[The collaging of II.4]

Over them the winged ones screamed shrill glee: seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercailzie. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big kuss of Trustan with Usolde.

So there they were

when it was dark

As slow their ship, the sea being slight, upon the face of waters moved by courtesy of God 

listening in as hard as they could all four of them

O Moyle!

they were the big four the four waves of Erin all listening four there was old Tom Gregory and then besides old Tom there was old Phelim O' Hogan the four waves and oftentimes they used to be saying here now we are the four of us old Tom and Old Phelim and old Jeremy the four of us and sure thank God there are no more of us and old Jeff O'Gorman the four of us and no more of us and so now pass the fish for the Lord's sake amen the way they used to be saying grace before fish for auld lang syne there they were spraining their ears listening and listening to all the kissening with their eyes glistening all the four when he was cuddling
cuddling her and kissing her

bunnyhugged scrumptiously

his colleen
bawn

the dinkum belle

on the eighteen inch loveseat behind the chieftaness stewardess's cabin

Gaelic, rugger and soccer champion and

the onliest boy of her choice meant pretty well everything to her just then, her beau ideal of a true girl's friend with red blood in his veins neither big ugly nor small nice

whilst also with sinister dexterity he alternately rightandlefthandled fore and aft, on and offside her palpable rugby and association bulbs

that handsome brineburnt sixfooter Gaelic, rugger and soccer champion and

quite charming in her oceanblue brocade and an overdress of net darned with gold well in advance of the newest fashion exhibits

whilst they dissimulated themself

with his pogue like Arrah na pogue they all four used to be cuddling and kissing and listening in the good days Dion Boucicault of Arrah na Pogue when they were all four collegians in the queen's colleges it brought it all back again as fresh as ever Matt and Marcus and now there he was

That mouth of mandibles vowed to pure beauty

and his Arrah na Pogue

She, after a cough, murmurously then gave her firm order for tootsweet if he wouldn't please mind some though not too much of the six best national poetry quotations reflecting on the situation

drinking in long draughts of purest air serene and revelling in the great outdoors.

before the four of them

so long as it was a stroke or two above it's a fine night and yon moon shines bright and all to that, the plain fact of the matter being that being a natural born lover of nature in all her moods and senses, by the light of the moon, of the silvery moon she longed to spoon before her honeyoldmoon at the same time

promptly elocutionised to her a favourite lyrical bloom bellclear in iambic decasyllabic hexameter

and now thank God there were no more of them and he poguing and poguing they were listening

Rollon thoudeep andamp anddark blueo ceanroll! Lady, it was just too gorgeous for words, the whole sensation. The sea, of a lovely tint embellished by the best charms of nature, with its wellmannered wavelets (the dirty horrid rude ones from the Belfast and Lagan Lough neighbourhood being very properly locked up in cubbyhole)...

with their mouths watering so pass the pogue for Christ sake Amen listening and watering all the four Luke and Johnny MacDougall for anything at all for a cup of of kindness yet for four big tumblers of woman squash with them all four listening and spraining their ears and their mouths making water
Ah well sure that's the way and there was poor Matt Gregory leaning on his staff of memory and Gregory and the others and now really and truly they were four dear old heladies and they looked

looked really awfully pretty

so nice and respectable with their grey half tall hat and tailormade frock coat and then they had their fathom glasses to find out the fathoms and their tall hats just now like lord Powerscourt or the auctioneer there near the place near that street Trinity College that arranges all the auctions of valuable houses Smith like the auctioneer Smith or not Smith that sells all the fine houses and mansions James H North Mike North the auctioneer going to the horse show

the weather conditions could not possibly have been improved upon. Praises be to fair sea.

with all the people over from England and American visitors in his grey half tall hat and his fathom glasses to find out all the horses. And poor Marcus Lyons and poor Johnny and the four of us and there they were now listening the four saltwater widowers and all they could remember long long ago when my heart knew no care the landing of sir Arthur Casement in 1132 and the coronation of Brian by the bishop and then there was the drowning of Pharaoh and they were drowned in the sea the red sea and then poor Martin Cunningham out of the castle when he was drowned off Dunleary in the red sea and and then there was the Flemish Armada all scattered and all drowned off the coast of Cunningham and Saint Patrick and all they remembered and then there was the French fleet in 1132 landing under general Boche and there he was cuddling and poguing her in Arranapogue behind the queen's colleges. And then they used to give the lectures in Roman history in all the four collegians in the four trinity colleges Killorcure and Killthemall and Killeachother and Kilkelly-on-the-Flure

