Friday, March 14, 2014

Page 19 (1.588-619) "He held... sprang it"

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Delaney: [44]

He held up a forefinger of warning.
If anyone thinks that I amn't divine
    He'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine
    But have to drink water and wish it were plain
    That I make when the wine becomes water again.

BM/OG neatly demonstrates the shallowness of Catholicism's requiring belief in Jesus's divinity

yet another 'make water' pun

He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running forward to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:
Goodbye, now, goodbye! Write down all I said
    And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead.
    What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly
    And Olivet's breezy — Goodbye, now, goodbye!

(why not 'all that I said'?)
"bred in the bone" = father's a bird

OG's actual last verse:
Goodbye, now, goodbye, you are sure to be fed
You will come on My Grave when I rise from the Dead
What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly
And Olivet's breezy-- Goodbye now Goodbye.

He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering his winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering in the fresh wind that bore back to them his brief birdlike cries.

Forty Foot

Delaney: [45]

Haines, who had been laughing guardedly, walked on beside Stephen and said:
— We oughtn't to laugh, I suppose. He is rather blasphemous. I'm not a believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of it somehow, doesn't it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner?
— The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.
— O, Haines said, you have heard it before?
— Three times a day, after meals, Stephen said drily.

actually "The Song of the Cheerful (but slightly sarcastic) Jesus"

— You're not a believer, are you? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in the narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a personal God.
— There is only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.
Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a green stone. He sprang it

"one sense" = Jesuit/Aquinas all-or-nothing, dismissing all watered-down Protestant compromises


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