Finnegans Wake Notes

015.01 the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have

015.02 pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights,

015.03 the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygeyed the mayvalleys

015.04 of Knockmaroon, and, though for rings round them, during a

015.05 chiliad of perihelygangs, the Formoreans have brittled the too-

015.06 ath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Fire-

015.07 bugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevan-

015.08 ses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City (Year!

015.09 Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing buttonholes have quad-

015.10 rilled across the centuries and whiff now whafft to us, fresh and

015.11 made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho.

[015.12-015.28]: the mutability of men — the stability of flowers.

015.12 The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium

015.13 hold them!) they were and went; thigging thugs were and hou-

015.14 hnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool

015.15 fiansees. Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the

015.16 blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry

015.17 piggy?: and the duncledames have countered with the hellish fel-

015.18 lows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they

015.19 fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And

015.20 still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the

015.21 field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!:

015.22 and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush! Well may they

015.23 wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as

015.24 old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn't

015.25 it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers that shimmy

015.26 and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety!

015.27 Flippety! Fleapow!

015.28    Hop!

[015.29-016.09]: Mutt meets Jute — Mutt attempts to address him.

015.29    In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a

015.30 parth a lone* who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid

015.31 hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot. He hath locktoes, this short-

015.32 shins, and, Obeold that's pectoral, his mammamuscles most

015.33 mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain

015.34 pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep

015.35 fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it junipery or febrew-

015.36 ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and