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          But twill cling hellish like engels opened to neuropeans, if 
you've sensed, whole the sum. So be vigil!
          And this pattern pootsch punnermine of concoon and 
proprey went on, hog and minne, a whole whake, your night after
larry's night, spittinspite on Dora O'Huggins, ormonde caught
butler, the artillery of the O'Hefferns answering the cavalry of the
MacClouds, fortey and more fortey, a thousand and one times,
according to your cock and a biddy story? Lludillongi, for years
and years perhaps?
          That's ri. This is his largos life, this is me timtomtum and 
this is her two peekweeny ones. From the last finger on the
second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of
the first. That's right.
          Finny. Vary vary finny! 
          It may look funny but fere it is. 
          This is not guid enough, Mr Brasslattin. Finging and tong- 
ing and winging and ponging! And all your rally and ramp and
rant! Didget think I was asleep at the wheel? D'yu mean to tall
grand jurors of thathens of tharctic on your oath, me lad, and
ask us to believe you, for all you're enduring long terms, with
yur last foot foremouthst, that yur moon was shining on the
tors and on the cresties and winblowing night after night, for
years and years perhaps, after you swearing to it a while back
before your Corth examiner, Markwalther, that there was reen
in planty all the teem?
          Perhaps so, as you grand duly affirm, Robman Calvinic. 
I never thought over it, faith. I most certainly think so about it.
I hope. Unless it is actionable. It would be a charity for me to
think about something which I must on no caste accounts omit,
if you ask to me. It was told me as an inspired statement by a
friend of myself, in reply to salute, Tarpey, after three o'clock
mass, with forty ducks indulgent, that some rain was promised
to Mrs Lyons, the invalid of Aunt Tarty Villa, with lots gulp
and sousers and likewise he told me, the recusant, after telling
mass, with two hundred genuflexions, at the split hour of
blight when bars are keeping so sly, as was what's follows. He