Finnegans Wake Notes

162.01 The older sisars (Tyrants, regicide is too good for you!) be-

162.02 come unbeurrable from age, (the compositor of the farce of

162.03 dustiny however makes a thunpledrum mistake by letting off this

162.04 pienofarte effect as his furst act as that is where the juke comes

162.05 in) having been sort-of-nineknived and chewly removed (this

162.06 soldier - author - batman for all his commontoryism is just

162.07 another of those souftsiezed bubbles who never quite got the

162.08 sandhurst out of his eyes so that the champaign he draws for us

162.09 is as flop as a plankrieg) the twinfreer types are billed to make

162.10 their reupprearance as the knew kneck and knife knickknots on

162.11 the deserted champ de bouteilles. (A most cursery reading into the

162.12 Persic-Uraliens hostery shows us how Fonnumagula picked

162.13 up that propper numen out of a colluction of prifixes though to

162.14 the permienting cannasure the Coucousien oafsprung of this

162.15 sun of a kuk is as sattin as there's a tub in Tobolosk) Ostiak

162.16 della Vogul Marina! But that I dannoy the fact of wanton to

162.17 weste point I could paint you to that butter (cheese it!) if you

162.18 had some wash. Mordvealive! Oh me none onsens! Why the

162.19 case is as inessive and impossive as kezom hands! Their inter-

162.20 locative is conprovocative just as every hazzy hates to having a

162.21 hazbane in her noze. Caseous may bethink himself a thought of

162.22 a caviller but Burrus has the reachly roundered head that goes

162.23 best with thofthinking defensive fideism. He has the lac of wis-

162.24 dom under every dent in his lofter while the other follow's

162.25 onni vesy milky indeedmymy. Laughing over the linnuts and

162.26 weeping off the uniun. He hisn't the hey og he lisn't the lug,

162.27 poohoo. And each night sim misses mand he winks he had the

162.28 semagen. It was aptly and corrigidly stated (and, it is royally

162.29 needless for one ex ungue Leonem to say by whom) that his

162.30 seeingscraft was that clarety as were the wholeborough of Poutres-

162.31 bourg to be averlaunched over him pitchbatch he could still make

162.32 out with his augstritch the green moat in Ireland's Eye. Let me

162.33 sell you the fulltroth of Burrus when he wore a younker. Here

162.34 it is, and chorming too, in six by sevens! A cleanly line, by the

162.35 gods! A king off duty and a jaw for ever! And what a cheery

162.36 ripe outlook, good help me Deus v Deus! If I were to speak