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6581957 No.6581957 [Reply] [Original]

ITT: realizations you've had about books
>mfw Finnegans Wake refers to the pre-funeral ceremony of Finnegan, not the region of recirculating flow immediately behind a moving solid body

>> No.6581964

no it's finnegan's thoughts just before he WAKEs up.

>> No.6582058

Who the fuck is Finnegan?

>> No.6582105

I'm pretty sure it's about showing off lexical skills.

>> No.6582392

>>6581957
No it isn't you idiot.... Its a grand allegory.
Finnegans Wake is not Finnegan's Wake for a reason.

It is also a massive joke.

>> No.6582457

>>6581957
It's James Joyce satirizing the whole of literature and of academia, also happens to be the greatest piece of satire in the English language.

>> No.6582847

>>6582058

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin street,
A gentleman Irish, mighty odd.
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
You see he'd a sort of a tipplin' way
With a love for the liquor he was born.
And to help him on his way each day,
He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn.

CHORUS:
Whack fol' the dah, now, dance to your partner.
Wipe the floor, your trotters shake.
wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.

One morning Tim was rather full;
His head felt heavy, which made him shake.
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home, his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice, clean sheet
and laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his head.

(Repeat Chorus)

His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch.
First she brought in tay and cake,
Then pipes, tobacco, and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?"
"Arragh, Tim, mavourneen! Why did you die?"
"Arragh, hold yer gob!" says Paddy McGee.

(Repeat Chorus)

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job.
"Oh Biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure."
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor.
Then the war did soon engage;
'Twas woman to woman and man to man.
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.

(Repeat Chorus)

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him.
It missed, and falling on the bed
The whiskey scattered over Tim.
Tim revives, see how he rises!
Timothy risin' from the bed!
Says' "Whirl your whiskey 'round like blazes,"
"Thanum an Dhul! Do ye think I'm dead?"

(Repeat Chorus)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6QTwZDzak4

>> No.6582865

>>6582457
I saw it as more of a satire of humanity and life in general.