Mookse

In all his specious heavings, as be lived by Opti-mus Maximus, the Mookse had never seen his Dubville brooder — on-low so nigh to a pickle.

Finnegans Wake 2006

Efter thousand yaws, O Gripes con my sheepskins, yow will be belined to the world, enscayed Mookse the pius. —

Finnegans Wake 2006

The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear.

Finnegans Wake 2006

Vale Hollow, obselved the Mookse nobily, for par the unicum of Elelijiacks, Us am in Our stabulary and that is what Ruby and

Finnegans Wake 2006

For the Mookse, a dogmad Accanite, were not amoosed and the

Finnegans Wake 2006

Ask my index, mund my achilles, swell my obolum, wosh-up my nase serene, answered the Mookse, rapidly by turning clement, urban, eugenious and celestian in the formose of good grogory humours.

Finnegans Wake 2006

So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew all along.

Finnegans Wake 2006

My building space in lyonine city is always to let to leonlike Men, the Mookse in a most consistorous allocution pompifically with immediate jurisdiction constantinently concludded (what a crammer for the shape-wrucked Gripes!).

Finnegans Wake 2006

Rats! bullowed the Mookse most telesphorously, the concionator, and the sissymusses and the zozzymusses in their ro — benhauses quailed to hear his tardeynois at all for you cannot wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar.

Finnegans Wake 2006

If Mookse and the Gripes’ review of her Orange Prize-shortlisted Burnt Shadows is accurate, Kamila Shamsie scores the hat trick with an image that is at once plagiaristic, ludicrous, and politically correct: “Hiroko survives the Hiroshima atomic blast, but the image of some cranes from a kimono she was wearing at the explosion were forever burned onto her back.”

The hat trick 2009