/lit/ - Literature

>>19798872
>he thinks this book is written in English

>>19798875
Holy pseud.

Retard thread. This book filters the English speaking world and makes extensive use of a dozen languages beyond English. Your thread is terrible, you are stupid, and you should leave.

>>19798872
This is a filter all right but for GSL (Gaelic). Mutt speakers should not even think of trying.

>>19798879
this.
OP is a faggot, as usual

>>19798879
nice to see someone who understands the Wake on /lit/

>>19798879
>>19798911
>>19798920
seething ESLs

>>19798879
missing the point of OPs thread, whilst Finnegans is linguistically complex the joke is that American's can't read English in the first place.

>>19798937
alright then, paste the book's 79th paragraph and fully explain it on your next post

>>19798937
English is my first language. I speak Russian, French and Norwegian as well. How many languages do you speak? It seems your English vocabulary is limited to:
>cope
>seethe
>ESL

>>19798957
>English is my first language
sure rodriguez

>>19798951
Not the 79th paragraph but a random excerpt from chapter 2

>Bear in mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me-
theg in your midness, this man is mountain and unto changeth
doth one ascend. Heave we aside the fallacy, as punical as finikin,
that it was not the king kingself but his inseparable sisters, un-
controllable nighttalkers, Skertsiraizde with Donyahzade, who
afterwards, when the robberers shot up the socialights, came down
into the world as amusers and were staged by Madame Sudlow
as Rosa and Lily Miskinguette in the pantalime that two pitts
paythronosed, Miliodorus and Galathee. The great fact emerges
that after that historic date all holographs so far exhumed ini-
tialled by Haromphrey bear the sigla H.C.E. and while he was
only and long and always good Dook Umphrey for the hunger-
lean spalpeens of Lucalizod and Chimbers to his cronies it was
equally certainly a pleasant turn of the populace which gave him
as sense of those normative letters the nickname Here Comes
Everybody. An imposing everybody he always indeed looked,
constantly the same as and equal to himself and magnificently well
worthy of any and all such universalisation, every time he con-
tinually surveyed, amid vociferatings from in front of Accept these
few nutties! and Take off that white hat!, relieved with Stop his Grog
and Put It in the Log and Loots in his (bassvoco) Boots, from good
start to happy finish the truly catholic assemblage gathered together
in that king's treat house of satin alustrelike above floats and foot-
lights from their assbawlveldts and oxgangs unanimously to clap-
plaud (the inspiration of his lifetime and the hits of their careers)
Mr Wallenstein Washington Semperkelly's immergreen tourers
in a command performance by special request with the courteous
permission for pious purposes the homedromed and enliventh
performance of problem passion play of the millentury, running
strong since creation, A Royal Divorce, then near the approach
towards the summit of its climax, with ambitious interval band
selections from The Bo' Girl and The Lily on all horserie show
command nights from his viceregal booth (his bossaloner is ceil-
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inged there a cuckoospit less eminent than the redritualhoods of
Maccabe and Cullen) where, a veritable Napoleon the Nth, our
worldstage's practical jokepiece and retired cecelticocommediant
in his own wise, this folksforefather all of the time sat, having the
entirety of his house about him, with the invariable broadstretched
kerchief cooling his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades and in
a wardrobe panelled tuxedo completely thrown back from a shirt
well entitled a swallowall, on every point far outstarching the
laundered clawhammers and marbletopped highboys of the pit
stalls and early amphitheatre. The piece was this: look at the lamps.
The cast was thus: see under the clock. Ladies circle: cloaks may
be left.

