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[Then they break to him the important news of the arrival of a man who has supplanted him.
[Then they break to him the important news of the arrival of a man who has supplanted him.
A-Skeleton-Key-to-Finnegans-Wake
The whole thing is in movement, and with many a tale to tell.
The story of One that spied upon Two, was caught by Three, and set the whole town talking.
Stories of the old wife and her forty bairn, of old Noah and his mash, of a grave man and a light woman, of golden youths fit for gelding, of what the naughty girlie made the man do.
Let us take for example, the tale of Jarl van Hoother?
and the Prankquean:
? (? ? ) "Of a night, late, long time ago, when Adam delved and Eve span, when life and love were wild and free and everyone did as he pleased, Jarl van Hoother, the melancholy widower, was alone. Tristopher and Hilary, his two little jimmies, were kicking their dummy about on the floor of his home- righ,* c astle, and e arthenhouse. And be dermot, who came to the keep of his inn only the prankquean. She asked for a poss of porter. And that was how the skirmishes began. The lord of the castle refused her, in Dutch, and the door was shut in her face. So her grace o' malice kidnaped the little Tristopher and carried him off to her wilderness in the west. Jarl van Hoother bellowed after her, but she carried the boy away. She had the child instructed by her four wise old masters, and he became a blackguard. --Then around she circulated and, be redtom, after a brace of Halloweens, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's, where Hilary and (? ? ) the dummy were kicking about, like brother and sister, on the floor. She asked for two poss of porter. Van Hoother again refused her. The door was shut in her face. So she set down little Tristopher, picked up little Hilary, and ran off with him to the west. Jarl van Hoother cried after her, but she carried the boy away. She had the child instructed by her four wise old monitors, and she made a Cromwellian out of him. --Then around she circulated, and, be dom ter, after a pair of trans- formations, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's, where the jiminy and the dummy were making love upon the floor. She asked for three poss of porter. And that was how the skirmishes ended. The Jarl himself, the old ter- ror of the dames, came hippety-hop out of the portals of his castle, (? ? ) dressed in his ample costume. He ordered the shutter clapped in her face. It was shut. (Perkodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghund- hurthrumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun! )? And they all drank free.
? ? her own castle in Connaught. She refused to return the boy until his father had solemnly promised that the doors of Castle Howth would never again be closed at mealtime. In the present version the events are recounted thrice with modifications, after the manner of the fairy tale, and under the influence of the family pattern of HCE. There is also a play on three historical attempts to reshape the beliefs and institutions of Ireland: the Elizabethan Anglican, the Cromwellian Puritan, the modern socialist.
* Vanhomrigh, the father of Dean Swift's Vanessa.
? The thunder voice (see p. ? ) resounds now through the anger of the old Jarl. It is his own impotence that has unstrung him.
Note: Unless otherwise specified, page references in the footnotes are to the pages of Finnegans Wake.
? ? * A world cycle or aeon (Sanskrit).
? The Earl of Howth and Grace O'Malley (? ? ? ? ). A jarl is a Scandinavian chieftain; the word
"jarl" is related to the English "earl. " The story goes that Grace O'Malley, returning from a visit to Queen Elizabeth, paused at the door of the Castle of Howth for a night's lodg- ing. The family was at dinner at the time, and the door was rudely slammed in her face. Whereupon she managed to kidnap the little heir of the castle and made off with him to
? ? A Skeleton Key to Finnegans Wake ? ? Finnegan's Fall ? ?
