4 thoughts on “Where does Finnegan lie for this 351st day of the year?”
We are at: page 13, line 20: Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book
in baile’s annals….
We stopped on 15.20 “…made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho.” [Killaloe (notebook 1924) → Cill Dha Lua (kilgalu) (gael) – Church of [St.] Dalua, Co. Clare, site of Brian Boru’s palace; anglic. Killaloe + FDV: as on the day of combat Killallwhoo. ]
thus making the “eve of Killallwho” January 6th (cf “The Dead”).
Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
(12 January 2019: the snow is general all over Washington DC)
We are at: page 13, line 20: Four things therefore, saith our herodotary Mammon Lujius in his grand old historiorum, wrote near Boriorum, bluest book
in baile’s annals….
“So this is Dyoublong” Page 13 of #FinnegansWake.
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We stopped on 15.20 “…made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho.” [Killaloe (notebook 1924) → Cill Dha Lua (kilgalu) (gael) – Church of [St.] Dalua, Co. Clare, site of Brian Boru’s palace; anglic. Killaloe + FDV: as on the day of combat Killallwhoo. ]
http://www.finwake.com/ch01/ch01.htm#15
Next is Jan. 7, 2019, same place, which — coincidentally — is the feast of Saint Dalua of Tibradden
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalua_of_Tibradden
thus making the “eve of Killallwho” January 6th (cf “The Dead”).
Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
(12 January 2019: the snow is general all over Washington DC)