Read Complete Works of James Joyce Online
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| Deva would you do that for? 1 Now, sknow | | |
| royol road to Puddlin, take your mut for a | | |
| first beginning, big to bog, back to bach. | | |
| Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam | | |
| will doob, I guess. A.I. Amnium instar. And | | |
| to find a locus for an alp get a howlth on her | | |
| bayrings as a prisme O and for a second O | | |
| unbox your compasses. I cain but are you | | |
| able? Amicably nod. Gu it! So let’s seth off | | |
| betwain us. Prompty? Mux your pistany at a | | |
| point of the coastmap to be called a but pro- | | |
| nounced olfa. There’s the isle of Mun, ah! | | |
| O! Tis just. Bene! Now, whole in applepine | | |
| odrer 2 | | |
| (for — husk, hisk, a spirit spires — Dolph, dean of idlers, meager | | |
| suckling of gert stoan, though barekely a balbose boy, he too, — | | |
| venite, preteriti,3 sine mora dumque de entibus nascituris decentius in | | |
| lingua roman mortuorum parva chartula liviana ostenditur, seden- | | |
| tes in letitiae super ollas carnium, spectantes immo situm lutetiae unde | | |
| auspiciis secundis tantae consurgent humanae stirpes, antiquissimam | | |
| flaminum amborium Jordani et Jambaptistae mentibus revolvamus | | |
| sapientiam: totum tute fluvii modo mundo fluere, eadem quae ex | | |
| aggere fututa iterum inter alveum fore futura, quodlibet sese | | |
| ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium, omnem demun amnem | | |
| ripis rivalibus amplecti4 — recurrently often, when him moved he | | |
| would cake their chair, coached rebelliumtending mikes of his | | |
| same and over his own choirage at Backlane Univarsity, among of | | |
| which pupal souaves the pizdrool was pulled up, bred and bat- | | |
| 1 Will you walk into my wavetrap? said the spiter to the shy. | | |
2 If we each could always do all we ever did. | | ||
3 Dope in Canorian words we’ve made. Spish from the Doc. | | ||
4 Basqueesh, Finnican, Hungulash and Old Teangtaggle, the only pure | | ||
way to work a curse. | | ||
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| tered, for a dillon a dollar,1 chanching letters for them vice o’verse | | |
to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and | | ||
doublecressing twofold thruths and devising tingling tailwords | | ||
too whilest, cunctant that another would finish his sentence for | | ||
him, he druider would smilabit eggways2 ned, he, to don’t say | | ||
nothing, would, so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, | | ||
trying to undo with his teeth the knots made by his tongue, | | ||
retelling humself by the math hour, long as he’s brood reel of | | ||
funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund | | ||
thoughts and the thirds the charmhim girlalove and fourther- | | ||
more and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and | | ||
proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes, in fine the whole | | ||
damning letter; and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland’s | | ||
leinster3 of saved and solomnones for the twicedhecame time, off | | ||
Lipton’s strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a tan soute of | | ||
sails4 he converted it’s nataves, name saints, young ordnands, | | ||
maderaheads and old unguished P.T. Publikums, through the | | ||
medium of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put off the barcelonas5 | | ||
from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and | | ||
kiss on their bottes (Master!) as often as they came within blood- | | ||
shot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine | | ||
way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum | | ||
dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu,6 and that | | ||
same galloroman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of | | ||
landhavemiseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in | | ||
spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawn, all the brile, that | | ||
was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our | | ||
massangrey if mosshungry people, the at Wickerworks,7 still hold | | ||
| 1 An ounceworth of onions for a pennyawealth of sobs. | | |
Who brought us into the yellow world! | | ||
Because it’s run on the mountain and river system. | | ||
When all them allied sloopers was ventitillated in their poppos and, | | ||
sliding down by creek and veek, stole snaking out to sea. | | ||
They were plumped and plumed and jerried and citizens and racers, and | |