Tuesday, May 20, 2014

[The Mime of Mick, Nick, and the Maggies: II.1 first draft]

[an experiment in annotating the 1st draft as a reading text for beginners]
[fdv] Hayman's online 1963 "First-Draft Version"
[fweet] annotations database for published text
[fwpgs] this blog
[1930?] Hayman's tentative dates
[joyce's text below in bold w/blue bkgnd]

Glug (Mr Shemus Pannem): the bad boy of storybook who has been sent into disgrace by


Glugg/Chuff = empty/full = Shem/Shaun (archetypal warring twins)
Shemus/Shem = James (Joyce)
penman (anagram-- but purported anagrams in FW are almost never intended by Joyce. Here though, Shem-the-penman is an established identity, vs brother Shaun-the-postman)
panem = bread (Latin) "Accepit Jesus panem, et benedixit, et fregit" = Jesus took bread &blessed&broke it
'panem et circenses' bread and circuses (but if Shem is the bread, is Shaun somehow the circle-place/circus games? or is Shem himself the 'bread', and the whole chapter depicts the circus?)
"of storybook" cf 'of legend'


The Floras (S. Bride's Girl Scouts School): a bunch of pretty maidens who from a guard of honour of

[fdv] [fweet] [fwpgs] (these links track the advancing text)
there are usually 29 or 28+1 or 7 girls
Saint Bride = Saint Bridget [Dublin church]
"bunch" suggests each is a flower
bridesmaids
"from" (somebody's simple typo? Hayman was struggling with deciphering handwriting)


Izod (Miss Herself, approached in loveliness only by her reflection in a mirror), who, having jilted Glug, is now fascinated by

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Isolde/Iseult/Isobel/Issy of Chapelizod (Chapel of Isolde)
Shem and Shaun's little sister, object of Shem's lust
(prom queen and head cheerleader?)
(when in the text exactly did Issy jilt Shem already???)
fascina


Chuff, the fairhaired who wrestles with the bad black boy about caps or something till the shadows make a pattern of somebody or other after which they are both scrubbed by

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UK slang 'chuffed' = very pleased
fair/black = Shaun/Shem (this duality is overcomplicated by the implication that the fairhaired represent Scandinavian invaders while the darkhaired are Irish 'natives')
"capS" not 'a cap' (maybe as twins they share clothing?)
scaled-down image of grownups fighting for crown
fweet finds 64 subtle allusions to shadows (esp. as dark images)
until the setting sun elongates the shadows and their parents fetch them home (it's ambiguous whether the sun has set, and even if they're indoors or out)
cf the prankquean vignette from chapter 1 "she washed the blessings of the lovespots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles" (is this 'Mime' episode, maybe, a closeup/pov of Jarl's kids playing? are the prankquean's 3 visits happening in parallel? ...but it's Shem not the prankquean trying to guess the riddle here)


Ann, their poor little old mother-in-lieu who is the wife of

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Anna Livia Plurabelle (ALP), the rivermother who'll wash all clean
(is she serving "in-lieu" of their real mother? cf the prankquean, who kidnaps and re-trains each of the kids)


Hump, the cause of all the trouble at present engaged in entertaining

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Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker (HCE) committed a sin in the park that's blamed for everything that's gone wrong (as Jarl van Hoother in ch1, his sin was just refusing the passing prankquean a cup of porter)
he's a tavernkeeper, and we'll see him downstairs at work in episode II.3, after the kids have done their homework in II.2


The Customers, a bundle of representatives who are served by

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12 citizen-jurors
cf "bundle" of fasces?


Sanderson, a spoilcurate, butt of

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Sackerson's usually an older man, sometimes a policeman, sometimes a snake
curate = bartender ("spoilcurate" is J's unsolved coinage)

 the curate's eponymous spoiled egg was still good in places [wiki]


Kate, cook-and-general.

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the older woman, sometimes a hen, sometimes a washerwoman
phrase: cook and general [helper|servant|housekeeper|etc] ("|" means 'or' on this blog)


with battlepictures worked up by Messrs Blood and Thunder, costumes designed by Madame Delamode, dances arranged by Harley Quin and Column Bin, songs, jokes and properties for the wake supplied by Mr Timothy Finnegan,

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cf 1909 playbill
"battlepictures" may be huge painted backdrops
work up = make excited, develop
de la mode = fashionable
Harlequin and Columbine (clown couple)
"properties" aka 'props'
this show (The Mime of Mick, Nick and the Maggies) seems to include an elaborate 'wake' scene


the whole to be wound up with a wound up with a magnificent transformation scene showing the Wedding of Night and Morning and the Dawn of Peace waking the Weary of the World. An argument follows.

