seite den rauhen Isthmus von Kleineuropa um seinen penisolieren Krieg zu fehderführen: noch hatten Topsawyers Felsen am Oconeelauf einanders aufgeworfen zu Laurensbezirksgeäugiern während sie die ganze Zeit ihre Unzoll verdopplinten: noch neStimmede aus deFeuerne michsiemaschsie blaßgebalgt um Dubistpaetrick taufzu­taufen: noch nicht, obwohl hirschnell danach, hatte ein Knirps­kniff einen dünkelnobelalten Isaak butterseicht bedickerendet: noch nicht, obwohl man’s ja mag vannerstdie Eiteln kleiden, zürnten sosie Schwesthern zweinem Nathaundjoe. Nücht einen Viertelscheffel von Pas Malz hatte Jhem oder Shen bis zum Boginnlicht gebraut und rötaurig Ende zum Gegenbrauen war allerherund zu sehen auf der Aquafratz.

© Friedhelm Rathjen

Entnommen aus:

James Joyce: Winnegans Fake. Aus dem Spätwerk. Herausgegeben und übersetzt von Friedhelm Rathjen. Südwesthörn: Edition ReJoyce 2012, S. 11.

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next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-		1
titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and		2
with larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter-		3
ing down.		4
Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos-		5
laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with		6
ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.		7
His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.		8
Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister		9
Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and,		10
O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha,		11
Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!		12
What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersday		13
this municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness		14
to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive		15
ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims that		16
would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of		17
heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-		18
tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and		19
before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and		20
at the fading of the stars ! For a nod to the nabir is better than wink		21
to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing		22
bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-		23
bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She		24
has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the		25
dreamydeary. Heed! Heed ! It may half been a missfired brick, as		26
some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back		27
promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-		28
sand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe		29
ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls-		30
rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers,		31
autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-		32
phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods		33
and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and		34
the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-		35
rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his		36

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What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-		1
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax!Ualu		2
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still		3
out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-		4
pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie		5
Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!		6
Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-		7
killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired		8
and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-		9
solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng		10
voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the		11
duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and		12
body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of		13
soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks		14
of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if		15
you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the		16
pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.		17
Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-		18
rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-		19
back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers		20
or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely		21
struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere		22
he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-		23
er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so		24
that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)		25
and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-		26
fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the		27
banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie		28
ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part		29
inher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in		30
grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like		31
Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab-		32
les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the		33
liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days		34
to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth		35
of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from		36