FINNEGANS WAKE

transition

transition proofs, 3rd set, March 1928, §1D draft level 10, 10'

MS British Library 47483 106-110; NLI 15/8/A 8, NLI.15/8/B 9-14 Draft details

— How good you are! But could you, of course, decent Lettrechaun (to change your name if not your nation), we knew, while still in the barrel, read the strangewrote anaglyptics of those Shemletters patent for His Christian's Em?

— Greek! Hand it to me! Shaun replied |10plosively10|, pointing to the cinnamon |s+10quill quistoquills+|10| behind his acoustrolobe. I'm as afterdusk Roman as pope and water could christen me. Look at that for a ridingpin! I am, by |10St Sing10| Larynx, letterpotent to play the sem backwards like Oscan wild or unshent Persse or from the Ottoman or off the Toptic off the types
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of my finklers in the draught or with |s+10bottles buttless+|10|, with my oyes thickshut and all. But|10, hellas,º10| it is horrebrew bad on the corns and callouses. As far as that goes I associate myself with your remark just now from theodicy re furloined notepaper and quite agree in your prescriptions for indeed I am, pay Gay, in juxtaposition to say it is not a nice production. It is a pinch of scribble. Not worth a bottle of cabbage. Overdrawn! Besides, it's auctionable, all about crime and libel! Nothing beyond clerical horrors et omnibus to be entered for the foreign as secondclass matter.
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Flummery is what I would call it if you were to ask me to put it on a single dimension what pronounced opinion I might |10possibly orallyº10| have about them bagses of trash which the mother and Mr Unmentionable has reduced to writing without making news out of my sootyname. When she slipped under her couchman. And where he made a cat with a peep. How they wore two madges on the makewater. And why there were treefellers in the shruburbs. Then he hawks his handmud figgers from Francie to Fritzie down in the kookin. Phiz is me mother and Hair's me father, Bauv Betty Famm and Pig Pig Pike. Comme bien! Comme bien! Feefeel! Feefeel! And the Dutches dyin loffin at his pon peck de Baree. And all the mound reared! Till he wot not what to begin he should. An infant sailing eggshells on the floor of a wet day would have more sabby.

Letter, carried of Shaun, son of Hek, written of Shem, brother of Shaun, for Alp, mother of Shem, for Hek, father of Shaun. |10Initialled. Gee. Gone. 29 Hardwareº Saint. Here Commerces Enville. Tried |aOpposite Appositea| House. 13 Fitzgibbets. Loco. Dangerous. Tax 9d. B. L. Guineys, esqueer. L.B. Not known as 1132 a. 12 Norse Richmoundº. Name Nave unlodgeable. Loved noa's dress. Sinned, Jetty Pierrse. Noon sick parson. 92 Winsewer.º Ave. No such no. Vale. Finn's Hot. Exbelled from 1014 d. Pulldown. |aFearview.a| Opened by Miss Take. 965 nighumpledansextiffitsº. Shout at Site. Roofloss. Mr Domnall O'Domnally, Q.V. 8 Royal Terrors. |aNone so strait.a| Shutter up. Dining with the Danes. Removed to Philip's Burke. At sea. D.E.D. Place scent on. Clontalk. Father Jacob, Factor. 3 Castlewoos, P.V. |aArrested Arrusteda|. J.P. Converted to Hospitalism. Once Bank of Ireland's. Return to City Arms. 2 Milchbrokeº. Wrongly spilledº. |aTraumcondras Traumcondrawsa|. Now Bunk of England's. Drowned in the Laffey. Here. The Reverest Adam Foundlitter. Shown geshotten. 7 Streetpetres. Since Cabrankº. Seized of the Crownd. Well, Sir Arthur. Unto his promisk hands. House
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Condamned by Ediles. Back in Few Minutes. Closet for Repeers. 60 Shellburn. Key at Kate's. Kiss. Isaac's Butt, Poor Man. |aDelicious Daliciousa| arson. Caught. Missing. Justiciated. Kainly forewarred. Abraham Badly's King, Park Bogey. Salved. All reddy berried. Hollow and eavy. Desert it. Overwayed. Understumpedº. Back to the P.O. Ownsº owe MO. Too Let. To Be Soiled. Cohabited by Unfortunates. Lost all Licence. |aHis Beef Toe is Frozen Over.a| X, Y and Z, Ltd, Destinied Tears. A.B, ab, Sender. Razed. Lawyered. Vacant. Mined. Here's the Bayleaffs. Step out to Hull out of that, Ereweaker, with your Bloody Big Bristol. Bung. Stop. Bung. Stop. Cumm Bumm. Stop. Came Baked to |aOuld Aulda| Aireen. Stop.
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— Kind Shaun, we all requested, much as we hate to say it but since you rose to the use of money have you not, without suggesting for an instant, millions of moods used up slanguage tun times as words as the penmarks used out in sinscript with such hesitancy by your cerebrated brother — excuse me not mentioningahem?

