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This was apparently intended in 1933 as the opening of FW II.2, but in 1934 Joyce came up with a different opening, and in 1935 when he submitted the chapter to transition he dropped this material altogether.
Eventually in 1937 he picked out some scattered passages and worked them into the middle of the final II.2. I've traced many of these at the end of this page.
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And as, these things being so or ere those things having been done, way back home in Pacata Aubernia, little untilled Holy greeny iland, gammel Eire, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, our topiocal sagon hero, signs is on the bellyguds bastille back, bucked up with fullness, and his white patch, the towelturbaned, 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) 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, are head bent hard upon their theorems.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 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 an her hantle coorts enticin amy looky lass may be prived of a pleat or so.
It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled. Dogs' vespers (dodge the gobbet from cor to occur, cheat your choker and chew the cud) are at end. The fireraisers imbushed. Yet wind will be ere fruminy time (with 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. 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.
What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old chiefline in his sevencoloured sundaykilts of fall wear, must be 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!
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 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, a couple and an odd one they strive and in earnest of kidlambs.
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. 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 a pillar? 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, 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?
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?) 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! Antruist 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 convuslions that Barney take her home again? 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 unintersting 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. 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. 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. 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 è 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 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 the length of saying: a very good thing too. Groomsman, bridegame, spouseman, prey. Though her loinstones be of jade and her moon increscent, she will swoon over Percy Busshe so as, in the Askimwhose, to get a crush on the cornerman and only learn from a 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 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.
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 missus was to velivole back all the ways by long acres of sea from Wallhollow and through their macroscope telluspeep of whatswhatness, just boyjones upon those obscolene pages, she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shake all to sheeks. 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 acolryte, suckled at the breast of a peasant fosteress, 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 the sacred rattle, oriented actually though he be, 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 but is ating, as he thinks at present, for his private salivation of the petrified knuts of knowledge and margaritomancymaking 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 sugarly swear but butter would not melt in his probreeches) and piling up sapience, an omnitude of jadg and daktar as sagely as Anisocrates or gautamned budder.
And.
Nay, rather.
Till wranglers for wringawrowdy ready are, and ere commences the commencement lead us seek, O jenny of eves the frivolest, who fleest from the fan but wouldst attach thee to thy thick eschewer.
Notes: (May 1926)
Interior of hotel. [siglum for 12 citizens]
Paschal lambtable [HCE] fights [ALP] (formerly)
Studies [combo Shaun-Shem siglum with diagonal slash]
[Issy] tells story in bed to [Shaun-Shem]
First draft (1933)
Scribbledehobbles are at their pensums. Trifid tongue and dove without gall to solve dulcarnon's dire dilemma what stumped bold Alexander and drove him to pulfer turnips. But what a world of weariness is theirs. For how many guldens would one walk now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all serve them in an after world. Will it make of one a good milker? Will he go away and not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches per day? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt Barney take me home again? As long as Una reads serials in a bummeltrain the worst at last at least may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Many + mary Meg. Why ask her sense from what she's read since every annal has its own aroma? Quid vobis videtur? And even the remembering a tree is too beautiful for her to listen. Small blame to her then if she shook her shoe off at geography class, doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulove heard round the world.
Second draft
While standfast and flower discusst the past and walking progress hinks linkafuss foremost scribbledehobbles are bent on their pensums. And if that three could solve a twohornheaded dulcarnon that stumped Alex among anders and drove him to pulfer turnips. And, my hat, what a worldall of weariness is theirs waiting to hear their proper mistakes! For how many guldens would one post now to the pillar? For one hundred? For one hundred's thousand? And to what will't all sewrve them in an after reeraw life? Will it make of one a good milker the having been brought up on superlatives? Or will he go away in a peajacket and just not be silly? Or where will he find funds to smoke a whole box of matches diurnally? Or if she makes an earth of heaven will she lilt that Barney to take her home again? For so long as shes read serials in a bummeltrain with a lot of uninteresting trousers hanging around it is as wholly probable as a holy parable that the worst at least at last may happen, such as go to meet Mary, miss Mamy and marry Meg. Why ask her or Tossy Madden sense from anything that shred since every annual has its own aroma? Quos vobis videtur? Even remembering of a tree is too beautiful for her to listen.Small blame be her's therefore if she shook her off at geography class doing rivers of India with a whisper of wilfulness heard round the giddying globe!
