Finnegans Wake Approximation
What follows are two samples of text. One of them is from James Joyce's novel, Finnegans Wake. The other is an approximation of language in the style of James Joyce, output by a Python program written by me (code available on request). See if you can guess which one is which.
SAMPLE A:
like forceps persequestellates his vanessas from flore to flore. Somehows this sounds like the purest kidooleyoon wherein our madernacerution of lour lore is rich. All’s so herou from us him in a kitchernott darkness, by hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till Zerogh hour like pou owl giaours as we are would we salve aught of moments for our aysore today. Amousin though not but. Closer inspection of the bordereau would reveal a multiplicity of person-alities inflicted on the documents or document and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be made by anyone unwary enough before any suitable occasion for it or them had so far managed to happen along. In fact, under the closed eyes of the inspectors the traits featuring the chiaroscuro coalesce, their con trarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody similarly as by the providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of dramdrinker against freethinker our social something bowls along bumpily, experiencing
SAMPLE B:
le! inwardness with health well their hands of him, one of sairey’s plunge and Beatrice, Nelly and turkeys tumult and patching it like gush gash from sour grappes of mingling in the byre. Allahblah!
TAFF (a blackshape, Nattenden Sorte; whenat, hindled firth and he ordurd and buchstubs said. What with the membrancetie, shoeweek will beheld not attouch it. See what former for there’s purse and pinpin in your ear-shells when we play dress grownup sister! Are me not men-tioningahem?
— Peequeen ourselves they will produce nichthemerically few of his hat which in fact, unnecessary quoniam, speeching behind the general which puckerooed the dates of Gold for taking bourd and blesses her blind up; lights their world. How kirssy the tiler made a man in the past and trustyman. Crouch low, you were theirs is alse falseleep he waitawhishts to see the [Roman Catholic] presspassim) that he would not tell you, if uninformed), I never wet the twyly velleid is thus tous out of islands empire, he
SAMPLE A:
like forceps persequestellates his vanessas from flore to flore. Somehows this sounds like the purest kidooleyoon wherein our madernacerution of lour lore is rich. All’s so herou from us him in a kitchernott darkness, by hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till Zerogh hour like pou owl giaours as we are would we salve aught of moments for our aysore today. Amousin though not but. Closer inspection of the bordereau would reveal a multiplicity of person-alities inflicted on the documents or document and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be made by anyone unwary enough before any suitable occasion for it or them had so far managed to happen along. In fact, under the closed eyes of the inspectors the traits featuring the chiaroscuro coalesce, their con trarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody similarly as by the providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of dramdrinker against freethinker our social something bowls along bumpily, experiencing
SAMPLE B:
le! inwardness with health well their hands of him, one of sairey’s plunge and Beatrice, Nelly and turkeys tumult and patching it like gush gash from sour grappes of mingling in the byre. Allahblah!
TAFF (a blackshape, Nattenden Sorte; whenat, hindled firth and he ordurd and buchstubs said. What with the membrancetie, shoeweek will beheld not attouch it. See what former for there’s purse and pinpin in your ear-shells when we play dress grownup sister! Are me not men-tioningahem?
— Peequeen ourselves they will produce nichthemerically few of his hat which in fact, unnecessary quoniam, speeching behind the general which puckerooed the dates of Gold for taking bourd and blesses her blind up; lights their world. How kirssy the tiler made a man in the past and trustyman. Crouch low, you were theirs is alse falseleep he waitawhishts to see the [Roman Catholic] presspassim) that he would not tell you, if uninformed), I never wet the twyly velleid is thus tous out of islands empire, he
0__0 thats uncanny...
ReplyDeletetoo easy / B is Joyce / A is awful
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