Finnegans Wake Notes

094.01 on the greene, agirlies, the gretnass of joyboys, from Pat Mullen,

094.02 Tom Mallon, Dan Meldon, Don Maldon a slickstick picnic made

094.03 in Moate by Muldoons. The solid man saved by his sillied woman.

094.04 Crackajolking away like a hearse on fire. The elm that whimpers

094.05 at the top told the stone that moans when stricken. Wind broke

094.06 it. Wave bore it. Reed wrote of it. Syce ran with it. Hand tore

094.07 it and wild went war. Hen trieved it and plight pledged peace.

094.08 It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot,

094.09 undone by a child. It was life but was it fair? It was free but was

094.10 it art? The old hunks on the hill read it to perlection. It made

094.11 ma make merry and sissy so shy and rubbed some shine off Shem

094.12 and put some shame into Shaun. Yet Una and Ita spill famine

094.13 with drought and Agrippa, the propastored, spells tripulations

094.14 in his threne. Ah, furchte fruchte, timid Danaides! Ena milo melo-

094.15 mon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free,

094.16 ana mala woe is we! A pair of sycopanties with amygdaleine

094.17 eyes, one old obster lumpky pumpkin and three meddlars

094.18 their slies. And that was how framm Sin fromm Son, acity arose,

094.19 finfin funfun a sitting arrows. Now tell me, tell me, tell me then!

094.20                         What was it?

094.21                          A .......... !

094.22                         ? ..........O!

[094.23-095.26]: the four judges reminisce — especially about his overpowering smell.

094.23 So there you are now there they were, when all was over

094.24 again, the four with them, setting around upin their judges'

094.25 chambers, in the muniment room, of their marshalsea, under the

094.26 suspices of Lally, around their old traditional tables of the law

094.27 like Somany Solans to talk it over rallthesameagain. Well and

094.28 druly dry. Suffering law the dring. Accourting to king's evelyns.

094.29 So help her goat and kiss the bouc. Festives and highajinks and

094.30 jintyaun and her beetyrossy bettydoaty and not to forget now

094.31 a'duna o'darnel. The four of them and thank court now there

094.32 were no more of them. So pass the push for port sake. Be it soon.

094.33 Ah ho! And do you remember, Singabob, the badfather, the

094.34 same, the great Howdoyoucallem, and his old nickname, Dirty

094.35 Daddy Pantaloons, in his monopoleums, behind the war of the

094.3 two roses, with Michael Victory, the sheemen's preester, before

Summary Page 94:

The story of the solid man saved by his sillied woman, trackajoking away like a hearse on fire. The elm that whimpers at the top told the stone that moans when stricken. Wind broke it, wave bore it, reed wrote it, Syce ran with it (Play on the child conundrum: “A was an apple pie; B bought it, C caught it, etc., etc. What was it?”). Hand tore it and wild went war. Hen trieved it and plight pledged peace (Refers forward to the hen and the manuscript of the next chapter). It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot, undone by a child. It was life but was it fair? It was free but was it art? It made Ma make merry and Sissie so shy and rubbed some shine off Shem and put some shame on Shaun. Yet there is woe in it. The two girls together spell famine and drought. The king spells tribulation on his throne. Ah, fear fruits, thou timid Danai'desl (Daughters of Danaus; all slew their bridegrooms the night of the wedding).  Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, one and two and three, eenie, meenie, woe is me! A pair of fig-leaf panties with almond eyes, one old lumpy lobster pumpkin, and three meddlers on the sly; Finfin funfun. And that is how from sin from son, a city arose. Now tell me, tell me, tell me then (Leading forward to the “Tell me all about Anna Livia) of Bk. I, chap. 8. What was it? [And the answer runs:] From Alpha to Omega! So there you are now. And there they were, when all was over, the Four Old Men, sitting around in their judges’ chambers, under the auspices of Long Lally Tompkins’ (The constable who arrested the hero in Bk. I, chap. 3 (see pp. 63, 67)) around their old traditional tables of the law, to talk it all over all the same again. “According to King’s evidence... So help me God and kiss the book...” The four of them and their Donkey. “So pass the push for port’s sake. So be it. Amen.”(Here we recognize the accents of the “Grace before Glutton” of p. 7). “Remember old Dirty Daddy Pantaloons?” one of them asks; “before the Wars of the two Roses?