Beware of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla. And her hand that's as gloveless as a peer's in the presence and how both will be ready maid marrying when Jollicomes matching home. She may swoon over Shelly to get a crush on the coalman or learn from Dalcroze how to drop her umbrella, but her true line is to beg two makes for a wing but when there's no more tay for sugar the cosy.
He who will either be crowned or hanged learns history's errors from the parrotbeak of Datars, foully traduced for the usages of dauphins of the meter of Herodotus or Noah's misbelieving Annalfabetter, missus was thick about those pages, she wd. laugh that flat that after she had sanked down on her fat arks they were all of a sheeks. This while he will be the walker as far as him, sees not her signings nor the multiplying of her shadow but is ating, as he thuks of the knuts of knowledge so as to befit him for the massacre of the ignorants though still preserving his stained glass effect (you wd think butter wouldn't melt in his breeches)
Third draft (partial)
(after typing this much I decided to create this page which includes the extra insertions, too... but I offer this (slightly earlier) version rather than throw it away)
While way back home in Pacata Hibernia, little land, one word burrowing on another, Standfest, our topical hero, signs is on his big bastille back and his white patch, the towelturbaned, and Flower, a silvering for 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, 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) discusst the past, his sea arms round her, her eyne ashipwracked, the angerache of their love and the hungerbrood it bore 'em, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are head bent hard upon their pensums.It is turned of seven with eight chimes all tolled. Dogs' vespers are at end. Yet wind will be ere fruminy time and the saying of fadervor be come and asterisks answer the most devouted of us until it gets bright and 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 outbreak in dawn song. What a terrible piece of business surely for such as keep his peace and follow his war, that old king of the sevencoloured sundaysuit must be killed off withsamt his dam and embalmed in honey for dynastic continuity, rivers breaking forth for joy at his funeral!
But, trifid tongue, others woo will and work for 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 with her whose mind's a jilldaw's nest 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, a couple and an odd one they strive and in earnest.
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. 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 a pillar? 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, 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?
Hayman couldn't tell where this very late insertion belonged: "while pas pas on the ark of 3 ?or ?6,000 tossings"
More notes [context]
A-Personal 1 "scribbledehobble"
A-Personal 4 "nice bit of fluff"
A-Personal 20 "they were on that sea 300 years"
A-Personal 32 "[truf] trifid tongue"
A-Personal 34 "S P dove without gall"
A-Personal 35 "dulcarnon = 2 horned"
A-Personal 36 "47th prop of Euclid or Alexander's 2 horn heads"
A-Personal 39 "to pulfer turnips"
A-Personal 57 "for how much would you walk to Barcola"
A-Personal 59 "good milker"
A-Personal 72 "go away + don't be silly"
A-Personal 76 "reeraw"
A-Personal 78 "my hat"
A-Personal 82 "smokes a whole box of matches"
A-Personal 84 "Irish colleen in heaven sings Barney, take me home again"A-Personal 100 "read ?serial in tram"
A-Personal 103 "$/\ a lot of unexciting trousers"
A-Personal 105 "wholly probable (holy parable)"
A-Personal 109 "brought up on superlatives"
A-Personal 110 "go to meet girl meet other man"
A-Personal 111 "giggly chair"
A-Personal 114 "annuals (flowers)"
A-Personal 120 "Tossy Madden"
A-Personal 126-127 "quid vobis videtur? extra omnes"
A-Personal 139 "$I trees too beautiful for her to listen"
A-Personal 144 "$I takes off shoes at ?he dinner"
A-Personal 145 "T's whisper heard in Pekin"
A-Personal 152 "$[ listens to hear his own mistakes"
A-Personal 155 "Kathleen's mind a jackdaw's nest"
A-Personal 156 "$I3 tears up letters"
A-Personal 157 "other's work or woo for T"
A-Personal 169 "backslappe gladhandler"
A-Personal 177 "hair in queer mood"
A-Personal 178 "$E + $A discuss the past"
A-Personal 180 "was she thin or was she fat as a hen in the forehead"A-Personal 182 "face full of flesh"
A-Personal 190 "dimity"
A-Personal 191 "duck"
