Finnegans Wake Notes

167.01 self with an elusive Antonius, a wop who would appear to hug

167.02 a personal interest in refined chees of all chades at the same time

167.03 as he wags an antomine art of being rude like the boor. This

167.04 Antonius-Burrus-Caseous grouptriad may be said to equate

167.05 the qualis equivalent with the older socalled talis on talis one

167.06 just as quantly as in the hyperchemical economantarchy the tan-

167.07 tum ergons irruminate the quantum urge so that eggs is to whey

167.08 as whay is to zeed like your golfchild's abe boob caddy. And this

167.09 is why any simple philadolphus of a fool you like to dress, an

167.10 athemisthued lowtownian, exlegged phatrisight, may be awfully

167.11 green to one side of him and fruitfully blue on the other which

167.12 will not screen him however from appealing to my gropesarch-

167.13 ing eyes, through the strongholes of my acropoll, as a boosted

167.14 blasted bleating blatant bloaten blasphorus blesphorous idiot

167.15 who kennot tail a bomb from a painapple when he steals one

167.16 and wannot psing his psalmen with the cong in our gregational

167.17 pompoms with the canting crew.

167.18 No! Topsman to your Tarpeia! This thing, Mister Abby, is

167.19 nefand. (And, taking off soutstuffs and alkalike matters, I hope

167.20 we can kill time to reach the salt because there's some forceglass

167.21 neutric assets bittering in the soldpewter for you to plump your

167.22 pottage in). The thundering legion has stormed Olymp that

167.23 it end. Twelve tabular times till now have I edicted it. Merus

167.24 Genius to Careous Caseous! Moriture, te salutat! My phemous

167.25 themis race is run, so let Demoncracy take the highmost! (Abra-

167.26 ham Tripier. Those old diligences are quite out of date. Read

167.27 next answer). I'll beat you so lon. (Bigtempered. Why not take

167.28 direct action. See previous reply). My unchanging Word is sacred.

167.29 The word is my Wife, to exponse and expound, to vend and to

167.30 velnerate, and may the curlews crown our nuptias! Till Breath

167.31 us depart! Wamen. Beware would you change with my years. Be

167.32 as young as your grandmother! The ring man in the rong shop

167.33 but the rite words by the rote order! Ubi lingua nuncupassit, ibi

167.34 fas! Adversus hostem semper sac! She that will not feel my ful-

167.35 moon let her peel to thee as the hoyden and the impudent! That

167.36 mon that hoth no moses in his sole nor is not awed by conquists