Finnegans Wake: Page 357

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iennes and our findest grobsmid among all their orefices, (and,
shukar in chowdar, so splunderdly English!) Mr Aubeyron
Birdslay. Chubgoodchob, arsoncheep and wellwillworth a triat!
Bismillafoulties. But the hasard you asks is justly ever behind his
meddle throw! Those sad pour sad forengistanters, dastychappy
dustyrust ! Chaichairs. It is that something, awe, aurorbean in that
fellow, hamid and damid, (did he have but Hugh de Brassey's
beardslie his wear mine of ancient guised) which comequeers this
anywhat perssian which we, owe, realisinus with purups a dard
of pene. There is among others pleasons whom I love and which
are favourests to mind, one which I have pushed my finker in for
the movement and, but for my sealring is none to hand I swear,
she is highly catatheristic and there is another which I have
fombly fongered freequuntly and, when my signet is on sign
again I swear, she is deeply sangnificant. Culpo de Dido! Ars we
say in the classies. Kunstful, we others said. What ravening shadow !
What dovely line! Not the king of this age could richlier eyefeast
in oreillental longuardness with alternate nightjoys of a thousand
kinds but one kind. A shahrryar cobbler on me when I am lying!
And whilst (when I doot my sliding panel and I hear cawcaw) I
have been idylly turmbing over the loose looves leaflefts jaggled
casuallty on the lamatory, as is my this is, as I must commit
my lips to make misface for misfortune, often, so far as I can
chance to recollect from the some farnights ago, (so dimsweet is
that selvischdischdienence of to not to be able to be obliged to
have to hold further anything than a stone his throw's fruit's
fall!) when I, if you wil excuse for me this informal leading down
of illexpressibles, enlivened toward the Author of Nature by the
natural sins liggen gobelimned theirs before me, (how
differended with the manmade Eonochs Cunstuntonopolies!),
weathered they be of a general golf stature, assasserted, or blossomly
emblushing thems elves underneed of some howthern folleys,
am entrenched up contemplating of myself, wiz my naked I, for
relieving purposes in our trurally virvir vergitabale (garden) I
sometimes, maybe, what has justly said of old Flannagan, a wake
from this or huntsfurwards, with some shock (shell I so render

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