FINNEGANS WAKE

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2nd typescript, Spring-Summer 1938, IV§1 draft level 2

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IV

Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!

Calling all downs. Calling all dawns to dayne. |2Array!2| Surrection. Eirewecker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O rally! The smog is (2blank lofting. And already the oldouman's olduman has godden up on othertimes to litanate the bonnamours.2) Sonne feine, somme foehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube? Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have fused now orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to |2down dawn2|. The old breeding broadsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn MacHooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Temoram. (2Clogan slogan.2) Quake up, dim dusky, |2wake wook2| doom for husky! (2And let Billey Feghin be baallad out of his hunuluation. Confindention to churchen.2) We have highest gratifications in announcing to pewtewr publikums of pratician pratyusers: Genghis is ghoon for you.

The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld, tohp triumphant, speaketh.
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Vah! Suvarn Sur! Scatter |2fire brand2| to |2blank the reneweller2| of the sky|2., agniter of thou who agnitest! Dah! |aArcthurus, come! Arcthur is coming!º Be!a|2| Kilt by kelt shall kithagain with kinagain. We elect for thee, Tirtangel. Svadesia salve! We adjure. A way through dimdom done till light kindling light has led but find the journey, iteritinerant, |2the Kal his course,2| amid the semitary of Somnionia. Whither the spot for? Whence the hour by? |2See but! Our shades of minglings mengle them and help help horizons.2| The |2spearpoint spearspid2| of dawnfire totouches |2ain2| the |2tablestone tablestoane2| |2at ath2| the centre of the |2great2| circle of the macroliths |2ofº Helusbelus2| in the brush on this our peneplain. Overwhere. |2Great Gaunt2| grey ghostly gossips growing grubber in the glow. |2|aPast now pallsº. What serves to rob with Alliman, a turnkeyed trot to Seapoint means Noel's Bar, if you've horse in your head yourº right to Penmark, stommeringº silenced at Henge |bCollege Ceollegeºb|,
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Exmooth? Death banes and the still quoke. But life wends and the dombs spake!º Whake?a| But Hill of Hafid, knock and knock, gives relief and the bride of the Bryne is dotterº than evar to for a damse |awith weda| her farther.
2| It's a long long ray to |2Eruland's Eriland's2| premier. Come lead, crom lech! We seem to understand from vellumtomes muniment among horsehows, chariotcairns and etceterogenious bargain boatbarrows, on, over and under, how the mudden research has gone to prove that while a successive generation has been. In the deep deep deeps of Deepereras. Buried hearts. Rest here.

Conk a dook he'll doo. Svap.

The child, a natural child, |2the thenk thenown by the mnames ofº2| (aya! aya!), |2was wouldbewas2| kidnapped at an age of recent probably, possibly remoter; |2or he conjured himself from seight by slide
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at hand
;º |afor which the theatronº is a lemoronage;
a|2| at milchgoat fairmesse; in full dogdhis; |2sod on a fall;2| pat; behold, he returns; earthlost that we thought him; pesternost, the noneknown worrier; from Tumbarumba mountain; |2|xin persence of whole landslots; forebe all the rassias;x| Theº Diggingsº, Woodenhenge,º as to hang out at;2| parasama to himself; whom otherwise becauses; no puler as of old but as of young a paladin; though he appears a funny colour; |2place inspectorum sarchent; also the hullow chyst excavement;2| astronomically fabulafigured; as Jambudvispa Vipra foresaw of him; the last half-versicle repurchasing his pawned word; sure, straight, slim, sturdy, serene, synthetical, swift.

By the antar of Yasas! Ruse made him worthily achieve inherited wish. You mean to see we have been hadding a sound night's sleep? You may so. It is just, it is just about to, it is just about to rolywholyover. Svapnasvap. |2Of all the stranger things that ever not even |ain the hundrund and badst pageans of |bunthousent unthowsentb| and wonst nice or in eddas and oddes bokes of tomb, dyke and hollowa| to be have happened!2| Why? Because|2, graced be Gad and all giddy gadgets, in whose words were the beginnings,2| there are two signs to turn to, the yest and the ist, the wright side and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so |2on an2|, so |2forth farth2|. Why? On the sourdsite we have the Moskiosk Djinnpalast with its twin adjacencies, the bathhouse and the bazaar, allahallahallah, and on the spontlesite it is the Alcovan and the rosegarden, boony noughty, all puraputhry. Why? One's apurr apuss story about brid and breakfedes and parricombating and coushcoush but others is of tholes and outworn |2beings, doings buyings, dolings2| and chafferings in heat, contest and enmity. Why? Every talk has his stay, vidnis blank, and all-a-dreams at last are through. Why? It's a sot of a swigswag, systomy dystomy, which everybody you ever anywhere at all doze. Why? Such me.

