Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Page 9 (1.220-254) "Of the offence... Where now?"

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Delaney: [18]

— Of the offence to me, Stephen answered.
Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel.
— O, an impossible person! he exclaimed.

Delaney: [19]
He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post, gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland now grew dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt the fever of his cheeks.
A voice within the tower called loudly:
— Are you up there, Mulligan?
— I'm coming, Buck Mulligan answered.
He turned towards Stephen and said:
— Look at the sea. What does it care about offences? Chuck Loyola, Kinch, and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.

"Sassenach" (Scots pejorative for Englishman)
"rashers" = strips of bacon [wiki]

Delaney: [20]
His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level with the roof:
— Don't mope over it all day, he said. I'm inconsequent. Give up the moody brooding.
His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of the stairhead:
And no more turn aside and brood
    Upon love's bitter mystery
    For Fergus rules the brazen cars.

[Give up the moody brooding]
cf Hamlet I.ii: "Queen: Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off"
"And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery For Fergus rules the brazen cars." [Yeats] [cf] BM may be flattering SD by using the melody JAJ composed

Delaney: [21]

Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide.
A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters.

SD completes Yeats' poem in his head: "And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars". He'd heard it chanted by Florence Farr at the premiere in 1899 (maybe accompanied by harp?) and set it to music himself.

WBY imagines Fergus as a pagan Robin Hood whose merry men drive brass chariots (maybe?)
'dishevelled wandering stars' reminds me of Stannie on JAJ around this time: "I hate to see Jim limp and pale, with shadows under his watery eyes, loose wet lips, and dank hair... He likes the novelty of the role of dissipated genius... running after every chit with a petticoat on it and making foolish jokes to them in a high weak voice... He is trying to commit the sin against the Holy Ghost for the purpose of getting outside the utmost rim of Catholicism."

the cloud is supposed to synchronise with Bloom in chapter four, but meteorologically it can't be the same cloud at the same moment (less than a mile high, but seven miles apart).

Delaney: [22]
Fergus' song: I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her door was open: she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity I went to her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those words, Stephen: love's bitter mystery.
Where now?



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