[fdv] [fweet] [fwpgs] (Hayman guesses, probably correctly, that 'wound up with a' was repeated in error, but our policy will be not to presume such things)
(the 'Mime' ends at dawn?)
argument: Chuff vs Glugg (or meta-analysis of Chuff vs Glugg)


Chuffy was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like likening. Fools top! Singty; sangty meeky loose, defendy nous in prayley boos. Make a shine on the curst. Emem.

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angel, sword, soared, flashed, flashlight, lightning
"then" (back in those days, unlike now? or just next, within the story?)
Shaun is often deaf (sordo) where Shem is blind
there was apparently a children's game called "Full-stop and Comma" [more info needed]
babytalkversion of prayer at end of Mass, probably chanted by the girls here: 'Sancte, sancte, Michaelus, defende nos in praelio': 'Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict.' U4.440 [wiki]
(why "boos"? boots? just for the rhyme?)
"Make a shine" = show off
sign of the cross
crust ('For a shiny pie crust, brush the unbaked top crust with an egg wash...')
amen, M.M.?


But the duvlim sulph was in Glugger, that lost-to-lurning. Punct. He was sbuffing and sputing, tussing like anisine, whipping his eysoult and gmatsching his teats over the brividies from exsisters and the outher liubbocks of life. To part from thees, my corsets, is into overlusting fear. Acts of feet, hoof and jarrety. Djow, uphere!

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devil, Dublin, dubh linn (black pool), himself, sylph, sulfur
'loss to learning' usually refers to books being destroyed
(did joyce think 'full stop' is more shaunlike, where the german equivalent 'punkt' is more like shem the empty punk?)
puffing and spitting, coughing like anything
(cf the 3 kids in the prankquean vignette: "kickaheeling... wringing and coughing... kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing")
weeping his eyes out, Iseult sometimes spelled Yseult (cf actress Eysoldt)
gnashing his teeth over the brevity of existence
BVDs of ex-sisters (major theme of chapter)
outer limits, utter deceitfulness?
Matthew 25:41: 'Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire"
Gerald Nugent, Ode Written on Leaving Ireland: 'From thee, sweet Delvin, must I part'
part-from-corset = undress
I Corinthians 13:13: 'faith, hope, charity'
Satan's hooves
French 'jarret' = back of knee
Devil, appear!

in some variants of the game of 'Colors' the angel and devil alternately guess colors and 'take' all the others who represent that color, forming teams for a tug of war

from Glugg's misery we jump to the girls' flirtations:

Aminxt that nombre of evelings, but, how pierceful in their sojestiveness were those first girly stirs, with zitterings of flight releashed and twinglings of twitchbells in rondel after, with waverys that made shimmershake rather nightily all the duskscended airs and shylit beaconings from shehind hins back.

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minx, name, shadow
Eveline (story)
(the conjunction "but" seems to be missing its 1st sentence-- could "Aminxt" be a verb? ...amixed)
peaceful, heartpiercing, suggestive, so jest-ive, digestive?? festive?
early stars (if there's still sunshadows, there couldn't be stars yet)
Schmetterling = butterfly; twitchbell = earwig
released, leashed again, relished
rondel/roundelay circle dance
reveries? waivers?
naughtily, scented, skylight? violet? beckon
they tease Glugg when his back is turned


Sammy, call on. Bopeeps, she was shuffering all the diseasinesses of the unherd of. Mary Louisan Shousapinas! If Arck could no more salve his agnols from the wiles of willy woolly woolf! If all the signelles of her dipandump helpabit could not that glugg to catch her by the calour of her brideness!

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semicolon (cf game of fullstop-and-comma above)
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep (herd)
like Glugg she's sickly
shoveling, shuffling (off?)
"Mary Louisan Shousapinas" = Mary Louise and Josephine? (the wives of Napoleon are like Chuff's angels???)
(cf exclamation 'Jesus, Mary, and Joseph' as a pinnacle of Catholic blasphemies)
arch-angel (why a-r-C-K?)
lamb/wolf game (agnelle = female lamb, French)
signals, deaf-and-dumb alphabet, dip, dump, helpers? bridle?
could not help that glugg a bit to catch her? or stop him??
Shem's trying to seduce her via sexual heat, she's sympathetic enough to give him clues?


Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; no Esmeralde, Pervenche nor Indra; not Viola even nor all of them four themes over. But up tighty in the front, down again in the loose, drim and drumming on her back and a pop from her whistle what's that. O holytroopers?

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(are these "signelles of her... helpabit"?)
Red Rose
Orange Sevilla (seville oranges are bitter)
Yellow Citronelle (lemon)
Green Esmeralde
Blue Pervenche (periwinkle)
Indigo Indra
Violet Viola
ROY+GBI+V
4 times 7 days of week = 28 (or 29) rainbow girls

by Paget's gestural theory of language, 'butter' (eg) becomes "down in front (BA or BU), up at the back (-T), down at the back (TA) and a backward jerk (R)"

heliotrope-the-color (the answer to the riddle of the color of Issy's panties) is not well-defined, violet-ish (flowers):
1st known use as color-word, 1880
also a mineral aka bloodstone


Up he stulpled glee you gee 
with search a mug did die near sea, 
beamy owen and calmy hugh 
and if you think of a jink for me I will thingofajig for you.

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stumbled (German stolpern = stumble)
GLee-U-Gee
such a mug did I ne'er see (cf Twain's translation of the Story of Ugly Frederick: "Just such a boy I ne'er did see. He caught the flies, poor helpless things, Made hoppers of them, minus wings")
be my own, call my hue, beam, calm
Owen and Hugh O'Neill (16thC heroes)
thingamajig
cf?? "if you cut for me, I'll chew for you" [cite]


Arrest thee! came the evangelion and be dumb but ill s'arrested. But what is that which one is going to prehend? Seeks buzzling is brains the feinder.

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arrête = stop
"evangelion" = good news/gospel
(Shaun says 'stop' and Shem stops? maybe young Joyce trying to obey Church?)
apprehend, comprehend, pretend (Signatures of all things? U-Proteus)
hide-and-seek, six, sex, cease, buzzing
puzzling his brains
fender/fireshield, finder, feign-er, enemy
the fender motif depicts mysterious shapeless objects


He askit of the fireshield but he was untergone into the matthued heaven. He soughed it from the luft but that bore ne mark ne message. He luked upon the flore where barely his corns were growning. At last he listed back to beckline how she pranks alone so johntily.

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parody of St Augustine seeking God, young Joyce/Stephen seeking enlightenment
fire, Matthew, ask, of, he (untergehen = sunset in German; so the sun has already set?) (matte-hued = dullcolored)
air, Mark (luft = air), seek, from, that
earth, Luke, look, puked?, upon, where, bare feet, groaning
water, John (beck = rivulet), listened, leaned, back-to-back, how, she
Shem looks for guidance to the four natural elements, and to the teachings of the four masters
(it sounds more like they're inside than outside?)


With nought a wired from the wordless either.

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not a word from the wireless
aether as 5th element


Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther. Truly deplurabel! A dire. O dire! And all the freightfulness freightfulness whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Sometime towerable! With that antlets on him and the baublelight bulching out of his sockets whiling away:

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so sad, foster mother? deplorable, oh dear, frightfulness, burden
(cf Stephen Dedalus's mourning?)
(Hayman seems to say Joyce wrote "frei freightfulness"-- maybe a stutter? free freight?)
inhabited/inhibited/inherited
colleen bawn, hillbilly? progenitor (irresponsible father?)
something terrible, Martello tower?
Antlitz = face (German), flashing antlers of deer
goggle-eyes bulging? flashing disdain? whirling


she sprankled his allover with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack a lock and pass the poker, please:

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she = ALP or Issy?
sprinkled (washing, or peeing?), spanked, him, Oliver, overall?
noises of urination
how do you do (howdy)
with her interrogation: "why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?" = I'd like a cup of porter/ why do I like peace?
definitely the prankquean here: [p21] spreadsheet
unlocked (door?), Lancelot, lookalike
poker = erect penis? cf fender?


so that Glugg, the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness he could scares of all knotknow whither his murder had bourst a blabber or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly his skool missed her.

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(vs Chuff, the rich one?)
whirlpool, subconsciousness, scarcely, not know, mother, burst, bladder (hers or his own?)
(Mulligan says SD killed his mother)
vocal tones? tympanum, Tin Pan Alley, merely, skull
VI.A "play tin pan" (easier to picture Lucia here than Nora or May)
he didn't know if he heard her pee or just imagined it?


The yenng frilles-in-pleyurs are now showen drawen, if bud one, or, if in florileague, drawens up at the rare sight of their commoner guardia. Her boy fiend, or theirs, if they are so prurielled, cometh up as a trapadour sinking how he must fend for himself by gazework what their colours wear as they are all showen drawens up.

