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Contraries converging, or maybe just plain overweening provincialism. On the other hand, Ireland (the land of Ossian) represents the opposite. According to legend, earwigs lodge themselves into the ear, from which they can bore through to the brain.ĥ93.5: “to Osseania:” on the one hand, Oceania, being about as distant as possible, supports the claim to world-wide coverage. 3: since I.2, Persse O’Reilly, whose name derives from the French for earwig, has been both Earwicker’s nemesis and alter ego his assaults, like the radio’s broadcasts, have been nothing if not oral, attacking the listener aurally. (Obvious?) Also, as remarked earlier (see 533.32, with note), some world capitals boasted radio “superstations,” promoted as capable of reaching around the world.ĥ93.3: “O rally:” Orally/aurally (Again, radio communication.) On waking – certainly to an alarm clock – a first or the first sensation is likely to be aural. Among the many subsequent noticings of the dawn and its advancing light, see in particular 594.21-2, 594.25-6, and 595.9.ĥ93.2-3: “Surrection!:” from Latin surgere, to riseĥ93.3: “Eireweeker:” wecker: German for alarm clockĥ93.3: “wohld bludyn world:” whole bloody world. (Also, “downs” as towns.) As such, evidence, like FDR’s “brandnew braintrust” ( 529.5), the Nazi regime’s “Strength Through Joy” program (598.23-4), and the latest developments in thirties communications technology (see note to 123.13-4), that Joyce was incorporating late-breaking contemporary material throughout virtually all of the time he was writing FW.ĥ93.2: “Array!” H’ray! Also, a ray! (the dawn’s first ray of sunlight). Paul Léon, Joyce’s secretary, on IV: “he is working at the aubade which ends the book.” An aubade (compare “aube” (.9)) is a poem or musical composition for early morning.ĥ93.2: “Calling all downs:” “Calling All Cars!:” American radio program, running from late 1933 to 1939, which opened with these words. Despite a glimmering awareness of dawn and daylight, FW’s dreamer never really stops dreaming – one reason, probably, that the writing in III.4 and IV never really changes over to what Joyce called “wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.”

At 625.33 she is still saying, “How glad you’ll be I waked you!,” and four pages later, as last page doubles back to first, he is still horizontally stretched out, “early in bed and later on life” (3.17-8).

Preliminary note: Much of this final chapter consists of ALP attempting to wake HCE, get him up, get him dressed, breakfasted, and going on a morning trip to Howth, with encouraging words about how nice he’ll look, how fine the weather is, how much they’ll enjoy themselves.

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