>>19798951
>>19799353


Pit, prommer and parterre, standing room only. Habituels
conspi emergent.
Bear in mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me-
theg in your midness, this man is mountain and unto changeth
doth one ascend. Heave we aside the fallacy, as punical as finikin,
that it was not the king kingself but his inseparable sisters, un-
controllable nighttalkers, Skertsiraizde with Donyahzade, who
afterwards, when the robberers shot up the socialights, came down
into the world as amusers and were staged by Madame Sudlow
as Rosa and Lily Miskinguette in the pantalime that two pitts
paythronosed, Miliodorus and Galathee. The great fact emerges
that after that historic date all holographs so far exhumed ini-
tialled by Haromphrey bear the sigla H.C.E. and while he was
only and long and always good Dook Umphrey for the hunger-
lean spalpeens of Lucalizod and Chimbers to his cronies it was
equally certainly a pleasant turn of the populace which gave him
as sense of those normative letters the nickname Here Comes
Everybody. An imposing everybody he always indeed looked,
constantly the same as and equal to himself and magnificently well
worthy of any and all such universalisation, every time he con-
tinually surveyed, amid vociferatings from in front of Accept these
few nutties! and Take off that white hat!, relieved with Stop his Grog
and Put It in the Log and Loots in his (bassvoco) Boots, from good
start to happy finish the truly catholic assemblage gathered together
in that king's treat house of satin alustrelike above floats and foot-
lights from their assbawlveldts and oxgangs unanimously to clap-
plaud (the inspiration of his lifetime and the hits of their careers)
Mr Wallenstein Washington Semperkelly's immergreen tourers
in a command performance by special request with the courteous
permission for pious purposes the homedromed and enliventh
performance of problem passion play of the millentury, running
strong since creation, A Royal Divorce, then near the approach
towards the summit of its climax, with ambitious interval band
selections from The Bo' Girl and The Lily on all horserie show
command nights from his viceregal booth (his bossaloner is ceil-
33 UP
inged there a cuckoospit less eminent than the redritualhoods of
Maccabe and Cullen) where, a veritable Napoleon the Nth, our
worldstage's practical jokepiece and retired cecelticocommediant
in his own wise, this folksforefather all of the time sat, having the
entirety of his house about him, with the invariable broadstretched
kerchief cooling his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades and in
a wardrobe panelled tuxedo completely thrown back from a shirt
well entitled a swallowall, on every point far outstarching the
laundered clawhammers and marbletopped highboys of the pit
stalls and early amphitheatre. The piece was this: look at the lamps.
The cast was thus: see under the clock. Ladies circle: cloaks may
be left. Pit, prommer and parterre, standing room only. Habituels
conspicuously

>>19799353
Cntd

Pit, prommer and parterre, standing room only. Habituels
conspicuously emergent.
A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal
sense of which decency can safely scarcely hint. It has been blur-
tingly bruited by certain wisecrackers (the stinks of Mohorat are
in the nightplots of the morning), that he suffered from a vile
disease. Athma, unmanner them! To such a suggestion the one
selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements
which ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be able to
add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Nor have his detractors,
who, an imperfectly warmblooded race, apparently conceive him
as a great white caterpillar capable of any and every enormity in
the calendar recorded to the discredit of the Juke and Kellikek
families, mended their case by insinuating that, alternately, he lay
at one time under the ludicrous imputation of annoying Welsh
fusiliers in the people's park. Hay, hay, hay! Hoq, hoq, hoq!
Faun and Flora on the lea love that little old joq. To anyone who
knew and loved the christlikeness of the big cleanminded giant
H. C. Earwicker throughout his excellency long vicefreegal exis-
tence the mere suggestion of him as a lustsleuth nosing for trou-
ble in a boobytrap rings particularly preposterous. Truth, beard
on prophet, compels one to add that there is said to have been
quondam (pfuit! pfuit!) some case of the kind implicating, it is
interdum believed, a quidam (if he did not exist it would be ne-
cessary quoniam to invent him) abhout that time stambuling ha-
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round Dumbaling in leaky sneakers with his tarrk record who
has remained topantically anonymos but (let us hue him Abdul-
lah Gamellaxarksky) was, it is stated, posted at Mallon's at the
instance of watch warriors of the vigilance committee and years
afterwards, cries one even greater, Ibid, a commender of the
frightful, seemingly, unto such as were sulhan sated, tropped head
(pfiat! pfiat!) waiting his first of the month froods turn for
thatt chopp pah kabbakks alicubi on the old house for the charge-
hard, Roche Haddocks off Hawkins Street. Lowe, you blondy
liar, Gob scene you in the narked place and she what's edith ar
home defileth these boyles! There's a cabful of bash indeed in
the homeur of that meal. Slander, let it lie its flattest, has never
been able to convict our good and great and no ordinary Southron
Earwicker, that homogenius man, as a pious author called him
.