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(maybe 'yeung'?) frills, players, pleasures?, showing, shown, drawers, drawings
Proust: À l'Ombre des Jeunes Filles en Fleurs (In the Shadow of Young Girls in Bloom; second volume of À la Recherche du Temps Perdu)
florilegium = bouquet (Latin)
the other girls show Chuff their panties, singly or in groups?
rear, 'common or garden', gardai
"fiend" (so, Glugg?)
pluralled, prurient, trapdoor, troubador
thinking, find, guesswork
(is he trying to guess Issy's color by eliminating the other 28?)
(stage magic using trapdoor to enter or exit?)


He will angskt of them from their commoner guardian, who is really the rapier of the two for he bandished it with his hand the hold time: Hast thou feel liked carbunckley ones? Apun which theirs is a little tittertit of hilarity and he is atvoiced by their toots enssembled to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that's tory to the ulstramarines.

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rapier wit, rapey-er
bander = to have a boner; branler = to masturbate
hast du vielleicht? = have you perhaps? (German)
carbuncle (gem)
(why is this future tense, and a single rather than 3 questions?)
(Glugg's guesses tend to be gem/colors, like heliotrope, as if he's gotten that hint?)
he is addressed by the group to go eff himself by all that's holy to tell it to the Ulster ultramarines
"troy... tory"


So Finmicina to Montagnone, what she means he did not know. All she meaned was multimoney, all she meaned was a nyums nyum nyam. If he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk and if he wooed not woory so!

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'There stands a lady on a mountain, Who she is I do not know, All she wants is gold and silver, All she wants is a nice young man' [ebook]
rivulet?? feminine? Strait of Messina???
montagnone = big mountain (Italian, 4 syllables)
"she" not 'they'? wants money or sweets?
alimony?
he's tonguetied with anxiety


— Have you monbreamstone
No.
— Or hellfeuersteyn?
No.
— Or Van Diemen's coral pearl?
No.
He has lost.


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my, moonbeam, bream, dream, moonstone, brimstone
hellfirestone
Tasmanian demon coral pearl pink
(he's again guessing gems/colors)


Off to clutch, Glugg! Farwheel! Shape your reres, Glugg! Forweal! Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff's in a seven: all's rice with their whirl!

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'Go to church, love, Farewell, Put your ring on, Farewell' [game]
Glugg = centrifugal, Chuff = centripetal?
in his heaven
rice suggests a wedding


Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She'd promised he'd eye her. To try up her pretti. But now he's so and so fared and so forth.

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Issy is saddened by Glugg's setback
Oh Dear! What Can the Matter Be? 
ALP promised Shem would eye her???
pretti = pure/truthful men (Italian)
(the lyric dissolves?)


Poor Isad sits a glooming, so gleaming in the gloaming. She is fading out like Journee's clothes so you can't see her now. Still we know how Day the Dyer works, in dims and deeps and dusks and darks. And among the shades that Eve's now wearing she'll meet anew fiancy, tryst and trow. For though she's unmerried she'll after truss up and help that hussyband how to hop. Hip it and romp it and chirrub and sing for Chuffy's now sheraph and Glugg's got to swing.

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I, sad
♬ Roaming in the Gloaming
journey's close [19thC cliche]
capitalised: Journee, Day the Dyer, Eve
Poor Jenny Jones is dying, so you can't see her now
daylight's fading dyes everything in darker shades
the evening wears those shades
fiance, fancy, Tristan, trust, tried & true
have to dress up
how to dance?
cheer up
seraphim traditionally rank slightly higher than cherubim
Puccini's The Girl of the Golden West: "Your fascinating swell has got to swing" [ebook] ('Il tuo bel vagheggino dondolerà da un albero al rovaio!')


So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, for they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an angel's garland.

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Gathering Nuts in May


Catchmire stockings, liberty garters, shoddyshoes quicked out with selver. Pennyfeir caps on pinnyfore frocks and a ring on her somefing finger.

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cashmere stockings

shod/shoed/shoddy

pinafore
maybe throwaway paper caps and prize rings that don't fit the ring finger?

And they leap so looply, looply, as they link to light. And they look so loovely, loovelit, all in a nuptious night. Whithasly glints in. Andecoy glants out. They ramp it a little, a lessle, a lissle. Then romp rightround in rout.

