The Portrait of the artist as a Young Man 이건 읽을 만함
Ulysses 이 시.... 이지만 그래도 읽는건 가능
Finnegans Wake 와 이건 진짜 ... 욕나온다..... 첫페이지 보고 도서관에 반납급
| What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy- | 1 |
| gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu | 2 |
| Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still | 3 |
| out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata- | 4 |
| pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie | 5 |
| Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear! | 6 |
| Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill- | 7 |
| killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired | 8 |
| and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab- | 9 |
| solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng | 10 |
| voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the | 11 |
| duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and | 12 |
| body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of | 13 |
| soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks | 14 |
| of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if | 15 |
| you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the | 16 |
| pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. |