>>19799353
Well it’s mainly a description of HCE as a giant sitting in the theatre during the 111th performance of A Royal Divorce, which is associated with the re-enactment of the Fall. Joyce describes what he says, what he’s wearing, what other citizens nicknamed him, etc. There’s a lot of minute wordplay and other references but that’s the gist of it, and I think that aspect of the text is accessible to English speakers.

>>19799430
Cool. I think the book as a whole is just like, Joyce expressing everything, going with flows, following lines and lyricality of phonetics, grappling with meaning, multiple meanings, syntax, Grammer, beauty, elegance, characterization, rhthyem, riddle puzzle mystery.

The reader is activated on multiple levels by every word they read, anaylzing on multiple levels

Every line can be analyzed and asked where the heck did that thought come from, how did he come to choose that word there. It makes me think of the activity of being a writer, I am compelled to think of him at a writing desk or in a walk pondering this book, and just scrawling away, this is language turned into a hypnotic psychedelic drug.

There are speech patterns and inflections that can be sussed out beyond the content of this or that sentence. It is fun and fascinating

>>19798872
Any English book that filters "ESLs" also filters natives.

>>19799778
This, just a few days ago I met some anglos who struggled reading Poe, I doubt the average British can read >>19799418 with no trouble

The only bad thing about Finnegan's wake is the so present Irish drawl. The book likely would have been 2 or more times greater if joyce was British or more so American. American is the purest English accent (where there is no southern or some other bias), uncorrupted by thousands of years of evolutionary cultural impoverished or it's opposite gestures.

Lazy slurring and propensities and proclivities to make certain grunts and sounds, go to tricks of the turn of the tongue.

The Irish dialect is so strong in more and less parts of the text, it kind of takes away from what could have been a more purity of spiritual expression vis a vis pure spiritual English

This book is cool I think

>>19799818
for those kinds of average anglos, I could almost see FW being easier to "read" (ie scanning words falling into eyes, impressing images in mind, perceived more than understood) than Poe, whose style is very affected, sorta victorian, purple, long-winded, and therefore very obviously dated (it's a pleasure for all these reasons, of course). But to such non-readers Poe's tone can immediately induce a school-boyish expectation of drudgery and therefore, revulsion. FW isn't so easily categorized, triggering a ton of new associations, which might keep 'em guessing at least a few words more.

>>19799868
>The Irish dialect
You are a pseud.

The dialect has an agreed upon label, namely Hiberno-English and that is what you will refer to it as ij future or else.

>>19800259
>you are a pseud
>you will use wikipedia term

you sound like a hisperical, er, hysterical faggot.

I am ESL but I'm not filtered by English third person possessive pronouns like the average American. I also speak 4 other languages. You will never have a culture. Your culture is Star Wars, rainbow flags, and Coca-Cola, all hypocritically forced at gunpoint onto the rest of the world who was much happier before. You were filtered by the very British Bible you loved to clutch with the hand that wasn't slaughtering its way into your stolen land. The hand whose targets are chosen by the people of Israel. It's to them that you only owe your feats of cultural strongarming that you inevitably end up bragging about when you are cornered, because your culture is founded on brutishness, and delivered through brutishness. You only pretend until you can pretend no longer. You are the perfect vessel for the godless agenda of the enemies of humanity because you are inherently empty.

>>19798872
I'm an ESL and I have read Ulysses four times in the original. Ask me anything.

>>19800400
That's cool. You will never attend MIT like me. Didn't read the rest of your post aside from the first sentence.

>>19800400
>I am ESL
it shows

>>19800425
If you were kidnapped along with someone close to you, tied up and made to watch as the kidnapper shoots the other person in the head, how would you react? Would you beg for your life or stay silent?

>>19800428
>You will never attend MIT like me.
What a witty comeback, I am defeated. Glad that MIT changed its admission standards for affirmative action.

>>19800431
Should I write in a worse English so I fit in with the Americans?

>>19800445
>What a witty comeback, I am defeated
You seem to be under the impression that I considered you an adversary of sorts, that I was somehow taken out of countenance from your post. Make no mistake. You mean nothing to me, and I quite honestly put myself above every single non-American. (and most Americans as well)
I. Go. To. MIT. That fact is enough to last me a lifetime. I am complete.
I won't reply again. Take your victory and feel free to use this post as a punching bag for your frustrations, my little dandiprat.

