Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 3
Tap and pat and tapatagain, (fire firstshot, Missiers the Refusel- eers! Peingpeong! For saxonlootie!) three tommix, soldiers free, cockaleak and cappapee, of the Coldstream. Guards were walking, in (pardonnez-leur, je vous en prie, eh?) Montgomery Street. One voiced an opinion in which on either wide (pardonnez!), nod- ding, all the Finner Camps concurred (je vous en prie, eh?). It was the first woman, they said, souped him, that fatal wellesday, Lili Coninghams, by suggesting him they go in a field. Wroth mod eldfar, ruth redd stilstand, wrath wrackt wroth, confessed private Pat Marchison retro. (Terse!) Thus contenters with san- toys play. One of our coming Vauxhall ontheboards who is resting for the moment (she has been callit by a noted stagey ele- cutioner a wastepacket Sittons) was interfeud in a waistend pewty parlour.