Friday, December 20, 2013

December 1923? Revered Letter level one

Revered
Majesty well, Ive heard all those birds what theyre saying about him but welcome. The Honourable Mr Earwicker, my devout husband, is a true gentleman which is what none of the sneakers ever was or will be because in the words of a royal poet such are born and not made and that he was and it was between Williamstown and Ailesbury road on the long car I first saw the lovelight in his eye. Well, revered Majesty, I hereafter swear he never once sent out the swags with a drop in any but the milk as it came from the cow and all that is invented by M'Grath Bros against that dear man, my honorary husband. If I were only to tell your revered all he said to me was it this time last year & I told Mrs. ?Gra for his accomodation, McGrath Bros, I'm saying and his bacon not fit to look at never mind butter which is forbidden by the eight commandment you shalt not bear false witness against they neighbour. Aha, McGrath, the lies are out on him like freckles, when I think of what he had the face to say about my dearly respected husband, can I ever forget that. Never, so may God forgive McGrath Bros all his trespasses against the Hon Mr Earwicker. If I was only to tell someone I know & they would make a corpse of him with the greatest of pleasure & not leave enough for the peelers to pick up.
There never was any girl in my house expecting trouble out of my noble husband, never, and those two hussies neither was virtuous after the doctor's declaration and whereas the Honourable Mr Earwicker has a very hairy chest a chest which I am the privileged one to see and whereas he is pursuant to that very affectionate for ladies' society I will not have a reptile the like of McGrath Bros to be spreading his lies all round where we live as I simply agree to it, the obnoxious liar, he was fired out of Clune's for giving guff.
I've heard it stated about the military but, did space permit, it is my belief I could show it was to cure the King's evil and I hereinafter swear by your revered majesty that he said in my presence: As there is a God of all things my mind is a complete blank.
Well, revered Majesty, I tender my heartest thanks & regrets for lettering you and I shall close hoping you are in the best of health. I don't care that for him and lies about an experience of mine with a clerical friend. Ask him what about his wife and Mr John Brophy the kissing solicitor. I only wish he wd look in through the letterbox some day. What ho, she bumps. He wd be surprised to see her & Mr Brophy quite effectionate together kissing & looking into a mirror.
So much for the lies that I was treated not very grand by thicks. If any thick goes to pull a gun on me, worse for him he'll know better manners. I will have his head broken by a Norwegian who has been expelled from christianity. I am perfectly proud of Mr Earwicker I tell sneakers and Mr Gainsayer McGrath creeping Christy, back & streaky, ninepence.
(Signed)
Dame Lara Prudence Earwicker
P.S. This will put the tin hat on McGrath [FDV]




all the earlier vignettes are mostly parodies of speaking styles, but here's a distinct parody of a writing style:


Revered
Majesty well, Ive heard all those birds what theyre saying about him but welcome.


(this can't anticipate FW003 "riverrun" since ALP isn't even ALP yet)

why the linebreak between "Revered" and "Majesty"? and why the uncapitalised "well" followed by a comma?

missing apostrophes = Molly/Nora

"birds" = the seabirds' song in T&I3 attacks King Mark, whose unfaithful fiancee Isolde is being kissed by Tristan, but here ALP is defending her husband HCE to an unnamed king regarding gossipy accusations

"but welcome" flustered forgets manners?
"welcome" embrace the slanders? (cf?? U55: "Might meet a robber or two. Well, meet him.")

sequence of honorifics, mostly slight variations on "your Revered Majesty" and "The Honourable Mr Earwicker":
Revered Majesty
The Honourable Mr Earwicker, my devout husband
revered Majesty
that dear man, my honorary husband
your revered
my dearly respected husband
the Hon Mr Earwicker
my noble husband
the Honourable Mr Earwicker
your revered majesty
revered Majesty
Mr Earwicker


FW2: "Revered. May we add majesty? Well... was really so denighted of this lights time. Mucksrats which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards at a fine day."


The Honourable Mr Earwicker, my devout husband, is a true gentleman which is what none of the sneakers ever was or will be because in the words of a royal poet such are born and not made and that he was and it was between Williamstown and Ailesbury road on the long car I first saw the lovelight in his eye.

the UK has a mess of rules about when "The Honourable Mr" is allowed
"devout" should conventionally be 'devoted'
"which is what"
"the sneakers" = birds (and Waves? and Adam/snake? soon McGrath)
John Ball: 'When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then a gentleman?' (in his famous sermon to the rebels of the Peasants' Revolt of 1381)

"royal poet" Poet Laureate? bard?
"born and not made" untraceable?
"and that he was" a born gentleman

Merrion Road and Ailesbury Road intersect just north of Williamstown, Dublin [streetview now] a little south of Sandymount strand


"long car" presumably a nicer-than-usual tram? cf 1914 long/short seating diagrams

'the lovelight in your eye'  1843 Irish Emigrant's Lament

(is there a traceable mental leap here, from gentleman to lovelight?)

FW2: "The honourable Master Sarmon they should be first born like he was... and it was between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top of the longcar... we think of him looking at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud."


Well, revered Majesty, I hereafter swear he never once sent out the swags with a drop in any but the milk as it came from the cow and all that is invented by M'Grath Bros against that dear man, my honorary husband.

"hereafter" should be 'hereinafter'
i can't find any use of "swags" for persons
VI.B25.157: "swags"
Australian: a tramp's (swagman's) pack of belongings
an obscure London nuance

what might he have "sent out"? hotel/pub guests? employees? beggars? packaged lunches?

"milk" HCE sells dairy products?
is there an accusation he gave them alcohol?
Isolde called Mark a "milkless ram"
"milk as it came from the cow" legal phrase exonerating dairyman (may be good or bad milk)

McGrath [fweet-6] pronounced muhGRAW in Ireland (is 'Bros' ever pronounced 'brahs'?)
"M'Grath Bros" (sisters treated as singular by Mamalujo)

Daniel McGrath: grocer, wine merchant and publican, 4-5 Charlotte St (from 1889 to 1918) street no longer exists 1909
some other Dublin grocers named McGrath

song 'Master McGrath' (commemorates Irish greyhound winning Waterloo Cup in 1869) 

"devout... honorary" pattern of malapropisms

FW2: "...the man what never put a dramn in the swags but milk from a national cowse... Sneakers in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head, whisperers, for his accomodation, the brothers me craw namely"


If I were only to tell your revered all he said to me was it this time last year & I told Mrs. ?Gra for his accomodation, McGrath Bros, I'm saying and his bacon not fit to look at never mind butter which is forbidden by the eight commandment you shalt not bear false witness against they neighbour.

'your revered majesty' very rare?!
"this time last year" anniversary motif
'for his accommodation' legal phrase
"not fit to look at" usually but not always spoken apologetically by women

Eighth Commandment: 'Thou shalt not bear false witness'

(so Earwicker and McGrath Brothers are neighbors who both sell milk, butter, and bacon?)

FW2: "and their bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thinthin thinthin. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commendment to shall not bare full sweetness against a nighboor's wiles."


Aha, McGrath, the lies are out on him like freckles, when I think of what he had the face to say about my dearly respected husband, can I ever forget that.

"like freckles" a mildly favorable simile
"had the face to" courage or affrontery
"freckles... face"
"dearly respected" not malapropism, for once
"can I ever forget" melodramatic cliche

FW2: "What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, the lies is coming out on them frecklefully, had the shames to suggest, can we ever?"


Never, so may God forgive McGrath Bros all his trespasses against the Hon Mr Earwicker.

'I can never forget... so may God forgive'

FW2: "Never! So may the law forget him their trespasses against Molloyd O'Reilly, that hugglebeddy fann here in my bed now about to get up, the hartiest that Coolock ever! A nought in nought Eirinishmhan called Ervigsen by his first mate. May all similar douters of our oldhame story have that fancied widning!"


If I was only to tell someone I know & they would make a corpse of him with the greatest of pleasure & not leave enough for the peelers to pick up.

"someone I know" cf below "a Norwegian who has been expelled from christianity"
"with the greatest of pleasure" she has friends who'll happily commit murder on her sayso?
"peelers" policemen (after John Peel)
(cf hen with orange peel?)

FW2: "For a pipe of twist or a slug of Hibernia metal we could let out and, by jings, someone would make a carpus of somebody with the greatest of pleasure by private shootings. And, in contravention to the constancy of chemical combinations, not enough of all the slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make their threi sevelty filfths of a man out of."


There never was any girl in my house expecting trouble out of my noble husband, never, and those two hussies neither was virtuous after the doctor's declaration and whereas the Honourable Mr Earwicker has a very hairy chest a chest which I am the privileged one to see and whereas he is pursuant to that very affectionate for ladies' society I will not have a reptile the like of McGrath Bros to be spreading his lies all round where we live as I simply agree to it, the obnoxious liar, he was fired out of Clune's for giving guff.

"any girl in my house expecting trouble out of my noble husband" cf Bloom with Mary Driscoll, U-Circe: "He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour, when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety pin. He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result. And he interfered twict with my clothing."

"hussies" etymologically from housewife, with connotation of bad manners

"two hussies... hairy chest"
cf HCE2 (Aug?) "Slander, let it do its worst, has never been able to convict that good and great man of any worse impropriety than that of having behaved in an ungentlemanly manner in the presence of a pair of maidservants in the rushy hollow whither nature as they alleged had spontaneously & at the same time sent them both whose testimonies are, if not dubious, at any rate slightly divergent on minor points touching what was certainly an incautious, but at the most, a partial exposure with attenuating circumstances. during an abnormal S Martin's summer."

"neither was virtuous after the doctor's declaration" cf T&I1: "However first and foremost, before testing her triangle to prove whether she was as the newspapers reported a virgo intacta, he asked her whether she had ever indulged in clandestine fornication."

"very affectionate for ladies' society" cf? Cad3 " that fashionable vice preacher to whom sinning society sirens (vide the daily press) at times became so enthusiastically attached"

"reptile" sneak/snake
VI.B25.150: "as I simply agree to it"
Joe Cuffe (fired Bloom for giving lip)
maybe Clery's?
(it's McGrath she's saying was fired)

'Clune' is a common name in Clare (Munster)

FW2: "He possessing from a child of highest valency for our privileged beholdings ever complete hairy of chest, hamps and eyebags in pursuance to salesladies' affectionate company. His real devotes. Wriggling reptiles, take notice! Whereas we exgust all such sprinkling snigs. They are pestituting the whole time neverwithstanding we simply agree upon the committee of amusance! Or would bring above under same notice for it to be able to be seen."

FW2: "About that coerogenal hun and his knowing the size of an eggcup. First he was a skulksman at one time and then Cloon's fired him through guff. Be sage about sausages! Stuttutistics shows with he's heacups of teatables the old firm's fatspitters are most eatenly appreciated by metropolonians. While we should like to drag attentions to our Wolkmans Cumsensation Act. The magnets of our midst being foisted upon by a plethorace of parachutes."


I've heard it stated about the military but, did space permit, it is my belief I could show it was to cure the King's evil and I hereinafter swear by your revered majesty that he said in my presence: As there is a God of all things my mind is a complete blank.

