This seems to have been a 60pg article (or a seven-page pamphlet reprint?) from "The scientific proceedings of the Royal Dublin Society" Vol.20 No.41, November 1933, pp597-656?
Nature magazine said "The mild, moist climate of Ireland is particularly favourable to the
growth of trees, and Mr. H. M. Fitzpatrick has done a valuable service
to both foresters and botanists in gathering together (Sci. Proc. Roy. Dublin Soc.
941, November 1933) particulars of the trees introduced into Ireland,
and as to where specimens of these trees may be found. Statistics of
tree dimension have been collected from no less than seventy-two
estates. The wide variety in conifers is particularly striking in the
list. Mr. Fitzpatrick states that broad-leaved trees have been less and
less in fashion since the introduction, about 1840, of many of the North
American conifers, which flourish so remarkably in the Irish climate."
Joyce managed to squeeze 67 cites into four clusters: p100, 159-160, 235, 246. He picks out random words that tickle his fancy:
'Liquidamber... exotics... Balsam Poplars... Parteen-a-lax... limestone... Abies magnifica... Noble Fir' →
100: "(you may have seen some liquidamber exude exotic from a balsam poplar at Parteen-a-lax, Limestone Road, and cried: Abies Magnifica! not, noble fir?)"
'exposed situations... Umbrella Pine... shelter belts... True Service... clean bole... Weeping Beech... PICEA... TILIA... wild state... Cricket-bat Willow... nurseryman... genus... Butternut... Sweet Gum... Manna Ash... Red Cedar... hawthorn... Curraghchase... Plane... Lodgepole... introduced... pineta... vernirubens... Deodar... pure stands... habitat... self-sown seedlings... species... largest individuals... elevation... Conna Hill... False Acacia... Common Sallow... is tender... POPULUS... Hickory... Arbor vitae... roadside... Alder... Whitebeam... Oak' →
159-160: "(The meeting of mahoganies, be the waves, rementions me that this exposed sight though it pines for an umbrella of its own and needs a shelter belt of the true service sort to keep its boles clean—the weeping beeches, Picea and Tillia, are in a wild state about it—ought to be classified, as Cricketbutt Willowm and his two nurserymen advisers suggested, under genus Inexhaustible when we refloat upon all the butternut, sweet gum and manna ash redcedera which is so purvulent there as if there was howthorns in Curraghchasa which ought to look as plane as a lodgepole to anybody until we are introduced to that pinetacotta of Verney Rubens where the deodarty is pinctured for us in a pure stand, which we do not doubt he has a habitat of doing, but without those selfsown seedlings which are a species of proof that the largest individual can occur at or in an olivetion such as East Conna Hillock where it mixes with foolth accacians and common sallies and is tender. Vux populus, as we say in hickoryhockery, and I wish we had some more glasses of arbor vitae. Why root by the roadside or awn over alum pot? Alderman Whitebeam is oaky-o.)"
'timber tree... Lucombe Oak... Turkish Hazel... Greek Fir... Incense... hypsometer... Mount Anville... died out... Athrotaxis... LARIX... Yew... Thuja... Wych Elm... Ranelagh... flourishing... in the open... native... seed in quantity was sent by Fortune' →
235: "...nab what's nicest and boskiest of timber trees in the nebohood. Oncaill's plot. Luccombe oaks, Turkish hazels, Greek firs, incense palms, edcedras. The hypsometers of Mount Anville is held to be dying out of arthataxis but, praise send Larix U'Thule, the wych elm of Manelagh is still flourishing in the open because it's native of our nature and the seeds was sent by Fortune."
