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From James Joyce's masterwork Finnegan's Wake - Book IV Episode IV Page 593:
"Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!
Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-
tion! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O
rally! Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can
be. Seek you somany matters. Haze sea east to Osseania. Here!
Here! Tass, Patt, Staff, Woff, Havv, Bluvv and Rutter. The smog
is lofting. And already the olduman's olduman has godden up on
othertimes to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme
feehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube?
Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have
fused now orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to dawn.
The old breeding bradsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn Mac-
Hooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Te-
moram. Clogan slogan. Quake up, dim dusky, wook doom for
husky! And let Billey Feghin be baallad out of his humuluation.
Confindention to churchen. We have highest gratifications in
announcing to pewtewr publikumst of pratician pratyusers, gen-
ghis is ghoon for you.
A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.
The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls
that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carry-
ing of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle
up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld
of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh."
Joyce's Stream-of-consciousness writing is as frustrating as it is liberating to read. He was both a genius and a wicked trickster, creating a work with so many layers of meaning that nobody will ever understand it fully.
T'a blardney bastionnard!
"Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!
Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-
tion! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O
rally! Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can
be. Seek you somany matters. Haze sea east to Osseania. Here!
Here! Tass, Patt, Staff, Woff, Havv, Bluvv and Rutter. The smog
is lofting. And already the olduman's olduman has godden up on
othertimes to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme
feehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube?
Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have
fused now orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to dawn.
The old breeding bradsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn Mac-
Hooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Te-
moram. Clogan slogan. Quake up, dim dusky, wook doom for
husky! And let Billey Feghin be baallad out of his humuluation.
Confindention to churchen. We have highest gratifications in
announcing to pewtewr publikumst of pratician pratyusers, gen-
ghis is ghoon for you.
A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.
The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls
that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carry-
ing of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle
up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld
of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh."
Joyce's Stream-of-consciousness writing is as frustrating as it is liberating to read. He was both a genius and a wicked trickster, creating a work with so many layers of meaning that nobody will ever understand it fully.
T'a blardney bastionnard!