Assigned reading
(10 pars [] plus 178 notes)
[secondary]
[McH]
[*]
synopsis: 'from counting — to arithmetic and algebra'
FDV: "Binomeans to be understood. The axidianones."
2DV: "Binomeans to be comprendered. The aximones."
mysteries:
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Saturday, June 14, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
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Assigned reading
(9 pars [] plus 155 notes)
[secondary]
[McH]
[*]
synopsis: 'from counting — to arithmetic and algebra'
FDV: "" [nothing]
2DV: ""
mysteries:
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synopsis: 'from counting — to arithmetic and algebra'
FDV: "" [nothing]
2DV: ""
mysteries:
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Thursday, June 12, 2014
[The Muddest Thick That Was Ever Heard Dump]
[info] [FDV] [written before II.1] [1926?]
very tentative outline:
little Shem loved math
but later the abstractions overwhelmed him
he bade goodbye to simple math as he did to his comicbooks, or
discards in a cardgame
but he continued to approach geometry in his own way
when tutoring, he had hidden his weaknesses behind his wit
without ever losing faith in himself as destined to teach universal truths
like St Patrick converting the Irish
but (Nora) had had to take this on trust
(he even cheated on her)
because his mission was pushing boundaries
he plunged down to the deepest darkest secretest point
as bravely as if he was doing his own form of geometry
these opening sentences, on the childhood of James/Shem/Franky, fit quite well with the two shortest lost not-Finn's-Hotel vignettes: II. Kindness to Fishes (on the childhood of Kevineen/Shaun), and IV. Issy and the Dragon (on the childhood of Isolde) [FH etexts] [cf just 3] (is it possible they were drafted together, with this 3rd being the only one chosen to extend?)
(trying to wrestle any/all of them into the eventual Nightlessons schema is problematic: all 3 kids will finally be seen annotating this memoir of just one among them)
He was a greatat dab at manual
arith, sure enough, that's why he knew no boy better what his ten fingures were for. Anyhow he was
always fond of cardinals.
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"He" is likely James/Shem but here is re-dubbed 'Franky'
(that 1st "at" was probably immediately crossed out)
"dab" = adept, tap/poke/daub (w/paintbrush?)
rhythm (but why no 'm' or 'metic'? Shem's being described by someone more rural, unlike Kevineen or Isolde in not-FH)
Twain "Huckleberry Finn" 'sure-enough queens'
Kipling "Captains Courageous" 'Steer he can — no boy better, ef I say it'
fingers, figures, cards
a cardinal number is a number used in counting (vs ordinal: 1st, 2nd...) [wiki] (controversial distinction?)
cardinal sins/virtues
He/Franky/James/Shem most comfortable with simplest arithmetic
cardinals are also church officers (or American birds)
(could he already aspire to be a church cardinal?)
(hints of masturbation still very faint here)
2DV:
A great dab was Franky at the manual arith, sure enough, that's the bekase he knew no boy better why his ten fingures were given him whatfor. Anyhows he was fond always of cardinals.
published: "A flink dab... was frankily at the manual arith sure enough which was the bekase he knowed from his cradle, no bird better, why his ten fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with... And anyhows... the dimpler he weighed the fonder fell he of his null four lovedroyd curdinals"
"null four" might be thumb-as-zero plus four fingers??
cardinals → four masters → Newman, Manning(?), Wiseman, MacCabe
(there's a puzzle here whether "He" is purely Shem/James: it mutates immediately to "Franky" and eventually to "frankily" which elsewhere always suggests Shaun more than Shem: Chuff/Shaun will be called "the... frank... fellow" at fw220.12; and we'll get "frank Shaun" at fw413.30; in the notes and fw521.23: "Ʌ [Shaun] are you afraid of frank comment? Not afraid of Frank Annyone"; and "Our bright bull babe Frank Kevin" at fw562.22)
4 cardinal virtues: prudence/wisdom, justice/fairness, temperance/restraint, courage/fortitude
7 cardinal sins: wrath, avarice (ace, deuce, tricks, dices??), sloth (novels?), pride, lust (quims, sexes, oglers), envy, gluttony (quarts, suppers)
Always would he {be} reciting them by heart so as to know the tenners thumbs down, ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices.
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("be" inserted immediately?)
ten commandments [wiki] (worship, swearing, sabbath, parents, murder, adultery, stealing, lying, lust, greed)
tenner (£10), tenors
hands down = easily
thumbs down = disapproval?
(an odd mix of games/gambling, sex, eating and drinking... and reading novels!? 7 cardinal sins... + 4 cardinal virtues?)
trick = prostitute's john; quim = cunt
on the other hand = looking at both sides of question
Latin 6-10: sex, septem, octo, novem, decem
2DV:
Always would he be areciting and arecreating them up by a rota from fursed to laced quickmarch to decemvir like to throway your hat purpely on to tall spilicans so as to know the tenners thumbs down, ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices.
creating, recreation, up?
rota = schedule of shared responsibility
furs and lace
March to December (dropping Jan and Feb to make 10, like the Roman calendar)
throwaway, Throwaway, purposely, purple-y, spillikins (pick-up sticks game)
published: "Always would he be areciting of them... so as to pin the tenners, thumbs down... Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims... While on the other hand... sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dice."
What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up.
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"What signifies" = what difference does it make
"all that" = (dismissive gesture)
got low marks
Euclid, new cloud? clod?, no clued? nucleus
I'll go bail?, brew
beat, ate
(Joyce expressing embarrassment at this weakness)
Vico thought algebra dangerous for young students, unlike plane geometry
2DV:
What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up.
published: "What signifieth whole that but... he... caught allmeals dull marks for his nucleud and alegobrew... O them... bate him up jerrybly!"
Binomeans to be understood. The axidianones. Equal to = hsaoc. Ploto.
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(Franky getting lost in abstractions)
binomials, by no means, axioms, accidentals?
accidy = anomie, 8th deadly sin
Anaximenes
ax-i-di-a-no-nes = 6 syllables?
the equals sign will be clarified as self-referentially equating itself to chaos (too abstract for Shem?)
chaos (anagram), Plato, Pluto, blotto
'Please lick one turn over'??? turn page/card after licking finger (symbolises successful completion, unhappily not attained here, or giving up and faking it, moving on anyway)
2DV:
Binomeans to be comprendered. The aximones. Equal = hsaoc. Ploato [p.l.o.t.o.].
"...please lick one and turn over to problem" ploatotp
moving forward from pleasant to unpleasant
acrimonies? = hatreds
published: "Binomeans to be comprendered... The aximones... Equal to = aosch. P.t.l.o.a.t.o. ...plates to lick one and turn over"
now having very vividly glimpsed Shem's dismay at higher math abstractions, we retreat to his childish pleasures: comix and cardgames, which he feels compelled to outgrow:
Comic cuts was page fond and flirty so always at long last as it would happen had he to bid goodby to the cardinhands he so liked. It would be then dear hearts of my counting farewell to back numbers.
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"cuts was" why singular verb?
"was page" no preposition?
"fond and flirty" 4|5 and 30|40|50? cf later "torn on dirty" 2&30
maybe comic books were too limited in length for his more mature intellectual ambitions?
cardgames: bid, hands, hearts (he must outgrow his comic collection, and his cardgames, and his joy in simple arithmetic)
he has to discard cards he likes from his hand
2DV:
So, Comic cuts was always in page fond and flirty so always at long last as it would happen had he to bid adeuce to the cardinhands he so liked. It would be then dear hearts of my counting farewell to back numbers & please lick one and turn over to problem.
"So... always... so always" (redundancy not crossed out!?)
published: "comic cuts... always were to be capered in Casey's... page torn on dirty... and so, by long last, as it would shuffle out, must he to trump adieu... to those... cardinhands he a big deal missed... Dear hearts of my counting... forewheel to packnumbers"
but now we jump to a two-person-at-least geometry lesson, in progress, generally assumed to be Shem teaching Shaun, though the preceding text clearly favors Shem as the confused student:
Construct an equiliteral triangle. Can you do her? Easy an kisshams. Take mud. You take your river. Dump it at a given point to be called α but pronounced olfa. There's mud & α.
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(are we now overhearing Franky's teaching? or a new voice teaching Franky???)
equilateral = sides of equal length
literal, littoral?
her/it (triangles in FW are The Feminine)
'as easy as kissing hands' (effortless/free gesture, cf kissing cardinal's ring?)
drawing triangle in mud (river = eraser?)
Adam made from mud, mud/shit/chaos?
(how are taking-mud and taking-your-river linked? is the same voice requesting both, or is this a dialog?)
"Dump it" it = mud, not river (river dumps itself (and mud) into sea?)
"given point" on river bank? (cf latin passage below w/Bruno and Vico)
olfactory, solfa (are we also getting Joyce's embarrassment at not sightreading music?!)
Here's mud in your eye (dregs)
(is this the creation of the universe?)
2DV:
Construct an equilittoral triangle. Like an eckoustra! Can you do her? I cont, ken you? Simpl an kisshams. First, Take a mugful of mud. Oglores! What wd I do that for? That agooses goosey ganswer you give so it is,
what wd you do that for? Just for the beginning. You take your madder
river mud. Any liffey mud will do. Dump it at a point of coast to be called α but pronounced olfa. There's mud island & α. Bene.
orchestra??? acoustic? ecoute? extra? echo? lake, lacustral?
cunt, continue, count, faceful
the student here sounds much more like Shaun
ogle, ugly, Old Glory
Goosey Goosey Gander, whither shall I wander? guess, Mad River
(the mud will be washed away later)
are we arbitrarily choosing any point on the eternal rivercycle?
"island" = mud dumped midriver
"Bene" Italian well!, good!
published: "construct ann aquilittoral dryankle... Concoct an equoangular trilitter... Can you nei do her, numb? ...easiest of kisshams... First mull a mugfull of mud... take your mut for a first beginning... Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam will doob... And to find a locus for an alp get a howlth on her bayrings... Mux your pistany at a point of the coastmap to be called α but pronounced olfa. There's the isle of Mun, ah!"
