James Joyce, Ulysse, Episode 9 "Scylla and Charybdiss".

The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his mask, quake, with haste, quake, quack. Door closed. Cell. Day.
They list. Three. They.
I you he they.
 Come, mess.
 

James Joyce, Ulysse, Episode 11 "Sirens".


Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw not gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor thanks nor Richie nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. Hedid not see.
Seabloom greaseabloom viewed last words.Softly,
When my country takes her place among.
 Prrprr.
Must be the bur.
Fff. Oo. Rrpr.
Nations of the earth. No-one behind. She's passed.
Then and not till then. Tram. Kran, kran, kran.
Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran.
I'm sure it's the burgund. Yes. One, two.
Let my epitaph be. Karaaaaaaa. Written. I have.
Pprrpffrrppfff.
Done."


 
 
James Joyce, Ulysse, Episode 12 "Cyclops".
"The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone (the semiparalysed doyen of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane), Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grand joker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos. Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobber­keddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch,
Herr Hurhausdirektorprásident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensori
untsordinaryprivatdocentgeneralhistoryspecialprofessor doctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein."
 
 
James Joyce, Ulysse, Episode 14 "Oxen of the Sun"

Your attention ! We're nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The least tholice. Ware hawks for the
chap puking. Unwell in his abominable regions. Yooka.
Night. Mona, my thrue love. Yook. Mona, my own love. Ook.
Hark ! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap ! Pflaap ! Blaze on. There she goes. Brigade ! Bout ship. Mount street way. Cut up. Pflaap ! Tally ho. You not come ? Run, skelter, race. Pflaaaap !
 
James Joyce, Ulysse, Episode 15 "Circe"

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Introibo ad altare diaboli.
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: To the devil which hath made glad my young days.
FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (Takes from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host) Corpus Meum.
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Raises high behind the celebrant 's petticoats, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot is stuck) My body.
THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Htengier Tnetopinmo
Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella! (From on high the voice of Adonai calls)
ADONAI: Dooooooooooog! THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Alleluia, for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! (From on high the voice of Adonai calls)
ADONAI: Goooooooooood!