Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
AS THE LION (p75) in our teargarten remembers the nenuphars of his Nile (shall Ariuz forget Arioun or Boghas the baregams of the Mar-mara-zalles from Mar-meniere?) it may be, tots wear-sense full a naggin in twentyg have sigil-posted what in our brieving-bust, the besieged bedreamt him stil and solely of those li-liliths undeveiled which hat undone him, gone for age, and knew not the watchful treachers at his wake, and theirs to stay. Fooi, fooi, chamer-missies! Zeepy-zoepy, larcenlads! Zijn-zijn Zijn-zijn! It may be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and shone. It may be, we habben to upseek a bitty door our good township’s courants want we knew’t, that with his deep-seeing insight (h...