Piestany = Slovak mudbaths
and now an abrupt, looong parenthetical interruption of the lesson, taking us back to Shem's checkered past as tutor (cf Bruni's 1922 scandalsheet? quotes), trying to reassure us he's qualified:
Now (he'd very frequently coached backward tending boys of the same and over his own age, changing letters for them and blending themes for them and devising witty tailwords whilst he would smile upon and trim his ungles,
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[this open-paren doesn't get closed until "...is going to tell you) you must draw the line somewhere." some 12 sections below, published as fw287.18-292.32]
cf Sargent in U-Nestor
changing low grades into higher ones? (ie, cheating?)
"blending themes" writing themes? creating art/puns?
"tailwords" is J's neologism (cf Stephen's lame witticism in Nestor re 'pier')
Latin ungula: fingernail
(could there be still-to-be-discovered patterns in PoA and U-Nestor that he's alluding to?)
2DV:
Now (for Dolph, Dean of idles venitesine tute sine mora dumque de eis entibus nascituris decentius in lingua romana mortuorum mysterium parva charta livianum liviana ostenditur, sedentes in laetitia super ollas carniurn et spectantes situm quo lutetiae unde auspiciis secundis tantae surgete consurgent humana humanae stirpes antiquam antiquissimam
flaminum amborum Jordani et Jambaptistae sapientiam sapienti mentibus
revolvamus totum tute fluvii modo mundo fluere eadem quae ex aggere fuerunt fututa fuere iterum inter alveum fore futura quodlibet sese ipsissimum ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium ominis amnis omnem demum amnem ripas ripis
rivalibus amplecti recurrently often coached ribollium tending mikes of
the same and over his own choirage, among of whom he was pulled up,
changing letters for them to bonnes mottes and blending tschemes
for em in tropadores and devising tingling tailwords whilst he would
smile eggways ned, he would, and pick upon his 10 ordinailed ungles,
adelphos (brother), dauphin, Dolphin's Barn
"Franky" seems to lose his capital as "Dolph" replaces him. Kev has no name yet at this level (except "Micheal"?).
approximate Latin translation: 'Men from past generations, come, without delay and while the tiny scrap of second-best "Liffey" papyrus is on display. It is inscribed, quite fittingly, in the Latin language of those who have passed away, concerning happenings which are yet to take place. While we are happily sitting over the flesh-pots and observing (yes indeed) the site of Paris from which, under favorable omens, so many branches of the human race will emerge, let us turn over in our minds the most ancient and wise theory of the pair of priests Giordano Bruno and Giambattista Vico. They saw that the entire world flows smoothly, like a river; and that the same things which have been screwed away from the bank will once again be within the bed of the river; and that each thing recognizes itself through its opposite; and that every river has two banks which embrace the same stream.'
Bruno (and Joyce) spent time in Paris (on the Seine) but Vico's Naples is on a bay, not a rivermouth
"ribollium" rebellion? (replaces "backward tending")
published: "Now... (...Dolph... often... coached ribolliumtending mikes of his same and over his own choirage... changing letters for them... and blending tschemes for em... and devising tingling tailwords too whilest... he 'druider smilabit eggways... and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles"
telling himself a five of funny stories on the sly how first of all and on second thoughts and third is the charm and fourthermore and filthily and oxyton and baroccidents and proper accidence and hepta and hexenshoes;
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older Shem uses ordinals instead of cardinals? 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th
Greek hepta, hexa: seven, six (order swapped??)
German Hexenschuss: stabbing pain at onset of acute lumbago (literally 'witches' shot')
why are these technical terms interjected between 5th and 7th/6th? (Joyce took grammar studies very seriously?)
"proper accidence" = the part of grammar that deals with the inflections of words, eg:
oxytone, paroxytone, proparoxytone = stressed on last/ 2nd from last/ 3rd from last syllables [wiki]
(could back from "oxyton" to "hexenshoes" map to 10-9-8-7-6?)
Italian barocci = carts, vans; barocco = awkward
barring accidents, occident
2DV:
telling himself a reel of funic ficts upon the shy how first of all and on second thoughts and third's the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily and back from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hopetohell and hexenshoes;
It is a Charming Girl I Love [sheetmusic] (Shem's awakening romantic side?)
published: "retelling humself... a reel of funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund thoughts and the third's the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes" [few barnacles]
and now suddenly they're claiming he's a saint???
& in point of act after his landed in Ireland for the 2nd time he converted many of the natives, boys and men, to put off their hats from their old sinful bodies as often as they passed another temple and showed them the way to by instruction and example
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in point of fact
St Patrick came a 2nd time to Ireland as missionary (1st time as captive)
Tristan also came twice
(is there any tradition about SP and hats?)
why "another"? as opposed to one's own place of worship?
cf U85, the "fine old custom"
up to this point, everything was recognisably Joyce himself, so was his 2nd landing in 1903?
2DV:
& in point of act when he landed in Ireland Leinster for the 2nd time in his fourmaster and jollyboat the good barque Christiane de Troy, he convertedmany many square leagues of natives,
young ordands and their elders, to put off their barcelonas from their
old sinful corpucules as often as they came within sight of another
familiar temple and showed them the celestine way to by his threecards tristar and his hattricks
Chretien de Troyes
published: "and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland's leinster... for the twicedhecame time... he converted its natives... young ordnands... and old unguished P.T. Publikums... to put off the barcelonas from their peccaminous corpulums... as often as they came within bloodshot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick..."
and, bejove, that same gallic rite is very prevalent down to this windy night in what was before that a land of nods in spite of all the blood, all the brains, all the brawn, all the bile, that was shed, that were shot, that was shook all the while for our people have still a great faith in the old ways innovated by him
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Catholicism survived Irish independence?
old/new
2DV:
and, bejove, that same galloroman rite is very prevalent up to this windy soiree all over what was before a land of nods in spite of all the blood, all the brains, all the brawn, all the bile, that was shed, that were shot, that was shook all the while for our people have still a healing faith in the old ways innovated by him
published: "and that same gallo-roman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of laud-have-miseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawm, all the brile, that was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our... people... still hold ford... in the old weighs... innovated by him"
and it is verily believed that not all the liquor that's in the queen's cellar and not all the gold that the Indus contains would ever induce them to go back to their ancient habits which as his response to his curses they let drop without another word too:
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Indus/induce
(Ulysses opened minds?)
2DV:
and it is verily believed that not all the soupcans that's in the queen's cellar and not all the gold that the Indus contains would ever induce them to go back to their ancienttime honoured
habits which having listened curefully to his continental curses they
let drop as a dumbbody drops without another word either as swift as
puddywhack:
soupçons
published: "and it is veritably belied... that not allsods of esoupcans that's in the queen's pottagepots and not allfines of greendgold that the Indus contains would ever hinduce them (o.p.) to steeplechange back... to their ancient... habits... which... having listed... to his... curses... they... let drop... without another... word eitherways"
and talking of missions in general — of course, this has nothing to say to his private tuitions when, so to put it, on the shaughraun —
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2DV:
and talking of missions in general — of course, this has blameall in the world to say to his private when, so to put it, on the shaughraun --
published: "and... talking of... missions... of course this has blameall... to say to... his private's jidgments when, so to put it... for his own onefriend... the Shaughraun"
andre {to return} for a moment to the
first landing if the pretty elizabess — who then gave him the advantage of a good bath at her fair hands — if she then but she
could never have foreseen him coming back
to Erin under another name to buy her
back, ay, faith, and the bessies besides, on behalf of an
oldestablished firm, Lagrimae and
Gemiti;
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Tristram came a 1st time to Chapelizod, wounded from Iseult's brother's sword, and was nursed, bathed, and later threatened with his own sword by Iseult, who came to discover him as her brother's killer (2nd time was to fetch her to King Mark)
2DV:
and to return for a moment also to the first landing (only for a moment) if the pretty elizabess -- she lost her heart, a song says, and beauty alone knows whenshe is now now is she or in what countree that was the belle of the chapel or on what limbs-to-lave her semicupiose eyes are planting kindling themselves brightly — who then (4.32 m.p. to be precise according to all three doctors' synchronising waterburies to the tickleticks, of the synchronisms, all listening, a time confirmed by the 4th medical officer & his clerk
with notary, whose presence was required by law) gave him the advantage
of a good cuddlebath at her proper mits — if she then (4.32 m.p. to be
precise according to the three worthy wakebailiffs as repeated before)
but she could never have forfelt such a cold douche as him coming back
to Erin under a waterproof name — would it wash — to buy her in, ay,
faith, and other mavourneens besides, for 'twas he was the born
suborner, man, on behalf of an oldestablished mark of winebakers, Lagrimatae Lagrima and Gemiti later Grinding & Nashe lately of Landsend Corner, man;
published: "but to return for a mere moment... to the coxswain on the first landing... if the pretty Lady Elisabbess... who... gave him then that vantage of a... cuddlebath at her proper mitts — if she then... but... she could never have forefelt... such a coolcold douche as him... doubling back... bymby... these iselands... under... a vartryproof name... to buy her in, par jure, if you plait... and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers... on behalf of an oldest ablished firma... Lagrima und Gemiti"
it must have been a terrible grief for whohowhowhow? the poor girl!: and no wonder so many of the men people offered to console with her and that's not the last of it either (would it were! - - -
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2DV:
it must have been a terrible mavrue mavrone for whohowhowhow? the poor girl!: all so isoladed, and no wonder so many of the male members upped to console with her in true tears and groans and that's not the last of it either would it were! - - -
published: "it must have been... a terrible mavrue mavrone... for whowhowho?, the poour girl... and short wonder so manny of the tomthick and tarry members... upped to console with her... and that's not the finis of it"
but to think of him finding a second elizabess where he did and how he did — (I) forget now was it in a street or by accident — and to try to think of her trying to get that bearded virility into her limited lap at the same time for towelling purposes as if he were a nine months' babe:
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2DV:
but to think of him finding an eliza the second also called bess where he did and how he did — (I) forget now was it in a street or per accident — and to try to think ofthat her hands across
the sea trying to get all that bearded virility into her limited lap at
the same time for towelling ends as if he were a nine months' baber:
published: "but to think of him founding a nelliza the second... where he did and when he did... escapes my forgetness now was it dustcovered... on Waterlow raid or street down... and to try to analyse that ambo's pair of braceleans... trying to amarm all of that... micher's bearded... virility... into her limited... lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends... as though he... were a... neonovene babe!"
well, dear me and you, if that is what the gentle passion has come to out there heaven help the hindmost and yet it begins to look like it it does indeed, and it is no use trying to stop it either or telling human beings to take warning by the past:
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2DV:
well, dear me and you, if that is what amour, which of gentle broost rathe is intaken,is coming
seems circling to out yondest heaven holp the hindmost and yet it
begins to look like it it does by my fay, and it is no use your
preaching to stop it either or praying human claspers to take warning by
the past:
published: "well, diarmuee and granyou... if that is what lamoor... seems circling towards out yondest... heaven holp his hindmost and... if the so greatly displeaced diorems... are for our indices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay... and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheese it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers... to take warnung by the trispast"
for, if you could see inside the cerebral saucepan of any one adolescent you would see many convolouli suggestive of other times & lands, ay and other tongues [...] too,
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015.33 "It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain pan"
2DV:
for, an you could peep inside the cerebral saucepan of any one adolescent you would see in that house of thought a litter convolvuli suggestive of other times, lost or strayed, & lands, derelict or sunk, tongues [...]too too,
published: "and, an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this our illwinded goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam... what a jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times... of lands... and of tongues... too"
and not alone that but, looking far into futurity, your own convolouli would reel to fancy the taking of what stale words were originally found for:
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mind/imagination reels
recovering words' lost original poetry?
