"we feel all serene"

(451.27-453.29)  Today's reading begins with Shaun wrapping up his description of his imagined future life with Isabel.  He pictures himself planting her "on the electric ottoman in the lap of lechery," in "the most uxuriously furnished compartments, with sybarate chambers."  He would also continue to rake in wealth:  "I'd run my shoestring into near a million or so of them as a firstclass dealer and everything."  He does worry, though, that his "alltoolyrical health" might suffer while he's "woabling around with the hedrolics in the coold amstophere till the borting that would perish the Dane and his chapter of accidents."  He says that he's telling the truth -- "I earnst." -- just as he punctuates this paragraph with a sneeze:  "Schue!"  (I myself am getting over a cold and, appropriately enough, sneezed as I read this part while going through McHugh's annotations.  Chalk this up as another great example of Joyce's mastery of onomatopoeia.)

With this daydream completed, Shaun returns to the task at hand.  He says that he recently had been thinking about "how long I'd like myself to be continued at Hothelizod.  His impending trip is making him a bit sentimental.  "'[T]is transported with grief I am this night sublime . . . to go forth, frank and hoppy . . . from our nostorey house, upon this benedictine errand," he says.  But, he recognizes, his task is "historically the most glorious mission, secret or profund, through all the annals of our -- as you so often term her -- efferfreshpainted livy."  He is going to meet "the overking of Hither-on-Thither Erin himself."  Recognizing that "[t]he Vico road goes round and round to meet where terms begin," he knows that someone suitable will come to take his place at home while he is gone:  "We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are of everything in the newlywet fellow that's bound to follow" (that newlywet fellow may even be Shaun himself).

Having come to terms with this inevitable departure (and return), Shaun says, "Well, to the figends of Annanmeses with the wholebuelish business!"  He declares that he's "beginning to get sunsick," for he's "not half Norawain for nothing," so it might be time for him to get moving.  While he's gone, he asks that the girls avoid creating a scene while mourning him (like the mourners do in "Finnegan's Wake"), saying, "I don't want yous to be billowfighting your biddy moriarty duels, gobble gabble, over me till you spit stout, you understand."  His leaving is not really anything to mourn, and he instead suggests that his absence will serve as "my gala bene fit."