The eternal reminder of the eternal list

James Joyce, Finnegans Wake:
"A cartridge of cockaleekie soup for Chummy the Guardsman; for sulky Pender's acis nephew deltoid drops, curiously strong; a cough and a rattle and wildrose cheeks for poor Piccoline Petite MacFarlane; a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and blankets and shins between them for Isabel, Jezebel, and Llewelyn Mmarriage; a brazen nose and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a paper flag of the saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff for Pudge Craig and a nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigby; waterleg and gumboots each for Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan; a prodigal heart and fatted calves for Buck JOnes, the pride of Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim for Val from Skibereen..." (Page 210)

Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas:
"We had two bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, 5 sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galexy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw either, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked in to a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can."

I think that last line by Thompson sums up Joyce's lists. "Not that we needed all that, but once you get locked into a serious collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can" (paraphrased). Joyce continues to push the envelope of what is decent, what is expected, and what is, dare i say, "normal"?