I’m working on dissecting the second paragraph of Finnegans Wake and, of course, it’s quite dense so it’s taking me a bit longer than expected. Additionally, I spent last week away from the computer and with family so I hadn’t made any progress. But, never fear, I am working interpreting Sir Tristram and his not yet rearrival from North Armorica and will be posting soon, hopefully by the end of the week! In the meantime, I’ll give you the second paragraph to chew on for a few days:
Sir Tristram, violer d’amores, fr’over the short sea, had passencore rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyer’s rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens County’s gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all’s fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a peck of pa’s malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
Finnegans Wake by James Joyce
Shawn the Penman 