FINNEGANS WAKE

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 (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur–

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 devlinsfirst loved livvy.