[♬ Nohomiah be our place like]
[♬ Pinck poncks that bail for seeks alicence]
[♬ Mistinguett]
'Duke Humphrey' (spelled variously) was by 1600 a euphemism for having nothing to eat, by a London geographic accident involving the poor and a particular monument. Around the same time Thomas Nash dedicated a book to a tobacconist named Humphrey King, using language very similar to Joyce's about HCE.
"that white hat":
WW Kelly was known as the Yankee Hustler
[♬ selections from The Bo' Girl] [and ♬ The Lily]
FDV: "
4DV: "We shall perhaps not so soon see. The great fact emerges that after that historic date all holographs so far exhumed initialled by Haromphrey bear the sigla H.C.E. and while he was only and long and always good dook Umphrey for the hungerlean spalpeens of Lucalizod and Chimbers to his cronies it was equally certainly a pleasant turn of the populace which gave him as sense of those normative letters the nickname Here Comes Everybody. An imposing everybody he always indeed looked, constantly the same as himself and magnificently well worthy of any and all such universalisation, every time he continually surveyed from good start to happy finish the truly catholic assemblage gathered together from all quarters unanimously to applaud Mr. W.W. Semperkelly's immergreen tourers in the problem passion play of the millentury a Royal Divorce with ambitious interval band selections from the Bo Girl and The Lily on all gala command nights from his viceregal booth"
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No dung on the road?
ReplyDeleteAnd shall Nohomiah be our place like?
Yea, Mulachy our kingable khan?
We shall perhaps not so soon see.
Pinck poncks that bail for seeks alicence
where cumsceptres with scentaurs stay.
Bear in mind, son of Hokmah,
if so be you have metheg in your midness,
this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend.
Heave we aside the fallacy, as punical as finikin,
that it was not the king kingself but his inseparable sisters,
uncontrollable nighttalkers, Skertsiraizde with Donyahzade,
who afterwards, when the robbarees shot up the socialights,
came down into the world as amusers
and were staged by Madame Sudlow as Rosa and Lily Miskinguette
in the pantalime that two pitts paythronosed, _Meliodorus and Galathee_.
The great fact emerges that after that historic date
all holographs so far exhumed initialled by Haromphrey bear the sigla H.C.E.
and while he was only and long and always good Dook Umphrey
for the hungerlean spalpeens of Lucalizod
and Chimbers to his cronies
it was equally certainly a pleasant turn of the populace
which gave him as sense of those normative letters
the nickname Here Comes Everybody.
An imposing everybody he always indeed looked,
constantly the same as and equal to himself
and magnificently well worthy of any and all such universalisation,
every time he continually surveyed,
amid vociferatings from in front of
_Accept these few nutties!_ and
_Take off that white hat!_, relieved with
_Stop his Grog and Put It in the Log_ and
_Loots in his_ (bassvoco) _Boots_,
from good start to happy finish
the truly catholic assemblage gathered together
in that king's treat house of satin alustrelike above floats and footlights
from their assbawlveldts and oxgangs unanimously to clapplaud
(the inspiration of his lifetime and the hits of their careers)
Mr Wallenstein Washington Semperkelly's immergreen tourers
in a command performance by special request
with the courteous permission for pious purposes
the homedromed and enliventh performance
of the problem passion play of the millentury,
running strong since creation, _A Royal Divorce_,
then near the approach towards the summit of its climax,
with ambitious interval band selections
from _The Bo' Girl_ and _The Lily_
on all horserie show command nights from his viceregal booth
(his bossaloner is ceilinged there
a cuckoospit less eminent than the redritualhoods of Maccabe and Cullen)
where, a veritable Napoleon the Nth,
our worldstage's practical jokepiece
and retired cecelticocommediant in his own wise,
this folksforefather all of the time sat,
having the entirety of his house about him,
with the invariable broadstretched kerchief
cooling his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades
and in a wardrobepanelled tuxedo
completely thrown back from a shirt well entitled a swallowall,
on every point far outstarching
the laundered clawhammers and marbletopped highboys
of the pit stalls and early amphitheatre.
character-list: "2 Slavies"
ReplyDeletemessage motif:
reject staged fallacy
evidence of artifacts
HCE enjoys staging