Her rôle was to roll onthedark blueo ceanroll that rolled on round the round roll that Robert Roly rolled round

those were the four great history colleges for auld lang syne

Breathtaking beauty, Ireland's bonniest

all the Roman history past and present and present and absent and past and present and future arma virumque romano. Ah dearo a dear how it all came back to them to hear him there kissing her and cuddling her

she did but gaze while from his altitude of onehundredandthirtytwo lines

in his Roman arms

his deepseapeepers gazed O gazed O dazedcrazedgazed into her darkblue rolling ocean orbs.

ah dearo dear it was so sorry for the four of us Poor Tom Tarpey and the four shehusbands the four waves in their hat and thank God they were all summarily divorced by their shehusbands in the bygone days but still they parted on the best of terms by decree absolute well they could remember Justice Squelchman in 1132 at the Married Male Offenders' Court in Arrahnapogue. Poor Johnny MacDougall and the four masters because she was backscratching all divorced by their four master and poor Marcus Powerscourt by decree absolute because he broke wind in the pew and because he forgot to make a request in writing on stamped paper before saying his grace before fish and then there was poor Dion Boucicault all divorced too poor Dion because he attempted to well he ah well now sure we won't be too hard on him attempted some hunnish familiarities after eating a bad crab in the red sea ah dearo dearo dear and where do you leave Matt poor Matt in his grey frock hat all divorced by woman squelch and all on account the appearance of his face poor Matt Gregory. of his mouth watering so now pass the face for Christ' sake Amen. Poor Matt Gregory

    Poor Martin Cunningham! And still and all they were always thinking of their four masters that were four beautiful sisters and there they were always counting the lovely periwinkle buttons in the front part of their dresses and there she was the beautiful four sisters and that was her name and they were looking for her everywhere in all the fathoms and then they had their night tentacles and they used to be all hanging around all the waists of the ships

having prealably dephlegmatised his guttur of that ticklish frog in the throat, ...with grand passion... By elevation of eyelids t'ward her dear coolun that She invoked insinuated desideration of more declaration. He was instant and he declared: — Isolde! O Isolde! Sister soul and hand! ...When theeuponthus Sir Tristan binoculises his most unwitting ego most subconsciously senses the deprofundity of multimathematical immaterialities whereby in the pancosmic urge the allimmanence of That Which Itself is Itself Alone exteriorates on this here our plane in disunited solid, liquid and gaseous bodies in pearlwhite passionpanting intuitions of reunited... Hear, O hear, all ye caller herring! Silent be,

selfhood in the higherdimensional selfless Allself... Milky Way, strew dim light!

the steamships and peering in through the steaming windows into the honeymoon cabins on board the big steamers and saloon ladies toilet apartments and rubbing off the cataract off the windows to see all the honeymooners and all the toilet ladies

—Thanks ever so much she sighed, thrilled by that olive throb of his nude neck, and ever so much again for that tiny quote. It sort of made everything ever so much more delightful. How perfectly sweet of you! ..he, rosecrumpler, thrilldriver, sighinspirer

and their familiarities saying their grace before meals 

Right here a pretty thing happened. When her flattering hand of pure diversion mayhap had jessaminely at the just right moment shut his duckhouse the vivid girl, deaf with love, (you know her, that angel being, one of passion's fadeless wonderwomen! You dote on her! You love her to death!) with a queer little cry reunited milkymouthily his her then their disunited lips when, tonguetasting the golden opportunity of a lifetime, quick as greased pigskin the Armorican champion with one virile tonguethrust drove the advance messenger of love flash past the double line of eburnean forwards rightjingbangshot into the goal of her gullet. Now, I am just putting it direct to you as one manowoman to another, what the blankety blank diggings do you for example candidly suppose that she, a strapping young modern old ancient Irish princess a good eighteen hands high and scaling nine stone twelve paddock weight in her madapolam smock with nothing under her hat but red hair and solid ivory not forgetting a firstrate pair of bedroom eyes of most unholy hazel cared at that precise psychoanalytical moment about tiresome old King Mark that tiresome old milkless ram with his duty peck and his bronchial tubes, the tiresome old ourangoutan beaver in his tiresome old twentytwoandsixpenny shepherd's plaid trousers? Not as much as a pinch of henshit and that's the meanest thing now was ever known since Adam was in the boy's navy. No, heaven knows, far from it, if the unvarnished truth must be told at the very first blush lovingly she lovegulped her American's pulpous propeller and both together in the most fashionable weather they all went off a lulliloving a dither me die me dandy O after which, believing in safety first, before the regulation ten seconds were up volatile Brittany considerately allowed his farfamed sparking plug chokegrip

