Choice Bits, First Chapter, Part One

The below excerpts from the first chapter of Finnegans Wake made me smile.

The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself promptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes.

He addle liddle phifie “he had a little fife/wifey” note the acrostic ALP for Anna Livia Plurabelle, HCE’s wife.

A prayer:
Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O sustainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti.

Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister Finn, you’re going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and, O you’re vine, Sendday’s eve and, ah, you’re vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you’re going to be fined again!

Behove this sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen. Royally? One soverign punned to petery pence. Regally? The silence speaks the scene. Fake!
So This Is Dyoublong?
Hush! Caution! Echoland!
How charmingly exquisite!

Nice norse puns:
Mutt. –Ore you astoneaged, jute you?
Jute. – Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud.

Right rank ragnar rocks and with these rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha, whydidthat? Thik is for thorn that’s thuck in its thoil like thumfool’s thraitor thrust for vengance. What mnice old mness it all mnakes!

More to come...