a journey through finnegan's wake

1\n"And they said to him:\nEnchainted, dear sweet Stainusless, young confessor, dearer \ndearest, we herehear, aboutobloss, O coelicola, thee salutamt. \nPattern of our unschoold, pageantmaster, deliverer of softmis- \nsives, round the world in forty mails, bag, belt and balmybeam, \nour barnaboy, our chepachap, with that pampipe in your put- \naway, gab borab, when you will be after doing all your sight- \nseeing and soundhearing and smellsniffing and tastytasting and \ntenderumstouchings in all Daneygaul, send us, your adorables, \nthou overblaseed, a wise and letters play of all you can ceive, \nchief celtech chappy, from your holy post now you hast as- \ncertained ceremonially our names. Unclean you art not. Outcaste \nthou are not. Leperstower, the karman's loki, has not blanched \nat our pollution and your intercourse at ninety legsplits does not\ndefile. Untouchable is not the scarecrown is on you. You are \npure. You are pure. You are in your puerity. You have not \nbrought stinking members into the house of Amanti. Elleb Inam, \nTitep Notep, we name them to the Hall of Honour. Your head \nhas been touched by the god Enel-Rah and your face has been \nbrightened by the goddess Aruc-Ituc. Return, sainted youngling, \nand walk once more among us!"\n\n[[What do you do?|2]]

3\n"Grausssssss! Opr! \nGrausssssss! Opr!"\n\n[[Hm?|4]]

2\n"Be these meer marchant taylor's fablings of a race referend \nwith oddman rex? Is now all seenheard then forgotten? Can it \nwas, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so \ndiversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and \npartly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true \nthan any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, \nbeyessed to and denayed of, are given to us by some who use \nthe truth but sparingly and we, on this side ought to sorrow for \ntheir pricking pens on that account."\n\n[[This text is blue and underlined. You should click on it.|3]]\n

5\n"Oyes! Oyeses! Oyesesyeses! The primace of the Gaulls, pro- \ntonotorious, I yam as I yam, mitrogenerand in the free state on \nthe air, is now aboil to blow a Gael warning. Inoperation Eyr- \nlands Eyot, Meganesia, Habitant and the onebut thousand insels, \nWestern and Osthern Approaches."\n\nThis time your decision is particularly important. [[It may define what might come from this point on.|6]]

4\n"Open Door"\n\n[[The Ondt, that true and perfect host, a spiter aspinne, was making the greatest spass a body could with his queens lace-swinging for he was spizzing all over him like thingsumanything in formicolation, boundlessly blissfilled in an allallahbath of houris?|5]]

7\n"Phopho!! The meteor pulp\nof him, the seamless rainbowpeel. Aggala!!!! His bellyvoid of\nnebulose with his neverstop navel. Paloola!!!!!! And his veins\nshooting melanite phosphor, his creamtocustard cometshair and\nhis asteroid knuckles, ribs and members. Ooridiminy!!!!!!! His\nelectrolatiginous twisted entrails belt."\n\nThat doesn't sound very good[[!|8]]

6\n"You fall into a pit and die."\n\nWhere or he, [[our loved|7]] among many?\n

8\n"Carry me along, taddy, like you \ndone through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now \nunder whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink \nI'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, \ntid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush \nto. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us \nthen. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous- \nendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a \nlong the \nPARIS, \n1922-1939."

by liz ryerson, who is also known as ella guro in particular circles