October 1923: Mamalujo level two?

And there they were too listening in as hard as they could to the solans & the sycamores and the mistlethrushes and all the birds all four of them listening they were the big four the four master waves of Erin all listening four there was old Matt Gregory and then besides old Matt there was old Marcus Lyons the four waves and oftentimes they used to be saying grace together right enough here now we are the four of us old Matt Gregory and old Marcus Lyons and old Luke Tarpey the four of us and sure thank God there are no more of us and sure now you won't go & leave out old Johnny MacDougall the four of us and no more of us and so now pass the fish for Christ' sake amen the way they used to be saying grace before fish for auld lang syne there they were spraining their ears listening and listening to all the kissening with their eyes glistening all the four when he was kiddling & cuddling his colleen the colleen bawn cuddling her and kissing her with his pogue like arrah na Pogue the dear annual they all four remembored how they used to be cuddling and kissing under the mistlethrush and listening in the good old bygone days Dion Boucicault in Arrah na Pogue when they knew man on the door in one of those centuries when they were all four collegians in the queen's colleges it brought it all back again as fresh as ever Matt and Marcus and now there he was and his Arrah na Pogue before the four of them and now thank God there were no more of them and he poguing and poguing they were listening with their mouths watering so pass the pogue for Christ sake Amen listening & watering all the four Luke and Johnny MacDougall for anything at all of the bygone times for a cup of of kindness yet for four big tumblers of woman squash with them all four listening and spraining their ears and all their mouths making water

Ah well sure that's the way up and there up was poor Matt Gregory up and Gregory and up the others and now really & truly they were four dear old heladies and they looked so nice and respectable with their grey half tall hat and tailormade frock coat and then they had their fathom glasses to find out all the fathoms and their tall hats just now like the marquess of Powerscourt only for all the saltwater or the auctioneer there in front of the place near that street Thingmote, Essex, Sackville? the statue of Mrs Dan O'Connell behind Trinity College that arranges all the auctions of the valuable houses Smith like the auctioneer Smith or not Smith that sells all the fine houses & mansions James H North Mike James the the jaypee in Hoggin Green going to the horse show with all the people over from England and American visitors all over in his grey half tall hat how do you and his fathom glasses how do you do Mr James to find out all the horses. And now that reminds me of poor Marcus Lyons and poor Johnny and the four of us and there they were now listening right enough the four saltwater widowers and all they could remembore long long ago with [Mullaly]{Lally} when my heart knew no care the landing of Sir Arthur Casement in 1132 and the coronation of Brian by his grace bishop [James H] {J.P.} Bishop Senior in his shovel hat and then there was the drowning of Pharaoh and they were all drowned in the sea the red sea and then poor Martin Cunningham out of the castle when he was drowned off Dunleary in the red sea and and thank God there are no more of us. Ay, ay. So he was. and then there was the Flemish Armada all scattered and all drowned off the coast of Cunningham and Saint Patrick & St Kevin & Lapoleon our first marents and all they remembored and then there was the French fleet in 1132 landing under general Boche in his grey shovel hat and there he was cuddling and poguing her in Arrahnapogue behind the queen's colleges behind the century on the door in alice's street. And then they used to give the grandest lectures by the picture postcard under the sycamores in Roman history to all the collegians green & the old Senate in the four trinity colleges Killorcure and Killthemall and Killeachother and Kilkelly-on-the-Flure those were the four great history colleges of the Jane Andersdaughter University for auld lang syne all the Roman history of the spirit of nature as divinely developed in time all history past and present and present and absent and past and present and future arma virumque romano. Ah dearo dear how it all came back to them to hear him there kissing her & cuddling her in the Roman arms by Cornelius Nepo. Nepos. Mnepos. Anumque. umque umque. Queh? ah dearo dear it was so sorry for the four of us and Lally. And that reminds me of Tim Tom Tarpey & Lapoule and the four widowers the four waves in their tall shovel hat in Chichester College and thank God they were all summarily divorced by their dear poor shehusbands in dear bygone days but still they parted on the best of terms. And so they parted. Ay, ay. Ah, well, sure that's the way. ay, ay. by decree absolute well they could remembore Mrs Justice Squelchman in her fullbottom wig & beard in 1132 at the Married Male Auctioneers' Court in Arrahnapogue. Poor Johnny MacDougall & the four masters because he was so slow at backscratching all divorced by their dear faithful and poor Marcus Powerscourt persecuted by everybody he was by decree absolute all because he made wind & water and because he forgot to remembore to sign an old paper and hereby make a request to herself in writing on stamped parchment before saying his grace before fish and then there was poor Dion Boucicault all drowned too poor Dion before the world & her husband because he attempted to well he was a bit bad in his heath he said with shingles falling on them he ah well now sure we won't be too hard on him as a presbyterian & he well he went to confession to Mother Evangelist Sweeney well he ah now there were faults on both sides well he attempted some hunnish familiarities after eating a bad crab in the red sea and sure he was deadseasickabed in the hospice for the dying ah the poor fellow & trying to [...] the nurse's hand & dying ah dearo dearo dear and where do you leave Matt they were all so sorry for poor Matt in his saltwater hat too big for it and his overalls all falling over him in folds sure he hadn't the energy to pull them old the matriarch that queenly man sitting there with his head to the west in sight of the poorhouse with his can of tea & two bits of brown loaf & dilisk waiting for the end to come God of Heaven when you think of it all divorced by woman squelch and all on account of the dull brown loaf of his mouth watering by act of parliament. So now pass the face for Christ' sake. Amen. and so. And all. Ah God be good to us. Poor Martin Cunningham. Ay. Ay.

