Finnegans Wake Notes

028.01 seen your missus in the hall. Like the queenoveire. Arrah, it's

028.02 herself that's fine, too, don't be talking! Shirksends? You storyan

028.03 Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy

028.04 good trout. Shakeshands. Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her only

028.05 her lex's salig. Boald Tib does be yawning and smirking cat's

028.06 hours on the Pollockses' woolly round tabouretcushion watch-

028.07 ing her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to

028.08 her last. Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement,

028.09 decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's allavalonche that

028.10 blows nopussy food. If you only were there to explain the mean-

028.11 ing, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. The lips

028.12 would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Fin-

028.13 drinny Fair. What with reins here and ribbons there all your

028.14 hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at

028.15 sea or swooped through the blue like Airwinger's bride. She

028.16 was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can second a

028.17 song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by. Fond of

028.18 a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her forty winks

028.19 for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her

028.20 merlin chair assotted, reading her Evening World. To see is

028.21 it smarts, full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news.

028.22 Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount.

028.23 Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with

028.24 the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he

028.25 noise about all same Harry chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle

028.26 a chuckle, in and out of their serial story, Les Loves of Selskar

028.27 et Pervenche, freely adapted to The Novvergin's Viv. There'll

028.28 be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her

028.29 final tear. Zee End. But that's a world of ways away. Till track

028.30 laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering

028.31 candles flare. Anna Stacey's how are you! Worther waist in the

028.32 noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. Her

028.333 hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you

028.34 now! Finn no more!

[028.35-029.36]: he will not return — replacement is already here.

028.35 For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's

028.36 already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his