Soft morning, city
Jorn Barger
Here's a short etext of the first-draft version of the closing passage
of Finnegans Wake: http://www.robotwisdom.com/jaj/fwake/short17.html
Soft morning, city! I am leaffy speafing. Folty and folty they all
have falled to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. The woods are
fond always. It is for our golden wending. Rise up, you have slept
so long! I am Leafy, your golden, so you called me, exaggerator!
Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar.
Also your double brogues. I want to see you looking fine for me.
The childer are still fast. There is no school today. It's Phoenix,
dear. It is the softest morning that I can ever remember me. The
trout will be so nice at brookfest. Am I not truly? Only you must
buy me a new girdle too. Come. Give me your great big hand for miny
tiny. We will take our walk before they ring the bells. Not such
big steps. It is hardly seven mile. It is very good for health in
the morning. It seems so long since. As if you had been long far
away. You will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know
where I am bringing you? You remember? Not a soul but ourselves. We
might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? He is a fine sport.
Remember to lift your white hat, eh? I am so exquisitely pleased
about the lovely dress I have. You will always call me Leafy, won't
you? Queer grand old Finn, if I knew who you are! I will tell you
all sorts of stories, strange one. About every place we pass by. It
is all so often and still the same to me. Look! Your blackbirds!
That's for your good luck. How glad you'll be I waked you. My! How
well you'll feel. For ever after. First we turn a little here and
then it's easy. I only hope the heavens sees us. A bit beside the
bush and then a walk along the
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