'Horse-chestnuts... Coulter' →
246: "chastenot coulter"
tree [fweet-249]
tree/stone [fweet-71]
root [fweet-68]
leaf [fweet-59]
bark [fweet-58]
branch [fweet-46]
trunk [fweet-19]
twig [fweet-19]
stem [fweet-10]
oak [fweet-42]
elm [fweet-32]
ash [fweet-24]
willow [fweet-17]
pine [fweet-11]
hazel [fweet-9]
yew [fweet-9]
poplar [fweet-8]
beech [fweet-6]
birch [fweet-6]
cedar [fweet-6]
fir [fweet-6]
rowan [fweet-6]
hickory [fweet-5]
larch [fweet-4]
maple [fweet-4]
spruce [fweet-4]
alder [fweet-3]
mahogany [fweet-3]
ebony [fweet-2]
fruit [fweet-64]
seed [fweet-43]
nut [fweet-18]
orange [fweet-70]
apple [fweet-64]
cherry [fweet-14]
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
Page 100
Assigned reading
(3 pars [] plus 125 notes)
[secondary]
FDV: "dead. But on the morrow morn of suicide & expatriated half past eight ¼ o'clock saw the unfailing spike of smoke plume punctual from his chimneypipe and ten thirsty p.m., a suffusion of the leadlight panes"
FDV2: "dead. But on the morrow morn of the suicidal murder unrescued & expatriated half past ¼ to 9 o'clock saw the unfailing spike of smoke plume punctual from his 7th gable and ten thirsty p.m., the lamps of maintenance lighted for the long night a suffusion of leadlight panes. Therefore let it be neither said nor thought that the inhabitant of that sacred edifice was a parable merely nor more strictly H.C.E. a nonens. Not one of his many contemporaries seriously doubted or for long of his legitimate existence."
mysteries:
[08:49-09:02]
[00:00-01:52]
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FDV: "dead. But on the morrow morn of suicide & expatriated half past eight ¼ o'clock saw the unfailing spike of smoke plume punctual from his chimneypipe and ten thirsty p.m., a suffusion of the leadlight panes"
FDV2: "dead. But on the morrow morn of the suicidal murder unrescued & expatriated half past ¼ to 9 o'clock saw the unfailing spike of smoke plume punctual from his 7th gable and ten thirsty p.m., the lamps of maintenance lighted for the long night a suffusion of leadlight panes. Therefore let it be neither said nor thought that the inhabitant of that sacred edifice was a parable merely nor more strictly H.C.E. a nonens. Not one of his many contemporaries seriously doubted or for long of his legitimate existence."
mysteries:
[08:49-09:02]
[00:00-01:52]
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Thursday, December 12, 2013
Page 99 #oreilly
Assigned reading
(1 par [] plus 122 notes)
[secondary]
[glowworm gleam] abc/midi, abc
Asbury's "Hatrack" [pdf]
[Move up. Mumpty! Mike room for Rumpty!]
FDV: "The black hand had done him in. On his postern had been nailed the title: Move up, Dumpty. Make room for Humpty! Indeed several wellwishers bought copies of the evening editions just to make sure whether he was genuinely dead. But on the morrow morn of suicide & expatriated half past eight ¼ o'clock saw the unfailing spike of smoke plume punctual from his chimneypipe and ten thirsty p.m., a suffusion of the leadlight panes."
FDV2: "Aerials buzzed of a finding of a bloody antichill cloak with a tailor's tab reading V.P.H. & all shivered to think what beast had devoured him. On his postern had been nailed the title: Move up, Dumpty. Make room for Humpty! and this time no mistake the boys had done him in. Indeed several wellwishers went so far as to buy copies of the evening editions just to make sure whether he was genuinely quite dead. But on the morrow morn of the suicidal murder unrescued & expatriated half past ¼ to 9 o'clock saw the unfailing spike of smoke plume punctual from his 7th gable and ten thirsty p.m., the lamps of maintenance lighted for the long night a suffusion of leadlight panes. Therefore let it be neither said nor thought that the inhabitant of that sacred edifice was a parable merely nor more strictly H.C.E. a nonens. Not one of his many contemporaries seriously doubted or for long of his legitimate existence."
mysteries:
[06:44-08:49]
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[glowworm gleam] abc/midi, abc
Asbury's "Hatrack" [pdf]
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| by Bruce Bairnsfather |
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| V.P.H. |
FDV: "The black hand had done him in. On his postern had been nailed the title: Move up, Dumpty. Make room for Humpty! Indeed several wellwishers bought copies of the evening editions just to make sure whether he was genuinely dead. But on the morrow morn of suicide & expatriated half past eight ¼ o'clock saw the unfailing spike of smoke plume punctual from his chimneypipe and ten thirsty p.m., a suffusion of the leadlight panes."