"the military" cf HCE4: "he lay at one time under the ludicrous imputation of annoying Welsh fusiliers in the people's park"

king's evil: scrofula, formerly supposed curable by regent's touch (so did HCE touch a fusilier? to cure himself or the soldier??)

amnesia as innocence?
atheism? = God of all things as blank mind

FW2: "Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military to the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was the mitigation of the king's evils. And how he staired up the step after it's the power of the gait. His giantstand of manunknown. No brad wishy washy wathy wanted neither! Once you are balladproof you are unperceable to haily, icy and missilethroes. Order now before we reach Ruggers' Rush! As we now must close hoping to Saint Laurans all in the best. Moral. Mrs Stores Humphreys: So you are expecting trouble, Pondups, from the domestic service questioned? Mr Stores Humphreys: Just as there is a good in even, Levia, my cheek is a compleet bleenk. Plumb. Meaning. One two four. Finckers. Up the hind hose of hizzars."

FW2: "Whereupon our best again to a hundred and eleven ploose one thousand and one other blessings will now concloose thoose epoostles to your great kindest, well, for all at trouble to took. We are all at home in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake, that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto loves end so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would pellow his head off to conjure up a, well, particularly mean stinkerlike funn make called Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of the pork martyrs? Force in giddersh! Tomothy and Lorcan, the bucket Toolers, both are Timsons now they've changed their characticuls during their blackout. Conan Boyles will pudge the daylives out through him, if they are correctly informed. Music, me ouldstrow, please! We'll have a brand rehearsal. Fing! One must simply laugh. Fing him aging! Good licks! Well, this ought to wake him to make up. He'll want all his fury gutmurdherers to redress him. Gilly in the gap. The big bad old sprowly allsome uttering foon! Has now stuffed last podding. His fooneral will sneak pleace by creeps o'clock, toosday. Kingen will commen. Allso brewbeer. Pens picture at Manshem House Horsegardens shown in Morning post as from Boston transcripped. Femilles will be preadaminant as from twentyeight to twelve. To hear that lovelade parson, of case, a bawl gentlemale, pour forther moracles. Don't forget! The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember. The remains must be kind of removed before eaght hours shorp. With earnestly conceived hopes. So help us to witness to this day to hand in sleep. Of Mayasdaysed most duteoused."


Well, revered Majesty, I tender my heartest thanks & regrets for lettering you and I shall close hoping you are in the best of health.

"lettering" as an active verb is unusual, suggesting bothering with letters

FW2: "Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands allieged herewith."


I don't care that for him and lies about an experience of mine with a clerical friend.

"I don't care that for him" ie, I don't hope he's in the best of health

(cf the cad's wife and the priest?)

FW2: "Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands allieged herewith."

Ask him what about his wife and Mr John Brophy the kissing solicitor.


here's an obscure 'singing solicitor'


I only wish he wd look in through the letterbox some day. What ho, she bumps. He wd be surprised to see her & Mr Brophy quite effectionate together kissing & looking into a mirror.

she means 'mailslot'
'What Ho! She Bumps'



FW2: "Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands allieged herewith. I wisht I wast be that dumb tyke and he'd wish it was me yonther heel. How about it? The sweetest song in the world! Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from the first with native copper locks. Referring to the Married Woman's Improperty Act, a correspondent paints out that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her innocenth eyes. O, felicious coolpose! If all the MacCrawls would only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! That's handsel for gertles! Never mind Micklemash! Chat us instead! The cad with the pope's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Just a prinche for tonight! Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepence. The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. The Boot Lane brigade. And she had a certain medicine brought her in a licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out! Only look through your leatherbox one day with P.C.Q. about 4.32 or at 8 and 22.5 with the quart of scissions masters and clerk and the bevyhum of Marie Reparatrices for a good allround sympowdhericks purge, full view, to be surprised to see under the grand piano Lily on the sofa (and a lady!) pulling a low and then he'd begin to jump a little bit to find out what goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous bussness by kissing and looking into a mirror."


So much for the lies that I was treated not very grand by thicks. If any thick goes to pull a gun on me, worse for him he'll know better manners. I will have his head broken by a Norwegian who has been expelled from christianity.

VI.B25.145: "treated not very grand"
"thicks" usually thickets or thickens, maybe thugs or thick-headed ones? (cf "swags" above)

'pulled a gun on' was still an uncommon phrase
she seems unworried she'll actually be shot, confident her bodyguard will protect her
Ibsen? HCE himself? how does she know this enforcer?

cf Cad3: "Treacle Tom passed away painlessly one hallow e'en in a state of nature, propelled into the great beyond by footblows of his last bedfellows, three Norwegians of the seafaring class."

FW2: "That we were treated not very grand when the police and everybody is all bowing to us when we go out in all directions on Wanterlond Road with my cubarola glide? And, personably speaking, they can make their beaux to my alce, as Hillary Allen sang to the opennine knighters. Item, we never were chained to a chair, and, bitem, no widower whithersoever followed us about with a fork on Yankskilling Day. Meet a great civilian (proud lives to him!) who is as gentle as a mushroom and a very attractable when he always sits forenenst us for his wet; while to all whom it may concern Sully is a thug from all he drunk, though he is a rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were herewith to lodge our complaint on Sergeant Laraseny in consequence of which in such steps taken his health would be constably broken into potter's pance which would be the change of his life by a Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispianity."

FW2: "Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by more polite conversation with a huntered persent human over the natural bestness of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb and shag. While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is thanks, beloved, to Adam, our former first Finnlatter and our grocerest churcher, as per Grippith's varuations, for his beautiful crossmess parzel."


I am perfectly proud of Mr Earwicker I tell sneakers and Mr Gainsayer McGrath creeping Christy, back & streaky, ninepence.

"perfectly proud" was a fairly recent cliche
gainsayer = against-sayer, contradictor

'Creeping Jesus' ostentatious religious display [wiki]
"Christy" in FW usually alludes to the Christy Minstrels, or once to the lead character in Synge's 'Playboy' [fweet-10]
in 1901 the Christys of Dublin included dairyman brothers

VI.B10.35: "bacon bellies mild cure 1/2 back & streaky, sliced 1/6" Irish Times 16 Nov 1922, 3/7: 'Lipton's Prices Save You Money:... Imported Bacon... Back or Streaky, sliced 1/6... Bellies, Pale, Mild cure 1/2'

FW2: "Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the Rathgarries, wagging here about around the rhythlms in me amphybed and he being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
Alma Luvia, Pollabella.
Ps! Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies. Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too."


(Signed)
Dame Lara Prudence Earwicker
P.S. This will put the tin hat on McGrath



(is this 1923 French snippet with "Dame Lara" and 'jurisprudence' somehow relevant??) (('Dama Lara' was once a tribal state in Nigeria))

Issy1 begins "For her prudence she always left the key of her press in the lock of her press, the pen of the inkbottle in the neck of the ink bottle. Never were they lost."
Prudence is a common Irish forename, Lara much rarer

during WWI, J had written parody lyrics "Dooleysprudence" against the British

'put a stop to', 'put a lid on', 'put a cap on' (more common phrases)

WWI slang for steel helmets



Sunday, December 15, 2013

December 1923? Revered Letter level two

Alone one cannot know who did it for the hand was fair. We can suppose it that of Shemus the penman, a village soak, who when snugly liquored lived, so

Revered
Majesty well, Ive heard all those birds what theyre bringing it about him and welcome for they will come to no good. The Honourable Mr Earwicker, my devout husband, is a true gentleman which is what none of the sneakers ever was or will be because in the words of a royal poet such are born and not made and that he was and it was between Williamstown and the Ailesbury road on the long car I first saw the lovelight in his eye when he told me to pardon him his true opinion but that I had got a lovely face. That day I thought that I was back in paradise. Well, revered Majesty, I hereafter swear he never once sent out the swags with a drop in them but the milk as it came from the cow like he did and all that is all pure made up by a snake in the grass and his name is M'Grath Bros against that dear man, my honorary husband. If I were only to tell your revered all that caffler said to me was it this time last year & I told Mrs. Tom for his accomodation, McGrath Bros, I'm saying and his bacon not fit to look at never mind butter which is forbidden by the eight commandment thou shalt not bear false witness against they neighbour wife. But I could read him. Aha, McGrath, the lies are out on him like freckles, when I think of what he had the face to say about my dearly respected husband, can I ever forget that. Never, so may God forgive McGrath Bros all his trespasses against the Hon Mr Earwicker. to For two straws tell someone I know & they would make a corpse of him with the greatest of pleasure & not leave enough for the peelers to pick up.
     There never was any girl in my house expecting trouble out of my noble husband, never, I shall bring under your notice, Majesty, those two hussies neither of them was virtuous after the public doctor's declaration out of the lock and whereas the said Honourable Mr Earwicker has a chest very hairy for it to be seen from a child which I am the privileged one to see and whereas pursuant to that very att. for salesladies' society I will not have a reptile the like of McGrath Bros who thinks he's the big noise here to be spreading his dirty lies all round where we live as I simply agree to it, the obnoxious liar! I won't dream of a sausage of his not even for catsmeat & he was fired out of Clune's where he forgot he was only a common floorwalker for giving his guff.
     I've heard it stated about the military but, did space permit, it is my belief I could show it was the wish of his mind to cure the King's evil and I hereinafter swear by your revered majesty that he gave me the price of a bulletproof dress with angel sleeves said in my presence that: As there is a God of all things my mind is a complete blank.
     Well, revered Majesty, I tender my heartest thanks & regrets for lettering you and I shall now close hoping you are in the best. I care that for him and lies about an experience of mine as a girl with a clerical friend. Ask him what about his wife and Mr John Brophy & Son, the kissing solicitor which is enjoying the attention of private dectectives. I only wish he wd look in through his letterbox some day. What ho, she bumps. He wd not say that was a solicitor's business. He wd be surprised to see her & Mr Brophy quite effectionate together kissing & looking into a mirror.
     So much for the sneakery that I was treated not very grand by thicks off Bully's acre. If any of Mister M'Grath's thick goes to pull a gun on me, he'll know better manners. I will complain on them to policesergeant Laracy at the corner of Buttermilk lane & he will have his head well & lawfully broken by a Norwegian who has been expelled from christianity. I am perfectly proud of Mr Earwicker, my once handsome husband; who is as gentle as a woman & he never chained me to a chair since this island was born. I can show anyone the bag of cakes given to me by Mr Earwicker for our last wedding day. Thank you, beloved, for your beautiful parcel. You are always the gentleman. I tell sneakers and Mr Gainsayer McGrath back & streaky, ninepence.
Hoping the clouds will soon dissipate you will enjoy perusal and completely
(Signed)
Her Mark & Seal Dame Lara Prudence Earwicker (valued wife of . . . )
P.S. This will put the tin hat on McGrath [FDV]

cf Mamafesta1/2 summary: "a goodishsized sheet of letterpaper originating from Boston (Mass) of the eleventh of the fifth to dear which proceeded to mention Maggy well and everybody athome is general health well and a lovely face of some born gentleman with a parcel of cookycakes for tea well and must now close a grand funeral Maggy and hopes to hear from with love & four crosses from loving from a [large] looking stain of tea" ("born gentleman" and "Grand funeral" are even later!)







Alone one cannot know who did it for the hand was fair. We can suppose it that of Shemus the penman, a village soak, who when snugly liquored lived, so

"did it" referring back to the hen finding the paper?



