FINNEGANS WAKE
MaMaLuJo
Fair copy, early October 1923, II.4§2 draft level 2, 2+
MS British Library 47481 13-21; Stanford Draft details
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Andº thereº they were too listening in as hard as they could to the solans and sycamores and |2the migratories
and2| mistlethrushesº and all the birds of the sea, all four of them, listening: Theyº were the big four, the four master wavesº of Erin, all
listening,º four. There was old Matt Gregory and then besides old Matt there was old
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Marcus Lyonsº, the four waves, and oftentimes they used to be saying grace together right enough:º here now we are the four of us: old Matt Gregory and old Marcus and old
Luke Tarpey: the four of us and sure thank God there are no more of us: and sure now you wouldn't go and leave out |2the other fellow
and2| old Johnny MacDougall: the four of us and no more of us and so now pass the fish for Christ'º sake, Amen: the way they used to be saying their grace before fish forº
auld lang syne. And so thereº they were spraining their ears listening and listening to the oceans of kissening with their eyes glistening all the four when he was kiddling
and cuddling his colleen bawn |2that was |avery wronga| most improper2| and cuddling her and kissing her with his poghue like
Arrah-na-poghue the dear dear annual they all four rememboredº |2who made the world andº2| how they used to be
|2at that time2|
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cuddling and kiddling her |2from2| under her mistlethrush and kissing and listening inº
the good old bygone days of Dion Boucicault |2the elder2| in
Arrah-na-poghueº |2in one of the farbackº centuriesº |awhen who made the
worlda|2| where they knew |2O'Clery2| the man on the door when they were all four collegians
|2on the nod with their slates and satchels2| in the queen's colleges
|2with another fellow2|. Ah ho!º It brought the dear
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scenes all back again as fresh as of yore Matt and Marcus and |2after that2| now there he was and his
Arrah-na-poghue before the four of them |2so shocking and scandalous2| and now thank
God there were no more of them and he |2poguing and poguing poghuing and poghuing2| and there they were listening
|2as tired as they were, |athe three jolly topers,a|2| with their mouths watering
|2along with the other fellow2| so pass the |2pogue poghue2| for Christ'
sake,º Amen. Listening andº |2poghuing and2| watering,º all the four|2, the old men
of the sea,2| Luke and Johnny MacDougall andº all wishening for anything at all of the bygone times for a cup of kindness
yet for four farback tumblerfuls of woman squash with them all four listening and spraining their earsº and all their mouths making water.
|2Johnny.º2| Ah well sure that's the way up and
|2it so happened2| there was poor Matt Gregory up and up the others and now really and truly they were four dear old
heladiesº and really they looked so nice and respectable with their grey half a tall hat and tailormade frock coatº and |2then after
that2| they had their fathomglasses to find out all the fathoms and their half a tall hat just now like the marquess of |2powerscourt Powerscourt2|
only for theº saltwater or the auctioneer there in front of the place near |2Clery's2| that
|2ancient Dameº2| street where theº statue of Mrs
|2Dannie Dana2| O'Connell behind the Trinity college that arranges all the auctions of the valuable
colleges,º |2Smith Battersby Sisters,2| like the auctioneer Battersbyº
Sisters that sells all the fine statues and powerscourts,º
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James H Tickell, the jaypee, off Hoggin Green going to the horse show |2before the flood2| alongº with another fellow and
|2the shoeblacksº andº2| everyone |2getting
highsteppingº to getº2| out of his way and all the
|2tercentenaryº2| horses
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|2|afrom the Curragha| andº confusionaries2| over from England and American visitors (so they say) all over in his
grey half a tall hat (how do you do, jaypee?º) and his fathomglasses to find out all the improper colleges (and how do you do, Mr
|2Dameº2| James? get out of my way!) and all the horsepowers. But now that reminds me
of the poor Marcus of Lyons and poor Johnny and |2the what do you think of the2| four
of us and there they were now listening right enough, the four saltwater widowers, and all they could remembore long long ago in the olden times and Lally when my heart knew no care and
after that then there was the landing ofº |2sir (+Dame
Lady+)2| James Casement inº |2the year of the flood2| 1132 and the christening of
|2King Queen2| Battersby |2the
Fourth2| according to |2his grace her grace2| the
bishop,º |2alderman alderwomanº2| J. P. Bishop, Senior, and then there
was the drowning of Pharoah and all his pedestrians and they were all completely drowned into the sea, the red sea, and then poor Martin Cunningham outº of the castle
|2on pension2| when he was completely drowned off Dunleary at that time in the red sea and a lovely
mourning paper and thank God there were no more of him. And that now was how it was. Ay, ay. And so he was.