FDV2: "Aerials buzzed of a finding of a bloody antichill cloak with a tailor's tab reading V.P.H. & all shivered to think what beast had devoured him. On his postern had been nailed the title: Move up, Dumpty. Make room for Humpty! and this time no mistake the boys had done him in. Indeed several wellwishers went so far as to buy copies of the evening editions just to make sure whether he was genuinely quite dead. But on the morrow morn of the suicidal murder unrescued & expatriated half past ¼ to 9 o'clock saw the unfailing spike of smoke plume punctual from his 7th gable and ten thirsty p.m., the lamps of maintenance lighted for the long night a suffusion of leadlight panes. Therefore let it be neither said nor thought that the inhabitant of that sacred edifice was a parable merely nor more strictly H.C.E. a nonens. Not one of his many contemporaries seriously doubted or for long of his legitimate existence."
mysteries:
[06:44-08:49]
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Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Page 98
Assigned reading
(1 par [] plus 124 notes)
[secondary]
"noise or silence drove *E* mad" →
"The noase or the loal had dreven him blem, blem, stun blem"
[as wangfish daring the buoyant waters] ♬
FDV: "He had left the country by a subterranean tunnel."
FDV2: "He had left the country _via_ a subterranean tunnel shored with bedboards. An infamous private ailment (variolovenereal) had claimed him. He had walked into a pond while intoxicated up to that point where braced shirts meet knickerbockers. The helping hands of five had rescued him from seven feet of semifresh water."
mysteries:
[04:32-06:45]
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"noise or silence drove *E* mad" →
"The noase or the loal had dreven him blem, blem, stun blem"
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| Cornelius Magrath's 7ft skeleton |
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| cup and ball |
FDV: "He had left the country by a subterranean tunnel."
FDV2: "He had left the country _via_ a subterranean tunnel shored with bedboards. An infamous private ailment (variolovenereal) had claimed him. He had walked into a pond while intoxicated up to that point where braced shirts meet knickerbockers. The helping hands of five had rescued him from seven feet of semifresh water."
mysteries:
[04:32-06:45]
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Page 97 #foxhunt
Assigned reading
(3 pars [] plus 126 notes)
[secondary]
097.28 "Assembly men murmured. Reynard is slow!"
101.01 "Dispersal women wondered. Was she fast?"
[Fugger's Newsletter]
FDV: "hot to run him, but from the good he last was viewed pointing for home a deaf fox's wisdom kept him safe in covert. Preserving perseverance was the best rebuttal whereby he got the big bulge on all in that one street town. Vainly virulence, violence, & vituperation sought to end the reign of the great shipping mogul and linen lord; it was one dearer than all who was to make him a nine days' jeer of the pumproom. He had laid violent hands on himself."
FDV2: "hot to run him on a scent breasthigh, but from the good day he last was viewed pointing for home in his 7mile rolltop boots a deaf fox's wisdom kept him safe in covert miraculously ravenfed & sustained by the creamclotted sherriness of cinnamon syllabub. Preserving perseverance in the reeducation of his intestines was the rebuttal whereby he got the big bulge on the crowd of spasoakers in that one street town. Vainly virulence, violence, & vituperation sought wellnigh utterly to end the reign of the great shipping mogul and linen lord; it was one more dearer than all who was to make him the nine days' jeer for the lounge lizards of the pumproom. He had laid violent hands on himself, lain down, fagged out, with equally melancholy death."
mysteries:
[02:28-04:33]
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 |
| Hessian boot |
097.28 "Assembly men murmured. Reynard is slow!"
101.01 "Dispersal women wondered. Was she fast?"
[Fugger's Newsletter]
FDV: "hot to run him, but from the good he last was viewed pointing for home a deaf fox's wisdom kept him safe in covert. Preserving perseverance was the best rebuttal whereby he got the big bulge on all in that one street town. Vainly virulence, violence, & vituperation sought to end the reign of the great shipping mogul and linen lord; it was one dearer than all who was to make him a nine days' jeer of the pumproom. He had laid violent hands on himself."
FDV2: "hot to run him on a scent breasthigh, but from the good day he last was viewed pointing for home in his 7mile rolltop boots a deaf fox's wisdom kept him safe in covert miraculously ravenfed & sustained by the creamclotted sherriness of cinnamon syllabub. Preserving perseverance in the reeducation of his intestines was the rebuttal whereby he got the big bulge on the crowd of spasoakers in that one street town. Vainly virulence, violence, & vituperation sought wellnigh utterly to end the reign of the great shipping mogul and linen lord; it was one more dearer than all who was to make him the nine days' jeer for the lounge lizards of the pumproom. He had laid violent hands on himself, lain down, fagged out, with equally melancholy death."
