All her friends admired her brasses She was ?humpy ?full daughter
For her prudence she always left the key of her press in the lock of her press, the bread on the warm table the pen of the inkbottle in the neck of the ink bottle. Never were they lost. No ?igeb ?out ?sump was she. & she was never found out in a lie For her learning in geog she knew that Italy was a jackboot, India a pink ham and France a patched quilt and she could make the map of New Zealand N & S island herself. For her charm she knew how to stagemanage her no nude ?stretches ?under ?a ?straight ?or ?passing ?straight in the several positions of goody twoshoes, aunty Nance, stepladder, green peas, ?Sbella ?carnita love me little, funny toast, lovers' lever, love me long. For her health only her in the house got the measles when she was a bottlefed babe.
For her piety Isolde's nightbede every day ?sent ?on the earth and orison so romped her one little prayer her 5 second patternoster:
— Howfar wartnevin alibithename Kingcome illbedone nerth tisnevin. Usisday daybread givesdressp sweegivethem dresspas gainstus leesnot 2 potatoes liversm evil Men.
For her learning in zoog she knew lamb, lamb a young sheep. For her domestic economy she cleaned the chimney by setting fire to an Irish Times and hooshing it blazing up the flue and she washed the hall by standing leaving her wet umbrella & injurupper golishes dreeping open in a corner. God she had a bit of go in her God she had
For her pity there were times she even pitied the damned old devil himself playing demon patience after his lunch of hot air fanning himself with his asbestos slippers in the coolingroom in hell. She could do 2 things at same time, cook hash & read fairy covered ale Courtship And flahoolagh bless her pretty face she had shaken cocktails, no lie, for [members]{pistoleers gunmen ?parabellums munitioners} from every barony <in> Ireland
For her charity one day when it was sneezing cold she met a beggargirl in the park and, having no small change about her, she went behind a bramblebush, slipped off her sprigged petticoat and gave it to the beggargirl who instantly disappearing (she having been in point of fact Saint Dympna who got up the exhibition of poverty on purpose) along with the petticoat. On another occasion there was a pestilence caused by a certain dragon who said it would go on for ever unless she took off all her glad rags and walked from Ireland her left hand to the sea as far as mother nature allowed. So she did this but she had herself painted green all over her body wherever naturally possible. And everybody pulled down all their blinds in Ireland. The dragon got a grip on the big clean ideals there and then converted and entered a nunnery.
When [her ?Pots] they heard the moaning of the ?shill {like the harbour bar} telling she was off the weakness of death fell on everybody & ?only sometimes it was how she would be studying something like the day God knows she sat down in the plate of soup (Kevin [ms]
the insertions here are especially hard to place, not conforming to the virtues-pattern, so i'm guessing
All her friends admired her brasses She was ?humpy ?full daughter
brassiness? breasts??
humpy/Humphrey??? dutiful???
For her prudence she always left the key of her press in the lock of her press, the bread on the warm table the pen of the inkbottle in the neck of the ink bottle. Never were they lost.
"left" seems to be crossed out
"the bread on the warm table" warmingtable??
No ?igeb ?out ?sump was ?she. & she was never found out in a lie
cf VI.A Eveline (May?) "she went in for the intermejet"
sunup? simp?
For her learning in geog she knew that Italy was a jackboot, India a pink ham and France a patched quilt and she could make the map of New Zealand N & S island herself.
For her charm she knew how to stagemanage her ?no nude ?stretches ?under ?a ?straight ?or ?passing ?straight in the several positions of goody twoshoes, aunty Nance, stepladder, green peas, ?Sbella ?carnita love me little, funny toast, lovers' lever, love me long.
Isabella?
For her health only her in the house got the measles when she was a bottlefed babe.
For her piety Isolde's nightbede every day ?sent ?on the earth and orison so romped her one little prayer her 5 second patternoster: — Howfar wartnevin alibithename Kingcome illbedone nerth tisnevin. Usisday daybread givesdressp sweegivethem dresspas gainstus leesnot 2 potatoes liversm evil Men.
bede = prayer
For her learning in zoog she knew lamb, lamb a young sheep. For her domestic economy she cleaned the chimney by setting fire to an Irish Times and hooshing it blazing up the flue and she washed the hall by standing leaving her wet umbrella & injurupper golishes ?dreeping open in a corner.
india rubber galoshes
God she had a bit of go in her God she had
cf U102: Menton on Molly: "And a good armful she was... She had plenty of game in her then."
For her pity there were times she even pitied the damned old devil himself playing demon patience after his lunch of hot air fanning himself with his asbestos slippers in the coolingroom in hell.
"demon patience" rules (solitaire cardgame)
"lunch of hot air" (interesting image)
She could do 2 things at same time, cook hash & read fairy covered ale Courtship And flahoolagh bless her pretty face she had shaken cocktails, no lie, for [members]{pistoleers gunmen ?parabellums munitioners} from every barony <in> Ireland
read fairy tales??
Anglo-Irish/Hiberno-English flahoolagh: princely, generous (from Irish flaitheamhlach)
Issy as girl, or as wife?
maybe for ROC's guests?
For her charity one day when it was sneezing cold she met a beggargirl in the park and, having no small change about her, she went behind a bramblebush, slipped off her sprigged petticoat and gave it to the beggargirl who instantly disappearing (she having been in point of fact Saint Dympna who got up the exhibition of poverty on purpose) along with the petticoat.
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| sprigged petticoat |
On another occasion there was a pestilence caused by a certain dragon who said it would go on for ever unless she took off all her glad rags and walked from Ireland her left hand to the sea as far as mother nature allowed. So she did this but she had herself painted green all over her body wherever naturally possible. And everybody pulled down all their blinds in Ireland. The dragon got a grip on the big clean ideals there and then converted and entered a nunnery.
from Annals of Four Masters: 'At the time that Muircheartach of the Leather Cloaks was traveling clockwise ('keeping his left hand to the sea') around Ireland taking hostages'
"painted green" cf Berkeley on Leary
When [her ?Pots] they heard the moaning of the ?shill {like the harbour bar} telling she was off the weakness of death fell on everybody & ?only sometimes it was how she would be studying something like the day God knows she sat down in the plate of soup (Kevin
"she was off" ie Issy had sailed with Tristan? or begun her nudegreen march?
cf? VI.A Eveline (Aug?!) "Sure, teasure, a woman does be often saying the things that do have no sense at all "
"studying something" cf doing two things at once?
presumably the soup anecdote was transferred to Kevineen, which hadn't been begun yet
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