"Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing."

(607.17-609.8)  And, I'm back.  After that brief absence, I am ready for the home stretch and renewed in my determination (which I mentioned last week) to finish Finnegans Wake by the end of the month.

We pick up with the "lovesoftfun" of the wake in which the new generation celebrates the passing of the old.  As expected, the revelers have gotten a bit drunk and end up stumbling over one another.  "A polog, my engl!" offers one reveler, who apologizes to his angel for his actions.  "Excutes.  Om still so sovvy."

Meanwhile, the day is drawing nearer, and the "regn of durknass" is "snowly receassing."  The sun -- "Solsking the First" -- will soon "processingly show up above Tumplen Bar" and will be cheered by the new HCE, "Boergemester 'Dyk' ffogg of Isoles."

The narrator goes on to tell us that what we've been reading in "this vague of visibilities" has been a story of "just the draeper, the two drawpers assisters and the three droopers assessors confraternitisers."  Obviously, this is HCE, the two young women who dropped their drawers in the park, and the three soldiers, or as the narrator puts it again, "Uncle Arth, your two cozes from Niece and (kunject a bit now!) our own familiars, Billyhealy, Ballyhooly and Bullyhowley."

It seems that ALP is awake, and that the sound of her voice gladdens the sleeping HCE ("the cocklyhearted dreamerish") as she makes the morning tea.  We've reached the point where "the week of wakes is out and over" and a weak wick will turn into a fierce flame as "the Phoenican wakes."  As we pass into the "wikeawades warld" from sleep, the narrator calls, "Come, hours, be ours!"  It's not yet time to wake, though.  "But still," says the narrator.  "Ah diar, ah diar!  And stay."

The conclusion of today's reading looks back upon the book, which was "allso agreenable."  We toured "the no placelike no timelike absolent" and got everyone all mixed up, "like so many unprobables in their poor suit of the improssable."  On this journey, the narrator notes, we were joined by the four old men/gospel authors, "Matamarulukajoni."