Finnegans Wake p. 321-340

p. 321

"Flammagen's ball."

That's the kind of dance I want to go to.

"Copeman helpen."

Copenhagen?

"with an arc of his covethand,"

The Ark of the Covenant, but it also sounds like someone stealing something.

p. 322 (nothin')

p. 323

"drop down dead and deaf,"

This sounds like a pretty hardcore thing to happen to someone. Dead and deaf? Phew.

p. 324

"And they poured em behoiled on the fire. Scaald!"

There's a lot of burning going on here.

p. 325

"Anna Lynchya Pourable!"

There she is again!

p. 326

"Nansense, you snorsted?"

Nonsense, you snorted. (Perhaps about this book)

p. 327

"with a roaryboaryellas" 

Reference to an Aurora Borealis, AKA the Northern Lights.

"old Humpopolamos"

Humpty Dumpty, the Hippopotamus?

p. 328

"like a Slavocrates amongst his skippies,"

Socrates amongst his hippies? Socrates the slave?

p. 329

"The soul of everyelsebody rolled into its olesoleself."

Collective conciousness?

p. 330

"used dripping layers to shave all the furze off his face."

Furze?

"Knock knock...Knock knock...Knock knock."

AIEE! The perpetual knock knock joke! Run for your lives!

p. 331

"I'll tittle your barents if you stick that pigpin upinto meh!"

WHATTT!?

"nana karlikeevna"

A reference to Anna Karenina?

p. 332

"cataraction!"

Oh crap, a combination between contractions and cataracts. This is gonna be ugly.

p. 333 (nothin')

p. 334

"This is me vulcanite smoking,"

Volcanoes, Vulcan, the Roman god of fire, and a Star Trek reference all rolled into one!

p. 335

"hibernian knights"

Arabian Nights, anyone?

"when aimee stood for Arthurduke."

When friends stood for King Arthur?

p. 336

"We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh where with the hen in the storyaboot we start from scratch."

I love this line, we're all babes in the woods.

"Drouth is stronger than faction."

Truth is stronger/stranger than faction/fiction?

p. 337

"mankey nuts!"

Monkey nuts! Haha.

p. 338

The part with the description of the character of BUTT is pretty awesome. I imagine him as a fat Russian clergyman.

p. 339-340 (Nothin')