FINNEGANS WAKE

Protodrafts

Fair copy of §A, May 1924, §2A draft level 2

MS British Library 47482b 25-32 Draft details

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|2Good Jaunty2| |2hardworking2| |2Shaun Jaun2|, as |2I was we were2| shortly before that made aware, next halted to |2take fetch2| his breath & to loosen |2(let God's son now be |agood to looking down ona| the poor |afellow preamblera|!)2| both bruised |2boots brogues2| at the weir by Lazar's Walk |2for he was widely noted for his humane treatment of |aboots any kind of abused footgeara|2| |2about a matter of perhaps2| 9 score or so barrelhours' distance as truly he merited to do. He was there, |2I we2| cd see, |2|awhen we had a better look at him,a| altered for the better though still the graven image of himself,2| perspiring but happy, propped |2restant2| up against a slumbering warden of the peace, 1 comestabulish Sigurdsen, who had fallen |2asleep on sleep2| |2on night duty2| at the curing station in the embraces of a |2confiscated monopolised2| bottle. Now, there were as many as 29 daughters out of the national hedgeschool (for |2I we2| seem to remember how |2I was we were2| in a look before you leap year) learning their lesson of life there, seated as they were |2ante meridiem2|, upon the brink, attracted to the sight of the 1st human landmark, paddling away with their 8 & 50 |2pedals pedalettes2| |2all barely in their teens2| in charming concert to the snores of the log who looked stuck to the sod as ever & anon he murmoaned,
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|2in his Dutchener's native2| visibly unmoved, over his treasure trove for the crown: Dotter deadbedstead mean smuggy |2sort |aditty jettya|2| flasky!

Shaun (after he had 1st |2doffed hat &2| bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise of goodwill girls, |2while, who they were all making a tremendous fuss |aabout ofa| him & his |arosy rosyposya| smile |a& smelling his nice perfume for he was just the killingest ladykiller now you,a|2| asking kindly after their healths |2& those of their dollies, |aunread remarked he went on to make a few |bwiunreadb| stray remarks anenta| on their appearance & the taste displayed in their short frocks & all, of course2|, out of pure human respect for he was the most purely human creature that was ever called man) easily recognised made out the features of his dear sister Izzy nor cd he ever after forget her as he was, besides that, her godfather as well |2after all and heaven knows he thought the world & all of her2|.