A-Personal 207 "wraparound skirt"
A-Personal 211 "hungerbrood"
A-Personal 216 "lean on your lentils"
A-Personal 241 "one word ?borrows another"
A-Personal 245 "towel on his head"
A-Personal 246 "Airyanna + Bluebart"
A-Personal 249 "sea of ark"
A-Personal 255 "theophilus"
A-Personal 257-258 "big bug, ark sea fog, fog sick man, man say God, God see fog."A-Personal 265 "royal pair"
A-Personal 287 "spellbound"
A-Personal 328 "Trinidad shell cocoa"
A-Personal 333 "cobbler bulk"
A-Personal 342 "marble mantels"
A-Personal 356 "bulrushes"
A-Personal 393 "singing likeness"
When Joyce chopped up Pacata Aubernia in 1937, he arrayed the bits across FW275-81 (including L-R-F left-, right-, and foot-notes). The ones I've spotted are re-arranged here in the original order, as above. (I skip a line between paragraphs.)
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275: And as, these things being so or ere those things having done, way back home in Pacata Auburnia, (untillably holy gammel Eire) one world burrowing on another... Standfest, our topiocal sagon hero... signs is on the bellyguds bastille back, bucket up with fullness, ant silvering to her jubilee, birchleaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage full of flesh ant fat as a hen's i' forehead, Airyanna ant Blowyhart topsirturvy, that royal pair in their palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat ant Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know) his seaarm strongsround her, her... 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 heat bent and hard upon.276: At Brannan's on the moor. At Tam Fanagan's weak yat his still's going strang
276F: A liss in hunterland.275: chimes... all tolled
276: Dogs' vespers are anending.
277-78: 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.
276: Yet wind will be ere fadervor and the hour of fruminy... if Nippon have pearls or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking out!
276: long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken and birds Diana with dawnsong hail.
276: hearsemen276: we keep is peace who follow his law, Sunday King
277: His sevencoloured's soot
277F: with sant their dam
277F: in Millickmaam's honey like they use to emballem
275R: DYNASTIC CONTINUITY
277: rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnrally281: trifid tongues
276: the backslapping gladhander, free of his florid future and the other singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars... dove without gall. And she, of the jilldaw's nest who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon.
276F: My goldfashioned bother276L: Some is out for twoheaded dulcarnons but more pulfers turnips.
275-6: hat, what a world's woe is each's other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own properer mistakes
277L: By lineal in pondus overthepoise.
278: The rushes276L: Superlative absolute of Porterstown.
276L: Saving the public his health.
278F: And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was
276F: apholster's... at long leash... in his dapplepied bed
277F: his dripping ducks
276F: hoydenname
278: A posy cord.
278: Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear.275F: My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia.
281: whispered wilfulness
278: Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla!
280: Pious and pure fair one
278: Coalmansbell (2DV)
276F: my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes.
276F: What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon's increscent.
278F: swoon
276F: Askinwhose?278: grey nuns
275: Today is well thine but where's may tomorrow be. 275L: Two makes a wing
275F: It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look.
275L: the parrotbook of dates.
275F: Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born.
275F: hairyoddities
275F: Only noane told missus of her massas behaving
275: velivole
275L: at the macroscope telluspeep.
275F: boyjones
275F: she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks.
275: bless his cowly head
277F? to suckle... popes
277? a foster's other... The wellingbreast
277F: Will ye nought would wet your weapons
276F: He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards276L: knutshedell
281: Margaritomancy!
278L: Pitchcap and triangle
277F: The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not melt down his dripping ducks.
276L: Omnitudes
277L: Jady jewel, our daktar deer.
277L: Gautamed budders
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