And still and all they were always up thinking of the auld man syne and up their four masters that were four up beautiful sisters and there they were always counting the lovely periwinkle buttons in the front part of their dresses up one up two up five up four and there she was the beautiful four sisters and that was her name and they used to be getting up and looking everywhere in all the fathoms when they couldn't sleep changing beds and then they had their tentacles and they used to be all night hanging around all the waists of the ships the steamships and their bottlegreen eyes peering in through the steaming windows into the honeymoon cabins on board the big steamadory and the saloon ladies toilet apartments and rubbing off the salty cataract off the windows listening to see all the hunnishmooners and all the toilet ladies and their familiarities saying their grace before steamadory pass the jool for Christ sake Amen and watering and there they used to be all trembling and shaking & counting all their peributtons to remember her beautiful name in his dreams Doug & poor Greg the four sisters and there she was now the lovely lady asthore as in days of yore of planxty Gregory they used to be always singing round the wet fire with their feet asleep in their blankets and shawls and bowls of stale bread & milky waiting for poor Mucus to pass the teeth for chokus sake amenschtrek when they had the phlegmish hooping cough from eating bad cramps and with a farthing dip reading a word or two about the lakes of Killarney through their green & spentacles and so now they started singing the steamadorion and old Luke for auld luke syne and she wail a cupboar koiner set on the praze savole shanghai.

Hear, Isolde la belle! Tristan, sad hero, hear!


Anno Domini: nostri sancti Jesu Christi
Nine hundred and ninetynine pound sterling in the black bowels of the bank of Ulster
Braw pennies, my girleen, and bright gold pounds, by God, 'll prank thee finely
And no damn lout'll come courting thee or by the Holy Ghost there'll be murder!

O come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer Brinabride from Sybil ariding
In her curragh of shells of daughter-of-pearl and her silverymoonblue mantle round her
Crown of the waters, brine on her brow, she'll dance them a jig and jilt them fairly.
Yerra, why would she bride with sir Sloomysides or the gogram grey barnacle gander?

You'll not be lonesome, Lizzy my love, when your yank is the worse for his soldiering and his steel.
Nor wake in winter, widow machree, for you'll have my old Balbriggan surtout
Wisha, won't you agree now to take me for nothing at all as your own nursetender?
A power of fine fellons died game right enough. but Who lives for you?

I, Dougall, on Aran Saw
Iron night [cite]

And there they were too
listening in as hard as they could
to the solans & the sycamores and the mistlethrushes and all the birds
all four of them listening
they were the big four
the four master waves of Erin
all listening four

VI.A Words (July?): "solan goose"

solan goose

"sycamores" are trees not birds (will be cited as tree below)
the sycamores native to Ireland are a species of maple, also called planetrees

'mistle thrushes' get their name from eating mistletoe

there was old Matt Gregory
and then besides old Matt there was old Marcus Lyons
the four waves
and oftentimes they used to be saying grace together right enough
here now we are
the four of us
old Matt Gregory and old Marcus Lyons and old Luke Tarpey
the four of us and sure thank God there are no more of us
and sure now you won't go & leave out old Johnny MacDougall
the four of us and no more of us
and so now pass the fish for Christ' sake amen

"they were... there was... we are the four of us... you won't... now pass"
cf thou-she-you-I?
"grace" has been moved up
VI.B3.138 (Jun?): "right enough" (FDV says "right" was added first?)
"you won't go & leave out" (their characters are undifferentiated, the order of the names is from the Gospels, if one is to be symbolically left to last it has to be Johnny... but why Connacht?)