Revered
Majesty well, Ive heard all those birds what theyre bringing it about him and welcome for they will come to no good. The Honourable Mr Earwicker, my devout husband, is a true gentleman which is what none of the sneakers ever was or will be because in the words of a royal poet such are born and not made and that he was and it was between Williamstown and the Ailesbury road on the long car I first saw the lovelight in his eye




when he told me to pardon him his true opinion but that I had got a lovely face. That day I thought that I was back in paradise.

(did HCE first meet ALP in a public tram?!)

"back in paradise" ie, babies are in Heaven before their birth?

cf Delivery1? "For it was she who still believed that her face was the best part of her & hoped for"


Well, revered Majesty, I hereafter swear he never once sent out the swags with a drop in them but the milk as it came from the cow like he did and all that is all pure made up by a snake in the grass and his name is M'Grath Bros against that dear man, my honorary husband.

"like he did" odd-- like he sent them out with milk?
"a snake in the grass"


If I were only to tell your revered all that caffler said to me was it this time last year & I told Mrs. Tom for his accomodation, McGrath Bros, I'm saying and his bacon not fit to look at never mind butter which is forbidden by the eight commandment thou shalt not bear false witness against they neighbour wife. But I could read him.

Anglo-Irish/Hiberno-English caffler: contemptible, cheeky little fellow; prankster (from Irish cafaire: prater)

there was a Mrs Tom (Maria) McGrath in 1901, maybe grocer-brothers with William McGrath?

"But I could read him." ie, his lies didn't fool her


Aha, McGrath, the lies are out on him like freckles, when I think of what he had the face to say about my dearly respected husband, can I ever forget that. Never, so may God forgive McGrath Bros all his trespasses against the Hon Mr Earwicker. to For two straws tell someone I know & they would make a corpse of him with the greatest of pleasure & not leave enough for the peelers to pick up.

"For two straws" recent phrase


There never was any girl in my house expecting trouble out of my noble husband, never, I shall bring under your notice, Majesty, those two hussies neither of them was virtuous after the public doctor's declaration out of the lock and whereas the said Honourable Mr Earwicker has a chest very hairy for it to be seen from a child which I am the privileged one to see

"under your notice" legal idiom

George Bernard Shaw wrote a 1909 essay on 'The Doctor's Dilemma' with a section called 'The Public Doctor'

"out of the lock" maybe 'from the dock'?


and whereas pursuant to that very att. for salesladies' society I will not have a reptile the like of McGrath Bros who thinks he's the big noise here to be spreading his dirty lies all round where we live as I simply agree to it, the obnoxious liar!

"the big noise" not usually a person but an event, especially war


I won't dream of a sausage of his not even for catsmeat & he was fired out of Clune's where he forgot he was only a common floorwalker for giving his guff.

phallic symbol
"catsmeat" cf U63: "He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat."


I've heard it stated about the military but, did space permit, it is my belief I could show it was the wish of his mind to cure the King's evil and I hereinafter swear by your revered majesty that he gave me the price of a bulletproof dress with angel sleeves said in my presence that: As there is a God of all things my mind is a complete blank.

1949

"angel sleeves" = long wide sleeves that hang loose from the shoulder


Well, revered Majesty, I tender my heartest thanks & regrets for lettering you and I shall now close hoping you are in the best. I care that for him and lies about an experience of mine as a girl with a clerical friend. Ask him what about his wife and Mr John Brophy & Son, the kissing solicitor which is enjoying the attention of private dectectives. I only wish he wd look in through his letterbox some day. What ho, she bumps. He wd not say that was a solicitor's business. He wd be surprised to see her & Mr Brophy quite effectionate together kissing & looking into a mirror.

was "I don't care that for him" (!?)
"as a girl" (!? Nora?)


So much for the sneakery that I was treated not very grand by thicks off Bully's acre. If any of Mister M'Grath's thick goes to pull a gun on me, he'll know better manners. I will complain on them to policesergeant Laracy at the corner of Buttermilk lane & he will have his head well & lawfully broken by a Norwegian who has been expelled from christianity.

Bully's Acre [wiki] 1909 map StreetView now


57yo in 1901
also mentioned in U-Circe; widow 'Kate'

Buttermilk Lane, Galway, 1838

I am perfectly proud of Mr Earwicker, my once handsome husband; who is as gentle as a woman & he never chained me to a chair since this island was born. I can show anyone the bag of cakes given to me by Mr Earwicker for our last wedding day. Thank you, beloved, for your beautiful parcel. You are always the gentleman.

Molly liked bdsm erotica


"cakes" is vague, but if they were in a bag they couldn't have been too soft (maybe filling, maybe frosting)


it seems a very modest gift, and it's bizarre she's saving it

"wedding day" anniversary?


I tell sneakers and Mr Gainsayer McGrath back & streaky, ninepence.
Hoping the clouds will soon dissipate you will enjoy perusal and completely
(Signed)
Her Mark & Seal Dame Lara Prudence Earwicker (valued wife of . . . )
P.S. This will put the tin hat on McGrath


Mark = teastain?








Tuesday, December 10, 2013

January 1924: Revered Letter level four?

    Revered

    Majesty well Ive heard all those muckbirds what they are bringing up about him and they will come to no good. The Honourable Mr Earwicker, my devout husband, and he is a true gentleman who changes his two shirts a day which is what none of the sneakers ever will be because as sings the royal poet their likes must be first born like he was, my devout, and it was between Williamstown and the Ailesbury road I first saw the lovelight in your eyes like a pair of candles on the top of the longcar I think he is looking at me yet as if he would pass away in a cloud when he woke up all of a sweat beside me and told me his true opinion to pardon him golden one, but he dreamt about me I had got a lovely face that day and I simply thought I was back again in paradise lost when all the world was June, love, where us two walked hand in hand.

           Well, revered majesty, I hereafter swear never in his life did my husband send out the swags with a drop of anything in them but milk as it came from the natural cow and that is all a pure makeup by a snake in the grass and his name is McGrath Brothers against that dear man, my honorary husband. If I was to let out to your revered all that caffler whispered to me was it this time last year as I told Mrs Pat for his accomodation McGrath Brothers I'm saying and his bacon not fit to look at never mind butter which is strictly forbidden by the ten commandments thou shalt not unbare your false witness against thy neighbour's wife. Aha, McGrath, the lies is out on him like freckles. But I could read him. When I think what that slime had the shame to suggest about my dearly respected husband can I ever forget that? Never! So may the Lord forget McGrath Brothers for all his trespasses against the Honorary Mr Earwicker. For two straws, yes and less, I could let out to someone I know and they would make a corpse of him with the greatest of pleasure by private shooting and not leave enough of McGrath Brothers for the peelers to pick up.

           Lies! There never was any girl in my house expecting trouble off my esteemed husband never! Those pair of prostitutes that committed all the nuisance, neither of them were virtuous, pursuant to said declaration of their medical officer out of the Lock whereas I shall bring under revered notice the above Honourable Earwicker to possess from a child a chest seemed to none very hairy with eyebrows of same for it to be able to be seen which I am the most privileged to behold and pursuant to same very affectionate after salesladies' company. I will not have a wriggling reptile the like of the McGraths to be sprinkling his lies all around where we live if he thinks he is the big noise here about the prostitutes as I simply agree to it. There, you wurrum, you! I know you now. I would hate to have to say what I think about him. I exgust sneak McGrath, purveyors and Italian warehouseman by royal appointment, wanting to live on me and my noblest husband like a dirty pair of parachutes. I wouldn't dream of a sausage of his to poison a cat and it was in all the Sunday papers about Earwicker's farfamed fatspitters that they were eaten and appreciated by over fifteen thousands of people in Dublin this weekend. The obnoxious liar! First he was a Scotchman at one time and then he was fired out of Clunne's where he was only one of your common floorwalkers for giving guff.

           Moreover I have heard a certain remark stated about setting his bad example before those military but did space permit it is the best of my belief I could show that it was from the earliest wish of his mind to mitigate the King's evil and I hereinafter swear by your revered majesty that it was him gave me the price of my new bulletproof dress with the angel sleeves for my looking about twentyone and he said to my presence in these words : Just as there is a God of all, Livvy, my mind is a complete blank.

           Well, revered, I tender your heartbroken thanks with regrets for lettering you and will now close, hoping you are in the best. I don't care a fig for such and erronymous letter about an experience on the part of me as girl, alleged unpleasant, with a handsome prepossessing clerical friend. How about it! I was young and easy then and my shape admired from the first to feast his eyes on with my sweet auburn hair hanging to my innocent thighs and I can do just as I simply please with them because now it's my own by married women's impropery act. Never mind poor Father Michael now (the Lord reward him!) but chat me instead. If McGrathBrothers could only handle virgins like he used he would simply jump out of his dirty skin. 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, at present engaging attention by private detectives being hidden under the grand piano to find out whether nothing beyond kissing goes on. Lily is a lady, liliburlero bullenalaw! And she had a certain medicine brought her in a licensed victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! 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.

           So much for sneakery talk that I was treated not very grand by the thicks off Bully's Acre. If any of Sully's thicks was to pull a gun on me he will know better manners the way I'll sully him. I will herewith lodge my complaint on him to police sergeant Laracy who does be on the corner of Buttermilk Lane with the Rafferty's nurse and he will take such steps so as to have his head well and lawfully broken in consequence by a Norwegian who has been expelled from christianity.

           Dear Majesty, I hope you are quite well. How are ye all? We are always talking of all of ye in bed. I am anxious myself about ye all. I'm feeling the cold more than I used and has to wear flannels to the skin. To speak truth I was rather put out latterly in my health about the thugs got up for McGrath by Sully. I am advised the waxy is at the present in hospital with palpitations from all he drunk and it's seldom I saw him any other way. That he may never come out but he is a rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. And now whereas I will let all whom it may concern to know that I am perfectly proud of this great civilian, A.L.P. Earwicker, long life to him my once handsome husband who is as gentle as a mushroom to be seen from my improved looks and a greatly attractable when he always sits fornenst me, poor ass, for his wet to resume our polite conversations with Earwicker over lawful business and pleasures when he is after a good few mugs of four ale and shag and he never chained me to a chair or followed me about with a fork on Thanksgiving Day ever since this native island was born and that is why all the police and everybody is all bowing around to me whenever I go out in all directions. Earwicker is a hundred percent human, I tell slysneakers and you, Master McGrath, pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky, ninepence. I can hereby show whoever likes original bag of one apiece cakes and Adam Findlater's choice figrolls which was given to me when so fondly remembered on occasion of our last golden wedding by Mr Earwicker. Thank you, beloved, for your beautiful parcel. Always the born gentleman can be plainly seen by all from such behaviour.

           Well I simply like their damn cheek for them to go and say about he being as bothered as he possible could. I must beg to contradict in the strongest as indeed I think I may add at this stage in the matter of hearing that he is after his manner and certified of so being quite agreeable deef. I'd give him his answer if he was to dare to say my revered husband was never a true widower in the eyes of the law on consideration of his diseased obsolete inasmuch as the present Mr Earwicker Esquire has often given said deponent full particulars answering to description of the late diseased in dear delightful twilit hours when this truly timehonoured man is a great warrant to play slapsam and population peg and Sally Shortclothes when he can proudly hold his own always whilst we frankly enjoyed more than anything the secret workings of nature (thank heaven for it, I humbly pray!) and was really so delighted of the nice time. Who would stoop to argue with a particularly mean stinker called McGrath Brothers. If I am credibly informed cannonballs is the only true argument with a low sneak. Ping! Ping! Hit him again! Ping! That ought to make him hop it. Ha! Ha! Ha! I must simply laugh. Sneak McGrath has stuffed his last black pudding. 3.p.m. Wednesday. Grand funeral by torchlight of McGrath Brothers. Don't forget. His funeral will now shortly take place. Remains must be removed before 3 sharp. R.I.P.

