(what do Swedenborg, Confucius, and Lewis Carroll have in common? living to great age?)
Swedenborg bio "last great change... Assessor... black velvet... teeth... eighty-one... buckle"
The 'Lane pictures' are several dozen modern masterpieces collected by
Hugh Lane between 1900 and 1915. Lane was seven years older than Joyce,
the nephew of Lady Gregory (and thus half-Persse). He battled to donate
them to a museum in Dublin. (p79)
"one 18 to one 18 biss" time interval? space interval? age??
"Old grand tuttut toucher up of young poetographies" (note that Carroll himself disapproved-- tut tut!-- of 'photoshopping' and most likely also of taking sexual liberties with his young girl friends, and maybe of their attempting to portray him in words or sketches) [*]
FDV: "this Mr. Neelsoen highly accurrect in his everythinks live here in black velvet sidden mangy years and got a baybay bucktooth coming on at 81. That why all parks up cited about his gunnfadder. That why he man with two purses agitating his theopot with walkabout shake from one 18 to one 18 bis. Old grand toucher up of your poetographies and he turn round quick red if some make one noise. A fact. True bill. And his By a jury of matrons. And his thing went the whole way up Suffogate Street. But who comes yond with pire on poletop? He who relights the moon. and the hag they call Coverfew hists from her lane. And haste 'tis time for bairn to hame. Da'mselle's, we comeho to roo. Helpmeat too, he tell princes of the age about. who not knows she early"
2DV: "this Heer assassor Neelsoen lasting {laslast} great change of retiring family buckle highly accurrect in his everythinks live with howthhold {of} number seven in black velvet sidden mangy yaars and got a baybay bucktooth coming on ever so nursely at 81. That why all parks up excited about his gunnfadder. That why he man with two purses agitating his theopot with wokkleabout shake rather uncoherend from one 18 to one 18 bis. Old grand tut tut toucher up of your poetographies and he turn round quick red allmaidishly if some make one noise. A fact. True bill. By a jury of matrons. And his thing went the whole way up Suffogate Street. But who comes yond with pire on poletop? He who relights the moon. And the hag they damename Coverfew hists from her lane. And haste 'tis time for bairn to hame. chickchilds' comeho to roo. Comehome to roo as chickchilds do. Helpmeat too, his fiery goosgoss goosemother, {woman who did,} he tell princes of the age about. who not knows she when first"
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