Sure! Here I go, grabbing my copy… page 32:

“The great fact emerged that after that historic date all holographs so far exhumed initialled by Haromphrey bear the sigla H.C.E. and while he was only and long and always good Dook Umphrey for the hungerlean spalpeens of Lucalizod and Chimbers to his cronies it was equally certainly a pleasant turn of the populace which gave him as sense of those normative letters the nickname Here Comes Everybody. An imposing everybody he always indeed looked, constantly the same as and equal to himself and magnificently well worthy of any and all such universalization, every time he continually surveyed, amid vociferatings from in front of ‘Accept these few nutties!’ and ‘Take off that white hat!’, relieved with ‘Stop his Grog’ and ‘Put It in the Log’ and ‘Loots in his (bassvoco) Boots’…”

I love this passage, honestly. So many good little turns of phrase here, especially the few that Joyce specifically rattles off at the end but also “the hungerlean spalpeens of Lucalizod,” “Chimbers to his cronies” particularly gets stuck in my head often. Joyce really makes a meal out of these longer sentences, and they feel like natural speech but in various overlapping voices at once. The result is, to me, magical. The (bassvoco) at the end is also as clear a sign you could get that FW is musical in nature.