it steeping and stuping since this time last wik. How many goes is 49 it I wonder I washed it? I know by heart the places he likes to saale, // duddurty devil! Scorching my hand and starving my famine to make his private linen public. Wallop it well with your battle and clean it. JAMES JOYCE My wrists are wrusty rubbing the mouldaw stains. And the dneepers of wet and the gangres of sin in it! What was it he did a tail at all on Animal Sendai? And how long was he under loch and neagh? It was put in the newses what he did, nicies and priers, the King fierceas Humphrey. [196] Reeve Gootch was right and Reeve Drughad was sinistrous! And the cut of him! And the strut of him! How he used to hold his head as high as a howeth, the famous eld duke alien, with a hump of grandeur on him like a walking wiesel rat. And his derry’s own drawl and his corksown blather and his doubling stutter and his gullaway swank. Ask Lictor Hackett or Lector Reade of Garda Growley or the Boy with the Billyclub. How elster is he a called at all? Qu’appelle? Huges Caput Earlyfouler. [197] Havemmarea, so he was! H.C.E. has a codfisck ee. Shyr she’s nearly as badher as him herself. Who? Anna Livia? Ay, Anna Livia. Do you know she was calling bakvandets sals from all around, nyumba noo, chamba choo, to go in till him. O, tell me all I want to hear, how loft she was lift a laddery dextro! A coneywink after the bunting fell. Letting on she didn’t care, sina feza, the proxenete! Tell me moher. Tell me moatst. [198]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD50 He had been belching for severn years. And there she was, // Anna Livia, she darent catch a winkle of sleep, purling around like a chit of a child, Wendawanda, a fingerthick, in a Lapsummer skirt and damazon cheeks, for to ishim bonzour to her dear dubber Dan. Is that a faith? That’s the fact. [199] And what was the wyerye rima she made! Odet! Odet! Tell me the trent of it while I’m lathering hail out of Denis Florence MacCarthy’s combies. Rise it, flut ye, pian piena! I’m dying down off my iodine feet until I lerryn Anna Livia’s cushingloo. [200] Listen now. Are you listening? Yes, yes! Idneed I am! Tarn your ore ouse! Essonne inne! Onon! Onon! tell me more. Tell me every tiny teign. I want to know every single ingul. [201] Heehaw! She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she must, more than most. Shoal she was, gidgad. She had a flewmen of her owen. Then a toss nare scared that lass, so aimai moe, that’s agapo! Tell me, tell me, how cam she camlin through all her fellows, the neckar she was, the diveline? She thought she’s sankh neathe the ground with nymphant shame when he gave her thetigris eye! O happy fault! Me wish it was he! You’re wrong there, corribly wrong! Tisn’t only tonight you’re anacheronistic! It was ages behind. [202]
Describe her! Hustle along, why can’t you? Spitz on the iern 51 while it’s hot. I wouldn’t miss her for irthing on nerthe. Not for the // lucre of lomba strait. JAMES JOYCE [207] But O, gihon! I lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure and moravar again. Regn onder river. Flies do your float. Thick is the life for mere. Well, you know or don’t you kennet or haven’t I told you every telling has a taling and that’s the he and the she of it. Look, look, the dusk is growing! My branches lofty are taking root. And my cold cher’s gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. ‘Tis endless now senne eye or erewone last saw Waterhouse’s clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh. When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach! I’d want to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! [213] Ah, but she was the queer old skeowsha anyhow, Anna Livia, trinkettoes! And sure he was the quare old buntz too, Dear Dirty Dumpling, foostherfather of fingalls and dotthergills. Gammer and gaffer we’re all their gangsters. Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle’s to be. Northmen’s thing made southfolk’s place but howmulty plurators made eachone in person? Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed into oure eryan! Hircus Civis Eblanensis! Can’t hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. I feel [215]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD52 as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were Shem // and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night! [216]
IX 53 JAMES JOYCE // *** Glugg (Shem), Chuff (Shaun), Issy, their girl friends and other customers are in a pub. They are all introduced to the readers as if they were characters from a dramaturgical text and they dialogue. There is a debate, they speak of Chuff (Shaun) and Glugg (Shem). The children must be saved from the trickeries of a “cunning” bad wolf. Glugg and Chuff take care of their sister and her friends. They pray and give thanks for the protection. There is a revelation. Everybody sings. Applause and silence, the play is over. *** Every evening at lighting up o’clock sharp and until further notice in Feenichts Playhouse. (Bar and conveniences always open, Diddlem Club douncestears.) Entrancings: gads, a scrab; the quality, one large shilling. Newly billed for each wickeday perfumance. Somndoze massinees. By arraignment, childream’s hours, expercatered. The Mime of Mick, Nick and the Maggies, adopted from the Ballymooney Bloodriddon Murther by Bluechin Blackdillain (authorways ‘Big Storey’), featuring: GLUGG (Mr Seumas McQuillad, hear the riddles between the robot in his dress circular and the gagster in the rogues’ gallery) [219]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD54 