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michelangelines have fooled to dread I proved to mindself as to
your sotisfiction how his abject all through (the quickquid of Pro-
fessor Ciondolone's too frequently hypothecated Bettlermensch)
is nothing so much more than a mere cashdime however genteel
he may want ours, if we please (I am speaking to us in the second
person), for to this graded intellecktuals dime is cash and the
cash system (you must not be allowed to forget that this is all
contained, I mean the system, in the dogmarks of origen on
spurios) means that I cannot now have or nothave a piece of
cheeps in your pocket at the same time and with the same man-
ners as you can now nothalf or half the cheek apiece I've in mind
unless Burrus and Caseous have not or not have seemaultaneous-
ly sysentangled themselves, selldear to soldthere, once in the
dairy days of buy and buy.
     Burrus, let us like to imagine, is a genuine prime, the real 
choice, full of natural greace, the mildest of milkstoffs yet un-
beaten as a risicide and, of course, obsoletely unadulterous
whereat Caseous is obversely the revise of him and in fact not an
ideal choose by any meals, though the betterman of the two is
meltingly addicted to the more casual side of the arrivaliste case
and, let me say it at once, as zealous over him as is passably he.
The seemsame home and histry seeks and hidepence which we
used to be reading for our prepurgatory, hot, Schott? till Duddy
shut the shopper op and Mutti, poor Mutti! brought us our poor
suppy, (ah who! eh how!) in Acetius and Oleosus and Sellius
Volatilis and Petrus Papricus! Our Old Party quite united round
the Slatbowel at Commons: Pfarrer Salamoss himself and that
sprog of a Pedersill and his Sprig of Thyme and a dozen of the
Murphybuds and a score and more of the hot young Capels and
Lettucia in her greensleeves and you too and me three, twinsome
bibs but hansome ates, like shakespill and eggs! But there's many
a split pretext bowl and jowl; and (snob screwing that cork,
Schott!) to understand this as well as you can, feeling how back-
ward you are in your down-to-the-ground benches, I have com-
pleted the following arrangement for the coarse use of stools and
if I don't make away with you I'm beyond Caesar outnullused.