Happy Third Day of the Writing, 2013

I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to

make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful

fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hilly-

droops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while

blubles blows there'll still be sealskers. There'll be others but non

so for me. Yed he never knew we seen us before. Night after

night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd

stand fornenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of

branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And

one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black

shadow with a sheeny stare to perce me rawly. And I'd frozen

up and pray for thawe. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone

then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking

Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you

looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost

now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me

heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev

do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As

duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?

--Finnegans Wake