Finnegans Wake Notes

074.01 honoured (some Finn, some Finn avant!), he skall wake from

074.02 earthsleep, haught crested elmer, in his valle of briers of Green-

074.03 man's Rise O, (lost leaders live! the heroes return!) and o'er dun

074.04 and dale the Wulverulverlord (protect us!) his mighty horn skall

074.05 roll, orland, roll.

[074.06-074.12]: for God shall call him — his return will dispel the silence.

074.06 For in those deyes his Deyus shall ask of Allprohome

074.07 and call to himm: Allprohome! And he make answer: Add some.

074.08 Nor wink nor wunk. Animadiabolum, mene credidisti mortuum?

074.09 Silence was in thy faustive halls, O Truiga, when thy green

074.10 woods went dry but there will be sounds of manymirth on the

074.11 night's ear ringing when our pantriarch of Comestowntonobble

074.12 gets the pullover on his boots.

[074.13-074.19]: his body hibernates — he sleeps.

074.13 Liverpoor? Sot a bit of it! His braynes coolt parritch, his pelt

074.14 nassy, his heart's adrone, his bluidstreams acrawl, his puff but a

074.15 piff, his extremeties extremely so: Fengless, Pawmbroke, Chil-

074.16 blaimend and Baldowl. Humph is in his doge. Words weigh no

074.17 no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. Which we all

074.18 like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping.

074.19 Drain. Sdops.