NP - Cloud Atlas

[Keith McMullen]

Takes me back to childhood, my grandfather reading Finnegans Wake to me 
at bedtime in the southern Illinois farmhouse.

On Jul 12, 2005, at 7:30 PM, Bekah wrote:
It was the dialect in print (Sloosha's Crossing, pg 239) that finally 
messed me up.  I enjoyed a couple of the chapters to that point but 60 
pages of:

  "Old Georgie's path an' mine corssed more times'n I'm comfy mem'ryin' 
an' after I'm died, no sayin' what that fangy devil won't try an do to 
me ... so gimme some mutton an' I'll tell you 'bout our first meetin'.  
A fat joocesome slice, nay, none o' your burnt wafery off'rin's. "