THE FLORAS (Girl Scouts from St. Bride’s Finishing // Establishment, demand acidulateds) IZOD (Miss Butys Pott, ask the attendantess for a leaflet CHUFF (Mr Sean O’Mailey, see the chalk and sanguine pictograph on the safety drop) ANN (Miss Corrie Corriendo, Grischun scoula, bring the babes, Pieder, Poder and Turtey, she mistributes mandamus monies, after perdunamento, hendrud aloven entrees, pulcinellis must not miss our national rooster’s rag) HUMP (Mr Makeall Gone, read the sayings from Laxdalesaga in the programme about King Ericus of Schweden and the spirit’s whispers in his magical helmet) [220] THE CUSTOMERS (Components of the Afterhour Courses at St. Patricius’ Academy for Grownup Gentlemen, consult the annuary, coldporters sibsuction) SAUNDERSON (Mr Knut Oelsvinger, Tiffsdays off, wouldntstop in bad, imitation of flatfish, torchbearing supperaape, dud halfsovereign, no chee daily, rolly pollsies, Glen of the Downs, the Gugnir, his geyswerks, his earsequack, his lokistroki, o.s.v.) KATE (Miss Rachel Lea Varian, she tells forkings for baschfellors, under purdah of card palmer teaput tosspot Madam d’Elta, during the pawses) Time: the pressant. Shadows by the film folk, masses by the good people. [221]
An argument follows. 55 Chuffy was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like // likening. Fools top! Singty, sangty, meekly loose, defendy nous from prowlabouts. Make a shine on the curst. Emen. JAMES JOYCE But the duvlin sulph was in Glugger, that lost-to-lurning. Punct. [222] If Arck could no more salve his agnols from the wiles of willy wooly woolf! If all the airish signics of her dipandump helpabit from an Father Hogam till the Mutther Masons could not that Glugg to catch her by the calour of her brideness! Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; not Esmeralde, Pervinca nor Indra; not Viola even nor all of them four themes over. But, the monthage stick in the melmelode jawr, I am (twintomine) all thees thing. What is that, O holytroopers? Isot givin yoe? [223] Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther. Truly deplurabel! A dire, O dire! And all the freightfullness whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Sometime towerable! [224] Otherwised, holding their noises, they insinuate quiet private, Ni, he make peace in his preaches and play with esteem. Warewolff! Olff! Toboo!
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD56 And Shim shallave shome. Off to clutch, Glugg! Forwhat! // Shape your reres, Glugg! Foreweal! Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff ’s inners even. All’s rice with their whorl! [225] Poor Isa sits a glooming so gleaming in the gloaming; the tincelles a touch tarnished wind no lovelinoise awound her swan’s. For though she’s unmerried she’ll after truss up and help that hussyband how to hop. Hip it and trip it and chirrub and sing. Lord Chuffy’s sky sheraph and Glugg’s got to swing. [226] Go in for scribenery with the satiety of arthurs in S.P.Q.R.ish and inform to the old sniggering publicking press and its nation of sheepcopers about the whole plighty troth between them, malady of milady made melodi of malodi, she, the lalage of lyonesses, and him, her knave arrant. [229] But, Sin Showpanza, could anybroddy which walked this world with eyes whiteopen have looked twinsomer than the kerl he left behind him? They’ve come to chant en chor. [234] A pause. Their orison arises misquewhite as Osman glory, ebbing wasteward, leaves to the soul of light its fading silence (allahah lahlah lah!), a turquewashed sky. Then:
— Xanthos! Xanthos! Xanthos! We thank to thine, mighty 57 innocent, that diddest bring it off fuitefuite. // [235] JAMES JOYCE It’s his last lap, Gigantic, fare him weal! Revelation! A fact. True bill. By a jury of matrons. Hump for humbleness, dump for dirts. And, to make a long stoney badder and a whorly show a parfect sight, his Thing went the wholyway retup Suffrogate Strate. [242] It darkles, (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. [244] Irrelevance. All sing: — I rose up one maypole morning and saw in my glass how nobody loves me but you. Ugh. Ugh. All point in the shem direction as if to shun. — My name is Misha Misha but call me Toffey Tough. I mean Mettenchough. It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. Ogh! Ogh! Her reverence. All laugh. [249] Home all go. Halome. For here the holy language. Soons to come. To pausse. ‘Tis goed. Het best. [256]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD58 Upploud! // The play thou schouwburgst, Game, here endeth. The curtain drops by deep request. Uplouderamain! [257] Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low! Ha he hi ho hu. Mummum. [259]
X 59 // *** JAMES JOYCE The children are having their tea and doing their homework, there are annotations in both margins (Shem is the one writing in the left margin, Shaun in the right, named Dolph and Kev, respectively). There are footnotes as well, it’s almost an academic paper. They are studying history, law, literature, music, etc. 1 *** As we there are where are UNDE ET UBI. we are we there from tomtittot to teetootomtotalitarian. Tea tea too oo. With his broad Whom will comes over. Who SIC. and hairy face, to caps ever. And howelse do we to Ireland a hook our hike to find that pint of disgrace. porter place? Am shot, says the big guard.1 [260] 1 Rawmeash, quoshe with her girlic teangue. If old Herod with the Corm well’s eczema was to go for me like he does Snuffler whatever about his blue canaries I’d do nine months for his beaver beard.
