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   riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend    
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to  
Howth Castle and Environs.  
   Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-   
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse  
to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper  
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to  
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a  
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in  
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a  
peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory  
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.  
    The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-   
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-  
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later  
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the  
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,  
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends  
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:  
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park  
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-  
linsfirst loved livvy.

• Notes on the song "Finnegan's Wake"