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6077657 No.6077657 [Reply] [Original]

>if I just mash keys on my typewriter all these gullible cucks will convince themselves it's high art XDXDXDDDD:
The "Novel"

>> No.6077665

>>6077657
http://www.finwake.com/1024chapter1/1024finn1.htm

>> No.6077677

Finnegans Wake is fucking shit:

Walking to school over the snow-muffled cobbles, Karou had no sinister premonitions about the day. It seemed like just another Monday, innocent but for its essential Mondayness, not to mention its Januaryness. It was cold, and it was dark—in the dead of winter the sun didn’t rise until eight—but it was also lovely. The falling snow and the early hour conspired to paint Prague ghostly, like a tintype photograph, all silver and haze.

>> No.6077679

Does anyone here know what the recurring

>(Tip.)

And variations of it such as Tok, Tuk, etc… are supposed to mean?

>> No.6077714

Joyce was forced by a superluminal Ego-draining time-sustained othercosmic Intelligence to write Finnegans Wake in a bid to bring about the end of history, he did nothing wrong

>> No.6079730

>>6077657
>He hasn't read it

>> No.6079735

>>6079730
thanks for bumping such a great thread

>> No.6079738

>>6077677
Nice try m8

>> No.6080054

This book was made because someone made a wager with Joyce to see just how incoherent you could write a book.
> Mutt. Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dunblink roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone
to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr.Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence: hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize!

>> No.6080075

Didn't he write this for his schizophrenic daughter

>> No.6080090

>>6079735
No worries, fellow bumper :^)

>> No.6080092

>>6077657
Read it

>> No.6080098

>>6077657
>>6077677
>>6077679
>>6077714
>>6080054
>>6080075
2irish4u

>> No.6080103

>>6077679
They are references to *tips fedora* and 'top kek.'

>> No.6080106

>it's shit/a meme because i can't understand it
You guys are no better than YA folk who refuse to read literary fiction