With chapter two we begin a short stretch of 'storytelling' (sort of) about an 'individual' (sort of) in 'English' (sort of) tailored towards the mock-heroic (mostly).
FW2 rejects "Iris Trees" in favor of "Iris Frees" which might still refer to this young libertine:
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| Iris Tree by Modigliani |
[♬ Lili O'Rangans] lyrics
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| Earwicker gravestone [more] |
if it's true that "the correct pronunciation of 'Earwicker' is 'Erricker'" we shouldn't rule out that JAJ intended it should be pronounced that way [fweet-13]
[♬ under his... redwood...Chivychas]
[marine hotel... royalty]
[dogfox... cast... ladypack... two... guns... red brother]
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| surcingles |
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| plus-fours |
FDV: "Concerning the genesis of his agnomen the most authentic version has it that like Cincinnatus he was one day at his plough when royalty was announced on the highroad. Forgetful of all but his fealty he hastened out on to the road holding aloft a long perch atop of which a flowerpot was affixed."
4DV: "Now, concerning the genesis of Harold or Humphrey Chimpden's occupational agnomen and discarding once for all those theories from older sources which would link him back with such pivotal ancestors as the Glues, the Gravys, the Northeasts, the Ankers and the Earwickers of Sidlesham in the hundred of manhood or proclaim him a descendant of vikings who had founded or settled in Herrick or Eric the best authenticated version has it that it was this way. We are told how in the beginning it came to pass that, like cabbaging Cincinnatus, the grand old gardener was saving daylight one sultry sabbath afternoon in prefall paradise peace by following his plough for rootles in the rere garden of ye olde marine hotel when royalty was announced by runner to have been pleased to have halted itself on the highroad along which a leisureloving dogfox had cast followed, also at walking pace, by a lady pack of cocker spaniels. Forgetful of all save his vassal's plain fealty to the ethnarch Humphrey or Harold stayed not to yoke or saddle but stumbled out hotface as he was (his sweatful bandanna loose from his pocketcoat) hasting to the forecourts of his public in topee, surcingle, plus fours and bulldog boots ruddled with red marl, jingling his turnpike keys and bearing aloft amid the fixed pikes of the hunting party a high perch atop of which a flowerpot was fixed earthside up with care."
mysteries: enos chalked halltraps
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I.2: 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47
Now (to forebare for ever solittle of Iris Frees and Lili O'Rangans),
ReplyDeleteconcerning the genesis of Harold or Humphrey Chimpden's occupational agnomen
(we are back in the presurnames prodromarith period, of course,
just when enos chalked halltraps)
and discarding once for all those theories from older sources
which would link him back with such pivotal ancestors
as the Glues, the Gravys, the Northeasts, the Ankers
and the Earwickers of Sidlesham in the Hundred of Manhood
or proclaim him offsprout of vikings
who had founded wapentake and seddled hem in Herrick or Eric,
the best authenticated version, the Dumlat,
read the Reading of Hofed-ben-Edar,
has it that it was this way.
We are told how in the beginning it came to pass that,
like cabbaging Cincinnatus,
the grand old gardener was saving daylight under his giant redwood
one sultry sabbath afternoon, Hag Chivychas Eve, in prefall paradise peace
by following his plough for rootles in the rere garden of mobhouse,
ye olde marine hotel,
when royalty was announced by runner to have been pleased to have halted itself
on the highroad along which a leisureloving dogfox had cast
followed, also at walking pace, by a lady pack of cocker spaniels.
Forgetful of all save his vassal's plain fealty to the ethnarch,
Humphrey or Harold stayed not to yoke or saddle
but stumbled out hotface as he was
(his sweatful bandanna loose from his pocketcoat),
hasting to the forecourts of his public in topee, surcingle,
solascarf and plaid, plus fours, puttees
and bulldog boots ruddled cinnabar with flagrant marl,
jingling his turnpike keys
and bearing aloft amid the fixed pikes of the hunting party a high perch
atop of which a flowerpot was fixed earthside hoist with care.
The only mention I find of bulldog boots calls them, astoundingly, "rope-soled slippers". If Joyce knew this he was exploiting the disconnect between sound and sense. (HCE as tourist?)
ReplyDelete"saving daylight under his giant redwood one sultry sabbath afternoon" sounds like he was napping (or masturbating his giant cock?)
ReplyDelete"following his plough for rootles in the rere garden" suggests sodomy to me
"stayed not to yoke or saddle" suggests he didn't tuck his erection back into his plus-fours (what else would need yoking?)
from J's ch2 character-list we have just "E" and "Majesty" (on p30)
for the 'message' motif we have:
reading the Dumlat
runner announcing
If Kanye's daughter North marries a Northeast she'll be North West Northeast
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