Finnegans Wake Notes

020.01 under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last milch-

020.02 camel, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns, has still to

020.03 moor before the tomb of his cousin charmian where his date is

020.04 tethered by the palm that's hers. But the horn, the drinking, the

020.05 day of dread are not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them,

020.06 chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the

020.07 muttheringpot: and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter,

020.08 tintingfast and great primer must once for omniboss step rub-

020.09 rickredd out of the wordpress else is there no virtue more in al-

020.10 cohoran. For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed

020.11 of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally

020.12 (though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister

020.13 Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Fillstup. So you

020.14 need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry

020.15 three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of

020.16 Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who

020.17 would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth

020.18 thereof the. Dor.

[020.19-021.04]: the book in your hands — its tales and dances.

020.19 Cry not yet! There's many a smile to Nondum, with sytty

020.20 maids per man, sir, and the park's so dark by kindlelight. But

020.21 look what you have in your handself! The movibles are scrawl-

020.22 ing in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and zingzang

020.23 for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon

020.24 a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the

020.25 strubbely beds. And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb-

020.26 key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And

020.27 so cuddy me only wallops have heels. That one of a wife with

020.28 folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a

020.29 noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave and a fammy of

020.30 levity; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of what the

020.31 mischievmiss made a man do. Malmarriedad he was reverso-

020.32 gassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique.

020.33 Maye faye, she's la gaye this snaky woman! From that trippiery

020.34 toe expectungpelick! Veil, volantine, valentine eyes. She's the

020.35 very besch Winnie blows Nay on good. Flou inn, flow ann.

020.36 Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle