"The lewdningbluebolteredallucktruckalltraumconductor!"

(377.14-379.17)  The crowd continues to hurl insults at HCE, setting the scene of Isabel's wedding by noting that the "Mumblesome Wadding Murch" is "cranking up to the hornemoonium," along with further examples of "poetry wed music."

From the wedding scene, the crowd transitions to images of HCE's death and funeral.  There's the "hearse and four horses" in which the "interprovincial crucifixioners" cast lots to determine which of the sons of the now Christ-like HCE they will adopt and how they'll let ALP know that "our myterbilder his fullen aslip."  The four old men, again in the guise of the four authors of the Gospels (i.e., "Mr Justician Luk de Luc") are in attendance at the funeral/crucifixion procession as they await "a dathe with a swimminpull."  "Isn't it great he is swaying above us for his good and ours," asks the crowd while envisaging HCE's dead corpse hanging above them.  "Fly your baloons, dannies and dennises!  He's doorknobs dead!  And Annie Delap is free!"

The crowd now addresses the legend of HCE, both his Christ-like nature and his universality:  "One fledge, one brood till hulm culms evurdyburdy."  His name is found in the sound of the thunder and the flash of the lightning.  He is, indeed, "The lewdningbluebolteredallucktruckalltraumconductor!" (most literally, "the lightning-blue-bolted electrical tram conductor," but this title also encompasses HCE's lewdness and the dream ("traum")-like nature of the Wake).  Once again -- either through resurrection or through mistake of fact by the crowd earlier -- HCE is alive, yet dying -- "He's alight there still, by Mike!" -- yet the "playgue will soon be over."  As an invader, HCE's language is different from that of the crowd:  "You talker dunsker's brogue men we our souls speech obstruct hostery.  Silence in thought!  Spreach!  Wear anartful of outer nocense!"  This thought leads to talk of a letter before the crowd perhaps begins its final barrage:  "Give him another for to volleyholleydoodlem!  His lights not all out yet, the liverpooser!"

Today's passage highlights one of the limitations of my two-page per day method.  This long paragraph is one discrete unit, and breaking it up dulls its overall effect.  Nevertheless, I'll finish this paragraph tomorrow, and Tuesday will bring the chapter to its conclusion.