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What was thaas? Fog was whaas? Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth.But really now whenabouts? Expatiate then how much times we live in. Yes?
FDV: What was thass? Fog wass? Listen, Souly me, deary-- Too mult sleepth. Less me sleepl.
tumult; sleepless + steeple?
So, nat by night by naught by naket... while kinderwardens minded their twinsbed, therenow theystood, the sycomores, all four of them... at their pussycorners... And listening.
FDV: And natt by naught by night by naked. while kinderwardens minded the twins' bed, the four of them, in their pussycorners, listening,
Mamalujo watch over the four corners of the boys' shared bed.
So gladdied up when nicechild Kevin Mary (who was going to be commandeering chief of the choirboys' brigade the moment he grew up under all the auspices) irishsmiled in his milky way of cream dwibble and onage tustard and dessed tabbage, frighted out when badbrat Jerry Godolphing (who was hurrying to be cardinal scullion in a night refuge as bald as he was cured enough unerr all the hospitals) furrinfrowned down his wrinkly waste of methylated spirits, ick, and lemoncholy lees, ick, and pulverised rhubarbarorum, icky;
FDV: so gladded when niceboy Kevin Mary (who was going to be a benefacturist of bonbons) smiled but so frightied of when boldbrat Jerry Godolphing (who was going to fall to remain a chemicomicker of cruxnuts as soon as he was bald enough) frowned asleep
Mamalujo are gladdened by Shaun but frightened of Shem. Shem's baldness is also a monk's tonsure.
(the splendid word 'cruxnuts' appears nowhere else on the Internet!)
night by silentsailing night while infantina Isobel (who will be blushing all day to be, when she growed up one Sunday... when she took the veil, the beautiful presentation nun, so barely twenty, in her pure coif, sister Isobel, and next Sunday... still as beautiful and still in her teens, nurse Saintette Isabelle, with stiffstarched cuffs but on... Easter mornings... the wonderful widow of eighteen springs, Madame Isa Veuve La Belle, so sad but lucksome in her... weeper's veil) for she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize,
FDV: night by night while sister Isabel, for she was the only girl they loved, because she was the only girl they prize,
nun at 20; nurse at 19?; widow at 18 (cf Gerty in Nausikaa?) [more]
because of the way... she is bound to be... the darling of my heart, sleeping in her april cot... with her greengageflavoured candywhistle duetted to the crazyquilt, Isobel, she is so pretty, truth to tell, wildwood's eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so wild, in mauves of moss and daphnedews, how all so still she lay, neath of the whitethorn, child of tree, like some losthappy leaf, like blowing flower stilled, as fain would she anon, for soon again 'twill be, win me, woo me, wed me, ah weary me! deeply, now evencalm lay sleeping;
FDV: because of the way she was the darling of my heart, sleeping, in her snug cot in other room bluebell eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so wild in mauve and daphne sleeping, now all so still she lay, like leaf, like flower, like dew would she and soon 'twill be, sleeping, how evencalm lay sleeping
nowth upon nacht, while in his tumbril Wachtman Havelook seequeerscenes... punkt by his curserbog, went long the grassgross bumpinstrass... stowing his bottle in a hole for at whet his whuskle... sequestering for lovers' lost propertied offices the leavethings from allpurgers' night... kikkers, brillers, knappers and bands, handsboon and strumpers, sminkysticks and eddiketsflaskers;
FDV: nox upon nacht while watchman Havelook Seequeersense, punkt by his cursbog, went long the way seequestering all love's propertied offices, the leavethings of loafersnight, kikkers, brillers, knappers and bands, handshoes and strumpers, sminkysticks and eddiketflaskers,
wan fine night and the next fine night and last find night while Kothereen the Slop in her native's chambercushy... was basquing to her pillasleep how she thawght a knogg came to the dowanstairs dour at that howr... and dowandshe went... to see was it... Shuhorn the posth with a tillycramp for Hemself and Co, Esquara, or them four hoarsemen on their apolkaloops, Norreys, Soothbys, Yates and Welks,
FDV: Nightly mean while Katherine the Slop in her old chamber cushy was saying to herself how she heard knock came to the door in that hour and she went to see was it Shaun the posht with a telegram
this echoes Maurice Behan and the batter at the gate in ch3 [qv] and (slightly) Treacle Tom snoring HCE's secrets in ch2 [qv]
McH: N, S, E, W
and, galorybit of the sanes in hevel, there was a crick up the stirkiss and when she ruz the cankle to see, galohery, downand she went on her knees to blessersef that were knogging together like milkjuggles as if it was... old Kong Gander O'Toole of the Mountains or his googoo goosth she seein, sliving off over the sawdust lobby out ofthe backroom... that was everywans in turruns, in his honeymoon trim, holding up his fingerhals... for her to whisht, you sowbelly, and the whites of his pious eyebulbs swering her to silence and coort;
FDV: and glory bit of the saints in heaven there was a creak on the stairs and when she ruz the candle to see, down she went on her knees that were knocking like milkjugs like as if it was the old fellows ghost she saw coming out of one of the under rooms in that trim with his finger up for her to whist, and his goo eyes swearing her to silence
one of the rooms -> one of the under rooms -> backroom that was everyone's in turn (ie, the WC?)
in that trim -> in his female trim -> in his honeymoon trim (ie, naked???)
with his finger up -> holding up his finger hat (if naked, then probably erect with condom?)
McH: Hals = neck (German)
cf the Clongowes ghost [Portrait]
each and every juridical sessions night, whenas goodmen twelve and true... in their numbered habitations tried old wireless... in their juremembers, whereas... they found him guilty of their and those imputations of fornicolopulation with two of his albowcrural correlations on whom he was said to have enjoyed by anticipation... whose colours at standing up from the above were of a pretty carnation
FDV: every night while twelve good men + true in their numbered habitations tried him in their minds + found him guilty on the imputations of fornication minus copulation
McH: albo-crural = white-legged (FDV: pretty carnations -> corans correlations)
whose colours = color of underwear? (cf ch9)
fornication minus copulation: discussed by Aquinas [qv] (maybe: fornication implies lust (feeling), copulation implies coupling (action)?)
but, if really 'twere not so, of some deretane denudation with intent to excitation... among firearmed forces proper to this nation but... which, he said, was under heat pressure and a good mitigation without which in any case he insists upon being worthy of continued alimentation for him having displayed, he says, such grand toleration,
FDV: or if 'twere not so, deretane denudation with intent to excitation of firearmed forces of the nation but with family pressures as mitigation and in any case he being worthy of remuneration for his having displayed so much toleration,
McH: deretano = posterior (Italian)
reprobate... and all, as he was... for denying transubstantiation nevertheless in respect of his highpowered station, whereof more especially as probably he was meantime suffering genteel tortures from the best medical attestation, as he oftentimes did, having only strength enough... to implore... on everybody connected with him the curse of coagulation
FDV: reprobate and all as he was in respects to his high station more especially as he was suffering from a medical attestation having only strength enough to implore for all concerned the curses of coagulation
cf HCE at the start of ch4 [qv]: "It may be... that with his deepseeing insight... he conscious of enemies... prayed... during that three and a hellof hours' agony of silence... with unfeigned charity that his wordwounder... might... unfold into the first of a distinguished dynasty of his posteriors..." (1923 version [qv], current when ch16 drafted: "It may be that with his deepseeing insight (had not wishing often been but good time wasted) H.C.E. prayed all through that three and half hour's agony in silence with unfeigned charity that his wordwounder might unfold into the first of a distinguished dynasty, his most besetting of ideas being the formation, as in more favoured climes, of a truly criminal stratum, thereby at last eliminating much general delinquency from all classes and masses with directly derivative decasualisation.")
for... if he was still extremely offensive to a score and four nostrils' dilatation, still he was likewise, on the other side of him, for some nepmen's eyes a delectation, as he asserts without the least alienation, so prays of his faullt you would make obliteration
FDV: for by all that's holy if he was offensive to the nostrils on the other side has distinctly the eye's delectation
he smelled bad but he looked good?
McH: NEP = New Economic Policy (USSR 1920s)
but for our friend behind the bars... summing him up to be done, be what will of excess his exaltation, still we think with Sully there can be no right extinuation for contravention of common and statute legislation for which the fit remedy resides, for Mr Sully, in corporal amputation: so three months for Gubbs Jeroboam, the frothwhiskered pest of the park, as per act one, section two, schedule three, clause four of the fifth of King Jark, this sentence to be carried out tomorrowmorn by Nolans Volans at six o'clock shark, and may the yeastwind and the hoppinghail malt mercy on his seven honeymeads and his hurlyburlygrowth, Amen, says the Clarke;
FDV: but summing him up to hyperborean exaltation is no contravention to our statute + common legislation so three months for the pest of the park, as per act one, section two, schedule three of the first of King Jark, this sentence to be carried out tomorrow morn at six o'clock shark + may the hail of mercy on his hurlyburlygrowth. Amen says the clerk!
McH: Sir Edward Clarke defended Oscar Wilde (and lost)
niece by nice by neat by natty... nine with twenty Leixlip yearlings, darters all, had such a ripping time with gleeful cries of what is nice toppingshaun made of made for and weeping like fun, him to be gone, for they were never happier, huhu, than when they were miserable, haha;
FDV: nice by nice by neat by natt nine + twenty Leixlip yearlings had such a lovely time playing what is little shaun made of made of and weeping like fun, him to be gone, for they were never happier than when they were miserable
in their bed of trial, on the bolster of hardship, by the glimmer of memory, under coverlets of cowardice, Albatrus Nyanzer with Victa Nyanza, his mace of might mortified, her beautifell hung up on a nail... they are, as sure as dinny drops into the dyke...
(final ellipsis is Joyce's)
McH: albatross
McH: Albert and Victoria Nyanza = two western reservoirs of the Nile
A cry off.
Where are we at all? and whenabouts in the name of space?
I don't understand. I fail to say. I dearsee you too.
FDV: A cry, off. Tell me something. Where are we at all?