the way they used to be saying grace before fish for auld lang syne there they were spraining their ears listening and listening to all the kissening with their eyes glistening all the four when he was kiddling & cuddling his colleen the colleen bawn cuddling her and kissing her with his pogue like arrah na Pogue the dear annual they all four remembored how they used to be cuddling and kissing under the mistlethrush and listening

FDV says Joyce deliberately capitalised just "Pogue" here
"under the mistlethrush... under the sycamores"
the play "Arrah na Pogue" was an annual tradition in Dublin (cf annual horseshow)
"remembored" 1st use of this pun [fweet-5]


in the good old bygone days Dion Boucicault in Arrah na Pogue when they knew <the> man on the door in one of those centuries when they were all four collegians in the queen's colleges it brought it all back again as fresh as ever Matt and Marcus and now there he was and his Arrah na Pogue before the four of them and now thank God there were no more of them and he poguing and poguing they were listening with their mouths watering so pass the pogue for Christ sake Amen listening & watering all the four Luke and Johnny MacDougall for anything at all of the bygone times for a cup of of kindness yet for four big tumblers of woman squash with them all four listening and spraining their ears and all their mouths making water

"bygone days" sentimental 19thC cliche
"of Arrah" → "in Arrah" ('in' is simpler)
"when they knew man on the door" cf U83: "There's Hornblower standing at the porter's lodge. Keep him on hands: might take a turn in there on the nod."
"centuries" = sentries? centurians?
"before the four of them" (T&I unwittingly kiss in front of them?)


Ah well sure that's the way up and there up was poor Matt Gregory up and Gregory and up the others and now really & truly they were four dear old heladies and they looked so nice and respectable with their grey half tall hat and tailormade frock coat and then they had their fathom glasses to find out all the fathoms and their tall hats just now like the marquess of Powerscourt only for all the saltwater or the auctioneer there in front of the place near that street Thingmote, Essex, Sackville? the statue of Mrs Dan O'Connell behind Trinity College that arranges all the auctions of the valuable houses Smith like the auctioneer Smith or not Smith that sells all the fine houses & mansions James H North [J.P.] Mike James the the jaypee in Hoggin Green going to the horse show with all the people over from England and American visitors all over in his grey half tall hat how do you and his fathom glasses how do you do Mr James to find out all the horses.

"that's the way up and there up" trying to stand? (or hiccuping???)
"marquess" Marcus
"only for all the saltwater" salt stains are also a common problem where road ice is treated with salt
VI.A WRocks (Jan?): "Essex Bridge"
VI.A WRocks (Jan?): "Sackville Street"
the statue of O'Connell is 1200 feet from Trinity
the 'goddesses' Bloom visits are sort of behind Trinity

College Green, the site of the Norwegian Thingmote in Dublin, was called Hoggen Green in 10th century

cf U83 again: "How do you do, Mr Hornblower? How do you do, sir?"
VI.A WRocks (Jan?): "How do you? How do you do"
 

And now that reminds me of poor Marcus Lyons and poor Johnny and the four of us and there they were now listening right enough the four saltwater widowers and all they could remembore long long ago with [Mullaly] Lally when my heart knew no care the landing of Sir Arthur Casement in 1132 and the coronation of Brian by his grace bishop [James H] J.P. Bishop Senior in his shovel hat and then there was the drowning of Pharaoh and they were all drowned in the sea the red sea and then poor Martin Cunningham out of the castle when he was drowned off Dunleary in the red sea and and thank God there are no more of us. Ay, ay. So he was. and then there was the Flemish Armada all scattered and all drowned off the coast of Cunningham and Saint Patrick & St Kevin & Lapoleon our first marents and all they remembored and then there was the French fleet in 1132 landing under general Boche in his grey [tall]{shovel} hat and there he was cuddling and poguing her in Arrahnapogue behind the queen's colleges behind the [man]{century} on the door in alice's street.

"Mullaly" and "Lally" are both common Irish surnames (cf Lully-loving?)
"Long Lally Tobkids" would much later become a primary name for the policeman-siglum, here it seems to be just another mis/nickname for any of the Four
(or could it be a female lover?)

the "St Kevin" vignette was complete by now
VI.B3.106e: "Lapoleon" (Napoleon, linoleum, lap)
VI.B3.130c: "marents" (FDV makes Patrick and Kevin the first first marents)
U48: "The good bishop of Cloyne {Berkeley] took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat"

shovel hat

"century" = sentry
"alice's street" (where?)


And then they used to give the grandest lectures by the picture postcard under the sycamores in Roman history to all the collegians green & the old Senate in the four trinity colleges Killorcure and Killthemall and Killeachother and Kilkelly-on-the-Flure those were the four great history colleges of the Jane Andersdaughter University for auld lang syne all the Roman history of the spirit of nature as divinely developed in time all history past and present and present and absent and past and present and future arma virumque romano.

