"Here endeth chinchinatibus"

(365.15-367.19) As HCE's defense continues, he goes on the attack.  "No mum has the rod to pud a stub to the lurch of amotion," he says (McHugh notes that this is an echo of a famous Parnell quote:  "No man has a right to fix the boundary of the march of a nation."), indicating that human emotions (such as lust) cannot be checked, nor can the consequences of our actions.  He was royally devoted to his "little love aprencisses, my dears, the estelles," but returned to ALP with "the colories fair fled from my folced cheeks!"

HCE now delivers the strongest part of his defense  "Wickedgapers, I appeal against the light!" he says.  "A nexistence of vividence!"  There really is no concrete evidence of his alleged sin, just the word of the three soldiers who spied on him in the park.  HCE turns toward one of those soldiers, addressing him as "me dare beautiful young soldier."  HCE flatters the soldier a bit, and hints at offering him the hand of "my deepseep daughter" before challenging him to produce any evidence that HCE is "the catasthmatic old ruffin sippahsedly improctor to be seducint trovatellas, the dire daffy damedeaconesses."  If the soldier can produce any evidence, then HCE will willingly appear before the crown prosecutors, as that will ensure this Caesar's downfall, making the day a new Ides of March, "a good dayle to be shattat."

HCE is now finished.  "Here endeth chinchinatibus with have speak finish," the narrator says.  Appearing next in this impromptu trial are the four old men, who each say something not immediately related to the proceedings.  Maybe they're drunk, or maybe they really don't care much about HCE's plea.  After all, the narrator says "threestory sorratelling was much too many."  We will hear more from them in the next passage.