2DV:
and not alone that but, looking far into faturity, your own convolouli would reel to jazzfancy the fresh takinplace of what stale words were whilom woven on & fitted fairly featly too:
published: "and not only that but, by searchlighting... pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis... would real to jazztfancy the novo takingplace of what stale words whilom were... fitted... for"
and the best of it is that whereas the pioneer side of the new pupilteacher type will soon begin to tell you that no man has the right to set a boundary to the march of a language {in} a second
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2DV:
and the best of it is that whereas the pathfinder side of the new pupilteacher duplex will soon set on to lark to you that no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul in a half asyllable
sylb
published: "and... the crame of the whole... fustian... is that, whenas the swiftshut soareyes of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you... that... no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul, in half a sylb"
the beast of burden commonsense on other side if not the open confession of its over presumptuous partner is going to tell you) you must draw the line somewhere.
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(so we've meandered from Shem's teaching style to his saintly works to his romances to his artistic courage and back to the geometry lesson???)
2DV:
the beast of burden comeonsince larking round the other side is going to whisht to you coybells) you must draw the line somewhere.
published: "the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking... down inside his... collar is gogoing to whisht to you... how) you must... draw the line somewhawre."
After that you must draw the line somewhere. Given an inch make an ell. Now we see the line αλ stops at Lamda. Nudder island there too. Now with Olaf as centre and Olaf's Lambtail as his spokesman, cumscribe a circlus. O dear me! But it's not over yet.
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2DV:
After that you must draw the line somewhere. Given an inch make an ell. Nowgive me the loan of an ear
lend us your eye we see the line AL stops at Lamda. Nodder island there
too. Now with Olaf as centrum and Olaf's Lambtail as his spokesman,
cumscribe a circlus. Hoop. O dear me! But it's not over yet.
published: "Given now ann linch you take enn all... Now... we see the... line AL... stops ait Lambday. Modder ilond there too... Now then... With Olaf as centrum and Olaf 's lambtail for his spokesman circumscript a cyclone... O, dear me! ...But... it's not alover yet!"
The mystery repeats itself. Springing from the mudbank Loosh with Allhim as her end in a view, turn a somersault. Hop lala! O dear me! That was very interesting, very nice indeed! There's one point at which the bicycles run into each other. I feel where you mean. We aught to shake a pee there and let you go & make a pie at your end. Are you right there, Micheal, are you right? I'm right here all right but it's the muddest thing I ever done.
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2DV:
The mystery repeats itself as mother used to say yesterday I remember she used. What a wonderful memory you have! Wonderful memory. Bene! Springingloosh quickenly from the mudbank Loosh from
Lucan with Allhim as her end in view, turn a somersault. Hop lala! O
dear me! That was very ness, very ness indeed! There's tew tricklesome
poinds at which our two doubling bicirculars run into eath the ocher. Down Here Feahere Looksyhere Looksihere
Lucihere. I fee where you mein. I think as I'm squeezing the lemon I'd
like to pore a capital pee there for Pride and let you go & muck a muddle modest pie up your end for out of Humbles. Are you right there, Micheal, are you right? Aye I'm right here, ye Divil Nickel, and I'll write but it's the muddest thick that was ever heard dun. Bene! Bene!
published: "The mystery repeats itself... springing quickenly from the mudland Loosh from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetraturn a somersault... Hop lala! ...O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very nace indeed! ...there's tew tricklesome poinds where our twain of doubling bicirculars... dunloop into eath the ocher... I fee where you mea... I'd likelong... to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there... and let you go... and orrange your modest mock Pie... up your end. Are you right there, Michael, are you right? ...Ay, I'm right here, Nickel, and I'll write... But... it's the muddest thick that was ever heard dump"
Now join alfa pea and and pea loose and eelpie. Like that. I see. Then carefully lift up the apron of our A.L.P. until its apex below is where a navel ought to be. Waaaaaa. Tch! And there's your first of all equilittoral triangles. O dear me, look at that, now. What a coincidence. But you're looking at the wrong place, you simpleton. You must look at the reflection in the water.
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2DV:
Now join alfa pea and and pee loose bydotted lines slashes
dotty links and eelpie & pale ale by trunk lines. Like that. I see.
Now I'll show you whom your geometer was. we carefully lift up by her
hem the muddy apron of our A.L.P. Carefully
Kearfully until its nether apex is where a navel is bounds to be.
Waaaaaa. Tch! And there's your muddy delta for you the first of all
equiltiteral triangles. O dear me, look at that, now. What a
quincidence. But you're looking at the wrong place, you blessed
simpletop. You must look upon the reflection below.
published: "Now... join alfa pea and pull loose... and... eelpie... Like pah. I peh... we carefully... lift up... the maidsapron of our A.L.P... till its nether nadir is vortically where... its naval's napex will have to beandbe... Waaaaaa. Tch! ...And there... the living spit of dead waters... discinct and isopleural in its sixuous parts... middenwedge of its stream's your muddy old triagonal delta... plain for you now... the no niggard spot of her safety vulve, our first of all usquiluteral threeingles... O, dear me, look at that now! ...Quoint a quincidence! ...But you're holy mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce2 as if you was seeheeing the gheist that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop domefool! ...You must lap wandret down the bluishing refluction below..."
O dear me, that's very lovely! Very lovely entirely! You know, you're damn smart, so you are. Whereapool he would look mum in bewonderment of his chipper chubor making cyclopes and trigonies repeat theirselves allover the waste of Brown & Nolan's paper till that on him the juggler veins in his scraw stood out tightropes.
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2DV:
O dear me, that's very lovely! Very lovely entirely! You know, you're a damn smart gossoon, so you are. Whereapool with a sweet marie stealed from the jacob & a slypull at the slidepage would he wontseeing nibble his mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor grafficking cyclopes after trigonies pursuiting themselves like
godolphing in fairlove to see allover the waste of Nolan's Brown paper
till that on him so poorin sweat the juggler's veins in his scrag
forestood out burstright taut tightropes. With best apologigs for again
trisposing on your bumficence. Signing Signang away, happy nestcomplete.
published: "...O Dee, O Dee, that's very lovely! ...Vely lovely entilely! ...You know, you're the divver's own smart gossoon... so you are, hoax! ...Whereapool... he... would... wont to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor... with his muffetee cuffs ownconsciously grafficking with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies... pursuiting their rovinghamilton selves... around the waste of noland's browne jesus... till that on him... the juggaleer's veins... in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tamquam taughtropes."
Intricatedly yours, jirryalimaloop. I remainto fallthereatyourfeet jimmyinswearmorose. Ay. And efter all of his muddlingisms wouldn't a clean stab of the ruler do it quicker, anon would think Frankey who, to be plain, was misocain. Once one is won. And his countenence rose.
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2DV:
Intricatedly in years, Jirryalimpaloop. I romain to fallthereatyourfate hurryaswarmorose. And this is howNapoleapool
Saint Holypolypools. And this is the way Romeopollopaloops. Hold the
pen, man way I do. And this, look, is Lordbyrinazigazaggy. Ay. But efter
all of his medley of muddlingisms fruits thee faroots of culture cullchaw ate setaraw citraw, wouldn't wan able stab of the ruler do for him smarter, as it did has like it done for manny another of the hairy hang dary firstlings, anon would think Frankey who, to be plain, was misocain. Once one's won. Rack And his countingance countinance rose.
published: "Intricatedly in years, jirryalimpaloop. And i Romain to fallthere at bare feet, hurryaswormarose... But... after all his... muddlingisms... woodint wun able rep of the triperforator... do for the blessted selfchuruls... smarter... you... could not but reckon... our frankson who... was misocain. Wince wan's won! ...And his countinghands rose."
VI.A "ace, deuce, tray, cater, sink, size"
VI.A "a bearded voice"
VI.A "sit in her lap"
[The 2nd draft is a beautiful demonstration of Joyce at his peak finding a more challenging substitute for almost every word]
very tentative outline:
little Shem loved math
but later the abstractions overwhelmed him
he bade goodbye to simple math as he did to his comicbooks, or
discards in a cardgame
but he continued to approach geometry in his own way
when tutoring, he had hidden his weaknesses behind his wit
without ever losing faith in himself as destined to teach universal truths
like St Patrick converting the Irish
but (Nora) had had to take this on trust
(he even cheated on her)
because his mission was pushing boundaries
he plunged down to the deepest darkest secretest point
as bravely as if he was doing his own form of geometry
these opening sentences, on the childhood of James/Shem/Franky, fit quite well with the two shortest lost not-Finn's-Hotel vignettes: II. Kindness to Fishes (on the childhood of Kevineen/Shaun), and IV. Issy and the Dragon (on the childhood of Isolde) [FH etexts] [cf just 3] (is it possible they were drafted together, with this 3rd being the only one chosen to extend?)