'by picture postcards' was a sort of phrase in the early 20thC, implying cheap impersonal communication
Irish sycamores non-native

could this be a sycamore?

"collegians green" = freshmen?
Trinity has its own senate
VI.A Mother (Jul?) "Janesdaughter" (cf Johnson, John Anderson?)
Elizabeth Anderson: one of the first woman physicians
Hegel: The Philosophy of History: 'History in general is therefore the development of Spirit in Time, as Nature is the development of the Idea in Space'


Ah dearo dear how it all came back to them to hear him there kissing her & cuddling her in the Roman arms by Cornelius Nepo. Nepos. [Roman] Mnepos. Anumque. [epos. Man]umque {umque}. Queh? ah dearo dear it was so sorry for the four of us and [Mallaly] Lally. And that reminds me of Tim Tom Tarpey & Lapoule and the four widowers the four waves in their tall shovel hat in Chichester College and thank God they were all summarily divorced by their dear poor shehusbands in dear bygone days but still they parted on the best of terms. And so they parted. Ay, ay. Ah, well, sure that's the way. ay, ay. by decree absolute well they could remembore Mrs [?Daddy ?Dowager] Justice Squelchman in her fullbottom wig & beard in 1132 at the Married Male Auctioneers' Court in Arrahnapogue.

"arms" in names of pubs and hotels originally referred to coats-of-arms in their signs; also there used to be a Roman Arms Pub in London

Cornelius Nepos: Roman historian and letter writer
Latin nepos: grandson, nephew
VI.B3.41e: "nepos" (from Fitzpatrick: Ireland and the Making of Britain 222: 'St. Hilda was the daughter of Hereric, the nepos of King Aedwine')
Latin anumque: and the old woman
Latin numquam: never

VI.B3.064f: "Tim Tom Tracy (whiskey Tracy)"
'la poule' = the hen
"four widowers" (not just 'grass' widowers now?)
Chichester Theological College (UK) founded 1839
"And so they parted." cf? ROC1 "after they were all of them gone"

maybe? VI.A Painful (July?): "Daddy De Wyer, bag of broth" (FW398.02 "by Daddy de Wyer, old bagabroth")

full bottom wig

Poor Johnny MacDougall & the four masters because he was so slow at backscratching all divorced by ?their dear faithful and poor Marcus Powerscourt persecuted by everybody he was by decree absolute because he made wind & water and because he forgot to remembore to sign an old paper [to]{and} hereby make a request to herself in writing on stamped parchment before saying his grace before fish and then there was poor Dion Boucicault all drowned too poor Dion before the world & her husband because he attempted to well he was a bit bad in his heath he said with shingles falling on them he ah well now sure we won't be too hard on him as a presbyterian & he well he went to confession to Mother Evangelist Sweeney well he ah now there were faults on both sides well he attempted some hunnish familiarities after eating a bad crab in the red sea and sure he was deadseasick{abed} in the hospice for the dying [he]{ah} the poor fellow & trying to [...] the nurse's hand & dying ah dearo dearo dear and where do you leave Matt they were all so sorry for poor Matt in his saltwater hat too big for [him]{it} and his overalls all falling over him in folds sure enough he hadn't the energy to pull them old [Matt] the [old] matriarch that queenly man sitting there with his head to the west in sight of the poorhouse with his can of tea & two bits of [bacon]{brown loaf [& ???]} & dilisk waiting for the end to come God of Heaven when you think of it all divorced by woman squelch and all on account of the dull brown loaf of his mouth watering by act of parliament. So now pass the face for Christ' sake. Amen. and so. And all. [Poor Martin Cunningham!] {Ah God be good to us. Poor Martin Cunningham.} Ay. Ay.

"with shingles falling on them" (cf Pyrrhus?)
VI.B3.051f: "faults on both sides (T & I)"
VI.A Exiles2 (Aug?): "T lovesick, seasick, deadsick"
VI.A Oxen (July?) "hold Nurse's hand"

Boston brown bread

dilisk bread

And still and all they were always up thinking of the [old]{auld} man syne and up their four masters that were four up beautiful sisters and there they were always counting the lovely periwinkle buttons in the front part of their dresses [& one & two & five & two]  {up one up two up five up four} and there she was the beautiful four sisters and that was her name and they used to be getting up and looking everywhere in all the fathoms when they couldn't sleep [with] changing beds

"when they couldn't sleep changing beds" (and bedpartners? or exchanging worse bed for better? or so rich several were available?)