Marcus. And after that there was the Flemish armada all scattered and all drowned there and then on a lovely morning |2after the
flood2| at |2(+about+)2| elevenº
thirtytwo off the coast of Cunningham and saint Patrick |2the anabaptist2| and Kevin the
|2blank lacustrian2| and Powerscourt and Dana our first marents
andº Lapoleon, the equestrian and all they remembored and then there was the French fleet (+2in round about+) the
year of (+Our Lady+) Notre Dame2| 1132 landing from under |2general
Boche Madam-general Bonabocheº2| in his half a grey hat and after that there he was, so terrestrial,º cuddling andº poghuing her
|2scandalous and very wrong2| under the sycamores in
Arrah-na-poghueº, so silvestrious, near the queen's colleges in 1132 Bride street behind the century man on the door. And then again they used to give the grandest known lectures
|2from sea to sea2| (Matt speaking!) according to the
pictures postcard in Roman history |2(+repeating itself+)2|
(Marcus Lyons speaking!) to the collegians green and all the old |2trinitarian2| senate
|2and the Plymouth brethren nodding and sleepin2| sleeping away in the four trinity colleges of Ulcer, Moonster, Leanstare and Cannought, the four
grandest colleges of Killorcure and Killthemall and Killeachother and Killkelly-on-the-Flure. Those were theº
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grandest |2college gynecollege2| histories (Lucas calling, hold the line!) in the
Jane Andersdaughter university for auld acquaintance sake (this |2unitarian2| lady lived to a great age at
|2(+or in orº about+)2| No.º 1132 Fitzmary
|2square Round2| where sheº was seen by many and
widely liked) for teaching the |2Roman Woman2| history |2(+repeating herself+)2|
of the spirit of nature as divinelyº developed in time |2by
psadatepholomy2|, the past and present (Johnny MacDougall speaking, give me trunks,
miss!) and present and absent and past and present and future arma virumque romanoº. Ah, dearoº dear! How it all came back to them to hear him there kissing herº and cuddling her in his Roman
|2catholic2| arms by |2(+the+)2| Cornelius Nepos. Mnepos. Anumque.
Umque.º
Queh?º Quos?
Ah,º dearo dearo dear! It was so sorry for |2|v+allv+|2| the |2|+whole twice two+|2| four of us andº Lally when he lost |2part of2| his half a hat |2and (+repeating himself and+) telling him about |aLally |+and his old fellow+| anda| all the old |+chickens drakes+| ever he had |+up in the bohereen +|2| and |2|+the old folks at home and+| |+Duignamº and+|2| Lapole |2|+and+| he couldn't stop laughing |v+about overv+|2| |v+2and Tim Tom Tam Tom Timv+|2| Tarpey, the Welshman, and the four widowers. And now that reminds me of the four |2of the2| Welsh |v+2waves waves,v+| leaping |v+laughing laughing,v+|2| in theirº half a Roman hat in Chichester college auction and thank God they were all summarily divorced four years before, so they say, by their dear poor shehusbands in dear bygone days and never brought to mind, to see no more the rainwater on the floor but still they parted, raining water laughing, on the best of terms and be forgot which was plainly foretold by their old pilgrim song As I was going to |2Castletownhackett Ballymacarett2| weº fell in with a |2bitch lout by2| the name of |2Burke Peebles2| as also in another place by their |2favourite orthodox2| proverb That |2old2| fellow knows milk though he's not used to it |2latterly2|. And so they parted. Ay, ay. The good go and the wicked is left |2over2|. Ay, ay. Ah, well, sureº that's the way. Woman. Squash. Part. Ay, ay. By decree absolute.
