Finnegans Wake Notes

093.01 their standing verdict of Nolans Brumans whereoneafter King,

093.02 having murdered all the English he knew, picked out his pockets

093.03 and left the tribunal scotfree, trailing his Tommeylommey's tunic

093.04 in his hurry, thereinunder proudly showing off the blink pitch to

093.05 his britgits to prove himself (an't plase yous!) a rael genteel. To

093.06 the Switz bobbyguard's curial but courtlike: Commodore valley O

093.07 hairy, Arthre jennyrosy?: the firewaterloover returted with such a

093.08 vinesmelling fortytudor ages rawdownhams tanyouhide as would

093.09 the latten stomach even of a tumass equinous (we were pre-

093.10 pared for the chap's clap cap, the accent, but, took us as, by surprise

093.11 and now we're geshing it like gush gash from a burner!) so that all

093.12 the twofromthirty advocatesses within echo, pulling up their briefs

093.13 at the krigkry: Shun the Punman!: safely and soundly soccered

093.14 that fenemine Parish Poser, (how dare he!) umprumptu right-

093.15 oway hames, much to his thanks, gratiasagam, to all the wrong

093.16 donatrices, biss Drinkbattle's Dingy Dwellings where (for like

093.17 your true venuson Esau he was dovetimid as the dears at

093.18 Bottome) he shat in (zoo), like the muddy goalbind who he was

093.19 (dun), the chassetitties belles conclaiming: You and your gift of

093.20 your gaft of your garbage abaht our Farvver! and gaingridando:

093.21 Hon! Verg! Nau! Putor! Skam! Schams! Shames!

[093.22-094.22]: so it all ended — the letter, what was it?

093.22 And so it all ended. Artha kama dharma moksa. Ask Kavya for

093.23 the kay. And so everybody heard their plaint and all listened to

093.24 their plause. The letter! The litter! And the soother the bitther!

093.25 Of eyebrow pencilled, by lipstipple penned. Borrowing a word

093.26 and begging the question and stealing tinder and slipping like

093.27 soap. From dark Rasa Lane a sigh and a weep, from Lesbia

093.28 Looshe the beam in her eye, from lone Coogan Barry his arrow

093.29 of song, from Sean Kelly's anagrim a blush at the name, from

093.30 I am the Sullivan that trumpeting tramp, from Suffering Duf-

093.3q1 ferin the Sit of her Style, from Kathleen May Vernon her Mebbe

093.32 fair efforts, from Fillthepot Curran his scotchlove machree-

093.33 ther, from hymn Op. 2 Phil Adolphos the weary O, the leery,

093.34 O, from Samyouwill Leaver or Damyouwell Lover thatjolly

093.35 old molly bit or that bored saunter by, from Timm Finn again's

093.36 weak tribes, loss of strenghth to his sowheel, from the wedding

Summary Page 93:

The four judges [the Four Old Men] laid their wigs together and promulgated their standing verdict of Nolans Brumans (Nolens volens (“against one’s will”) transformed by contamination with Nolan Bruno). whereonafter King left the tribunal scot-free. His opposite stank so of alcohol that the twenty-eight advocatresses, pulling up their briefs with the war cry, “Shun the Punman! safely and soundly soccered that Poser all the way home, to Drinkbottle’s Dwellings, where (as timid as your true Venus’ son, Esau) he shut himself away (like the lion in our zoo) while the girlies shouted insults through the door (Shem formula).

And so it all ended. Artha kama dharma moksha. Ask Kavya for the Kay (Artha (“success”), kama (“pleasure”), dharma (“duty”), moksa (“enlightenment”). This is a traditional Sanskrit formula for the four “ends of life.” Kavya (“the poet”) will give the key; there is a suggestion here of Kathe (the poet’s muse!) who supplied the key to the museum, p. 8). And so everybody heard their plaint and all listened to their plause. But now what about that letter! The litter! And the soother the bitter! The letter that would reveal the entire story! Of eyebrow penciled, by lipstipple penned. Borrowing a word and begging the question and stealing tinder and slipping like soap! With greetings and presents from everyone in the book!