Finnegans Wake Notes

040.01 the Little Old Man's and All Swell That Aimswell, the Cup and

040.02 the Stirrup, he sought his wellwarmed leababobed in a hous-

040.03 ingroom Abide With Oneanother at Block W.W., (why didn't

040.04 he back it?) Pump Court, The Liberties, and, what with

040.05 moltapuke on voltapuke, resnored alcoh alcoho alcoherently to

040.06 the burden of I come, my horse delayed, nom num, the sub-

040.07 stance of the tale of the evangelical bussybozzy and the rusinur-

040.08 bean (the 'girls' he would keep calling them for the collarette

040.09 and skirt, the sunbonnet and carnation) in parts (it seemed he

040.10 was before the eyots of martas or otherwales the thirds of fossil-

040.11 years, he having beham with katya when lavinias had her mens

040.12 lease to sea in a psumpship doodly show whereat he was looking

040.13 for fight niggers with whilde roarses) oft in the chilly night (the

040.14 metagonistic! the epickthalamorous!) during uneasy slumber in

040.15 their hearings of a small and stonybroke cashdraper's executive,

040.16 Peter Cloran (discharged), O'Mara, an exprivate secretary of no

040.17 fixed abode (locally known as Mildew Lisa), who had passed

040.18 several nights, funnish enough, in a doorway under the blankets

040.19 of homelessness on the bunk of iceland, pillowed upon the stone

040.20 of destiny colder than man's knee or woman's breast, and

040.21 Hosty, (no slouch of a name), an illstarred beachbusker, who,

040.22 sans rootie and sans scrapie, suspicioning as how he was setting

040.23 on a twoodstool on the verge of selfabyss, most starved, with

040.24 melancholia over everything in general, (night birman, you served

040.25 him with natigal's nano!) had been towhead tossing on his shake-

040.26 down, devising ways and manners of means, of what he loved

040.27 to ifidalicence somehow or other in the nation getting a hold of

040.28 some chap's parabellum in the hope of taking a wing sociable

040.29 and lighting upon a sidewheel dive somewhere off the Dullkey

040.30 Downlairy and Bleakrooky tramaline where he could throw true

040.31 and go and blow the sibicidal napper off himself for two bits to

040.32 boldywell baltitude in the peace and quitybus of a one sure shot

040.33 bottle, he after having being trying all he knew with the lady's

040.34 help of Madam Gristle for upwards of eighteen calanders to get

040.35 out of Sir Patrick Dun's, through Sir Humphrey Jervis's and

040.36 into the Saint Kevin's bed in the Adelaide's hosspittles (from