Finnegans Wake Notes

429.01 Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, next

429.02 halted to fetch a breath, the first cothurminous leg of his night-

429.03 stride being pulled through, and to loosen (let God's son now be

429.04 looking down on the poor preambler!) both of his bruised

429.05 brogues that were plainly made a good bit before his hosen were,

429.06 at the weir by Lazar's Walk (for far and wide, as large as he was

429.07 lively, was he noted for his humane treatment of any kind of

429.08 abused footgear), a matter of maybe nine score or so barrelhours

429.09 distance off as truly he merited to do. He was there, you could

429.10 planemetrically see, when I took a closer look at him, that was to

429.11 say, (gracious helpings, at this rate of growing our cotted child of

429.12 yestereve will soon fill space and burst in systems, so speeds the

429.13 instant!) amply altered for the brighter, though still the graven

429.14 image of his squarer self as he was used to be, perspiring but

429.15 happy notwithstanding his foot was still asleep on him, the way

429.16 he thought, by the holy januarious, he had a bullock's hoof in his

429.17 buskin, with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untran-

429.18 scended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a

429.19 butterblond warden of the peace, one comestabulish Sigurdsen,

429.20 (and where a better than such exsearfaceman to rest from roving

429.21 the laddyown he bootblacked?) who, buried upright like the

429.22 Osbornes, kozydozy, had tumbled slumbersomely on sleep at

429.23 night duty behind the curing station, equilebriated amid the

429.24 embracings of a monopolized bottle.