| about Anna Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes, of course, | |
| we all know Anna Livia. Tell me all. Tell me now. You'll die | |
| when you hear. Well, you know, when the old cheb went futt | |
| and did what you know. Yes, I know, go on. Wash quit and | |
| don't be dabbling. Tuck up your sleeves and loosen your talk- | |
tapes. And don't butt me hike! when you bend. Or what- | |
| ever it was they threed to make out he thried to two in the |
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| Fiendish park. He's an awful old reppe. Look at the shirt of him ! |
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| Look at the dirt of it! He has all my water black on me. And it |
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| steeping and stuping since this time last wik. How many goes |
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| is it I wonder I washed it? I know by heart the places he likes to |
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| saale, duddurty devil! Scorching my hand and starving my fa- |
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| mine to make his private linen public. Wallop it well with your |
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| battle and clean it. My wrists are wrusty rubbing the mouldaw |
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| stains. And the dneepers of wet and the gangres of sin in it! What |
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| was it he did a tail at all on Animal Sendai? And how long was |
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| he under loch and neagh? It was put in the newses what he did, |
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| nicies and priers, the King fierceas Humphrey, with illysus dis- |
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| tilling, exploits and all. But toms will till. I know he well. Temp |
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| untamed will hist for no man. As you spring so shall you neap. |
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O, the roughty old rappe! Minxing marrage and making loof.
[...]
Was her
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| banns never loosened in Adam and Eve's or were him and her |
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| but captain spliced? For mine ether duck I thee drake. And by |
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| my wildgaze I thee gander. Flowey and Mount on the brink of |
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| time makes wishes and fears for a happy isthmass. She can show |
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| all her lines, with love, license to play. And if they don't remarry |
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that hook and eye may ! O, passmore that and oxus another!
--Finnegans Wake
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