Sunday, February 17th, 2013

Waterboarded

Sunday, February 17th, 2013 10:46 am
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Here's a little passage from Finnegan's Wake that Cr1tikal read. He was having a lot of trouble with it, but he read it so nicely that I wanted to find this part.

Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod’s brood, be me fear! Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-killy: a toll, a toll.

What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-solvers! What true feeling for their’s hayair with what strawng voice of false jiccup!

O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers?

The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.


There are plenty of translations and explanations online, but not sure if I want to understand that bit up there. It just sounds. nice, and sometimes meaning ruins things.

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