Finnegans Wake Concordex
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[2:10 342.11] Mr Fry. Barass! Pardon the inquisition, causas es quostas?
It is Da Valorem's Dominical Brayers. Why coif that weird
hood? Because among nosoever circusdances is to be apprehended
[2:11 397.5] And there she was right enough, that lovely sight enough, the
girleen bawn asthore, as for days galore, of planxty Gregory.
Egory. O bunket not Orwin! Ay, ay.
[2:11 398.35] bowels of the bank of Ulster.
Braw bawbees and good gold pounds, galore, my girleen, a Sunday'll
prank thee finely.
[3:13 439.16] Poof! There's puff for ye, begor, and planxty of it, all abound
me breadth! Glor galore and glory be! As broad as its lung and
as long as a line! The valiantine vaux of Venerable Val
[3:14 539.24] in commune soccage among strange and enemy, among these
plotlets, in Poplinstown, alore Fort Dunlip, then-on-sea, hole
of Serbonian bog, now city of magnificent distances,
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