Finnegans Wake Notes

170.01 sense? would we now for annas and annas? would we for full-

170.02 score eight and a liretta? for twelve blocks one bob? for four tes-

170.03 ters one groat? not for a dinar! not for jo!) dictited to of all his

170.04 little brothron and sweestureens the first riddle of the universe:

170.05 asking, when is a man not a man?: telling them take their time,

170.06 yungfries, and wait till the tide stops (for from the first his day

170.07 was a fortnight) and offering the prize of a bittersweet crab, a

170.08 little present from the past, for their copper age was yet un-

170.09 minted, to the winner. One said when the heavens are quakers,

170.10 a second said when Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no,

170.11 when hold hard a jiffy, when he is a gnawstick and detarmined

170.12 to, the next one said when the angel of death kicks the bucket

170.13 of life, still another said when the wine's at witsends, and still

170.14 another when lovely wooman stoops to conk him, one of the

170.15 littliest said me, me, Sem, when pappa papared the harbour, one

170.16 of the wittiest said, when he yeat ye abblokooken and he zmear

170.17 hezelf zo zhooken, still one said when you are old I'm grey fall

170.18 full wi sleep, and still another when wee deader walkner, and

170.19 another when he is just only after having being semisized, an-

170.20 other when yea, he hath no mananas, and one when dose pigs

170.21 they begin now that they will flies up intil the looft. All were

170.22 wrong, so Shem himself, the doctator, took the cake, the correct

170.23 solution being —— all give it up? —— when he is a —— yours till

170.24 the rending of the rocks, —— Sham.

170.25 Shem was a sham and a low sham and his lowness creeped out

170.26 first via foodstuffs. So low was he that he preferred Gibsen's tea-

170.27 time salmon tinned, as inexpensive as pleasing, to the plumpest

170.28 roeheavy lax or the friskiest parr or smolt troutlet that ever was

170.29 gaffed between Leixlip and Island Bridge and many was the time

170.30 he repeated in his botulism that no junglegrown pineapple ever

170.31 smacked like the whoppers you shook out of Ananias' cans,

170.32 Findlater and Gladstone's, Corner House, Englend. None of

170.33 your inchthick blueblooded Balaclava fried-at-belief-stakes or

170.34 juicejelly legs of the Grex's molten mutton or greasilygristly

170.35 grunters' goupons or slice upon slab of luscious goosebosom

170.36 with lump after load of plumpudding stuffing all aswim in a