(trying to wrestle any/all of them into the eventual Nightlessons schema is problematic: all 3 kids will finally be seen annotating this memoir of just one among them)
He was a great
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"He" is likely James/Shem but here is re-dubbed 'Franky'
(that 1st "at" was probably immediately crossed out)
"dab" = adept, tap/poke/daub (w/paintbrush?)
rhythm (but why no 'm' or 'metic'? Shem's being described by someone more rural, unlike Kevineen or Isolde in not-FH)
Twain "Huckleberry Finn" 'sure-enough queens'
Kipling "Captains Courageous" 'Steer he can — no boy better, ef I say it'
fingers, figures, cards
a cardinal number is a number used in counting (vs ordinal: 1st, 2nd...) [wiki] (controversial distinction?)
cardinal sins/virtues
He/Franky/James/Shem most comfortable with simplest arithmetic
cardinals are also church officers (or American birds)
(could he already aspire to be a church cardinal?)
(hints of masturbation still very faint here)
2DV:
A great dab was Franky at the manual arith, sure enough, that's the bekase he knew no boy better why his ten fingures were given him whatfor. Anyhows he was fond always of cardinals.
published: "A flink dab... was frankily at the manual arith sure enough which was the bekase he knowed from his cradle, no bird better, why his ten fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with... And anyhows... the dimpler he weighed the fonder fell he of his null four lovedroyd curdinals"
"null four" might be thumb-as-zero plus four fingers??
cardinals → four masters → Newman, Manning(?), Wiseman, MacCabe
(there's a puzzle here whether "He" is purely Shem/James: it mutates immediately to "Franky" and eventually to "frankily" which elsewhere always suggests Shaun more than Shem: Chuff/Shaun will be called "the... frank... fellow" at fw220.12; and we'll get "frank Shaun" at fw413.30; in the notes and fw521.23: "Ʌ [Shaun] are you afraid of frank comment? Not afraid of Frank Annyone"; and "Our bright bull babe Frank Kevin" at fw562.22)
4 cardinal virtues: prudence/wisdom, justice/fairness, temperance/restraint, courage/fortitude
7 cardinal sins: wrath, avarice (ace, deuce, tricks, dices??), sloth (novels?), pride, lust (quims, sexes, oglers), envy, gluttony (quarts, suppers)
Always would he {be} reciting them by heart so as to know the tenners thumbs down, ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices.
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("be" inserted immediately?)
ten commandments [wiki] (worship, swearing, sabbath, parents, murder, adultery, stealing, lying, lust, greed)
tenner (£10), tenors
hands down = easily
thumbs down = disapproval?
(an odd mix of games/gambling, sex, eating and drinking... and reading novels!? 7 cardinal sins... + 4 cardinal virtues?)
trick = prostitute's john; quim = cunt
on the other hand = looking at both sides of question
Latin 6-10: sex, septem, octo, novem, decem
2DV:
Always would he be areciting and arecreating them up by a rota from fursed to laced quickmarch to decemvir like to throway your hat purpely on to tall spilicans so as to know the tenners thumbs down, ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices.
creating, recreation, up?
rota = schedule of shared responsibility
furs and lace
March to December (dropping Jan and Feb to make 10, like the Roman calendar)
throwaway, Throwaway, purposely, purple-y, spillikins (pick-up sticks game)
published: "Always would he be areciting of them... so as to pin the tenners, thumbs down... Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims... While on the other hand... sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dice."
What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up.
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"What signifies" = what difference does it make
"all that" = (dismissive gesture)
got low marks
Euclid, new cloud? clod?, no clued? nucleus
I'll go bail?, brew
beat, ate
(Joyce expressing embarrassment at this weakness)
Vico thought algebra dangerous for young students, unlike plane geometry
2DV:
What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up.
published: "What signifieth whole that but... he... caught allmeals dull marks for his nucleud and alegobrew... O them... bate him up jerrybly!"
Binomeans to be understood. The axidianones. Equal to = hsaoc. Ploto.
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(Franky getting lost in abstractions)
binomials, by no means, axioms, accidentals?
accidy = anomie, 8th deadly sin
Anaximenes
ax-i-di-a-no-nes = 6 syllables?
the equals sign will be clarified as self-referentially equating itself to chaos (too abstract for Shem?)
chaos (anagram), Plato, Pluto, blotto
'Please lick one turn over'??? turn page/card after licking finger (symbolises successful completion, unhappily not attained here, or giving up and faking it, moving on anyway)
2DV:
Binomeans to be comprendered. The aximones. Equal = hsaoc. Ploato [p.l.o.t.o.].
"...please lick one and turn over to problem" ploatotp
moving forward from pleasant to unpleasant
acrimonies? = hatreds
published: "Binomeans to be comprendered... The aximones... Equal to = aosch. P.t.l.o.a.t.o. ...plates to lick one and turn over"
now having very vividly glimpsed Shem's dismay at higher math abstractions, we retreat to his childish pleasures: comix and cardgames, which he feels compelled to outgrow:
Comic cuts was page fond and flirty so always at long last as it would happen had he to bid goodby to the cardinhands he so liked. It would be then dear hearts of my counting farewell to back numbers.
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"was page" no preposition?
"fond and flirty" 4|5 and 30|40|50? cf later "torn on dirty" 2&30
maybe comic books were too limited in length for his more mature intellectual ambitions?
cardgames: bid, hands, hearts (he must outgrow his comic collection, and his cardgames, and his joy in simple arithmetic)
he has to discard cards he likes from his hand
2DV:
So, Comic cuts was always in page fond and flirty so always at long last as it would happen had he to bid adeuce to the cardinhands he so liked. It would be then dear hearts of my counting farewell to back numbers & please lick one and turn over to problem.
"So... always... so always" (redundancy not crossed out!?)
published: "comic cuts... always were to be capered in Casey's... page torn on dirty... and so, by long last, as it would shuffle out, must he to trump adieu... to those... cardinhands he a big deal missed... Dear hearts of my counting... forewheel to packnumbers"
but now we jump to a two-person-at-least geometry lesson, in progress, generally assumed to be Shem teaching Shaun, though the preceding text clearly favors Shem as the confused student:
Construct an equiliteral triangle. Can you do her? Easy an kisshams. Take mud. You take your river. Dump it at a given point to be called α but pronounced olfa. There's mud & α.
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(are we now overhearing Franky's teaching? or a new voice teaching Franky???)
equilateral = sides of equal length
literal, littoral?
her/it (triangles in FW are The Feminine)
'as easy as kissing hands' (effortless/free gesture, cf kissing cardinal's ring?)
drawing triangle in mud (river = eraser?)
Adam made from mud, mud/shit/chaos?
(how are taking-mud and taking-your-river linked? is the same voice requesting both, or is this a dialog?)
"Dump it" it = mud, not river (river dumps itself (and mud) into sea?)
"given point" on river bank? (cf latin passage below w/Bruno and Vico)
olfactory, solfa (are we also getting Joyce's embarrassment at not sightreading music?!)
Here's mud in your eye (dregs)
(is this the creation of the universe?)
2DV:
Construct an equilittoral triangle. Like an eckoustra! Can you do her? I cont, ken you? Simpl an kisshams. First, Take a mugful of mud. Oglores! What wd I do that for? That a
orchestra??? acoustic? ecoute? extra? echo? lake, lacustral?
cunt, continue, count, faceful
the student here sounds much more like Shaun
ogle, ugly, Old Glory
Goosey Goosey Gander, whither shall I wander? guess, Mad River
(the mud will be washed away later)
are we arbitrarily choosing any point on the eternal rivercycle?
"island" = mud dumped midriver
"Bene" Italian well!, good!
published: "construct ann aquilittoral dryankle... Concoct an equoangular trilitter... Can you nei do her, numb? ...easiest of kisshams... First mull a mugfull of mud... take your mut for a first beginning... Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam will doob... And to find a locus for an alp get a howlth on her bayrings... Mux your pistany at a point of the coastmap to be called α but pronounced olfa. There's the isle of Mun, ah!"
Piestany = Slovak mudbaths
and now an abrupt, looong parenthetical interruption of the lesson, taking us back to Shem's checkered past as tutor (cf Bruni's 1922 scandalsheet? quotes), trying to reassure us he's qualified:
Now (he'd very frequently coached backward tending boys of the same and over his own age, changing letters for them and blending themes for them and devising witty tailwords whilst he would smile upon and trim his ungles,
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cf Sargent in U-Nestor
changing low grades into higher ones? (ie, cheating?)
"blending themes" writing themes? creating art/puns?
"tailwords" is J's neologism (cf Stephen's lame witticism in Nestor re 'pier')
Latin ungula: fingernail
(could there be still-to-be-discovered patterns in PoA and U-Nestor that he's alluding to?)
2DV:
Now (for Dolph, Dean of idles venite
adelphos (brother), dauphin, Dolphin's Barn
"Franky" seems to lose his capital as "Dolph" replaces him. Kev has no name yet at this level (except "Micheal"?).
approximate Latin translation: 'Men from past generations, come, without delay and while the tiny scrap of second-best "Liffey" papyrus is on display. It is inscribed, quite fittingly, in the Latin language of those who have passed away, concerning happenings which are yet to take place. While we are happily sitting over the flesh-pots and observing (yes indeed) the site of Paris from which, under favorable omens, so many branches of the human race will emerge, let us turn over in our minds the most ancient and wise theory of the pair of priests Giordano Bruno and Giambattista Vico. They saw that the entire world flows smoothly, like a river; and that the same things which have been screwed away from the bank will once again be within the bed of the river; and that each thing recognizes itself through its opposite; and that every river has two banks which embrace the same stream.'
Bruno (and Joyce) spent time in Paris (on the Seine) but Vico's Naples is on a bay, not a rivermouth
"ribollium" rebellion? (replaces "backward tending")
published: "Now... (...Dolph... often... coached ribolliumtending mikes of his same and over his own choirage... changing letters for them... and blending tschemes for em... and devising tingling tailwords too whilest... he 'druider smilabit eggways... and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles"
telling himself a five of funny stories on the sly how first of all and on second thoughts and third is the charm and fourthermore and filthily and oxyton and baroccidents and proper accidence and hepta and hexenshoes;
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Greek hepta, hexa: seven, six (order swapped??)
German Hexenschuss: stabbing pain at onset of acute lumbago (literally 'witches' shot')
why are these technical terms interjected between 5th and 7th/6th? (Joyce took grammar studies very seriously?)
"proper accidence" = the part of grammar that deals with the inflections of words, eg:
oxytone, paroxytone, proparoxytone = stressed on last/ 2nd from last/ 3rd from last syllables [wiki]
(could back from "oxyton" to "hexenshoes" map to 10-9-8-7-6?)
Italian barocci = carts, vans; barocco = awkward
barring accidents, occident
2DV:
telling himself a reel of funic ficts upon the shy how first of all and on second thoughts and third's the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily and back from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hopetohell and hexenshoes;
It is a Charming Girl I Love [sheetmusic] (Shem's awakening romantic side?)
published: "retelling humself... a reel of funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund thoughts and the third's the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes" [few barnacles]
and now suddenly they're claiming he's a saint???
& in point of act after his landed in Ireland for the 2nd time he converted many of the natives, boys and men, to put off their hats from their old sinful bodies as often as they passed another temple and showed them the way to by instruction and example
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in point of fact
St Patrick came a 2nd time to Ireland as missionary (1st time as captive)
Tristan also came twice
(is there any tradition about SP and hats?)
why "another"? as opposed to one's own place of worship?
cf U85, the "fine old custom"
up to this point, everything was recognisably Joyce himself, so was his 2nd landing in 1903?
2DV:
& in point of act when he landed in Ireland Leinster for the 2nd time in his fourmaster and jollyboat the good barque Christiane de Troy, he converted
Chretien de Troyes
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and, bejove, that same gallic rite is very prevalent down to this windy night in what was before that a land of nods in spite of all the blood, all the brains, all the brawn, all the bile, that was shed, that were shot, that was shook all the while for our people have still a great faith in the old ways innovated by him
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Catholicism survived Irish independence?
old/new
2DV:
and, bejove, that same galloroman rite is very prevalent up to this windy soiree all over what was before a land of nods in spite of all the blood, all the brains, all the brawn, all the bile, that was shed, that were shot, that was shook all the while for our people have still a healing faith in the old ways innovated by him
published: "and that same gallo-roman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of laud-have-miseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawm, all the brile, that was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our... people... still hold ford... in the old weighs... innovated by him"
and it is verily believed that not all the liquor that's in the queen's cellar and not all the gold that the Indus contains would ever induce them to go back to their ancient habits which as his response to his curses they let drop without another word too:
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Indus/induce
(Ulysses opened minds?)
2DV:
and it is verily believed that not all the soupcans that's in the queen's cellar and not all the gold that the Indus contains would ever induce them to go back to their ancient
soupçons
published: "and it is veritably belied... that not allsods of esoupcans that's in the queen's pottagepots and not allfines of greendgold that the Indus contains would ever hinduce them (o.p.) to steeplechange back... to their ancient... habits... which... having listed... to his... curses... they... let drop... without another... word eitherways"
and talking of missions in general — of course, this has nothing to say to his private tuitions when, so to put it, on the shaughraun —
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2DV:
and talking of missions in general — of course, this has blameall in the world to say to his private when, so to put it, on the shaughraun --
published: "and... talking of... missions... of course this has blameall... to say to... his private's jidgments when, so to put it... for his own onefriend... the Shaughraun"
and
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Tristram came a 1st time to Chapelizod, wounded from Iseult's brother's sword, and was nursed, bathed, and later threatened with his own sword by Iseult, who came to discover him as her brother's killer (2nd time was to fetch her to King Mark)
2DV:
and to return for a moment also to the first landing (only for a moment) if the pretty elizabess -- she lost her heart, a song says, and beauty alone knows when
published: "but to return for a mere moment... to the coxswain on the first landing... if the pretty Lady Elisabbess... who... gave him then that vantage of a... cuddlebath at her proper mitts — if she then... but... she could never have forefelt... such a coolcold douche as him... doubling back... bymby... these iselands... under... a vartryproof name... to buy her in, par jure, if you plait... and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers... on behalf of an oldest ablished firma... Lagrima und Gemiti"
it must have been a terrible grief for whohowhowhow? the poor girl!: and no wonder so many of the men people offered to console with her and that's not the last of it either (would it were! - - -
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2DV:
it must have been a terrible mavrue mavrone for whohowhowhow? the poor girl!: all so isoladed, and no wonder so many of the male members upped to console with her in true tears and groans and that's not the last of it either would it were! - - -
published: "it must have been... a terrible mavrue mavrone... for whowhowho?, the poour girl... and short wonder so manny of the tomthick and tarry members... upped to console with her... and that's not the finis of it"
but to think of him finding a second elizabess where he did and how he did — (I) forget now was it in a street or by accident — and to try to think of her trying to get that bearded virility into her limited lap at the same time for towelling purposes as if he were a nine months' babe:
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2DV:
but to think of him finding an eliza the second also called bess where he did and how he did — (I) forget now was it in a street or per accident — and to try to think of
published: "but to think of him founding a nelliza the second... where he did and when he did... escapes my forgetness now was it dustcovered... on Waterlow raid or street down... and to try to analyse that ambo's pair of braceleans... trying to amarm all of that... micher's bearded... virility... into her limited... lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends... as though he... were a... neonovene babe!"
well, dear me and you, if that is what the gentle passion has come to out there heaven help the hindmost and yet it begins to look like it it does indeed, and it is no use trying to stop it either or telling human beings to take warning by the past:
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2DV:
well, dear me and you, if that is what amour, which of gentle broost rathe is intaken,
published: "well, diarmuee and granyou... if that is what lamoor... seems circling towards out yondest... heaven holp his hindmost and... if the so greatly displeaced diorems... are for our indices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay... and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheese it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers... to take warnung by the trispast"
for, if you could see inside the cerebral saucepan of any one adolescent you would see many convolouli suggestive of other times & lands, ay and other tongues [...] too,
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015.33 "It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain pan"
2DV:
for, an you could peep inside the cerebral saucepan of any one adolescent you would see in that house of thought a litter convolvuli suggestive of other times, lost or strayed, & lands, derelict or sunk, tongues [...]
published: "and, an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this our illwinded goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam... what a jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times... of lands... and of tongues... too"
and not alone that but, looking far into futurity, your own convolouli would reel to fancy the taking of what stale words were originally found for:
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mind/imagination reels
recovering words' lost original poetry?
2DV:
and not alone that but, looking far into faturity, your own convolouli would reel to jazzfancy the fresh takinplace of what stale words were whilom woven on & fitted fairly featly too:
published: "and not only that but, by searchlighting... pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis... would real to jazztfancy the novo takingplace of what stale words whilom were... fitted... for"
and the best of it is that whereas the pioneer side of the new pupilteacher type will soon begin to tell you that no man has the right to set a boundary to the march of a language {in} a second
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2DV:
and the best of it is that whereas the pathfinder side of the new pupilteacher duplex will soon set on to lark to you that no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul in a half a
published: "and... the crame of the whole... fustian... is that, whenas the swiftshut soareyes of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you... that... no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul, in half a sylb"
the beast of burden commonsense on other side if not the open confession of its over presumptuous partner is going to tell you) you must draw the line somewhere.
[fweet]
(so we've meandered from Shem's teaching style to his saintly works to his romances to his artistic courage and back to the geometry lesson???)
2DV:
the beast of burden comeonsince larking round the other side is going to whisht to you coybells) you must draw the line somewhere.
published: "the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking... down inside his... collar is gogoing to whisht to you... how) you must... draw the line somewhawre."
After that you must draw the line somewhere. Given an inch make an ell. Now we see the line αλ stops at Lamda. Nudder island there too. Now with Olaf as centre and Olaf's Lambtail as his spokesman, cumscribe a circlus. O dear me! But it's not over yet.
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After that you must draw the line somewhere. Given an inch make an ell. Now
published: "Given now ann linch you take enn all... Now... we see the... line AL... stops ait Lambday. Modder ilond there too... Now then... With Olaf as centrum and Olaf 's lambtail for his spokesman circumscript a cyclone... O, dear me! ...But... it's not alover yet!"
The mystery repeats itself. Springing from the mudbank Loosh with Allhim as her end in a view, turn a somersault. Hop lala! O dear me! That was very interesting, very nice indeed! There's one point at which the bicycles run into each other. I feel where you mean. We aught to shake a pee there and let you go & make a pie at your end. Are you right there, Micheal, are you right? I'm right here all right but it's the muddest thing I ever done.
[fweet] [fweet] [fweet]
2DV:
The mystery repeats itself as mother used to say yesterday I remember she used. What a wonderful memory you have! Wonderful memory. Bene! Springing
published: "The mystery repeats itself... springing quickenly from the mudland Loosh from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetraturn a somersault... Hop lala! ...O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very nace indeed! ...there's tew tricklesome poinds where our twain of doubling bicirculars... dunloop into eath the ocher... I fee where you mea... I'd likelong... to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there... and let you go... and orrange your modest mock Pie... up your end. Are you right there, Michael, are you right? ...Ay, I'm right here, Nickel, and I'll write... But... it's the muddest thick that was ever heard dump"
Now join alfa pea and and pea loose and eelpie. Like that. I see. Then carefully lift up the apron of our A.L.P. until its apex below is where a navel ought to be. Waaaaaa. Tch! And there's your first of all equilittoral triangles. O dear me, look at that, now. What a coincidence. But you're looking at the wrong place, you simpleton. You must look at the reflection in the water.
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2DV:
Now join alfa pea and and pee loose by
published: "Now... join alfa pea and pull loose... and... eelpie... Like pah. I peh... we carefully... lift up... the maidsapron of our A.L.P... till its nether nadir is vortically where... its naval's napex will have to beandbe... Waaaaaa. Tch! ...And there... the living spit of dead waters... discinct and isopleural in its sixuous parts... middenwedge of its stream's your muddy old triagonal delta... plain for you now... the no niggard spot of her safety vulve, our first of all usquiluteral threeingles... O, dear me, look at that now! ...Quoint a quincidence! ...But you're holy mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce2 as if you was seeheeing the gheist that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop domefool! ...You must lap wandret down the bluishing refluction below..."
