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(ah sure, you know her, our angel being, one of romance's fade- | (ah sure, you know her, our angel being, one of romance's fade- | ||
less wonderwomen, and, sure now, we all know you dote on | less wonderwomen, and, sure now, we all know you dote on | ||
− | her even unto date!) with a queeleetlecree of joysis crisis she | + | her even unto date!) with a [[queeleetlecree of joysis crisis]] she |
renulited their disunited, with ripy lepes to ropy lopes (the dear | renulited their disunited, with ripy lepes to ropy lopes (the dear | ||
o'dears!) and the golden importunity of aloofer's leavetime, | o'dears!) and the golden importunity of aloofer's leavetime, | ||
when,as quick,is greased pigskin, Amoricas Champius, with one | when,as quick,is greased pigskin, Amoricas Champius, with one | ||
aragan throust, druve the massive of virilvigtoury flshpst the | aragan throust, druve the massive of virilvigtoury flshpst the |
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selfdom (murky whey, abstrew adim!) in the higherdimissional selfless Allself, theemeeng Narsty meetheeng Idoless, and telling Jolly MacGolly, dear mester John, the belated dishevelled, hack- ing away at a parchment pied, and all the other analist, the steamships ant the ladies'foursome, ovenfor, nedenfor, dinkety, duk, downalupping, (how long tandem!) like a foreretyred schoon- masters, and their pair of green eyes and peering in, so they say, like the narcolepts on the lakes of Coma, through the steamy win- dows, into the honeymoon cabins, on board the big steamadories, made by Fumadory, and the saloon ladies' madorn toilet chambers lined over prawn silk and rub off the salty catara off a windows and, hee hee, listening, qua committe, the poor old quakers, oben the dure, to see all the hunnishmooners and the firstclass ladies, serious me, a lass spring as you fancy, and sheets far from the lad, courting in blankets, enfamillias, and, shee shee, all improper, in a lovely mourning toilet, for the rosecrumpler, the thrilldriver, the sighinspirer, with that olive throb in his nude neck, and, swayin and thayin, thanks ever so much for the tiny quote, which sought of maid everythingling again so very much more delightafellay, and the perfidly suite of her, bootyfilly yours, under all their familiarities, by preventing grace, forgetting to say their grace be- fore chambadory, before going to boat with the verges of the chaptel of the opering of the month of Nema Knatut, so pass the poghue for grace sake. Amen. And all, hee hee hee, quaking, so fright, and, shee shee, shaking. Aching. Ay, ay. For it was then a pretty thing happened of pure diversion mayhap, when his flattering hend, at the justright moment, like perchance some cook of corage might clip the lad on a poot of porage handshut his duckhouse, the vivid girl, deaf with love, (ah sure, you know her, our angel being, one of romance's fade- less wonderwomen, and, sure now, we all know you dote on her even unto date!) with a queeleetlecree of joysis crisis she renulited their disunited, with ripy lepes to ropy lopes (the dear o'dears!) and the golden importunity of aloofer's leavetime, when,as quick,is greased pigskin, Amoricas Champius, with one aragan throust, druve the massive of virilvigtoury flshpst the