·First we feel. Then we fall.
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Finnegans Wake, Illustrated!
I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. (Nora Joyce and the mouth of the Liffey, by John Vernon Lord, illustrator of Finnegans Wake.)
Case XIII: Finnegans Wake - A Centennial Bloomsday at Buffalo - The Poetry Collection
Every evening at lighting up o'clock sharp and until further notice in Feenichts Playhouse. ('The Mime of Mick, Nick and The Maggies' (1934). A fragment of 'Work in Progress', this one would appear as chapter II.1 in 'Finnegans Wake'. The cover, initial letter, and tailpiece were designed by Joyce's daughter Lucia. The copy on display is #23 of twenty-nine parchment-bound copies.)