and then they had their tentacles and they used to be all night hanging around all the waists of the ships the steamships and their bottlegreen eyes peering in through the steaming windows into the honeymoon cabins on board the big steamadory and the saloon ladies toilet apartments and rubbing off the salty cataract off the windows listening to see all the [humnimooners]{hunnishmooners} and all the toilet ladies and their familiarities saying their grace before steamadory pass the [pot] jool for Christ sake Amen and watering and there they used to be all trembling and shaking & counting all their peributtons to remember her beautiful name in his dreams Doug & poor Greg the four sisters and there she was now the lovely lady asthore as in days of yore of planxty Gregory they used to be always singing round the wet fire with their feet asleep in their blankets and shawls and bowls of stale bread & milk{y} waiting for poor [Tarp]{Mucus} to pass the teeth for [Christ]{chokus} sake amenschtrek when they had the phlegmish hooping cough from eating bad cramps and with a farthing dip reading [all]{a word or two} about the lakes of Killarney through their green & spentacles and so now they started singing the [steamadory]{steamadorion} and old Luke for auld luke syne and she wail a cupboar koiner set on the praze savole shanghai..

humidor?
'dory' = small boat


Hear, Isolde la belle! Tristan, sad hero, hear!

T&I's sole appearance in the separated Mmlj

the following song was added last, Sept-Oct 1923. in the published text it closes Book II. Joyce annotated it for HSW and assigns the verses to MMLJ, in gospel sequence, but they suddenly have strong distinct personalities and are sexually competitive with Tristan and Mark!?

Hear, Isolde la belle! Tristan, sad hero, hear! 

Anno Domini nostri sancti Jesu Christi
Nine hundred and ninetynine pound sterling in the black bowels of the bank of Ulster
Braw pennies, my ?girlee, and bright pounds, by God, 'll deck thee finely
And no damn lout 'll come courting thee or by the Holy Ghost there'll be murder

Ulster = Ulster/Matt (AE???)

"no damn lout 'll come courting thee" (this sounds much more like her father speaking, than her husband or lover-- if she's already spoken for you couldn't call it 'courting', could you?)

'instead of lamenting over lost love, each of the four fantasises about Iseult. Each verse shows a different male attitude to the female: Matt claims ownership of Iseult; Marcus places her on a romantic pedestal; Luke offers her domestic companionship and practical help; and Johnny boasts that she's one of his sexual conquests.' [cite] FW140 repeats the themes c1927.

O come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to see Brinabride a riding
In her curragh of shells of daughter-of-pearl and her silverymoonblue mantle round her
[Bride of the brine she is and will be] {Crown of the waters, brine on her brow, she'll dance them a jilting jig}
Yerra, why would she bride with sloomysides [of the ?Corn] or the gogram grey barnacle gander?

Dingle = Munster/Mark (Lyster?)

"Com"?

Chrisp argues that (Sir) Sloomysides in the published version must be Tristan while the gander is Mark, and that Marcus sees himself as an improvement on either...but in this draft "sloomysides" could be the gander (is Tristan ever as sloomy-dull as Mark? he's sometimes gloomy-- but isn't this aspect more Shem than Shaun?)


You'll not be lonesome, Lizzy my love, when your yank is gone for a soldier
Nor ?shake in winter, widow machree, for you'll have my old surtout.
Wisha, won't you agree to take me in as your old nursetender
Ten million men died ten in a ditch. Who lives for you?

Leinster (Eglinton???)

combined military WW1 deathtoll: 9.7 million


I, Dougall, in Aran saw
Black iron night

Aran Islands = Connaught

Joyce on Aran in 1912 [etext]



revised:

Anno Domini: nostri sancti Jesu Christi
Nine hundred and ninetynine pound sterling in the black bowels of the bank of Ulster
Braw pennies, my girleen, and bright gold pounds, by God, 'll prank thee finely
And no damn lout'll come courting thee or by the Holy Ghost there'll be murder!



O come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer Brinabride from Sybil ariding
In her curragh of shells of daughter-of-pearl and her silverymoonblue mantle round her
Crown of the waters, brine on her brow, she'll dance them a jig and jilt them fairly.
Yerra, why would she bride with sir Sloomysides or the gogram grey barnacle gander?

VI.A Words (July?) "gloomy sides"


You'll not be lonesome, Lizzy my love, when your yank is the worse for his soldiering and his steel.
Nor wake in winter, widow machree, for you'll have my old Balbriggan surtout
Wisha, won't you agree now to take me for nothing at all as your own nursetender?
A power of fine fellons died game right enough. but Who lives for you?



I, Dougall, on Aran Saw
Iron night