— CelebrAted! Shaun replied under the sheltar of his broguish, vigorously rubbing his magic lantern to a glow of fullconsciousness. HeCitEncy! |10Your words grates on my |aohrs aresa|.10| Notorious I rather would feel inclined to myself in the first place to describe Mr O'Shem the Draper as should I be accentually called upon to pass my opinions into impulsory irelitz. But I would not care to be so unfruitful to my own part as to swear for the moment positively as to the views of Denmark. No, sah! But let me say my every belief before my high Gee is that I much doubt of it. I've no room for that fellow. I just can't. As I hourly learn |10from Rooters and Havers10| he is on his last, boasting always of his ruddy complexious! She, the mammyfar, was put up to it by him, the iniquity, that ought to be depraved of his libertins and placed in irons into some drapery institution off the antipopees for wordsharping only if he could pass the panel |10'doctors fleischcurers10'|. For that is well celibated before the four divorce courts and all the King's paunches how he has the solitary from seeing Scotch snakes and has consumption and dalickeycyphalos on his brach premises where he can dejeunerate into a skillyton and be thinking himself to death. Rot him! Flannelfeet! Flattyro! I will describe you in a word. Homo! Then putting his bedfellow on me! The criniman! I'll give it to him for
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that! Is he on whosekeeping or are my? With his unique hornbook and his prince of the apauper's pride, blundering all over the two worlds! If he waits till I buy him a mosselman's present! He's nos halfcousin of mine, pigdish! Nor wants to! I'd famish with the cuistha first. A ham!

— May we petition you, Shaun illustrious, then, to unravel in your own sweet words |10of style10| to your very humble and most obsequient, we suggested, as to how?

— You may|10, ought10| and welcome, Shaun replied, taking at the same time as his hunger got the bitter of him a hearty bite out of the honeycomb of his Braham and Melo's edible hat, tryone, tryon and triune. Ann wunkum. Sure I thunkum you knew all about that through thelementary channels long agum. Sure that is as commonpleas now and bunkum as Nelson his pillar. Beerman's bluff was what begun it, Old Knoll and his barrowing. And then the lilies of the veldt, Nancy Nickies and Folletta Lajambe. Then mem and hem and the jaquejack. I regret to announce for two days she kept squealing down for noisy priors and bawling out in Shemish about the Balt and his loyal divorces, tse, tse, and him, the cribibber, like an ambitrickster, fast aslooped in the intrance to his polthronechair with his sixth finger between his catseye and the index, engrossing to his ganderpan the idioglossary he invented under hicks |s+10hyssop. hyssop!s+|10| Hock! |10I Ickick10| gave him that toock, imitator! And it was entirely theck latter to blame. Does he drink because I am sorely there shall be no more Kates and Nells? It was given meeck to assist at the whole thing byck special chancery licence. As often as I think of that unbloody housewarmer Shem Skrivenitch, always cutting my prhose to please his phrase, bigorror, I declare I get the jawache! You know, he's peculiar, that eggschicker. He was grey at three when he made his boo to the
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public and barnacled up to the eyes when he repented at seven. He's weird, I tell you|10, andº middayevil10|. That's why he was forbidden tomate and was warmed off the ricecourse of marrimoney. Then he was pusched out of Thingamuddy's school by Miss Garterd for itching. Then he caught the europicolas and went into the society of jewses. One temp|10, whenº he |afailed foileda| to be killed,º10| the freak wanted to put his bilingual head intentionally through the Irish Tames and go and join the clergy as a dominical skyterrier. |10Then he went to Cecilia's treat |aon his soloa| to pick up Galen.10| Inkupot! I have the outmost contempt for. Your puddin is cooked! You're served, cram ye! Fatefully |10yours... yaourth...10| Ex. Ex. Ex. Ex.

— But for what, Shaun of grace? weakly we went on to ask now of the gracious one. Vouchsafe to say. You will now, goodness, won't you? Why?

— For his root language, if you ask me whys, footinmouther, Shaun replied as he blessed himself devotionally like a crossbun making act of oblivion, (what the thickuns else?) which he picksticked into his lettruce invrention.

— But you could come near it, we do suppose, strong Shaun O', we foresupposed. How?

— Peace! Peace! Shaun replied in |10|~velar vealar~|10| penultimatum as he swigged a slug of Jon Jacobsen from his treestem sucker cane. 'Tis perils before Sweeney's. Mild but likesome! |10missing10| I might as well be talking to the four waves till Tibbs' gray eve and the west's asleep. Frost! Nope! No-one in his seven senses could, as I have before said, only you missed my drift, for it's being incendiary. Every dimmed letter in it is a copy and not a few of the silbils and wholly words I can show you in my Kingdom of Heaven. The lowquacity of him!
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With his threestar monothong! Thaw! The last word in stolentelling! And what's more, rightdown lowbrown schisthematic robblemint! Yes. As he was rising
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my lather. Like you. And as I was plucking his goosybone. Like yea. He store the tale of me shur. Like yup.

— Still in a way, not to flatter you, we fancy you that are so strikingly brainy and well letterread on yourshelves could use worse of yourself, ingenious Shaun, we still fancied, if only you would take your time and the trouble of so doing it.

