Finnegans Wake Notes

171.01 swamp of bogoakgravy for that greekenhearted yude! Rosbif of

171.02 Old Zealand! he could not attouch it. See what happens when

171.03 your somatophage merman takes his fancy to our virgitarian

171.04 swan? He even ran away with hunself and became a farsoonerite,

171.05 saying he would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils

171.06 in Europe than meddle with Irrland's split little pea. Once when

171.07 among those rebels in a state of hopelessly helpless intoxication

171.08 the piscivore strove to lift a czitround peel to either nostril, hic-

171.09 cupping, apparently impromptued by the hibat he had with his

171.10 glottal stop, that he kukkakould flowrish for ever by the smell,

171.11 as the czitr, as the kcedron, like a scedar, of the founts, on moun-

171.12 tains, with limon on, of Lebanon. O! the lowness of him was

171.13 beneath all up to that sunk to! No likedbylike firewater or first-

171.14 served firstshot or gulletburn gin or honest brewbarrett beer either.

171.15 O dear no! Instead the tragic jester sobbed himself wheywhing-

171.16 ingly sick of life on some sort of a rhubarbarous maundarin yella-

171.17 green funkleblue windigut diodying applejack squeezed from

171.18 sour grapefruice and, to hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips

171.19 when he had gulfed down mmmmuch too mmmmany gourds of

171.20 it retching off to almost as low withswillers, who always knew

171.21 notwithstanding when they had had enough and were rightly

171.22 indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found to their

171.23 horror they could not carry another drop, it came straight from

171.24 the noble white fat, jo, openwide sat, jo, jo, her why hide that,

171.25 jo jo jo, the winevat, of the most serene magyansty az archdio-

171.26 chesse, if she is a duck, she's a douches, and when she has a

171.27 feherbour snot her fault, now is it? artstouchups, funny you're

171.28 grinning at, fancy you're in her yet, Fanny Urinia.

171.29 Aint that swell, hey? Peamengro! Talk about lowness! Any

171.30 dog's quantity of it visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty

171.31 little blacking beetle for the very fourth snap the Tulloch-Turn-

171.32 bull girl with her coldblood kodak shotted the as yet unre-

171.33 muneranded national apostate, who was cowardly gun and camera

171.34 shy, taking what he fondly thought was a short cut to Caer Fere,

171.35 Soak Amerigas, vias the shipsteam Pridewin, after having buried

171.36 a hatchet not so long before, by the wrong goods exeunt, num-