Finnegans Wake Notes

192.01 the waters of his thought? Ever thought of that hereticalist Marcon

192.02 and the two scissymaidies and how bulkily he shat the Ructions

192.03 gunorrhal? Ever hear of that foxy, that lupo and that monkax

192.04 and the virgin heir of the Morrisons, eh, blethering ape?

192.05 Malingerer in luxury, collector general, what has Your Low-

192.06 ness done in the mealtime with all the hamilkcars of cooked

192.07 vegetables, the hatfuls of stewed fruit, the suitcases of coddled

192.08 ales, the Parish funds, me schamer, man, that you kittycoaxed so

192.09 flexibly out of charitable butteries by yowling heavy with a

191.10 hollow voice drop of your horrible awful poverty of mind so as

192.11 you couldn't even pledge a crown of Thorne's to pawn a coat

192.12 off Trevi's and as how you was bad no end, so you was, so whelp

192.13 you Sinner Pitre and Sinner Poule, with the chicken's gape and

192.14 pas mal de siècle, which, by the by, Reynaldo, is the ordinary

192.15 emetic French for grenadier's drip. To let you have your plank

192.16 and your bonewash (O the hastroubles you lost!), to give you

192.17 your pound of platinum and a thousand thongs a year (O, you

192.18 were excruciated, in honour bound to the cross of your own

192.19 cruelfiction !) to let you have your Sarday spree and holinight sleep

191.20 (fame would come to you twixt a sleep and a wake) and leave to

192.21 lie till Paraskivee and the cockcock crows for Danmark. (O

192.22 Jonathan, your estomach!) The simian has no sentiment secre-

192.23 tions but weep cataracts for all me, Pain the Shamman! Oft in

192.24 the smelly night will they wallow for a clutch of the famished

192.25 hand, I say, them bearded jezabelles you hired to rob you, while

192.26on your sodden straw impolitely you encored (Airish and naw-

192.27 boggaleesh!) those hornmade ivory dreams you reved of the

192.28 Ruth you called your companionate, a beauty from the bible, of

192.29 the flushpots of Euston and the hanging garments of Maryle-

192.30 bone. But the dormer moonshee smiled selene and the light-

192.31 throwers knickered: who's whinging we? Comport yourself,

192.32 you inconsistency! Where is that little alimony nestegg against

192.33 our predictable rainy day? Is it not the fact (gainsay me, cake-

192.34 eater!) that, while whistlewhirling your crazy elegies around

192.35 Templetombmount joyntstone, (let him pass, pleasegood-

192.36 jesusalem, in a bundle of straw, he was balbettised after hay-