Finnegans Wake: Page 294

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your dappled yeye here, mine's presbyoperian,
shill and wall) we see the copyngink
strayedline AL (in Fig., the forest) from being
continued, stops ait Lambday:1 Modder ilond
there too. Allow me anchore! I bring down
noth and carry awe. Now, then, take this in!
One of the most murmurable loose carollaries
ever Ellis threw his cookingclass. With Olaf
as centrum and Olaf's lambtail for his
spokesman circumscript a cyclone. Allow ter! Hoop !
As round as the calf of an egg! O, dear
me! O, dear me now! Another grand
discobely! After Makefearsome's Ocean. You've
actuary entducked one! Quok! Why, you
haven't a passer! Fantastic! Early' clever,
surely doomed, to Swift's, alas, the galehus!
Match of a matchness, like your Bigdud dadder
in the boudeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar's
Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in
the smukking precincts of lydias,2 with Mary
Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to edge
his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston
and Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz, our
papacocopotl, 3 Abraham Bradley King? (ting
ting! ting ting!) By his magmasine fall. Lumps,
lavas and all.4 Bene! But, thunder and turf, it's
not alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The
mystery repeats itself todate as our callback
mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a
tanner, 5 used to sing, as I think, now and then
consinuously over her possetpot in her quer
(*L1*)Sarga, or the
(*L2*)path of outgoing.

(*L3*)Docetism and
(*L4*)Didicism,
Maya(*L5*)Thaya.
Tamas(*L6*)Rajas-Sattvas.


(*F1*)1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids' and dolls' home.
Makeacake (*F2*)ache.
(*F3*)2 A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.
(*F4*)3 Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning.
(*F5*)4 At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one
(*F6*)5 We're all found of our anmal matter.

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