Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 1
Jute. 'Stench! Mutt. Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an' everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great- grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig, drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound seemetery which iz leebez luv. Jute. 'Zmorde! Mutt. Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des- pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust and being humus the same roturns. He who runes may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle, crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum- blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in your whisht! Jute. Whysht? Mutt. The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay. Jute. Howe? Mutt. Here is viceking's graab. Jute. Hwaad! Mutt. Ore you astoneaged, jute you? Jute. Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud.