Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you will not be wrong about it.

an only elmtree and but a stone

Dix pagines per diem est mi modo, Meu Mojo Mo-fos.

Time for Shem before the People.

I daresay getting to page 42 is something only the tiniest fraction of humanity has achieved, and believe it or not, I am not hating it. Onward.

It made less sense than yesterday, yet infinitely more than voting for Trump, 1, 2 or 3 times. 10 pages a day these spring morns with black coffee enjoying Joyce's inscrutable musicality may be my ritual. What Folly do the Fallingdowns do (I made that up, in the spirit of the thing).

Footnote 2 ‘When the dander rattles how the peacock prance!’

Not making any promises here, but let's see how far we can take this baby. For the first time ever, I was able to get into it this morning. Didn't comprehend most, but I did some, and even recognized and laughed at one of the running jokes. So Joyce is making me smarter ... maybe.

Nossa! Se levei um ano pra ler Ulysses, esse vai me tomar 10! Mas estou confiante que vai valer muito a pena !

this raskolly Gripos

nepogreasymost?

The Pills, the Nasal Wash (Yardly’s), the Army Man Cut

no voy a pensar en lo que voy a tardar en acabar este libro por temas de salud mental pero bueno what clashes here of wills gen wonts amirite

He don’t got a single songle