Page 536 will be my page of Finnegans Wake chosen at complete random. Now on to a paragraph written like Iff. Because as Dr. Sexson put it why would one want to use just one word when you can use them all?
Why I would never in my life deliberately, intentionally, absolutely not on purpose, plan it to a T, intend without reason, make a premeditated decision, calculated or otherwise, without your highest input sir. For you see, this mistake was absolutely an unintentional, unintended, unable to be averted, really just happened by chance, kind of thing.
And here is the passage I hope to try to memorize from Finnegans Wake
"With us his nephos and his neberls, mest incensed and befogged by him and his smoke thereof. But he shall have his glad stein of our zober beerbest in Oscarshal's winetavern."
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