? For one man in his armor was a fat match always for any girls under skirts. And that was the first piece of alliterative poetry in all the flaming flatuous world: a sweet exposure of the Norwegian Captain. * It was resolved that the prankquean should hold to the dummy, the boys keep the peace, and van Hoother let off steam. He is the joke of the entire town. "
[This tale concludes the little study of landscape and museum evidences. The prehistoric figures of Mutt and Jute, the medieval notices of the Blue Book of Mammon Lujius, the comparatively recent histories of the Wellington Museum, the entire sweep of the landscape, a certain midden dump (? ? , ? ? ) and the fantasies of popular tales, all have revealed unmis- takable symptoms of the common substratum. We are not surprised to see now, dimly at first, but then gradually more strongly, the Wake scene re- emerging through the traits of the land. ]
Oh, happy fault,? that drew from heaven the promise of redemption and the descent to man of that precious, unique Son of the Father! From the evil action of the devil proceeds the great boon of the Annunciation. Regard again the configurations of this countryside. Behold again the enor- mous hulk of the fallen sinner, and beside him, the little stream. Cloudcap is on him; his vales are darkling. With lips she lisps to him all the time of such and such and so and so. Impalpable, he reappears, and the waves, the Four Waves of Ireland,? are pounding against the promontory of his head. Landlocked by his mistress, perpetuated in his offspring, the poets could tell him to his face and her to her pudor puff, how but for them, our life- givers, there would not be a spire in the town nor a vessel floating in the dock, nor a single one of us.
? (? ? ) He [All-Father Finnegan] gained his bread in the sweat of his brow. He delivered us unto death. And he would again, could he awaken. And he may again. And he will again. Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding, will you whoop for my deading? For my darling is awake! [Someone cries out:] "Whisky! "
[The old man stirs to rise. He hollers in his native tongue:] "Soul of the devil, did ye think me dead? "
[Whereupon the twelve gentlemen hasten to hold him down and to soothe him back to sleep. For a new and prosperous world age has been founded on the fact of his demise. It would be nothing short of cata- strophic to have the old substratum himself break back into action. ]
"Now be easy, good Mr. Finnegan; lie back and take your rest like a god on pension. Things have changed. You wouldn't know the place. You might only be getting into trouble. 'Tis hard to part from old Dublin, sure! But you're better off where you are. You have everything you want. We'll be regularly coming to tend your grave. We'll bring (? ? ) you proper offer- ings. . . . Your fame is spreading, the fame of the fine things you did for us. . . . They're calling you grand and fancy names. . . . There was never your like in the world. . . . (? ? ) We've left where you dumped it, that barrow of rubbish. . . . * Your form is outlined in the constellations . . . be not uneasy, you've been decently entombed. . . .
"Everything's going on the same old way: coughing all over the sanc- tuary; three square meals a day; the same shop slop in the window; meat took a drop; coal's short; barley's up again. The boys are attending school. (? ? ) Kevin's a fine little fellow, but the devil gets into Jerry now and then. Hetty Jane is a Child of Mary. Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts and is making a rep, dancing twice nightly at Lanner's. 'Twould delight your heart to see her. "
[At this last bit of news the old giant stirs mightily. The men of the company settle him firmly. ]
"Easy, easy now, you decent man! Hold him, gentlemen, hold him! It's our warm spirits he's sniffing. Cork up that bottle, O'Flagonan! Fetch here, Pat Koy, give a hand!
? ? * The Norwegian Captain we shall meet in Bk. II, chap. ? ; he is the Flying Dutchman as- pect of HCE. The prankquean is ALP as seductress. The point is, that this folk tale, se- lected at random, discloses, as does everything else in the world, the traits of our guilty hero and his fall. All conforms to the family pattern of HCE, ALP, their daughter, and the twins.
? "O felix culpa," St. Augustine's celebration of the fall which brought the redemption through God's love. "O Phoenix Culprit! " is its usual form in Finnegans Wake.
? The Four Master Annalists are known as "The Four Waves of Ireland. "
? ? * Compare the "wholeborrow of rubbages dumptied on to soil here" (p. ? ? ). This is the midden heap from which the hen, Belinda, is to unearth the letter (p. ? ? ? ).
? ? ? A Skeleton Key to Finnegans Wake
? "I'm keeping an eye on the household: on Behan, old Kate, and the butter. (? ? ) Your missus is looking like the Queen of Ireland: too bad you're not around to talk to her, as you did when you drove her to the fair. She was flirtsome then, and she's fluttersome yet. She's fond of songs and scandals. Her hair is as brown and as wavy as ever. So rest you! Finn no more!
