Finnegans Wake Notes

012.01 for in the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life-

012.02 work leaving and the world's a cell for citters to cit in. Let young

012.03 wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth

012.04 behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while

012.05 Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what?

012.06 with a grin says she. And we all like a marriedann because she is mer-

012.07 cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation

012.08 (floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow nor an eyebush on this glau-

012.09 brous phace of Herrschuft Whatarwelter she'll loan a vesta and

012.10 hire some peat and sarch the shores her cockles to heat and she'll

012.11 do all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Paff. To puff the

012.12 blaziness on. Poffpoff. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty

012.133times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand

012.14 remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn-

012.15 him, sunny side up with care. So true is it that therewhere's a

012.16 turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight

012.17 of a hind make sure but you're cocked by a hin.

[012.18-013.05]: an overview of the city and its hills — so this is Dublin.

012.18 Then as she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy,

012.19 fruting for firstlings and taking her tithe, we may take our review

012.20 of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here as at else-

012.21 where, by sixes and sevens, like so many heegills and collines,

012.2 sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek, in their swisha-

012.23 wish satins and their taffetaffe tights, playing Wharton's Folly,

012.24 at a treepurty on the planko in the purk. Stand up, mickos!

012.25 Make strake for minnas! By order, Nicholas Proud. We may see

012.26 and hear nothing if we choose of the shortlegged bergins off

012.27 Corkhill or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the bergagambols

012.28 of Summerhill or the bergincellies of Miseryhill or the country-

012.29 bossed bergones of Constitutionhill though every crowd has its

012.30 several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each

012.31 harmonical has a point of its own, Olaf's on the rise and Ivor's

012.32 on the lift and Sitric's place's between them. But all they are all

012.33 there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve

012.34 and salve life's robulous rebus, hopping round his middle like

012.35 kippers on a griddle, O, as he lays dormont from the macroborg

012.36 of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this