Assigned reading (1 short paragraph
plus 2 partials [], plus 224 notes) [secondary] [McH]
St Laurence O'Toole as Shaun, St Thomas à Becket as Shem [Fweet]
100 more examples of this super-subtle alpha/omega motif
A description of Finnegan's (aka Vasily Buslaev's) coat of arms. [Fweet]
References to the life of Mohammed (10+ out of 60+) using notes taken in 1938 (so not in FDV)
Finnegan's fall blamed on noisy traffic [♬ Holly&Ivy] [♬ Peeler&Goat]
FDV: "Haitch is for Husbandman planting his hoe. Hohohoho Mister Finn you're going to be Mr Finn again. Comeday morning when and your senday end you're Vinegar. Hahahaha Mister Finn you're going to be fined again. And, as sure as Eve ate little red apples, wan warning Finn felt tippling full."
Helpful revisions in FW2:
muzzlehimissilehims ← muzzlenimiissilehims
righteousness ← tighteousness
toothpick ← toothmick
jypsian ← jpysian
Uncertain pronunciation: Booslaeugh, Riesengeborg, hegoak, tragoady, whitestone
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Why Mohammed, in this prominent position? Is it because he's a better-than-average incarnation of Finnegan? Or just one of the ?ten biggest celebs in human history???
ReplyDeleteHow important is it to reconstruct Joyce's views of Mohammed, Laurence O'Toole, Thomas à Becket, etc etc etc? Will a PhD in Joyce studies someday require reading all the books he read? How much will it matter if future research shows Joyce misjudged historical figures? Is this challenge a gift Joyce has given us, or a curse?
ReplyDeleteOf the first was he to bare arms and a name:
ReplyDeleteWassaily Booslaeugh of Riesengeborg.
His crest of huroldry, in vert with ancillars, troublant, argent,
a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.
His scutchum, fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.
Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe.
Hohohoho, Mister Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain!
Comeday morm and, O, you're vine!
Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar!
Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!
What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thuddersday this municipal sin business?
Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness to the thunder of his arafatas
but we hear also through successive ages
that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlehimissilehims
that would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of heaven.
Stay us wherefore in our search for righteousness, O Sustainer,
what time we rise and when we take up to toothpick
and before we lump down upown our leatherbed
and in the night and at the fading of the stars!
For a nod to the nabir is better than a wink to the wabsanti.
Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing
bedoueen the jebel and the jypsian sea.
Cropherb the crunchbracken shall decide.
Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday.
She has a gift of seek on site
and she allcasually ansars helpers, the dreamydeary.
Heed! Heed!
It may half been a missfired brick, as some say,
or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others looked at it
(there extand by now one thousand and one stories, all told, of the same).
But so sore did abe ite ivvy's holired abbles
(what with the wallhall's horrors of rollsrights, carhacks, stoneengens, kisstvanes,
tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons, hippohobbilies,
streetfleets, tournintaxes, megaphoggs, circuses
and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods
and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat
and the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear
and the merlinburrow burrocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more,
and his blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen
and the noobibuses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street
and the derryjellybies snooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner
and the fumes and the hopes and the strupithump
of his ville's indigenous romekeepers, homesweepers, domecreepers,
thurum and thurum in fancymud murumd
and all the uproor from all the aufroofs,
a roof for may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony)
wan warning Phill filt tippling full.
His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did shake.
There was a wall of course in erection.
Dimb! He stottered from the latter.
Damb! He was dud.
Dumb! Mastabatoom, mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long.
For whole the world to see.
tra "goat" y. d for t in goat. /goad?/
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