>>19800485
Didn't read lol. You could've told me in your first post. BTFO, cope, seethe etc.

>>19800485
>gets BTFO
>y-you mean nothing to me!!
you got annihilated and you're coming across as a little bitch

>>19799418
I'm ESL and didn't understand shit

>>19801094
Really not one word?

>>19799767
>language turned into a hypnotic psychedelic drug.
Language is a drug, often drugs are consumed by the mouth, language is consumed by the eyes and ears, and it is mind altering, it is physiologically effecting

>>19799353
Lmao
Behold, the modernist masterpiece!

I'm ESL and of all the books written in the English language that I have read, including Ulysses, Moby Dick, plays by Shakespeare, Paradise Lost, Gravity's Rainbow, the one that filtered me the hardest was Canterbury Tales.
Some of it I could make out the meaning, but a lot went over my head.
Come to think of it, it probably even filters most americans as well. How many of you could get through it and understand most of the words without having to look a lot of it up?

>>19802023
Lel
Behold the filtered pseud!

>>19800400
Why are you so mad tho

Time for another random installment, this is from chapter 6:

Such is Spanish. Stoop alittle closer, fealse! Delight-
some simply! Like Jolio and Romeune. I haven't fell so turkish
for ages and ages! Mine's me of squisious, the chocolate with
a soul. Extraordinary! Why, what are they all, the mucky lot
of them only? Sht! I wouldn't pay three hairpins for them. Peppt!
That's rights, hold it steady! Leg me pull. Pu! Come big to Iran.
Poo! What are you nudging for? No, I just thought you were.
Listen, loviest! Of course it was too kind of you, miser, to re-
member my sighs in shockings, my often expressed wish when
you were wandering about my trousseaurs and before I forget it
don't forget, in your extensions to my personality, when knotting
my remembrancetie, shoeweek will be trotting back with red
heels at the end of the moon but look what the fool bought
cabbage head and, as I shall answer to gracious heaven, I'll
always in always remind of snappy new girters, me being always
the one for charms with my very best in proud and gloving
even if he was to be vermillion miles my youth to live on,
the rubberend Mr Polkingtone, the quonian fleshmonger who
Mother Browne solicited me for unlawful converse with, with
her mug of October (a pots on it!), creaking around on his old
shanksaxle like a crosty old cornquake. Airman, waterwag, terrier,
blazer! I'm fine, thanks ever! Ha! O mind you poo tickly. Sall I
puhim in momou. Mummum. Funny spot to have a fingey! I'm
terribly sorry, I swear to you I am!

>>19802371
>O mind you poo tickly. Sall I
>puhim in momou. Mummum. Funny spot to have a fingey! I'm

Uhh, what did he mean by this

He larved ond he larved on he merd such a nauses
The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his fauces.
I forgive you, grondt Ondt, said the Gracehoper, weeping,
For their sukes of the sakes you are safe in whose keeping.
Teach Floh and Luse polkas, show Bienie where's sweet
And be sure Vespatilla fines fat ones to heat.
As I once played the piper I must now pay the count
So saida to Moyhammlet and marhaba to your Mount!
Let who likes lump above so what flies be a full 'un;
I could not feel moregruggy if this was prompollen.
I pick up your reproof, the horsegift of a friend,
For the prize of your save is the price of my spend.
Can castwhores pulladeftkiss if oldpollocks forsake 'em
Or Culex feel etchy if Pulex don't wake him?
A locus to loue, a term it t'embarass,
These twain are the twins that tick Homo Vulgaris.
Has Aquileone nort winged to go syf
Since the Gwyfyn we were in his farrest drewbryf
And that Accident Man not beseeked where his story ends
Since longsephyring sighs sought heartseast for their orience?
We are Wastenot with Want, precondamned, two and true,
Till Nolans go volants and Bruneyes come blue.
Ere those gidflirts now gadding you quit your mocks for my gropes
An extense must impull, an elapse must elopes,
Of my tectucs takestock, tinktact, and ail's weal;
As I view by your farlook hale yourself to my heal.
Partiprise my thinwhins whiles my blink points unbroken on
Your whole's whercabroads with Tout's trightyright token on.
My in risible universe youdly haud find
Sulch oxtrabeeforeness meat soveal behind.
Your feats end enormous, your volumes immense,
(May the Graces I hoped for sing your Ondtship song sense!),
Your genus its worldwide, your spacest sublime!
But, Holy Saltmartin, why can't you beat time?

