Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

I have no idea what this is about but I’m going to keep reading it anyway

... an impressive private reputation for whispered sins?

... eyes ravenous on her lippling lills.

... and a conscientious scripturereader to boot ...

He vows her to be his own honeylamb, swears they will be papa pals, by Sam, and share good times way down west in a guaranteed happy lovenest when May moon she shines and they twit twinkle all the night, combing the comet’s tail up right and shooting popgims at the stars.

It was the first woman, they said, souped him, that fatal wellesday, Lili Coninghams, by suggesting him they go in a field.

Be these meer marchant taylor’s fablings of a race referend with oddman rex.^ Is now all seenheard then forgotten.^ Can it was, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true than any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, beyessed to and denayed of, . . .

Life, he himself said once, (his biografiend, in fact, kills him verysoon, if yet not, after) is a wake, . . .