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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