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South I see. You’re up-in-Leal-Ulster and I’m-free-Down-in-Easia, this is much better. He is cured by faith who is sick of fate. The prouts who will invent a writing there ultimately is the poeta, still more learned, who discovered the raiding there originally. That’s the point of eschatology our book of kills reaches for now in soandso many counterpoint words.
James Joyce, Finnegans Wake p. 303
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