House of the cederbalm of mead... Stagemanager's prompt. Interior of dwelling on outskirts of city... Chamber scene. Boxed. Ordinary bedroom set. Salmonpapered walls. Back, empty Irish grate, Adam's mantel, with... soot and tinsel, condemned... No curtains. Blind drawn. South, party wall. Bed for two with strawberry bedspread... Bookshrine without, facetowel upon. Chair for one.
FDV: Interior of home on the outskirts of city. Ordinary bedroom set. Bed for two. Chair for one.
outskirts of city: Chapelizod
bookshrine: implies Bible? (but facetowel makes this unlikely-- you don't leave towels on shrines)
Woman's garments on chair. Man's trousers with crossbelt braces, collar on bedknob. Man's corduroy surcoat... on nail. Woman's gown on ditto. Over mantelpiece picture of Michael, lance, slaying Satan, dragon with smoke. Small table near bed, front. Bed with bedding. Spare. ...Lighted lamp without globe, scarf, gazette, tumbler, quantity of water... man's gummy article, pink.A time.
FDV: Woman's clothes on chair. Man's trousers, collar with tie on bedknob. Linen coat on nail, well right. Woman's gown on ditto, ditto left. Small table near bed, front. Lamp without globe, newspaper, Saint Andrew's tie, glass etc on table. Time: about four a.m.
collar with tie: lower middle class? (picture HCE tending bar in a tie, with suspenders and a corduroy coat)
gazette: which one?
not found by AltaVista [search pattern]: "Saint Andrew's tie"
gummy article: a condom-- contraband in Ireland-- possibly unused (but if this is Bloom and Molly see [theory])
four a.m.: in mid-1931 in notebook B31, according to Rose's Textual Diaries of JJ, Joyce assigned hours to chapters II.1 thru II.4, just as he had in the Ulysses schemata: [qv]
8-9 Children's hour 9-10 A little learning 10-11 hist. survey 11-12 open air debate
(Rose considers that Joyce moved the debate of II.4 into II.3 in order to wedge T&I and Mmlj into II.4 at the last minute.)
continuing the FW-schema, III.1 would be 12-1, III.2 would be 1-2, III.3 would be 2-3, and III.4 should now be 3am not yet 4. (longshot: II.3 is 10-12 and II.4 is 12-1?)
Act: dumbshow.
Closeup. Leads.Man with nightcap, in bed, fore. Woman, with curlpins, hind. Discovered. Side point of view. First position of harmony... Check action... Male partly masking female. Man looking round, beastly expression, fishy eyes... exhibits rage. Business. Ruddy blond... beer wig, gross build, episcopalian, any age. Woman, sitting, looks at ceiling, haggish expression, peaky nose, trekant mouth, fithery wight, exhibits fear. Welshrabbit teint, Nubian shine, nasal fossette, turfy tuft, undersized, free kirk, no age. Closeup. Play!
McH: trekant = triangle (Danish); fossette = dimple; free kirk = Free Church of Scotland
Closeup: so this is a screenplay, not a stageplay?
FDV: Man with nightcap in bed, fore, Woman with curlpins, discovered. First position. Man looking round, beastly expression, exhibits rage. ruddy blond, large build, any age. Woman, sitting up, looks at ceiling: haggish expression, beaky nose, exhibits fear: sallow tint, undersized, any age.
ruddy blond: HCE is Scandanavian
Costello suggests this is the Eagle House in Roundtown ca1861, with Issy being Joyce's mother May [timeline]
ca1900 Joyce tested his skills as a writer with a series of "Silhouettes" that acted out dramas solely as shadows on a windowshade
Callboy. Cry off Tabler. Her move.
Footage.
By the sinewy forequarters of the mare Pocahontas... you should have seen how that smart sallowlass just hopped a nanny's gambit out of bunk like old mother Mesopotomac and in eight and eight sixtyfour she was off, door, knightlamp with her, billy's largelimbs prodgering after to queen's lead. Promiscuous Omebound to Fiammelle la Diva. Huff! His move. Blackout.
FDV: Cry, off. By the sinewy forequarters of the mare Pocahontas, you should have seen how that little sallowlass hopped out of bed and in one, five, and nine she was gone and the lamp with her and biglimbs in the gloom of her wake.
Tabler: Shem was called Negoist Cabler in ch15
McH: 'Footage' = 'Lights camera action' (filmmaking)
McH: Pocahontas = English racehorse
McH: Her move - gambit - sixtyfour - His move = chessgame
McH: Mesopotamia + Potomac (river references)
McH: huff = checkers term
one, five, and nine: every four hours (eg, feeding schedule for baby? who's now, at 4am, an hour ahead of schedule?)
ch15 [qv] begins with Mamalujo drawn by Yawn's cries: "Most distressfully... to wail he did... Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing... When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the home fires burning, so on the churring call themselves came at him..." It may be they arrived before ALP woke, and that all of III.1-3 takes place in the minute or two before 4am.
Circus. Corridor. Shifting scene. Wall flats... Spotlight working wall cloths. Spill playing rake and bridges.
McH: Spiel = play (German); rook and bishops (chess)
Room to sink: stairs to sink behind room. Two pieces... Replay.The old humburgh looks a thing incomplete so. It is so. On its dead. But it will pawn up a fine head of porter when it is finished. In the quicktime. The castle arkwright put in a chequered staircase certainly. It has only one square step, to be steady, yet notwithstumbling are they stalemating backgammoner supstairs by skips and trestles tiltop double corner. Whist while and game...
FDV: The house looks a thing incomplete but it will be fine when it is finished. The arkwright put in a staircase certainly: it has only one step to take but all the more they are going upstairs.
in ch13 [qv] the Gracehoper's summerhouse was unfinished because he preferred to play.
(is this the staircase where Kate saw old Kong Gander O'Toole?)
How hominous his house, haunt it? Yesses indead it be! Nogen, of imperial measure, is begraved beneadher. Here are his naggins poured, his alladim lamps. Around the bloombiered, booty with the bedst. For them whom he have fordone make we newly thankful!
tavern = treasure-grave of ROC [vignette] (and of Bloom?)
McH: nogen er begravet = someone is buried (Danish); beneden = below (Dutch); Bluebeard; Beauty and the Beast; fordone = vertan = destroyed (German)
Tell me something. The Porters, so to speak... are very nice people, are they not? Very, all fourlike tellt. And on this wise, Mr, Porter (Bartholomew, heavy man, astern, mackerel shirt...) is an excellent forefather and Mrs Porter (leading lady, a poopahead, gaffneysaffron nightdress...) is a most kindhearted messmother. A so united family pateramater is not more existing on papel or off of it. As keymaster fits the lock it weds so this bally builder to his streamline secret. They care for nothing except everything that is allporterous... Isn't that terribly nice of them? You can ken that they come of a rarely old family by their costumance... I think I begin to divine so much...
FDV: Tell me something. The Porters are very nice people, are they not? Very. Mr. Porter (behind, in mackerel shirt) is an excellent father and Mrs Porter (leading, in saffron bun nightdress) is a most kindhearted mother. They care for nothing except what is porter. One can see they come of a very old family by their costumes. I think I begin to divine your point somehow.
in ch9 of Ulysses [qv], Stephen cites Aquinas's view of incest as "an avarice of the emotions"
Here are two rooms on the upstairs, at forkflank and at knifekanter. Whom in the wood are they for? Why, for little Porter babes, to be saved! ...Here is onething you owed two noe. This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the other one nighadays. Ah so? The Corsicos? They are numerable. Guest them... Who sleeps in now number one, for example? A pussy, purr esimple... but how sweet of her! Has your pussy a pessname? Yes, indeed, you will hear it passim in all the noveletta and she is named Buttercup. Her bare name will tellt it, a monitress. How very sweet of her and what an excessively lovecharming missyname to forsake, now that I come to drink of it filtred, a gracecup fulled of bitterness.
FDV: Here are two rooms on the upstairs, on the fork side and the knife side. Whom are they for? Why, for little porters, to be saved. Ah, so? Who sleeps in number one? A pussy. How sweet of her! Has your pussy a name? Yes, indeed, and she is named Buttercup. How very sweet of her! And what an excessively charming name now that I come to drink of it, a cups fulled with butter.
fork, knife: children = dinner?
Buttercup: Gilbert and Sullivan's HMS Pinafore [lyrics]
McH: filtred = Isolde's bitter love potion
She is dadad's lottiest daughterpearl and brooder's cissiest auntybride. Her shellback thimblecasket mirror only can show her dearest friendeen... A more intriguant bambolina could one not colour up out of Boccuccia's Enameron... Mother of moth! ...Approach not for ghost sake! Itis dormition! She may think, what though little doth she realise, as morning fresheth, it hath happened her, you know what, as they too what two dare not utter... Petticoat's asleep but in the gentlenest of her thoughts apoo is a nursepin...
McH: Isolde was technically Tristan's aunt
McH: bambola = doll dressed as grownup woman (Italian)
McH: dormition = righteous sleep of Virgin Mary
Alone? Alone what? I mean, our strifestirrer, does she do fleurty winkies with herself. Pussy is never alone... for she can always look at Biddles and talk petnames with her little playfilly when she is sitting downy on the ploshmat. O, she talks, does she? Marry, how? Rosepetalletted sounds. Ah Biddles es ma plikplak. Ah plikplak wed ma Biddles.
FDV: Alone? Alone what? I mean does asleep with herself? She is never lonely for she can always look and talk to her little playfilly. O she talks, does she? Ah Biddles es ma plikplak ah plek wat Biddles.
plikplak ?= playmate (babytalk)
A nice jezebel barytinette she will gift but I much prefer her missnomer in maidenly golden lasslike gladsome wenchful flowery girlish beautycapes. So do I, much... She will blow ever so much more promisefuller, blee me, than all the other common marygales that romp round brigidschool, charming Carry Whambers or saucy Susy Maucepan of Merry Anna Patchbox or silly Polly Flinders. Platsch! A plikaplak.
FDV: A nice light baritone she has but I much prefer the name of Buttercups. So do I, much. She strikes the onlooker as a beautiful promise, more so than Selina or Teasy or Fauna or Flora.
promisefuller: cf Humbert Humbert on the difference between nymphets and ordinary girlchildren? [qv]
And since we are talking amnessly of brukasloop crazedledaze, who doez in sleeproom number twobis? The twobirds. Holy policeman, O, I see! Of what age are your birdies? They are to come of twinning age so soon as they may be born... They are and they seem to be so tightly tattached as two maggots to touch other, I think I notice, do I not? You do.
FDV: And who sleeps in room number two? The two birds. O, I see. Of what age are they? They are twins, you see, and they seem to be greatly attached to each other. I think I notice, do I not? You do.
McH: two maggots = Deux Magots (Joyce's fave Paris cafe) [pic] = two nest eggs (French)
Our bright bull babe Frank Kevin is on heartsleeveside. Do not you waken him! ...He is happily to sleep, limb of the Lord, with his lifted in blessing, his buchel Iosa, like the blissed angel he looks so like
FDV: Kevin is the farther away. Do not you waken him. He is happily asleep, the little angel he looks like,
the farther away -> on the leeside
heartsleeveside = left?
McH: Bacall-Iosa = Dublin's miracle-working sacred staff of Jesus, burned in Reformation
and his mou is semiope as though he were blowdelling on a bugigle... By gorgeous, that boy will blare some knight when he will take his dane's pledges and quit our ingletears, spite of undesirable parents, to wend him to Amorica to quest a cashy job... O, I adore the profeen music! Dollarmighty! He is too audorable really, eunique! I guess to have seen somekid like him in the story book, guess I met somewhere somelam to whom he will be becoming liker. But hush! How unpardonable of me! I beg for your venials, sincerely I do.
FDV: and his mouth is semiope as if he were blowdelling a bugicle. O, I adore the music. He is too adorable really. I guess I have seen someone like him in my times, guess I met someone who must have been like what he will probably be. But hush! I beg your pardon, sincerely I do.
Joyce is explicit here that it's Shaun not Shem who'll emigrate to the USA...?
Hush! The other, twined on codliverside, has been crying in his sleep, making sharpshape his inscissors on some first choice sweets fished out of the muck... What a teething wretch! How his book of craven images! Here are posthumious tears on his intimelle. And he has pipettishly bespilled himself from his foundingpen as illspent from inkinghorn. He is jem job joy pip poo pat (jot um for a sobrat!) Jerry Jehu. You will know him by name in the capers but you cannot see whose heel he sheepfolds in his wrought hand because I have not told it to you.
FDV: The other twin, you see, has been crying in his sleep, the little devil. There are tears on his pillowcase. That is Jerry but you cannot see what he had in his hand because I have not told you.
McH: Genesis "his hand took hold on Esau's heel; and his name was called Jacob"
O, foetal sleep! Ah, fatal slip! ...He will be quite within the pale when... he vows him... to be of the sir Blake tribes bleak... Are you not somewhat bulgar with your bowels? Whatever do you mean with bleak? With pale blake I write tintingface. O, you do? And with steelwhite and blackmail I ha'scint for my sweet an anemone's letter with a gold of my bridest hair betied... O, I see and see! In the ink of his sweat he will find it yet... You never may know in the preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that you ever even saw to be about to. Perhaps.
FDV: He is quite one of the blake tribe already. Blake? Whatever do you mean with blake? With blake I mean ink. O, I see. You will never know all that you did not see that you saw.
WS, Sonnet 65: "in black ink my love may still shine bright" [qv]
But they are two very blizky little portereens after their bredscrums, Jerkoff and Eatsup, as for my part opinion indeed. They would be born so, costarred, puck and prig... Weeping shouldst not thou be when man falls but that divine scheming ever adoring be... Adieu, soft adieu, for these nice presents, kerryjevin. Still tosorrow!
FDV: They are two nice little porters in my opinion, indeed. Adieu, for the present, kerryjevin.
Joyce repeats the pun "Jerkoff and Eatsoup" in II.1 [qv]
Jeminy, what is the view which now takes up a second position of discordance, tell it please? Mark! You notice it in that rereway because the male entail partially eclipses the femecovert. It is so called for its discord the meseedo. Do you ever heard the story about Helius Croesus, that white and gold elephant in our zoopark? You astonish me by it.
FDV: What is the view which now takes up second position, tell it, please? You notice that way because the male imposition masks the female. It is called meseedi. Do you ever hear the story of Helyus Croesus, only gold and white Elephant in our zoo? You astonish me by it.
McH: mi = E, si = B or H, do = C; so misido = EHC
white and gold are the colors of Ulysses ch1, and Buck Mulligan [schemata]
HCE's buttocks are compared to Phoenix park:
Is it not that we are commanding from fullback, woman permitting, a profusely fine birdseye view from beauhind this park? Finn his park has been much the admiration of all the stranger ones, grekish and romanos, who arrive to here. The straight road down the centre (see relief map) bisexes the park which is said to be the largest of his kind in the world.
FDV: Is it not that we have here from back a profusely fine birdseye from this park? It has been much the admiration of many of the strangers. The road in the centre bisects the park which is said to be the largest of its kind in the world.
On the right prominence confronts you the handsome vinesregent's lodge while, turning to the other supreme piece of cheeks, exactly opposite, you are confounded by the equally handsome chief sacristary's residence... Listeneth! 'Tis a tree story. How olave, that firile, was aplantad in her liveside... The black and blue marks athwart the weald, which now barely is so stripped, indicate the presence of sylvious beltings... Any pretty dears are to be caught inside but it is a bad pities of the plain. A scarlet pimparnell now mules the mound where anciently first murders were wanted to take root... How familiar it is to see all these interesting advenements with one snaked's eyes! Is all? Yet not. Hear one's.
FDV: Towards the right you see the viceregal lodge while exactly opposite is the equally handsome chief secreatory residence. The black + blue markings indicate the presence of sylvan belts. Some pretty deers are to be caught.
(has ALP beaten HCE with a belt???)
At the bodom fundus of this royal park, which... is open to the public till night at late... do not fail to point to yourself a depression called Holl Hollow. It is often quite guttergloomering in our duol and gives wankyrious thoughts to the head but the banders of the pentapolitan poleetsfurcers bassoons into it on windy woodensdays their wellbooming wolvertones. Ulvos! Ulvos!
FDV: At the lowest end a depression, called the Hollow. It is often quite gloomy and gives bad thoughts to the head but the band of the Metropolitan Police plays into it on Saturday afternoons their wellsounding tones.
the Hollow: [passim]
Whervolk dorst ttou begin to tremble by our moving pictures at this moment when I am to place my hand of our true friendshapes upon thee knee to mark well what I say? Throu shayest who? In Amsterdam there lived a... But how? You are tremblotting, you retchad, like a verry jerry! Niet? Will you a guineeser? ...Yes, how it trembles, the timid! ...Or doth brainskin flinchgreef? ...Tis jest jibberweek's joke. It must have stole. O, keve silence, both! Putshameyu! I have heard her voice somewhere else's before me in these ears still that now are for mine.
FDV: Why do you begin to tremble at this moment when I am to place my hand on your knee to mark well what you say. You say? In Amsterdam he met... But how? You are trembletting like a Jerry! O, keep silence! I have heard her voice somewhere else in these ears that are mine.
McH: In Amsterdam there lived a maid (song) [lyric and audio]
Let op. Slew musies. Thunner in the eire.
You were dreamend, dear. The pawdrag? The fawthrig? Shoe! Hear are no phanthares in the room at all, avikkeen. No bad bold faathern, dear one...
FDV: All gone. Missed and Misses Gonakong. And old Dudud Deadenman. Anna living one. Pour the winds and waters on. The whelming waters on. Tears! Ah tears! Ah tears! Mamma! Big Fawdra crush on me! Fawtrick! Save me! Shoo! Shool aroon! Were you dreaming, dear! The Fawdra! The fall! Shoo! There is no father in the room at all. You dear one. No bad big father, dear one.
-- Li ne dormis?
-- S! Malbone dormas.
-- Kia li krias nikte?
-- Parolas infanetes. S!
McH: Esperanto:
-- He hasn't slept?
-- S! Sleeps badly.
-- What is he crying in the night?
-- Speaks childishly. S!
Sonly all in your imagination, dim. Poor little brittle magic nation, dim of mind! Shoe to me now, dear! Shoom of me! While elvery stream winds seling on for to keep this barrel of bounty rolling and the nightmail afarfrom morning nears.
FDV: Only in your imagination? your little magnnation. Shoo, my dear one! While elvery stream wends ealing on. For to keep this barrel of bounty rolling.
this seems to me like the 'real' sin-in-the-Park, the actual primal scene:
In the sleepingchambers. The court to go into half morning. The four seneschals... The boufeither Soakersoon... The swabsister Katya... Those twelve chief barons... The maidbrides all... The dame dowager to stay kneeled how she is, as first mutherer with cord in coil. The two princes of the tower royal, daulphin and deevlin, to lie how they are without to see. The dame dowager's duffgerent to present wappon, blade drawn to the full and about wheel without to be seen of them. The infant Isabella from her coign to do obeisance toward the duffgerent, as first futherer with drawn brand. Then the court to come in to full morning. Herein see ye fail not!
FDV: The dowager to stay kneeled down how she is. The princes the blood royal to lie how they are without to see. The dowager's gerent to turn himself right about without to be seen of them. Herein fail not.
half-mourning: the Mamalujo vignette [qv] uses half-[whatever] as a frequent motif (esp half-a-tall-hat)
McH: duff-gerent = black-ruler/manager
-- Vidu, porkego! Ili vi rigardas. Returnu, porkego. Maldelikato!