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Here we go looby loo, all on a Saturday night
nuptial
with a sly glance in and a coy glance out
Shake it a little, a little, a little, and turn yourself about


R is Rubretta and A is Arancia, Y is for Yilla and N for Greenerin. B is Boyblue with odalisque O while W waters the fleurettes of novembrance. Though they're all but merely a schoolgirl yet these way went they.

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R Rubretta [Italian red]
A Arancia [Italian orange]
Y Yilla
N Greenerin
B Boyblue [Little boy blue come blow your horn]
O odalisque
W waters
Hamlet IV.5: "rosemary, that's for remembrance" (some have purple flowers, some bloom in November) 
When I was a young girl... this way went I


The grocer's wife she slips her hand in the haricot bag, the lady in waiting sips her sup from the paraffin can, Mrs the Doctor runs out on the road the moment she hears of a tinkle of thunder, the widow Magrievy she knits cats' cradles, this lovely actress hides a sixpence under her tongue, and here's the girl who she went to coldfashion and told her priest she spat on a chop and this lass not least she's a very rich woman who she writes her fortunes big times over in the nursery dust with her capital toe.

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does the game give the seven girls a (mostly disappointing) vision of themselves grown up?
1 grocer's wife [stealing or cheating?]
2 lady in waiting [paraffin stove = poverty?]
3 Mrs the Doctor [doctor's wife? nervous, highstrung, phobic?]
4 widow Magrievy [lonely catlady?]
5 lovely actress [mad money? magic trick?]
6 girl who she went to coldfashion [confession, spat in anger]
7 very rich woman [tragically childless]
paraffin stove, 1892

And these ways wend they. And those ways wend they. Winnie, Olive and Beatrice, Nelly and Ida, Amy and Rue. Here they come back, all the gay pack, for they are the florals, from foncey and pansey to papavere's blush, forsake-me-nought, while there's leaf there's hope, with primtim's ruse and marrymay's blossom, all the flowers of the ancelles' garden.

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W, O&B, N&I, A&R (mostly names of Lewis Carroll's young girl friends) rainbow backwards
1 foncey [not a color: 'darkened' in French]
2 pansey [pansies usually violet]
3 papavere's blush [poppy red, Italian]
4 forsake-me-nought [forget-me-not blue]
5 while there's leaf there's hope [green leaves]
6 primtim's ruse [primrose yellow?]
7 marrymay's blossom [marigold orange or yellow]


But vicereversing what tornaments of rages racked the divlun's punchpoll as he displaid all the oath word science of his visible disgrace. He dove his head into Wat Murrey, gave Stewart Ryall a puck on the plexus, wrestled a hurrycome-union with the Gille Beg, wiped all his sinses, martial and menial, out of Shrove Sundy MacFearsome, excremuncted himself into MacAlister, had a belting bout, chaste to chaste, with McAdoo abutt nothing and inbraced himself for any time untellable with what hung over from the MacSiccaries of the Breeks.

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Devil's Punchbowl, Killarney
 'outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace'
desecrating 7 sacraments? [wiki]
1 Wat Murrey [water; baptism]
2 Stewart Ryall [Stuart royal; confirmation]
3 Gille Beg [little lad; eucharist]
4 Shrove Sundy MacFearsome [Macpherson; penance]
5 MacAlister [emuncted = blew nose; extreme unction]
6 McAdoo [Much Ado about Nothing; matrimony]
7 MacSiccaries of the Breeks [mak siccar = make sure; holy orders]


Allwhile he swure. He would split. Inform to the old sniggerin publicking press. How wholephallows, his guffer, he had a greak big oh in the megafundum of his tomashunders and how Her Lettyshape, his gummer, She had never cissied waking malters among the jemasons since the cluft that meataxe delt her made her microchasm as gap as down low. He would jused sit it all rite down just as he would jused to set it up all right seeing how heartsilly, sorey he was owning so the condrition of his bikestool.

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sure, swore, spit, spill the beans, republican?
gaffer/gammer, omega, Ω, asshole, megaphone, big bottom, Thomas Hunter?, torn asunder, cap
Burns' long ghoststory-poem "Tam O'Shanter"
an empty place under his cap? a hole in the seat of his trousers?