and watering and there they used to be counting all their peributtons to remember her beautiful name poor Gregory and Johnny the four sisters and there she was now asthore as in days of yore of planxty Gregory they used to be always singing

from his toploftical voicebox:

and so now they started their singing

his useful arm getting busy on the touchline due south of her western shoulder, ...— I'm right glad I ran on to you, Tris, you fascinator you! Miss Erin said, when she had won free, laughing at the same time delightfully in dimpling bliss, being awfully bucked by her gratifying experience of the love embrace from a highly continental bigtimer the like of him possessed of a handsome face well worth watching with an interesting tallow complexion from which great things very expected as a film star for she fully realised that he was evidently a notoriety

and old Luke for auld luke syne and we make a cupboard coinerset for the pays savole shanghai..

[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...

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

275 "bucked up with fullness"

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

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

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

[♬ Brennan on the Moor]
prankquean

It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

VI.A "coat of 6 colours"

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

VI.A "ile of Chaldees"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Issy material mostly kept in main text:)

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

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

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

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

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

VI.A "in sober earnest"

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

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

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

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

"Alex... ander"

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

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

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

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

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

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

277.L "By lineal in pondus overthepoise."

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

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

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

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

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

VI.A "good milker"

287-288 "pulled up, bred and battered"

276.L "Superlative absolute of Porterstown."

VI.A "brought up on superlatives"

282.R "Auguria."

287.L "Wolsherwomens at their weirdst."

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

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

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

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

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

273 "Like lilt of larks"

Barney take me home again [sheetmusic]

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

(Issy material mostly dropped)

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

VI.A "read serial in tram"

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



VI.A "Ʌ a lot of unexciting trousers"

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

VI.A "wholly probable (holy parable)"

(Issy material moved to footnotes)

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

VI.A "Tossy Madden"

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

278.24 "A posy cord."

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

296.20 "arrahquinonthiance"

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

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

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

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

276.F "Parley vows the Askinwhose?"

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

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

278 "The rushes by the grey nuns' pond"

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

VI.A "today is thine whose tomorrow"

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

VI.A "$[ sees jinnies through telescope"

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

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

317.34 "like a dun darting dullemitter"

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

275.26 "But, bless his cowly head"

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

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

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

281 "shadows shadows multiplicating"


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

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

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

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

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

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

281 "And! Nay, rather!"

[letter/footnote]

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

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

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


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


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

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


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

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

fascina

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

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


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

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


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

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


The Customers, a bundle of representatives who are served by

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12 citizen-jurors
cf "bundle" of fasces?


Sanderson, a spoilcurate, butt of

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

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


Kate, cook-and-general.

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

heliotrope-the-color (the answer to the riddle of the color of Issy's panties) is not well-defined, violet-ish (flowers):

1st known use as color-word, 1880
also a mineral aka bloodstone


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

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


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

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


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

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


With nought a wired from the wordless either.

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not a word from the wireless
aether as 5th element


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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rapier wit, rapey-er
bander = to have a boner; branler = to masturbate
hast du vielleicht? = have you perhaps? (German)

carbuncle (gem)

(why is this future tense, and a single rather than 3 questions?)
(Glugg's guesses tend to be gem/colors, like heliotrope, as if he's gotten that hint?)
he is addressed by the group to go eff himself by all that's holy to tell it to the Ulster ultramarines
"troy... tory"


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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Gathering Nuts in May ♬


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

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cashmere stockings

shod/shoed/shoddy

pinafore

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

paraffin stove, 1892

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

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


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

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Devil's Punchbowl, Killarney

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

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

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

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

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

Gap of Dunloe, County Kerry

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

nothing on earth


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

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


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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



In his contrary this Mr. Neelsoen highly accurrect in his everythinks live here in black velvet sidden mangy years and got a baybay bucktooth coming on at 81. That why all parks up cited about his gunnfadder. That why he man with two purses agitating his theopot with walkabout shake from one 18 to one 18 bis. Old grand toucher up of your poetographies and he turn round quick red if some make one noise. A fact. True bill. By a jury of matrons. And his thing went the whole way up Suffogate Street.



[HSW: "one of Mr. Joyce's favorite passages"]
But who comes yond with pire on poletop? He who relights the moon. and the hag they call Coverfew hists from her lane. And haste 'tis time for bairn to hame. Da'mselle's, we comeho to roo.



Helpmeat too, he tell princes of the age about. who not knows she early wronged by whomsoever. and whenceforward terrified of mountains?



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



[Hayman's chaos]



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



Bang!
Lukkedoerendunandurraschindilooshoofermoyportertooryzooy.
Byfall!



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