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  • O, begor, I want no expert nursis symaphy from yours broons quadroons and I can psoakoonaloose myself any time I want (the fog follow you all!) without your interferences or any other pigeonstealer. —

    Finnegans Wake

  • "Hard enough, begor," said a member; "'t isn't by booklarnin ', but by honest labor, we got it."

    My New Curate

  • 'In the Name av the Father,' sez he; thin he shtopped and looked round; 'and av the Holy Ghost,' sez he, and he shtopped ag'in; 'but where's the Son?' sez he, rising his wice; and begor, 't was like the day of gineral jedgment.

    My New Curate

  • And this new cojutor with his gran 'accent, which no one can understand, and his gran' furniture, and his whipster of a servant, begor, no one can stand him.

    My New Curate

  • "An 'begor, yez'll play it wid only sky borders and wings, iv I'm goin' to get left," yelled the stage carpenter.

    A Pirate of Parts

  • "Wisha, begor, 't is your reverence was wanted to tache these blackguards a lesson."

    My New Curate

  • "Oh! begor 'he is," replied Old Rody, "and the other's a regular kitchen-maid."

    Reminiscences of a South African Pioneer

  • "Oh! begor," replied Larry, "I suppose I'd have had to marry, her."

    Reminiscences of a South African Pioneer

  • It’s prayers in layers all the thumping time, begor, the young gloria’s gang voices the old doxologers, in the suburrs of the heavenly gardens, once we shall have passed, after surceases, all serene through neck and necklike Derby and June to our snug eternal retribution’s reward (the scorchhouse).

    Finnegans Wake

  • Then, begor, counting as many as eleven to thritytwo seconds with his pocket browning, like I said, wann swanns wann, this is my awethorrorty, he kept forecursing hascupth’s foul Fanden,

    Finnegans Wake


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  • "'And what would you do with the body?' he asked with great interest.

    'I was thinking I could chop that up and carry it away in a barrow I have,' I said.

    'Begor, Jackie,' he said, 'do you know you're a terrible child?'"

    - Frank O'Connor, 'First Confession'.

    September 5, 2008