Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Page 253 (11.295-334) "Two sheets... slighting:"

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Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Are you not happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. Means something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is. Respectable girl meet after mass. Tanks awfully muchly. Wise Bloom eyed on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all. Hair streaming: lovelorn. For some man. For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jauntingcar. It is. Third time. Coincidence.

(cigarettes, cigars, or pipe tobacco?)

Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond quay. Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four. Near now. Out.

the cavalcade passed Boylan "By the provost’s wall" some minutes after it passed the Ormond, yet he's managed to hire a jauntingcar and reach the Ormond already?

— Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.

— Aha... I was forgetting... Excuse...

(seriously discombobulated)

— And four.

he gives her 6p and gets 4p change

At four she. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Bloo smi qui go. Ternoon. Think you're the only pebble on the beach? Does that to all. For men.

he knows her: "Daly's. Girl there civil."

In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.

(cf Dilly w/Chardenal?)

From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.

tuning fork:

Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with Miss Douce.

The bright stars fade...

A voiceless song sang from within, singing:

"voiceless" = without vibrating vocal cords??
or just the piano without a singer yet?

...the morn is breaking.

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn.

twelve notes [more]

The dewdrops pearl...

Lenehan's lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.

p245 above had "Decoy. Soft word. But look! The bright stars fade..." but this is the only recurrence of 'decoy'
distracting her from the piano?

cf BM on p3: "He peered sideways up and gave a long low whistle of call"

— But look this way, he said, rose of Castile.

(does he call her that?)

Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped.

She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile. Fretted forlorn, dreamily rose.

is it the book that made her forlorn, or having to close it?

— Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.

a catchphrase, it needn't refer to the particular book

She answered, slighting:




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