Finnegans Wake Notes

080.01 there being no macadamised sidetracks on those old nekropolitan

080.02 nights in, barring a footbatter, Bryant's Causeway, bordered

080.03 with speedwell, white clover and sorrel a wood knows, which

080.04 left off, being beaten, where the plaintiff was struck, she

080.05 left down, as scavengers, who will be scavengers must, her

080.06 filthdump near the Serpentine in Phornix Park (at her time called

080.07 Finewell's Keepsacre but later tautaubapptossed* Pat's Purge),

080.08 that dangerfield circling butcherswood where fireworker oh

080.09 flaherty engaged a nutter of castlemallards and ah for archer

080.10 stunned's turk, all over which fossil footprints, bootmarks,

080.11 fingersigns, elbowdints, breechbowls, a. s. o. were all succes-

080.12 sively traced of a most envolving description. What subtler

080.13 timeplace of the weald than such wolfsbelly castrament to will

080.14 hide a leabhar from Thursmen's brandihands or a loveletter,

080.15 lostfully hers, that would be lust on Ma, than then when ructions

080.16 ended, than here where race began: and by four hands of fore-

080.17 thought the first babe of reconcilement is laid in its last cradle

080.18 of hume sweet hume. Give over it! And no more of it! So pass

080.19 the pick for child sake! O men!

[080.20-080.36]: then he spoke — and the girls fled away.

080.20 For hear Allhighest sprack for krischnians as for propagana

080.21 fidies and his nuptial eagles sharped their beaks of prey: and

080.22 every morphyl man of us, pome by pome, falls back into this

080.23 terrine: as it was let it be, says he! And it is as though where

080.24 Agni araflammed and Mithra monished and Shiva slew as maya-

080.25 mutras the obluvial waters of our noarchic memory withdrew,

080.26 windingly goharksome, to some hastyswasty timberman torch-

080.27 priest, flamenfan, the ward of the wind that lightened the fire that

080.28 lay in the wood that Jove bolt, at his rude word. Posidonius

080.29 O'Fluctuary! Lave that bloody stone as it is! What are you

080.30 doing your dirty minx and his big treeblock way up your path?

080.31 Slip around, you, by the rare of the ministers'! And, you, take

080.32 that barrel back where you got it, Mac Shane's, and go the way

080.33 your old one went, Hatchettsbury Road! And gish! how they

080.34 gushed away, the pennyfares, a whole school for scamper, with

080.35 their sashes flying sish behind them, all the little pirlypettes!

080.36 Issy-la-Chapelle! Any lucans, please?

Summary Page 80:

She declared that since there were no macadamized sidetracks on those old nekropolitan nights, she let down, as scavengers who will be scavengers must, her filth dump near the Serpentine in Phoenix Park (Again the “wholeborrow of rubbages” of p. 17. This time, however, not the old man but his better half is the one responsible. Finally, of course, the heap is composed of Humpty Dumpty fragments, and so it is the old man after all). At her time, the place was called “Finewell’s Keepsacre,” it was later tautaubapptossed “Pat’s Purge (Cf. p. 3, “to tauftauf thuartpeatrick.” The rubbage dump is Ireland). And she chose this place because all over it were the complicated traceries of the past: fossil footprints, boot marks, elbow dints, etc. What subtler time-place could anyone ask for the hiding of a love letter, than then when ructions ended and here where race began? It was precisely then-here that the first babe of reconcilement was laid, by four Promethean hands, in its last cradle of sweet earth.* It was precisely here that All-Highest spake! And His nuptial eagles sharped their beaks for prey: “As it was, let it be!” says He. And it was as though the flood waters withdrew at His rude word. “Posidonius O Fluctuary, lave that bloody stone as it is! And what are you doing there with that fellow, you dirty minx? Hustle you off to the minister! (Here is the voice, with a thick brogue, commanding All-Father and Kate Strong herself to put an end to their recklessness and settle down). You there, take that barrel back where you got it!” And gish, how they all did scamper! The entire school gushed away with their sashes flying, sish, behind them. [Thus concludes Kate’s brief sketch of the epochal day of the Thunderclap. That was the moment of the inception of the great Viconian corso, or road of human destiny. We pause now to consider, for a moment, the lesson of that thunderclap and this road.]

* The midden mound from which a letter is later to be extracted is here located in Phoenix Park. It is the place where All-Father and his woman were making love when the thunder crack was heard.