— Sister dearest, |2Shaun Jaun2| delivered himself |2express2|, as he began to take leave of her |2express2| with fondest |2affection cordiality2|, |2I we2| honestly believe you |2will sorely sorely will2| miss us |2the moment we exit2| yet we feel, as a martyr to the discharge of duty, that it is about time we wd go |2on our last long journey2|. This is the |2result results2| of your teachings in which we were raised, you, Sis, |2our pet of the whole family,2| that used to write to us the |2exceeding2| nice letters and be telling us your oldworld tales of |2homespinning and2| derringdo, |2the tales that whisked our heart as narrated by you, |athe time we were in bed |bfull well do we recall to mindb| with Parrish's syrup, & we shared affectionsa|2| |2when we were restless in bed2| you |2our the2| angel |2and the mainsay of2| in our house. During
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our brief absence. B |2be true adhere2| to as many of the 10 commandments as possible. R Never miss your last mass. Never eat bad eatº of a good Friday. Never let a hog of the hill trample down your lily of the valley. Never play ladies' games on the Lord's day. |2Make a point of not singing risky songs at smokers such as |awhitelegs Whitelegsa| |a& blackballs & funnyballsa| |athey never show |bthey're ever so they never stopb|a| teasing2| Especially beware please of being a party to any demoralising home life. It saps a chap. |2No Remember the perils that beset |ayoung greena| girls2| lowcut shirtwaists. |2Unbare not |aLay not Do not laya| bare your heart to the |afirsta| man in the street.2| Don't |2on any account2| acquire a penchant for the fag habit |2in halldoorways between night & morning2|. |2Raw spirits is the root of all evil. |aPut the lid on that jazz craze. If you want healthy exercise so as to move yr bowels go out & skip.a|2| Have your eye out for furnished lodgers paying for meals on tally with company and piano music, the too friendly friend type |2who may prove your undoing, |ashould you |bwhile I am from, whilst I am from home,b| |bget growb| accu accustomed to sitting on his knee |bat petting parties with him |cfumbling you &c| going on |cevery time you gave him the chancec| |csilly doing his idiotc| about your glad neck |c& prying into your past livesc|b|a|2|. |2It wd be a terrible thing |aaltogethera| if you were |ato become |bsoonb| flummuxedº by becominga| a companykeeper. |aOnce for all I'll have no college swanker |b(you k see I know those |cchaps nightwalkers & their intentionsc|)b| playing around your danger zone in the danger years.a|2| Dip into the lives of the saints in fortnightly instalments for the betterment of your mind. Keep cool as a cucumber your preserved chastity. Rather than part with that vestalite emerald of the first importance |2to our family2| which you |2have treasure |aupa| so much in the sanctuary2| where your nether extremities meet, |2rather2| let the entire ekumene universe perish to pot first in a pitfall first a 1000 times over. |2Guard that gem, dear sister, there is nothing on this earth of ours to touch it.2| |2|xThe jewel dear ll you're cracked about there's very few of them gets it for there's nothing now but sable stoles a runabout to catch it. With a Sing him a ring, touch me low.x|2| O be careful during this lenten pastoral season|2, I mean to say,2| when the spring is in the bubbling. Divulge|2, shouted out Shawn, clenching his manlies2| the name & address of any lapwhelp |2I don't care a 2d hang who |ahe the muckya| is2| that speaks to you on the |2street road2| |2after dark and |aoffers volunteersa| to trifle with your roundlings2| without a proper letter of introduction and as
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sure as |2|aI wea| value the very name of |amy oura| sister as soon as2| back |2I we2| come |2from east the sea2| with the gravel spinning from beneath |2my our2| feet & rest assured |2it will be worse for him. And why do I say that? Because I'll soon show you how2| I'll break his face for him |2for making up to you before he took the measurements of your finger2|. No, |2I'll we'll2| tell you what |2I'll we'll2| do instead. |2I'll We'll2| burst his mouth: that's what |2I'll we'll2| do. |2|aand then wipe the street with him. |b& |cI won't be complete until Ic| ½ kill him especially shd he prove to be a fancy man about town of about 40 or so with a large family to support.b|a| |aBad luck to me if I don'ta| |aAnd Moreovera| after that I'll think strongly about giving him into custody |ato the first policewoman I wd meeta| |aand ora| for that matter I might even take it into my head to swing for him I don't So you better keep in the straight |a& give a good a/c of yrselfa|, do you hear me, or I'll |aI'll be all over you myselfa| give you |atoo, my |bbeauty |cdamsel bulling heiferc|b|,a| such a |aonea| puck it into you |a|bin the & bring the blush of shame to yourb| crupper you won't obliterate for 9 monthsa| |athat I'll bottle your beauty for you for the better part of a year for it's I that has the pair of arms that carry a wallop.a|2| Times and oft shall |2I we2| think of you |2in our bosom shrine2| |2through the empty years2| far away on your pillow whilst amid the music of the double doorknockers. |2The poet puts it better2| Little girl from Liffeyside you fill a big corner in |2my heart our |aheart's seat of affectiona| inside2|. O, heaven, how |2I we2| shall kiss you, if |2I we but2| live, |2as we are hoping,2| put |2my our2| arm in yours and |2positively2| |2kiss you cover your |atwoa| pure cheeks with my kisses |asome onea| of those days when you will kiss me back, |a& swap smug for smug,a|2| when cherries next come back immediately following |2my our2| safe return |2from my destination2| to ignorance and bliss when we shall show our kindness by adopting all the |2sick2| poorest babes possible. We will render social service and help clean up things. Look at the |2mud muck2| of Harrington street. Bear in mind all the banana peels along Henry, Moore, Earl & Talbot streets. Stand on, say, Aston's Quay & take a good |2longing2| gaze into any adjacent shopwindow you choose & in about 20 minutes' time turn round |2towards the causeway2| & you will see you will be coated with slush occasioned by the traffic in transit. Ask any disgusted lady cyclist who happened to be
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proceeding |2from her suburban groove2| or returning from her devotions at Adam and Eve's |2on her Dunlop roadster in a cartrut2| during the bank holiday gale & downpour when slates came freely off the |v2best betterv2| part of our grand old tenements & even pedestrianism was even difficult what her laundry bill came up to on last Monday. Don't wait for the answer for if you were to do such a thing what wd be the answer which would |2meet greet2| your ears? Both. When will the longsuffering face of our beloved city get that longpromised wash? Or, better still account to me for the fact that |2if shd2| you purchase any fish and vegetables you fancy |2at the moment2| from the same perambulator and, having deposited the mackerel, let us say, as well as the cauliflower upon either of the edges of the two sidewalks, you take your stand in some nearby hallway to carefully note the result the restingplaces selected are visited in rotation |2with such celerity2| by so many members of the canine tribe. |2One of these days I will refuse to walk altogether |auntil such time as smthg is donea| for it is about the limit.2|