Glugg/Joyce shocks the world with simple common truths about his characters' bodily functions

ladyship, letter-shape, ceased, making water, malt, Jameson's whiskey
megafundum/microcosm
cf Muddest Thick vignette, written 5yrs earlier

Gap of Dunloe, County Kerry

Act of Contrition: 'I am heartily sorry'
sore from bike seat
contrition, confessional (German: Beichtstuhl)


And fillfull ninequires with it for his auditers Caxton and Pollock, a most moraculous jeerynyhead about whose told his innersense and how he was ambothed upon by the very spit of himself, and why they eggspilled him out of his homety domum and the bes and schortest way of blacking out a caughtalook of all the sorrors of Sexton. With tears such as engines weep.

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9 quires = 216 pages; Philadelphia Inquirer?
jeremiad
who stole his innocence
ambushed by his twin (spitting image)
expelled, egg spilled, Humpty Dumpty
the best and shortest way of blocking out a catalog of all the sorrows of Satan [90min]
Catholic, horrors, sisters, geniuses
Milton: "Tears such as angels weep"


My Cod, alas, that dear old dumty home
     Whereof in youthfood's port I preyed
     Amouk thy verdigrassy convinct vallsall dazes.
     And cloitered for amourmeant in thy boosome shede!


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"Et Tu, Healy": 'My cot alas that dear old shady home/ Where oft in youthful sport I played/ Upon thy verdant grassy fields all day/ Or lingered for a moment in thy bosom shade' (poem maybe written by Joyce at age nine, on occasion of Parnell's death)
My God, "homety domum... dumty home"
Ufford's port?, preyed on something?, monk
FW2 has: "Amonk... wallsall dazed" (so, FDV misreadings?)
verdigris = green patina of weathered copper
convict, convince, Vauxhall, Valhalla, waltz all, false all, dazed
cloistered, amour, amusement, boo-some (boohoo, boo!)


Hereapong shot pinging upthrough the errorooth of his wisdom as thought it had been zawhen intwo. Wholly anguish blooded up discomvulsing the fixtures of his fizz. Apang which his temporychewer med him a crazy chump of a Haveajube Silly ass. Howlsbawls, like gnawthing unheardh!

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hereupon, here a pang
embarrassingly sentimental memories cause Glugg physical pain?
temperature

nothing on earth


He threwed his fit up to his aers, roled his polygone eyes, snivelled from the snose. Then with his whoop, stoop and an upalepsy was he again before the trembly ones, gotten up like a simplasailar and shaking the storm out of his hiccup.

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"So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry." (fw21 prankquean)


He's a pigtail tarr and if he hadn't got it toothick he'd a telltale tall of his pitcher on a wall with his photure in the papers for cutting moutonlegs and capers letting on he'd just be papers and his tail cooked up.



Angelinas, hide from light those hues that your ain beau may bring to night! Though down on your dowerstrip he's bent to knee he maun't know ledgings here.



For a haunting way will go and you need not make your mow. Find the frenge for frocks and translace it into shocks of such as touch with show and show.
He is guessing at hers for all he is worse. Hark to his wily geeses goosling by, and playfair, lady.




—Haps thee ore candy?
—Now.
—Haps thee mayjaunties?
—Nowhow.
—Haps thee per causes nunsibelli?
—Nowhowhow.
Get.




And he did a get; for he could chew upon a skarp snakk of pure undefallen engelsk as raskly and as baskly as your cow cudd spanich. He had his sperrits all foulen on him; he was bedizzled and beduzzled; and he looked like bruddy Hal. But could annybroddy have looked twinsomer than the kerl he left behind him?



How he stud there so kevinly with his gamecox spurts and his smile likuid glue, whiles his host of faceful spritties they went peahenning around him in neuchoristic congressulations, allauding to him by all the licknames in the litany and and sending him perfumed prayerpuffs to bouchesave unto each but every the havemercyonhurs of his kissier licence.



We think to thine, mighty innocent, that diddest bring it off fuitefuite. Should in ofter years it became about you will becoming a bank midland mansioner we and I shall reside with our obeisant servants at La Roserie, Ailesbury Road. Fyat-Fyat shall be our number on the autokinaton and Chubby in his Chuffs oursforownly chuffeur.



So come ye wealthy gentrymen with ladyfulls of fun! The jolly and the lively, thou billy with thee coo, to jog a jig on a crispness night and sing a missal too. Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed blackman, poke it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphip, champouree! And, jessies, push the pumkik round, Annaliuia!



Since the days of Roamaloose and Rehmoose the pavanos have been stridend through their Struts of Chapelldiseut, the vaulsies have meed and youdled through the purly ooze of Ballybough, many a mismy cloudy has tripped tauntily along that Hercourt strayed reelwey and Thyme, the chef of seasoners, has made his usual astewte use of endajustibles-- and though since then sterlings and guineas have been replaced by brooks and lions and some progress has been made on stilths and the races have come and gone and whatnot willbe isnor was those danceadeils and cancanzanies have come stimmering down for our begayment through the deafdom of pa's teapucs, as lithe as limb free limber as when momie played at ma.