McH: "See, big pig! They are looking at you. Turn back, big pig. How coarse!" (Esperanto) [grammar critique]
Gauze off heaven! Vision. Then. O, pluxty suddly, the sight entrancing! Hummels! That crag! Those hullocks! O Sire! So be accident occur is not going to commence! What have you therefore? Fear you the donkers? Of roovers? I fear lest we have lost ours... respecting these wildy parts. How is hit finister! How shagsome all and beastful! What do you show on? I show because I must see before my misfortune so a stark pointing pole. Lord of ladders, what for lungitube! Can you read the verst legend hereon?
FDV: Hummels! What have you, therefore? I fear lest we have lost ours respecting these wild parts. All now appears quite shaggy and beastful. He, he, he! At what do you look? I look because I must see so a great fingerpost. You will now read the legend on it?
very early Dec22 note: "an accident occur is going to commence"
I am hather of the missed. Areed! To the dunleary obelisk via the rock vhat myles knox furlongs; to the general's postoffice howsands of patience; to the Wellington memorial half a league wrongwards; to Sara's bridge good hunter and nine to meet her: to the point, one yeoman's yard. He, he, he!
FDV: I read: to the general post -> I could read: to the point, 1 yard, to Sara's Bridge, 600 yds, to the Wellington Memorial, 800 yards, to the General Post Office 2 miles, to Dunleary Obelisk, via the Rock, 8 miles Irish.
(so he's reversed the order.)
GPO: [pic]
At that do you leer, a setting up? With a such unfettered belly? Two cascades? I leer... because I must see a buntingcap of so a pinky on the point...
FDV: At what do you leer? I leer because I must see a buntingcap so pinky on the ponk.
Nov22 note: "One laughs in streams, in cascades with unbuttoned belly" (so: leer = laugh)
Do you not have heard that, the queen lying abroad from fury of the gales... her liege of lateenth dignisties shall come on their bay tomorrow, Michalsmas, mellems the third and fourth of the clock...? He shall come... with... his golden beagles and his white elkox terriers for a hunting on our littlego illcome faxes...
FDV: Do you not have heard that the king shall come tomorrow? He shall come for hunting on our illcome foxes.
The opening of ch2 [qv] is recapitulated:
Yet if I durst to express the hope how I might be able to be present... It stands in Instopressible how Meynhir Mayour, our boorgomaister... his hod hoisted, in best bib and tucker, with Woolington bottes over buckram babbishkis and his clouded cane and necknoose aureal... shall receive Dom King at broadstone barrow meet a keys of goodmorrow on to his pompey cushion. Me amble dooty to your grace's majers! Arise, sir Pompkey Dompkey! Ear! Ear! Weakear! An allness eversides! ...Thisafter, swift's mightmace deposing, he shall aidress to His Serenemost by a speechreading from his miniated vellum... who meaningwhile that illuminatured one, Papyroy of Pepinregn, my Sire, great, big King... will be poking out with his canule into the arras of what brilliant bridgecloths and joking up with his tonguespitz to the crimosing balkonladies, here's a help undo their modest stays with a fullbelow may the funnyfeelbelong. Oddsbones, that may it!Carilloners will ring their gluckspeels. Rng rng! Rng rng! ...How chimant in effect! Alla tingaling pealabells! ...'Tis holyyear's day! ...Cantaberra and Neweryork may supprecate when... his goldwhite swaystick aloft ylifted, umbrilla-parasoul, Monsigneur of Deublan shall impart to all. Benedictus benedicat! ...Sing: Old Finncoole, he's a mellow old saoul when he swills with his fuddlers free! ...The royal nusick their show shall shut with songslide to nature's solemn silence... Some wholetime in hot town tonight!
You do not have heard? It stays in book of that which is. I have heard anyone tell it jesterday... how one should come on morrow here but it is never here that one today. Well but remind to think, you where yestoday Ys Morganas war and that it is always tomorrow in toth's tother's place. Amen.
FDV: I have heard anyone tell that some should come today but it is never here today. No, but remind you that it is always.
True! True! Vouchsafe me more soundpicture! It gives furiously to think. Is rich Mr Pornter, a squire, not always in his such strong health? I thank you for the best, he is in taken deal exceedingly herculeneous. One sees how he is lot stoutlier than of formerly. One would say him to hold whole a litteringture of kidlings under his aproham.
FDV: Is Mr Porter always in his good health? I thank you, he is exceedingly well. One sees he is stouther than of formerly. One would say him to have whole a litteringture of piglets under his aproham.
Has handsome Sir Pournter always been so long married? O yes, Lord Pournterfamilias has been marryingman ever since so long time in Hurtleforth, where he appeers as our oily the active, and, yes indeed, he has his mic son and his two fine mac sons and a superfine mick want they mack metween them. She, she, she! But on what do you again leer? I am not leering, I pink you pardons. I am highly sheshe sherious.
FDV: Has Mr Porter been long married? O yes he is ever so long. She, she, she! But at what do you again leer? I am not leering, I assure. I am very she she sherious.
Do you not must want to go somewhere on the present? Yes, O pity! At earliest moment! That prickly heat feeling! ...Here we shall do a far walk (O pity) anygo khaibits till the number one of sairey's place... I want you to admire her sceneries illustrationing our national first rout, one ought ought one. We shall too downlook on that ford whcre Sylvanus Sanctus washed but hurdley those tips of his anointeds... Beware! guardafew! It is Stealer of the Heart!
FDV: Do you want to go somewhere at the present? Yes. We shall do a walk so far as number one of Sara's place. We can admire our sceneries.
...These brilling waveleaplights! Please say me how sing you them... They arise from a clear springwell in the near of our park which makes the daft to hear all blend. This place of endearment! How it is clear! And how they cast their spells upon, the fronds that thereup float, the bookstaff branchings! The druggeted stems, the leaves incut on trees! Do you can their tantrist spellings? I can lese, skillmistress aiding. Elm, bay, this way, cull dare, take a message, tawny runes ilex sallow, meet me at the pine.
FDV: This little streamlings please say me how they sing them? They are from her springwell of our park which makes the blind to see the blind? How it is clear?
McH: Bedier's Tristan scheduled secret rendezvous with Isolde by dropping twigs into a stream. [etext]
cf Robert Graves on tree-language [info] [fingers poem] [calendar] [Battle poem]
Yes, they shall have brought us to the water trysting... then here in another place is their chapelofeases... of which you have thought my praise too much my price.
FDV: Yes, we shall have come to the watertrysting for here is their chapelofeases of which you have not read too much.
O ma ma! Yes, sad one of Ziod? Sell me, my soul dear! Ah, my sorrowful, his cloister dreeping of his monkshood, how it is triste to death, all his dark ivytod! Where cold in dearth. Yet see, my blanching kissabelle, in the under close she is allso gay, her kirtles green, her curtsies white, her peony pears, her nistlingsloes! I, pipette, I must also quicklingly to tryst myself softly into this littleeasechapel. I would rather than Ireland! But I pray, make! Do your easiness! O, peace, this is heaven!
FDV: O, I must also to tryst myself in this so pretty pleasechapel.
O, Mr Prince of Pouringtoher, whatever shall I pppease to do? Why do you so lifesighs, my precious, as I hear from you... after that swollen one? I am not sighing, I assure, but only I am soso sorry about all in my saarasplace. Listen, listen! I am doing it. Hear more to those voices! Always I am hearing them. Horsehem coughs enough. Annshee lispes privily.
FDV: O Mr Porter! O what shall I do? Why do you suspire so I hear it? I am not sighing, but only I am so so so sorry about Sara. Listen, listen! I am doing it. Hear to those voices! I always am hearing about them. Humbert coughs enough. Annshee lispes privily.
cf Prankquean intro [qv]
-- He is quieter now.
-- Legalentitled. Accesstopartnuzz. Notwildebeestsch. Byrightofoaptz. Twainbeonerflsh. Haveandholdpp.
FDV:
-- He is quieter now. Let us listen.
-- Legalentitled accesstopartnzz. Brightofcaptzz. Asiftwerewildebeestzz. Haveandtoholdpp. Twainbeonefleshz.
cf Portrait ch3 [qv] "We knew perfectly well of course that though it was bound to come to the light he would find considerable difficulty in endeavouring to try to induce himself to try to endeavour to ascertain the spiritual plenipotentiary and so we knew of course perfectly well..."
-- S! Let us go. Make a noise. Slee...
-- Qui... The gir...
FDV:
-- Sis? Make a noise! Slee...
-- Obstructrightofwayz. Beauty of unionzz. Claimtopossesskk.
-- Quiet! Put out the li! Pout!
-- Huesofrichunfoldingmorn. Wakenupriseandprove. Provideforsacrifice.
-- Wait! Hist! Let us list!
FDV:
-- Hues of the richunfoldmm. Waken and uprisingproveff. Injoinsinholymatrimonnn.
-- Wait! Hist! Let us listen.
For our netherworld's bosomfoes are working tooth and nail overtime: in earthveins, toadcavites, chessganglions, saltklesters, underfed: nagging firenibblers knockling aterman up out of his hinterclutch. Tomb be their tools!
FDV: For in unclean spirits which are working. In earthpits deathmines + saltclosets underfed nagging nibbling knocking us up out of ? afternoon. Down with their tools!
Nov22 note: "Every W[oman] in I[reland] sh[oul]d down tools" (matriarchy motif)
When the youngdammers will be soon heartpocking on their betters' doornoggers: and the youngfries will be backfrisking diamondcuts over their lyingin underlayers, spick and spat trowelling a gravetrench for their fourinhand forebears. Vote for your club!
FDV: youngdammers are pocking on the dournoggers. The yungfries will be frisking over their underlayers. Spick + spade troweling a gravetrench for their forebear Fortinbrace. Up with his club!
-- Wait!
-- What!
-- Her door!
-- Ope?
-- See!
-- What?
-- Careful.
-- Who?
Live well! Iniivdluaritzas! Tone!
Cant ear! Her dorters ofe? Whofe? Her eskmeno daughters hope? Whope? Ellme, elmme, elskmestoon! Soon!
(cf end of I.8 ALP) [qv]
Let us consider.
The procurator Interrogarius Mealterum presends us this proposer.
McH: MM Matharan's Casus de matrimonio uses the following style in presenting church pronouncements on matrimonial cases (but also cf Gibbon, eg on Fausta [qv])
Honuphrius is a concupiscent exservicemajor who makes dishonest propositions to all. He is considered to have committed, invoking droit d'oreiller, simple infidelities with Felicia, a virgin, and to be practising for unnatural coits with Eugenius and Jeremias, two or three philadelphians. Honophrius, Felicia, Eugenius and Jeremias are consanguineous to the lowest degree.
FDV: Honuphrius is a concupiscent engineer who makes dishonest propositions to everyone. He is believed to have committed simple infidelities with Felicia, a virgin, and to be practicing for unnatural coits with Eugenius and Jeremias, two adelphians. Honuphrius, Felicia, Eugenius and Jeremias are consanguineous to the last degree.
concupiscent: from concupere to long for. Having sexual lust; libidinous; lustful; lecherous; salacious. [dict]
HCE = builder/engineer
McH: droit d'oreiller = pillow-right (French); oreille = ear; oreiller = pillow
droit du seigneur (aka jus primae noctis): much-hyped medieval 'rule' that a lord may sleep with his serf's bride on their wedding night [info] [StraightDope] [urban legends FAQ]
coits: Milton's Areopagitica "a coits distance" A coit, or quoit, was a metal ring thrown like a discus in athletic contests. [cite] (also coitus)
eugeneus = well-born, noble, generous; applied to wine of good quality (Greek)
McH: philadelphoi = those who love their brothers (Greek)
adelphians: Terence wrote a play called Adelphi about an overstern father whose son turns out worse than the product of an indulgent parent (cf Marcus Aurelius and Commodus?) [cite]
the spelling changes, Honuphrius to Honophrius for two occurrences and then back for good...? (Hayman sees 'u' only, thruout.)
first degree: parents and children, brothers and sisters
second degree: uncle-niece, aunt-nephew
third degree: first cousins [source]
Anita the wife of Honophrius, has been told by her tirewoman, Fortissa, that Honuphrius has blasphemously confessed under voluntary chastisement that he has instructed his slave, Mauritius, to urge Magravius, a commercial, emulous of Honuphrius, to solicit the chastity of Anita.
FDV: Anita, the wife of Honuphrius, believes that her -> has been told by her maidservant Fortissa that her man has confessed under chastisement that he has encouraged Magravius -> instructed his slave Mauritius to facilitate Magravius, a commercial rival of Honuphrius, to solicit the chastity of Anita.
(so Kate and Sackerson were added inline.)
emulous: eager to emulate
Anita is informed by some illegitimate children of Fortissa with Mauritius (the supposition is Ware's) that Gillia, the schismatical wife of Magravius, is visited clandestinely by Barnabas, the advocate of Honuphrius, an immoral person who has been corrupted by Jeremias.
FDV: Anita is informed by her children that Gillia, the wife of Magravius, is visited clandestinely by the advocate of Honuphrius, an immoral person.
McH: Sir James Ware, The Antiquities and History of Ireland
McH: giglio = lily (Italian) (cf Lily Kinsella)
according to the Revered Letter vignette [qv], Lily Kinsella was Mrs McGrath (and later Mrs HCE???) and had an affair with McGrath's lawyer, Mr Brophy: "When next you see M.G. ask him what about his wife, Lily Kinsella who became the wife of Mr Sneak, with the kissing solicitor... I only wish he would look in through his letterbox one day and he would not say that that was a solicitor's business. What ho, she bumps! My, he would be so surprised to see his old girl in the hands of a solicitor with Mr Brophy, solicitor, quite affectionate together, kissing and looking into a mirror." cf FW618 [qv]
Mrs Magrath's underwear was mentioned in ch8 [qv] which also mentions "Kinsella's Lilith": "I can tell from here by their eau de Colo and the scent of her oder they're Mrs Magrath's. And you ought to have aird them. They've moist come off her. Creases in silk they are, not crampton lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she has sinned! ...The only parr with frills in old the plain."
Gillia, (a cooler blend, D'Alton insists) ex equo with Poppea, Arancita, Clara, Marinuzza, Indra and Iodina, has been tenderly debauched (in Halliday's view), by Honuphrius, and Magravius knows from spies that Anita has formerly committed double sacrilege with Michael, vulgo Cerularius, a perpetual curate, who wishes to seduce Eugenius.
FDV: Gillia has been early debauched by Honuphrius and Magravius knows that Anita has formerly committed double sacrilege with Michael, a curate.
McH: lily-white = color-blend of spectrum
McH: D'Alton = John Dalton History of the County of Dublin
McH: ex equo = out of a horse (Latin) (probably: from a Trojan horse = ex equo Troiano [cite])
Gibbon ch59 [qv] mentions Philadelphians (in note 17) along with a confusion of 'ex aequo' and 'ex equo' [note 18]
ex aequo et bono = according to what is just and good [source]
exaequo/ exequo : to be like, equal/ make level or even, relate. [source]
McH: Poppaea = Nero's wife; poppies are red
McH: aranciata = orange juice (Italian)
(yellow is missing?)
McH: chloris = greenness (Greek)
McH: Marinuzza = little Marina (blue)
McH: iodine vapor is violet
McH: C. Haliday, Scandinavian Kingdom of Dublin
McH: Michael Cerularius established Greek church [EB]
Magravius threatens to have Anita molested by Sulla, an orthodox savage (and leader of a band of twelve mercenaries, the Sullivani), who desires to procure Felicia for Gregorius, Leo, Vitellius and Macdugalius, four excavators, if she will not yield to him and also deceive Honuphrius by rendering conjugal duty when demanded.
FDV: Magravius threatens to have Anita molested by Sulla, a bandit, if he will not yield to him and also deceive Honuphrius by rendering duty when demanded.
McH: Sulla = Roman dictator [EB]
McH: leo = lion (ie, Mark); vitellus = calf (ie, Luke)
Anita who claims to have discovered incestuous temptations from Jeremias and Eugenius would yield to the lewdness of Honuphrius to appease the savagery of Sulla and the mercernariness of the twelve Sullivani, and (as Gilbert at first suggested), to save the virginity of Felicia for Magravius when converted by Michael after the death of Gillia, but she fears that, by allowing his marital rights she may cause reprehensible conduct between Eugenius and Jeremias.
FDV: Anita, who has incestuous temptations from Jeremias + Eugenius, would yield to the lewdness of Honuphrius in order to save the virginity of Felicias for Margravius when converted by Michael after the death of Gillia, though she fears that by doing so she will encourage reprehensible conduct between Eugenius + Jeremias.
McH: JT Gilbert, History of Dublin
Michael, who has formerly debauched Anita, dispenses her from yielding to Honuphrius who pretends publicly to possess his conjunct in thirtynine several manners (turpiter! affirm ex cathedris Gerontes Cambronses) for camal hygiene whenever he has rendered himself impotent to consummate by subdolence.
FDV: Michael, who has formerly debauched Anita, warns her particularly against yielding to Honuphrius who pretends to possess her in all manners for his Carnal pleasure whenever he has rendered himself impotent by subdolence.
McH: 39 Articles of Anglican Church [EB]
McH: turpiter = shamefully, basely (Latin)
McH: ex cathedris = from the chairs (Latin) ?= with authority
McH: Giraldus Cambrensis [bio] wrote on Ireland in 12th C [etext]
McH: General Cambronne famous for saying "Merde!"
McH: gerontes = old men, senators (Greek)
McH: subdolo = cunning (Italian)
Anita is disturbed but Michael comminates that he will reserve her case tomorrow for the ordinary Guglielmus even if she should practise a pious fraud during affrication which, from experience, she knows (according to Wadding), to be leading to nullity.
McH: comminate = anathematise; Guglielmus = William (Latin); pious fraud = for the sake of religion
McH: affricate = stop-plus-fricative [info] (also, Africa)
McH: Luke Wadding, Annales Minorum
Fortissa, however, is encouraged by Gregorius, Leo, Viteilius, and Magdugalius, reunitedly, to warn Anita by describing the strong chastisements of Honuphrius and the depravities (turpissimas!) of Canicula, the deceased wife of Mauritius, with Sulla, the simoniac, who is abnegand and repents. Has he hegemony and shall she submit?
FDV: Fortissa encourages Anita by describing the chastisements of Honuphrius and the depravities of Canicula, the deceased wife of Mauritius. Has he + shall she submit?
McH: turpissima = most foul (Latin); Canicula = Dog Star
...This, lay readers and gentilemen, is perhaps the commonest of all cases arising out of umbrella history in connection with the wood industries in our courts of litigation. D'Oyly Owens holds... that so long as there is a joint deposit account in the two names a mutual obligation is posited. Owens cites Brerfuchs and Warren, a foreign firm... registered as Tangos, Limited, for the sale of certain proprietary articles. The action which was at the instance of the trustee of the heathen church emergency fund, suing by its trustee, a resigned civil servant, for the payment of tithes due was heard by Judge Doyle and also by a common jury... The defence alleged that payment had been made effective. The fund trustee... counterclaimed that payment was invalid having been tendered to creditor under cover of a crossed cheque... drawn by the senior partner only by whom the lodgment of the species had been effected but in their joint names.
FDV: This case is a very common case in litigation. Owens holds that while there is a joint deposit account there is a mutual obligation. He cites Humphreys + Warren, a firm registered as Tango Limited. The action which was at the suit of the trustee of the Irish Church Emergency for payment of tithes due, was heard by Judge Doyle + a crown jury. For the defence it was stated that payment had been made. The fund trustee counterclaimed that this was by crossed cheque drawn by the senior partner, by whom the lodgement had been made but in their joint name.
The bank particularised, the national misery... declined to pay the draft, though there were ample reserves to meet the liability... Since then the cheque, a good washable pink... had been circulating in the country for over thirtynine years among holders of Pango stock, a rival concern, though not one demonetised farthing had ever spun or fluctuated across the counter in the semblance of hard coin or liquid cash.
