Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

let us be tolerant of antipathies

my true Bdur!

"For sleeking beauties I spinned their nightingveils, to slumbred beast I tummed the thief's air." Damn, that is gorgeous. This section is a tour de force of HCE painting a massive portrait of the town and the people, his accusers; the idea of casting stones without sin. Incredible, masterly, perplexing, but great.

Because I didn't read the editor's foreword, the page alignments have been off, but I'm now far enough to the end that I can match the count and so am advancing the page count forward to match the number of actual pages left. TMI, but it's just a note ...

Someone should narrate this with the toronto accent

Some real laugh-out-loud puns in this part. The trial scenes are always fun in this. I'm going to miss the Wake when she's over.

Looking at finishing in about a week.

1.8

A young woman and an old one washing literal and airing figurative dirty laundry on opposite river banks.

“Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye. We’ll meet again, we’ll part once more […] when the blue milk’s upset. Forgivemequick, I’m going! Bubye! And you, pluck your watch, forgetmenot. Your evenlode. So save to jurna’s end!”