Finnegans Wake Notes

[081.01-081.11]: our position — in the park.

081.01 Yes, the viability of vicinals if invisible is invincible. And we

081.02 are not trespassing on his corns either. Look at all the plotsch!

081.03 Fluminian! If this was Hannibal's walk it was Hercules' work.

081.04 And a hungried thousand of the unemancipated slaved the way.

081.05 The mausoleum lies behind us (O Adgigasta, multipopulipater!)

081.06 and there are milestones in their cheadmilias faultering along

081.07 the tramestrack by Brahm and Anton Hermes! Per omnibus

081.08 secular seekalarum. Amain. But the past has made us this present

081.09 of a rhedarhoad. So more boher O'Connell! Though rainy-

081.10 hidden, you're rhinohide. And if he's not a Romeo you may

081.11 scallop your hat. Wereupunder in the fane of Saint Fiacre! Halte!

[081.12-084.27]: yet another hostile assault — culminating in a truce and a police report.

081.12 It was hard by the howe's there, plainly on this disoluded and a

081.13 buchan cold spot, rupestric then, resurfaced that now is, that

081.14 Luttrell sold if Lautrill bought, in the saddle of the Brennan's

081.15 (now Malpasplace?) pass, versts and versts from true civilisation,

081.16 not where his dreams top their traums halt (Beneathere! Bena-

081.17 there!) but where livland yontide meared with the wilde, saltlea

081.18 with flood, that the attackler, a cropatkin, though under medium

081.19 and between colours with truly native pluck, engaged the Adver-

081.20 sary who had more in his eye than was less to his leg but whom for

081.21 plunder sake, he mistook in the heavy rain to be Oglethorpe or

081.22 some other ginkus, Parr aparrently, to whom the headandheel-

081.23 less chickenestegg bore some Michelangiolesque resemblance,

081.24 making use of sacrilegious languages to the defect that he would

081.25 challenge their hemosphores to exterminate them but he would

081.26 cannonise the bloody buggar's life out of him and lay him out

081.27 contritely as smart as the buggar had his bloody nightprayers

081.28 said, three patrecknocksters and a couplet of hellmuirries (tout

081.29 est sacré pour un sacreur, femme à barbe ou homme-nourrice) at the

081.30 same time, so as to plugg well let the blubbywail ghoats out of

081.31 him, catching holst of an oblong bar he had and with which he

081.32 usually broke furnitures he rose the stick at him. The boarder

081.33 incident prerepeated itself. The pair (whethertheywere Nippo-

081.34 luono engaging Wei-Ling-Taou or de Razzkias trying to recon-

081.35 noistre the general Boukeleff*, man may not say), struggled

081.36 apairently for some considerable time, (the cradle rocking equally

Summary Page 81:

Yes, the invisibles all around us can’t be downed. Look at all the slop that this one sent us! [He sent the Deluge.] And we weren’t trespassing on his corns either! There is a power, namely, that keeps us to the road. If this road was walked upon by Hannibal, it was built long before his day by Hercules, and a hundred thousand unemancipated performed the dirty work. [Now we consider our present position along this highway:] Behind us lies the mausoleum; before us stand the milestones; world without end, Amen. The past has made us this present of a road. A salute, therefore, to O’Connell, the Liberator (Emancipator). We’ve reached the church of St. Fiacre! Halt!

[Here we are at the scene of the famous encounter in the Park. And so, it may be possible to gather fresh information. We pause at this point in the highway to consider the ancient story, but the whole adventure has now assumed another cast. HCE is dead and gone. His story comes through thefigures of his sons. The following pages (81—93) are a foretaste of the battles of Shem and Shaun which are to dominate the chapters of Book II. [We begin with a fresh version of the encounter (81—84). We initiate a lame search for further evidence (84-85). We suddenly find ourselves again attending the trial—but it is a trial of Shaun, with Shem as the accuser, not of HCE arraigned by the populace of Erin.] 

Hard by the house here, where Liffey and yon tide do merge, the attackler, with truly native pluck, engaged the Adversary, whom he mistook to be Oglethorpe or some ginkus to whom he bore some resemblance. Making use of sacrilegious languages and catching holspof an oblong bar he had, he rose the stick at him.