— I am till infinity obliged with you, bowed the Gripes, his whine having gone to his palpruy head.

I am still always having a wish on all my extremities.

By the watch, what is the time, pace.

Figure it!

The pining peever!

To a Mookse!

— Ask my index, mund my achilles, swell my obolum, wosh- up my nase serene, answered the Mookse, rapidly by turning clement, urban, eugenious and celestian in the formose of good grogory humours.

Quote awhore.

That is quite about what I came on my missions with my intentions laudibiliter to settle with you barbarousse.

Let thor be orlog.

Let Pauline be Irene.

Let you be Beeton.

And let me be Los Angeles.

Now measure your length.

Now estimate my capacity.

Well, sour.

'Is this space of our couple of hours too dimensional for you, temporiser.'

^ Will you give you up.'

[That's the end of me on Twitter. I'm off to B*l*ue*sk*y for the usual reasons, ie Elom is filling this place up with misinformation, bigotry and Nazis. I have as yet no invite codes, but will pop back when I have some. Thank you for reading and keep Joycing!]

[Not in Finnegan's Wake, I mean, as far as I know] I have 4 invite codes to blllooskye if anyone is looking for one