mysteries:
[02:28-04:33]
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Monday, December 9, 2013
Page 96
Assigned reading
(2 pars [] plus 110 notes)
[secondary]
[the languish of flowers]
[♬ drahereen o machree]
[♬ meeting waters]
[playing possum... saved his brush... beagling... run him... the worry... pointing for his... deaf fuchser]
FDV: "And contradrinking themselves. I differ with ye! Are you sure of that now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not & you're another! And Lully holding the breach of the peace for them. To give & to take. Ah, now, it was too bad to be falling out over the ourang's time! Well, all right Lully! And shakeahand. And schenk us more. For Craig sake. Ah, well! The best opinion now holds that by so playing possum our highest common ancestor most effectually saved his brush. Dogs of all breeds were speaking with various provincial accents,"
FDV2: "And contradrinking themselves. I differ with ye! Are you sure of that now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not & you're another! And Lully holding the breach of the peace for them. To give & to take. And to forgo the past. Ah, now, it was too bad to be falling out over the shape of the ourang's time! Well, all right Lully! And shakeahand. And schenk us more. For Craig sake. Be it soak! Even should not the framing up of such fictions in the evidential order bring any truth to light in good time as fortuitously as some false setting of a starchart might (heaven aiding) reveal the presence of an unknown being in chaos of space The soundest opinion now holds that by so playing possum our highest common ancestor most effectually saved his brush. Dogs of all breeds were speaking with marked provincial accents,"
mysteries:
[00:29-02:29]
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[the languish of flowers]
[♬ drahereen o machree]
[♬ meeting waters]
[playing possum... saved his brush... beagling... run him... the worry... pointing for his... deaf fuchser]
FDV: "And contradrinking themselves. I differ with ye! Are you sure of that now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not & you're another! And Lully holding the breach of the peace for them. To give & to take. Ah, now, it was too bad to be falling out over the ourang's time! Well, all right Lully! And shakeahand. And schenk us more. For Craig sake. Ah, well! The best opinion now holds that by so playing possum our highest common ancestor most effectually saved his brush. Dogs of all breeds were speaking with various provincial accents,"
FDV2: "And contradrinking themselves. I differ with ye! Are you sure of that now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not & you're another! And Lully holding the breach of the peace for them. To give & to take. And to forgo the past. Ah, now, it was too bad to be falling out over the shape of the ourang's time! Well, all right Lully! And shakeahand. And schenk us more. For Craig sake. Be it soak! Even should not the framing up of such fictions in the evidential order bring any truth to light in good time as fortuitously as some false setting of a starchart might (heaven aiding) reveal the presence of an unknown being in chaos of space The soundest opinion now holds that by so playing possum our highest common ancestor most effectually saved his brush. Dogs of all breeds were speaking with marked provincial accents,"
mysteries:
[00:29-02:29]
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Sunday, December 8, 2013
Page 95
Assigned reading
(2/2 pars [] plus 115 notes)
[secondary]
[♬ O'Moyly gracies?]
[♬ ginabawdy meadabawdy]
[her jo]
[♬ mountain dew]
[♬ unguam and nunguam and lunguam again]
[the rustlings and the twitterings and the raspings]
FDV: "& the smell of him like the vitriol works of a windy day The rossies, chaffing his redface. How do you do, North Mister? Get into my way! till they had him fit to be tried. Ah, dearo me forsale! Yerra, why'd she heed that old gasometer & his hooping coffin? Sure, I well remember him H2CE3, that'd take your breath away. Gob, I knew him well meself too. Coming up the east-end with his limelooking bags, Old Whitehorse with his painted voice. Gomorro, says he, Lankyshy! Bugger ye! ses I, O breezes west! When I had her when I was in my grandfather & that was up Sycomore Lane. Nick, ses she, you've the nock, ses she, & I'd sooner yr. mountain dew to kiss me than that old brewer's belch. And so they went on, unquam & nunquam & linseed & colic, about the whosebefore and the wheresafter & all the scandalmonkers that used to be at that time living & lying & riding round Nunsbelly Square. And contradrinking themselves. I differ with ye! Are you sure of that now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not & you're another! And Lully holding the breach of the peace for them. To give & to take. Ah, now, it was too bad to be falling out over the ourang's time! Well, all right Lully! And shakeahand. And schenk us more. For Craig sake. Ah, well!"
