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Assigned reading (1 2/2 pars [] plus 142 notes) [secondary]

[♬ the wastes a'sleep... slumber deep]

obi

[♬ on the raglar rock to Dulyn]
[♬ dreamed that he'd wealthes in mormon halls] p49 above
[♬ while hickstrey's maws was... pandywhank... puddywhackback]
[while... grazing in the moonlight... oonagh! oonagh!]
[Mullingcan Inn]

Gabrielle Rejane

the words "wasching the walters of, the weltering walters off. Whyte." anticipate not only the tv series Breaking Bad, but more relevantly the closing words of chapter 8, uniquely recorded by Joyce himself:

215-216 "His tittering daughters of. Whawk? Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos woon't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughtersons. Dark hawks hear us! Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Nighty night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!"

They're echoed elsewhere:
245.22 "And his dithering dathering waltzers of. Stright!"
265.15-.16 "arride the winnerful wonders off, the winnerful wonnerful wanders off"
526.09-.10 "— Besides the bubblye waters of, babblyebubblye waters of? — Right."
572.16-.17 "Cant ear! Her dorters ofe? Whofe? Her eskmeno daughters hope? Whope? Ellme, elmme, elskmestoon! Soon!"

[♬ And roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world!]

 Noah Beery (Sr) in 1933:

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FDV: "Maurice Behan, who threw on a pair of pants and came down in his socks without a coat attracted by noise of gunplay was in bed wakened up by hammering at the gate. This was not in the least like a bottle of stout which would not rouse him out of sleep but much more like the overture to the last day if anything."

4DV: "Maurice Behan, who hastily threw on a pair of pants and came down in his socks without coat or collar, attracted by the noise of gunplay, said he was safe in bed when he was wakened up out of the land of byelo by hearing hammering emanating from the gate. This battering all over the door and sideposts, he always said, was not in the very remotest like a bottle of stout which would not rouse him out of sleep but far more like the overture to the last day, if anything."

mysteries:


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