60 CONSTITU- // TION OF But, to speak broken THE FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD CONSTITU- heaventalk, is he? Who is TIONABLE he? Whose is he? Why is he? Howmuch is he? Which is he? AS CONSTI- When is he? Where is he? How TUTIONAL. is he?2 [261]2 Swing the banjo, A password, thanks. bantams, bou- Yes, pearse. nce-the-baller’s Well, all be dumbed! blown to fook. O really?3 Hoo cavedin earthwight At furscht kracht of thunder.4 [262] In these places sojournemus, THE LOCA- where Eblinn water, leased of LISATION carr and fen, leaving amont OF LEGEND her shoals and salmen browses, LEADING TO whom inshore breezes woo THE LEGA- with freshets, windeth to her LISATION OF broads. LATIFUNDISM. [264] 2 Bhing, said her burglar’s head, soto poce her. 3 O Evol, kool in the salg and ees how Dozi pits what a drows er. 4 A goodrid croven in a tynwalled tub.
Soon jemmijohns will cud- EARLY NO- 61 gel about some a rhythma- TIONS OF // tick or other over Browne and Will you carry Nolan’s divisional tables whe- ACQUIRED JAMES JOYCE my can and reas she, of minions’ novence RIGHTS AND fight the fairies? charily being cupid, for mug’s wumping, grooser’s grubbi- THE IN- ness, andt’s avarice and gros- FLUENCE OF sopper’s grandegaffe, with her COLLECTIVE tootpettypout of jemenfichue TRADITION will sit and knit on solfa sofa.5 Stew of the evening, booksyful UPON THE stew. And a bodikin a boss in INDIVIDUAL. the Thimble Theatre. 5[268] Dark ages clasp the daisy PANOPTICAL roots, Stop, if you are a sally of PURVIEW OF the allies. Please stop if you’re a B.C. minding missy, please do. POLITICAL But should you prefer A.D. step- PROGRESS please. And if you miss with a AND THE venture it serves you girly well FUTURE PRE- glad. SENTATION OF THE PAST. [272] 5 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
62 Quick quake Spell me the chimes. They // quokes the par- are tales all tolled.6 Today is rotbook of dates. well thine but where’s may FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD tomorrow be. [275]67 Uncle Flabbius Johnny Post: pack, puck. Muximus to Niecia Flappia All the world’s in want and Minnimiss. As is writing a letters.7 A letters this is. And as from a person to a place about this this is. Dear a thing. And all the world’s on Brotus, land wish to be carrying a letters. A me arrears. letters to a king about a treasure Rockaby, babel, from a cat.8 flatten a wall. When men want to write a letters. Ten men, ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a ladder. And den men, dun men, fen men, fun men, hen men, hun men went to raze a leader. [278]8 Can you write us a last line? [302] 6 Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born. 7 To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And when you’re done push the chain. 8 With her modesties office.
NIGHTLETTER 63 // With our best youlldied greedings to Pep and Memmy JAMES JOYCE and the old folkers below and beyant, wishing them all very merry Incarnations in this land of the livvey and plenty of preprosperousness through their coming new yonks from jake, jack and little sousoucie (the babes that mean too) [308]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD64 XI // *** In a pub the customers are drinking Guinness and telling diverse stories: mixing fables, biblical anecdotes and jokes. The customers get excited. Once again they talk about Anna Livia and HCE. A dialogue develops between Taff (Shaun) and Butt (Shem). They try to find out whether HCE is guilty or innocent of the crime he is accused of, and his supposed origens are discussed. *** It may not or maybe a no concern of the Guinnesses but. That the fright of his light in tribalbalbutience hides aback in the doom of the balk of the deaf but that the height of his life from a bride’s eye stammpunct is when a man that means a mountain barring his distance wades a lymph that plays the lazy winning she likes yet that pride that bogs the party begs the glory of a wake while the scheme is like your rumba round me garden. [309] House of call is all their evenbreads though its cartomance hallucinate like an erection in the night the mummery of whose deed, a lur of Nur, immerges a mirage in a merror. [310]
Group drinkards maaks grope thinkards or how reads rotary. 65 [312] // In conflict of evidence drew a kick at witness but (missed) JAMES JOYCE and for whom in the dyfflun’s kiddy removed the planks they were wanted, boob. Bump! Bothallchoractorschumminaroundgansumuminarumdrums- trumtruminahumptadumpwaultopoofoolooderamaunsturnup! [314] — Good marrams, sagd he, freshwatties and boasterdes all, as he put into bierhiven, nogeysokey first, cabootle segund, jilling to windwards, as he made straks for that oerasound the snarsty weg for Publin. [315] — Good marrams and good merrymills, sayd good mothers gossip, bobbing his bowing both ways. Here you are back on your hawkins, from Blasil the Brast to our povotogesus portocall, the furt on the turn of the hurdies, slave to trade, vassal of spices and a dragon-the-market. [316] I have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in Annapolis, my youthrib city. [318] What hopends to they? [324]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD66 Anna Lynchya Pourable! One and eleven. United We Stand, // even many offered. Don’t forget. [325] He goat a berth. And she cot a manege. And wohl’s gorse mundom ganna wedst. Knock knock. War’s where! Which war? The Twwinns. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock. [330] He knows he’s just thrilling and she’s sure she’d squeam. [331] A public plouse. Citizen soldiers. TAFF (a smart boy, of the peat freers, thirty two eleven, looking through the roof towards a relevution of the karmalife order privious to his hoisting of an emergency umberolum in byway of paraguastical solation to the rhyttel in his hedd). Tell ever so often? BUTT (mottledged youth, clergical appealance, who, as his pied friar, is supposing to motto the sorry dejester in tifftaff toffiness or to be digarced from ever and a daye in his accounts). But da. But dada, mwilshsuni. Till even so aften. Sea vaast a pool! [338] [Up to this curkscraw bind an admirable verbivocovisual presentment of the worldrenownced Caerholme Event has been being given by The Irish Race and World]. [341]
