Assigned reading (1 par [] plus 118 notes) [secondary] [Leeds] [McH]
[Cup... Stirrup] parting song
[♬ Abide With]
[♬ I come, my horse delayed]
Punch and Judy [fweet-10]
[♬ oft in the chilly night]
[♬ Mildew Lisa]
FDV: "he repeated the tale more than once during uneasy slumber and in the hearing of a ballad monger and a drapery executive out of work for the moment and an illstarred streetsinger who had been tossing on his doss in the hope of soon finding ways & means for blowing the napper off himself."
4DV: "his house of call at Block W, Pump square, the Liberties, he repeated the tale in parts more than once during uneasy slumber in the joint hearing of a discharged drapery executive Peter Cloran, O'Donnell, a secretary of no fixed abode who had passed several nights in a doorway and Hosty, an illstarred busker who, feeling suicidal, had been tossing on his shakedown devising ways and means of somehow getting ahold of some chap's parabellum in the hope of lighting upon a dive somewhere off the main tramline where he could go and blow the napper off himself in peace and quietness, he having been trying all he knew for over eighteen months to get into Jervis street hospital"
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the Little Old Man's and, all swell that aimswell, the Cup and the Stirrup,
ReplyDeletehe sought his wellwarmed leababobed
in a housingroom _Abide With Oneanother_ at Block W.W.
(why didn't he back it?), Pump Court, The Liberties,
and, what with moltapuke on voltapuke,
resnored alcoh alcoho alcoherently
to the burden of _I come, my horse delayed_, nom num,
the substance of the tale of the evangelical bussybozzy and the rusinurbean
(the "girls" he would keep calling them
for the collarette and skirt, the sunbonnet and carnation)
in parts
(it seemed he was before the eyots of martas
or otherwales the thirds of fossilyears,
he having beham with katya
when lavinias had her mens lease to sea in a pumpship doodly show
whereat he was looking for fight niggers with whilde roarses)
oft in the chilly night
(the metagonistic! the epickthalamorous!)
during uneasy slumber
in their hearings of a small and stonybroke cashdraper's ex-executive,
Peter Cloran (discharged),
O'Mara, an exprivate secretary of no fixed abode
(locally known as Mildew Lisa)
who had passed several nights, funnish enough,
in a doorway under the blankets of homelessness on the bunk of icelond,
pillowed upon the stone of destiny colder than man's knee or woman's breast,
and Hosty (no slouch of a name),
an illstarred beachbusker who, sans rootie and sans scrapie,
suspicioning as how he was setting on a twoodstool on the verge of selfabyss,
most starved, with melancoholia over everything in general
(night birman, you served him with natigal's nano!),
had been towhead tossing on his shakedown,
devising ways and manners of means
of what he loved to ifidalicence
somehow or other in the nation
getting a hold of some chap's parabellum
in the hope of taking a wing sociable
and lighting upon a sidewheel dive
somewhere off the Dullkey Downlairy and Bleakrooky tramaline
where he could throw true
and go and blow the sibicidal napper off himself
for two bits to boldywell balditude
in the peace and quitybus of a one sure shot bottle,
he after having being trying all he knew
with the lady's help of Madam Grisstle
for upwards of eighteen colanders
to get out of Sir Patrick Dun's,
through Sir Humphrey Jervis's and into the Saint Kevin's bed
in the Adelaida's hosspittles