Sis dearest, |2is this the end? I'd ask no kinder fate than to stay where I am at this moment |a|bby local optionb| |bin the birds' lodgingb| until well into the night the pheasants amonga| catching trophies of sturgeon by the armful and what |asmall moneya| I'd |amake I'd be possessed ofa| by poaching I'd put |ait at 1st costa| into the poteen & |aI bet you what you like I'm the boy that'd make it pay like fun & |bI'd come topholeb| |bYou back me!b|a| before you knew where I was I'd be |astaggering humanitya| |aroyallya| rolling over in tons of cash |adowna| |aI'd never cry crack |bof Cyclopsb| till I'd run my shoestring into near a million as a 1st class dealer & everythinga| but I'd be anxious about the terrible cold in the |aair amstopherea| that wd perish the Danes to be atramental to my half health.2| |2it It2| is |2my our2| grief to go on this benedictine
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errand |2even shd we forfeit our life2| but |2the most glorious mission in our history2| it is grand to be going to meet a king, not a king merely by surname, |2no, by gannies,2| but the |2great over2| king of Greater Dublin. |2We feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our cask.2| |2I We2| only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this present world as |2I am we are2| of everything in the one to come. Tell mother that. |2A |agreata| big hearty laugh |acame from hopped out ofa| him at the mere thought. |aBut & all of them were just starting to yell with the laughing, when —a| then he faced about & his eyes blazed |arather sternlya|2| And now let ye create no scenes|2, Shaun added2|. |2Just a plain |achair shays by the firea| for absenter |aShaun Jauna|.2| Cheer up all round, let ye |2all2|, |2and let ye not be getting grief |afrom ita| over my head2| till the grim reaper comes |2along nigh2| as a blessing in disguise. |2I enjoyed your |apick ofa| dinner fine.2| No lonesome stuff! Drink it off, ladies, please|2, the last stirrup cup2|. Parting's fun. |2The end of |aall of our life this our passing lifea| is now not far distant2| |2Some time |anone tooa|2| |2Soon Very shortly2| shall we be dead & happy together as you all know in the land of lost of time. |2There's no squ |apettya| family squabbles |aupa| there, I |acana| tell you. It's prayer all the time in the suburbs of the heavenly gardens. What is our miserable today compared beside the pleasure of the morrow |awhen life begins properly speaking!a|2| |2|xDevil a hair of |ame I us wea| care. When |aI wea| roll off now presently |anow on my |busualb| rounds |bagainb| for to draw Terminus Lower and Killadown |bthe big house at Castletownb| & try & collect the arrears |bof extra feesb| owing to me by Kelly there on |bundesirableb| printed mattera| I'll give you my |apair of two high galloper'sa| heels in the face.x|2| One or two tears are all there is to it & then in a click of the clock off we pop en route for His Blessed Majesty, our longlived Lord.

|2Of course, Izzy said2| Listen, |2brother of mine benjamin brother2|, |2Izzy said. |a|bgripping |cgrabbing flushing as she grabbedc|b| her |bman male correspondentb|.a| Of course I'm ashamed of my life of the bit of nosepaper which is all I can call my own but all the same, listen2| Accept this |2|afacetowel last minute gift from my hands,a|2| in |2the2| place of a handkerchief. |2It is indulgenced for 40 nights,2| and, listen, bear it with you ever and always and|2, of course,2| when you |2make2| use |2of2| it, listen, think of one absent one |2the forsakenest, the |ablank one that was the romance in |byour theb| bottle.a| Of course2| You can |2send please forward2| it back by return in case anything happens to you so as I'll know |2if I don't hear from you2|. Listen, I
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will follow you |2publicly2| with all my eyes |2& will always show you in private the greatest proof of my constancy. Never, either, will I give you away here I'll wait |aon you, by Xmas,a| in pensive grey till you remember me & every night about this time I swear to you I'll look under the bed for males2|. Teach me how to tumble, brother, and, listen, warn me whom to love.º