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us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. Anna-
mores leep. Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong big-
tider. Allgearls is wea. At times. So. While you're adamant evar.
Wrhps, that wind as if out of norewere! As on the night of the
Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a
bogue and arrohs! Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips
me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here, weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you
meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us
two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The swankysuits was
boosting always, sure him, he was like to me fad. But the swag-
gerest swell off Shackvulle Strutt. And the fiercest freaky ever
followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful
of fat. But a king of whistlers. Scieoula! When he'd prop me atlas
against his goose and light our two candles for our singers duohs
on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to
make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful
fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hilly-
droops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while
blubles blows there'll still be sealskers. There'll be others but non 
so for me. Yed he never knew we seen us before. Night after
night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd
stand fornenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of  
branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And
one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black 
shadow with a sheeny stare to perce me rawly. And I'd frozen
up and pray for thawe. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone
then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking
Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you
looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost
now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me
heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev
do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As
duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?
Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this bay-
light's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing
from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening