Wednesday, June 4, 2014

[Hayman's Draft Six, FW II.2]

[joyce rewrote this passage in 1934, evidently after deciding to move most of the Issy material into footnotes. the rewrite led to much rearrangement and some deletions, revealing unexpected priorities]

While way back home in Pacata Hibernia, little land untilled, Holy greeny iland, gammel Eire, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, our topical hero, signs is on his big bastille back and his white patch, the towelturbaned,

275 "way back home in Pacata Auburnia (untillably holy gammel Eire), one world burrowing on another... Standfest, our topiocal sagoa hero.... signs is on the bellygud's bastille back, bucked up with fullness, and his whitehatched patch, the towelturbaned,"

VI.A "one word borrows another"
VI.A "towel on his head"

and Flower, a silvering to her jubilee with eve's birch leaves for her jointure, our lady in waving, girt with a wraparound, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's in forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart, topsir and turvy, that royal pair, in their ofttimes slated house of the hundred bottles, a palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know)

275 "and Flower, a silvering to her jubilee, birchleaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage full of flesh and fat as a hen's i' forehead, Airyanna and Blowybart, topsir and turvy, that royal pair, in their palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses ('phone number 17·69, if you want to know),"

VI.A "wraparound skirt"
VI.A "face full of flesh"
VI.A "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"
VI.A "Airyanna & Bluebart"
VI.A "royal pair"
VI.A "1769 Teleph"

discusst their things of the past, his sea armstrongs round her, her eyne ashipwracked, (though of course he's too big for her with such a lot of fulness bunched up behind him) the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture while pas pas on the ark of 3 or 6,000 tossings, are head bent hard upon their theorems.

275 "his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked, have discusst their things of the past, crime and fable with shame, home and profit, why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are head bent and hard upon."

275 "bucked up with fullness"

VI.A "E & △ discuss the past"
VI.A "hungerbrood"
VI.A "Scribbledehobble"
VI.A "in her veins, ran a mixture"

(the buried sentence diagram gives Standfest and Flower discussing, while the scribbledehobbles are bent)

{They have through stairladder and the corridor of the heart a many a merry of taproom tales {of Sim and Sam, a lais of ancient home to Llandudno chorals, the queerest quiss you'd care to quizz was Breman on the moor and Tom Fanagan's weak but he's still going strong}: how the lady O'Malley, a queen of graces, to the screes of Ben Edar came, to Hoved's chalet entrance raliss in hunterland, would night there but was denied, being unknown, so stole its heir, and went and came, again unknown, or her germaine, to earl changelord's hall but found it ever closed to her but her third veering when she sent in her cowriecard countycousine's, Annetta Little Pranksomepark, let an imp into the lime of the lawrences and planted the enjamblement of the castlegrounds under the head in the faculty of tedious chaos and sunpromeners. Where hunks may an her hantle courts enticing coorts enticin Amy may lose {amy loooky lass may be prived of} a pleat or so.}

[♬ Brennan on the Moor]

It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled.

275 "Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled."

(7 is over, now it's 8?)

Dogs' vespers (dodge the gobbet from cor to occur, cheat your choker and chew the cud) are at end. {The fireraisers imbushed}

276 "Dogs' vespers are anending."
VI.A "frogs vespers"

277-278 "Some may seek to dodge the gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker's got to learn to chew the cud."

Yet wind will be ere fruminy time {(with pearls {perles} of Japon or El Dorado's opals, {the daindy furk, then the leckin o't})} and the saying of fadervor be come and asterisks congealed behind the curtain during office hours answer the most devouted of us until it gets bright and all cocks waken.

276 "Yet wind will be ere fadervor and the hour of fruminy"

VI.A "Queen Elizabeth ate frumenty for breakfast boiled wheat"
VI.A "frummetty"

276 "For (hushmagandy!) long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken

Flying too are the evenbirds. And, for one superstationer at least, the hearse of the kine shall pass at last before the two birds, titlark morningales, outbreak in dawn song.