FDV: The bank particularised the National declined to pay and the cheque, a washable one, had been circulating in the country for over 20 years among holders of Tango stock (a rival concern) though not a farthing had ever crossed the counter in the form of coin.
The jury (a sour dozen of stout fellows all of whom were curiously named after doyles) naturally disagreed jointly and severally, and the belligerent judge, disagreeing with the allied jurors' disagreement, went outside his jurisfiction altogether and ordered a garnishee attachment to the neutral firm.
FDV: The jury, all of whom were Doyles, naturally disagreed whereupon the judge ordered the attachment of the firm.
...only the junior partner Barren could be found, who entered an appearance and turned up... among the male jurors to be an absolete turfwoman... Doyle (Ann)... protested cheerfully on the stand... that she had often... discounted Mr Brakeforth's first of all... and... unbottled... a current account of how she had been made... the payeedrawee of unwashable blank assignations, sometimes pinkwilliams (laughter).... which she, as bearer, used to endorse, adhesively, to her various payers-drawers who in most cases were identified by the timber papers as wellknown tetigists of the city and suburban.
FDV: Only the junior partner could be found + this turned out to be a woman. She stated that payment would be made to her by the senior in the form of unwashable blank cheques, her various drawers being invariably tetigists of the city + county.
tetigi = I have touched or cheated (Latin, form of 'tango') [cite]
(Joyce announced his first intercourse with Nora to brother Stannie in a letter of 11 Oct 1904 with the words 'Alors elle est touchée.')
The witness... then proposed... for her satisfaction and as a whole act of settlement to reamalgamate herself... in pardonership with the... trustee, Monsignore Pepigi... but this prepoposal was ruled out on appeal by Judge Jeremy Doyler, who... handed down to the jury of the Liffey that, as a matter of tact, the woman they gave as free was born into contractual incapacity... when, how and where mamy's mancipium act did not apply and therefore held supremely that, as no property in law can exist in a corpse... Pepigi's pact was pure piffle (loud laughter) and Wharrem would whistle for the rhino. Will you, won't you, pango with Pepigi? Not for Nancy, how dare you do! And whew whewwhew whew.
FDV: She proposed to reamalgamate herself in whole settlement + for satisfaction with the trustee, Monsignore Pepigi, but this was ruled out on appeal by jeremy who held that as the woman was born without mancipium + as no property could exist in a corpse Pepigi's pact was piffle + she cd whistle for her rhino. Will you, won't you, tango with pegigi? Not for, Nancy, how do you do? And whew whewwhew whew.
pepigi = I have promised or fastened (Latin, form of 'pango')
-- He sighed in sleep.
-- Let us go back.
-- Lest he forewaken.
-- Hide ourselves.
While hovering dreamwings, folding around, will hide from fears my wee mee mannikin, keep my big wig long strong manomen, guard my bairn, mon beau.
-- To bed.
FDV: Don't wake him now: he sighed in sleep: let us be gone: while quivering dreams, folding round, will hide my mannikin, guard my mannikin, keep my bairn. To bed!
Prospector projector and boomooster giant builder of all causeways woesoever, hopping offpoint and true terminus of straxstraightcuts and corkscrewn perambulaups, zeal whence to goal whither, wonderlust, in sequence to which every muckle must make its mickle, as different as York from Leeds, being the only wise in a muck's world to look on itself from beforehand;
FDV: Projector + sole tracer of causeways, hoppingoffpoint and terminus of straightcuts and corkscrewn perambuloops, zeal whence + goal whither wonderlust on account of which every might must make a mickle, as different as York from Leeds as the only way of the world, to look after itself beforehand;
mirrorminded curiositease and would-to-the-large which bring hills to molehunter, home through first husband, perils behind swine and horsepower down to hungerford, prick this man and tittup this woman... down their laddercase of nightwatch service and bring them at suntime flush with the nethermost gangrung of their stepchildren, guide them through the labyrinth of their samilikes and the alteregoases of their pseudoselves...
FDV: mirrorminded curiosity and would-to-the-large which brings hill to hunter, home to husband, perils before swine, -- horse upon hungerford, prick this man and bob this woman, down the laddercase of dark by payrail and guide them to the lowermost ?degradation of their stepchildren, through the labyrinth of their similars and the devious trials of their own selves:
this prime white arsenic with... baron and feme: that he may dishcover her that she may uncouple him, that one may come and crumple them, that they may soon recoup themselves: now and then, time on time again, as per periodicity... in their first case, to the next place, till their cozenkerries: the high and the by, both pent and plain... monk and sempstress, in sackcloth silkily: curious dreamers, curious dramas, curious deman, plagiast dayman, playajest dearest, plaguiest dourest: for the strangfort planters are prodesting, and the karkery felons dryflooring it and the leperties' laddos railing the way, blump for slogo slee!
FDV: this hoarwhite arsenic with baron and feme: that he may discover her: that she may uncover him: that he may close ?over: that they recover themselves: now and then, time and time again, as per periodicity: in their first case, in their next place, in their cousins' cousins: the high + the by, they the pent + plain: monk + sempstress and in sackcloth silkily: curious dreamers, curious dramas, curious demons, plagiarist dearest, plagiarist dourest: while ?Antrim's drummers are prodesting and the Corkery felons flooring it the Liberties' laddo clearing the way, for Sligo Slee.
Stop! Did a stir? No, is fast. On to bed! So he is. It's only the wind on the road outside for to wake all shivering shanks from snorring.
FDV: Stop! It's merely the wind on the road outside to keep shivering shanks from snoring.
But... who will he be, this mitryman... so bulk of build? ...He has only his hedcosycasket on and his wollsey shirtplisse with peascod doublet, also his feet wear doubled width socks... Can thus be Misthra Norkmann that keeps our hotel? Begor, Mr O'Sorgmann, you're looking right well! ...a jolly fine daysent form of one word. He's rounding up on his family.
FDV: So bulky a build? He has only his bonny on and his shorthemmed shirter but also feet wear doubled width socks. Is that Gorman that keeps our hotel? Be sor, Mr Gorman, you're looking right well. A jolly fine decent man of your word! He's bringing up his family.
And who is the bodikin by him, sir? ...Her trixiestrail is tripping her, vop! Luck at the way for the lucre of smoke she's looping the lamp! Why, that's old missness wipethemdry! Well, well, wellsowells! ...And she's just the same old haporth of dripping. She's even brennt her hair.
FDV: And who is the body beside ye, sir? Her snailstrain is tripping her, watch! Look at the way for the love of smoke she's holding the lamp! Why, that's Mrs Wipethepot! Well, well, well! And she's just the same old three and fourpence! She never turned a hair.
Which route are they going? ...The solvent man in his upper gambeson withnot a breth against him and the wee wiping womanahoussy. They're coming terug their diamond wedding tour... down the scales, the way they went up... sweetheartedly. Hot and cold and electrickery with attendance and lounge and promenade free... Now their laws assist them and ease their fall!
FDV: Where are they going, the man in his upper garment and the wee wiping woman? They're coming back, down the scales, the way they went up, sweetheartedly, hot and cold and electrickery with air and lounge and porter free. The law assist them and break their fall! Gall in his beer!
For they met and mated and bedded and buckled and got and gave and reared and raised... and planted and plundered and pawned our souls and pillaged the pounds of the extramurals and fought and feigned with strained relations and bequeathed us their ills... and turned out coats and removed their origins and never learned the first day's lesson and tried to mingle and managed to save and feathered foes' nests and fouled their own... and escaped from liquidation by the heirs of their death and were responsible for congested districts...
FDV: For they met + mated + wed + buckled + got + gave + reared + raised + planned + plundered + pawned their souls + pillaged our bodies + fought + feigned + strained relations + broke the bank + hated the sight of one another + bequeathed their ills + turned their coats + belied their origins + never learned the first day's lesson + tried to mingle + managed to save + feathered some nests + fouled their own + escaped from drowning by the skin of their teeth + were responsible for congested districts
and looked haggards after lazatables and rode fourscore oddwinters and struck rock oil... and were cuffed by their customers and bit the dust... Yet they wend it back... light in hand, helm on high, to peekaboo durk the thicket of slumbwhere... flispering in the nightleaves flattery... to Finnegan, to sin again and to make grim grandma grunt and grin again while the first grey streaks steal silvering by for to mock their quarrels in dollymount tumbling.
FDV: + took to drink + published their privates + came down in the world + were cuffed by their customers + bit the dust + went as they came and yet they come back, lamp in hand + shirt on high, peekabooing in the thicket of the night + whisphering in the leaves language, to Finnegan, to sin again + to make old grandma grunt + grin again, while the first grey streaks come silent by to see the bundle of mountain.
They near the base of the chill stair, that large incorporate licensed vintner, such as he is... nine hosts in himself, in his hydrocomic establishment and his ambling limfy peepingpartner... that sways the lamp that shadows the walk that bends to his bane the busynext man that came on the cop with the fenian's bark
FDV: They near the foot of the chill stair: that large respectable Licensed vintner, such as he is, a host in himself and his hydrocomic establishment and his teeny ambling partner that carries the lamp that lights the way that leads to bed the businessman that met the cad in the Finisky park
that pickled his widow that primed the pope that passed it round on the volunteers' plate till it croppied the ears of Purses Relle that kneed O'Connell up out of his doss that shouldered Burke that butted O'Hara that woke the busker that grattaned his crowd that bucked the jiggers to rhyme the rann that flooded the routes in Eryan's isles... and cleaned the pockets arid ransomed the ribs of all the listeners, leud and lay, that bought the ballad that Hosty made.
FDV: that told his wife that in the middle of the night blabbed to the priest that passed the tip to the talor of boys that tickled the ears of Freddy + Tom that woke O'Donnell up out of his doss that shouldered Cormack that kicked Higgins that woke the busker that rhymed the rann, the talk that went the rounds + picked the pockets + tickled the ribs of all the listeners, lay + lewd, that bought the ballad that Hosty made.