>>19803147
>poo tickly
Poo tickly is: referring to sticking a finger up the anus, as well as the word: Poli tically

Of course our low hero was a self valeter by choice of need so
up he got up whatever is meant by a stourbridge clay kitchen-
ette and lithargogalenu fowlhouse for the sake of akes (the
umpple does not fall very far from the dumpertree) which the
moromelodious jigsmith, in defiance of the Uncontrollable Birth
Preservativation (Game and Poultry) Act, playing lallaryrook
cookerynook, by the dodginess of his lentern, brooled and cocked
and potched in an athanor, whites and yolks and yilks and whotes
to the frulling fredonnance of Mas blanca que la blanca hermana
and Amarilla, muy bien, with cinnamon and locusts and wild bees-
wax and liquorice and Carrageen moss and blaster of Barry's and
Asther's mess and Huster's micture and Yellownan's embrocation
and Pinkingtone's patty and stardust and sinner's tears, acuredent
to Sharadan's Art of Panning, chanting, for all regale to the like
of the legs he left behind with Litty fun Letty fan Leven, his
cantraps of fermented words, abracadabra calubra culorum, (his
oewfs à la Madame Gabrielle de l'Eglise, his avgs à la Mistress
B. de B. Meinfelde, his eiers Usquadmala à la pomme de ciel,
his uoves, oves and uves à la Sulphate de Soude, his ochiuri
sowtay sowmmonay a la Monseigneur, his soufflosion of oogs
with somekat on toyast à la Mère Puard, his Poggadovies alla
Fenella, his Frideggs à la Tricarême) in what was meant for a
closet (Ah ho! If only he had listened better to the four masters
that infanted him Father Mathew and Le Père Noble and Pastor
Lucas and Padre Aguilar — not forgetting Layteacher Baudwin!
Ah ho!) His costive Satan's antimonian manganese limolitmious
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nature never needed such an alcove so, when Robber and Mum-
sell, the pulpic dictators, on the nudgment of their legal advisers,
Messrs Codex and Podex, and under his own benefiction of their
pastor Father Flammeus Falconer, boycotted him of all mutton-
suet candles and romeruled stationery for any purpose, he winged
away on a wildgoup's chase across the kathartic ocean and made
synthetic ink and sensitive paper for his own end out of his wit's
waste. You ask, in Sam Hill, how? Let manner and matter of this
for these our sporting times be cloaked up in the language of
blushfed porporates that an Anglican ordinal, not reading his
own rude dunsky tunga, may ever behold the brand of scarlet
on the brow of her of Babylon and feel not the pink one in his
own damned cheek.

>>19798877
He’s right though. 80% of this book is written in retard speak

a scherinsheiner and spoilcurate, unconcerned in the mystery but
under the inflounce of the milldieuw and butt of
KATE (Miss Rachel Lea Varian, she tells forkings for baschfel-
lors, under purdah of card palmer teaput tosspot Madam d'Elta,
during the pawses), kook-and-dishdrudge, whitch believes wan-
thingthats, whouse be the churchyard or whorts up the aasgaars,
the show must go on.
Time: the pressant.
With futurist onehorse balletbattle pictures and the Pageant
of Past History worked up with animal variations amid ever-
glaning mangrovemazes and beorbtracktors by Messrs Thud and
Blunder. Shadows by the film folk, masses by the good people.
Promptings by Elanio Vitale. Longshots, upcloses, outblacks and
stagetolets by Hexenschuss, Coachmaher, Incubone and Rock-
narrag. Creations tastefully designed by Madame Berthe Dela-
mode. Dances arranged by Harley Quinn and Coollimbeina.
Jests, jokes, jigs and jorums for the Wake lent from the properties
of the late cemented Mr T. M. Finnegan R.I.C. Lipmasks and
hairwigs by Ouida Nooikke. Limes and Floods by Crooker and
Toll. Kopay pibe by Kappa Pedersen. Hoed Pine hat with
twentyfour ventholes by Morgen. Bosse and stringbag from
Heteroditheroe's and All Ladies' presents. Tree taken for grafted.
Rock rent. Phenecian blends and Sourdanian doofpoosts by
Shauvesourishe and Wohntbedarft. The oakmulberryeke with
silktrick twomesh from Shop-Sowry, seedsmanchap. Grabstone
beg from General Orders Mailed. The crack (that's Cork!) by
a smoker from the gods. The interjection (Buckley!) by the fire-

