Monday, 27 January 2014

We read as far as "...a meandering male fist?" (123.10)

Some favorites of the day:

... the gipsy mating of a grand stylish gravedigging with second-best buns... (121.31)

... Brek XI, Lun III, Dinn XVII, Sup XXX, Fullup M D C X C: ... (121.34)

... truce with booty, ... (122.9)

... , lastly when all is zed and done, the pene-lopean patience of its last paraphe, ... (123.4)


Mon 10 February 2014, for those who have time and would like to: we'll be going for a quick drink nearby after the reading.

Monday, 20 January 2014

Stopped at, "(... soundsense and sensesound kin again);" (121. 16)

Some favorites of the day:

... the pees with their caps awry are quite as often as not taken for kews with their tails in their mouths, thence your pristopher polombos, hence our Kat Kresbyterians;... (119.35 )

... like sick owls hawked back to Athens:... (120.20)

... of an early muddy terranean origin...(120.29)

... which paleographers call a leak in the thatch or the aranman ingperwhis through the hole of his hat, ... (121. 11)

Note:
1. An image with the pee with its cap awry is available here.
2. There is an announcement by the Trinity College library that The Book of Kells is available online but the link given leads to an error message!
3. Plenty of images from The Book of Kells is available on Google search. 

Monday, 13 january 2014

We stopped in the middle of a long sentence/paragraph/page. Look for "... illegible airy plumeflights, all tiberiously ambiembellishing the initials majuscule of Earwicker;..." (119.16  )

Favorites of the day:

... please the pigs, ... (119.7 )

... chasms of Alle... (118. 21)

... the continually more and less intermisunderstanding minds of the anticollaborators, ... (118.24 )

... tare it or leaf it, ... (118. 28)

... we ought really to rest thankful that at this deleteful hour of dungflies dawning... (119. 31)

Also to remember - and to pause for a moment - that it was on this day in 1941 that the one who wrote, "... hoping against hope all the while that, by the light of philophosy, (and may she never foliage us!) things will begin to clear up a bit one way or another within the next quarrel of an hour...", passed away in Zurich, where today - like on other Mondays - these very words encouraged us, readers of FW, to hope that things will indeed begin to clear up a bit for us in Finnegans Wake. Soon!

Monday, 6 January 2014

The last thing we read this afternoon was, "She tole the tail of her toon. Huhu!" (117.31)

Favorites of the day:

Let a prostitute be whoso stands before a door and winks or parks herself in the fornix near a makeussin wall (sinsin! sinsin!) and the curate one who brings stron waters (gin gin! gin gin!)... (116.16)

Feueragusaria iordenwaer: now godson shine on menday's daughter;... (117.4)

From quiqui quint to michemiche chalet and a jambebatiste to a brulobrulo! (117.11)

... (it would give one the frier even were one a normal Kettle-licker)... (117.26)