O dear me, that's very lovely! Very lovely entirely! You know, you're damn smart, so you are. Whereapool he would look mum in bewonderment of his chipper chubor making cyclopes and trigonies repeat theirselves allover the waste of Brown & Nolan's paper till that on him the juggler veins in his scraw stood out tightropes.
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2DV:
O dear me, that's very lovely! Very lovely entirely! You know, you're a damn smart gossoon, so you are. Whereapool with a sweet marie stealed from the jacob & a slypull at the slidepage would he wont
published: "...O Dee, O Dee, that's very lovely! ...Vely lovely entilely! ...You know, you're the divver's own smart gossoon... so you are, hoax! ...Whereapool... he... would... wont to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor... with his muffetee cuffs ownconsciously grafficking with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies... pursuiting their rovinghamilton selves... around the waste of noland's browne jesus... till that on him... the juggaleer's veins... in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tamquam taughtropes."
Intricatedly yours, jirryalimaloop. I remainto fallthereatyourfeet jimmyinswearmorose. Ay. And efter all of his muddlingisms wouldn't a clean stab of the ruler do it quicker, anon would think Frankey who, to be plain, was misocain. Once one is won. And his countenence rose.
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2DV:
Intricatedly in years, Jirryalimpaloop. I romain to fallthereatyourfate hurryaswarmorose. And this is how
published: "Intricatedly in years, jirryalimpaloop. And i Romain to fallthere at bare feet, hurryaswormarose... But... after all his... muddlingisms... woodint wun able rep of the triperforator... do for the blessted selfchuruls... smarter... you... could not but reckon... our frankson who... was misocain. Wince wan's won! ...And his countinghands rose."
VI.A "ace, deuce, tray, cater, sink, size"
VI.A "a bearded voice"
VI.A "sit in her lap"
[The 2nd draft is a beautiful demonstration of Joyce at his peak finding a more challenging substitute for almost every word]
Page 283
Assigned reading
(6 pars [] plus 136 notes)
[secondary]
[McH]
[*]
synopsis: 'from counting — to arithmetic and algebra'
Joyce's math scores in 1899 were abysmal
Todhunter's Algebra and Euclid
Hall&Knight's Algebra and Euclid
FDV: "ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices. What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up."
2DV: "ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices. What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up."
mysteries:
[05:31-06:58]
synopsis: 'from counting — to arithmetic and algebra'
Joyce's math scores in 1899 were abysmal
Todhunter's Algebra and Euclid
Hall&Knight's Algebra and Euclid
FDV: "ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices. What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up."
2DV: "ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices. What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up."
mysteries:
[05:31-06:58]
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
[The three childhood vignettes]
(together at last for the first time?)
Kevineen:
Shortly after having come into this vale of tears, the little stranger Kevineen delighted himself by sporting with the sponge on tubbing night. As a growing boy under the influence of holy religion instilled into him across his grandmother's old king Jones's knee he grew more and more pious like the time God knows when ejaculating for forty days indulgence and ten quarantines he sat down on the plate of mutton broth. He simply had no time for girls and things and often used he to say to his dearest mother and dear sisters as how his dearest mother and dear sisters were good enough for him. Of him we are further told that at the age of six he wrote a school prize essay on kindness to freshwater fish.
VI.A "welcome little stranger"
Isolde:
For her prudence she always left the key of her press in the lock of her press, the pen of the inkbottle in the neck of the ink bottle. Never were they lost. For her learning in geog she knew that Italy was a jackboot, India a pink ham and France a patched quilt. For her charm she knew how to stagemanage her legs in the several positions of goody twoshoes, aunty Nance, stepladder, green peas, love me little, funny toast, lovers' lever, love me long. For her health only her in the house got the measles when she was a bottlefed babe. For her piety Isolde's night prayer and orison so ran: -- Howfar wartnevin alibithename Kingcome illbedone nerth tisnevin. Usisday daybread givesdressp sweegivethem dresspas gainstus leesnot tootntation liversm evil Men.
For her learning in zoog she knew lamb, lamb a young sheep. For her domestic economy she cleaned the chimney flue by setting fire to an Irish Times and hooshing it blazing up the flue and she washed the hall by standing leaving her wet umbrella ?sweeping open in a corner. For her pity there were times she even pitied the damned old devil himself playing demon patience after his lunch of hot air fanning himself with his asbestos slippers in the coolingroom in hell. For her charity one day when it was sneezing cold she met a beggargirl in the park and, having no small change about her, she went behind a bramblebush, slipped off her sprigged petticoat and gave it to the beggargirl who instantly disappeared (she having been in point of fact Saint Dympna who got up the exhibition of poverty on purpose) along with the petticoat. On another occasion there was a pestilence caused by a certain dragon who said it would go on for ever unless she took off all her clothes and walked from Cape Clear to Mizzen Head. So she did this. And everybody pulled down all their blinds in Ireland. The dragon was then converted and entered a nunnery.
Franky:
A great dab was Franky at the manual arith, sure enough, that's the bekase he knew no boy better why his ten fingures were given him whatfor. Anyhows he was fond always of cardinals. Always would he be areciting and arecreating them up by a rota from fursed to laced quickmarch to decemvir like to throway your hat purpely on to tall spilicans so as to know the tenners thumbs down, ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices. What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up. Binomeans to be comprendered. The aximones. Equal = hsaoc. Ploato [p.l.o.t.o.]. So, Comic cuts was always in page fond and flirty so always at long last as it would happen had he to bid adeuce to the cardinhands he so liked. It would be then dear hearts of my counting farewell to back numbers & please lick one and turn over to problem...
Kevineen:
Shortly after having come into this vale of tears, the little stranger Kevineen delighted himself by sporting with the sponge on tubbing night. As a growing boy under the influence of holy religion instilled into him across his grandmother's old king Jones's knee he grew more and more pious like the time God knows when ejaculating for forty days indulgence and ten quarantines he sat down on the plate of mutton broth. He simply had no time for girls and things and often used he to say to his dearest mother and dear sisters as how his dearest mother and dear sisters were good enough for him. Of him we are further told that at the age of six he wrote a school prize essay on kindness to freshwater fish.
VI.A "welcome little stranger"
Isolde:
For her prudence she always left the key of her press in the lock of her press, the pen of the inkbottle in the neck of the ink bottle. Never were they lost. For her learning in geog she knew that Italy was a jackboot, India a pink ham and France a patched quilt. For her charm she knew how to stagemanage her legs in the several positions of goody twoshoes, aunty Nance, stepladder, green peas, love me little, funny toast, lovers' lever, love me long. For her health only her in the house got the measles when she was a bottlefed babe. For her piety Isolde's night prayer and orison so ran: -- Howfar wartnevin alibithename Kingcome illbedone nerth tisnevin. Usisday daybread givesdressp sweegivethem dresspas gainstus leesnot tootntation liversm evil Men.
For her learning in zoog she knew lamb, lamb a young sheep. For her domestic economy she cleaned the chimney flue by setting fire to an Irish Times and hooshing it blazing up the flue and she washed the hall by standing leaving her wet umbrella ?sweeping open in a corner. For her pity there were times she even pitied the damned old devil himself playing demon patience after his lunch of hot air fanning himself with his asbestos slippers in the coolingroom in hell. For her charity one day when it was sneezing cold she met a beggargirl in the park and, having no small change about her, she went behind a bramblebush, slipped off her sprigged petticoat and gave it to the beggargirl who instantly disappeared (she having been in point of fact Saint Dympna who got up the exhibition of poverty on purpose) along with the petticoat. On another occasion there was a pestilence caused by a certain dragon who said it would go on for ever unless she took off all her clothes and walked from Cape Clear to Mizzen Head. So she did this. And everybody pulled down all their blinds in Ireland. The dragon was then converted and entered a nunnery.
Franky:
A great dab was Franky at the manual arith, sure enough, that's the bekase he knew no boy better why his ten fingures were given him whatfor. Anyhows he was fond always of cardinals. Always would he be areciting and arecreating them up by a rota from fursed to laced quickmarch to decemvir like to throway your hat purpely on to tall spilicans so as to know the tenners thumbs down, ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims and on the other hand, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dices. What signifies all that but he always caught dull marks in his nucleud and allgobrew. O, it bate him up. Binomeans to be comprendered. The aximones. Equal = hsaoc. Ploato [p.l.o.t.o.]. So, Comic cuts was always in page fond and flirty so always at long last as it would happen had he to bid adeuce to the cardinhands he so liked. It would be then dear hearts of my counting farewell to back numbers & please lick one and turn over to problem...
Page 282
Assigned reading
(6 pars [] plus 105 notes)
[secondary]
[McH]
[*]
synopsis: 'from counting — to arithmetic and algebra'
Joyce's math scores in 1899 were abysmal
FDV: "He was a great at dab at manual arith, sure enough, that's why he knew no boy better what his ten fingures were for. Anyhow he was always fond of cardinals. Always would he reciting them by heart so as to know the tenners thumbs down,"
2DV: "A great dab was Franky at the manual arith, sure enough, that's the bekase he knew no boy better why his ten fingures were given him whatfor. Anyhows he was fond always of cardinals. Always would he be areciting and arecreating them up by a rota from fursed to laced quickmarch to decemvir like to throway your hat purpely on to tall spilicans so as to know the tenners thumbs down,"
mysteries:
[-05:31]
synopsis: 'from counting — to arithmetic and algebra'
Joyce's math scores in 1899 were abysmal
FDV: "He was a great at dab at manual arith, sure enough, that's why he knew no boy better what his ten fingures were for. Anyhow he was always fond of cardinals. Always would he reciting them by heart so as to know the tenners thumbs down,"
2DV: "A great dab was Franky at the manual arith, sure enough, that's the bekase he knew no boy better why his ten fingures were given him whatfor. Anyhows he was fond always of cardinals. Always would he be areciting and arecreating them up by a rota from fursed to laced quickmarch to decemvir like to throway your hat purpely on to tall spilicans so as to know the tenners thumbs down,"
mysteries:
[-05:31]
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Monday, June 9, 2014
Page 280
[placeholder]
[McH]
FDV: "Indeed the most incredible experiences have everywhen concomitated to indue upon the lissom limbs of this pious and pure fair one whose fount Bandusian plays liquick sunlight, whose afterodour sighs of musk regretted, {whose silence shines as sphere of silver,} behold then, these unmatchables, her driers, hereover till latter"
[McH]
FDV: "Indeed the most incredible experiences have everywhen concomitated to indue upon the lissom limbs of this pious and pure fair one whose fount Bandusian plays liquick sunlight, whose afterodour sighs of musk regretted, {whose silence shines as sphere of silver,} behold then, these unmatchables, her driers, hereover till latter"
Sunday, June 8, 2014
[Issy's letter/footnote]
[hopefully this page will get deleted when i figure out where the pieces belong]
[FDV]
Insertion (incipit epistola)
May the bridies feed the sweetnesses no more moremirror mornings from my lips lisplips, pipette, nor the dye of the wood's bluebells write no more kisslines or my tiny fives. Your other one may have her picture photo leaning against her Piggott's piano she's not a patch on pretties you saw the manys the times I climbed the tries.
