FINNEGANS WAKE

Manuscript

Fair copy, August 1927, I.6§4 draft level 1

MS British Library 47473 225-232 Draft details

I.6§4 (FW 159.24 - 168)

As I have now successfully explained to you my own naturalborn rations which are even in excise of my vaultybrain insure me that I am a mouth's more deserving case. I feel in symbathos for my ever devoted friend and halfaloafonwashedº brother (darling gem! darling blank) because he is such a barefooted rubber with my supersocks pulled over his face which I publicked in my bestback garden. You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you will not be wrong about it. But

Will you please come over and let us mooremoore murgessly to each's other down below our voices. iº am beingº underheerd by old billfaust. wilshº is full of curks. theº coolskittle is philip deblinite. mrº wistº is thereover beyeind the wantnot. wilshº and wist are as thick of thins udder as faust on
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the deblinite. And from the poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at they are on all foreº as foibleminded as you can feel they are fablebodied.

My heeders will recall with |1greatº1| leisure how at the outbreak before trespassing on the space question where even
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michelangelines have fooled to dread I proved to mindself as to your sotisfictionº how his abject all through (the quickquid of Professor Ciondoloni'sº too frequently hypothecated Bettlermensch) is nothing so much more than a mere cashdime,º however genteelº he may want ours, if we please (I am speaking to us in the second person),º to feel about it,º for to this graded |1intellecktuals intellacktualsº1| dime is cash and the cash system (you must not be allowed to forget that this is all contained, I mean the system, in the dogmarks of origen on spurios) means that I cannot now have or nothave a piece of cheeps in your pocket at the same time and with the same manners asº you can now nothalf or half the cheek apiece I've in mind unless Burrus and Caseous have not or not have seemaultaneously sysentangled themselves, selldear to soldthere, once in the dairy days of buy and buy.

Burrus, let us like to imagine, is a genuine prime, the real choiceº, full of natural greace, the mildest of milkstoffs yet unbeaten as a risicide and, of course, obsoletely unadulterous,º whereat Caseous is obversely the revise of him and in fact not an ideal choose by any meals, though the betterman of the two is meltingly addicted to the more casual side of the arrivalist'sº case and, let me say it at once, as zealous over him as is passably he.
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The older Kaeser, becomeº unbeurrable from
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age, havingº been sort-of-nineknived and chewly removed theº twinfreer types are billed to make their reupprearanceº on the deserted champ de bouteilles. I could paint you to that butter ifº you had some wash. Caseousº may hethinkº himself a thought of a caviller but Burrus has the reachly roundered head that goes best with thoftthinkingº fideism.º He has the lac of wisdom under every dent in his smile, while the other follow's blank. It was aptly and corrigidly stated (andº it is royally needless for one |1º ex ungue Leonemº1| to say by whom) that his seeingscraft was that clarety as were the wholeborough of Saintº Poutresbourg to be averlaunched over him pitchbatch he could still make out with his augstritchº the green moat in Ireland's Eye. Let me sell you the fulltruth of Burrus when he wore a younker. Here it is, and churmingº too, in six by sevens! A cleanly line, by the gods! A kingº off duty and a jaw for ever! And what a cheery ripe outlook, good help me Deus v Deus!º If I were to speak
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my wholeº mouthful to arimanº about it you should call me the Ormuzd |1aliment1| in your midst of faime. Eat ye up, heat ye up! sings the somun in the salm. Butyrum et mel comedet ut sciat reprobareº malum et eligere bonum. Thisº, of course, also explains why we |1are were1| taught to play in the childhood: Der Haensli ist ein Butterbrot,º fein Butterbrot,º mein Butterbrot! Und Koebi iss dein Schtinkenkot! Ja! Ja! Ja!

This,º in fact, just to show you, is Caseous, the |1brotherscutch brutherscutch1| or puir tyron: a hole or two, the highstinkº aforefelt and anygoº prigging wurms. |1Cheese! Cheesugh!1| you complain. And Hi Hi High must say you are not Hoa Hoa Hoally in the wrong!
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Thus we cannot escape our likes and mislikes, exiles or ambusheers, beggar and neighbour, and soº — this is where the dimeshow advertisers advance the temporal relief plea — let us be tolerant of antipathies. Nex quovis burro num fitº mercaseus?º I am not hereby giving my final endorsement to the learned |1ignorance ignorants1| of the Cusanus philosophism in which old Nicholas pegs it down that the smarter the spin of the top the sounder the span of the buttom. (Whatº the worthy old auberginiste ought to have meant was: the more stolidly immobileº in space appears to me the bottom which is presented to |1us use1| in timeº by the top primomobilisk &c.)º And I shall be misunderstood if understood to give an unconditional sinequam toº the heroicised furibouts of the Nolanus theory, or, at any rate, of that substrateº of apart from hissheory where the Theophileº swoors that on principial he was the pointingstartº of his odiose by comparison and that whiles eggs will |1be fall1| cheapened all over the walled the Bure will be dear on the Brie.

