Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

... thence your pristopher polombos, hence our Kat Kresbyterians; the curt witty witty dashes never quite just right at the trim trite truth letter; the sudden spluttered petulance of some capjtaljsed middle; a word as cunningly hidden in its maze of confused drapery as a field mouse in a nest of colored ribbons: ...

The teatimestained terminal (say not the tag, mummer, or our show’s a failure!) is a cozy little brown study all to oneself and, whether it be thumbprint, mademark or just a poor trait of the artless, it’s importance in establishing the identities in the writer complexes (for if the hand was one, the minds of active and agitated were more than so) will be best appreciated by never forgetting ... it was a habit ...

3.1

Narrated by a Shaun-obsessed donkey who gives him plenty of rope to hang himself.

Includes 2 thunderwords, a bug orgy, Shaun’s Tarrare-esque diet (he devours, amongst other things, 40 flights of stairs), a host of insults about Shem and the letter (“an infant sailing eggshells on the floor of a wet day would have more sabby” and “he’s weird, to tell you, and middayevil down to his vegetable soul”).

Probably the easiest chapter so far. “And it is surely a lesser ignorance to write a word with every consonant too few then to add all too many.”