Chapter 2, Book 3 p. 429 to 454 In which we enter first person

So here we have a first person narrative (for the first time, I think). It seems to slide between "Jaunty Jaun"  (a combination of Shem and Shaun?) and Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker, but is indeed first person until there seems to be a re-institution of 3rd person on page 454.

The flow of the monolog is quite traversible to me, back into the barroom 'gift of gab' Irish musical monolog which travels from thought to thought, elaborating colorfully the thoughts (in dream) of the narrator, who is lecturing some young ladies on behavior in a very multivariate fashion.  Mind-boggling?  Yes, quite.

page 130

.........now you, Jaun, asking kindily (hillo, missies!) after there howareyous at all with those of their dolly-begs (and where's Agatha's lamb? and how are Bernadetta's columbillas? and Juliennaw's tubberbunnies? and Eulalina's nuggerfunnies?) he next went on (finefeelingfit!) to drop a few stray remarks anent their personal appearances and the contrary tastes displayed in the tight kittycasques and their smart fricky-frockies, asking coy after slow one had she rea Irish legginds and gently reproving one that the ham of her hom could seen below her hem and whispering aside, as lavariant, that the hook of her hum was open a bittock at her back to have a sideeye to that, hom, (and all of course just to fill up a form out of pure human kindness an in a sprite of fun) for Jaun, by the way, was by the way of becoming (I think, I hope he was) the most purely human being that ever was called man, loving all up and down creation...........

We begin to worry about the author's and Jaun's intentions with the young ladies and about the paternalistic, unhealthy sexual viewpoint underlying.  This echoes the previous accounts of HCE's transgressions with young girls in the park, that landed him in court.

This passage on 441 caught my eye

La Dreeping! Die Droopink! The inimitable in puresuet of the inevitable! There is nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless she'd care for a mouthpull of white pudding for the wih is on here rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so when you pet the rollingpin write my name on the pie.

and this on page 442 is just great:

(if I came any quicker I'll be right back before I left)

There's much more great stuff in this passage, but I will leave it at that.  I will enjoy revisiting all of this.  Very fluid, yet confounding.