Finnegans Wake Notes

059.01 derry padouasoys, girdle and braces by the halfmoon and Seven

059.02 Stars, russets from the Blackamoor's Head, amongst the climbing

059.03 boys at his Eagle and Child and over the corn and hay emptors

059.04 at their Black and All Black, Mrs F . . . A . . . saidaside, half in

059.05 stage of whisper to her confidante glass, while recoopering her

059.06 cartwheel chapot (ahat! — and we now know what thimbles a

059.07 baquets on lallance a talls mean), she hoped Sid Arthar would

059.08 git a Chrissman's portrout of orange and lemonsized orchids with

059.09 hollegs and ether, from the feeatre of the Innocident, as the

059.10 worryld had been uncained. Then, while it is odrous comparison-

059.11 ing to the sprangflowers of his burstday which was a virid-

059.12 able goddinpotty for the reinworms and the charlattinas and all

059.13 branches of climatitis, it has been such a wanderful noyth untirely,

059.14 added she, with many regards to Maha's pranjapansies. (Tart!)

059.15 Prehistoric, obitered to his dictaphone an entychologist: his pro-

059.16 penomen is a properismenon. A dustman nocknamed Seven-

059.17 churches in the employ of Messrs Achburn, Soulpetre and

059.18 Ashreborn, prairmakers, Glintalook, was asked by the sisterhood

059.19 the vexed question during his midday collation of leaver and

059.20 buckrom alternatively with stenk and kitteney phie in a hash-

059.21 housh and, thankeaven, responsed impulsively: We have just been

059.22 propogandering his nullity suit and what they took out of his ear

059.23 among my own crush. All our fellows at O'Dea's sages with

059.24 Aratar Calaman he is a cemented brick, buck it all! A more nor

059.25 usually sober cardriver, who was jauntingly hosing his runabout,

059.26 Ginger Jane, took a strong view. Lorry hosed her as he talked

059.27 and this is what he told rewritemen: Irewaker is just a plain pink

059.28 joint reformee in private life but folks all have it by brehemons

059.29 laws he has parliamentary honours. Eiskaffier said (Louigi's, you

059.30 know that man's, brillant Savourain): Mon foie, you wish to ave

059.31 some homelette, yes, lady! Good, mein leber! Your hegg he must

059.32 break himself. See,I crack, so, he sit in the poele, umbedimbt!

059.33 A perspirer (over sixty) who was keeping up his tennises panted

059.34 he kne ho har twa to clect infamatios but a diffpair flannels climb

059.35 wall and trespassing on doorbell. After fullblown Braddon hear

059.36 this fresky troterella! A railways barmaid's view (they call her