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Friday, January 2, 2015

Page 412 (15.113-144) "LYNCH Ba!... A concave mirror"

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LYNCH
Ba!

Deasy also says "Ba!" p31
Lynch's cap will say "Bah!" below

STEPHEN
Anyway, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug? This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread and wine in Omar. Hold my stick.

draft: "Stephen: ...Who wants a gesture to illustrate a loaf, a jug? This movement illustrates thou and the loaf and jug of bread, or wine, I mean, in Omar. Hold my stick.
Lynch: Damn your yellow stick."

LYNCH
Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?

STEPHEN
Lecherous lynx, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam.

Lynch = lynx

p181: "You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson's bed, clergyman's daughter."

(Stephen thrusts the ashplant on him and slowly holds out his hands, his head going back till both hands are a span from his breast, down turned in planes intersecting, the fingers about to part, the left being higher.)

draft: "Stephen gives the stick quickly and slowly holds out his hands, his head going back till both hands are a span or so from his breast, downturned in planes at an angle, the fingers about to open, the left hand being higher.
Lynch: Which is the jug of bread? Illustrate thou. Here take your stick.
They pass out of sight."

LYNCH
Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk.

(They pass. Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and, clasping, climbs in spasms. From the top spur he slides down. Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb. The navvy lurches against the lamp. The twins scuttle off in the dark. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot. Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset.

draft: "A barefoot urchin scrambles to a street lamp and clasping climbs it in jerks. From the top he slides down to his ring of urchin friends. Another starts to climb. The navvy, leaving hold of the railings, lurches against the lamp. The urchin slides down: all scuttle off in the darkness. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose. Swaying, he ejects from the other nostril a long dribbling jet of snot."

if the boys could climb the lamppost, how can the navvy carry it away? ("cresset" is very vague)

Snakes of river fog creep slowly. From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the river. The navvy staggering forward cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding. On the farther side under the railway bridge Bloom appears, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket. From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image. A concave mirror

draft: "Bloom comes round the corner hastily and stops. In each hand he has a paper parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen and a cold sheep's trotter sprinkled with wholepepper, the other two slices of quatern loaf and a tablet of Fry's chocolate. He frowns slightly and hesitates... Bloom looks down at his clothes and bestows the chocolate and bread in a side pocket."

"glow" = fire near Holles

what "crowd"?

streetview now, looking southwest

Talbot street 1901 census

mysteries:

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Page 411 (15.85-112) "THE BAWD (Spits... a light of love."

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THE BAWD
(Spits in their trail her jet of venom.) Trinity medicals. Fallopian tube. All prick and no pence.

the locus of fertilization, named after 16thC anatomist, Gabriele Falloppio
(did some medicals falsely claim they could avoid a pregnancy? tying tubes for birth control only dates to 1930)

'all talk and no action' is a common form
("All prick and no pence" sounds pretty complimentary?)

(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with Bertha Supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)

draft: "A redhaired girl seated with a friend on a doorstep draws her shawl rapidly across her nostrils as she relates:
--And says the one: I seen you Faithful place with your squarepusher in the come-to-bed hat. That's not for you to say, says I. You never seen me in the mantrap with a highlander, says I. And her walking with two fellows the one time."

Bertha was mentioned on p333, 337, 347, and 349

(wipes nose with shawl?)

EDY BOARDMAN
(Bickering.) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his cometobed hat. Did you, says I. That's not for you to say, says I. You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The likes of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride the enginedriver and lancecorporal Oliphant.

1901 census for Faithful place

an unnamed gossip has accused Edy of spending time in a "mantrap" in Faithful place with a squarepusher/ greaser/ highlander

Dent finds nothing especially disreputable in "squarepusher" or "mantrap"; "Stag" is cold-hearted, unfeeling, selfish [more]

"greaser" was a real occupation

STEPHEN
(Triumphaliter.) Salvi facti sunt.

(He flourishes his ashplant shivering the lamp image, shattering light over the world. A liver and white spaniel on the prowl slinks after him, growling. Lynch scares it with a kick.)

LYNCH
So that?

draft: "Lynch: So that?
Stephen: So that the art of gesture renders visible not the lay sense but the first formal rhythm. Who wants a gesture to illustrate a loaf, a jug? This movement illustrates thou and the loaf and jug of bread, or wine, I mean, in Omar. Hold my stick.
Lynch: Damn your yellow stick.
Stephen gives the stick quickly and slowly holds out his hands, his head going back till both hands are a span or so from his breast, downturned in planes at an angle, the fingers about to open, the left hand being higher.
Lynch: Which is the jug of bread? Illustrate thou. Here take your stick.
They pass out of sight."

STEPHEN
(Looks behind.) So that gesture, not music, not odour, would be a universal language, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy, the structural rhythm.

looks behind at dog, or seeing who else might be listening?

cf Stephen Hero p184:
"— There should be an art of gesture, said Stephen one night to Cranly.
— Yes?
— Of course I don't mean art of gesture in the sense that the elocution professor understands the word. For him a gesture is an emphasis. I mean a rhythm. You know the song 'Come unto those yellow sands'?
— No.
— This is it, said the youth making a graceful anapaestic gesture with each arm. That's the rhythm, do you see?
— Yes.
— I would like to go out into Grafton St some day and make gestures in the middle of the street.
— I'd like to see that..."

LYNCH
Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburg street!

STEPHEN
We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love.

(how does this follow from the gesture business?)

Page 410 (15.56-84) "I gave it to Nelly... aqua ista."

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(Cissy singing again)

I gave it to Nelly
To stick in her belly,
The leg of the duck,
The leg of the duck.

Mulligan spoke of a whore called Fresh Nelly on p206 and 208

(Private Carr and Private Compton turn and counterretort, their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the crowd close to the redcoats.)

draft: "The redcoats turn as before and reply. They march on. The girl's voice rises higher: ...The redcoats halt beside the patrol and talk. Their tunics are bloodbright near the lamp, their blond heads close cropped, their biscuit caps set on the side lobes are round ballsockets."

"counterretort" song/ raspberry/ retort/ counterretort

why not 'the lampglow'?

"cropped polls" suggests Cromwell's Roundheads

PRIVATE COMPTON
(Jerks his finger.) Way for the parson.

they're protestants themselves, but mistake him for a protestant too

PRIVATE CARR
(Turns and calls.) What ho, parson!

CISSY CAFFREY
(Her voice soaring higher.)

She has it, she got it,
Wherever she put it,
The leg of the duck.

belly, or cunt?

draft: (deleted) "A girl with hair on the wind rushes across the street, her shawl flapping from her arms. She shrieks, laughing, rushing, and is engulfed in a doorway. A burly navvy pursues with long strides. He stumbles on the steps but recovers and plunges into the doorway after her. Weaker shrieks of laughter are heard: they stop."

(Stephen, flourishing the ashplant in his left hand, chants with joy the introit for paschal time. Lynch, his jockeycap low on his brow, attends him, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face.)

draft: "A young man in black with a wide hat, pointing ahead with a flourish of his stick, passes through the figures, talking. A broader young man wearing a jockey cap walks beside him. A sneer of discontent is seen on his beaked face."

STEPHEN
Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. Alleluia.

'I saw a stream of water welling forth from the right of the temple. Alleluia.' = the opening phrase of the antiphon used with asperges
(the ceremony of sprinkling the altar) during paschal time

vid

(The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a doorway.)

walrus tusks?

snaggleteeth

THE BAWD
(Her voice whispering huskily.) Sst! Come here till I tell you. Maidenhead inside. Sst!

draft: "An elderly woman lolled against a doorframe looks out as they pass and calls in a discreet whisper:
--Sst! (wait) Come here till I tell you. Sst! Maidenhead inside. They pass on, unseeing. She calls after them:
--Trinity medicals. Fallopian tube.
Still unheeded she spits."

obvious lie
(how many in the crowd can overhear here? or have they passed out of the crowded section?)

STEPHEN
(Altius aliquantulum.) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista.

(Gabler drops the italics since it's presumably a stage direction in Latin: double-italics = non-italic... but couldn't JAJ have intended this as if thought/spoken by Stephen???)

'(With considerable profundity.) And all among them came to that water'

mysteries: exact path

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Page 409 (15.23-55) "THE IDIOT (Gobbling.)... Belturbet. (She sings.)"

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THE IDIOT
(Gobbling.) Ghaghahest.

in the west? (ie, setting sun) cf Circe notesheet "idiot prophet with boiled eyes light from the ?west."
Cyclops notesheet: "Connemara ?simpleton-- fire in the west"
"Godstruck holy fool, ?frig epipelsy" unexxed

Ptolemy's Almagest? Budapest? Bucharest?

