Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

(Shaun Mac Irewick, briefdragger, for the concern of Messrs Jhon Jhamieson and Song, rated one hundrick and thin per storehundred on this nightly quisquiquock of the twelve apostrophes, set by Jockit Mic Ereweak. He misunderstruck and aim for am ollo of number three of them and left his free natural ripostes to four of them in their own fine artful disorder.)

Episode 2: Part 3 is now my favourite part of the book so far (only bit I love more is the short ode to ALP). I'm not sure if it was just easier than the rest or I'm finally starting to see the forest for the trees, but it was fantastic fun. From the Old Testament merging into New, to the Invincibles' haka and Irish ballads, to that indelicate death of the Russian general, every single bit of it was a blast!

"Till tree from tree, tree among trees, tree over tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever. O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy unlitten ones! Grant sleep in hour's time, O Loud! That they take no chill. That they do ming no merder. That they shall not gomeet madhowiatrees. Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low! Ha he hi ho hu."