Nightclothesed, arooned, the conquerods sway. After their 67 battle thy fair bosom. // — That is too tootrue enough in Solidan’s Island as in Moltern JAMES JOYCE Giaourmany and from the Amelakins off to date back to land of engined Egypsians, [355] Group A. Attention! Stand at!! Ease!!! We are now diffusing among our lovers of this sequence (to you! to you!) the dewfolded song of the naughtingels. [359] Back to Droughty! The water of the face has flowed. [361] What he gave was as a pattern, he, that hun of a horde, is a finn as she, his tent wife, is a lap, at home on a steed, abroad by the fire. [362] He sprit in his phiz (baccon!). He salt to their bis (pudden!). He toockled her palam (so calam is solom!). And he suked their friends’ leave (bonnick lass, fair weal!) — Guilty but fellows culpows! [363]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD68 The desire of Miriam is the despair of Marian as Joh Joseph’s // beauty is Jacq Jacob’s grief. [366] They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written. Fidelisat. [369] You were in the same boat of yourselves too. [370] O! Our island, Rome and duty! Well tried, buckstiff! Batt in, boot! First you were Nomad, next you were Namar, now you’re Numah and it’s soon you’ll be Nomon. Hence counsels Ecclesiast. Secret things other persons place there covered not. [374] So sailed the stout ship Nansy Hans. From Liff away. For Nattenlaender. As who has come returns. Farvel, farerne! Goodbark, goodbye! Now follow we out by Starloe! [382]
XII 69 JAMES JOYCE // *** After the night at the pub, HCE goes to bed, and it turns into boat (Noah’s ark). His story gets mixed up with the one about Tristan and Isolde. The feet of the bed are transformed into four judges, namely Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, who tell stories from another era and confuse the story of Tristan and Isolde with the one about Anna Livia and HCE. *** — Three quarks for Muster Mark! Hohohoho, moulty Mark! You’re the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah’s ark. And you think you’re cock of the wark. That song sang seaswans. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big kuss of Trustan with Usolde. And there they were too. [383] They were the big four, the four maaster waves of Erin, all listening, four. Here now we are the four of us: old Matt Gregory
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD70 and old Marcus and old Luke Tarpey: the four of us and sure, thank // God, there are no more of us: and, sure now, you wouldn’t go and forget and leave out the other fellow and old Johnny MacDougall. Isolamisola, and whisping and lisping her about Trisolanisans, they all four remembored who made the world and how they used to be at that time in the vulgar ear. [384] It brought the dear prehistoric scenes all back again, as fresh as of yore, Matt and Marcus, natural born lovers of nature, in all her moves and senses, and after that now there he was, that mouth of mandibles, vowed to purê beauty, and his Arrah-na-poghue, when she murmurously, after she let a cough, gave her firm order. [385] That reminds me about the manausteriums of the poor Marcus of Lyons and poor Johnny, the patrician, and what do you think of the four of us and there they were now, listening right enough, the four saltwater widowers, and all they could remembore, long long ago in the olden times Momonian, throw darker hour sorrows, the princest day, when Fair Margrate waited Swede Villem, and Lally in the rain, with the blank prints, now extincts, after the wreakof Wormans’ Noe. [387] Queh? Quos? [389] And poor Mark or Marcus Bowandcoat, because he forgot to remember to sign an old morning proxy paper, a writing in request to hersute herself and he was so sorry, he was really, because he left the bootybutton in the handsome cab and now, tell the truth, unfriends
never, (she was his first messes dogess and it was a very pretty peltry 71 and there // [391] JAMES JOYCE were faults on both sides) well, he attempted (or so they say) ah, now, forget and forgive. [392] There was this, wellyoumaycallher, a strapping modern old ancient Irish prisscess, so and so hands high, such and such paddock weight, in her madapolam smock, nothing under her hat but red hair and solid ivory. Could you blame her, we’re saying, for one psocoldlogical moment? [396] But, sure, that reminds me now, like another tellmastory repeating yourself, how they used to be in lethargy’s love, at the end of it all. [397] Hear, O hear, Iseult la belle! Tristan, sad hero, hear! [398] It was of a wet good Friday too she was ironing and, as I’m given now to understand, she was always mad gone on me. Grand goosegreasing we had entirely with an allnight eiderdown bed picnic to follow. Mattheehew, Markeehew, Lukeehew, Johnheehewheehew! Haw!
