Finnegans Wake Notes

006.01 blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-

006.02 busses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies

006.03 snooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and the

006.04 hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,

006.05 homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud

006.06 murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may

006.07 and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warn-

006.08 ing Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did

006.09 shake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-

006.10 tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,

006.11 mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For

006.12 whole the world to see.

[006.13-006.28]: his wake — laying him to rest.

006.13 Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie?

006.14 of a trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's

006.15 chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in

006.16 their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of

006.17 ululation. There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers

006.18 and raiders and cinemen too. And the all gianed in with the shout-

006.19 most shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.

006.20 To the continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's

006.21 extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening.

006.22 Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is

006.23 Priam Olim! 'Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen

006.24 his pillowscone, tap up his bier! E'erawhere in this whorl would ye

006.25 hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty

006.26 fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips

006.27 of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head.

006.28 Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O!

[006.29-007.19]: he is interred in the landscape — about to be eaten as a fish, he disappears.

006.29 Hurrah, there is but young gleve for the owl globe wheels in

006.30 view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Him a being

006.31 so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee

006.32 peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought, platterplate.

006.33 Hum ! From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath

006.34 or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the

006.35 bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a

006.36 horn!) from fjord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him

Summary Page 6:

We attend the Wake. Twelve dismal citizens, sighing his praises, lay him out: “MacCool, MacCool, orra why did ye die?” There is a bottle of whisky at his feet, and a barrowload of Guinness’s over his head. [The scene begins to disintegrate. Outlines of the hills show through the lineaments of the wake.] Hurrah! It is all one and the same: Finnegan’s form is that of the landscape. Let us peep at him, prostrate. From Shopalist to Bailywick he calmly extensolies. By the bay winds he is bewailed.