Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 2
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-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.