[JAJ: "Beginning of a prayer addressed by the playing girls to Shaun whose is their angel in the game of Colours or Angels and Devils."]
Such their petals are each of all has a stalk unto herself love and all of all of their understamens is as open as she posably feel it and turned straightout or sidewaist towooerds him, their lord, that they may catchcup in those chalicettes the parryshoots from his pistil, (O my goodness! O my gracious! O my pricelestly preshoes!) as dewyfally as dumbelles they allisten to his elixir.




Enchainted, sweet Stainusless, dearer dearest, we herehear thee, salutant Pattren of our unschoold, deliverer of softmissives, send us a wise and letters play. Sweetstaker, we toutes were drawpairs so want lotteries of ticklets. Will bee all buzzy us a minmie for you are pollen yourself. We feel unspeechably thoughtless [...] it all so please kindly communicake with the original sinse we we are only learning how to burgeon. It was milliems of centiments dead lost or mislaid on them but we can change in the bite of a napple so long as we can see your quick. Behose, our handmades for the lured! To these nunce we are yours in ammatures but well come that day we shall ope to be ores. No more hoaxites! No more gifting in memnage!



Highttime is up: be it down into us according! When there shall be votes for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on hearth as there's hot in oven. When When every litty of a scolderymaid shall hold every yardscullion's right to stimm uprecht for himsoever, whetter in privates, whatter in publics. And when all us romance catholeens shall have all amanseprated. And the world is maidfree. So tell Coquette to tell Cockette to teach Connie Curley to touch Cattie Hare and tap Carminia to tip La Cherie though where the diggings he dwells amongst us here's nobody knows save Mary. Whyfor we go round ringing hands in hands in gyrogyrorondo.



These bright elects they were waltzing up their willside with their princesome handsome angeline chief while in those wherebus there wont helds way oaths and screams and bawley groans with a belchybubhub and a hellabelow bedemmed and bediabbled the arimaining lucisphere. Lonedom's breach lay foulend up incouth not be brooched by punns and reedles. Yet the ring gayed rund rorosily with a drat you for a brat you. And you wonna make one of our micknick party. For poor Glugger was dazed and late in his crave, i.e., laid in his grave.



But low, boys, low he rises, shrivering. He be good. He relation belong this remarkable man. Intrance on back. Most open on the laydays. He possible to look joyfull out of smily blue eyes. Not true his portmanteau filled potatowards. Big dumm crumm he offering barley zuck in presents of maidinelles. Other accuse about him all tommy rotkins.



In his contrary 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. By a jury of matrons. And his thing went the whole way up Suffogate Street.



[HSW: "one of Mr. Joyce's favorite passages"]
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 wronged by whomsoever. and whenceforward terrified of mountains?



It darkles, all this our fun nominal world. Man and beast are chill. In deeryard imbraced, alleged, injointed and unlatched, the birds, even thumbtit, quail silent. Was vesper ere awhile. Now conticinium.



No chare of beagles, frantling of peacocks, muzzing of the camel, smuttering of apes. Lights, pageboy, lights! When otter leaps in outer parts then Yul remembers May. Her mohns are bluming to greet the loes on yon coast of amethyst; arcglow's seafire siemens here and warnerforth's hookercrookers. Darkpark's acoo with sucking loves. Rosimund's by her wishing well. And if you wand to Livmouth, wenderer, here is no iron welcome.



Were you Marely quean of scuts or but Christien the Last here's dapplebellied mugs and troublebedded rooms and sawdust strown in expectoration. Mr Knight, big tapster, buttles; his alewife's up to his hip. And Watsy Lyke looks after all rinsings and don't omiss Kate, put in with the bricks. A's the sign and one's the number. So who over comes ever for whoopee week must put up with the Jug and Chambers.



But now!
Housefather calls enthreateningly. Ansiosa looks in the pot. The coming man, the future woman the food that is to build — what he with fifteen years will do, the ring in her mouth of joyous guard, stars astir and stirabout. A plagueful for hirs, a saucy for hers. But one and two were never worth. So they must have their final.




Now for La Bella Icy-la-Bella. For they are not on terms, they two, since their baffle of whatalose and will not be atoned at all while felixed is who culpas does and Brune is bad friendsch for Jour d'Anno. For she will walk out. And it must be with who? Elsethere is danger of solitude.



