Finnegans Wake p. 361-380

p. 361

"The water of the face has flowed."

Once again, referencing rivers, and it sounds like someone has cried.

p. 362

"of dire want with comparative plenty (thunderburst, ravishment, dissolution and providentiality)"

This is like a laundry list of bad things that happen to cities, earthquakes, ravishes, dissolution and provincialism.

p. 363

"(so calam is solom!)"

Absalom, Absalom!

"the wonderlost for the world hips"

The wanderlust/wonder lost for the world hits.

"angelsexonism"

Sex with angels? Anglo-saxon?

p. 364

"cooking up his lenses to be my apoclogypst"

WHAT?

"Micias and Gracias may the duvlin rape the handsomst!"

DOUBLE WHAT?

"jingoobangoist,"

Reminds me of jingoism.

p. 365

"peer of bellows like Bacchulus shakes a"

A pair of Bacchus-like fellows.

p. 366

"Sir, kindest of bottleholders and very dear friend, among our hearts of steel,"

Is this talking about the hole in wine racks, where wine goes? They're surrounded by wire lattices.

"Milcho Melekmans, increaminated,"

Of course, the milkman would be increaminated.

p. 367

"since threestory sorratelling"

Telling about all three stories in the house would be a bit too much.

"Down."

We're going down a floor?

p. 368

"Guns...Guns...Guns...Guns...Guns...Not to pad them behaunt in the fear."

Lots of guns here, and they aren't here to pad, but create fear.

p. 369

"They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written. Fidelisat."

Faith to language? Also, reminds me of the "flappers" in Gulliver's Travels.

p. 370

"the fire of the lewd into those soulths of bauchees"

Lewdness in sons of bitches?

p. 371

"The humming, it's coming. Insway onsway."

This text is in a different font for some reason.

p. 372 (nothin')

p. 373

"Heigh hohse, heigh hohse, our kingdom from an orse!"

High hose, commonly worn in Shakespearean plays, and a Richard the III reference.

p. 374

"Nomad"

This just reminds me of an episode of Star Trek.

p. 375

"Scrum around, our side!"

Rugby?

"Dalymount's decisive. Don Gouverneur Buckley's in the Tara Tribune,"

Rugby commentary?

p. 376

"You cannot make a limousine lady out of a hillman minx."

You can't make someone into something they're not.

p. 377

"Slip on your ropen collar and draw the noosebag on your head."

This creates some frightening imagery.

p. 378 

"Silence in thought! Spreach! Wear anartful of outer nocense!"

We're all just a bunch of nonsense?

p. 379

The BENKBANKBONK on this page is awesome!

P. 380 (nothin')