VI.A "bird flying on my left hand"
276 "with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep his peace"
273.L "Old Kine's Meat Meal."
273 "Like lilt of larks"
276 "and birds Diana with dawnsong hail. "

What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old king of the chiefline in his sevencoloured sundaysuit sundaykilts of fall wear,

276-277 "we keep his peace who follow his law, Sunday King. His sevencoloured's soot"

VI.A "coat of 6 colours"

must be killed off bumped off most basely as the chaldee rite has it and sent the way of his fathers as were he their monarch at all but simpler vintner of vendibles, food gatherer but no more, for all his four gorges, withsamt his slapmother banshee dam a woman of show if even a lady and obviously a respectable one and a horrible hen, Annmette of her little name, and embalmed in honey for dynastic continuity, rivers breaking forth for joy at his funeral!

VI.A "ile of Chaldees"

277.F1 "I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam's honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in his hand and his mouth open."

275R "From cenogenetic dichotomy through diagonistic conciliance to dynastic continuity."

277 "And rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnrally."

But, trifid tongue, others woo will and work for, he being wise for them, because of his cleverism, till his very foes' heads are turned, and, dove without gall, that backslapping gladhander and his singing likeness who lives more in florid future than in the past of bloody altars

281 "But Bruto and Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues, the whispered wilfulness"

VI.A "trut trifid tongue"
VI.A "others work or woo for T"

276 "the backslapping gladhander free of his florid future and the other singing likeness dirging a past of bloody altars gale with a blost to him, dove without gall."

VI.A "backslapper gladhander"
VI.A "singing likeness"
VI.A "S P dove without gall"

Sulks and [...] le petit qui ne veut pas manger sa soupe et and Smiles and Smidges le petit qui trie sa langue quand on lui dit de le faire with her, the twillick of a brace of boylets, whose mind's a jilldaw's nest (seeks sit as nurse or widow firm dress improvers, armslength waistband, good milker, would take the pledge, write P. 10 to lorette commercials since she tears up bethrottle letters she ne'er posed a pen upon when bother her goldfashioned's in such a queer of a mood that she simply can't stand it,

(Issy material mostly kept in main text:)

VI.A "L B sulks like a young boy of 16"

276 "And she of the jilldaw's nest who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon yet sung of love and the monster man."

VI.A "mind a jackdaw's nest"
VI.A "good milker"
VI.A "$I2 tears up letters"
VI.A "hair in queer mood"

276.F2 "My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad"

a couple and an odd one they strive and in earnest of kidlambs.

VI.A "in sober earnest"

276.L07 "For all us kids under his aegis"

As if that three could solve, singly or together, the twohornheaded dulcarnon, handed round aurally since Euclid's patent, that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pilfer turnips.

276.L1 "Some is out for twoheaded dulcarnons but more pulfers turnips."

VI.A "dul carnon = 2 horned, 47th prop of Euclid or Alexander's 2 horn heads"
VI.A "to pulfer turnips"

"Alex... ander"

But, my hat, and beadroll of saints thereonto, what a worldall's woe of weariness is theirs, waiting to hear their own proper mistakes. For how many duitsch guilders would one post now, the Fuminian road or Shanks' mare, to the pillar?

275-276  "what a world's woe is each's other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own properer mistakes"

VI.A "$[ listens to hear his own mistakes"

277.L1 "Why so mucky spick bridges span our Fluminian road." 

For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? Why for? And for what will all such a taradiddle serve them in an after reeraw life with oils and tins cheerful but guildeds glum? If a gas consumer, habituated to marble mantels, buys any number of scrupules of apples every other frosty Friday during a whole lean year at the weight of too many sesterces a pound overthepoise,

VI.A "reeraw"
VI.A "a gas consumer"
VI.A "marble mantles"
VI.A "sums about apples"

277.L "By lineal in pondus overthepoise."

taking abbaco as seven point seven and letting foundling of bulrushes stand for any woman, what a grand total of sentinels in reindeer pelts and aided by a spick span of homeless cattle, fed upon Trinidad's shell cocoa and miring in sheets and sheets of showers will it take to paper a trench even so mucky longer than a cobbler's bulk is broad?

VI.A "abbaco"
VI.A "bulrushes"
VI.A "stand for any W after the Tarara boom decayed"
VI.A "grand total"
VI.A "reindeer pelt"

277.L1 "Why so mucky spick bridges span our Fluminian road."

VI.A "Trinidad shell cocoa"
VI.A "cobbler bulk"
VI.A "sheets & sheets of rain"

Will it make of one a good milker this having been bread and buttered up in Porterstown on superlatives and under duress of sternanders? (Say, gipsy augur or weird wise woman?)  

VI.A "good milker"

287-288 "pulled up, bred and battered"

276.L "Superlative absolute of Porterstown."

VI.A "brought up on superlatives"

282.R "Auguria."

287.L "Wolsherwomens at their weirdst."

Or will this alter, thick of his thigh, go to outlands in a peajacket as a roaming catharick and just not be silly or, caring dumb all toppings for the birthrate or the public his health, sit on another's seat gleeful as any girlsweller, and lean to loungily on his lentils? Wrong! Antitrust animal will live dangerously like Daredevil Donnelly and, mickleless as never a wight was, find somehow no matter how moreover and evermore the petty cash to crack diurnally a box of luciferts. Or if she seeks and mates an earth of heaven, the sweet one, will she lilt with convulsions that Barney take her home again? 

VI.A "peajacket"
VI.A "lean on your lentils"

cf "I'll do that droop on the pohlmann's piano."?

281.F "You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies"

VI.A "smokes a whole box of matches" [ie one cigarette for each]

273 "Like lilt of larks"

Barney take me home again [sheetmusic]

VI.A "Irish colleen in heaven sings Barney, take me home again"

(Issy material mostly dropped)

For so long as shes in dimity underalls even if one piece ensembled with her lapbitch companion read Storycarrier's holy marrimony series of love thanks to upholstery and in applepie bed, such as Irish Destiny in four reels, in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting duck trousers hanging around, as it is wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at long leash may hope to happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamie and marry Meg.

VI.A "read serial in tram"

276.F "I was so snug off in my apholster's creedle but at long leash I'll stretch more capritious in his dapplepied bed."

VI.A "Ʌ a lot of unexciting trousers"

277.F5 "You could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks."

VI.A "wholly probable (holy parable)"

(Issy material moved to footnotes)

Were she the lamp of the lighthouse herself simpletenuously of her natural, she's a merbaby so [...] Why the devilkins ask any Tossy Madden in Yesland or Nervous Nelly of Holy God, whatever be her hoydenname, sense in proper words from any posycard that shred scenting as how every annual has its actual aroma. Quid vobis videtur? Even recollecting of a tree is far too lovely a spellbinder for her to listen. Small blame be hers therefore that she shook her simply shoe off at geography giggle, doing provinces of Persia, and Alpennines and all that stuff, when Pa let me go too's tonic sulphur was outsung with a whispered wilfulness heard fore you could whistle an Ave from Hazelizod round this giddying globe! Remember she speaks Cashmir and you, allbeyon her intended, cannot her industand.

VI.A "Tossy Madden"

276.F "and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname."

278.24 "A posy cord."

VI.A "annuals (flowers)"
VI.A "quid vobis videtur extra omnes"

278.08 "Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear."

VI.A "$I trees too beautiful for her to listen"
VI.A "spellbound"
VI.A "$I takes off shoes at the dinner"
VI.A "giggly chair"
VI.A "all that sort of thing"
VI.A "T's whisper heard in Pekin"

275.F "My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia."

261.25 "To see in his horrorscup he is mehrkurios than saltz of sulphur."

Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla, fluff, and her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence, la pura e pia bella of those hazelblue eyes of woodside beauty and that linefree face. What painter would do them justice? Yet. Add to these that musicalsneeze of hers and and those little pagars. All four will be readymaid marrying and disengaged for real palship with all or any hellsent lovethieves or beauty burglars who have scraped her acquaintance when Jollycomes out for it mashing home. And if one has no abjection one may go to the length of saying: a very good thing too. Groomsman, bridegame, spouseman, prey. Though her loinstones be of jade and her moon increscent,

278.07 "Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla!"

VI.A "peers gloveless when H.M. in Lords"

276.F "I dyeing to keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes."

275.F "Humphrey's Justice of the Piece"

306.F "R. C., disengaged, good character, would help, no salary."

296.20 "arrahquinonthiance"

276.F3 "What I would like is a jade loinstone to go with the moon's increscent."

VI.A "jade louistone, increscent moon"
VI.A "live rough" [Hayman couldn't place this]

she will swoon over Percy Busshe so as, in the Askimwhose, to get a crush on the coalman cornerman and only learn from Dalcroze teachment the how to drop her gift umbrella. See! See! But her truest foible, as the little grey nuns with feline ingenuity will school her without fuss or muss either, with Brother Agnus in their background, since today is well thine but whose will tomorrow's be, is to beg two makes in change for one wing. But when there's no more tay for sugar the cosey and she's looked her last on lonesomeness for arrives that divinity showshapes their ends backview them how we will. For singleness on purpose is all their gender's bugbear especially when old which they all soon get to look.

278.F "Heavenly twinges, if it's one of his I'll fearly feint as swoon as he enterrooms."

276.F "Parley vows the Askinwhose?"

271.L "The hyperape the mink he groves the mole you see now for crush sake, chawley!"

278 "Coalmansbell: behoves you handmake of the load."

278 "The rushes by the grey nuns' pond"

275.25 "Today is well thine but where's may tomorrow be"

VI.A "today is thine whose tomorrow"

275.L2 "Two makes a wing at the macroscope telluspeep."

VI.A "I begs 2 makes for a wing"
VI.A "no more tay for sugar the cosey"
VI.A "looked his last upon her"

278.F "And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth her bothom dolours he'd have a culious impressium on the diminity that chafes our ends."

VI.A "divinity that shapes their ends backview them how we will"

275.F "It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look."

Pendent this time there he who for his priority will be either crowned as hanged scans the errors of history from a parrotbook of Datas traduced into jinglish janglage and ligatured in halfcalf for the usages of dolphons born. If the santimeter of Hairyoddities, that dull emitter, or Noah's misbelieving Annalfabetter, missus was to velivole back all the ways by long acres of sea from Wallhollow and through their macroscope telluspeep of whatswhatness, thick about read just boyjones upon these obscolene pages, about the things that did having place at all for pretty safe menly, she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shake all to sheeks.

275.L "Quick quake quokes the parrotbook of dates."

275.F "Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born."

VI.A "either be crowned or hanged"
VI.A "history told by parrot"
VI.A "foul traducers"
VI.A "analfabeta"

275 "his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked"

275.L2 "Two makes a wing at the macroscope telluspeep."

VI.A "$[ sees jinnies through telescope"

275.F5 "O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks."

VI.A "the boy Jones"
VI.A "once laughed that fat that after that when she sat flat on her fat arks they was all sheeks"

317.34 "like a dun darting dullemitter"

Hot work does us no harm and pending this time he who (bless his cowly head!) is going to be a pope but first an acolyte, suckled at the breast of a peasant fosteress, who having aten knots of knowledge because he nought would wet his weapon, will be a coward's castle pulpiticianer and apostle walker from the ball of his footup when he is not shuttling shaker of the sacred rattle, as far as him, oriented actually though he be through life, sees not her signings nor the long multiplyings of her shadow when that Irish Thebaid with its three saints' orders drawers of souls [...] comes to stay

275.26 "But, bless his cowly head"

277.F1 "I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle"

276.F1 "He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards"

277.F "Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?"

281 "shadows shadows multiplicating"

but is ating, as he thinks at present, for his private salivation of the petrified knuts of knowledge and reckoning runes off a blackthorn messagestick, so as to befit him for the massacre, by pitchcap prob and triangle tripos, of the blissbrigade of the innocents and the holy murder of the hydrodux, while still preserving that stained glass face effect (you would surely swear butter would not melt in his breeches) and piling up sapience, an omnitude of jadg and daktar as sagely as Anisocrates. And. But rather.

276.L2 "Omnitudes in a knutshedell."
285.03 "like knuts in maze"

278.L1 "Pitchcap and triangle, noose and tinctunc."
283.02 "like to pitch of your cap"

321.02 "Ignorinsers' bliss, therefore, their not to say"

277.F "The stanidsglass effect. You could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks."

277.L "Jadg jewel, our daktar deer."

281 "And! Nay, rather!"


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