Finnegans Wake Notes

024.01 to play cash cash in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a' toole o'

024.02 tall o' toll and noddy hint to the convaynience.

[024.03-024.15]: the mighty liberator's deeds — he revives.

024.03 He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and

024.04 all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice

024.05 for the living and he urned his dread, that dragon volant, and he

024.06 made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain, that

024.07 mighty liberator, Unfru-Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad he did,

024.08 our ancestor most worshipful, till he thought of a better one in

024.09 his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from ears-

024.10 end to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies wake

024.11 him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will

024.12 again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have

024.13 you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding,

024.14 will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake? Usgueadbaugham!

024.15 Anam muck an dhoul! Did ye drink me doornail?

[024.16-026.24]: convincing him to stay dead — performing rites to keep him dead.

024.16 Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure

024.17 like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad. Sure you'd

024.18 only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in

024.19 Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary, the North

024.20 Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the

024.21 Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's

024.22 abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey

024.23 with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata, or a slut snoring with an

024.24 impure infant on a bench. 'Twould turn you against life, so

024.25 twould. And the weather's that mean too. To part from Devlin

024.26 is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier

024.27 than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have

024.28 no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are, primesigned

024.29 in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remember-

024.30 ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls under

024.31 your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare

024.32 the varmints and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket,

024.33 kerchief, ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre, in the

024.34 land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan

024.35 and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan. And we'll be

024.36 coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing