Finnegans Wake Notes

100.01 beetly dead whether by land whither by water. Transocean

100.02 atalaclamoured him; The latter! The latter! Shall their hope then

100.03 be silent or Macfarlane lack of lamentation? He lay under leagues

100.04 of it in deep Bartholoman's Deep.

[100.05-100.08]: attention! — news!.

100.05 Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune! Vikeroy Besights Smucky

100.06 Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner

100.07 Fathach I Fiounnisgehaven. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out

100.08 Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue.

[100.09-100.23]: but smoke rises from his tower — and lights shine from within.

100.09 But, their bright little contemporaries notwithstanding, on

100.10 the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued ex-

100.11 patriate, aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto

100.12 the duke of beavers, (you may have seen some liquidamber exude

100.13 exotic from a balsam poplar at Parteen-a-lax Limestone. Road

100.14 and cried Abies Magnifica! not, noble fir?) a quarter of nine,

100.15 imploring his resipiency, saw the infallible spike of smoke's jutstiff

100.16 punctual from the seventh gable of our Quintus Centimachus'

100.17 porphyroid buttertower and then thirsty p.m. with oaths upon

100.18 his lastingness (En caecos harauspices! Annos longos patimur!) the

100.19 lamps of maintenance, beaconsfarafield innerhalf the zuggurat, all

100.20 brevetnamed, the wasting wyvern, the tawny of his mane, the

100.21 swinglowswaying bluepaw, the outstanding man, the lolllike lady,

100.22 being litten for the long (O land, how long!) lifesnight, with

100.23 suffusion of fineglass transom and leadlight panes.

100.24 Wherefore let it hardly by any being thinking be said either or

100.25 thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice, were he an Ivor

100.26 the Boneless or an Olaf the Hide, was at his best a onestone par-

100.27 able, a rude breathing on the void of to be, a venter hearing his

100.28 own bauchspeech in backwords, or, more strictly, but tristurned

100.29 initials, the cluekey to a worldroom beyond the roomwhorld, for

100.30 scarce one, or pathetically few of his dode canal sammenlivers

100.31 cared seriously or for long to doubt with Kurt Iuld van Dijke

100.32 (the gravitational pull perceived by certain fixed residents and

100.33 the capture of uncertain comets chancedrifting through our sys-

100.34 tem suggesting an authenticitatem of his aliquitudinis) the canoni-

100.35 city of his existence as a tesseract. Be still, O quick! Speak him

100.36 dumb! Hush ye fronds of Ulma!

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Transoceanic cables declared for the latter: he lay under leagues of water in Bartholoman’s Deep. “Attention!” cried out the newsboys. “Read all about the Viceroy and the girlies, and the wrath of his old woman!” [And he having departed, his successor was elected:] On the morn fol¬ lowing the suicidal murder of the unrescued expatriate, there was seen the infallible spike of smoke announcing the election of the new Pope, and the sacred lights of maintenance were lighted within the tower of the temple. What is the mystical nature of the Pope? Let it not be thought that the Prisoner of the Vatican was at best but a one-stone parable, a rude breath¬ ing on the void of to be, or the clue-key to a Reality beyond the space world; for scarce one of his twelve companions cared to doubt the canon- icity of his existence as a tesseract (Tesseract: a regular polyhedroid bounded by eight cubes; that is to say, a four-dimensional figure, not to be understood in such simple three-dimensional terms as might popularly be applied to the rock of Peter).