"
[Then they break to him the important news of the arrival of a man who has supplanted him. The heroic, carefree, gigantic times are past. The fam- ily man has arrived: HCE. ]
"By the hooky salmon, there's already a big lad on the premises, (? ? ) with his Shop Illicit, flourishing like a baytree. A pocked little wife he has, two boys, and a midget of a girl. Round and round he goes: so there's neither be- ginning nor end to what it was he was seen doing in the Park. But no matter what his scandal may be, he has created for his creatured ones a creation. Humme the Cheapener, Esquire, has arrived in the twin turban dhow, The Bey for Dybbling. And he has been seen reproaching himself like a fishmum- mer these sixty-ten years ever since. He is the big and only One, who will be ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Edenborough. "
? chapter ii
HCE--His Agnomen and Reputation
? [HCE has supplanted Finnegan. Vico's giant has given place to Vico's pa- triarch. An impossible legendary age has been superseded by the actualities of historic man. Or again, to employ another of the allegories, the fabulous days of comical granddad have yielded to the presence of HCE, our living father.
[HCE entered the book mysteriously at the close of Chapter ? . He ar- rived from afar and from the ocean, updipdripping from the depths, "one tide on another, with a bumrush in a hull of a wherry" (? ? ). This arrival, a vivid birth image, represents the coming into being of Homo sapiens at the close of the Ice Ages, or of Western Man after the fall of Rome; it repre- sents, too, the birth of the individual after the night of the womb, and the dawn of ego-consciousness.
[The following three chapters deal with the stories of the very earliest days of HCE. Properly, the hero of these chapters is the infant, half- remembered; the chubby tumbler through whose obscene little deeds and vicissitudes were established the outlines of character that today appear in the man. Something went wrong somewhere, but we never quite know what it was. For, as Joyce declares (? ? ), "in this scherzarade or one's thou- sand one nightinesses that sword of certainty which would indentifide the
From the book A SKELETON KEY TO FINNEGANS WAKE.
Copyright (C) 1944, 1961 by Joseph Campbell and Henry Morton Robinson, Copyright (C) 2005 by the Joseph Campbell Foundation.
Reprinted with permission of New World Library, Novato, CA. www. newworldlibrary. com or 800/972-6657 ext. 52.
? ?
? (? ? ) "Of a night, late, long time ago, when Adam delved and Eve span, when life and love were wild and free and everyone did as he pleased, Jarl van Hoother, the melancholy widower, was alone. Tristopher and Hilary, his two little jimmies, were kicking their dummy about on the floor of his home- righ,* c astle, and e arthenhouse. And be dermot, who came to the keep of his inn only the prankquean. She asked for a poss of porter. And that was how the skirmishes began. The lord of the castle refused her, in Dutch, and the door was shut in her face. So her grace o' malice kidnaped the little Tristopher and carried him off to her wilderness in the west. Jarl van Hoother bellowed after her, but she carried the boy away. She had the child instructed by her four wise old masters, and he became a blackguard. --Then around she circulated and, be redtom, after a brace of Halloweens, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's, where Hilary and (? ? ) the dummy were kicking about, like brother and sister, on the floor. She asked for two poss of porter. Van Hoother again refused her. The door was shut in her face. So she set down little Tristopher, picked up little Hilary, and ran off with him to the west. Jarl van Hoother cried after her, but she carried the boy away. She had the child instructed by her four wise old monitors, and she made a Cromwellian out of him. --Then around she circulated, and, be dom ter, after a pair of trans- formations, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's, where the jiminy and the dummy were making love upon the floor. She asked for three poss of porter. And that was how the skirmishes ended. The Jarl himself, the old ter- ror of the dames, came hippety-hop out of the portals of his castle, (? ? ) dressed in his ample costume. He ordered the shutter clapped in her face. It was shut. (Perkodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghund- hurthrumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun! )? And they all drank free.