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD72 And still a light moves long the river. And stiller the mermen // ply their keg. Its pith is full. The way is free. Their lot is cast. So, to john for a john, johnajeams, led it be! [399]
XIII 73 JAMES JOYCE // *** HCE is sleeping deeply. Everybody calls for Shaun, the postman, the messenger saint that will bring some good news. He brings Anna Livia’s letter in favour of HCE and tells everybody the fable “The Ondt and the Gracehoper”. Once more they discuss Anna Livia’s letter, brought by Shaun and re-written by Shem. The letter gets mixed up with Aesop’s fable. *** Hark! The nose of the man who was nought like the nasoes. She, exhibit next, his Anastashie. Methought as I was dropping asleep somepart in nonland of where’s please (and it was when you and they were we) I heard at zero hour as ‘twere the peal of vixen’s laughter among midnight’s chimes. [403] And as I was jogging along in a dream as dozing I was dawdling, arrah, methought broadtone was heard and the creepers and the gliders and flivvers of the earth breath and the dancetongues of the woodfires and the hummers in their ground all vociferated echoating: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post! [404]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD74 YetmethoughtShaun(holymessongerangelsbeuninterruptedly // nudging him among and along the winding ways of random ever!) Shaun in proper person (now may all the blueblacksliding constellations continue to shape his changeable timetable!) stood before me. [405] He’s deeply draiming! Houseanna! [406] How all too unwordy am I, a mere mailman of peace, a poor loust hastehater of the first degree. [408] Since it came into my hands I am hopeless off course to be doing anything concerning. — We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed, but from franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn out, we hear to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter. Speak to us of Emailia. [410] — Be trouz and wholetrouz! Otherwise, frank Shaun, we pursued, what would be the a utobiography of your softbodied fumiform? — Hooraymost! None whomsoever, Shaun replied, Heavenly blank! [413]
Quoniam, I am as plain as portable enveloped. 75 — So vi et! we responded. Song! Shaun, song! Have mood! // Hold forth! — I apologuise, Shaun began, but I would rather spinooze you JAMES JOYCE one from the grimm gests of Jacko and Esaup, fable one, feeble too. Let us here consider the casus, my dear little cousis (husstenhassten- caffincoffintussemtossemdamandamnacosaghcusaghhobixhatoux- peswchbechoscashlcarcarcaract) of the Ondt and the Gracehoper. [414] In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen. — Now? How good you are in explosition! How farflung is your fokloire and how velktingeling your volupkabulary! [419] Letter, carried of Shaun, son of Hek, written of Shem, brother of Shaun, uttered for Alp, mother of Shem, for Hek, father of Shaun. Initialled. Gee. Gone. 29 Hardware Saint. Lendet till Laonum. Baile- Atha-Cliath. 31 Jan. 1132 A.D. Here Commerces Enville. [420] She, the mammy far, was put up to it by him, the iniquity that ought to be depraved of his libertins to be silenced. [421] — May we petition you, Shaun illustrious, then, to put his prentis’ pride in your aproper’s purse and to unravel in your own sweet way with words of style to your very and most obsequient, we suggested, with yet an esiop’s foible, as to how? [422]
76 — For his root language, if you ask me whys, Shaun replied, as he blessed himself devotionally like a crawsbomb, making act of obli- // vion, footinmouther! (what the thickuns else?) which he picksticked FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD into his lettruce invrention. Ullhodturdenweirmudgaardgringnirur- drmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrrerinsurtkrinmgernrackina- rockar! Thor’s for yo! — The hundredlettered name again, last word of perfect language. But you could come near it, we do suppose, strong Shaun O’, we foresupposed. How? — Peax! Peax! Shaun replied in vealar penultimatum. [424] — Outragedy of poetscalds! Acomedy of letters! I have them all, tame, deep and harried, in my mine’s I. [425] In any case, timus tenant, may the tussocks grow quickly under your trampthickets and the daisies trip lightly over your battercops. [428]
XIV 77 // *** JAMES JOYCE Jaun (Shaun) is the central character. He avaliates his sister and her 28 friends from school who are talking of obscene matters. Shaun advises his sister to follow what her family has taught her. He also seeks the advice of a priest. Afterwards, he goes back to warning his sister to be careful with her girl friends in case they try to seduce her. HCE appears and asks the girls to drink for his awakening. Once again they talk about his bad habits. *** Jaunty Jaun. He was there. [429] Now, there were as many as twentynine hedge daughters out of Benent Saint Berched’s national nightschool (for they seemed to remember how it was still a once-upon-a-four year) learning their antemeridian lesson of life. They could frole by his manhood that he was just the killingest ladykiller all by kindness, now you, Jaun, asking kindlily (hillo, missies!) after their howareyous at all with those of their dollybegs (and where’s Agatha’s lamb? and how are Bernadetta’s columbillas? and Juliennaw’s tubberbunnies? and Eulalina’s [430]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD78 tuggerfunnies?) he next went on (finefeelingfit!) to drop a few stray // remarks. Jaun, after those few prelimbs made out through his eroscope the apparition of his fond sister Izzy, poor, good, true, Jaun! — Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express cordiality. This is the gross proceeds of your teachings in which we were raised, you, sis, that used to write to us the exceeding nice letters for presentation and would be telling us anun (full well do we wont to recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of homespinning and derringdo and dieobscure and daddyho. [431] Now then, after this introit of exordium, my galaxy girls, quiproquo of directions to henservants I was asking his advice on the strict T.T. from Father Mike, P.P., my orational dominican and confessor doctor, C.C.D.D. [432] Up leather, Prunella, convert your try! [435] Dear Sister, in perfect leave again I say take a brokerly advice and keep it to yourself that we, Jaun, first of our name here now make all receptacles of free of price. Easy, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. [439]
