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Drawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness:
— It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant.
Delaney:
[12]
Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had thrust them.
— It's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly. God knows you have more spirit than any of them.
Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The cold steel pen.
"Parried" (SD must have felt he was accusing BM of servile conformity)
— Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and thinks you're not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I could only work together we might do something for the island.
"oxy... ox" (used once in Chapman's Iliad, for ox sinews) here, Oxonian/ from Oxford? (except uncapitalised?)
Benstock suggests an animal motif with equine, buck, panther, dog, whale, ox, swine.
SD BM H
SD horse/seal? calf??
BM dog/hoof buck ox? swine?
H panther?
"a guinea" = $136.50 today (SD owes guineas to McCann and Russell, see ch2)
"The Zulu has no faith in a medicine which does not give the system a shock" eg jalap
Delaney:
[13]
Hellenise it.
"Hellenise" see Matthew Arnold on Hellenism vs Hebraism
1909 Trieste notebook: "The Omphalos was to be the temple of a neo-paganism."
Delaney:
[14]
Cranly's arm. His arm.
— And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one that knows what you are. Why don't you trust me more? What have you up your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe.
"Cranly's arm. His arm." stream-of-consciousness again; SD mistrusts both Cranly and BM, and withholds his embraces (i hear "His" in italics)
Delaney:
[15]
Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. O, I shall expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the tailor's shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade. I don't want to be debagged! Don't you play the giddy ox with me!
Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his mower on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.
"Break the news to her" maybe ♬
"gilded with marmalade... debagged... masked with Matthew Arnold's face..." cf 1920 note 'SD remembers falsely place not seen' from 'gilded youth', 'debagged' = remove pants, not castrate
cf FW20 "golden youths that wanted gelding"
(why "aproned"?)
"Ades" family
gardeners aprons are often blue
SD must feel so superior to Matthew Arnold that MA's just a servant by comparison?
(in a school essay at age 16, JAJ dismissed MA as a 'tidier')
Delaney:
[16]
To ourselves... new paganism... omphalos.
— Let him stay, Stephen said. There's nothing wrong with him except at night.
— Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm quite frank with you. What have you against me now?
They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the water like the snout of a sleeping whale.
"paganism" (Sharp)
"omphalos" (when BM uses this word on page 17 below it will be italicised as foreign, but here it seems to be English?)"fits of loud groaning vomiting... Cough it up"
"Halted... halted"
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| Bray Head 7 miles south |
does anyone believe Bray is ever visible from the Tower?
Howth, however, is visible from the tower, and JAJ seems to have his compasspoints backwards
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| Howth (7mi due north) from atop the Tower, very like the snout of a sleeping whale |
Delaney:
[17]
Stephen freed his arm quietly. mysteries: "Cranly's arm. His arm."; "deaf... aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face... sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms"; Bray visibility
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Drawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness:
ReplyDelete-- It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant.
Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had thrust them.
-- It's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly. God knows you have more spirit than any of them.
Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The cold steel pen.
-- Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and thinks you're not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I could only work together we might do something for the island. Hellenise it.
Cranly's arm. His arm.
-- And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one that knows what you are. Why don't you trust me more? What have you up your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe.
Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. O, I shall expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the tailor's shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade. I don't want to be debagged! Don't you play the giddy ox with me!
Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his mower on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.
To ourselves... new paganism... omphalos.
-- Let him stay, Stephen said. There's nothing wrong with him except at night.
-- Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm quite frank with you. What have you against me now?
They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly.
The goal of 'Hellenising' Ireland (living in the moment like artist-hedonists?) seems at first glance wholly admirable, but I think Joyce and Stephen must be aiming higher: throwing off the burden of the Church in some way that doesn't allow for Mulligan's social hypocrisies/ compromises.
ReplyDelete"Ades" is apt because you can fix your jaw as you say it, in an Oxonian sneer
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