            Well, revered majesty, I take this liberty of cherishing expectations that the clouds will soon dissipate looking forward to the fine day we had and will now conclude above epistle with best thanks and my thousand blessings for your great kindest and all the trouble to took for self and dearest of husbands who I'll be true to you unto life's end as long as he has a barrel full of Bass with love to Majes and all at home in the earnest hopes you will soon enjoy perusal of same most completely.

           So help me witness to this day to my hand and mark from your revered Majesty's most duteous I remain

        Your affectionate
               Dame Anna Livia Plurabelle Earwicker
               (Only lawful wife of A.L.P. Earwicker)

    N.B. This simply puts the tin hat on M.G. [cite]




Wednesday, November 20, 2013

December 1923? Delivery of the Letter level one

And congruously enough the confusion of its composition was fitly capped by the zigzaggery of its delivering. The postman mentioned on page 80 and not for the 1st time in history for just as, it has been more than once pointed out, the demise of one parish priest or curator is sure to be followed by other parochial demises of an allied nature. Though, coming now to the postman mentioned on p 80, though his qualifications for that particular post were known only to a limited circle of friends the spectacle of the Lucalizod lettercarrier, an official of very superior appearance in his emptybottlegreen jerkin, at once gave doubters a vouch for his bifinalist zeal. Both sides of the roadway were visited by him in turn in the discharge of his important duty and during which he got a no of stumbles which seemed to startle him very much and while he allowed simple & unfranked correspondence to escape automatically from the mailbag ...ed to him, his unerring zeal in sorting for special delivery all missives containing bullion or eatables, made him a man, seen, pitied, & respected.
Thus two was a woman's petition, maid, wife & mother, offered by two sons of wild earth, Shamus Pennifera, and Johannes Epistoloforus, to their and of all the Lord, offering to him from whom all things came their gift of knowledge, thereby giving him of his own (the lion's mouth).
For it was she who still believed that her face was the best part of her & hoped for
It was this last alone that at last gave HCE the raspberry. Groaning of spirit, he lifted his hands & many who did not dare it, heard him say: I will give £10 to the 1st fellow who will put that W in [...] royal canal. [FDV]






And congruously enough the confusion of its composition was fitly capped by the zigzaggery of its delivering.

"confusion of its composition" Mamafesta?

"fitly capped" wearing a hat that fits? (cf 'tin hat on McGrath')

mailman on foot may cross street for each house (but if there's lots close together it will be more efficient to do each side in turn)

VI.A Eveline "she walked alone from school, told her friends pop walked zigzag: man followed"
VI.A Exiles2 "Trist's way for entering house (zigzag)"
ROC4 "the longest way out down the switchbackward road"

that FW should be preoccupied with the composition of Ulysses makes perfect sense... but what interested Joyce equally about its delivery/publication? how did St Kevin/ Stannie become Shem's esthetic counterweight... a mailman????


The postman mentioned on page 80 and not for the 1st time in history for just as, it has been more than once pointed out, the demise of one parish priest or curator is sure to be followed by other parochial demises of an allied nature.

Cad2 has this glancing mention: "Next morning postman handed him a letter superscribed to Humpty, Pot and Gallows King."

(previously: Kevin carrying tub? Tristan as "carrier of the ovum"? Mmlj "used to give the grandest lectures by the picture postcard"??)

is "page 80" a random placeholder? could Joyce have had approximate pagenumbers for his mental outline?
U80? (Bloom leaving church???)
"1st time in history" Viconian framing??
"demise of... priest" cf The Sisters?
"curator"
superstition: things come in threes


Though, coming now to the postman mentioned on p 80, though his qualifications for that particular post were known only to a limited circle of friends the spectacle of the Lucalizod lettercarrier, an official of very superior appearance in his emptybottlegreen jerkin, at once gave doubters a vouch for his bifinalist zeal.

"limited circle of friends" Stannie, or James? maybe postman = biographer??
"superior appearance" the opposite of Shem
empty (where Shem was full)
empty green beerbottle

'bottlegreen' leather
did Irish mailmen ever have green uniforms pre-1923?

1938
green jerkin
"bifinalist" one of two finalists for mailman job, has advantage of handsome uniform??
(i keep hearing 'bimetallist' but i can't see how it would fit)


Both sides of the roadway were visited by him in turn in the discharge of his important duty and during which he got a no of stumbles which seemed to startle him very much and while he allowed simple & unfranked correspondence to escape automatically from the mailbag ...ed to him, his unerring zeal in sorting for special delivery all missives containing bullion or eatables, made him a man, seen, pitied, & respected.

"Both sides" not just the more sympathetic pole of any duality?
"roadway" sounds rural
"important duty" distributing Joyce's writing?
"got... stumbles" why "got"? what sort of stumbles?
"simple and unfranked"
'franked' would imply official govt mail?
did Shaun drop the Revered Letter? was it never delivered?
"allowed... to escape" ??
"escape automatically" how? why?
"mailbag" 1st appearance of motif?
'entrusted'?
"bifinalist zeal... unerring zeal"
bouillon? cf "broth" in Kevineen
"eatables" hints at his weight vs Shem's skinniness
his priority was food not art
"a man, seen"
Issy pitied the devil
ROC4: "the body, you'd pity him"
pitied for burden, respected for persistence (cf Sisyphus)


Thus ?two was a woman's petition, maid, wife & mother, offered by two sons of wild earth, Shamus Pennifera, and Johannes Epistoloforus, to their and of all the Lord, offering to him from whom all things came their gift of knowledge, thereby giving him of his own (the lion's mouth).

'too'?
"woman's petition" aka Revered Letter 1?
wife more than maid, not mother (yet)
Blavatsky uses 'sons of the earth'
Colum used "wild earth"
(earliest Shem and Shaun?)
pennifera = feather-bearing? quill pen
epistoloforus = letter-bearing
-ifera/-oforus?
"the Lord" ie revered Majesty
"their gift of knowledge" Shaun's too??
phrase: put head in lion's mouth
'The original Lion's Mouth... was that Venetian orifice into which anonymous informers popped the names of such persons as they hoped thus to deliver over to the Council of Ten [for torture]' [cite]
cf the horse's mouth?


For it was she who still believed that her face was the best part of her & hoped for

Hayman relocates this line to the Revered Letter level two. (but it's 3rd person, and a letter can't show a face)


It was this last alone that at last gave HCE the raspberry. Groaning of spirit, he lifted his hands & many who did not dare it, heard him say: I will give £10 to the 1st fellow who will put that W in [...] royal canal.

what "last"? what raspberry?
ALP, with or without Shem and/or Shaun?
"dare it" ie, to earn the tenner

ungrateful HCE wants to kill/humiliate ALP... for her inadequate defense? he wishes she'd kept mum, he thinks she's making things worse...? is she hinting at things he's still keeping secret?

(are they separated?)

1907
Royal Canal = 90miles long, from  Maynooth, Kilcock, Enfield, Mullingar and Ballymahon
what's special about it?


Friday, November 15, 2013

December 1923? Delivery of the Letter level two

And congruously enough the confusion of its composition was fitly capped by the zigzaggery of its delivery. and not for the 1st time in history just as, it has been more than once pointed out, the demise of one parish priest or curator is sure to be followed sooner or later by other parochial demises of an allied nature. Though, coming now to the postman hastily left on p 80, though his qualifications for that particular postal or office were known only to a limited circle of friends the spectacle of the Lucalizod lettercarrier, an a most capable official of very superior appearance in his emptybottlegreen jerkin, at once gave doubtfull a vouch for his bifinalist zaal. His movements showed that North & South sides of the roadway were visited by him in turn in the discharge of his important duty during which he got a no of stumbles which appeared to startle him very much and while he allowed simple & unfranked correspondence to escape automatically from the mailbag ...ed to him, the unerring zeal with which amid a blizzard with low visibility and on everevenground he sorted & secured for immediate home delivery all packages containing bullion or eatables, made in a manner of Shaun the Post a man, seen, felt for, envied & looked up to.
     Thus was a woman's petition, maid, wife & mother, brought by two sons of wild earth since sainted scholars, Iacopus Pennifera, and Johannes Epistolophorus, to their and of all the Lord, offering to him from whom all things had come once their gift of her knowledge, thereby giving him of his own (the lion's mouth).
     It was this last alone that at last gave HCE the raspberry. Groaning of spirit, he lifted his hands & many who did not dare it, heard him say: I will give £10 tomorrow & gladly to the 1st fellow who will put that W in the royal canal.

but when the facsimile of the letter written by the joint author finally reached the alderman's ears his surprise was practically complete so much so as to give him the raspberry. With groanings which cd not be all uttered down he sat, he lifted up his shirtsleeves, while many in the baronet publican's banner room, who did not dare, heard him declare: I will give £10 tomorrow gladly to the 1st fellow who will put her in the royal canal. [FDV]
 
"Return to ad park please (Sayings of HCE)
"Woman (lady)"
"jeg vil give ti Punt imorge til dem, forest Fin ever Komde."
"Prayer on Acropolis"
"postman & style of narrative symbolical of our time."








And congruously enough the confusion of its composition was fitly capped by the zigzaggery of its delivery. and not for the 1st time in history just as, it has been more than once pointed out, the demise of one parish priest or curator is sure to be followed sooner or later by other parochial demises of an allied nature.

"sooner or later" (the superstition is thus unfalsifiable)


Though, coming now to the postman hastily left on p 80, though his qualifications for that particular postal or office were known only to a limited circle of friends the spectacle of the Lucalizod lettercarrier, an a most capable official of very superior appearance in his emptybottlegreen jerkin, at once gave doubtfull a vouch for his bifinalist zaal.

"postal" never a noun?
the doubtful?
"zaal" Dutch for room


His movements showed that North & South sides of the roadway were visited by him in turn in the discharge of his important duty during which he got a no of stumbles which appeared to startle him very much and while he allowed simple & unfranked correspondence to escape automatically from the mailbag ...ed to him, the unerring zeal with which amid a blizzard with low visibility and on [a] everevenground he sorted & secured for immediate home delivery all packages containing bullion or eatables, made [him] [immediately] in a manner of Shaun the Post a man, seen, felt for, envied & looked up to.

"movements... appeared" who's observing?


Thus was a woman's petition, maid, wife & mother, brought by two sons of wild earth since sainted scholars, Iacopus Pennifera, and Johannes Epistolophorus, to their and of all the Lord, offering to him from whom all things had come once their gift of her knowledge, thereby giving him of his own (the lion's mouth).

Shaun also a scholar?
"had come once" before his own fall? ie Majesty = HCE?
"her knowledge" woman's wisdom


It was this last alone that at last gave HCE the raspberry. Groaning of spirit, he lifted his hands & many who did not dare it, heard him say: I will give £10 tomorrow & gladly to the 1st fellow who will put that W in the royal canal.




but when the facsimile of the letter written by the joint author finally reached the alderman's ears his surprise was practically complete so much so as to give him the raspberry. With groanings which cd not be all uttered down he sat, he lifted up his shirtsleeves, while many in the baronet publican's banner room, who did not dare, heard him declare: I will give £10 tomorrow gladly to the 1st fellow who will put her in the royal canal.