"I'll do that droop on the pohlmann's piano."
Letter
fairy lives
Boaster! That women faint around you when you enter!
----
while waiting for that when where both will for the parriage priest.
----
he proud of the cockhold of his hat & she pleased to be wearing the trousseaurs.
----
wherefor Luiz can write what Ella can't read or veesyversy, how about it?
Woefor, were rich cake never so paraclithic and the way if a Flabby with Flappers ever so unclyunctous must she to send him a chain letter on her modesty' service, to be slipped on, to be slept on, to be conned, to be kept a dayclear azure, resilkbrocaded, a mouldernlousy, a lieperstoad because of this c's penning heures for that one from I-sold-the-blend to Threefingered Carrot, as from the Still-a-vain-essay from Capture Make Hitch.
278.L "Uncle Flabbius Muximus to Niecia Flappia Minnimiss."
278.F "To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And when you're done push the chain. With her modesties office."
"Regretfeeling that this is that girl he looks back to her for his to try not to love her or art though she knows its hard."
Letter
till usquebaughing changes him and she sells her auctors by minction.
blish blast by Bethlem God, by Vainas Estherti,
from this posthouse
As you haste to pass
Tis with over your litter
I wept weeped my last
Well —
& borrows the clothes both (as slick as Cipollo & as sane as Susina,
10. for, troth being stronger than fortuitous fiction, it's the surplice, money, my young friend & sweet creature, [(flash if you stand for it, blush if you're touched)] buys the bed with the clothes.
1. Come, cool of my slate, to the beat of my blush
279.F "Come, smooth of my slate, to the beat of my blosh!"
2. with all this gelded youth about I just feel the thrills and ills of like putting an end to myself
279.F "With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms there's so much more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting an end to myself"
8. Wasn't it too just divining that dog of a day as I sat on the Drewitt's altar, as cooled as a culcumber with you offering me up insilse illscents & the horners stagstruck on the leasward.
3. You sh'u'dn't write you ca'nt if you w'u'dn't pass for underdevelopmented
279.F "You sh'u'dn't write you ca'n't if you w'u'dn't pass for underdevelopmented."
4. If it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it, as sure as their's a key in my kiss. I learned all the values of the gamest game ever from my old norse Asa [and she vicking well knowed them heartwises. A most adventuresting trot is her.] Quick erit faciofacey when we'll conjugate tomorrow at amare hour.
5. I intend to take silk to grigg all my juniors when I'm mineteen
6. (Nature tells everybody about it)
9. the good father with the twinkle in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmicheal good.
279.F "The good father with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good."
flimsy—filmsy.
THE LETTER
Come, smooth of my slate to the beat of my blosh. With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blessoms {there's so more plants than chants for cecilies} that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting and end to myself {and my malody} when I remembered allyour erringnesses. You sh'udn't write you can't if you w'udn't pass for undevelopemented. {This is the propper way to say that.} If it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it as sure as there's a key in my kiss.
Quick erit faciofacey when we will conjugate together toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour {verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for ever}. My intended {who I'm thrown away on} I'll take silk get my decree and take seidens when I'm not ploughed first by some lassing lad Rolando the Lasso and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my collage juniorees who though they flush fuchsia & blench - - - - are they twentyeight octette and virginity in my shade but always my figurants. [They may be yea of my year but [they're] nay of my day. [Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pry they'll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my.]] Nature tells everybody about it but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuresting trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive D'Oyly and Winnie Carr bejupers they reized a Saladmon & how a peeper coster & salt sailor med a mustied poet atweemem. Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn't it just divining that dog of a day as I sat uppum their Drewitt's altar, as cooledas a culcumbwe, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them homers stagstruck on the leasward! Don't be of red, you blanching mench. The good father with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his picket to bethroat us with for our alimicheal good. Amum. And Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it's the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes.
Such is, A.N. date intended Dear (name of desired subject) And, well, I go on to. Teach me how to carve deer, tease me how to curve Treat me all I'll long to till I turtle like a dove durve. And I near bruk the one to two tooth! I had (misha! misha!) on your same old superior quality tufftuff buffstag as Pop Mop and Pop knows it nosed donekiss years after, buck luck to it. Here's my hate come in back to me mate the swoon I moil you when you'd maid me when you named yourself as virgin as before you after hich your sole desire was to cease to be.
Indeed the most incredible experiences have everywhen concomitated to indue upon the lissom limbs of this pious and pure fair one whose fount Bandusian plays liquick sunlight, whose afterodour sighs of musk regretted, whose silence shines as sphere of silver, behold then, these unmatchables, her driers, hereover till latter Lammas is led in by both our washwives a weird of wonders tenebrous as the that evil thorngarth blithe as this blowing wild.
280 "From auburn chenlemagne. Pious and pure fair one, all has concomitated to this that she shall read them, lifetree's leaves, whose silence hitherto has shone as sphere of silver, fast albernstone, that fount Bandusian shall play liquick music and after odours sigh of musk."
"which was all your ~—-- middle ages replies of the poetics, Mr Faithful & Fervent, to my fine silver hallmarked as familli teapot" and "clutched yourself."
[FDV]
Insertion (incipit epistola)
May the bridies feed the sweetnesses no more moremirror mornings from my lips lisplips, pipette, nor the dye of the wood's bluebells write no more kisslines or my tiny fives. Your other one may have her picture photo leaning against her Piggott's piano she's not a patch on pretties you saw the manys the times I climbed the tries.
"I'll do that droop on the pohlmann's piano."
Letter
fairy lives
Boaster! That women faint around you when you enter!
----
while waiting for that when where both will for the parriage priest.
----
he proud of the cockhold of his hat & she pleased to be wearing the trousseaurs.
----
wherefor Luiz can write what Ella can't read or veesyversy, how about it?
Woefor, were rich cake never so paraclithic and the way if a Flabby with Flappers ever so unclyunctous must she to send him a chain letter on her modesty' service, to be slipped on, to be slept on, to be conned, to be kept a dayclear azure, resilkbrocaded, a mouldernlousy, a lieperstoad because of this c's penning heures for that one from I-sold-the-blend to Threefingered Carrot, as from the Still-a-vain-essay from Capture Make Hitch.
278.L "Uncle Flabbius Muximus to Niecia Flappia Minnimiss."
278.F "To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And when you're done push the chain. With her modesties office."
"Regretfeeling that this is that girl he looks back to her for his to try not to love her or art though she knows its hard."
Letter
till usquebaughing changes him and she sells her auctors by minction.
blish blast by Bethlem God, by Vainas Estherti,
from this posthouse
As you haste to pass
Tis with over your litter
I wept weeped my last
Well —
& borrows the clothes both (as slick as Cipollo & as sane as Susina,
10. for, troth being stronger than fortuitous fiction, it's the surplice, money, my young friend & sweet creature, [(flash if you stand for it, blush if you're touched)] buys the bed with the clothes.
1. Come, cool of my slate, to the beat of my blush
279.F "Come, smooth of my slate, to the beat of my blosh!"
2. with all this gelded youth about I just feel the thrills and ills of like putting an end to myself
279.F "With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms there's so much more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting an end to myself"
8. Wasn't it too just divining that dog of a day as I sat on the Drewitt's altar, as cooled as a culcumber with you offering me up insilse illscents & the horners stagstruck on the leasward.
3. You sh'u'dn't write you ca'nt if you w'u'dn't pass for underdevelopmented
279.F "You sh'u'dn't write you ca'n't if you w'u'dn't pass for underdevelopmented."
4. If it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it, as sure as their's a key in my kiss. I learned all the values of the gamest game ever from my old norse Asa [and she vicking well knowed them heartwises. A most adventuresting trot is her.] Quick erit faciofacey when we'll conjugate tomorrow at amare hour.
5. I intend to take silk to grigg all my juniors when I'm mineteen
6. (Nature tells everybody about it)
9. the good father with the twinkle in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmicheal good.
279.F "The good father with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good."
flimsy—filmsy.
THE LETTER
Come, smooth of my slate to the beat of my blosh. With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blessoms {there's so more plants than chants for cecilies} that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting and end to myself {and my malody} when I remembered allyour erringnesses. You sh'udn't write you can't if you w'udn't pass for undevelopemented. {This is the propper way to say that.} If it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it as sure as there's a key in my kiss.
Quick erit faciofacey when we will conjugate together toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour {verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for ever}. My intended {who I'm thrown away on} I'll take silk get my decree and take seidens when I'm not ploughed first by some lassing lad Rolando the Lasso and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my collage juniorees who though they flush fuchsia & blench - - - - are they twentyeight octette and virginity in my shade but always my figurants. [They may be yea of my year but [they're] nay of my day. [Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pry they'll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my.]] Nature tells everybody about it but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuresting trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive D'Oyly and Winnie Carr bejupers they reized a Saladmon & how a peeper coster & salt sailor med a mustied poet atweemem. Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn't it just divining that dog of a day as I sat uppum their Drewitt's altar, as cooledas a culcumbwe, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them homers stagstruck on the leasward! Don't be of red, you blanching mench. The good father with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his picket to bethroat us with for our alimicheal good. Amum. And Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it's the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes.
