Sunday, August 31, 2014

Page 150 (8.221-257) "Your funeral's... U.P.?"

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Your funeral's tomorrow
While you're coming through the rye.
Diddlediddle dumdum
'His funeral's tomorrow' [lyrics] (includes refs to aces, wives, baking, stickpins) LB changes 'His' to "Your"
'Comin' through the rye' 

— Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.


Now that's quite enough about that. Just quietly: husband.

(she seems to have been Molly's main competition before they married, LB still enjoys the relationship)

— And your lord and master?

Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn't lost them anyhow.

(implying other attractive traits were lost)

— O, don't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's in there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me heartscalded. Wait till I show you.

Ireland has no snakes, and rattlesnakes are found only in the western hemisphere
"in there" Harrison's (p152) but why?

Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom's gullet. Want to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or they'd taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot arab stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way. Pleasure or pain is it? Penny dinner. Knife and fork chained to the table.

(if Harrison's is a confectioner's, what's with the lunchsmells? from below??)

jam-filled puff pastry

Demerara lightbrown sugar
"from her" (her scent)

street arabs (1895)
chained tableware was common with charity meals

Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Hatpin: ought to have a guard on those things. Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging. Open. Money. Please take one. Devils if they lose sixpence. Raise Cain. Husband barging. Where's the ten shillings I gave you on Monday? Are you feeding your little brother's family? Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. Pastille that was fell. What is she...?

(is Bloom worrying the 'arab' will grab her money?)

(sometimes medicinal)
ie, that was just a pastille that fell

— There must be a new moon out, she said. He's always bad then. Do you know what he did last night?

(new moon was Monday. isn't it usually fullmoons that are blamed?)

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Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in alarm, yet smiling.

making common cause against husband

— What? Mr Bloom asked.

Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.

practical-psych practice, not just being himself

— Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.


Bloom's 1st thought is to blame Breen's nightmare on indigestion (but why doesn't Joyce let him complete the thought? Josie interrupts it?)

— Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.

cf Haines' black panther p4

— The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said.

'black as the ace of spades' usually refers to skin color

She took a folded postcard from her handbag.

— Read that, she said. He got it this morning.

after the dream

— What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U.P.?

n.b: it just says 'UP'-- two letters (not 4 letters: 'you pee up') probably no periods either [speculation]



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