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| tigerwood staff |
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| caoutchouc (KOOchook) kepi |
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| fustian tunic |
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| jackboots |
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| gaiters |
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| rubberised inverness |
A hypothetical sequence of motifs leading to this Cad:
...Djuna [Barnes] said that Joyce is frightfully superstitious. Just before "Ulysses" came out she was walking with him and his wife in the Bois de Bologne, when a man brushed by and mumbled something she did not understand. Joyce blanched and trembled. Djuna asked what was the matter. "That man, whom I have never seen before," he said, "said to me as he passed, in Latin, 'You are an abominable writer!' That is a dreadful omen the day before the publication of my novel."
Notes:
Circe 262 "unknown beggar comes to bigtimer in day of triumph to tell of a past betise"
Exiles2 46 "Trist. meets self"
Eolus 131 "what I'm afraid may be said to me I had better say first myself"
[ouzel]
[might I beg to ask the time?]
[honnisoid]
[K. O. Sempatrick's Day and the fenian rising] mysterious phone number? fweet-8
[softnosed bullet] between fullmetaljacket and hollowpoint
[tipstaff]s:
[usucapture]
[♬? skirling] bagpipes
[Fox Goodman?] fweet-11
[♬ Cuchulainn's Lament] fweet-8 wiki
Joyce's puns hint of sodomy
FDV: "Guiltless he was clearly for so once at least he clearely declared himself to be. They tell the story that one fine spring morning some years after the alleged misdemeanour whisst crossing the fair expanse of the park he met a cad with a pipe. The latter accosted him to ask if he could say what it was o'clock that the clock struck. Earwicker drew his enamelled hunter and told the cad it was twelve to the minute"
4DV: "Guiltless he was clearly for so once at least he clearly and with still a trace of his erstwhile burr declared himself to be and we know that it is true. They tell the story that one happy-go-gusty April morning long after the alleged misdemeanour when billowing across the wide expanse of our great park in his rubberised inverness he met a cad with a pipe. The latter hardily accosted him to ask could he say how much o'clock it was that the clock struck had he any idea. Earwicker, realising on fundamental principles the supreme importance of physical life and unwishful of being sent into eternity plugged by the sap's bullet, halted and, quick on the draw, produced from his gunpocket his shrapnel-Waterbury and, at the same instant hearing above the skirling of harsh Mother East old Fox Goodman working the tenor bell in the speckled church, told the cad it was twelve punctual, adding however, as he bent to give weight to the utterance"
mysteries: bamer, hideinsacks (socks?)
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I.2: 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47
They tell the story
ReplyDelete(an amalgam as absorbing
as calzium chloereydes and hydrophobe sponges could make it)
how one happy-go-gusty Ides-of-April morning
(the anniversary, as it fell out,
of his first assumption of his mirthday suit
and rights in appurtenance to the confusioning of human races)
ages and ages after the alleged misdemeanour
when the tried friend of all creation,
tigerwood roadstaff to his stay,
was billowing across the wide expanse of our greatest park
in his caoutchouc kepi and great belt and hideinsacks
and his blaufunx fustian and ironsides jackboots
and Bhagafat gaiters and his rubberised inverness
he met a cad with a pipe.
The latter, the luciferant not the oriuolate,
who (the odds are) is still berting dagobout in the same straw bamer,
carrying his overgoat under his schulder,
sheepside out, so as to look more like a coumfry gentleman
and signing the pledge as gaily as you please,
hardily accosted him with:
_Guinness thaw tool in jew me dinner ouzel fin?_
(a nice how-do-you-do in Poolblack at the time
as some of our olddaisers may still tremblingly recall)
to ask could he tell him
how much a'clock it was that the clock struck
had he any idea by o'cock's luck
as his watch was bradys.
Hesitency was clearly to be evitated.
Execration as cleverly to be honnisoid.
The Earwicker of that spurring instant,
realising on fundamental liberal principles
the supreme importance, nexally and noxally, of physical life
(the nearest help relay being
pingping K.O. Senpatrick's Day and the fenian rising)
and unwishful as he felt of being hurled into eternity right then,
plugged by a softnosed bullet from the sap,
halted, quick on the draw,
and, replyin that he was feelin tipstaff, cue,
prodooced from his gunpocket his Jurgensen's shrapnel waterbury,
ours by communionism, his by usucapture,
but, on the same stroke,
hearing above the skirling of harsh Mother East
old Fox Goodman, the bellmaster, over the wastes to south,
at work upon the ten ton tonuant thunderous tenor toller
in the speckled church (Couhounin's call!),
told the inquiring kidder,
by Johova, it was twelve of em sidereal and tankard time,
adding buttall,
as he bended deeply, with smoked sardinish breath,
to give more pondus to the copperstick he presented
(though this seems in some cumfusium with the chapstuck ginger which,
as being of sours, acids, salts, sweets and bitters compompounded,
we know him to have used as chawchaw
for bone, muscle, blood, flesh and vimvitals),
The new edition has "he MET a cad with a pipe." I don't buy it!
ReplyDelete...but I respect the new edition enough to WORRY. Assuming there's a "MET" in J's hand at some level-- was he just clarifying his handwriting? It's not a difficult word, but it IS a fundamental concept: person-meets-person, like person-communicates-idea-to-person (aka LETTER).
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