"the map of the souls' groupography rose in relief"

(476.3-478.5)  The four old men have made of themselves "a crack quatyouare of stenoggers," ready to record what they learn about Shaun like four stenographers.  Once they reach the top of the hillock they see Shaun before them.  "All of asprawl he was laying too amengst the poppies and . . . he was oscasleep asleep," the narrator says.

The four stand around Shaun's body, their senses upended to the point where "they could not rightly tell their heels from their stools" as they crouch down around "his cubical crib."  Question time is drawing near, the narrator explains.  We're now introduced to dialogue for the first time in the chapter, and given the style of the Wake, it can be hard to decipher who is saying what.  Here's the first exceprt:

--He's giving, the wee bairn.  Yun has lived.
--Yerra, why dat, my leader?
--Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah?
--Or his wind's from the wrong cut, says Ned of the Hill.
--Lesten!
--Why so and speak up, do you hear me, you sir?
--Or he's rehearsing somewan's funeral.
--Whisht outathat!  Hubba's up!

McHugh suggests, and I think it makes sense, that here the four old men are speaking in order:  Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.  Matthew thinks Shaun has died.  Mark asks why.  Luke suggests he is drunk.  John thinks he might be out of breath.  And so on.  I do like Luke's idea that Shaun is rehearsing for a funeral.

The narrator explains that the four men have unraveled a net (variously called "drifter nets," "chromous gleamy seiners' nets," "azurespotted fine attractable nets," and "nansen nets") above Shaun, seemingly to catch him when he wakes.  Finally, he does wake up, and the men begin to question him.  One (McHugh suggests it's Matthew) asks Shaun to identify the ground upon which he's resting.  "The same prehistoric barrow 'tis, the orangery," Shaun says, suggesting that they're standing on the dump where ALP's letter was discovered.  In this orangery, Shaun says, he has letters for his darling, "Typette" (Isabel).  How many letters?  "Millions," Shaun says.  "For godsends.  For my darling dearling one."