| Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flitter- | |
| ing bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? | |
| What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffey- | |
| ing waters of. Ho, talk save us ! My foos won't moos. I feel as old | |
| as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughter- | |
sons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel
| as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were | |
| Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! | |
| Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale of stem or | |
| stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters | |
of. Night!
--Finnegans Wake |
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