Trip over sacramental tea into the long lives of our saints and 79 saucerdotes. Keep cool your fresh chastity which is far better far. // [440] JAMES JOYCE The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime. I’ll have it in for you. I’ll teach you bed minners, tip for tap, to be playing your oddaugghter tangotricks with micky dazzlers. [444] For your own good, you understand, for the man who lifts his pud to a woman is saving the way for kindness. [445] O, the vanity of Vanissy! All ends vanishing! [449] Sissibis dearest, the Vico road goes round and round to meet where terms begin. [452] So now, I’ll ask of you, let ye create no scenes in my poor primmafore’s wake. Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart as you can lower it! [453] I will write down all your names in my gold pen and ink. [460]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD80 He has novel ideas I know and he’s a jarry queer fish betimes, // I grant you, and cantanberous, the poisoner of his word, but lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, I’m enormously full of that foreigner, I’ll say I am! [463] After poor Jaun the Boast’s last fireless words of postludium of his soapbox speech ending in’sheaven, twentyaid add one with a flirt of wings were pouring to his bysistance. [469] A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how theybelieve that they believe that they know. Wherefore they wail. [470] Brave footsore Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye! The silent cock shall crow at last. The west shall shake the east awake. Walk while ye have the night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer, morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep. Amain. [473]
XV 81 JAMES JOYCE // *** Shaun is now Yawn. He sleeps on the top of a hill and is mixed up with the legendary Irish giant Finn MacCool, who would rise to save Ireland from danger. In the middle of his dream he is also mixed up with HCE and interrogated by four judges. They don’t know what language they are speaking, and that’s the way the interrogation proceeds. *** Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed landshape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staff of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, of cause, but his drama parapolylogic had yet to be, affact. [474] There would he lay till they would him descry, spancelled down upon a blossomy bed. Those four claymen clomb together to hold their sworn starchamber quiry on him. For he was ever their quarrel, the way they would see themselves. [475]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD82 And it is what they began to say to him tetrahedrally then, the // masters, what way was he. — He’s giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived. — Yerra, why dat, my leader? — Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah? — Or he’s rehearsing somewan’s funeral. — Whisht outathat! Hubba’s up! [477] — Hep! Hello there, Bill of old Bailey! Whu’s he? Whu’s this lad, why the pups? — Hunkalus Childared Easterheld. It’s his lost chance, Emania Ware him well. [480] — Are we speachin d’anglas landadge or are you sprakin sea Djoytsch? [485] — Pious, a pious person. What sound of tistress isoles my ear? I horizont the same, this serpe with ramshead, and lay it lightly to your lip a little. What do you feel, liplove? — I feel a fine lady … floating on a stillstream of isisglass … with gold hair to the bed … and white arms to the twinklers … O la la! [486]
— My child, know this! Some portion of that answer appears to 83 have been token by you from the writings of Saint Synodius, // [487] JAMES JOYCE that first liar. Let us hear. — When himupon Nola Bruno monopolises his egobruno most unwillingly seses by the mortal powers alionola equal and opposite brunoipso, id est, eternally provoking alio opposite equally as provoked as Bruno at being eternally opposed by Nola. Poor omniboose, singalow singelearum: so is he! [488] — As you sing it it’s a study. That letter selfpenned to one’s other, that neverperfect everplanned? — This nonday diary, this allnights newseryreel. [489] — Was he vector victored of victim vexed? — Mighty sure! [490] — How voice you that, nice Sandy man? — Loonacied! Marterdyed!! Madwakemiherculossed!!! Judascessed!!!! Pairaskivvymenassed!!!!! Luredogged!!!!!! And, needatellye, faulscrescendied!!!!!!! [492]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD84 — Which was said by whem to whom? // — It wham. But whim I can’t whumember. — Fantasy! funtasy on fantasy, amnaes fintasies! [493] — The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the groun. The dead giant manalive! They’re playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the Gael! Hop! Whu’s within? — Dovegall and finshark, they are ring to the rescune! — Zinzin. Zinzin. — Crum abu! Cromwell to victory! [500] SILENCE. Act drop. Stand by! Blinders! Curtain up. Juice, please! Foots! — Hello! Are you Cigar shank and Wheat? — I gotye. Gobble Ann’s Carrot Cans. — Parfey. Now, after that justajiff siesta, just permit me a moment. — Lewd’s carol! Was there rain by any chance, mistandew? [501] — He is a man of around fifty, struck on Anna Lynsha’s Pekoe with milk and whisky, who does messuages and has more dirt on him than an old dog has fleas? [506]
