Finnegans Wake Notes

043.01 going ladies from Hume Street in their chairs, the bearers baited,

043.02 some wandering hamalags out of the adjacent cloverfields of

043.03 Mosse's Gardens, an oblate father from Skinner's Alley, brick-

043.04 layers, a fleming, in tabinet fumant, with spouse and dog, an aged

043.05 hammersmith who had some chisellers by the hand, a bout of

043.06 cudgel players, not a few sheep with the braxy, two bluecoat

043.07 scholars, four broke gents out of Simpson's on the Rocks, a

043.08 portly and a pert still tassing Turkey Coffee and orange shrub in

043.09 tickeyes door, Peter Pim and Paul Fry and then Elliot and, O,

043.10 Atkinson, suffering hell's delights from the blains of their annui-

043.11 tants' acorns not forgetting a deuce of dianas ridy for the hunt, a

043.12 particularist prebendary pondering on the roman easter, the ton-

043.13 sure question and greek uniates, plunk em, a lace lappet head or

043.14 two or three or four from a window, and so on down to a few good

043.15 old souls, who,as they were juiced after taking their pledge over at

043.16 the uncle's place, were evidently under the spell of liquor, from the

043.17 wake of Tarry the Tailor a fair girl, a jolly postoboy thinking off

043.18 three flagons and one, a plumodrole, a half sir from the weaver's

043.19 almshouse who clings and clings and chatchatchat clings to her, a

043.20 wholedam's cloudhued pittycoat, as child, as curiolater, as Caoch

043.21 O'Leary. The wararrow went round, so it did, (a nation wants

043.22 a gaze) and the ballad, in the felibrine trancoped metre affectioned

043.23 by Taiocebo in his Casudas de Poulichinello Artahut, stump-

043.24 stampaded on to a slip of blancovide and headed by an excessively

043.25 rough and red woodcut, privately printed at the rimepress of

043.26 Delville, soon fluttered its secret on white highway and brown

043.27 byway to the rose of the winds and the blew of the gaels, from

043.28 archway to lattice and from black hand to pink ear, village crying

043.29 to village, through the five pussyfours green of the united states

043.30 of Scotia Picta — and he who denays it, may his hairs be rubbed

043.31 in dirt! To the added strains (so peacifold) of his majesty the

043.32 flute, that onecrooned king of inscrewments, Piggott's purest, ciello

043.33 alsoliuto, which Mr Delaney (Mr Delacey?), horn, anticipating

043.34 a perfect downpour of plaudits among the rapsods, piped

043.35 out of his decentsoort hat, looking still more like his purseyful

043.36 namesake as men of Gaul noted, but before of to sputabout, the