Monday 27 February 2017

Monday, 27 February 2017, Pages 365-367

We stopped with "Punk." (367.7)

It was all "Pink, pleas pink, two pleas pink, how to pleas pink." Obviously whoever is speaking (most probably Earwicker alias HCE*) has come to the end of his defence or as he says, "Here endeth chinchinatibus with have speak finish." He admits that he is kind of attracted in dreams to his own daughter (... my deepseep daughter which was bourne up princely out of medsdreams unclouthed when I was pillowing  in my prime...). He thanks the soldier, and, I think, asks for the reaction of those assembled in the pub.

* There was another interpretation put forward today that the one who is defending is not Eatwicker but the great Parnell himself.

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