Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

"My diaper has more life to it!"

book 1 chapter 6, my favorite yet. not that i understood it any more than the rest but i laughed more and cherished the "word" groupings

Chateau migraine
_/
En voor een dwaalder een stuk ongeluk
Om rond de woestenij te zien

im completely fucked

Exactly

These ruled barriers along which the traced words, run, march, halt, walk, stumble at doubtful points, stumble up again in compeirative safety seem to have been drawn first of all in a pretty checker with lampblack and blackthorn. Such crossing is antechristian of course, but the use of the homeborn shillelagh as an aid to calligraphy shows a distinct advance from savagery to barbarism.

You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy. You says: It is a puling sample jungle of woods. You most shouts out: Bethicket me for a stump of a beech if I have the poultriest notions what the farest he all means.

DNF