? ? her own castle in Connaught. She refused to return the boy until his father had solemnly promised that the doors of Castle Howth would never again be closed at mealtime. In the present version the events are recounted thrice with modifications, after the manner of the fairy tale, and under the influence of the family pattern of HCE. There is also a play on three historical attempts to reshape the beliefs and institutions of Ireland: the Elizabethan Anglican, the Cromwellian Puritan, the modern socialist.
* Vanhomrigh, the father of Dean Swift's Vanessa.
? The thunder voice (see p. ? ) resounds now through the anger of the old Jarl. It is his own impotence that has unstrung him.
Note: Unless otherwise specified, page references in the footnotes are to the pages of Finnegans Wake.
? ? * A world cycle or aeon (Sanskrit).
? The Earl of Howth and Grace O'Malley (? ? ? ? ). A jarl is a Scandinavian chieftain; the word
"jarl" is related to the English "earl. " The story goes that Grace O'Malley, returning from a visit to Queen Elizabeth, paused at the door of the Castle of Howth for a night's lodg- ing. The family was at dinner at the time, and the door was rudely slammed in her face. Whereupon she managed to kidnap the little heir of the castle and made off with him to
? ? A Skeleton Key to Finnegans Wake ? ? Finnegan's Fall ? ?
? For one man in his armor was a fat match always for any girls under skirts. And that was the first piece of alliterative poetry in all the flaming flatuous world: a sweet exposure of the Norwegian Captain. * It was resolved that the prankquean should hold to the dummy, the boys keep the peace, and van Hoother let off steam. He is the joke of the entire town. "
[This tale concludes the little study of landscape and museum evidences. The prehistoric figures of Mutt and Jute, the medieval notices of the Blue Book of Mammon Lujius, the comparatively recent histories of the Wellington Museum, the entire sweep of the landscape, a certain midden dump (? ? , ? ? ) and the fantasies of popular tales, all have revealed unmis- takable symptoms of the common substratum. We are not surprised to see now, dimly at first, but then gradually more strongly, the Wake scene re- emerging through the traits of the land. ]
Oh, happy fault,? that drew from heaven the promise of redemption and the descent to man of that precious, unique Son of the Father! From the evil action of the devil proceeds the great boon of the Annunciation. Regard again the configurations of this countryside. Behold again the enor- mous hulk of the fallen sinner, and beside him, the little stream. Cloudcap is on him; his vales are darkling. With lips she lisps to him all the time of such and such and so and so. Impalpable, he reappears, and the waves, the Four Waves of Ireland,? are pounding against the promontory of his head. Landlocked by his mistress, perpetuated in his offspring, the poets could tell him to his face and her to her pudor puff, how but for them, our life- givers, there would not be a spire in the town nor a vessel floating in the dock, nor a single one of us.
? (? ? ) He [All-Father Finnegan] gained his bread in the sweat of his brow. He delivered us unto death. And he would again, could he awaken. And he may again. And he will again. Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding, will you whoop for my deading? For my darling is awake! [Someone cries out:] "Whisky! "
[The old man stirs to rise. He hollers in his native tongue:] "Soul of the devil, did ye think me dead? "
[Whereupon the twelve gentlemen hasten to hold him down and to soothe him back to sleep. For a new and prosperous world age has been founded on the fact of his demise. It would be nothing short of cata- strophic to have the old substratum himself break back into action. ]
"Now be easy, good Mr. Finnegan; lie back and take your rest like a god on pension. Things have changed. You wouldn't know the place. You might only be getting into trouble. 'Tis hard to part from old Dublin, sure! But you're better off where you are. You have everything you want. We'll be regularly coming to tend your grave. We'll bring (? ? ) you proper offer- ings. . . . Your fame is spreading, the fame of the fine things you did for us. . . . They're calling you grand and fancy names. . . . There was never your like in the world. . . . (? ? ) We've left where you dumped it, that barrow of rubbish. . . . * Your form is outlined in the constellations . . . be not uneasy, you've been decently entombed. . . .