Lucas. And well they could remembore at that time Mrs |2Dowager2| Justice Squelchmanº in her fullbottom wig
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and beard in |2(+or aring or around about+) the year of disgrace2| 1132 at the Married Maleº Auctioneers'º court in Arrahnacuddle.
Poor Johnny of the clan of theº Dougals, the poor Scotsman,º so frightened on account of her fullbottom,º and the four masters because he was so slow
|2counting her manbuttons groomingº her ladyship2| insteadº of backscratching proper
|2like any old methodist2| andº all divorced according to their dear faithful.
|2Ah, now,º it was tooº bad!º2| Andº poor Marcus Powerscourt all persecuted by everybody he
was,º by decree absolute becauseº he made wind and water and |2dirtied all himself
and2| because he forgot to rememboreº to sign an old morning paper, a request in writing to herself on stamped parchment before saying his grace before fish and then and there and
too there was poor Dion Boucicault all drowned too poor Dion beforeº the world and her husband because it was most improper
|2and most wrong2| whenº he attempted to — well, he was |2a bit
shocking2| bad in his health, he said, with the
shinglesº falling off him — becauseº he — ah, well now, we won't be too hard on
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him as an old Manx presbyterian, andº after that he |2made his last will
and2| went to confession on his two bare |2knees marrowbones2| toº Mother Evangelist Sweeney
|2and he was so sorry, he was really, because he left the boot button inº the hansom cab2| and now tell the truth there
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were faults on both sides — well, he attempted (or so they say) — ah,
sure,º he was only funning,º with his andrewmartins and his old age coming
|2on overº2| him — well, he attempted or he was tempted to attempt some hunnish familiarities after eating a bad crab in the red sea and
sureº he was deadseasickabed |2(it was really too bad!)2|,º her poor old
divorced male, in the hospice for the dying and trying to hold the
|2nurse's nursetender's2| hand, ah,
theº poor old coax, and count the buttons and her hand and frown on a bad crab |2and dying to remembore who made a who a snoreº2|.
Ah dearo dearo dear!
And where do you leave Matt? They were all so sorry for poor Matt in his saltwater hat that she grew all out of too big for him ofº Mnepos and his overalls all falling over her in folds — sure,º he hadn't the heart in him to pull them up — poor Matt, the old
|2peregrineº2| matriarch, and a queenly man,º sitting there
|2Themistletocles2| on his
|2multilingualº2| tombstone with her face to the wall
in sight of the poorhouseº amid the rattle of hailstones,º with her
ivyclad hat and gripping an old pair of curling tongs belonging to Mrs Dana O'Connell |2to blow his brains with,2| with his can of tea
|2from Anneº Lynch2| and two cutsº of Shackleton's brown loaf
and diliskº, waiting for the end to come — God of heaven, when you think of it! Ahº ho! |2It was too bad
entirely!º2| All divorce by active parlourmen of woman squelch and all on account of the
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smell of Shackleton and Scratchmanº and his mouth watering and so now pass the loaf for Christ'º sake,º Amen. And so.
And all.
