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I hope you'll be able to come tonight. Malachi Mulligan is coming too. Moore asked him to bring Haines. Did you hear Miss Mitchell's joke about Moore and Martyn? That Moore is Martyn's wild oats? Awfully clever, isn't it? They remind one of don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Our national epic has yet to be written, Dr Sigerson says. Moore is the man for it. A knight of the rueful countenance here in Dublin. With a saffron kilt? O'Neill Russell? O, yes, he must speak the grand old tongue. And his Dulcinea? James Stephens is doing some clever sketches. We are becoming important, it seems.
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| George Moore |
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| Edward Martyn |
Sigerson's essay
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| 62yo in 1901, 70yo(?) in 1911 |
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| saffron kilt |
T.O. Russell 72yo in 1901 [wiki] [lyrics]
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| 21yo law clerk in 1901, 30yo law clerk in 1911 |
Cordelia. Cordoglio. Lir's loneliest daughter.
King Lear I.1ff
♬ Lir's lonely daughter [lyrics]
Nookshotten. Now your best French polish.
— Thank you very much, Mr Russell, Stephen said, rising. If you will be so kind as to give the letter to Mr Norman...
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| 34yo journalist in 1901 |
— O, yes. If he considers it important it will go in. We have so much correspondence.
— I understand, Stephen said. Thanks.
Good ild you. The pigs' paper. Bullockbefriending.
As You Like It III.3.57 'You are very well met: God 'ild you for your last company: I am very glad to see you: even a toy in hand here, sir: nay, pray be covered.'
— Synge has promised me an article for Dana too. Are we going to be read? I feel we are. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. I hope you will come round tonight. Bring Starkey.
JE repeats invite to departing AE
(i don't see anything by Synge in the one-volume edition-- all 12 issues?)
Stephen sat down.
The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers. Blushing, his mask said:
(blushing because SD has been coldly snubbed?)
((could such a snub have triggered The Holy Office rant?))
— Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.
He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a chopine, and, covered by the noise of outgoing, said low:
Hamlet II.ii "your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine."
chohPEEN or CHOPin
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| platform shoes! |
— Is it your view, then, that she was not faithful to the poet?
Alarmed face asks me. Why did he come? Courtesy or an inward light?
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— Where there is a reconciliation, Stephen said, there must have been first a sundering.
— Yes.
Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a runaway in blighted treeforks from hue and cry. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the chase. Women he won to him, tender people, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives. Fox and geese. And in New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as fresh as cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all, bare, frighted of the narrow grave and unforgiven.
Joyce would sing this at the Antient Concert Rooms in August
My love is as sweet as the cinnamon tree [lyrics and sheetmusic]
— Yes. So you think...
The door closed behind the outgoer.
mysteries:
[DD 00:27-04:12]
[IM 20:37-23:05]
[LV1 24:40-28:14]
[LV2 20:29-23:00]
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