Finnegans Wake p. 481-500

p. 481

"Dream. Ona nonday I sleep."

Is this a reference to a change of perception?

p. 482

"Vulva! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva!"

Naughty.

"the point of eschatology our book of kills"

Eschatology. That's an old carry-over from Bible as Lit. Why bad things happen to good people.

p. 483

"my clothes from patrisitic motives,"

Patriarchal motives?

p. 484

"P.Q.R.S"

Rome, but jumbled?

p. 485

"Hastan the vista! Or in alleman: Suck at!"

Hasten the Vista! Or in America/German (in French): Suck it!

"Ichthyan!...Gags be plebsed!"

Jesus and God?

p. 486

"pliestrycook...brainpan...Tiens, how he is like somebodies!"

For some reason, this reminds me of Titus Andronicus cooking the sons of Tamora into a pie.

p. 487 (nothin')

p. 488

"I never dramped of prebeing a postman"

Nobody does, I suppose.

p. 489

"My dear sir! In this wireless age any owl rooster can peck"

Nice prediction, Mr. Joyce.

p. 490

"I speak truly, it's a shower sign that it's not."

If he speaks truly, he's lying.

p. 491

"A being again in the becomings again."

Eternal return?

p. 492

"especially with him being forbidden fruit and Certified by his sexular clergy...volvular,"

This just cracks me up.

p. 493 (nothin')

p. 494

"Ruby and  beryl and chrysolite, jade, sapphire, jasper and lazul."

Mineralogy?

"Ophiuchus being visible above thorizon,"

Orpheus?

p. 495

"was freely pledged in their pennis in the sluts machine,"

Naughty.

p. 496

"Alas for livings' pledjures!"

Alas! The pleasures of living.

p. 497

"Quinnigan's Quake!"

Whoa.

p. 498

"swanks of French wine stuarts and Tudor keepsakes"

A lot of pretentious people?

p. 499

"Dood dood dood!"

AH! He even predicted the vulgar language!

"God serf yous kingly, adipose rex!"

Something about Oedipus Rex.

p. 500 (nothin')