A Passage

"The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonneronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) 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 devlinfirst loved livvy.
  What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishygods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek
Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons catapelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear! Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykillkilly: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetabsolvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish."

Finnegans Wake, James Joyce

V.

O    



         Opo
O                                                                                      Op

              po                                  O                                                         O
  Oo


Rank winkers. 

You wrinkle me.

 

IV.

Came the vremblers,
Touch, touch...

Twermorrow were 
Wherein Yomber aloofly lunchered,
- Touch! -
Ginched in the rain,
 and freddling Fred,


(Lucky Fred.)

Where the rimbles tunked but, O, Yomber
Freenchling of the Ceephouse,
Crumbed in his dry swert.

Too-

-uch. 

III.

Uwn Raund,
Winging the whistering wren,
Came gubbling to our frund duffling a jim -
"Liggleberwerawrigglelerwer - 
You are squeezing a birchplank!"
And we logged, lauded a law, we winkt:
 "Yim!"
And everpast, the coldfinger pet longly...

!

II.

Trome thine wigglefurs!
To yorl mine gustav banklement!
Heed your macrobuns and jep lofting yokes of beev,
For a trembling tankinable come nabling hither tankins!

Lo, yank a gooseporp from thine knee scrapings,
For soon we too shall ferment
In the hollow beanseed.

I.

In fiery buttwhigs did the wafflecone gorgonize my folly!
To which the yogurt bequoth: 
Ye! Ye! My knockleberries comb!
To yet rebotchulize the winged jamberries!
To all
But to none a tickling suitbath did we yarple!
Auh...!