Monday, September 29, 2014

Page 178 (9.60-95) "He laughed again... to buy it."

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He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.

Formless spiritual. Father, Word and Holy Breath. Allfather, the heavenly man. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon the altar. I am the sacrificial butter.

Dunlop, Judge, the noblest Roman of them all, A.E., Arval, the Name Ineffable, in heaven hight: K.H., their master, whose identity is no secret to adepts. Brothers of the great white lodge always watching to see if they can help. The Christ with the bridesister, moisture of light, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the plane of buddhi. The life esoteric is not for ordinary person. O.P. must work off bad karma first. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B's elemental.

Julius Caesar V.5.68 'ANTONY: This was the noblest Roman of them all:'

DN Dunlop, WQ Judge, Koot Hoomi, HP Blavatsky

Mrs Cooper Oakley

O, fie! Out on't! Pfuiteufel! You naughtn't to look, missus, so you naughtn't when a lady's ashowing of her elemental.

Hamlet I.ii "Fie on't! O fie!"
Hamlet II.ii "Fie upon't! foh!"

Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with grace a notebook, new, large, clean, bright.

39yo in 1911, 29yo in 1901
near miss?

— That model schoolboy, Stephen said, would find Hamlet's musings about the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as shallow as Plato's.

John Eglinton, frowning, said, waxing wroth:

— Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.

— Which of the two, Stephen asked, would have banished me from his commonwealth?

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Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic. Space: what you damn well have to see. Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow. Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

Blake's Milton's buttocks?

Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.

"colleague" = fellow employee Eglinton

— Haines is gone, he said.

— Is he?

— I was showing him Jubainville's book. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, about Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht. I couldn't bring him in to hear the discussion. He's gone to Gill's to buy it.

Best had translated Jubainville [ebook]
the weird sisters of Dun Emer had just published a new edition of Hyde (1895 ebook)
Best must have been present earlier (with SD or not?)
Eglinton knew that Haines was there in the library, but Haines had not come back here to JE's/TL's office, so either JE had seen Haines in the readingroom, or Best had come back and told him.
(is Haines now avoiding SD's theory?)

(was Gill's the closest?)

Best didn't really say "don't you know", so is Joyce tweaking the facts to represent Ireland's four beautiful fields? [accents]
Armagh: AE
Leinster: JE
Munster: TL
Connacht: RB?



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