Finnegans Wake Notes

068.01 one day while dodging chores that she stripped teasily for binocu-

068.02 lar man and that her jambs were jimpjoyed to see each other, the

068.03 nautchy girly soon found her fruitful hat too small for her and

068.04 rapidly taking time,look,she rapidly took to necking, partying

068.05 and selling her spare favours in the haymow or in lumber closets

068.06 or in the greenawn ad huck (there are certain intimacies in all

068.07 ladies' lavastories we just lease to imagination) or in the sweet

068.08 churchyard close itself for a bit of soft coal or an array of thin

068.09 trunks, serving whom in fine that same hot coney a la Zingara

068.10 which our own little Graunya of the chilired cheeks dished up

068.11 to the greatsire of Oscar, that son of a Coole. Houri of the coast

068.12 of emerald, arrah of the lacessive poghue, Aslim-all-Muslim, the

068.13 resigned to her surrender, did not she, come leinster's even, true

068.14 dotter of a dearmud, (her pitch was Forty Steps and his perch old

068.15 Cromwell's Quarters) with so valkirry a licence as sent many a

068.16 poor pucker packing to perdition, again and again, ay, and again

068.17 sfidare him, tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido, toos top-

068.18 ples topple, stop, dug of a dog of a dgiaour, ye! Angealousmei!

068.19 And did not he, like Arcoforty, farfar off Bissavolo, missbrand

068.20 her behaveyous with iridescent huecry of down right mean false

068.21 sop lap sick dope? Tawfulsdreck! A reine of the shee, a shebeen

068.22 quean, a queen of pranks. A kingly man, of royal mien, regally

068.23 robed, exalted be his glory! So gave so take: Now not, not now!

068.24 He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want.

068.25 Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead era,

068.26 hark! He hea, eyes ravenous on her lippling lills. He hear her voi

068.27 of day gon by. He hears! Zay, zay, zay! But, by the beer of his

068.28 profit, he cannot answer. Upterputty till rise and shine! Nor needs

068.29 none shaft ne stele from Phenicia or Little Asia to obelise on

068.30 the spout, neither pobalclock neither folksstone, nor sunkenness

068.31 in Tomar's Wood to bewray how erpressgangs score off the rued.

068.32 The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue

068.33 and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so long

068.34 till allearth's dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf. Tatcho,

068.35 tawney yeeklings! The column of lumps lends the pattrin of the

068.36 leaves behind us. If violence to life, limb and chattels, often as