From Cliche to Archetype 317 saying that no cliché or technology can be accepted without great loss to the integral being of the holos, and proceeds to a witty evocation of the psychic and social consequences of the “allforabit” beginning with the effect on human identity. “Selveran” (line 2) resonates with the modalities of the individual self in relation to the little module bits (“peteet peas”). Throughout the Wake the theme of the mass-man, whether preliterate or postliterate, is alluded to many times via the “mush of porter pease.” The condition of the self as merged in tribe or society is like that of the individual pea mashed. It is the mashing, of course, that creates (line 4) the pay roll. Money, as repetitive module, is only one of the many side effects of the allforabit. “Tomtummy’s” (line 4) recalls that an army of Tommies not only marches on its tummy, but is roused by the roll of drums and tomtoms. “Wisha, wisha” (line 5) introduces the driving emotion in all technological cliché development. It is alluded to under many forms in the Wake: “a burning would is come to dance inane,” and of course, “the willingdone museyroom”—a massive collection of human cliché and weaponry by which “a burning would” manifests itself in ever new environments and power. “Wisha, wisha” alludes also to another theme that goes with “peteet peas” (line 2), namely “mishe, mishe,” the Celtic for “I am” and the tribal mishe of the wild Irish, or “a mush and a wish.” The query (line 6) “Whydidtha?” follows the chain of consequences resulting from a single bit, or bite (line 2) “allforabit.” The “a” is for “apple,” as it were. The image of the “thorn that’s thuck in its thoil” (line 6) is one of the punishments for the bite—his toil in the garden that has now become a mess. The word “mness” (line 7) mimes the mouth full of apple, as it were. “A middenhide hoard of objects” (line 8) recalls the impulse of fallen man to cover himself (hides, skins). Instead of plucking the fruit as it grows, he now specializes in 1 When a part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an 2 allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of 3 quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make 4 the tomtummy’s pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these 5 rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha, 6 whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that’s thuck in its thoil like thum 7 fool’s thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it 8 all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kim 9 mells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets’ eegs 10 (O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now 11 quite epsilene, and oldwolldy wobblewers, haudworth a wipe o 12 grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is 13 sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular 14 Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the 15 cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip 16 pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them 17 pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats 18 thats.