Such is, A.N. date intended Dear (name of desired subject) And, well, I go on to. Teach me how to carve deer, tease me how to curve Treat me all I'll long to till I turtle like a dove durve. And I near bruk the one to two tooth! I had (misha! misha!) on your same old superior quality tufftuff buffstag as Pop Mop and Pop knows it nosed donekiss years after, buck luck to it. Here's my hate come in back to me mate the swoon I moil you when you'd maid me when you named yourself as virgin as before you after hich your sole desire was to cease to be.
Indeed the most incredible experiences have everywhen concomitated to indue upon the lissom limbs of this pious and pure fair one whose fount Bandusian plays liquick sunlight, whose afterodour sighs of musk regretted, whose silence shines as sphere of silver, behold then, these unmatchables, her driers, hereover till latter Lammas is led in by both our washwives a weird of wonders tenebrous as the that evil thorngarth blithe as this blowing wild.
280 "From auburn chenlemagne. Pious and pure fair one, all has concomitated to this that she shall read them, lifetree's leaves, whose silence hitherto has shone as sphere of silver, fast albernstone, that fount Bandusian shall play liquick music and after odours sigh of musk."
"which was all your ~—-- middle ages replies of the poetics, Mr Faithful & Fervent, to my fine silver hallmarked as familli teapot" and "clutched yourself."
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synopsis: 'memorising liquid music — Issy's letter'
[me severe]
6DV: "Come, smooth of my slate to the beat of my blosh. With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blessoms there's so more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting and end to myself and my malody when I remembered allyour erringnesses. You sh'udn't write you can't if you w'udn't pass for undevelopemented. This is the propper way to say that. If it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it as sure as there's a key in my kiss.
Quick erit faciofacey when we will conjugate together toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for ever. My intended who I'm thrown away on I'll take silk get my decree and take seidens when I'm not ploughed first by some lassing lad Rolando the Lasso and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my collage juniorees who though they flush fuchsia & blench - - - - are they twentyeight octette and virginity in my shade but always my figurants. [They may be yea of my year but [they're] nay of my day. [Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pry they'll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my.]] Nature tells everybody about it but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuresting trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive D'Oyly and Winnie Carr bejupers they reized a Saladmon & how a peeper coster & salt sailor med a mustied poet atweemem. Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn't it just divining that dog of a day as I sat uppum their Drewitt's altar, as cooledas a culcumbwe, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them homers stagstruck on the leasward! Don't be of red, you blanching mench. The good father with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his picket to bethroat us with for our alimicheal good. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it's the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes.
Such is, A.N. date intended Dear (name of desired subject) And, well, I go on to. Teach me how to carve deer, tease me how to curve Treat me all I'll long to till I turtle like a dove durve. And I near bruk the one to two tooth! I had (misha! misha!) on your same old superior quality tufftuff buffstag as Pop Mop and Pop knows it nosed donekiss years after, buck luck to it. Here's my hate come in back to me mate the swoon I moil you when you'd maid me when you named yourself as virgin as before you after hich your sole desire was to cease to be.
VI.A "[Shem] idea of happiness to cease to be."
Indeed the most incredible experiences have everywhen concomitated to indue upon the lissom limbs of this pious and pure fair one whose fount Bandusian plays liquick sunlight, whose afterodour sighs of musk regretted, whose silence shines as sphere of silver, behold then, these unmatchables, her driers, hereover till latter Lammas is led in by both our washwives a weird of wonders tenebrous as the that evil thorngarth blithe as this blowing wild.
Regretfeeling that this is that girl he looks back to her for his to try not to love her or art though she knows its hard."
1. Come, cool of my slate, to the beat of my blush
2. with all this gelded youth about I just feel the thrills and ills of like putting an end to myself
3. You sh'u'dn't write you ca'nt if you w'u'dn't pass for underdevelopmented
4. If it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it, as sure as their's a key in my kiss. I learned all the values of the gamest game ever from my old norse Asa [and she vicking well knowed them heartwises. A most adventuresting trot is her.] Quick erit faciofacey when we'll conjugate tomorrow at amare hour.
5. I intend to take silk to grigg all my juniors when I'm mineteen
6. (Nature tells everybody about it)
8. Wasn't it too just divining that dog of a day as I sat on the Drewitt's altar, as cooled as a culcumber with you offering me up insilse illscents & the horners stagstruck on the leasward.
9. the good father with the twinkle in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmicheal good.
10. for, troth being stronger than fortuitous fiction, it's the surplice, money, my young friend & sweet creature, [(flash if you stand for it, blush if you're touched)] buys the bed with the clothes.
Insertion (incipit epistola)
May the bridies feed the sweetnesses no more moremirror mornings from my lips lisplips, pipette, nor the dye of the wood's bluebells write no more kisslines or my tiny fives. Your other one may have her picture photo leaning against her Piggott's piano she's not a patch on pretties you saw the manys the times I climbed the tries.
Letter
fairy lives
Boaster! That women faint around you when you enter!
while waiting for that when where both will for the parriage priest.
he proud of the cockhold of his hat & she pleased to be wearing the trousseaurs.
wherefor Luiz can write what Ella can't read or veesyversy, how about it?
Letter
till usquebaughing changes him and she sells her auctors by minction.
blish blast by Bethlem God, by Vainas Estherti,
from this posthouse
As you haste to pass
Tis with over your litter
I wept weeped my last
Well —
& borrows the clothes both (as slick as Cipollo & as sane as Susina, flimsy—filmsy.
"which was all your ~—-- middle ages replies of the poetics, Mr Faithful & Fervent, to my fine silver hallmarked as familli teapot" and "clutched yourself."
"
mysteries:
[07:51-10:31]
synopsis: 'memorising liquid music — Issy's letter'
[me severe]
6DV: "Come, smooth of my slate to the beat of my blosh. With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blessoms there's so more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting and end to myself and my malody when I remembered allyour erringnesses. You sh'udn't write you can't if you w'udn't pass for undevelopemented. This is the propper way to say that. If it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it as sure as there's a key in my kiss.
Quick erit faciofacey when we will conjugate together toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for ever. My intended who I'm thrown away on I'll take silk get my decree and take seidens when I'm not ploughed first by some lassing lad Rolando the Lasso and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my collage juniorees who though they flush fuchsia & blench - - - - are they twentyeight octette and virginity in my shade but always my figurants. [They may be yea of my year but [they're] nay of my day. [Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pry they'll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my.]] Nature tells everybody about it but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuresting trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive D'Oyly and Winnie Carr bejupers they reized a Saladmon & how a peeper coster & salt sailor med a mustied poet atweemem. Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn't it just divining that dog of a day as I sat uppum their Drewitt's altar, as cooledas a culcumbwe, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them homers stagstruck on the leasward! Don't be of red, you blanching mench. The good father with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his picket to bethroat us with for our alimicheal good. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it's the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes.
Such is, A.N. date intended Dear (name of desired subject) And, well, I go on to. Teach me how to carve deer, tease me how to curve Treat me all I'll long to till I turtle like a dove durve. And I near bruk the one to two tooth! I had (misha! misha!) on your same old superior quality tufftuff buffstag as Pop Mop and Pop knows it nosed donekiss years after, buck luck to it. Here's my hate come in back to me mate the swoon I moil you when you'd maid me when you named yourself as virgin as before you after hich your sole desire was to cease to be.
VI.A "[Shem] idea of happiness to cease to be."
Indeed the most incredible experiences have everywhen concomitated to indue upon the lissom limbs of this pious and pure fair one whose fount Bandusian plays liquick sunlight, whose afterodour sighs of musk regretted, whose silence shines as sphere of silver, behold then, these unmatchables, her driers, hereover till latter Lammas is led in by both our washwives a weird of wonders tenebrous as the that evil thorngarth blithe as this blowing wild.
Regretfeeling that this is that girl he looks back to her for his to try not to love her or art though she knows its hard."
1. Come, cool of my slate, to the beat of my blush
2. with all this gelded youth about I just feel the thrills and ills of like putting an end to myself
3. You sh'u'dn't write you ca'nt if you w'u'dn't pass for underdevelopmented
4. If it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it, as sure as their's a key in my kiss. I learned all the values of the gamest game ever from my old norse Asa [and she vicking well knowed them heartwises. A most adventuresting trot is her.] Quick erit faciofacey when we'll conjugate tomorrow at amare hour.
5. I intend to take silk to grigg all my juniors when I'm mineteen
6. (Nature tells everybody about it)
8. Wasn't it too just divining that dog of a day as I sat on the Drewitt's altar, as cooled as a culcumber with you offering me up insilse illscents & the horners stagstruck on the leasward.
9. the good father with the twinkle in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmicheal good.
10. for, troth being stronger than fortuitous fiction, it's the surplice, money, my young friend & sweet creature, [(flash if you stand for it, blush if you're touched)] buys the bed with the clothes.
Insertion (incipit epistola)
May the bridies feed the sweetnesses no more moremirror mornings from my lips lisplips, pipette, nor the dye of the wood's bluebells write no more kisslines or my tiny fives. Your other one may have her picture photo leaning against her Piggott's piano she's not a patch on pretties you saw the manys the times I climbed the tries.
Letter
fairy lives
Boaster! That women faint around you when you enter!
while waiting for that when where both will for the parriage priest.
he proud of the cockhold of his hat & she pleased to be wearing the trousseaurs.
wherefor Luiz can write what Ella can't read or veesyversy, how about it?
Letter
till usquebaughing changes him and she sells her auctors by minction.
blish blast by Bethlem God, by Vainas Estherti,
from this posthouse
As you haste to pass
Tis with over your litter
I wept weeped my last
Well —
& borrows the clothes both (as slick as Cipollo & as sane as Susina, flimsy—filmsy.
"which was all your ~—-- middle ages replies of the poetics, Mr Faithful & Fervent, to my fine silver hallmarked as familli teapot" and "clutched yourself."
"
mysteries:
[07:51-10:31]
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