Day 4

The page is a continuation of the last, with more of the nonsense wordplay, this time describing the walls and roads of the streets, and the street where lady Godiva was first spotted by Tom. Not sure I would have ever decoded that without help.

It's clear from this paragraph that Finnegan is horny and dumb. His erection is mentioned again, and there's a masturbation misspelling three times. We are once again told it's thursday. I'm guessing Finnegan hit his head so hard on the tub, it sounded like thunder.

There is reference on the page to Agog and Magog, and the 12 tables of roman law, hinting at an apocalypse, which I infer to mean Finnegan is going to die from this head wound.

From the page: "Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O." My best guess? Finnegan is going to die from his drinking. The narrator is passing judgement.

Should I be copy/pasting all the text from the book so you can read along with me?

The final paragraph has Finnegan turning his face to the audience and we can see him for the first time. There's a misspelled recitation of "there is but one true god," which I'm not sure if it's a cry for god to save him, or Joyce making another remark about Islam. But he misspells Babel Tower, which suggests to me that Finnegan is speaking nonsense from the head wound now, which explains all the crazy writing.

The page ends with my least favorite thing that Joyce is doing throughout.

"From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath
or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the
bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies."

I don't know these words and these places. And I can no longer be arsed to research what they are. More Gertrude Stein-style nonsense that's preying upon my patience.

Joyce you aren't that good. I don't watch the last 20 minutes of 2001, either. Kubrick isn't THAT good that I have to suffer all of his self-inulgences.