Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

go away, we are deluded, come back, we are disghosted;

Now, to be on anew and basking again in the panaroma of all flores of speech, if a human being duly fatigued by his dayety in the sooty, having plenxty off time on his gouty hands and vacants of space at his sleepish feet and as hapless behind the dreams of accuracy as any camelot prince of dinmurk, were at this auctual futule preteriting unstant, in the states of suspensive exanimation, accorded, throughout . . .

here we go 😬

go away, we are deluded, come back, we are disghosted;