Nemi 📚🎶„Soft morning, city! . . . . Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so long! . . . . there's a great poet in you" (619)
Great Monologue by Anna Livia, continued
(620)
Come and let us. We always said we'd. And go abroad. (…) I'll wait. And I'll wait. And then if all coes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. (…)
(621)
Come! Step out of your shell. Hold up you free fing. Yes. (…) It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. (…)
(622)
You see, they‘re as white as the riven snae. For us. (…)
(623)
Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest crux ever. (…)
(624)
Sometime then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page when I heard Thy voice (…) You will always call me Leafiest, won't you, dowling? Wordherfhull Ohldhbhoy! (…)
That'll be some kingly work in progress. (…) How glad you'll be I waked you! My! How wellyou'll fell For ever after. So side by side, turn agate, wedding-town (…) (625)
How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev do espart. (…) (626)
#JoyceEveryDay #FinnegansWake
from ALP‘s Monologue, continued
Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and you‘re turning (…) And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmost. (…) I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They never see.
Nor know. Nor miss me. (…) (627)
My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the the toy fair. (628)