on this date: "hush! caution! echoland!"

[Lorentzen / Nicklaus]

"and so there they were, with their palms in their hands, like the pulchrum's 
proculs, spraining their ears, luistening and listening to the oceans of 
kissening, with their eyes glistening, all the four, when he was kiddling and 
cuddling and bunnyhugging scrumptious his colleen bawn and dinkum belle, an 
oscar sister, on the fifteen inch loveseat, behind the chieftaness stewardesses 
cubin, the hero, of gaelic champion, the onliest one of her choice, her 
bleaueyedeal of a girl's friend, neither bigugly nor smallnice, meaning pretty 
much everything to her then, with his sinister dexterity, light and 
rufthhandling, vicemversem her ragbags et assaucyetiams, fore and aft, on and 
offsides, the brueburnt sexfutter, handson and huntsem, that was palpably wrong 
and bulbubly improper, and cuddling her and kissing her, tootyfay charmaunt, in 
her ensemble of maidenna blue, with an overdress of net, tickled with goldies, 
isolamisola, and whisping and lisping her about trisolanisans, how one was whips 
for one was two and two was lips for one was three, and dissimulating themself, 
with his poghue like arrah-na-poghue, the dear dear annual, they all four 
remembored who made the world and how they used to be at that time in the 
vulgar ear cuddling and kiddling her, after an oyster supper in cullen's barn, 
from under her mislethrush and kissing and listening, in the good old bygone 
days of dion boucicault, the elder, in arrah-na-pogue, in the otherworld of the 
passing of the key of two-tongue common, with nush, the carrier of the word, and 
with mesh, the cutter of the reed, in one of the farback, pitchblack centuries 
when who made the world, when they knew o'clery, the man on the door, when they 
were all four collegians on the nod, neer the nodderlands nurskery, whiteboys 
and oakboys, peep of tim boys and piping tom boys, raising hell while the sin 
was shining with their slates and satchels, playing florian's fables and 
communic suctions and vellicar frictions with mixum members, in the queen's 
ultonian colleges, along with another fellow, a prime number, totius quotius, 
and paying a pot of tribluts to boris o'brien, the buttler of clumpthump, two 
looves, two turnovers plus (one) crown, to see the mad dane ating his vitals. 
wulf! wulf! and throwing his tongue in the snakepit. ah ho! the ladies have 
mercias!" (finnegans wake, 13 & 384f.) 

  james joyce was born 118 years ago.  cheers! kai