(467.30-469.28) Shaun seems to have some good words for his brother as he wraps up his appearance before the 29 girls. "He'll prisckly soon hand tune your Erin's ear for you," Shaun says of Dave, returning to the subject of music for a brief moment. He adds that there's "numan bitter" than Dave "to read the road roman with false steps." Shaun does say, though, that Dave gets "tootoological" when Dave says, "In the beginning was the gest . . . , for the end is with woman, flesh-without word, while the man to be is in a worse case after than before since she on the supine satisfies the verg to him!" (seemingly implying that women, not men, get the most out of sex). Shaun instructs Isabel to "pull up your furbelovs as farabove as you're farthingales" in order to hint to Dave "how to click the trigger" (or, in other words, have sex with her). "Show you shall and won't he will!" Shaun continues. "His hearing is indoubting just as my seeing is onbelieving."
As a kind of interlude, the narrator tells us that from the stress of the thunder and lightning (which, in the Wake, is always right around the corner) will come a "nikrokosmikon," or a successor who will unite both Nick (Shem) and Mike (Shaun).
The brief interlude completed, we hear what look to be Shaun's final words of the chapter. His watch tells him it's time to go, and his middle toe's itching, so it's time for him to start out. "This shack's not big enough for me now," he says. All four of the elements are ready for his journey: "The earth's atrot! The sun's a scream! The air's a jig! The water's great!" He recognizes that it's fitting for him to take the river and head out for the ocean, for, as he says, "Was not my olty mutther, Sereth Maritza, a Runningwater?" After giving a blessing with his "panromain apological," Shaun says that it's time to break ranks. "Fik yew!" he says, delivering a final insult to the girls who have endured his ramblings. "I'm through. Won. Toe. Adry. You watch my smoke." With that, Shaun is off.
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