ment in the pit. Accidental music providentially arranged by
L'Archet and Laccorde. Melodiotiosities in purefusion by the
score. To start with in the beginning, we need hirtly bemark,
a community prayer, everyone for himself, and to conclude
with as an exodus, we think it well to add, a chorale in canon,
good for us all for us all us all all. Songs betune the acts by
the ambiamphions of Annapolis, Joan MockComic, male so-
prano, and Jean Souslevin, bass noble, respectively: O, Mester
Sogermon, ef thes es whot ye deux, then I'm not surpleased ye
want that bottle of Sauvequipeu and Oh Off Nunch Der Rasche
Ver Lasse Mitsch Nitscht. Till the summit scenes of climbacks
castastrophear, The Bearded Mountain (Polymop Barethe-
rootsch), and The River Romps to Nursery (Maidykins in Undi-
form). The whole thugogmagog, including the portions under-
stood to be oddmitted as the results of the respective titulars
neglecting to produce themselves, to be wound up for an after-
enactment by a Magnificent Transformation Scene showing the
Radium Wedding of Neid and Moorning and the Dawn of
Peace, Pure, Perfect and Perpetual, Waking the Weary of the
World.

Morya Mortimor! Allapalla overus! Howoft had the ballshee
tried! And they laying low for his home gang in that eeriebleak
mead, with fireball feast and turkeys tumult and paupers patch
to provide his bum end. The foe things your niggerhead needs
to be fitten for the Big Water. He made the sign of the ham-
mer. God's drought, he sayd, after a few daze, thinking of all
those bliakings, how leif pauses! Here you are back on your haw-
kins, from Blasil the Brast to our povotogesus portocall, the furt
on the turn of the hurdies, slave to trade, vassal of spices and a
dragon-the-market, and be turbot, lurch a stripe, as were you
soused methought out of the mackerel. Eldsfells! sayd he. A
kumpavin on iceslant! Here's open handlegs for one old faulker
from the hame folk here in you's booth! So sell me gundy, sagd
the now waging cappon, with a warry posthumour's expletion,
shoots ogos shootsle him or where's that slob? A bit bite of
keesens, he sagd, til Dennis, for this jantar (and let the dobblins
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roast perus,) or a stinger, he sagd, t. d., on a doroughbread ken-
nedy's for Patriki San Saki on svo fro or my old relogion's out
of tiempor and when I'm soured to the tipple you can sink me
lead, he sagd, and, if I get can, sagd he, a pusspull of tomtar-
tarum. Thirst because homing hand give. Allkey dallkey, sayd
the shop's housebound, for he was as deep as the north star (and
could tolk sealer's solder into tankar's tolder) as might have sayd
every man to his beast, and a treat for the trading scow, my cater
million falls to you and crop feed a stall! Afram. And he got and
gave the ekspedient for Hombreyhambrey wilcomer what's the
good word. He made the sign on the feaster. Cloth be laid! And
a disk of osturs for the swanker! Allahballah! He was the care-
lessest man I ever see but he sure had the most sand. One fish-
ball with fixings! For a dan of a ven of a fin of a son of a gun of
a gombolier. Ekspedient, sayd he, sonnur mine, Shackleton Sul-
ten! Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul us all,
sayd he, like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was
heeling it and Maldemaer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking
from the bowl at his food and the meer crank he was waiting for
the tow of his turn. Till they plied him behaste on the fare. Say
wehrn!
— Nohow did he kersse or hoot alike the suit and solder skins,
minded first breachesmaker with considerable way on and
— Humpsea dumpsea, the munchantman, secondsnipped cutter
the curter.
— A ninth for a ninth. Take my worth from it. And no mistaenk,
they thricetold the taler and they knew the whyed for too. The
because of his sosuch. Uglymand fit himshemp but throats fill us
all! And three's here's for repeat of the unium! Place the scaurs
wore on your groot

>>19800485
>That fact is enough to last me a lifetime.
Here, I fixed your mistake:
>The student debt is enough to last me a lifetime.