Chess in FW

I finally found the part of Joyce's Finnegans Wake that has a chess
influence. There are lots of other games mentioned as well:

Man with nightcap, in bed, fore. Woman, with curlpins, hind. Discovered.
Side point of view. First position of harmony. Say! Eh? Ha! Check action.
Matt. Male partly masking female. Man looking round, beastly expression,
fishy eyes, paralleliped homoplatts, ghazometron pondus, exhibits rage.
Business. Ruddy blond, Armenian bole, black patch, beer wig, gross build,
episcopalian, any age. Woman, sitting, looks at ceiling, haggish expression,
peaky nose, trekant mouth, fithery wight, exhibits fear. Welshrabbit teint,
Nubian shine, nasal fossette, turfy tuft, undersized, free kirk, no age.
Closeup. Play!
Callboy. Cry off Tabler. Her move.
Footage.
By the sinewy forequarters of the mare Pocahontas and by the white shoulders
of Finnuala you should have seen how that smart sallowlass just hopped a
nanny's gambit out of bunk like old mother Mesopotomac and in eight and
eight sixtyfour she was off, door, knightlamp with her, billy's largelimbs
prodgering after to queen's lead. Promiscuous Omebound to Fiammelle la Diva.
Huff! His move. Blackout.
Circus. Corridor.
Shifting scene. Wall flats: sink and fly. Spotlight working wall cloths.
Spill playing rake and bridges. Room to sink: stairs to sink behind room.
Two pieces. Haying after queue. Replay. The old humburgh looks a thing
incomplete so. It is so. On its dead. But it will pawn up a fine head of
porter when it is finished. In the quicktime. The castle arkwright put in a
chequered staircase certainly. It has only one square step, to be steady,yet
notwithstumbling are they stalemating backgammoner supstairs by skips and
trestles tiltop double corner. Whist while and game. What scenic artist! It
is ideal residence for realtar. By hims ingang tilt tinkt a tunning bell
that Limen Mr, that Boggey Godde, be airwaked. Lingling, lingling. Be their
maggies in all. Chump, do your ephort. Shop! Please shop! Shop ado please! O
ado please shop! How hominous his house, haunt it? Yesses indead it be !
Nogen, of imperial measure,is begraved beneadher. Here are his naggins
poured, his alladim lamps. Around the bloombiered, booty with the bedst. For
them whom he have fordone make we newly thankful!


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Work like the ponies in coalmines.
Dance like the teardrop explodes.
Love like you're Frank in Blue Velvet.
Sing as though your little throat would burst.