Now, while I am not out now to be taken up as unintentionally recommending the Silkebjorgº turondunamon machineº for the more enocomicalº helixtrolysis of these amboadipates until I can find space to look into it myself a little more closely first,º I shall go on with my decisions after having shown to you in good time how both products of our social stomach are mutuearly polarised. Positing|1, as above,1| tooº maleº pooles, the one the pictor of the other and the omber the σκοτιαº of the one, and looking wantingly around our undistributed middle between males,º we feel we must waistfully woent a female to focus and |1at this point on this stage1| there pleasantly appears the cowrymaid (whom we shall often meet below)º who introduces herself upon us at some precise hour which we shall again agree to call absolute zero or the bubblingpoint of platinism. And so like that former son of a kishº who went |1up and1| out to found his farmer's ashesº we come |1down1| home gently on our |1turnedaboutº1| asses to meet Margareen.

We now romp through a period of pure lyricism of shamebred music evidenced by such words in distress as I cream for thee,º sweetº Margareen!º and the more hopeful O Margareena! O Margareena!º Stillº in the bowl is left a lump of gold! The pawnbreaking pathos of the first of these shoddy pieces reveals it as a Caseous effort. Burrus's bit is often used for a toast. Of course,º the unskilled singer continues to pervert ourº wiser ears by subordinating the space-element, that is to sing, the aria, to the time-factor, which ought to be killed, illtempor. I should advise any unborn singer who may still be among my heeders to forget her temporalº diaphragm at home
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(the best thing that could happen to it!) and attack the roulade with a swift colpo di glottide to the lug (though Maace I will insist was reclined from overdoing this, his recovery often being slow) and then |1O!1| on the third dead beatº O! to cluse her eyes and awpenº her oath and see what spice I may it will sendº her.

I shall have a word to say in a few yards about the acoustic and orchidectural management of the tonehall but it will be very convenient for me for the emolument to pursue Burrus and Caseous for a rung or two up their isocelating biangle. Every admirer has seen my goulache of Marge which I titled The Very Picture of a Needlesswomanº. The hatboxes which composeº the climactogram up which B and C may well be imagined ascending are suggestive of gentlemen's spring modes, these modes carrying us back to the superimposed claylayers of eocene and pleastoseen formation and the gradual morphological changes in our body politic which Professor Ebahi-Ahuri of Philadespoinis (Ill) — whose bluebutterbust I have just given his coupe de grass to neatly names a boîte à surprises. The boxes, if I may break the subject gently, are worth about fourpence pourbox but I am inventing a
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more patent process after which they can be reduced to a fragment of their
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true crust by even the youngest of Margees,º if she will take plase to be seated and smile if I please.

Now there can be no question about it either that I,º having done as much, have quite got the size of that young woman whose types may be met with in any public garden ostentatiously hemming apologetically over the briefness of some “sweet”º garment or at the movies swallowing sobs and |1blowing1| bixed bixcuits over childish chaplain's “latest” or on the verge of the gutter with some bobbedhair babyma's infant held hostage at armslength, teaching His Majesty how to make waters worse.

Margareena she's very fond of Burrus but (alick and alack!)º sheº velly fond of chee.º (The important influence exercised on everything by this eastasianº import has not been till now fully flavoured,º though we can comfortably taste it in this case. I shall come back for a little more say farther on.)º A cleopatrician in her own right,º she at once complicates the position, while Burrus and Caseous are contending for her misstery,º by implicating herself
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with an elusive antonius who would appear to hug a personal interest in refined chees of all chades at the same time as he wags an antomine art of being rude like the boor. This Antonius-Burrus-Caseous grouptriad may be said to equate the qualis equivalent with the older socalled talis on
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talis one. And this is why any simple fool you like to dress may be awfully green to one side of him and fruitfully blue on the other,º which will not screen him however from appealing to my eyes as a boosted blasted bleating blatant bloaten blasphorus blesphorous idiot!º

No! Twelve tabular times till now have I said it. My unchanging Word is sacred. The Wordº is my Wife and may the curlews crown our nuptias! |1Till Breath us depart! Beware would you change with my years!º |aYou are Bea| as young as your grandmother!1| The ring man in the rong shop but the rite words by the |1right rote1| order! Ubi lingua nuncupassit,º ibi fas! Adversus hostemº semper sac! She that will not feel my fulmoon let her peel to thee as the hoyden and the impudent! That mon that hoth no moses in his sole nor is not awed by conquists
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of word's law, who never with humself was fed and leaves his soil to lave his head, when his |1heart's hope's1| in his highlows from whisking his woe, if he came to my preach, a proud pursebroken ranger, when the heavens were welling the spite of their spout, to beg for a bite in our bark Noisdanger, would meself and MacJeffet, four-in-hand,º foot him out? — ay! — were he my own breastbrother, were we bread by the same fire and signed by the same salt, had we sold the same master and robbed the same till, were we tucked in the one bed and bit by the one flea, though it broke my heart to pray it, still I'd fear I'd hate to say …!º

C 12.º Sacer esto?

answer:º Semus sumus!