— Undoubtedly but that is show, Shaun replied, the muttermelk of his blood donor beginning to work, it would be a bad day I could not so you can keep your space, and by the power of blurry wards I |10could am loyable to10| do it (I am convicted of it!) any time ever I |10'liked cheesed toº10'| (bet ye fippence off me boot allowance!) with the greatest transfusiasm as, you see, while I can soloquise better than most, it is an openear secret, be it said, how I am extremely ingenuous at the clerking even with my badily left and |10I'd pinsel it10| as easy as I'd perorate a chickerow of peas and my trifolium librotto, the authordux Book of Lifé, would|10, ifº given to daylight,º10| far exceed what that bogus bolshy of a Shame, my soamheis brother, is conversant with in audible black and prink. And one of these fine days, man dear, that I may cut my throat with my tongue tonight but I may willhap be ormuzd moved to |10take potlood in handº and10| introvent it Paatryk just like a work of merit, mark my words, that will open your pucktricker's ops for you, broather brooher, only for as a papst and an immature and a spaciaman spaciosum and a hundred and eleven other things I would never for anything take so much trouble of such doing. And why so? Because I am altogether a chap too fly and hairyman for to infradig the like of that ultravirulence. And by all I hold sacred |10on earth,º clouds and in heaven,10| I swear to you on my piop
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and oath by the awe of Shaun (and that's a howl of a name!) that I will commission to the flames any incendiarist whosoever or ahriman howsoclever who would endeavour to set ever anny roner moother of mine on fire. |10Rock me, Julie,º but10| I will soho!

And big hottempered husky pugiliser such as he was, he all but broke down on the mooherhead,
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getting quite jerry over her, overpowered by himself with the love of the tearsilver that he twined through her hair, for sure he was the soft slob of the world and as innocent and undesignful as the freshfallen calef. Still he laughed it off with |10a wipe at his pudgies and10| a gulp apologetic. Mind you, that he was in the dumpest of earnest orthough him jawr war hoo hleepy hor halk urthing hurther. Like that only he stopped short and, in looking up from his timeshackled wrists upon the |10wieds of10| pansiful heathvens of joepeter as they are telling not but were and will be, all told, |10scruting foreback into the fargoneahead10| to feel out what age he might find by the sirious pointstand of Charles' Wain his thumbs fell into his fists and, losing the harmonical balance of his ballbearing extremities, by the holy kettle, like a flask of lightning over he careened by the mightyfine weight of his barrel (what that prevented the happening of, who, if not the asterisks betwink themselves, shall ever?) and, as the wisest |10course postludeº10| he could |10take playact10|, collapsed in ensemble and rolled buoyantly backwards in less than a twinkling via Rattigan's corner out of further earshot with his highly curious mode of slipashod motion, surefoot, sorefoot, slickfoot,
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slackfoot, and by Killesther's lapes and falls, with corks and staves and treeleaves and more bubbles to his keelrow a fairish and easy way enough as the town cow cries behind the times in the direction of MacAuliffe's, the crucethouse, before he was really uprighted ere in a dip of the downs he miraculously disappaled |10and vanesshed10| from circular circulatio. Ah, mean!

And |10strewers the stellas10| were shinings. And the earthnight |10was strewed10| aromatose. His pibrook creppt mong the |10duskness donkness10|. A reek was waft on the luftstream. He was ours, all fragrance. And we were his for |10'our a10'| lifetime. O dulcid dreamings, languidous! Taboccoo!

It was sharming! But scharmeng!


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Well, it is to bedowern that thou art passing hence, mine bruder, able Shaun, from carnal relations and familiar faces, beyond cods' cradle and porpoise plain, to the inds of Tuskland where the Oliphants scrum from, till the ousts of Amiracles where the toll stories grow, more is the pity, but for all your deeds of goodness you were forever doing, as our humbler classes, whose favourite virtue is humility, can tell, it is hardly we can part you, for you were the walking saint, you were, the graced of gods and pittites and the salus of the wake. Musha, |10'be tinking beminded10'| of us out there in |s+10Cockfirt Cockpits+|10|, poor twelve o'clock scholars sometime or other anywhen you |10'find think10'| the time. Wisha, |10'be coming becoming10'| back to us way home in Biddyhouse one way or the other anyhow, we miss your smile.
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|10Sireland calls you. Mery |~Loie Loye~| is |aselling moonlight sail saling moonlikea|. And Slyly Mavourneen 's Manourneen 's Mamourneen isº ladymaid at Gladstone Lodge. |aTurn your coat, strong character, and tarry among us down the vale, dear,º Shaun, only once more.a|10| And may the moss of prosperousness gather you rolling home! May foggy dews bediamondise your hooprings! May the fireplug of filiality reinsure your bunghole! May the barleywind behind glow luck to your bathershins! 'Tis well we know you were loth to leave us, winding your hobbledehorn, right royal post, but sure, pulse of our slumber, by the grace of Votre Dame, you will skiff across the Moylendsea and round up in your own escapology some canonisator's day or other digging snow |10(not so?)º10| like the good man you are with your boxing pockets turned knockside out in the rake of the rain for fresh remittances, and from that till this in any case may the tussocks grow quickly under your trampthickets and the daisies trip lightly over your battercops.