"baronet publican" maybe Sir Timothy O'Brien of the battered naggin?

"banner room" in schools, the room that's most recently won the honor of cleanest, etc

Sunday, October 20, 2013

December 1923? Mamafesta level one

The proteiform graph itself is a polyexigetical piece of scripture. There was a time when alphabetters would have written it down the tracing of a pure deliquescent recidivist, snubnosed, probably, and having a profound rainbowl in his (or her) occiput. Closer inspection of the bordereau would however reveal a multiplicity of personalities inflicted on the provoking document and a prevision of crime or crimes unwarily be made before any suitable occasion for it or them had presented. But under the very eyes of inspection the traits which feature the sympathetic page coalesce, their contrarieties eliminated in a stable somebody, as by the warring of housebreaker on heartbreaker, of dram drinker with freethinker society bowls along bumpily through generations, more generations & still more generations. Who in hell wrote the durn thing anyway? Standing, seated, on horseback, against a partywall, below zero, by the use of quill or style, with perturbed or pellucid mind, accompanied or the reverse by mastication interrupted by visit of person to scriptor or of scriptor to place, rained upon or blown around, by a regular racer from the soil or a whittlewit laden with the loot of learning? And remember patience is the great thing. And above all things we must neither be nor become impatient. Think of all the patience possessed by Bruce & the spider. If after years and years of research a sage solemnly tells us that the great one is less than a name, that the ear of Earwicker was the trademark of a broadcaster and his wicker the local cant for an aeronaut then as to this oscillating epistle what is he who is the man to give us the dinkum oil? To conclude from the absence of political allusions and its [...] that it cannot ever have been the work of a man or woman of that period & those parts is as unjust as it would be to conclude from the nonpresence of inverted commas on any page that its compiler was constitutionally incapable of misappropriating the actual words of others.
Has anyone, it might with profit some evening be asked, ever looked sufficiently longly upon a stamped addressed envelope. Admittedly it is but a covering; it bears an economic classification: its character is the civil clothing of whatever purepassionpallid or plaguepurple nakedness it may or may not contain.
Yet to concentrate solely on the psychological content or even the mental configuration of any document to the neglect of the facts which circumstance it is as hurtful to good sense (and let us add, good taste) as were the ?indian when presented by a friend to a lady of the latter's acquaintance straightaway to vision her in unapparelled naturalness deliberately closing his eyes to the fact that she was after all wearing some definite articles of clothing, inharmonious, a captious one might, not strictly necessary, a little irritating suddenly full of local & personal colour, suggestive of much more, capable of being stretched if need were, their parts capable, even, of being separated for closer comparison by the careful hand of an expert. Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of clothing are there and that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there at the same time, and that one may be separated from the other, that both may be contemplated & that each may be considered in turn apart from the other successively? Let then the facts speak in their own favour. It was wont to be wittily wagged by the chuckler Mahappy Mahapnot that Lucalizod was the only place in the world where the possible was always improbable and the improbable the inevitable. This implies a sequentiality of impossible probables but nobody who has read up his subject probably in Aristotle will applaud the sentiment or sentence for utterly impossible as are all these events they are probably as like those which happened as any other which never took place at all are ever likely to be.
About that hen, first. Midwinter was in the offing when a poorly clad Shiverer, a mere bantling, observed a cold fowl behaving strangely on the fatal dump at the spot called the orangery when in the course of its deeper demolition it threw up certain fragments of orange peel, the remnant of an outdoor meal of some unknown sunseeker illico in in a mistridden past. What child but little Kevin would ever in such a scene have found a motive for future sainthood by euchring the discovery of the Ardagh chalice by another innocent on the seasands near the scene of the massacre of most of the jacobiters. The bird of promise in the case was the hen of the Doran's and what she was scratching looked uncommonly like a sheet of letterpaper of the eleventh of the fifth to dear which proceeded to mention Maggy well and everybody general health and well and lovely face of some gentleman and a parcel of cookycakes well and it was a grand funeral Maggy and hopes to hear from with love from a large looking stain of tea. The stain, & that of tea, marks it at once as a genuine old Irish MS. Any photoist worth his chemicals will tell you that if a negative melts while drying the resultant positive will be a grotesque distortion of values, tones & masses. This freely is what must have happened to that missive unfilthed by the sagacity of a hen. The heat residence for who knows when in the orangeflavoured mound had dissolved the first impression and caused some features palpably near us to be swollen up grossly while the farther back we get the more we need the loan of a lens to see as much as the hen saw.
Wonderfully well this explains the double nature of this gryphonic script and while its ingredients stand out with stereoptican relief we can see beyond the figure of the scriptor into the subconscious writer's mind.

One cannot help noticing that some of the lines run from E to W, others from N to S. Such crossing is antechristian though the explanation may be geographical quite as easily as domestic economic. Then, in addition to the original sand, pounce or soft rag, it has acquired accretions of terricious matter while loitering in the past. The teastain is a study in itself and its importance in establishing the identity of the writer complex (for if the hand was one the minds were more than so) will be appreciated by remembering that after before & after the battle of the Boyne it was the custom not to sign letters always. For why sign when every word, letter, penstroke, space, is a perfect signature in its own way. A person is known more by his personality, habits of dress, movements, response to appeals for charity rather than by his or her boots. Who that in scrutinising marvels at the indignant whiplashloops, the bolted and blocked rounds, the touching reminiscence of an incomplete trail or dropped final, the gossipy threadreels, the whirligig glorioles which ambiembellish the majuscule of Earwicker, the pardonable confusion which at times the pees are often kews who thus marvelling will not go on to see the vaulting ambition of those interbranching upsweeps continually controlled and led by the uniform undeviating course of a cold male fist. Duff-Moeggli called this partnership the Odyssean or heterochiric complex from the wellinformed observation that in the case of the periplic poem popularly associated with that name a Punic admiralty report has been capsized & then refloated by dodecanesian baedeker of an every-place-a-treat-itself variety which should amply satisfy the gander as well as the goose. The identity of the persons in the complex came to light in a curious way. The original document was what is known as unbreakable script, that is to say, it had no signs of punctuation of any kind. On holding it to the light it was seen to be pierced or punctuated (in the university sense of the word) by numerous dots and gashes inflicted <by> a pronged instrument. These paper wounds, four in type, were gradually understand to mean stop, please stop, do please stop, and O do please stop respectively and investigation showed that they were provoked by the fork of a professor at the breakfast table. Deeply religious by nature it was correctly suspected that such anger could not openly have been directed against the ancestral spirit of her who openly respected by him as our boys' best friend and when it was at last noticed that the fourth or heaviest gash was most frequent where the script was clear and the term terse and that these were the exact places carefully selected for her perforations by Dame Partland on the dunghill reluctantly the theory of the jabbering ape was abandoned and its place usurped by that odious & even now insufficiently despised person, Jim the Penman. [FDV]



Joyce is making fun of his own manuscripts, foreseeing (us) critics suffering over them, but the specific manuscript used here as an example-- the Revered Letter-- is purely in the voice of HCE's wife defending him, maybe just transcribed by Shem but maybe instead forged by him. But for all the malice and distrust directed at Shem, the content of the Letter seems conspicuously innocent/ harmless...???

why didn't Joyce feel that this fragment-- found by the hen-- meant to exemplify Joyce's own writings-- needed to offer any more shocking examples of what Ulysses' critics attacked? why ALP's voice not Bloom's or Stephen's or Molly's?




The proteiform graph itself is a polyexigetical piece of scripture.

"proteiform" mainly applied to diseases with hard-to-predict symptoms

"graph" doesn't seem to have been a word before about 1890, when it was shortened from 'graphic' (cf grapheme, paragraph)

1869 'Carte Figurative'

"proteiform graph" is paradoxical because it implies changes in time
(purposely vague? a single hard-to-read sheet?)

spelling: exEgetical
many separate exegeses, or self-contained?
messy handwritten documents offer all sorts of subtle clues to the author's intent (or identity)

"scripture" etymologically just any writing, but the implication is sacred/holy
3D sculpture?

FW2: "The proteiform graph itself is a polyhedron of scripture." ("polyhedron" is dramatically less applicable, more 3D)


There was a time when alphabetters would have written it down the tracing of a pure deliquescent recidivist, snubnosed, probably, and having a profound rainbowl in his (or her) occiput.

"There was a time" (...but no longer)
alpha betters (cf 'my betters', A-list alphas, bettors/gamblers/risk-takers?)
people who alphabetise? all literate people? people who transcribe things into an alphabet?
"written it down" dismissed/diminished/classified
why not 'down as the' or 'to the'?
"tracing" copied by tracing, or recording the traces?
"deliquescent" seems perfectly meaningless applied to persons (maybe their bones liquefying?)
delinquent adolescent? (recent phrase)
'recidivism' etymologically is just repetition, but the connotation is always negative
"snubnosed" (absurd deduction)
Dillinger
"profound" spiritually or anatomically?
"rainbowl" rainbow bowl
"(or her)" anticipating ALP?
"occiput" back of head (ob+caput)
graphology/phrenology? (pseudoscience squared)
tonsure?? (cf Berkeley and Patrick, or Kevin?)

shouldn't this be Joyce dismissing his critics? so, he's first showing them dismissing him for absurd reasons? projecting their own ignorance?

why don't they begin with the possibility ALP wrote it herself? do they know her to be illiterate? why don't they assume Shem should have corrected her typos?

FW2: "There was a time when naif alphabetters would have written it down the tracing of a purely deliquescent recidivist, possibly ambidextrous, snubnosed probably and presenting a strangely profound rainbowl in his (or her) occiput." ("naif" implying they've barely begun to think seriously about it)


Closer inspection of the bordereau would however reveal a multiplicity of personalities inflicted on the provoking document and a prevision of crime or crimes unwarily be made before any suitable occasion for it or them had presented.

"Closer inspection" is always a good thing, though the phrase might be misused rhetorically

the Dreyfus affair in the 1890s hinged on the handwriting on a "bordereau"

translation

"bordereau" (French) a detailed listing of documents or accounts

(here maybe tracing the proteiform changes of the graph?)

border
"multiplicity of personalities" different handwritings? different critics? psycho?
"inflicted" anticipates hen-and-fork holes
"provoking" the content provoked the personalities-infliction?

"prevision" foreknowledge (cf?? T&I4 "the (proleptically) red sea")
'prOvision... made' preparation ('make a prevision' is nonsense?)

"crime"

so if you look too close you might accidentally imagine you foresee a crime???

Hayman assumes Joyce intended the eventual 'might' here

a 2nd document from the Dreyfus case was the 'faux Henry' with multiple handwritings:

FW2: "Closer inspection of the bordereau would reveal a multiplicity of personalities inflicted on the document or documents and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be made... before any suitable occasion for it or them had so far managed to happen along."


