Finnegans Wake

An experimental Twitter account devoted to tweeting James Joyce's idiosyncratic Finnegans Wake in its entirety. Clarity not guaranteed. Now tweeting p.186.

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his boardelhouse fongster, greeting for grazious oras as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring? Sergo, search me, the incapable reparteed with a selfevitant subtlety so obviously spurious and, raising his hair, after the grace, with the christmas under his

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left on his way from a protoprostitute (he would always have a (stp!) little pigeoness somwwhure with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smock name of Meegyt) just as he was butting in rand the coyner of bad times under a hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship through

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him, this the quemquem, that the quum, from the ligatureliablous effects of foul clay in little clots and mobmauling on loons, that wrongcountered the tenderfoot an eveling near the livingsmeansuniumgetherum, Knochmaree, Comty Mea, reeling more to the right than he lurched to the

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cop who thought it was ink was out of his depth but bright in the main.
Petty constable Sistersen of the Kruis-Kroon-Kraal it was, the parochial watch, big the dog the dig the bog the bagger the dugger the begadag degabug, who had been detailed from pollute stoties to save

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for the deathfête of Saint Ignaceous Poisonivy, of the Fickle Crowd (hopon the sexth day of Hogsober, killim our king, layum low!) and brandishing his bellbearing stylo, the shining keyman of the wilds of change, if what is sauce for the zassy is souse for the zazimas the blond

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doriangrayer in its dudhud. This exists that isits after having been said we know. And dabal take dabnal! And the dal dabal dab aldanabal! So perhaps, agglaggagglomeratively asaspenking, after all and arklast fore arklyst on his last public misappearance, circling the square,

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transaccidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a dividual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only, mortal) but with each word that would not pass away the squidself which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world waned chagreenold and

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of the only foolscap available, his own body, till by its corrosive sublimation one continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all marryvoising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he said, reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable,

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bedeed and bedood and bedang and bedung to him, with this double dye, brought to blood heat, gallic acid on iron ore, through the bowels of his misery, flashly, faithly, nastily, appropriately, this Esuan Menschavik and the first till last alshemist wrote over every square inch

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pious Eneas, conformant to the fulminant firman which enjoins on the tremylose terrain that, when the call comes, he shall produce nichthemerically from his unheavenly gody a no uncertain quantity of obscene matter not protected by copriright in the United States of Ourania or

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scribae velociter scribentis: magna voce cantitans (did a piss, says he was dejected, asks to be exonerated), demum ex stercore turpi cum divi Orionis iucunditate mixto, cocto, frigorique exposito, encausturm sibi fecit indelibile (faked O'Ryan's, the indelible ink).
Then,

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postea, animale nigro exoneratus, classicum pulsans stercus proprium, quod appellavit deiectiones suas, in vas olim honorabile tristitiae posuit, eodem sub invocatione, fratrorum geminorum Medardi et Godardi laete ac melliflue minxit psalmum qui incipit: Lingua mea calamus

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Primum opifex, altus prosator, ad terram viviparam et cunctipotentem sine ullo pudore nec venia, suscepto pluviali atque discinctis periʐomatis, natibus nudis uti nati fuissent, sese adpropinquans, flens et gemens in manum suam evacuavit (highly prosy, crap in his hand, sorry!),

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and matter of this for these our sporting times be cloaked up in the language of blushfed porpurates that an Anglican ordinal, not reading his own rude dunsky tunga, may ever behold the brand of scarlet on the frow of her Babylon and feel not the pink one in his own damned cheek.

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Falconer, boycotted him of all muttonsuet candles and romeruled stationery for any purpose, he winged away on a wildgroup's chase across the kathartic ocean and made synthetic ink and sensitive paper for his own end out of his wit's waste. You ask, in Sam Hill, how? Let manner

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Pastor Lucas and Padre Aguilar — not forgetting Layteacher Baudwin! Ah ho!) His costive Satan's antimonian manganese limolitmious nature never needed such an alcove so, when Robber and Mumsell, the pulpic dictators on the nudgment of their legal advisers, pastor Father Flammeus

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Monseigneur, his soufflosion of oogs with somekat on toyast à la Mère Puard, his Poggadovies alla Fenella, his Frideggs à la Tricarême) in what was meant for a closet (Ah ho! If only he had listened better to the four masters that infanted him Father Mathew and Le Père Noble and

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his cantraps of fermented words, abracadabra calubra culorum, (his oewfs à la Madame Gabrielle de l’Eglise his avgs à la Mistress B. de B. Meinfelde, his eiers Usquadmala à la pomme de ciel, his uoves, oves and uves à la Sulphate de Soude, his ochiuri sowtay sowmmonay à la

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blaster of Barry’s and Asther’s mess and Huster’s micrure and Yellownan’s embrocation and Pinkingtone’s patty and stardust and sinner’s tears, acuredent to Sharadan’s Art of Panning, chanting for all regale to the like of the legs he left behind with Litty fun Letty fan Leven,

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dodginess of his lentern, brooled and cocked and potched in an athanor, whites and yolks and yilks and whotes to the frulling fredonnance of Mas blanca que la blanca hermana and Amarilla, muy bien, with cinnamon and locusts and wild beeswax and liquorice and Carrageen moss and