Saturday, October 11, 2014

Page 191 (9.539-576) "There be many... of hash of"

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Delaney: [340] Useen: [] [cp] maps: [other] [*]
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There be many mo. Take her for me. In pairing time. Jove, a cool ruttime send them. Yea, turtledove her.

Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils her, fang in's kiss.

— Do you think it is only a paradox? the quaker librarian was asking. The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.

They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness.

Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile. Then, his head wagging, he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket. His mobile lips read, smiling with new delight.

— Telegram! he said. Wonderful inspiration! Telegram! A papal bull!

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He sat on a corner of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully:

The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done. Signed: Dedalus.

this should correspond to Telemachus's speech accusing the suitors

Meredith [1859] '"Sentimentalists," says the PILGRIM'S SCRIP, "are they who seek to enjoy Reality, without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done."' the [1875] revision drops the word 'Reality'. 'Pilgrim's Scrip' is a fictional book of aphorisms by the central character [wiki]

Where did you launch it from? The kips? No. College Green.

this is a puzzle, for at the time of their 12:30 rendezvous, Stephen would have been drinking next door at Mooney's, and we don't know his path from Watery Lane (ch6) to the Evening Telegraph (ch7). the GPO is another possibility.

"launch" ie, like a hostile missile

"kips" = nighttown? ie spending his pay
"No" does Stephen's face betray some hint?

1909 map

Have you drunk the four quid? The aunt is going to call on your unsubstantial father. Telegram! Malachi Mulligan, the Ship, lower Abbey street. O, you peerless mummer! O, you priestified kinchite!

Gogarty's mother thought Joyce a 'bad Catholic' but it's hard to imagine Simon receiving her at the Dedalus hovel

Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in querulous brogue:

— It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. 'Twas murmur we did for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and he limp with leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.

BM's parody of Synge's Kiltartan dialect

the proprietors of the Ship were W. and E. Connery (or Connedy?)

He wailed:

— And we to be there, mavrone, and you to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a pussful.

Stephen laughed.

Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan bent down:

— The tramper Synge is looking for you, he said, to murder you. He heard you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He's out in pampooties to murder you.

Synge's family lived at 31 Crosthwaite Park West [streetview now]

— Me! Stephen exclaimed. That was your contribution to literature.

Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing to the dark eavesdropping ceiling.

— Murder you! he laughed.

Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of




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