FINNEGANS WAKE

Protodrafts

1st draft, October-November 1925, III§4H draft level 0

MS British Library 47482a 37-40 Draft details

{ms, 038v}

|aIn the bedchamber.a| The dowager to stay kneeled down how she is. The princes of the blood royal to lie how they are without to see. The dowager's gerent to |aturn himself present armsa| right about without to be seen of them. Herein fail not.

|aHummels! What have you?, therefore?a| I fear lest we have lost ours respecting these wild parts. All now appears quite shaggy and beastful. |aHe, he, he!a| At what do you |alook show ona|? I |alook showa| because I must see |abefore my fortunea| so a great fingerpost. |aCana| You |awilla| now read the legend on it? I |acoulda| read: to the general post |a|bto the point, 1 yardb| to Sara's Bridge, 600 ydsa| to the Wellington Memorial, 800 yards, to the General |aPost Postinga| Office 2 miles, to Dunleary Obelisk, via the Rock, 8 miles Irish. |aAt what do you leer? I leer because I must see a buntingcap so pinky on the |bponk ponktb|.a|
{ms, 037v}
|aIt is for a nice greeting and many burgesses uses to |bpink it |cin this wayc|b|. Do you not have heard that the King shall come tomorrow? He shall come for hunting on our illcome |bfoxes fuxesb|. I have heard anyone tell |byesterdayb| that some should come today on morrow here but it is never here today. No Yes, but remind always you that it is always blank.a|
{ms, 038v}
Is Mr Porter always in his |agood |bsuchb| stronga| health? I thank you |abestlya|, he is exceedingly well. One sees |ahowa| he is stoutlier
{ms, 039v}
than of formerly. One would say him to have whole a litteringture of piglets under his aproham. |aShe, she, she!a| Has Mr Porter been |aalways soa| long married? O yes he |ais has been marrying sincea| ever so long. She, she, she! But at what do you again leer? I am not leering, I |aassure pink your |bpardon pardonsb|a|. I am |avery highlya| she she sherious.

Do you |anot |bmustb|a| want to go somewhere |aat ona| the present? Yes|a, O pitya|. |aWe Now wea| shall do a |afara| walk so far as number |aone's return one of Sara's placea|. We can admire |aour hera| sceneries. This little streamling These brilling streamlings please |asay trilla| me how they sing them? They |aare arisea| from |aher a cleara| springwell of our park which makes the blind |atoa| see |athe alla| blind. How it is clear? Yes, we
{ms, 040v}
shall have come to the watertrysting for here |aon another placea| is their chapelofeases of which you have not read too much. O, I must also |aquickinglya| to tryst myself in this so pretty pleasechapel. |aBut make please, |bmake it easiest do your easinessb|. |bO, this is heaven.b|a| O Mr Porter! O what shall I to do? Why do you |asuspire so |bsuspire for him so O so sigh |cfor afterc| that swollen one asb|a| I hear it? I am not |asoa| sighing |afor his fate, I assure,a| but only I am |aso so so |bsososo sosob|a| sorry |aabout Sara about my Saraa| about all in |amya| Sara's place. Listen, listen! I am doing it. Hear to those voices! |aI always always Ia| am hearing them. Humbert coughs enough. Annshee lispes privily