“ Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan—ready and willing.""Irishman, I do believe you're embarrassed," said Stover, surprised."I'm not," said Finnegan indignantly. "Only—only, I want to be impressive. Dink, you're getting in wrong again.""What in thunder——""You are, Dink, you are. But don't worry; I'm here. In the first place, you can't forget what every one else has forgotten.""Forget what?""The late unpleasantness," said Finnegan, with an expelling wave of his hand. "That's over, spiked, dished, set back, covered up, cobwebbed, no flowers and no tombstone." ”
Finnegan
Definition and stakes
The literary concept of "Finnegan" appears as a recurring figure in 20th-century fiction, often embodying traits of exuberance, unconscious agency, and moral uncertainty. Authors such as Owen Johnson depict him as a self-assured drunkard indifferent to past struggles, while Morgan Robertson delves into his mysterious link to "subconscious" insight, portraying him as a channel for inexplicable intuition.
Ellis Parker Butler presents him as a minor criminal, and O. Henry illustrates him as a disgraced companion, highlighting the character’s adaptability. These depictions collectively reveal Finnegan as a liminal figure—both a stereotype of excess and a medium for examining human complexity, connecting the everyday and the transcendent.
Quotes about “Finnegan”
Morgan Robertson,
Oil Upon the Waters
(1904)
“ Providence seems to choose Finnegan in some mysterious manner to— But it is bewildering. I cannot understand it. How does he know what to do?" "You forget the subjective state," said the surgeon, "into which Finnegan is thrown when drunk. You forget the clairvoyant knowledge possessed by the subliminal self—that you call the immortal soul." "Speak English," said the chief engineer. "Where did Finnegan get a soul?" "Go down to your engines," answered Dr. Bryce severely. "Even they have souls—even engineers have souls, though they don't know it." ”
Morgan Robertson,
Down to the Sea — The Subconscious Finnegan
(1905)
“ THE SUBCONSCIOUS FINNEGAN THEY were on the after part of the superstructure-deck—the loafing-place of officers off duty—and they were discussing poor old Finnegan. Mr. Clarkson, the executive, was there; Mr. Felton, Mr. Parmlee, the chaplain; Dr. Bryce, the surgeon; and the chief engineer—a man skeptical of all things unproved by mathematics. Finnegan was down in the "brig"—the slatted ship's prison on the berth-deck—sleeping off the effects of the drink that had undone him ”
