X 4.
What Irish capitol city (ah dea o dea)
[with a deltoid
deltic origin and a nunous end [(a
dust to dust!)]] of two syllables six letters can boast of
having a) the most expensive brewing industry in the world b) the most expansive
public thoroughfare in the world c) the most extensive
park
people's park in the world d) the most
philohippic
phillohippuc
theobibbis
theobibbous
populatio
paupulation in the world?
Answer — a) Belfast
Delfas.
(Ul)
And when you'll hear the hommers of my heart, my floxy
lossy
loss, bingbanging again the ribs of yer resistance and the tenderbolts of
my rivets working to your det
di
destraction, ye'll be sheverin with all yer dinful sobs for the day
when we'll go riding copecurly. You with yer orange garland and me
with my conny cordial, down the greaseways of rollicking into the waters
of wetted life. b) Dorghk. (Mu) And sure where can you have
such good old chimes anywhere, and leave you, and how I'd be engaging you
with my plovery softest of
soft accents and
descanting on the scene before
below me of the
loose vines of your hairafall with my two
hand
loving
loofs braceliting the
silks
slims of your ankles and
your wildmouth
mouth's flower rosy and bobbing
at
round the soapstone of speech. c) Nublid
(Ga)
Isha, why wouldn't be happy, avourneen, on the mills money he'll
soon be
soon leaving you when I've my
own
garden
owned streamy Georgian mansion lawn to recruit
on
upon by Dr. Cheek's special orders with my
panful of soybeans & Irish in my east hand and an
bottle
James's
james's gate in my west, after all
the errors
errears
& erroriboose
of embattled
embottled history, with
yourself churning over the new
newleaved butter (more
power to you!) the best and the cheapest from Atlanta to Oconee
while
whilst I'll
drowse
be drowsing in the gaarden. d)
Galway
Dalway. I
caught
hooked
my thoroughgoen
thoroughgoin trotty
the
first in Spanish Place, Mayo's
Mayo
in
I make,
Tuam's
Tuam
to
I take, Sligo's
pea
sin but
Galway's grace, Holy eel and sainted salmon
jumping
chuck
chubb and ducking
duckin dace, I never saw your aequal!
says she, leppin half the lane.
David Hayman - Joyce, James / A first-draft version of Finnegans wake (1963)