And howpsadrowsay.

Lok! A shaft of shivery in the act, anilancinant. Cold's sleuth! Vayuns! Where did thots come from? It is infinitesimally fevers, resty fever, risy fever, a coranto of aria, asleeperawakening, in the smalls of one's back presentiment, gip, and again, geip, a flash from a future of maybe mahamayability through the windr of wondr |2in a wildr2| is a weltr |2as a wirbl as a warbl2| is a world.

Tom!

It is perfect degrees excelsius. A jaladaew still stilleth. Cloud lay but mackrel are. Anemone activescent. The torporature is returning to mornal. Humid nature is feeling itself freely at ease with the all fresco. |2The vervain |aheralds is to heralda| as the grass administers. They say, they say in effect, they really say. You have eaden fruit. Say whuit. You have. You snakked mid a fish. Tellº whish.
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Every those personal place objectsº isº nonthings wheresoeversº and they just done been doing being in a dromo of todos withouten a bound to be by.º You hild them, the upples, inº your trowers. Forswundled. You hald
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him by the tap of the tang.
Not a salutary sellable sound is since. Insteed for asteer,º adrift with adraft. Nuctumbulumbumus wanderwards the Nil. Victorias neanzas. Alberths neantas.
2| It was a long, very long, a dark, very dark, an allbut unend, scarce endurable night. |2Endee he sendee.2| Diu! Now day, slow day, from delicate to divine, divases. Padma, brighter and sweetster, this flower that bells, it is our hour of risings. Tickle, tickle. Lotus spray. |2Adya.2|

Thanks, Thamas. |2In that earopean end meets Ind.2|

There is something supernoctual about whatever you called him it. |2Panpan and vinvin are not alonelyº |apinpin and vanvan vanvan and pinpina| in your Tamal without tares |abuta| simplysoley they are they. This utter follow isº that odder fellow. |aHimkim kimhimº. Old yeasterloaves may be aº stale as a stub and the pitcherº go to aftoms on the wall.a|2| Mildew, murk, leak and yarn now want the bad that they lied on. And the four last words |2to date todateº2| in camparative accoustomology are going to tell stretch of a fancy |2through strength towards joyance|a, |badyantaniya adyan adyatantaºb|,a|2| where he gets up. Allay for allay, a threat for a throat.

Tim!

To them in Ysat Loka. The urb |2it2| orbs. Upon the thuds trokes truck, chim, it will be exactlyso fewer hours by so many minutes of the |2aube |aalbe opea|2| of the diurn of the sennight of the maaned of the yere of the age of the madamanvantora of |2Greatguy and Littlelady Grossguy and Littleylady, our hugibus hugibum and our weewee mother,2| and their childer |2and their napirs and their napirs' childers'º napirs2| and their chattels and their servance and their
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cognance and their ilks and their orts and their everythings that is theirs.

Much obliged, Time-o'-Thay! But where, O clerk?

|2See you not soo the pfath they pfunded, oura vatars that arred in Himmal, harruad bathar namas, the gow, the stiar, the tigara, the liofont, when even thurst was athar vetals, hoofs, hoofs, hoofs, hoofs,º padapodopudupedding on fattafottafutt. Ere we are! Gam on, |aGarge Geargea|! There's a tavarn in the tarn.2|

