"How blame us?"

(583.26-585.21)  Like the police officer at the end of yesterday's reading, we now join Luke in peeping at HCE and ALP as they enjoy marital relations through much of today's reading.  As Luke describes the act (ALP has "a trumbly wick-in-her"), he draws frequent comparisons to cricket, which go right over my head.  Without going into the gritty details, I'll note that the sex stuff is a little more straightforward and understandable.  ALP gives her husband some instructions ("scorch her faster, faster") and warns HCE lest he break the condom ("burst his dunlops and waken her bornybarnies making his boobybabies").  Everything is interrupted (or perhaps brought to a climax -- it's unclear to me at this point) when the rooster crows.

The end of the reading finds Luke giving plentiful thanks for having been able to witness this moment.  He now claims "exclusive pigtorial rights of herehear fond tiplady his weekreations," and those photos will be published in "next eon's issue of the Neptune's Centinel and Tritonville Lightowler," which have "the widest circulation round the whole universe."  His expressions of thanks seem to blend into the rooster's crowing as Luke gives credit to everything from the lamp that lit the room ("modest Miss Glimglow") to the mattress in the bedroom ("neat Master Mettresson") and HCE's condom ("patient ringasend as prevenient").  All are called to "condeal" (congeal?  condole?) with HCE, and all are asked to "kindly feel" for ALP at this time when "the dapplegray dawn drags nearing nigh for to wake all droners that drowse in Dublin."  (We must be getting near the end of this chapter, and of the Wake, I'd say.)