I am posting the text of Finnegans Wake as if it was poetry. I am doing this because I find that it makes it easier to read, but it does mean that, in doing so, I am imposing a particular reading on the text. I am also adding hyphens, to break up some of the portmanteau words, again with a view to making for easier reading. I will post Book 1 chapters 1 to 8 a chapter at a time. When I move on to Books 2, 3 and 4, I will break them into sub-sections. The paragraphs in the the original text are indicated by a line.

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