— Would you blame him at all stages? 85 — I believe in many an old stager. But what seemed sooth to a // Greek summed nooth to a giantle. JAMES JOYCE [509] — I believe you. Taiptope reelly, O reely! [512] — Hunt her orchid! Gob and he found it on her right enough! With her shoes upon his shoulders. [530] — I waged love on her: and spoiled her undines. And she wept: O my lors! — But I was firm with her. And I did take the reached of my delights, my jealousy. [547] And she lalaughed in her diddydid domino to the switcheries of the whip. Down with them! Kick! Playup! Mattahah! Marahah! Luahah! Joahanahanahana! [554]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD86 XVI // *** HCE and Anna Livia are lying in bed again and wake up scared by the tumultuous dreams they’ve had. They talk about the Porters and what they read in the newspaper. Their son (Shem) wakes up, he may have had a nightmare. The parents calm him down. They are all sleepy, and between sleep and awakeness the judgement of HCE continues. The dreams are circular. *** What was thaas? Fog was whaas? Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth. But really now whenabouts? Expatiate then how much times we live in. Yes? So, nat by night by naught by naket, in those good old lousy days gone by, the days, shall we say? of Whom shall we say? [555] Night by silentsailing night while infantina Isobel (who will be blushing all day to be, when she growed up one Sunday, Saint Holy and Saint Ivory, when she took the veil, the beautiful presentation nun, so barely twenty, in her pure coif, sister Isobel, and next Sunday, Mistlemas, when she looked a peach, the beautiful Samaritan, still as beautiful and still in her teens, nurse Saintette Isabelle, the wonderful
widow of eighteen springs) for she was the only girl they loved, 87 deeply, now evencalm lay sleeping. // [556] JAMES JOYCE And the whites of his pious eyebulbs swering her to silence and coort. [557] If he was still extremely offensive to a score, so prays of his faulltthis sentence to be carried out tomorrowmorn by Nolans Volans at six o’clock shark, niece by nice by neat by natty, in their bed of trial. A cry off. Where are we at all? and whenabouts in the name of space? I don’t understand. I fail to say. I dearsee you too. [558] Tell me something. The Porters, so to speak, after their shadowstealers in the newsbaggers, are very nice people, are they not? Very. [560] And since we are talking amnessly of brukasloop crazedledaze, who doez in sleeproom number twobis? The twobirds. Holy policeman, O, I see! Do not you waken him! Our farheard bode. He is happily to sleep, limb of the Lord, with his lifted in blessing. [562]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD88 O, foetal sleep! Ah, fatal slip! the one loved, the other left, the // bride of pride leased to the stranger! [563] I have heard her voice somewhere else’s before me in these ears still that now are for mine. Let op. Slew musies. Thunner in the eire. You were dreamend, dear. The pawdrag? The fawthrig? Shoe! Hear are no phanthares in the room at all, avikkeen. [565] In the sleepingchambers. The court to go into half morning. [566] Sing: Old Finncoole, he’s a mellow old saoul when he swills with his fuddlers free! [569] Listen, listen! I am doing it. Hear more to those voices! Always I am hearing them. Horsehem coughs enough. Annshee lispes privily. [571] He is considered to have committed, invoking droit d’oreiller, simple infidelities with Felicia, a virgin, and to be practising for unnatural coits with Eugenius and Jeremias, two or three philadelphians. [572]
The witness, at her own request, asked if she might and wrought 89 something between the sheets of music paper. // [575] JAMES JOYCE Bogy Bobow with his cunnyngnest couchmare, Big Maester Finnykin with Phenicia Parkes, lame of his ear and gape of her leg, most correctingly, we beseach of you, down their laddercase of nightwatch service and bring them at suntime flush with the nethermost gangrung of their stepchildren. [576] Dawn! The nape of his nameshielder’s scalp. Halp! After having drummed all he dun. Hun! Worked out to an inch of his core. More! Ring down. While the queenbee he staggerhorned blesses her bliss for to feel her funnyman’s functions Tag. Rumbling. Tiers, tiers and tiers. Rounds. [590]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD90 XVII // *** The family awakes and convokes everybody to wake up too. They pray before getting of of their beds. They are waiting for letters that Shaun will bring. HCE wants to know whether his son knows anything about a crime. Juva (Shaun) and Muta (Shem) talk about their parents. Anna Livia is transformed into river and gains a voice in a final monologue. In a way that one could say that partly, the narrator of the book is a woman, Anna Livia, who is also mixed up with her daughter Issy. *** Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrection! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O rally! Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can be. Seek you somany matters. Haze sea east to Osseania. Here! Here! Tass, Patt, Staff, Woff, Havv, Bluvv and Rutter. The smog is lofting. And already the olduman’s olduman has godden up on othertimes to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme feehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers’ aube? [593] Polycarp pool, the pool of Innalavia, whereinn once we lave ‘tis alve and vale, minnyhahing here from hiarwather, a poddlebridges