"Everything's going on the same old way: coughing all over the sanc- tuary; three square meals a day; the same shop slop in the window; meat took a drop; coal's short; barley's up again. The boys are attending school. (? ? ) Kevin's a fine little fellow, but the devil gets into Jerry now and then. Hetty Jane is a Child of Mary. Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts and is making a rep, dancing twice nightly at Lanner's. 'Twould delight your heart to see her. "
[At this last bit of news the old giant stirs mightily. The men of the company settle him firmly. ]
"Easy, easy now, you decent man! Hold him, gentlemen, hold him! It's our warm spirits he's sniffing. Cork up that bottle, O'Flagonan! Fetch here, Pat Koy, give a hand!
? ? * The Norwegian Captain we shall meet in Bk. II, chap. ? ; he is the Flying Dutchman as- pect of HCE. The prankquean is ALP as seductress. The point is, that this folk tale, se- lected at random, discloses, as does everything else in the world, the traits of our guilty hero and his fall. All conforms to the family pattern of HCE, ALP, their daughter, and the twins.
? "O felix culpa," St. Augustine's celebration of the fall which brought the redemption through God's love. "O Phoenix Culprit! " is its usual form in Finnegans Wake.
? The Four Master Annalists are known as "The Four Waves of Ireland. "
? ? * Compare the "wholeborrow of rubbages dumptied on to soil here" (p. ? ? ). This is the midden heap from which the hen, Belinda, is to unearth the letter (p. ? ? ? ).
? ? ? A Skeleton Key to Finnegans Wake
? "I'm keeping an eye on the household: on Behan, old Kate, and the butter. (? ? ) Your missus is looking like the Queen of Ireland: too bad you're not around to talk to her, as you did when you drove her to the fair. She was flirtsome then, and she's fluttersome yet. She's fond of songs and scandals. Her hair is as brown and as wavy as ever. So rest you! Finn no more!
"
[Then they break to him the important news of the arrival of a man who has supplanted him. The heroic, carefree, gigantic times are past. The fam- ily man has arrived: HCE. ]
"By the hooky salmon, there's already a big lad on the premises, (? ? ) with his Shop Illicit, flourishing like a baytree. A pocked little wife he has, two boys, and a midget of a girl. Round and round he goes: so there's neither be- ginning nor end to what it was he was seen doing in the Park. But no matter what his scandal may be, he has created for his creatured ones a creation. Humme the Cheapener, Esquire, has arrived in the twin turban dhow, The Bey for Dybbling. And he has been seen reproaching himself like a fishmum- mer these sixty-ten years ever since. He is the big and only One, who will be ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Edenborough. "
? chapter ii
HCE--His Agnomen and Reputation
? [HCE has supplanted Finnegan. Vico's giant has given place to Vico's pa- triarch. An impossible legendary age has been superseded by the actualities of historic man. Or again, to employ another of the allegories, the fabulous days of comical granddad have yielded to the presence of HCE, our living father.
[HCE entered the book mysteriously at the close of Chapter ? . He ar- rived from afar and from the ocean, updipdripping from the depths, "one tide on another, with a bumrush in a hull of a wherry" (? ? ). This arrival, a vivid birth image, represents the coming into being of Homo sapiens at the close of the Ice Ages, or of Western Man after the fall of Rome; it repre- sents, too, the birth of the individual after the night of the womb, and the dawn of ego-consciousness.
[The following three chapters deal with the stories of the very earliest days of HCE. Properly, the hero of these chapters is the infant, half- remembered; the chubby tumbler through whose obscene little deeds and vicissitudes were established the outlines of character that today appear in the man. Something went wrong somewhere, but we never quite know what it was. For, as Joyce declares (? ? ), "in this scherzarade or one's thou- sand one nightinesses that sword of certainty which would indentifide the
From the book A SKELETON KEY TO FINNEGANS WAKE.
Copyright (C) 1944, 1961 by Joseph Campbell and Henry Morton Robinson, Copyright (C) 2005 by the Joseph Campbell Foundation.
Reprinted with permission of New World Library, Novato, CA. www. newworldlibrary. com or 800/972-6657 ext. 52.
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