FINNEGANS WAKE

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Textual development Manuscript to Errata I.6§2

Compiled by Danis Rose and John O'Hanlon

I.6§2 (FW 150.15 - 152.03)
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Professor |s6Levis-Brueller Loewy-Bruellers6| (though,º as I shall promptly prove,º his whole account of the Sennacherib as distinct from the Shalmaneserº sanitationalº reforms and of the Mr Shekelsº and Dr Hydes problem in the same connection differs toto coelo from the fruit of my own investigations — though the reason I went to Jericho must remain for some tim certain reasons a political secret |2especiallyº as I shall shortly be wanted in Cavantry|a, I congratulate myself,a| for the same and other reasons2| — as being |1again1| hopelessly vitiated by what I have now resolved to call the dime and cash diamond fallacy) in his talked off confession which recently met with such a leonine uproar on its escape after its confinement,º Why am I not born like a Gentileman and why I amº now so speakable about my own eatables (Feigenbaumblatt and Father, Judapest, 5688, A.M.),º wholeheartedlyº takes takes off his gabbercoat and wig, honest |2draughty2| fellow,º in his public interest, to make us see how,º |1though,1| as he says,º “by Allswill”,º the inception and the descent and the endswell of Man is temporarilyº wrapped in obscenity. Lookingº through at these accidents with the faroscope of television (this nightlife instrument needs still some subtractional betterment in the readjustment of the more refrangible angles to the squeals of his hypothesis on the outer tin sides)º I can h easily believe heartily in my own most spacious immensity
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as my ownhouse and microbemost cosm when I am reassured by ratio that the cube of my volumes is to the surfaces of their subjects as theº sphericity of these globes (I am very pressing for a parliamentary motion |4|xthis |v+time termv+|x|4| which, under my guidance, would establish the deleteriousness of decorousness in the morbidisation of the modern mandaboutwoman type) is to the feracity of Fairynelly's vacuum. I need not anthropologiseº for any obintentional (I must here) correct all that school of neoitalian or paleoparisien schola of tinkers and |2spenglers spanglers2| who) say I'm wrong |1parceqeueº1| |6out of revolscian from romanitis6| I want to be) downtrodding on my foes,º Professor |s6Levis-Brueller Levi-Brullos6| |2F.D.º2| |6of Sexe-Weiman-Eitelnaktº6| finds un finds, |6from experiments made by hinn with his Nuremberg eggs in the one hands and the watches |acaldron cauldronºa| apan the oven, though it is astensably a case of Ket's rebollions cooling the Popes back,6| because the number of squeer faiths in weaklyº circulation will not be appreciably augmendedº by the nethersloggingº of my cupolar clods. What the romantic in rags pines after |6like all tomtompions haunting crevices for a deadbeat escapementº6| and what heº importunes our Mitleid for |6in accornish with the Mortadarthella taradition6| is the poorest |6commononguardiant6| waste of time. His everpresent toes are always |6in retaliessian6| out throughº his overpast boots. Hear him squeakº! |6Teek heet to that looswallawer how he bolo the bat! Tyro a toray!6| When Mullocky won the couple of colds, when we were stripping in number three, I would |2drain like2| the neat drop that would malt malt in my mouth but I
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fail to see when.º (I am purposely refraining from expounding the obvious fallacy as to the specific gravitates of the two |6liquids implied deglutables implied nor to the lapses lequorº asousiated with the royal gorge,º6| thoughº students of mixed hydrostatics and pneumodipsics will after some difficulties grapple away with my meinungs.)º |6Myrrdin aloer! as old Marsellas Cambriannus puts his.6| But, on Professor |6Levis-Brueller Llewellys ap Bryllars6| |2F.D.2| Ph.Dr'sº showings, the plea, if he pleads, is all posh and rabbageº on a melodeontic scale since his man's when is no otherman's quandomº (no mine, dank you!)º while (forº aught I care for the contrary?)º the all is where in love as war and
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the plane where me arts soar you'd aisy rouse a thunder from and where I cling true 'tisº there I climb tree and where Innocent looks best (pick!) there's holly in his ives.