Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (19)

Our dear lady’s ordeal (nee Bareniece Maxwelton) with a keen sense for household matters (as the story goes) continued as usual with domestic chores. But, seizing the key in her hand, she broached the subject among a hundred and eleven others with her customary grace. “No peaches and melons for thee, Pomeranian!” she said, tucking the key into her grasp while quickly moving on to discuss the matter among a hundred and eleven others in her typical manner (how delicate these first whispers are, a secret murmuring, amidst the noisy den of their companions!).

Finnegans Wake

Our cad’s bit of strife (knee Bareniece Maxwelton) with a quick ear for spittoons (as the aftertale hath it) glaned up as usual with dumbestic husbandry (no persicks and armelians for thee, Pomeranzia!) but, slipping the clav in her claw, broke of the matter among a hundred and eleven others in her usual curtsey (how faint these first vhespers womanly are, a secret pispigliando, amad the lavurdy den of their manfolker!)