"You'll have loss of fame from Wimmegame's fake."

(375.13-377.14)  The verbal onslaught from the assembled crowd outside of HCE's pub continues throughout today's reading.  The description of HCE's trial continues, with the crowd explaining that even the judge will be bought by HCE's antagonists ("With His Honour Surpacker on the binge.").  HCE's inevitable guilty verdict will cause him to have "loss of fame from Wimmegame's fake."

The focus of the crowd's attention soon turns toward HCE's family, with particular emphasis on his children.  Regarding his sons, the crowd says, "You fought as how they'd never woxen up, did you, crucket?"  This is the crowd saying that HCE never thought his sons would wake up -- or grow up (McHugh notes that "woxen up" stands in for the Danish "vokse op," which translates to "grow up") -- to supplant him.  Now is their time, though.  ALP will be featured in the papers, alongside HCE after the guilty verdict.  She'll be reduced to "bribing the halfpricers to pray for her widower in his gravest embazzlement" (with HCE apparently being convicted of embezzlement in addition to the embarrassment in the park).  Disgraced, HCE will be pictured wearing "stolen mace and anvil," while ALP will be "burrowed in Berkness cirrchus clouthses."  Interestingly enough, the crowd mentions how one man -- "the fancy cutter" -- peeped on ALP, much like HCE:  "Much as she was when the fancy cutter out collecting milestones espied her aseesaw on a fern.  So nimb, he said, a dat of dew."  HCE's not the only one guilty of his sin, then.  He's just the only one being prosecuted for it (probably because of his outsider status).

The crowd goes on to talk about Isabel's eventual wedding day, at which the disgraced HCE will be "getting hoovier, a twelve stone hoovier, fullends a twelve stone hoovier."  Drawing parallels between Isabel and the Irish stories of Diarmaid and Grania (with HCE as Finn), the crowd goes through the courtship process.  On the wedding day -- while the groom's "in the greenhouse, gattling out his.  Gun!" (or urinating) -- HCE seems to be persona non grata, standing outside without a way in.  "Slip on your ropen collar and draw the noosebag on your head," says the crowd, implying that HCE might as well dress for his suicide rather than for his daughter's wedding.  He can get in, though, if he would sneak around to the entrance "and come front sloomutren to beg in one of the shavers' sailorsuits."

The crowd's really going at HCE, and it looks like their insults will continue for another two days of reading.