Postreintroducing Jeremy. His lasterhalft was set for getting the bester of his yougendtougend for control number thrice was operating the sibliminal of his invaded personality.



He wept undeiterum. With such a tooth he seemed to love his wee tart when a buy. Highly momourning he see thee before him. Melanied from nape to kneecap though vied from thigh girders up. San Talto, sight most deletious! Lift the black ve veared as hell! Split the hvide, and aye seize heaven. Prettymaide hues may have their cry apple, bacchante, custard, dove, eskimo, fawn, ginger, hemalite isinglass, jet, kipper, lucile, mimosa, nut, oysterette, prune, quasimodo, royal, sago, tango, umber, vanilla, wistaria, xray, yesplease, zaza, philomel, theerose. What are they all by? Shee.



If you knew her in her prime make sure you find her complimentary. Or she'll prick where you're proud with her speagle eye. Look sharp, she's signalling again from among the asters. Clap your lingua to your pallet, drop your jowl with a jolt, tambourine until your breath slides, pet a pout and it's out. Have you got me, Allysloper?



[Hayman's chaos]



The bivetellines oxeye each other, superfetated, while the belles are in transfusion to know who is orthodux from whose heliotropic that the great may be great and their great moments be the greater. Till they go round if they go round again. They keep. Step. Keep. Step stop.



Creedless crownless hangs his haughty. He does not know how his grandson's grandson's grandson's grandson will stammer up as a Peruvian. He dares not think the grandmother of his grandmother of his grandmother coughed Russky with a husky accent. Nor that the mappamund has been changing pattern. Since time was and races were nor that the wee voice of a London's alderman is ladled out by the earful to the regionals of pigmy land.



His part should say: I will stick to you, by gum, no matter what and in case of the event coming off beforehand plaster me but I will pluckily well put on the buckskin gloves. But his actual tootle is of come into the garner, mauve, and thy nice are crimsome flowers and buy me a bunch of iodines because it is the month of brums.



Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as before. For she wears none of the three. And quite as patently there is a sort of hole in the ballet through which the rest fell out. For to explain why the residue is or was not proceeded with, namely, the shifting about of lasses and the tug-of love of the lads ending with a great deal of rough merriment, hoots, screams, ejaculations of urine, reechoable laugh and general thumb to nosery one must reckon with the sudden and gigantesquesque appearance in the middle of this childer's village brawl of the largely longsuffering laird of Lucanhof.



And how account for him?
Jehosophat, what doom is here! Rain ruth on them, sire. If you are a publican itself over the measure never lost a licence. And for the honour of Alcohol drop that you-know-what-I've-come-about-I-saw-your-act air. Punch may be pottleproud but his Judy's one better.




For the Producer (Mr John Baptister Vickar) caused a deep abuliousness to descend upon the Father of Truants and, as a side issue, pluterpromptly brought on the scene his cutletsized consort, scaling 10 stone ten, scaling 5 footsy five, and spanning 37 inchettes round the companions, 29 ditties round the wishful waiter, 36 of the same round each of her quis separabits, 14 round the beginning of happiness and nicely nine round her shoed for slender.



And eher you could pray merry to goodness or help to the rescue Gallus's hen has collared her pullets. Their bone of contention makes home in the flesh while beer, wine & spirits for consumption on the premises is hued & cried of all the colours.



And they wear tearing, simply tearing. Samply tee hee eh ah are eye end gee yes. For too quickly are coming lessons and goody. Singabed cries before sleep. Light at night has alps on his pectus. What is a maid to do?



While they jeerilied along about aled father Barley of how he got up of a morning arley and he met with a plattonem blondes named Hips and Haws and fell on with a fellows of Trinity some headder Skowood Shaws like oil daddy Veacon who could stow well his place of beacon



but he couldn't hold kerosene's candlelight to alid fudder Burleigh who wuch up in a hurley wurly where he huddley could wuddle to wallow his weg tilbag of the bager's booth to beg of ill Diddiddy Achin the price of a prate of bakin for wold Forrester Farley who was found of the sound of the round of the round of the lound of the



Bang!
Lukkedoerendunandurraschindilooshoofermoyportertooryzooy.
Byfall!




Now have thy children entered into their habitations. Thou hast closed the portals of their houses. And thou hast placed thy messengers beside the portals of the habitations that thy children err not in the darkness which is thy afterthought Pray your prayers, Timothy and Back to Bunk, Tom.



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