But under the very eyes of inspection the traits which feature the sympathetic page coalesce, their contrarieties eliminated in a stable somebody,

though a hasty reading of Ulysses might judge the multiple styles a crime against good taste, if you keep digging you'll eventually find an esthetic unity

"Closer inspection... the very eyes of inspection" redundancy fixed later
cliche: many variations of "under the very eyes of the"
"eyes of inspection" (cf?? VI.A Sisters "she tossed on the couch of separation and her eyes were blackened by the punch of sleeplessness")

"feature" = are featured on?
cf?? Berkeley1 "the violet contusions of the prince's feature"
"sympathetic page" the page seen with sympathetic eyes?
(think of Ellmann trying to make sense of contradictory anecdotes)
Joyce claiming his greatest strength is sympathy?

Shem has used his gift to make her vivid

FW2: "In fact, under the close eyes of the inspector the traits featuring the chiaroscuro coalesce, their contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody"


as by the warring of housebreaker on heartbreaker, of dram drinker with freethinker society bowls along bumpily through generations, more generations & still more generations.

"as by" traits coalesce, contrarieties eliminated, as by warring

"housebreaker" unambiguously a male thief? or also one who breaks a house, or houses? or even a housebroken pet?

"heartbreaker" maybe female? T or I?
maybe Isolde breaks Mark's heart so he breaks her house?

or Bloom breaks into his own house, his heart broken by Molly?

"dram drinker" an alcoholic [def] ROC, HCE
but dramdrinkers must mean Catholics here

"with" not "on" (more even fight)
"freethinker" Bloom, Stephen

society bowls along by warring (Bruno?) (cf "rainbowl")

so are these contrarieties already Shem and Shaun? viconian ages???
housebreaker/heartbreaker [order will be swapped]

"bowls along bumpily" cricket bowling??
'bowling along' used to refer to vehicles most, horse-drawn or auto, then ships
"rainbowl... bowls"
"generations, more generations & still more generations" purely rhetorical emphasis

FW2: "similarly as by the providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of dramdrinker against freethinker our social something bowls along bumpily... down the long lane of... generations, more generations and still more generations." (providence is viconian)


Who in hell wrote the durn thing anyway?

Joyce/Shem in hell?
cf? Sam Johnson, cutting through abstractions
"the durn thing" goes back at least to 1894

was the Revered Letter really written by ALP, or by Shem for ALP, or by Shem as a forgery for his own malign purposes?

FW2: "Say, baroun lousadoor, who in hallhagal wrote the durn thing anyhow?"


Standing, seated, on horseback, against a partywall, below zero, by the use of quill or style, with perturbed or pellucid mind, accompanied or the reverse by mastication interrupted by visit of person to scriptor or of scriptor to place, rained upon or blown around, by a regular racer from the soil or a whittlewit laden with the loot of learning?

once the critics notice Ulysses' unity, they'll naturally wonder about its creator
not just 'who' but 'how'

Donne's "Good Friday, 1613, Riding Westward" seems to be the most famous piece written on horseback-- the rest are mostly soldiers' communiques

"against a partywall" (shared wall) purposely eavesdropping, or reluctantly distracted by noise?

"below zero" Fahrenheit probably (any examples?)

"style" maybe just poetic for pen, maybe a Roman stylus for writing on a wax tablet?

"perturbed" would be neatly shortened to "turbid"

"mastication" eg chewing tobacco to accompany thought? or just making chewing movements?

"interrupted by visit of person to scriptor" cf Coleridge's person from Porlock
"scriptor to place" Joyce's travels can (with effort) be correlated to his notes
"scriptor" is Latin (not English) for writer

"rained... blown" rainbow?? (seems farfetched)
(the writer wouldn't be literally blown around, but the paper could be)

cliche: 'racy of the soil' = characteristic of the true Irish race
U-Cyclops "So off they started about Irish sport and shoneen games the like of the lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again and all to that."

"regular racer" seems to be an expression of modest praise for a racehorse or racing boat

unwhittled/whittled = natural-strong-dull/artificial-weak-sharp?
cf Dickens' Chuzzlewit?
"laden with the loot" greedy burdened (Joyce was?)

FW2: "Erect, beseated, amountback, against a partywall, below freezigrade, by the use of quill or style, with turbid or pellucid mind, accompanied or the reverse by mastication, interrupted by visit of seer to scribe or of scribe to site... rained upon or blown around, by a rightdown regular racer from the soil or by a too pained whittlewit laden with the loot of learning?"


And remember patience is the great thing. And above all things we must neither be nor become impatient. Think of all the patience possessed by Bruce & the spider.

"And remember" nonsequitur?
"neither be nor become" phrase of Plato's used also by Theosophists

advice to Wakeans? and also Ulysseans? did he foresee the vast degree of patience the Wake's final form would demand?


Robert Bruce learned to be patient after watching a spider climb a wall [Scott]

FW2: "Now, patience. And remember patience is the great thing. And above all things else we must avoid anything like being or becoming out of patience... think of all the sinking fund of patience possessed... by both brothers Bruce with whom are incorporated their Scotch spider and Elberfeld's Calculating Horses."


If after years and years of research a sage solemnly tells us that the great one is less than a name, that the ear of Earwicker was the trademark of a broadcaster and his wicker the local cant for an aeronaut then as to this oscillating epistle what is he who is the man to give us the dinkum oil?

"the great one" Revered4 calls him a "great civilian"
"is" not 'was'?
"less than a name" cf theories of Shakespeare?
"trademark of a broadcaster" [maybe among these Radio News pdfs?]
the BBC had only begun broadcasting in 1922 , with pulp novelist Edgar Wallace (EW!) as their first sports reporter
"aeronaut" one who flies in balloons or dirigibles (which used wicker baskets for their light weight) Hindenburg wasn't until 1937
broadcaster and aeronaut were conspicuously recent and glamorous occupations
"oscillating epistle" cf radiogram??
oscillating = proteiform? multiplicity of alternating personalities?
"what is he who is the man" what is he? he who is the man...

VI.B25.157 (Jul?): "give me the dinkum oil" (Australian slip us the dinkum oil: tell us what it all means, tell us the truth) sounds slippery?
VI.B25.156 (Jul?): "dinkum" (Australian dinkum: work, toil; honest, true, thorough, genuine)
T&I5: "the dinkum belle of Lucalizod"

FW2: "If after years upon years of delving in ditches dark one tubthumper... has got up for the darnall same purpose of reassuring us... that our great ascendant was properly speaking three syllables less than his own surname... that the ear of Dionn Earwicker aforetime was the trademark of a broadcaster with wicker local jargon for an ace's patent... then as to this radiooscillating epiepistle... whereabouts... is that bright soandsuch to slip us the dinkum oil?"


To conclude from the absence of political allusions and its [...] that it cannot ever have been the work of a man or woman of that period & those parts is as unjust as it would be to conclude from the nonpresence of inverted commas on any page that its compiler was constitutionally incapable of misappropriating the actual words of others.

"inverted commas" the accepted phrase
"compiler" Joyce rightly saw his method of writing as compiling phrases

the style suddenly drops puns and allusions
sounds like Shakespeare theories again
(remember the Letter is addressed to an unnamed king)

FW2: "To conclude... from the positive absence of political odia and monetary requests that its page cannot ever have been a penproduct of a man or woman of that period or those parts is only one more unlookedfor conclusion leaped at, being tantamount to inferring from the nonpresence of inverted commas... on any page that its author was always constitutionally incapable of misappropriating the spoken words of others."


Has anyone, it might with profit some evening be asked, ever looked sufficiently longly upon a stamped addressed envelope.

why "evening"? (cf Cad reflecting on HCE's words?)
"longly" implies longingly
"stamped addressed envelope" letter = book
person looks at own letter before mailing
or person looks at envelope of (love) letter received?
U&FW demand more attention than any other work (are they therefore stamped addressed envelopes?)

Crépieux-Jamin: Les Éléments de l'Écriture des Canailles [fweet-22] suggests the handwriting of the address provides a public contrast to the private handwriting of a loveletter

FW2: "Has any fellow... it might with some profit some dull evening quietly be hinted... ever looked sufficiently longly at a quite everywaylooking stamped addressed envelope?"


Admittedly it is but a covering; it bears an economic classification: its character is the civil clothing of whatever purepassionpallid or plaguepurple nakedness it may or may not contain.

letter = female body
"economic classification" poverty or wealth (vs esthetic, ie non-economic?)
(is Shaun the Post emerging here???)
"civil clothing" civilian, vs military uniform; or polite, vs rude

"purepassionpallid or plaguepurple nakedness" Tristan and maybe Kevin expressed the former (but what is pallid nakedness?), Leary and HCE the latter

plague purple??

FW2: "Admittedly it is an outer husk... it exhibits only the civil or military clothing of whatever passionpallid nudity or plaguepurple nakedness may happen to tuck itself under its flap."


Yet to concentrate solely on the psychological content or even the mental configuration of any document to the neglect of the facts which circumstance it

is this a warning about Ulysses?

"psychological content" [eg Bloom's kinks]
"mental configuration" [episodes' styles??]
"facts which circumstance it" [Homeric parallels???] facts of Joyce's life?

FW2: "Yet to concentrate solely on the literal sense or even the psychological content of any document to the sore neglect of the enveloping facts themselves circumstantiating it"


is as hurtful to good sense (and let us add, good taste) as were the ?indian when presented by a friend to a lady of the latter's acquaintance straightaway to vision her in unapparelled naturalness

good sense/ good taste (maybe critics can lack either or both?)
so here, Joyce is the lady offended by Ulysses' critics jumping to conclusions?

FW2: " is just as hurtful to sound sense (and, let it be added, to the truest taste) as were some fellow in the act of perhaps getting an intro from another fellow turning out to be a friend in need of his, say, to a lady of the latter's acquaintance... straightway to run off and vision her plump and plain in her natural altogether,"


deliberately closing his eyes to the fact that she was after all wearing some definite articles of clothing, inharmonious, a captious one might, not strictly necessary, a little irritating suddenly full of local & personal colour, suggestive of much more, capable of being stretched if need were, their parts capable, even, of being separated for closer comparison by the careful hand of an expert.

by closing his eyes to her clothing, he can see through it?
"captious" = nitpicking
Hayman thinks Joyce intended "say" after "might"
what's "personal colour"?
Wyndham Lewis: Time and Western Man 81: 'the local colour, or locally-coloured material, that was scraped together into a big variegated heap to make Ulysses'
Thomas Carlyle: Sartor Resartus, ch. 10: 'For our purposes the simple fact that such a Naked World is possible, nay actually exists (under the Clothed One) will be suficient'

(could this simply mean that Ulysses obviously isn't porn?)

so Ulysses' "clothing" can appear: inharmonious, not strictly necessary, irritating, full of local & personal colour, suggestive of much more...?

"capable of being stretched" by the author? is Joyce bragging that the techniques of U&FW can generate however much text he chooses?

"separated for closer comparison" (indeed! :)
Joyce claimed he could justify every line of FW, which would have required careful separation
(the image is exquisitely intimate)

FW2: "preferring to close his blinkhard's eyes to the ethiquethical fact that she was, after all, wearing for the space of the time being some definite articles of evolutionary clothing, inharmonious creations, a captious critic might describe them as, or not strictly necessary or a trifle irritating here and there but for all that suddenly full of local colour and personal perfume and suggestive, too, of so very much more and capable of being stretched, filled out, if need or wish were, of having their surprisingly like coincidental parts separated, don't they now, for better survey by the deft hand of an expert, don't you know?"


Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of clothing are there and that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there at the same time, and that one may be separated from the other, that both may be contemplated & that each may be considered in turn apart from the other successively?

is there an 'or' implied somewhere to go with the "either"? "Yet to concentrate solely on the psychological content or even the mental configuration of any document"? (the published version adds three "Or"s)

Carlyle: Sartor Resartus: 'For our purposes the simple fact that such a Naked World is possible, nay actually exists (under the Clothed One) will be suficient.'

phrase: fact or fiction
proverb: Truth is stranger than fiction
"are there... is there" (could "there" be 'in Ulysses'?)

what can "the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts" mean?
Dublin facts, Bloomian fictions? ALP's muddest cunt?

FW2: "Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time... Or that one may be separated from the other? Or that both may then be contemplated simultaneously? Or that each may be taken up and considered in turn apart from the other?"


Let then the facts speak in their own favour. It was wont to be wittily wagged by the chuckler Mahappy Mahapnot that Lucalizod was the only place in the world where the possible was always improbable and the improbable the inevitable.

"chuckler" = leather-working pariah in India

61yo in 1901

Sir John Pentland Mahaffy (Irish Greek-scholar, 1839-1919, not in Ulysses): 'In Ireland the inevitable never happens, the unexpected always'
'maybe happen, maybe not'
'maybe happy, maybe not'
"wittily wagged... chuckler Mayhappy" impressively upbeat!?

for the last half of 1923, all the vignettes seemed to be converging on "Lucalizod" as the name of the setting:
T&I5 (Aug?) "the dinkum belle of Lucalizod"
HCE1 (Aug) "the ragged tiny folk of Lucalizod"
Cad3 (Nov) "not a Lucalizodite"
Delivery (Dec?) "the spectacle of the Lucalizod lettercarrier"
Shem (Jan24?) "every door in muchtried Lucalizod"

FW2: "Here let a few artifacts fend in their own favour... That stern chuckler, Mayhappy Mayhapnot, once said... that Isitachapel-Asitalukin was the one place... in this madh vaal of tares... where the possible was the improbable and the improbable the inevitable."
  • "where the possible was always improbable and the improbable the inevitable"
  • In Ireland the inevitable never happens, the unexpected always (Mahaffy)
  • the poet should prefer probable impossibilities to improbable possibilities (Aristotle)
  • "impossible as are all these events they are probably as like those which happened as any other which never took place at all are ever likely to be" 
  • "Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? ...It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible." U25-26
This implies a sequentiality of impossible probables but nobody who has read up his subject probably in Aristotle will applaud the sentiment or sentence for utterly impossible as are all these events they are probably as like those which happened as any other which never took place at all are ever likely to be.

Aristotle: De Poetica 24: 'Accordingly, the poet should prefer probable impossibilities to improbable possibilities'

the events in Ulysses may be impossible, but they're as plausible as possible...?

FW2: "we are in for a sequentiality of improbable possibles though possibly nobody after having grubbed up a lock of cwold cworn aboove his subject probably in Harrystotalies or the vivle will go out of his way to applaud him on the onboiassed back of his remark for, utterly impossible as are all these here events, they are probably as like those which may have taken place as any others which never took person at all are ever likely to be."


About that hen, first. Midwinter was in the offing when a poorly clad Shiverer, a mere bantling, observed a cold fowl behaving strangely on the fatal dump at the spot called the orangery when in the course of its deeper demolition it threw up certain fragments of orange peel, the remnant of an outdoor meal of some unknown sunseeker illico in in a mistridden past.

what hen??? (ROC4? "that put a poached fowl in the poor man's pot" T&I3? "Not as much as a pinch of henshit... Fowls up! Tristy's a spry young spark" Mmlj4? "that reminds me of Tim Tom Tarpey & Lapoule and the four widowers the four waves" Shem1? "having got up a kitchenette & fowlhouse for the sake of the eggs")
Greek 'to hen' = the One, the origin of all things (philosophy)
midwinter = either 21Dec or 5Feb (has there been an autumn scene yet?)
Ulysses published 2 Feb 1922
"Shiverer" = Joyce? Kevin?
"bantling" = infant (or brat, bastard??)
"cold fowl" was a phrase in old cookbooks, apparently meaning cooked leftovers
"strangely" how?
"fatal" why? ("fatal dump" is J's neologism)
the Basque word for orange (laranja) is possibly folk-etymologised as 'the fruit that was first eaten' (i.e. by Adam and Eve)
"demolition" the hen's?
"threw up" with feet, or regurgitated
was it already called "the orangery" before the peel was discovered? maybe for forgotten reasons?

the Dublin Botanic Gardens has an orangery/ greenhouse

U86: "Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr Power said."
Latin "illico" = there, on the spot
German 'Mist' = garbage, junk

FW2: "About that original hen. Midwinter... was in the offing... when... an iceclad shiverer, merest of bantlings, observed a cold fowl behaviourising strangely on that fatal midden... afterwards changed into the orangery when in the course of deeper demolition... its limon threw up a few spontaneous fragments of orangepeel, the last remains of an outdoor meal by some unknown sunseeker or placehider illico way back in his mistridden past."


What child but little Kevin would ever in such a scene have found a motive for future sainthood by euchring the discovery of the Ardagh chalice by another innocent on the seasands near the scene of the massacre of most of the jacobiters.

cf Kevineen4 why him here? (we've also met little Issy but not little Shem yet)
"motive"?
"sainthood"? Kevin's sainthood followed from his retreat and self-purification
euchre: to outwit an opponent in the card-game of Euchre
Jim Quinn and Paddy Flanagan found the chalice in 1868
Tara brooch found 1850

VI.B3.11: "child (found chalice in potatofield)" Flood: Ireland, Its Saints and Scholars 112: 'A child playing on the sea-shore near Drogheda found the Tara Brooch, and a boy digging potatoes near the old Rath of Ardagh in Limerick found the Ardagh Chalice'
VI.B3.11: "Ardagh Chalice (two handled)" Flood: Ireland, Its Saints and Scholars 112: 'The Ardagh Chalice is an almost unique example of the two-handled chalice used in the earliest Christian time'
Ardagh Chalice: an 8th century silver cup, one of the finest works of Irish medieval art (now in the National Museum of Ireland) 


William of Orange's 1690 assault on the Jacobite stronghold of Limerick failed

FW2: "What child... but keepy little Kevin in the despondful surrounding of such sneezing cold would ever have trouved up on a strete that was called strate a motive for future saintity by euchring the finding of the Ardagh chalice by another heily innocent... out of Now Sealand in spight of the patchpurple of the massacre... of most of the Jacobiters."


The bird of promise in the case was the hen of the Doran's and what she was scratching looked uncommonly like a sheet of letterpaper of the eleventh of the fifth to dear which proceeded to mention Maggy well and everybody general health and well and lovely face of some gentleman and a parcel of cookycakes well and it was a grand funeral Maggy and hopes to hear from with love from a large looking stain of tea.

the Dakota Indians called the meadowlark 'the bird of promise', claiming it promises good things to its friends
cf?? 'land of promise', 'breach of promise'

cf maybe "Doran's Ass" [lyrics]
Dubliners/Ulysses "Bob Doran"

Le Fanu, The House by the Churchyard: 'The sod just for so much as a good sized sheet of letter-paper might cover, was trod and broken'

May 11 (why?)

cf Revered Letter around this time ("Majesty" becomes "Maggy" here; "parcel" and "cakes" added at level two, "funeral" later)

whose synopsis is this, and why do they see "Maggy" instead of "majesty"?

"well... and well... well" ALP-speak [fweet-53]

modern cookycake
as a synopsis of the Revered Letter, the emphasis here is entirely on the feminine niceties (plus McGrath's funeral), unlike the other one that will be added at the start of the next level: "The only true account all about Mr. Earwicker & the Snake by an honest woman of the world who can only tell the naked truth about a dear man and all his conspirators how they tried to fall him by putting it all around Lucalizod by a mean sneak about E-- and a dirty pair of sluts, showing to all the unmentionableness falsely accused about the redcoats."

if the letter is Ulysses, what's the teastain? dirty words and imagery? shit or semen? Joyce/Shem's "name and seal"?
cf U27: "He held out his copybook. The word Sums was written on the headline. Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature with blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent: his name and seal."

FW2: "The bird in the case was Belinda of the Dorans... and what she was scratching... looked for all this zogzag world like a goodishsized sheet of letterpaper... of the last of the first to Dear whom it proceeded to mention Maggy well & allathome's health well... with a lovely face of some born gentleman with a beautiful present of wedding cakes... and with grand funferall... Maggy & hopes soon to hear... with four crosskisses... from... affectionate largelooking tache of tch."


The stain, & that of tea, marks it at once as a genuine old Irish MS.

(if not tea, someone may have wiped their arse with it)

FW2: "The stain, and that a teastain... marked it off on the spout of the moment as a genuine relique of ancient Irish pleasant pottery"


Any photoist worth his chemicals will tell you that if a negative melts while drying the resultant positive will be a grotesque distortion of values, tones & masses.

"photoist" Joyce as realist?
phrase 'worth his salt'
"chemicals" Bloom presumably views people as bags of chemicals
"negative" unsentimental artwork?
"melts while drying" artistic compromise???


FW2: "almost any microphotoist worth his chemicots will tip anyone... that if a negative of a horse happens to melt enough while drying, well, what you do get is, well, a positively grotesquely distorted macromass of all sorts of horsehappy values and masses of meltwhile horse."


This freely is what must have happened to that missive unfilthed by the sagacity of a hen.

"freely"
"unfilthed" bowdlerised??? or rescued from hurled mud?
(Ulysses financed by Harriet Weaver?)

a hen???
we aren't really crediting the hen with wisdom!?

FW2: "Well, this freely is what must have occurred to our missive... unfilthed from the boucher by the sagacity of a lookmelittle likemelong hen."


The heat residence for who knows when in the orangeflavoured mound had [gro] dissolved the first impression and caused some features palpably near us to be swollen up grossly while the farther back we get the more we need the loan of a lens to see as much as the hen saw.

"heat" printer's outrage?
"heat residence" (this seems to have become a technical term when heating plastics, too recently for J to have known it)

"orangeflavoured" Irish protestant?

"first impression" 1st edition???
"dissolved" 1st ed. of Dubliners supposedly burned by Church-of-Ireland George Roberts' printer)

scandal causes details to obscure esthetic unity

"swollen up grossly" (cf "plaguepurple nakedness" above?)
near/far: cf Bloom on parallax?
"lens" the schemata?

FW2: "Heated residence in the heart of the orangeflavoured mudmound had partly obliterated the negative to start with, causing some features palpably nearer your pecker to be swollen up most grossly while the farther back we manage to wiggle the more we need the loan of a lens to see as much as the hen saw."


Wonderfully well this explains the double nature of this gryphonic script and while its ingredients stand out with stereoptican relief we can see beyond the figure of the scriptor into the subconscious writer's mind.

(this sentence seems to have been replaced entirely in the published version)

"double nature" referring back to clothing/facts and nakedness/fiction? or scriptor/writer?

"gryphonic" neologism, = composite

heraldic gryphon
The Mock Turtle and the Gryphon: characters in Lewis Carroll: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland would later inspire Mookse and Gripes

cf (Gerald) Griffin? [fweet-15]

stereopticOn
"ingredients" cf "chemicals"?

