Finnegans Wake Notes

179.01 layen loves in meeingseeing, he got the charm of his optical

179.02 life when he found himself (hic sunt lennones!) at pointblank

179.03 range blinking down the barrel of an irregular revolver of

179.04 the bulldog with a purpose pattern, handled by an unknown

179.05 quarreler who, supposedly, had been told off to shade and

179.06 shoot shy Shem should the shit show his shiny shnout out

179.07 awhile to look facts in their face before being hosed and creased

179.08 (uprip and jack him!) by six or a dozen of the gayboys.

179.09 What, para Saom Plaom, in the names of Deucalion and

179.10 Pyrrha, and the incensed privy and the licensed pantry gods

179.11 and Stator and Victor and Kutt and Runn and the whole mesa

179.12 redonda of Lorencao Otulass in convocacaon, was this dis-

179.13 interestingly low human type, this Calumnious Column of

179.14 Cloaxity, this Bengalese Beacon of Biloxity, this Annamite Aper

179.15 of Atroxity, really at, it will be precise to quarify, for he seems

179.16 in a badbad case?

179.17 The answer, to do all the diddies in one dedal, would sound:

179.18 from pulling himself on his most flavoured canal the huge chest-

179.19 house of his elders (the Popapreta, and some navico, navvies!)

179.20 he had flickered up and flinnered down into a drug and drunkery

179.21 addict, growing megalomane of a loose past. This explains the

179.22 litany of septuncial lettertrumpets honorific, highpitched, erudite,

179.23 neoclassical,which he so loved as patricianly to manuscribe after

179.24 his name. It would have diverted,if ever seen,the shuddersome

179.25 spectacle of this semidemented zany amid the inspissated grime

179.26 of his glaucous den making believe to read his usylessly unread-

179.27 able Blue Book of Eccles, édition de ténèbres, (even yet sighs the

179.28 Most Different, Dr. Poindejenk, authorised bowdler and censor,

179.29 it can't be repeated!) turning over three sheets at a wind, telling

179.30 himself delightedly, no espellor mor so, that every splurge on the

179.31 vellum he blundered over was an aisling vision more gorgeous

179.32 than the one before t.i.t.s., a roseschelle cottage by the sea for

179.33 nothing for ever, a ladies tryon hosiery raffle at liberty, a sewer-

179.34 ful of guineagold wine with brancomongepadenopie and sick-

179.35 cylinder oysters worth a billion a bite, an entire operahouse

179.36 (there was to be stamping room only in the prompter's box and