Finnegans Wake Notes

095.01 he caught his paper dispillsation from the poke, old Minace and

095.02 Minster York? Do I mind? I mind the gush off the mon like Bal-

095.03 llybock manure works on a tradewinds day. And the O'Moyly

095.04 gracies and the O'Briny rossies chaffing him bluchface and play-

095.05 ing him pranks. How do you do, todo, North Mister? Get into

095.06 my way! Ah dearome forsailoshe! Gone over the bays! When

095.07 ginabawdy meadabawdy! Yerra, why would he heed that old

095.08 gasometer with his hooping coppin and his dyinboosycough and

095.09 all the birds of the southside after her, Minxy Cunningham, their

095.10 dear divorcee darling, jimmies and jonnies to be her jo? Hold

095.11 hard. There's three other corners to our isle's cork float. Sure, 'tis

095.12 well I can telesmell him H2CE3 that would take a township's

095.13 breath away! Gob and I nose him too well as I do meself, heav-

095.14 ing up the Kay Wall by the 32 to 11 with his limelooking horse-

095.15 bags full of sesameseed, the Whiteside Kaffir, and his sayman's

095.16 effluvium and his scentpainted voice, puffing out his thundering

095.17 big brown cabbage! Pa! Thawt I'm glad a gull for his pawsdeen

095.18 fiunn! Goborro, sez he, Lankyshied! Gobugga ye, sez I! O

095.19 breezes! I sniffed that lad long before anyone. It was when I was

095.20 in my farfather out at the west and she and myself, the redheaded

095.21 girl, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane. Fine feelplay we had

095.22 of it mid the kissabetts frisking in the kool kurkle dusk of the

095.23 lushiness. My perfume of the pampas, says she (meaning me)

095.24 putting out her netherlights, and I'd sooner one precious sip at

095.25 your pure mountain dew than enrich my acquaintance with that

095.26 big brewer's belch.

[095.27-096.25]: and so they go on chattering — well into disagreement.

095.27 And so they went on, the fourbottle men, the analists, ungu-

095.28 am and nunguam and lunguam again, their anschluss about her

095.29 whosebefore and his whereafters and how she was lost away

095.30 away in the fern and how he was founded deap on deep in anear,

095.31 and the rustlings and the twitterings and the raspings and the

095.32 snappings and the sighings and the paintings and the ukukuings

095.33 and the (hist!) the springapartings and the (hast!) the bybyscutt-

095.34 lings and all the scandalmunkers and the pure craigs that used to

095.35 be (up) that time living and lying and rating and riding round

095.36 Nunsbelly Square. And all the buds in the bush. And the laugh-

Summary of Page 95:

The smell of him! The graces and the rossies playing him pranks! Old HCE!” “Sure,” replies another of them, “I sniffed that lad long before anyone. And I mind the time the redheaded girl and myself were out love- making down Sycamore Lane: ‘My perfume of the pampas,’ says she (meaning me), putting out her netherlights, ‘and I’d sooner one precious sip at your pure mountain dew than enrich my acquaintance with that big brewer’s belch.’” And so they went on, the four-bottle men, the annalists; about that old incident in the bushes—how she was lost in the ferny distance, and how he was like an earwig in an ear, anear, and the rustlings and twitterings and the raspings, and all the scandal-mongers, and the laughing jackass.