FDV2: "he got his paper dispensation from the poke. I mind the smell of him like the vetriol works of a windy day & The O'Briny rossies, the O'Moyly gracies chaffing him bluchface & playing him pranks. How do you do, North Mister? Get into my way! till they had the mon timed to the hifork pitch of fit to be tried. Ah, dearo me forsailorshe! Yerra, why'd she heed that old gasometer & his hooping coffin & his dying boosy cough & all the birds of the south side after her, Minxy Cunningham, jimmies & johnnies to be her jo? Sure, I well remember him H2CE3, that'd take your breath away. Gob, I knew him well as meself too. heaving up the Kay Wall by the 32 to 11 with his limelooking horses bags, the Whiteside Kaffir with his painted voice puffing out brown cabbage. Thaw him a gull, me pawsdeen fiunn! Gomorro, ses he, Lankyshies! Bugger ye! ses I, O breezes west! When I had her first when I was in my grandfather & that was up Sycomore Lane. Arrah Nick, ses she, you've the nock, ses she, with your poyhn, ses she, yerynn & I'd sooner sip to yr. mountain dew than that old brewer's belch. And so they went on, unquam & nunquam & linseed & colic, about the whosebefore and the wheresafter & all the scandalmonkers & the poor craigs that used to be at that time living & lying & rating & riding round Nunsbelly Square. And contradrinking themselves. I differ with ye! Are you sure of that now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not & you're another! And Lully holding the breach of the peace for them. To give & to take. And to forgo the past. Ah, now, it was too bad to be falling out over the shape of the ourang's time! Well, all right Lully! And shakeahand. And schenk us more. For Craig sake. Be it soak!"
mysteries:
[10:25-11:57]
[00:00-00:30]
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[♬ O'Moyly gracies?]
[♬ ginabawdy meadabawdy]
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| Minnie Cunningham |
 |
| the White-eyed Kaffir |
[her jo]
[♬ mountain dew]
[♬ unguam and nunguam and lunguam again]
[the rustlings and the twitterings and the raspings]
FDV: "& the smell of him like the vitriol works of a windy day The rossies, chaffing his redface. How do you do, North Mister? Get into my way! till they had him fit to be tried. Ah, dearo me forsale! Yerra, why'd she heed that old gasometer & his hooping coffin? Sure, I well remember him H2CE3, that'd take your breath away. Gob, I knew him well meself too. Coming up the east-end with his limelooking bags, Old Whitehorse with his painted voice. Gomorro, says he, Lankyshy! Bugger ye! ses I, O breezes west! When I had her when I was in my grandfather & that was up Sycomore Lane. Nick, ses she, you've the nock, ses she, & I'd sooner yr. mountain dew to kiss me than that old brewer's belch. And so they went on, unquam & nunquam & linseed & colic, about the whosebefore and the wheresafter & all the scandalmonkers that used to be at that time living & lying & riding round Nunsbelly Square. And contradrinking themselves. I differ with ye! Are you sure of that now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not & you're another! And Lully holding the breach of the peace for them. To give & to take. Ah, now, it was too bad to be falling out over the ourang's time! Well, all right Lully! And shakeahand. And schenk us more. For Craig sake. Ah, well!"
FDV2: "he got his paper dispensation from the poke. I mind the smell of him like the vetriol works of a windy day & The O'Briny rossies, the O'Moyly gracies chaffing him bluchface & playing him pranks. How do you do, North Mister? Get into my way! till they had the mon timed to the hifork pitch of fit to be tried. Ah, dearo me forsailorshe! Yerra, why'd she heed that old gasometer & his hooping coffin & his dying boosy cough & all the birds of the south side after her, Minxy Cunningham, jimmies & johnnies to be her jo? Sure, I well remember him H2CE3, that'd take your breath away. Gob, I knew him well as meself too. heaving up the Kay Wall by the 32 to 11 with his limelooking horses bags, the Whiteside Kaffir with his painted voice puffing out brown cabbage. Thaw him a gull, me pawsdeen fiunn! Gomorro, ses he, Lankyshies! Bugger ye! ses I, O breezes west! When I had her first when I was in my grandfather & that was up Sycomore Lane. Arrah Nick, ses she, you've the nock, ses she, with your poyhn, ses she, yerynn & I'd sooner sip to yr. mountain dew than that old brewer's belch. And so they went on, unquam & nunquam & linseed & colic, about the whosebefore and the wheresafter & all the scandalmonkers & the poor craigs that used to be at that time living & lying & rating & riding round Nunsbelly Square. And contradrinking themselves. I differ with ye! Are you sure of that now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not & you're another! And Lully holding the breach of the peace for them. To give & to take. And to forgo the past. Ah, now, it was too bad to be falling out over the shape of the ourang's time! Well, all right Lully! And shakeahand. And schenk us more. For Craig sake. Be it soak!"
mysteries:
[10:25-11:57]
[00:00-00:30]
I.4: 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103
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