Finnegans Wake p. 241-260

Not too much from these pages:

p. 242

"walk in her sleep his pig indicks weg femtyfem funts."

This sounds dirty.

p. 243

"ecrazyaztecs"

Ecclesiastes/The Crazy Aztecs?

p. 243 (nothin')

p. 244

"Ah, let's away and let's gay and let's stay chez where the log foyer's burning!"

Let's run away, let's go on a journey. But let's stay here. Reminds me of T.S. Eliot, "We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."

p. 245

"have stopped squiggling about Junoh and the whalk and feriaquintaism and pebble infinibility and the poissission of the hoghly course."

Stop talking about Jonah and the infinite universe?

"Pouropourim"

Purim?

p. 246

"kerkegaard"

Soren Kierkegaard.

"they newknow knowwell their Vico's road."

Is Vico's road a circular one?

p. 247

"Kod knows. Anything ruind. Meetingless.

God knows, anything and everything ruined. Meaningless.

p. 248

"If you nude her in her prime,"

Nice line.

p. 249

"I rose up one maypole morning and saw in my glass how nobody loves me but you."

Such a cute line.

p. 250

"So now be hushy, little pukers!"

I'm calling someone a "little puker". Great pet name.

p. 251 (nothin')

p. 252

"Come, thrust! Go, parry!"

Aha! A swordfight!

p. 253

"and general thumbtonosery"

I love the expression, "thumbing their nose".

p. 254

"Finnfinn the Faineant"

Finn, again?

p. 255

"Calavera, caution! Slaves to Virtue, save his Veritotem!"

Take caution from skulls! Don't be a slave to virtue, save the truth of your totem. (That's my best attempt at translation.)

p. 256

"Four Massores, Mattatias, Marusias, Lucanias, Jokinias,"

Earlier we had the three musketeers, now there's the four, with D'artagnan.

p. 257 (nothin')

p. 258

"Azrael with our harks, by our brews, on our jambses, in his gaits."

Something cool about the angel of death, but I can't figure it out.

"And shall not Babel be with Lebab?"

I know that both are biblical terms, maybe they're both bad (Tower of Babel, and Laban, who made Jacob work for his daughters.)

p. 259

"Ha he hi ho hu. Mummum."

FEE FI FOE FUM!

p. 260

"Mater Mary Mercerycordial of the Dripping Nipples, milk's a queer arrangement."

This creates some weird imagery in my head.