Polycarp pool, the pool of Innalavia, |2whereinn once we lave 'tis alve and vale,2| minnyhahing here from hiarwather, the river of lives, the regenerations of |2Funn and Nin2| Cleethabala, the kongdomain of the Alieni, an accorsaired race, infester of |2Libund Libnud2| Ocean, Moylamore, let it be. There an alomdree begins to green. It is scainted to Vitalba. And her little white bloomkins are hobdoblins' hankypanks. There too a slab slobs, immermemorial. But
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so bare, so boulder, |2offering brag sagging2| such a brr bll bmm show that, |2holy smoles wooly smoolsº |aof Barindeusºa|2|, it owed to have at leased some butchup's upperon. Old Wommany Wyes. |2Pfif!2| But this shame rock and that whispy planter tell Paudheen and his perty Molly Vardant this place is a proper |2and thisº feist a ferial2| if so be hwo hwo would celibrate |2cardnal communial,º2| the holy mystery|2, orº that the pirigrim from Mainylands beatend2|. |2A naked yogpriest, clothed |auponºa| of sundust, |ahis oakey doaked with frondest leoves,a| offrand to the the ewon. |aofa| her owen. Pfaf!2|

Hwo? Hwy|2, dairmaidens2|! |2Asthoreths, assay! |aAnd earthsigh Earthsigh |btob|a| is heavened.2|

|2Hillsengals, the |adaughtoreens daughtersa| of of the cliffs,º responsen.2|

Keavn! Keavn! And they all setton voicies about Keavn!

S. Wilhelmina's, S. Gardenia's, S. Phibia's, S. Veslandrua's, S. Clarinda's, S. Immecula's, S. Dolores Delphin's, S. Perlanthroa's, S. Errands Gay's, S. Eddaminiva's, S. Rhodamena's, S. Ruadagara's, S. Drimicumtra's, S. Una Vestity's, S. Mintargosia's, S. Mischa-La-Valse's, S. Churstry's, S. Innocycora's, S. Aungiel Calzata's, S. Clovinturta's, S. Clouonaskiey's, S. Bellavistura's, S. Santamonta's, S. Ringsingsund's, S. Heddadin Drade's, S. Glacianivia's, S. Waidafrira's, S. Thomassabbess's and |2(peepeep!)2| S. Lollisotolle's.

|2The meidinogues have tonguedº togethering. Ascend out of your bed and shrine! |aCast soros aside. Soros cast aside,º ma brone!a| You must beº extera acquarate to inter irrigateº all the arkypelicans. |aThe austrologer Wallabyº Tolan, |ba brother,ºb| who farshook our showrs from Newer
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Aland
, has signed the you and the now our mandate.a| Milenesia waits. Be smark!º
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|2What does Coemhghenº? It is the voice of Roga. His face is the face of a son. Be thine the silent hall, O Jarama! A virgin, the one, shall mourn thee. Roga's stream is solence. The ass of the O'Dwyer of Greyglens is abrowtobayse afeald of the Potterton's forecoroners. And here comes the sorter, Mr Hansen, feed up to the noxer with their geese and peeas and oats. |aBag is for Baker who bakes baxters our bread. O, what an ovenly odour! But diss is the doss for Eilder Downes and dass is what |bour theb| hardworking officials who trow to formº our G.M.P.'s pass muster generally shay for shee and sloo for slee when butting their |bhead headdb| to the pillow for a |bnight shared rest nights shared makeshiftb| with the alter girl they |btook in to sweep tuck in for sweepsakeb|.a| Dutiful wealker for his hydes of march. |aHave Havdºa| you the times time,º Hans ahike? |aHeard you the crime, senny boy? |bThe man was giddy on lettis on the dewry and this, that and the other seen to his fleece a in after his foull.b|a| He had not the declaimationº but it mights be anything after darks. |aGrantevvents! Greanteavvents!a| It is a lable iction on the porte of the cuthulicº church and summum most atole for it. Where is that blinketey blanketer, that soundº of a pealer, the sunt of a hunt whatº foxes good men?º2|

|2What does Coemhghenº, the fostard? Ask no more, Jerry mine, Roga's voice!º The cublic hut haut hatches are not yet open for hourly rincers' mess. It is not eye even yet the engine of the load with haled morries full of crates. The Greekº Siderealº Reulthway, as it havvents, will soon be starting its first? danny buzzesº instead of the vialact coloured milk train with its endless gallaxian of rotatorattlers. Also the |awaggowobbles waggonwobblesºa| are still yet everdue. Aspect, She Shamus Rogua! |aInattendant Who-is-who Inattendance who is who isºa| will play that's what's thatº to what's that.º2|

|2Oyes! Oyeses! Oyesesyeses!2|