Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

Be these meer marchant taylor’s fablings of a race referend with oddman rex.^ Is now all seenheard then forgotten.^ Can it was, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true than any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, beyessed to and denayed of, . . .

Life, he himself said once, (his biografiend, in fact, kills him verysoon, if yet not, after) is a wake, . . .

... this mimage of the seventyseventh kusin of kristansen ...

... this inimage of the seventyseventh kusin of kristansen ...

Television kills telephony in brothers’ broil.

(one is continually firstmeeting with odd sorts of others at all sorts of ages!) who was asked by free boardschool shirkers in drenched coats overawall. . . . , to tell them overagait, . . . , that fishabed ghoatstory of the haardly creditable edventyres of the Haberdasher, the two Curchies and the three Enkelchums in their Bearskin ghoats! Girles and jongers but he has changed alok syne Thorkill’s time!

HCE eloped with ALP... aaaagain... Gods, this chapter is such a breath of fresh air after the last one. 70 pages until Book III but I'm officially half way through! Woohoo!!!