in a passabed, the river of lives, the regenerations of the incarnations 91 of the emanations of the apparentations of Funn and Nin in // Cleethabala, the kongdomain of the Alieni. JAMES JOYCE [600] S. Wilhelmina’s, S. Gardenia’s, S. Phibia’s, S. Veslandrua’s, S. Clarinda’s, S. Immecula’s, S. Dolores Delphin’s, S. Perlanthroa’s, S. Errands Gay’s, S. Eddaminiva’s, S. Rhodamena’s, S. Ruadagara’s, S. Drimicumtra’s, S. Una Vestity’s, S. Mintargisia’s, S. Misha-La-Valse’s, S. Churstry’s, S. Clouonaskieym’s, S. Bellavistura’s, S. Santamonta’s, S. Ringsingsund’s, S. Heddadin Drade’s, S. Glacianivia’s, S. Waidafrira’s, S. Thomassabbess’s and (trema! unloud!! pepet!!!) S. Loellisotoelles! Prayfulness! Prayfulness! Euh! Thaet is seu whaet shaell one naeme it! The meidinogues have tingued togethering. Ascend out of your bed, cavern of a trunk, and shrine! [601] Here’s heering you in a guessmasque, latterman! And such an improofment! As royt as the mail and as fat as a fuddle! Schoen! Shoan! Shoon the Puzt! A penny for your thought abouts! Bring us this days our maily bag! But receive me, my frensheets, from the emerald dark winterlong! Heard you the crime, senny boy? Where or he, our loved among many? [603] Who now, confirmed a Strong and perfect christian, blessed Kevin, exorcised his holy sister [605]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD92 water, perpetually chaste, so that, well understanding, she should fill // to midheight his tubbathaltar, which hanbathtub [606] It is their segnall for old Champelysied to seek the shades of his retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan’s Wake. [607] The Phoenican wakes. [608] When the messanger of the risen sun (see other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each happening her houram. The while we, we are waiting, we are waiting for. Hymn. Juva: Dies is Dorminus master and commandant illy tonobrass. Muta: Diminussed aster! An I could peecieve amonkst the gatherings who ever they wolk in process? [609] Juva: Sec! Wartar wartar! Wett. Muta: Ad Piabelle et Purabelle? Juva: At Winne, Woermann og Sengs. [610]
What has gone? How it ends? 93 Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with // all gestures, in each our word. Today’s truth, tomorrow’s trend. Forget, remember! JAMES JOYCE [614] Alma Luvia, Pollabella. P.S. Soldier Rollo’s sweetheart. And she’s about fetted up now with nonsery reams. Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves. Rise up now and aruse! Norvena’s over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there’s a great poet in you too. [619] Let besoms be bosuns. It’s Phoenix, dear. And the flame is, hear! Let’s our joornee saintomichael make it. Since the lausafire has lost and the book of the depth is. Closed. Come! Step out of your shell! It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. But she won’t rain showerly, our Ilma. [621] I could lead you there and I still by you in bed. Les go dutc to Danegreven, nos? Not a soul but ourselves. [622]
FINNEGANS WAKE BY A THREAD94 We can sit us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm // unconsciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls alone. At the site of salvocean. [623] One of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again. [624] If I lose my breath for a minute or two don’t speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. [625] The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost now. How? How you said how you’d give me the keys of me heart. And we’d be married till delth to uspart. But you’re changing, acoolsha, you’re changing from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I’m getting mixed. Brightening [626] up and tightening down. Yes, you’re changing, sonhusband, and you’re turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist. Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she’ll be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me mother. I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. You’re but a puny. Home! My people were not
their sort out beyond there so far as I can. Loonely in me loneness. 95 For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I’ll slip away // before they’re up. They’ll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it’s old and old it’s sad and old it’s JAMES JOYCE [627] sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father. Save me from those therrble prongs!My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I’ll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he’d come from Arkangels, I sink I’d die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There’s where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the [628] PARIS 1922-1939.
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce was born in Dublin on February 2, 1882. He was educated at Jesuit schools and University College, Dublin, where he studied philosophy and languages. In 1902 he left Dublin for Paris but went back home in 1903 due to his terminally ill mother. In 1904 he met Nora Barnacle, and the couple moved to the continent, where they had two children: Giorgio and Lucia Joyce. His first book, a book of poems intitled Chamber Music, was published in 1907, after that, he published the collection of short stories Dubliners (1914), the novel A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916), a play named Exiles (1918). His most famous book, Ulysses, was published in Paris in 1922. In the same year, he began writing his last book, Finnegans Wake, a poem in prose, that he finished in 1939. Joyce died in Zurich on January 13, 1941. Dirce Waltrick do Amarante, professor of Post-Graduate Translation Studies at the Federal University of Santa Catarina. On Joyce’s work she has published Para ler Finnegans Wake de James Joyce and James Joyce e seus tradutores. She has translated Os gatos de Copenhague, O gato e o diabo and Finnegans Wake (por um fio). Co-organized with Sérgio Medeiros De santos e sábios (translations of essays by James Joyce). Co-translated with Sérgio Medeiros Cartas a Nora. She published My Little Ireland (bilingual book/Portuguese and English), a play based on chapter VIII of Finnegans Wake, and the letters exchanged between James Joyce and Nora Barnacle. She edits “James Joyce’s Outsiders” website in English: https://www. jamesjoycesoutsiders.com.br/.
Livro diagramado com as fontes Minion Pro e Raleway. Publicado on-line pela Editora Iluminuras em fevereiro de 2021.
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