Finnegans Wake Notes

087.01 being grilled, smiled (he had had a onebumper at parting from

087.02 Mrs Molroe in the morning) and stated to his eliciter under his

087.03 morse mustaccents (gobbless!) that he slept with a bonafides and

087.04 that he would be there to remember the filth of November,

087.05 hatinaring, rowdy O, which, with the jiboulees of Juno and the

087.06 dates of ould lanxiety, was going, please the Rainmaker, to

087.07 decembs within the ephemerides of profane history, all one with

087.08 Tournay, Yetstoslay and Temorah, and one thing which would

087.09 pigstickularly strike a person of such sorely tried observational

087.10 powers as Sam, him and Moffat, though theirs not to reason why,

087.11 the striking thing about it was that he was patrified to see, hear,

087.12 taste and smell, as his time of night, how Hyacinth O'Donnell,

087.13 B.A., described in the calendar as a mixer and wordpainter, with

087.14 part of a sivispacem (Gaeltact for dungfork) on the fair green

087.15 at the hour of twenty-four o'clock sought (the bullycassidy of

087.16 the friedhoffer!) to sack, sock, stab and slaughter singlehanded

087.17 another two of the old kings, Gush Mac Gale and Roaring

087.18 O'Crian, Jr., both changelings, unlucalised, of no address and

086.19 in noncommunicables, between him and whom, ever since wal-

086.20 lops before the Mise of Lewes, bad blood existed on the ground

087.21 of the boer's trespass on the bull or because he firstparted his

087.22 polarbeeber hair in twoways, or because they were creepfoxed

087.23 andt grousuppers over a nippy in a noveletta, or because they

087.24 could not say meace, (mute and daft) meathe. The litigants, he

087.25 said, local congsmen and donalds, kings of the arans and the dalk-

087.26 eys, kings of mud and tory, even the goat king of Killorglin,

087.27 were egged on by their supporters in the shape of betterwomen

087.28 with bowstrung hair of Carrothagenuine ruddiness, waving crim-

087.29 son petties and screaming from Isod's towertop. There were

087.30 cries from the thicksets in court and from the macdublins on the

087.31 bohernabreen* of: Mind the bank from Banagher, Mick, sir! Pro-

087.32 dooce O'Donner. Ay! Exhibit his relics! Bu! Use the tongue-

087.33 mor! Give lip less! But it oozed out in Deadman's Dark Scenery

087.34 Court through crossexanimation of the casehardened testis that

087.35 when and where that knife of knifes the treepartied ambush was

087.36 laid (roughly spouting around half hours 'twixt dusk in dawn,

Summary Page 87:

Remarkable evidence was given, anon, by an eye, ear, nose, and throat witness [Shem], who stated that he was pleased to remember the history making episode. One thing, he declared, which particularly struck him and his two companions [the Three Soldiers], though theirs was not to reason why,'!' Was how Hyacinth O’Donnell, B.A., with part of a dung-fork, on the fair green, at the hour of twenty-four o’clock, had sought to sack, sock, stab, and slaughter single-handed two of the old kings, Gush MacGale and Roaring O’Crian, Jr., both changelings and of no address, since which time there had been bad blood between the litigants, and no end of petty quarrels. The litigants, he said, had been egged on by their womenfolk. Hereupon there were cries and catcalls from the gallery.