FDV: "Hence it is no easy matter to identify the individual with already an inclination to baldness who was asked by some boardschool children to tell them the story. It was the Lord's day and the request was put to the party as he sat smoking for a smoke in his pasttime of executing empty bottles."
The "Qui fuit" (Who was) genealogy from the Book of Kells (KJV: 'which was the son of'):
FW (He was): Ei fù (Italian), Booil (Russian byl) , He was (English), Han var (Danish), Bhi she (Irish bhí sé), Fuitfuit (Latin fuit). Also? Fosti (Italian you were)
So the 'chain of rumor' against HCE is being equated with Luke's genealogy for Jesus.
"Father Dan Browne, tea and toaster to that quaintestest of yarnspinners...
Padre Don Bruno, treu and troster to the queen of Iar-Spain"
FDV: "Shorty disappeared from the surface of the earth so completely as to lead one to suppose that his habitat had become the interior. Then was the reverend, the sodality director that fashionable vice preacher to whom society ladies often became so enthusiasticaly attached and was a nondescript who sometimes wore a raffle ticket in his hat & was openly guilty of malpractice with his tableknife the cad with a pipe encountered by HCE? It is a well authenticated fact that the average human face changes its shape with the passing of years."
4DV: "Shorty disappeared from the surface of the earth so entirely as to
lead the speculative to opine that it came to pass that he (who
possessed a large amount of the humorous) had removed his habitat to the
interior. Again, was the reverend, the sodality director that
fashionable vice preacher to whom sinning society sirens (vide the daily
press) at times became so enthusiastically attached and was an
objectionable ass who very occasionally wore a raffle ticket in his hat
and was openly convicted of malpractices with his tableknife that same
cad with a pipe encountered by Humphrey Chimpden? It is a well authenticated fact that the average human face changes its shape with the passing of years. "
FDV: "O'Donnell is said to have enlisted at the time of the Crimean war under the name of Buckley. Peter Cloran, at the suggestion of the Master in Lunacy, became an inmate of an aslyum. Treacle Tom passed away painlessly in a state of nature propelled into a great beyond by footblows of his last bedfellows, 3 Norwegian sailors."
4DV: "O'Donnell, somewhat depressed by things, is said to have accepted the (Saxon) king's shilling on the outbreak of the Crimean war, enlisting under the name of Blanco Buckley. Peter Cloran, at the suggestion of the master in lunacy, became an inmate of an asylum. Treacle Tom passed away painlessly one hallow e'en in a state of nature, propelled into the great beyond by footblows of his last bedfellows, three Norwegians of the seafaring class."
FDV: "A cloud of witnesses indeed! Yet all these are as much now no more as were they not yet or had they then not ever been. Of Hosty, quite a musical genius in small way, the end is unknown."
4DV: "A cloud of witnesses indeed! Yet all of these are now as much no more
as were they not yet now or had they then not ever been. Of Hosty,
quite a musical genius in a small way, the end is unknown."
FDV: "He was strolling around the
It was in this zoological garden
He was strolling around by the monument
Poor old humpty Hippopotamus
When he opened the backdoor of the omnibus
He caught his death of fusiliers
His death of fusiliers
And he'll lose his ears
But wait
Tis a great pity, so it is, for missus [...] & children
But wait till his missus legitimate
When she gets a grip of old Earwicker
There'll be earwigs on the green?
Big earwigs on the green
Then we'll have a grand celebration
For to sod the bold son scandinavian
And we'll bury him down,
in Oxmanstown
Where he'll [...]"
"Where from? roars Poolbeg. Cookingha'pence, he bawls Donnez-moi scampitle, wick an wipin' fampiny" (I see a poor foreigner arriving (like young Joyce) with his family, by ship at the Poolbeg lighthouse, interrogated in English but replying in other languages. Be sure that Joyce had a deeper purpose than easy comedy in squeezing in all those syllables)
"He'll Cheat E'ERawan our LOcal lads nickNAMED him"
"And 'tis short till Sheriff CLANcy'll be winding up his unLIMited COMpany"
"The hooKER of that..." only fits the meter if you say hooKER
"EBlana"
"Saw his BLACK and tan MAN-o'-war,"
"On THE harbour bar"
"Thok's MIN gammelhole Norveegickes MONiker"
"fafafather of all schemes for to bother us" (suggests Bloom)
[seven dry Sundays a week] curse attributed in Ulysses to the Citizen's dog, Garryowen
"To the pe-e-e-nal JAIL of MountJOY" 'penal' gets three eighthnotes
"Mare's MILK for the..." (odd emphasis)
"Like the BUMPing..."
"Hisbutter IS in his horns"
FDV: "Have you heard of a Humptydumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And hifat like Oliver Crumple
Behind the magazine wall
of the the magazine wall
I'm afraid my dairyman darling
Like the
All your butter
I'll go bail like the bull of the Cow
All your butter is
in your horn
He was one time the King of our castle
Now he's kicked about like any old parsnip
And from Green street by order of his Worship
He'll be shipped the jail of Mountjoy
The jail of Mountjoy.
Jail him and joy
He had schemes in his head for to bother us
Stage coaches & wealth for the populace
Cow's milk for the sick, seven Sundays a week,
Openair love & prisons reform
& prisons reform
But why then, says you, couldn't he manage it.
I'll go bail, my big dairyman darling
Like the limping bull of the Cassidy's
All your butter is in your
His butter is in his horns
Butter his horns
Sure leave it to Hosty, frosty fiddler, leave it to Hosty to ran the rann, the wran of all ranns."
