Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

anything but finishing jane eyre.

great chapter though! can’t wait for ALP

1.4

Mr Jams Jarred is cooking up some creamclotted sherriness of cinnamon syllabub!

HCE is getting “(sic!)“ and “(sicker!)” and “rich in death anticipated” while bleeding “nonfatal mammalian blood” in “self defience.”

I am having “ould lanxiety” and learning about the Celtic tree alphabet called Ogham: “The war is in words and the wood is the world.”

“It was life but was it fair?”

‘And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver!’

Sidebar SICK US WITH SOME SEDIMENT IN IT FOR THE SAKE OF OUR DARNING WIVES

Одинадцяте запитання квізового розділу "Вікопомину" починається мелодійним анапестовим тетраметром. Стріча на мості (тролячому?) двох подорожніх, Езопових Цапа і Барана, Ягвістових Каїна і Авеля мнемонічно пригадається вже десь потім, як японська притча, переказана ненадійним оповідачем ще більш ненадійним крутивусам, хапайвітрам і вернидупам. Один абзац -  і пісенність скочується в зарозумілу чиназесну лектуру.

The speechform is a mere sorrogate.

my own most spacious immensity as my ownhouse and microbemost cosm

…wringing his handcuffs for peace…

Sometimes I feel that Joyce writes about nowadays as much as about his present and the past.

Lel lols for libelman libling his lore. Lolo Lolo liebermann you loved to be leaving Libnius. Lift your right to your Liber Lord. Link your left to your lass of liberty. Lala Lala, Leapermann, your lep’s but a loop to Lee.

‘As Oliver Krumwall sayed when slepped ueber his grannyamother.’

Footnote 2 ‘Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked.’

We will see how far I get (with my club)

Footnote 5 Whangpoos the paddle and whips whee whoo