Finnegans Wake Notes

176.01 games like Thom Thom the Thonderman, Put the Wind up the

176.02 Peeler, Hat in the Ring, Prisson your Pritchards and Play Withers

176.03 Team, Mikel on the Luckypig, Nickel in the Slot, Sheila Harnett and

176.04 her Cow, Adam and Ell, Humble Bumble, Moggie's on the Wall,

176.05 Twos and Threes, American Jump, Fox Come out of your Den,

176.06 Broken Bottles, Writing a Letter to Punch, Tiptop is a Sweetstore,

176.07 Henressy Crump Expolled, Postman's Knock, Are We Fairlys Rep-

176.08 resented?, Solomon Silent reading, Appletree Bearstone, I know a

176.09 Washerwoman, Hospitals, As I was Walking, There is Oneyone's

176.10 House in Dreamcolohour, Battle of Waterloo, Colours, Eggs in the

176.11 Bush, Habberdasherisher, Telling your Dreams, What's the Time,

176.12 Nap, Ducking Mammy, Last Man Standing, Heali Baboon and the

176.13 Forky Theagues, Fickleyes and Futilears, Handmarried but once in

176.14 my Life and I'll never commit such a Sin agin, Zip Cooney Candy,

176.15 Turkey in the Straw, This is the Way we sow the Seed of a long and

176.16 lusty Morning, Hops of Fun at Miliken's Make, I seen the Tooth-

176.17 brush with Pat Farrel, Here's the Fat to graze the Priest's Boots,

176.18 When his Steam was like a Raimbrandt round Mac Garvey.

176.19 Now it is notoriously known how on that surprisingly bludgeony

176.20 Unity Sunday when the grand germogall allstar bout was harrily

176.21 the rage between our weltingtoms extraordinary and our petty-

176.22 thicks the marshalaisy and Irish eyes of welcome were smiling

176.23 daggers down their backs, when the roth, vice and blause met the

176.24 noyr blank and rogues and the grim white and cold bet the black

176.25 fighting tans, categorically unimperatived by the maxims, a rank

176.26 funk getting the better of him, the scut in a bad fit of pyjamas

176.27 fled like a leveret for his bare lives, to Talviland, ahone ahaza, pur-

176.28 sued by the scented curses of all the village belles and, without

176.29 having struck one blow, (pig stole on him was lust he lagging it

176.30 was becaused dust he shook) kuskykorked himself up tight in

176.31 his inkbattle house, badly the worse for boosegas, there to stay

176.32 in afar for the life, where, as there was not a moment to be lost,

176.33 after he had boxed around with his fortepiano till he was whole

176.34 bach bamp him and bump him blues, he collapsed carefully under

176.35 a bedtick from Schwitzer's, his face enveloped into a dead war-

176.36 rior's telemac, with a lullobaw's somnbomnet and a whotwater-