Anyhow... have they not called him... inwader and uitlander... Use they not... to abhors offrom him, the yet unregendered thunderslog, whose sbrogue cunneth none lordmade undersiding, how betwixt wifely rule and mens conscia recti, then hemale man all unbracing to omniwomen, but now shedropping his hitches like any maidavale oppersite orseriders in an idinhole?
FDV: Have they not called him inwader + uitlander. Do they not abhor from him, the thundering him whose speech does not discriminate between the wifey and the mansign, the ?foxhalt and monkhunter?
Ah, dearo! Dearo, dear! ...When they were all there now, matinmarked for lookin on. At the carryfour with awlus plawshus, their happyass cloudious! And then and too the trivials! And their bivouac! And his monomyth! Ah ho! Say no more about it! I'm sorry! I saw. I'm sorry! I'm sorry to say I saw!Gives there not too... some togethergush of stillandbutallyouknow that... for those excess and that pasphault hardhearingness from their eldfar, in grippes and rumblions, through fresh taint and old treason, another like that alter but not quite such anander and stillandbut one not all the selfsame and butstillone just the maim and encore emmerhim may always, with a little difference, till the latest up to date... have evertheless been allmade amenable?
FDV: Is there not a togethergush stillbutyouknow that for those excesses and hardhearingness of their eldfar in their gropings and stumblings, through their taint and its treason, another like that other but not quite such another and still one not just the same and all the same another one still and one more and the last to no later than today have evertheless been made amenable?
Yet he begottom.
Let us wherefore... preposterose a snatchvote of thanksalot to the huskiest coaxing experimenter that ever gave his best hand into chancerisk, wishing him with his famblings no end of slow poison and a mighty broad venue for themselves between the devil's punchbowl and the deep angleseaboard, that they may gratefully turn a deaf ear clooshed upon the desperanto... that will curse them... as long as ever there's wagtail surtaxed to a testcase on enver a man.
FDV: Yet he begot em. Let us wherefore propose a vote of thanksalot to the hungriest coaxing experimenter that ever put his best hand in chancey, wishing him and his slow poison and a mighty seat bewteen the devils punchbowl and the anglesea that they may turn a deaf ear to all that will curse them as long as there's a tail to tied a testcase. On every man. Or men.
We have to had them whether we'll like it or not. They'll have to have us now then we're here on theirspot. Scant hope theirs or ours to escape life's high carnage of semperidentity by subsisting peasemeal upon variables. Bloody certainly have we got to see to it... that down the gullies of the eras we may catch ourselves looking forward to what will in no time be staring you larrikins on the postface...
FDV: For there is scant hope to escape his or her semperidentity by subsisting upon variables. Bloody certainly we must see that down the gullies of the ages we are looking up to what is now staring you in the face.
So there was a raughty... who in Dyfflinsborg did... With his soddering iron, spadeaway, hammerlegs and... Where there was a fair.young... Who was playing her game of... And said she you rockaby... Will you peddle in my bog... And he sod her in Iarland, paved her way from Maizenhead to Youghal. And that's how Humpfrey, champion emir, holds his own. Shysweet, she rests.
[all ellipses here are Joyce's]
FDV: So there was a raughty who in Dyfflinstown did dwell with his soddering iron blareaway and there was a naughty who was playing her game of and she saw that rowing to sod her in Ireland, paid her way from Maidenhead to Youghal. And that's how Humphrey held his own.
Or show pon him now... in his hiphigh bearserk! ...Woman's the prey! Thon's the dullakeykongsbyogblagroggerswagginline ...that drew all ladies please to our great mettrollops. Leary, leary, twentytun nearly, he's plotting kings down for his villa's extension!
FDV: Or show pon him now, in his hiphigh baresark! And Woman's the prey! Yon's this dalakykongsbyogblagroggerswaggenline that wed ?littlealp to our great metrollops. Leary, leary Twentytonleary, he's working steady for his own extension.
Gaze at him now in momentum! As his bridges are blown to babbyrags, by the lee of his hulk upright on her orbits, and the heave of his juniper arx in action, he's naval I see. Poor little tartanelle, her dinties are chattering, the strait's she's in, the bulloge she bears! Her smirk is smeeching behind for her hills.
FDV: Look at him now-- Now his bridges are blown to babbyrags and by the lie of his hulk ?inriding her + the heave of his juniper arks in action, he's naval, I see. Poor little bannshee, her teeth are chattering, the position she's in, the weight she bucks. Her mouth is looking for her heels.
By the queer quick twist of her mobcap and the lift of her shift at random and the rate of her gate of going the pace, two thinks at a time, her country I'm proud of. The field is down, the race is their own. The galleonman jovial on his bucky brown nightmare. Bigrob dignagging his lylyputtana. One to one bore one! The datter, io, io, sleeps in peace, in peace. And the twillingsons, ganymede, garrymore, turn in trot and trot. But old pairamere goes it a gallop, a gallop. Bossford and phospherine. One to one on!
FDV: By the queer quick twist of her nightcap and the loft of her shift at random and the rate of her gate of going the pace, two a time she's country I'm sure of. The field is down, the race is theirs, the Galleon Manjovial on his tricky brown nightmare. One to one bore one! The daughters sleeps in peace, in peace. And the twinsons turn in trot in trot. But old Pairymares go it a gallop a gallop a gallop. One to one on.
O, O, her fairy setalite! Casting such shadows to Persia's blind! The man in the street can see the coming event. Photoflashing it far too wide. It will be known through all Urania soon... Here's the flood and the flaxen flood that's to come over helpless Irryland... From the fall of the fig to doom's last post every ephemeral anniversary while the park's police peels peering by for to weight down morrals from county bubblin. That trainer's trundling! Quick, pay up!
FDV: O, O, her fairy lamp! Throwing their shadows on the blind. The man in the street can see the coming event. Photoflashing it far + wide. Here's the flood, the flaxen flood that's to come over fightlittle tightlittle irryland. From the drop of the fig to the judge's last post every night anniversary while the night's police file weeping by to see the morals of county Dublin.
Kickakick. She had to kick a laugh. At her old stick-in-theblock. The way he was slogging his paunch about... like hale King Willow, the robberer... At half past quick in the morning. And her lamp was all askew and a trumbly wick-in-her, ringeysingey.
FDV: Kickickick. But she had to kick a laugh. At her old stick in themud. The way he was shoving his weight about. At half past kick in the morning. And the lamp was all askew and asmoky wick in her.
She had to spofforth, she had to kicker, too thick of the wick of her pixy's loomph, wide lickering jessup the smooky shiminey. And her duffed coverpoint of a wickedy batter, whenever she druv behind... it tickled her innings to consort pitch at kicksolock in the morm.
FDV: And she had to laugh, she had to kicker, too think of the wick of the lamp, licking the smooky shiminey and her big pig of a wickedy man whenever she looked behind it tickled her sore at kickoclock in the morn,
Tipatonguing him on in her pigeony linguish, with a flick at the bails for lubrication, to scorch her faster, faster... Goeasyosey, for the grace of the fields, or hooley pooley, cuppy, we'll both be bye and by caught in the slips for fear he'd tyre and burst his dunlops and waken her bornybarnies making his boobybabies.The game old merrimynn... with his... norsery pinafore... treading her hump... like a maiden wellheld... with her crease where the pads of her punishments ought to be... when, keek, the hen in the doran's shantyqueer began in a kikkery key to laugh it off... the way she was wuck to doodledoo by her gallows bird... at all times long past conquering cock of the morgans.
FDV: in his norsery shirty when holding her down with her face where the back of her head ought to be when the cock in the Doran's yard began to kikkery key to laugh it off the way she was woke adoodledoo by her gallows bird, at all cockerycock of the Morgans.
...We herewith pleased returned auditors' thanks for those and their favours since safely enjoined... Tubbernacul... tanks tight anne thynne for her contractations tugowards his personeel... Well, we all unite thoughtfully in rendering gratias, well, between loves repassed, begging your honour's pardon for, well, exclusive pigtorial rights of herehear fond tiplady his weekreations, appearing in next eon's issue of the Neptune's Centinel and Tritonville Lightowler with well the widest circulation round the whole universe...
FDV: We return thanks for their favours received. Humphrey Hutch Hopegood thanks Anne Thynne for her contrectaction towards him personel. We all unite thoughtfully in rendering grace between lovrepasts, begging your honour's pardon for portrait of Mr Tiplady, his recreation, appearing in new era's issues of a Neptune's Annual Sun which never fails to . [Joyce's blank]
Thanks furthermore to modest Miss Glimglow and neat Master Mettresson who so kindly profiteered their serwishes as demysell of honour and, well, as strainbearer respectively. And a cordiallest brief nod of chinchin dankyshin to, well, patient ringasend as prevenient... to all such occasions, detachably replaceable... As well as his auricular of Malthus, the promethean paratonnerwetter which first... taught love's lightning the way... to, well, conduct itself (mercy, good shot! only please don't mention it!). Come all ye goatfathers and groanmothers, come all ye markmakers and piledrivers... deeply condeal with him! All that is still life with death inyeborn, all verbumsaps yet bound to be, to do and to suffer, every creature, everywhere, if you please, kindly feel for her!
FDV: Thanks furthermore to Master Mattress and Miss Glimshine who so kindly profited their serwishes as demysell of honour and strainbearer respectively. And a special little note of thanks tender to little annula, prevenient to this occasion, replaceable as the ear of Malthas and paradonnerwetter, which first taught life's lightning how to well conduct itself, mercymercy, mercy. All ye goatfathers + groanmothers, alla ye markmakers + piledrivers, pay, pay, pay for it! All ye sadhopes unborn all ye the beings to notbe, to be, to do and to suffer, every creature, everywhere, graciously feel for her.
...Humperfeldt and Anunska... who so shall separate fetters to new desire, repeals an act of union to unite in bonds of schismacy. O yes! O yes! Withdraw your member! Closure. This chamber stands abjourned. Such precedent is largely a cause to lack of collective continencies among Donnelly's orchard as lifelong the shadyside to Fairbrother's field. Humbo, lock your kekkle up! Anny, blow your wickle out! Tuck away the tablesheet! You never wet the tea! And you may go rightoway back to your Aunty Dilluvia, Humprey, after that!