FW2??? "while the ear, be we mikealls or nicholists, may sometimes be inclined to believe others the eye, whether browned or nolensed, finds it devilish hard now and again even to believe itself... Drawing nearer to take our slant at it... let us see all there may remain to be seen."


One cannot help noticing that some of the lines run from E to W, others from N to S.

west to east, surely? (or Hebrew, or typesetter?) fixed in published version

Joyce customarily left wide margins for insertions

18thC crossed letter
in Ulysses, each episode has a different appearance (looked at from a distance)

FW2: "One cannot help noticing that rather more than half of the lines run north-south in the Nemzes and Bukarahast directions while the others go west-east in search from Maliziies with Bulgarad"


Such crossing is antechristian though the explanation may be geographical quite as easily as domestic economic.

cross/christian
some Asian languages written north-south? some east to west

FW2: "Such crossing is antechristian, of course, but... the intention may have been geodetic or, in the view of the cannier, domestic economical."


Then, in addition to the original sand, pounce or soft rag, it has acquired accretions of terricious matter while loitering in the past.

pounce: powder used to prevent ink spreading, or to prepare parchment (where might J have seen this used?)


terraceous = resembling dirt
terrigenous = produced from earth
"loitering" echoes 'toilet'?

FW2: "In addition to the original sand, pounce powder, drunkard paper or soft rag used.. it has acquired accretions of terricious matter whilst loitering in the past."


The teastain is a study in itself and its importance in establishing the identity of the writer complex (for if the hand was one the minds were more than so) will be appreciated by remembering that after before & after the battle of the Boyne it was the custom not to sign letters always.

Battle of Boyne, 1690 (victory of King Billy, William III of Orange) Protestants beat Catholics [wiki]
cf above: "near the scene of the massacre of most of the jacobiters"


FW2: "The teatimestained terminal... is a cosy little brown study all to oneself and... its importance in establishing the identities in the writer complexus (for if the hand was one the minds of active and agitated were more than so) will be best appreciated by never forgetting that both before and after the battle of the Boyne it was a habit not to sign letters always."


For why sign when every word, letter, penstroke, space, is a perfect signature in its own way.

U37: "Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs."

FW2: "So why, pray, sign anything as long as every word, letter, penstroke, paperspace is a perfect signature of its own?"


A person is known more by his personality, habits of dress, movements, response to appeals for charity rather than by his or her boots.

cf U48: "That is Kevin Egan's movement I made nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep."

cf Issy's charity

cf? U141: "Wonder is that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown?"

FW2: "A true friend is known much more easily, and better into the bargain, by his personal touch, habits of full or undress, movements, response to appeals for charity than by his footwear, say."


now the manuscript's complications are viewed as artistic like the Book of Kells: (cf Sullivan, The Book of Kells: 'Its weird and commanding beauty; its subdued and goldless colouring; the baffling intricacy of its fearless designs; the clean, unwavering sweep of rounded spiral; the creeping undulations of serpentine forms, that writhe in artistic profusion throughout the mazes of its decorations; the strong and legible minuscule of its text; the quaintness of its striking portraiture; the unwearied reverence and patient labour that brought it into being; all of which combined go to make up the Book of Kells, have raised this ancient Irish volume to a position of abiding preeminence amongst the illuminated manuscripts of the world')

Who that in scrutinising marvels at the indignant whiplashloops, the bolted and blocked rounds, the touching reminiscence of an incomplete trail or dropped final, the gossipy threadreels, the whirligig glorioles which ambiembellish the majuscule of Earwicker, the pardonable confusion which at times the pees are often kews

c1890 frame w/whiplash loops

"bolted and blocked" seems to have been a phrase
"rounds" has lots of meanings; in design they're usually add-ons to smoothe corners
"touching reminiscence" is a minor cliche
maybe 'finial'?
George Eliot uses 'superfluous thread-reels' in Adam Bede (maybe bigger than spools?)
whirligigs = testicles (18thC slang)
"glorioles" = halos

one style of whirligig toy


"at times... often"

FW2: "who that in scrutinising marvels at those indignant whiplooplashes: those so prudently bolted or blocked rounds: the touching reminiscence of an incomplete trail or dropped final: the gossipy threadreels, a round thousand whirligig glorioles, prefaced by (alas!) now illegible airy plumeflights, all tiberiously ambiembellishing the initials majuscule of Earwicker... the pardonable confusion for which... but unthanks to which the pees with their caps awry are puite as often as not taken for pews with their tails in their mouths"


who thus marvelling will not go on to see the vaulting ambition of those interbranching upsweeps continually controlled and led by the uniform undeviating course of a cold male fist.

'vaginal vault' is a medical/anatomical term
Shem's fist??

FW2: "who thus at all this marvelling but will press on hotly to see the vaulting feminine libido of those interbranching ogham sex upandinsweeps sternly controlled and easily repersuaded by the uniform matteroffactness of a meandering male fist?"


Duff-Moeggli called this partnership the Odyssean or heterochiric complex from the wellinformed observation that in the case of the periplic poem popularly associated with that name a Punic admiralty report has been capsized & then refloated by dodecanesian baedeker of an every-place-a-treat-itself variety which should amply satisfy the gander as well as the goose.

'duff' has lots of derogatory meanings
Kipling's Mowgli debuted in 1893
"partnership"??
hetero = other/different; chiro = hand (cf ambidextrous, above)
cf above: "writer complex"
Oedipus complex = Freud's theory that men lust after their mothers 
periplus/periplous: Greek navigator's itinerary
V. Bérard's theory in Les Pheniciens et l'Odyssee that The Odyssey is a hellenisation of the sailing log (periplus) of a seafaring Semite
"capsized & then refloated" pared down and then refleshed? (cf Kevin)
Dodecanese Islands, Aegean Sea
dodeca = 12 (book two of Ulysses has 12 episodes)
Baedecker's guidebooks to European cities and countries (they even did one for Greek Islands in 1995)

1st ed 1889 [ebook]
"every-place-a-treat-itself" each episode of Ulysses has distinct style?
"amply satisfy" antique/legal cliche
gander/goose = cock/hen? periplus = male? Joyce/HSW???

FW2: "Duff-Muggli... first called this kind of paddygoeasy partnership the ulykkean or tetrachiric-quadrumane or ducks and drakes or debts and dishes perplex... after the wellinformed observation... that in the case of the littleknown periplic bestteller popularly associated with the names of the wretched mariner... a Punic admiralty report... had been cleverly capsized and saucily republished as a dodecanesian baedeker of the every-tale-a-treat-in-itself variety which could hope satisfactorily to tickle me gander as game as your goose."


The identity of the persons in the complex came to light in a curious way. The original document was what is known as unbreakable script, that is to say, it had no signs of punctuation of any kind.

"the persons in the complex" (two in number?)
cf "multiplicity of personalities"
"facts of clothing... feminine fiction"
hen/Kevin???
scriptor/writer?
"writer complex"
"vaulting... male fist"

(there are many fragmentary unsolved alphabets but punctuation is not usually a major clue)
U18
Sullivan: The Book of Kells 35: 'We find, as a fact, in the Book of Kells, many consecutive lines... where there is no trace of punctuation at all'

FW2: "The unmistaken identity of the persons in the Tiberiast duplex came to light in the most devious of ways. The original document was in what is known as Hanno O'Nonhanno's unbrookable script, that is to say it showed no signs of punctuation of any sort."


On holding it to the light it was seen to be pierced or punctuated (in the university sense of the word) by numerous dots and gashes inflicted a pronged instrument.

"came to light... holding it to the light"
"pierced" (is Ulysses subtly pierced, somehow? is Joyce's brain the pronged instrument??) French earwig = perce-oreille
'punctuate' from Medieval Latin punctuare (“to mark with points”), from Latin punctus, perfect passive participle of pungō (“I prick, punch”)
"university sense" rare phrase
(maybe James = university sense, Nora = non-university-sense?)
ordinary sense: punctuation marks, university/etymological sense: punctures?

dots and dashes (Morse code)

PW Joyce 'Gash; a flourish of the pen in writing so as to form an ornamental curve, usually at the end. (Limerick.)' cf 'swash'?

"pronged instrument" Google Images

FW2: "Yet on holding the verso against a lit rush this new book of Morses responded most remarkably to the silent query of our world's oldest light and its recto let out the piquant fact that it was but pierced butnot punctured (in the university sense of the term) by numerous stabs and foliated gashes made by a pronged instrument."


These paper wounds, four in type, were gradually understand to mean stop, please stop, do please stop, and O do please stop respectively and investigation showed that they were provoked by the fork of a professor at the breakfast table.

Sullivan: The Book of Kells 35: 'Speaking of the early Irish manuscripts generally... three dots (:.) mark a period; two dots, a comma; (..,), a semicolon; and one dot at half the height of the letters, a comma' (not the system used in the Book of Kells, though)

1920s joke about a young lady being petted by a man and exclaiming: 'Stop!!!! Please stop!!! Do please stop!! O do please stop! O do please!! O do!!! O!!!!'
  1. stop
  2. please stop
  3. do please stop
  4. O do please stop
"provoked" from Latin prō (“in front of, for”) + vocō (“call”)

Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Autocrat of the breakfast table and The Professor at the Breakfast-Table

FW2: "These paper wounds, four in type, were gradually and correctly understood to mean stop, please stop, do please stop, and O do please stop respectively and, following up their one true clue... Yard inquiries pointed out that they ád bîn "provòked” by Ʌ fork, òf à grave Brofèsor; àth é's Brèak-fast-table"


Deeply religious by nature it was correctly suspected that such anger could not openly have been directed against the ancestral spirit of her who openly respected by him as our boys' best friend

professor = religious, angry (secretly angry at his dead mother? May Joyce??)
"openly... openly"
'A Boy's Best Friend Is His Mother'

FW2: "Deeply religious by nature... it was rightly suspected that such ire could not have been visited by him... upon the ancestral pneuma of one whom, with rheuma, he venerated shamelessly at least once a week at Cockspur Common as his apple in his eye and her first boy's best friend"


and when it was at last noticed that the fourth or heaviest gash was most frequent where the script was clear and the term terse and that these were the exact places carefully selected for her perforations by Dame Partland on the dunghill

'where the term was terse'???

Dame Partlet: in Chaucer, one of the cock Chanticleer's seven hen-wives

+ Pentland Mahaffy?

"perforations" deleted by censors?

FW2: "and... when some peerer or peeress detected that the fourleaved shamrock or quadrifoil jab was more recurrent wherever the script was clear and the term terse and that these two were the selfsame spots naturally selected for her perforations by Dame Partlet on her dungheap"


reluctantly the theory of the jabbering ape was abandoned and its place usurped by that odious & even now insufficiently despised person, Jim the Penman.

'gibbering ape' is the usual spelling
'jabbing ape' = professor w/fork?

Jim the Penman: nickname of James Townsend Saward, a 19th century English barrister and forger


In his play, Jim the Penman (1886), Sir Charles Young expanded the scope of the fictional version of Saward, making him a leader of an international forgery ring who forged letters to marry into high society.

FW2: "To all's much relief one's half hypothesis of that jabberjaw ape amok the showering jestnuts of Bruisanose was hotly dropped and his room taken up by that odious and still today insufficiently malestimated notesnatcher, Shem (kak, pfooi, bosh and fiety, much earny, Gus, poteen? Sez you!) the Penman."