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Matt. And loaf. Ah, God be good to us! Poor Andrew Martin Cunningham! Ay, ay!º
And still and all at that time they were always thinking up of auld langº syne up their four hosenbands that were four up beautfulº
sister masters, now happily married,º and there they were always counting every night the lovely |2periwinkle
mother-of-periwinkleº2| buttons according to the lapper part of their
dress up one up two up one up four and after that there now she was, the deary, the beautfour sisters and that was her modern name right enough and they used to be getting up
|2from under2| at the kookaburraº bell
|2ringing |aall wrongºa| inside of them come in come on you lazy
|alouts loafsa| come out to hell you lousy allº inside their poor |aold
Shandonºa| bellboxº come out to hell you lousy louts,2| so frightened, at all hours everyº night on their
mistletoes,º the four old oldsters, when nobody wouldn't even let them rest, |2and getting into their way something
scandalous,2| changing the oneº wet |2underdownº2| bed they used to
sleep under and putting on their half a hat and falling over all |2the opticals
synopticals2|,º lookº |2all round the stool
walk2| everywhere for a jool to break fire to all the rancers to collect all and bits of brown, the rathure's evelopmenº in spirits of time in all fathom of space and slooping around in a
bath slipper and go away see the doctor and after that |2so glad2| they had their
night tentacles and there they used to be |2hanging flappingº2| around the waists of the
ships,º |2as tired as they were,º2| the clipperbuilt and the
fourmasters and Lally and Roeº and he telling him that oneº about a goose a lay a goldeny egg and Johnny MacGory, dear mister John,
and all the other analist, the steamshipsº andº the women-o'-war and playing ladies' foursome and their
|2bottlegreen pairº of green2| eyes and peering in,
so they say, through the steamy windows intoº the honeymoon cabins on board the big steamadories made by Fumadory and the saloon ladies' modern toilet chambers lined over prawn silk and rub off the salty catara off a windows
|2and hee hee2| listening|2, the poor old
quakers,º2| to see all the hunnishmooners and the |2firstclass2| ladies
|2and shee shee2| allº improper in a lovely mourning toilet under all their familarities,º saying their grace before
|2steamadory chambadory2| soº pass the |2pogue
poghue2| for grace sake,º Amen. And all |2trembling hee hee hee
quakingº2|, so fright, and |2shee shee2|
shakingº. Aching. Ay, ay.
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And then after thatº they used to be counting their |2peributts
motherpeributtsº2| up one up four to membore her beaufu modern
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maiden name by the dream. From Greg and Doug on poor Greg and Mat and Mar and Lu and Jo, now happily buried, our four sisters.º And there she was nowº
right enough, that lovely sight enough, the lady bawnº asthore as for days galore of planxtyº Gregory. Egory.º Ay, ay.
But sure thatº reminds me now, like another |2story
tellmastoryº2|, how they used to be at that time up always|2, tired and all,2| over
their singing |2at up2| the top
of the voice of Mamalujo |2sitting2| round
|2two by two2| up the wetº |2fire air2|
register in Old Man's House with their cold kneesº and their poor up feet asleep and all
dolled up for their blankets and materny mufflers and plimsolesº and their bowl of brown schackleº
and milky and clots for a cup of kindest yet with hold take hand and nurse and only touch of eat a lovely munkybown and wait the
pinch and prompt poor Mucusº Lyons to pass the teeth for choke sake Amensch when it so happen they were all
sicamoreº since the phlegmish hoopicough for all a possabed afterº eat a bad
cramp and johnny magories and backscrat the poor bedsores and their farthing dip and read a
letter or two every night |2before going to sleep in the
twilight2|,º a capitaletter on their old book of old year's eve 1132, their
|2Senchus Seanchus2| Mor |2by Mrs
Shemans,º2| final buff lunch edition and Lally through
their gangreneº spentacles and all the good they did in their time for Roe and |2O'Driscoll a Riscoll
O'Mulconryº a
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Conryº2| on |2all Mulº2| or Lap
|2a at2| Morion and Buffler on Matty MacGregoryº for Marcus by
Daddy de Wyer, old bagabroth, and |2one by one and2| sing a mamalujo.
And |2after that2| now |2start start all say oremus prayer |+to Peregrine and Michael and Farfassa and Peregrine+| for navigants etº peregrinantibus and in all the old sea and2| sing a lovasteamadorion in her |2doaty duckyº2| little blue and roll a hoop and how she ran and old Luke and |2Senchus Seanchus2| Mor and another more for auld lukeº syne and she haihaihail her kobbor kohinorº sehehet on the praze savohoholeº Shanghaiº.