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all flores of speech,
if a human being duly fatigued by his dayety
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in the sooty, having
plenxty off time on his gouty hands and va-
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cants of space at his
sleepish feet and as hapless behind the dreams
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of accuracy as any
camelot prince of dinmurk, were at this auc-
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tual futule
preteriting unstant, in the states of suspensive exani-
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mation, accorded,
throughout the eye of a noodle, with an ear-
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sighted view of old
hopeinhaven with all the ingredient and
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egregiunt whights and
ways to which in the curse of his persis-
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tence the course of
his tory will had been having recourses, the
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reverberration of
knotcracking awes, the reconjungation of
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nodebinding ayes, the
redissolusingness of mindmouldered ease
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and the thereby hang
of the Hoel of it, could such a none, whiles
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even led comesilencers
to comeliewithhers and till intempes-
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tuous Nox should catch
the gallicry and spot lucan's dawn, by-
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hold at ones what is
main and why tis twain, how one once
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meet melts in tother
wants poignings, the sap rising, the foles
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falling, the nimb now
nihilant round the girlyhead so becoming,
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the wrestless in the
womb, all the rivals to allsea, shakeagain, O
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disaster! shakealose,
Ah how starring! but Heng's got a bit
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of Horsa's nose and
Jeff's got the signs of Ham round his
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mouth and the beau
that spun beautiful pales as it palls, what
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roserude and oragious
grows gelb and greem, blue out the ind of
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it! Violet's dyed!
then what would that fargazer seem to seemself
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to seem seeming of,
dimm it all?
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Answer:
A collideorscape!
--Finnegans Wake
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