…who could see at one
blick a saumon taken with a lance, hunters pursuing a
doe, a
swallowship in full sail, a whyterobe lifting a host;
faced flappery
like old King Cnut and turned his back like
Cincinnatus; is a
farfar and morefar and a hoar father Nakedbucker in
villas old as
new; squats aquart and cracks aquaint when it's
flaggin in town
and on haven; blows whiskery around his summit but
stehts
stout upon his footles; stutters fore he falls and
goes mad entirely
when he's waked; is Timb to the pearly mom and Tomb to
the
mourning night; and an he had the best bunbaked bricks
in bould
Babylon for his pitching plays he'd be lost for the
want of his
wan wubblin wall?
Answer: Finn
MacCool!
--Finnegans Wake
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