- It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld,
- when Adam was delvin and his madameen spinning watersilts,
- when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal
- ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy to his love-
- saking eyes and everybilly lived alove with everybiddy else, and
- Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse,
- laying cold hands on himself. And his two little jiminies, cousins
- of ourn, Tristopher and Hilary, were kickaheeling their dummy
- on the oil cloth flure of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse.
- And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-
- of-his-in-law, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy
- one and made her wit foreninst the dour. And she lit up and fire-
- land was ablaze. And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusi-
- enne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porter-
- pease? And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour
- handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her grace
- o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan-
- dy westerness she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl van Hoother war-
- lessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to
- my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud. And there
- was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles some-
- where in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years'
- walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love-
- spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her
- four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convor-
- ted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman. So then
- she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again
- at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with
- her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. And where
- did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. And Jarl von Hoo-
- ther had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt,
- shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary [...]
- from finnegans wake, james joyce