FDV: Humphrey and Annuska, who shall separarte shall fetter them to new desire, who repeals their union unites them in the bonds of schismacey. Quench the lamp. Such behaviour is largely the cause of lack of continence among others. Humphrey lock your kittle up! Anny, lay your wickle out! Fold away the tablecloth. You never wet the tea.
Retire to rest without first misturbing your nighboor... Others are as tired of themselves as you are. Let each one learn to bore himself. It is strictly requested that no cobsmoking, spitting, pubchat, wrastle rounds, coarse courting, smut, etc, will take place amongst those hours so devoted to repose. Look before behind before you strip you. Disrobe clothed in the strictest secrecy which privacy can afford. Water non to be discharged coram grate or ex window... This is seriously meant. Here is a homelet not a hothel.
FDV: Go to bed without disturbing your neighbours. The others are as tired of themselves as you are. Let each man learn to bore himself. You are requested that no pipesmoking, spitting, loudtalk, sparring matches, noisy kissing etc will take place during the hours devoted to repose. On no account also should water of any sort be discharged against the grate or out of the window. Ours is a house not a hottle.
That's right, old oldun!
All in fact is soon as all of old right as anywas ever in very old place. Were he... to beat the bounds by here at such a point of time as this is... pollysigh patrolman Seekersenn... he would mac siccar of inket goodsforetombed ereshiningem of light turkling eitheranny of thuncle's windopes. More... if he brought his boots to pause in peace, the one beside the other one, right on the road, he would seize no sound from cache or cave beyond the flow of wand was gypsing water, telling him now, telling him all, all about ham and livery, stay and toast ham in livery, and buttermore with murmurladen, to waker oats for him on livery... Loab at cod then herrin or wind thin mong them treen.
FDV: That's right, old old ones. Everything in fact is now about as normal as anything. Were he to beat by at such a point of time as this is, patrolman Seekasun would perceive no appearances of light at any of their windows. And if he brought his boots to pause in peace the one beside the other one, right on the road, he would hear no sound on either side except the flow of water what was telling him now all about ham and livery, stay and toast ham and livery, and buttermon + murmurlade and bacon oats and ham on livery. Or that wind then mong them treen.
FDV (trimmed): Let's see. See you. All seeing, together. Sirs? Where saw him? So and so. Buzz, cease to cease. Begin you. Spake truth to none other? Were you there? Were we where?
FDV (trimmed): Were you there, holly and ivy, where you were when he? Did you climb the creeper's wall, cling to it, remember now then Yule remember me. O. Why were you in the prickly hedges, redcoat robin, roundface chumberries? Answer by your numbers. Were you then, in the eyeful hollow?
Now we get some comparatively lucid testimony from the spying soldiers:
Hiss! Which we had only our hazelight to see with, cert, in our point of view, me and my auxy, Jimmy d'Arcy, hadn't we, Jimmy? -- Who to seen with? Kiss! No kidd, captn, which he stood us, three jolly postboys, first a couple of Mountjoys and nutty woodbines with his cadbully's choculars... in the snug at the Cambridge Arms of Teddy Ales... Honeysuckler, that's what my young lady here, Fred Watkins, bugler Fred, all the ways from Melmoth in Natal, she calls him,
FDV: We only had a hazelight, hadn't we, jimmy, it was him gave us woodbine my race old honeysuckler, that's what one nutty john he was calls him,
...when he commit his certain questions vivaviz the secret empire of the snake which it was on a point of our sutton down, how was it, Jimmy? -- Who has sinnerettes to declare? Phiss! Touching our Phoenix Rangers' nuisance at the meeting of the waitresses, the daintylines, Elsies from Chelsies, the two legglegels in blooms, and those pest of parkies, twitch, thistle and charlock, were they for giving up their fogging trespasses by order which we foregathered he must be raw in cane sugar, the party, no, Jimmy MacCawthelock? Who trespass against me? Briss! That's him wiv his wig on, achewing of his maple gum, that's our grainpopaw, Mister Beardall, an accompliced burgomaster... which he told us privates out of his own scented mouf he used to was, my lads, afore this wineact come, what say, our Jimmy the chapelgoer? -- Who fears all masters! Hi, Jocko Nowlong, my own sweet boosy love, which he puts his feeler to me behind the beggar's bush, does Freda, don't you be an emugee! Carryone, he says, though we marooned through this woylde. We must spy a half a hind on honeysuckler now his old face's hardalone wiv his defences down during his wappin stillstand, says my Fred, and Jamessime here which, pip it, she simply must, she says, our pet, she'll do a retroussy from her point of view (Way you fly! Like a frush!) to keep her flouncies off the grass while paying the wetmenots a musichall visit and pair her fiefighs fore him with just one curl after the cad came back which we fought he wars a gunner and his corkiness lay up two bottles of joy with a shandy had by Fred and a fino oloroso which he was warming to, my right, Jimmy, my old brown freer?-- Whose dolour, O so mine!
FDV: when he puts a question touching whether the park rangers were they trespassing on their duty. the gentleman who pushed is Mr Beardall, a burgomaster, after which, notwithstanding it was low visibility, we had seen all we desired only our jimmy, he's a roman, says lets spy on that old honeysuckler after His Corkiness Exexex paid for the 3 bottles of joy, and his fine oloroso.
Following idly up to seepoint... how di' you dew? Hollymerry, ivysad... were you there? Was truce of snow, moonmounded snow? Or did wolken hang o'er earth in umber hue his fulmenbomb? ...Was glimpsed the mean amount of cloud? Or did pitter rain fall in a sprinkling?
FDV: Following idly, what did you see?
...Of course, my pledge between us, there's no-one Noel like him here to hear... Only trees such as these such were those, waving there, the barketree, the o'briertree, the rowantree, the o'corneltree... All the trees in the wood they trembold, humbild, when they heard the stoppress from domday's erewold.
FDV: Nobody's here to hear, only trees, such as these, such as those waving there, the Barkertree, O'Brientree, the Rowantree, O'Corneltree, all the trees of the wood that trembold, humbild, when they read the stoppress in the Someday's Herold.
Tiss! Two pretty mistletots ribboned to a tree, up rose liberator and, fancy, they were free! Four witty missywives, winking under hoods, made lasses like lads love maypoleriding and dotted our green with tricksome couples, fiftyfifty, their chiltren's hundred.
FDV: Tiss! Two little mistletoes, ribboned to a tree, up stood liberator and, fancy, they were free. Four witty missywives, winking under hoods, made lasses + lads like maypoleriding + dotted the green with tricksome couples, fifty fifty, their children's hundred.
So childish pence took care of parents' pounds and many made money the way in the world where rushroads to riches crossed slums of lice and, the cause of it all, he forged himself ahead like a blazing urbanorb, brewing treble to drown grief, giving and taking mayom and tuam, playing milliards with his three golden balls, making party capital out of landed selfinterest, light on a slavey but weighty on the bourse, our hugest commercial emporialist, with his sons booing home from afar and his daughters bridling up at his side. Finner!
FDV: The childish pence took care of their parent pounds and money made money the usual way of the world and roads to riches crossed slums of the poor + he put himself a head like a blazing urbanorb, brewing trouble to drown grief, giving + taking mayo and tuam, playing milliards with three golden balls, making his capital of selfinterest, light on the slavey + weighty on the bourse, our huge commercial emporial, with his sons booing him from afar and his daughters bridling up by his side.
FDV (trimmed): What do you think about them? Give us your opinion? A dirty tyke he was, running a girl in Goatstown, harbouring fallen women + felling the pines, made up as a butcher in white. They do say as how, his eldest, she's a picture queen. I saw her driving to the oakroom fancy ball. Handsome high in hansom cab. O Boy! Did you know his bimbo well? Why, I should say! He would have finished up in spike long ago only for a neighbour's intervention saved him from a shower of hot gruel
How did he bank it up...? Going forth on the prowl, master jackill, under night and creeping back, dog to hide, over morning. Humbly to fall and cheaply to rise, exposition of failures...
FDV: How did he amass the balance he has at the bank? That is everybody's secret. Simply by repeated failures.
First for a change of a seven days license he wandered out of his farmer's health and so lost his early parishlife. Then... six junelooking flamefaces straggled wild out of their turns through his parsonfired wicket, showing all shapes of striplings in sleepless tights. Promptly whomafter... a main chanced to burst and misflooded his fortunes... Next... up started four hurrigan gales to smithereen his plateglass housewalls and the slate for accounts his keeper was cooking.
FDV: First he was confiscated: then a pipe broke out on his premises shortly after the main burst + misflooded his fortunes, then came a hooligans gale + scattered his walls + slates of all his cooked accounts.
Then came three boy buglehorners who counterbezzled and crossbugled him. Later on in the same evening two hussites absconded through a breach in his bylaws and left him, the infidels, to pay himself off in kind remembrances. Till, ultimatehim, fell the crowning barleystraw, when an explosium of his distilleries deafadumped all his dry goods to his most favoured sinflute and dropped him, what remains of a heptark, leareyed and letterish, weeping worrybound on his bankrump...
FDV: After, three buglers burgled him, later on two hussites absconded + left him without a character till, ultimately, as the crowning straw when an explosium of his distilleries deafeyed all his dry goods down to his oldtime and left him, all that remains of a heptarch, weeping worrybound on his bankrump.
On never again, by Phoenis, swore on him Lloyd's...
FDV (relocated): O, never again, said the Lloyd's.
They know him, the covenanter, by rote at least, for a chameleon at last, in his true falseheaven colours from ultraviolent to subred tissues. That's his last tryon to march through the grand tryomphal arch. His reignbolt's shot. Never again!
FDV (relocated): We know him now in his fine colours, for the ultraviolent to subredtition. That's his last tryon to march to the grand triumphal arch. Ergo... never again!
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