(They release him. He jerks on. A pygmy woman swings on a rope slung between two railings, counting. A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and snores again.

one rope, two railings = jump-rope?
another child and adult

On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones. A crone standing by with a smoky oillamp rams her last bottle in the maw of his sack. He heaves his booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and hobbles off mutely. The crone makes back for her lair, swaying her lamp. A bandy child, asquat on the doorstep with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in spurts, clutches her skirt, scrambles up. A drunken navvy grips with both hands the railings of an area, lurching heavily.

draft: "On a step a ragpicker crouches to shoulder a sack. A crone standing by with a guttering oil lamp rams a last bottle in the neck of his sack. He shoulders it and lurches off mutely, tugging his peaked cap askew on his eyes. The crone goes back in her lair, swaying her lamp. A bandylegged child, asquat on the doorstep with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in jerks, and clutching her skirt it scrambles up. A drunken navvy grips with both hands the railings of an area, swaying heavily to and fro."

2 or 3 more adults, 1 or 2 kids (what age "gnome"?)

"totting" = frowned-upon practice of recycling trash

cf Bloom's "bent hag" with "naggin bottle" on p59

bandylegged

origami shuttlecock video [3min]

"navvy" slang for laborer, especially 19th century canal diggers (from ironic 'navigator', nautical motif)

At a corner two night watch in shouldercapes, their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall. A plate crashes: a woman screams: a child wails. Oaths of a man roar, mutter, cease. Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens. In a room lit by a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the hair of a scrofulous child. Cissy Caffrey's voice, still young, sings shrill from a lane.)

draft: "At a corner two night patrols, in shoulder capes, stand tall and silent, their hands at rest on their staff holsters. In an openwindowed room, lit by a candlestick in a bottleneck, a slut combs the natts out of another slut's hair. A plate is heard to crash: a woman's scream follows. Figures, male and female, continue to pass through the murk, round corners, into doorways. Heads are thrust out of windows to listen. A child is heard crying. The oaths of a man are roared out indistinctly. They die away. A girl's voice sings out, high and still young, from a lane:"

maybe 6 more adults and 2 kids

these two night watch are different from Carr and Compton, and will interact with them later, where they're further described as (police constables) 65C and 66C

"totting... tatts"
tatts

(the twins Jacky and Tommy also appear shortly)

Cissy and Edy probably had a 20min tram ride from Sandymount:

CISSY CAFFREY

I gave it to Molly
Because she was jolly,
The leg of the duck,
The leg of the duck.

dactyls

phallic euphemism, or food reward

(does she know this whole crowd can hear her?)

(Bloom, offstage, can't be hallucinating Molly's name yet here)

cf? 1908 notebook: "Dedalus: It annoyed him to hear a girl begin suddenly the first bars of a song and stop."

(Private Carr and Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in their oxters, as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their mouths a volleyed fart. Laughter of men from the lane. A hoarse virago retorts.)

draft: "Three redcoats, swaggersticks tight in their oxters, turn about towards the voice and, without halting, emit in chorus a loud fart from their mouths. Laughter of men in the lane. A hoarse hag calls: --Signs on you, dirtyarse. More power, the Kildare girl."

Carr and Bennett owe their names to the parties in Joyce's farcical 1918 legal wrangle about who should pay for an actor's trousers. Ellmann's index cites Compton as the English Players' business manager-- but what did he do to tick Joyce off?
Joyce also considered using Haines as one of the soldiers (Circe notesheet)

swagger stick in armpit [wiki]

they're offduty and drunk

'left about face' is rarely used

'blowing a raspberry'
unseen men in the lane overhear the raspberry and laugh

THE VIRAGO
Signs on you, hairy arse. More power the Cavan girl.

vihRAHgo

"Signs on" = 'sure enough'?? [1835]
usually 'signs on it' [egs]

they both insulted her, but the reply here is singular

CISSY CAFFREY
More luck to me. Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet. (She sings.)

here's 32 Cavan girls named Caffrey from 1901

mysteries: Signs on you

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Page 408 (15.1-22) "(The Mabbot... great light?"

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1909 map

even though it's after 11pm on a Thursday, there's still a "crowd" hanging out here, including children (1901 census)

(The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green will-o'-the-wisps and danger signals. Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fans.

draft: "(Night town. Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors. Rare smoky lamps."

(all lightsources are muted/imperfect)

Faithful place (around the corner)

"Rare lamps" = few?
"rainbow fans" = trick of eye, or prism-glass?

Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble. They grab wafers between which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. Sucking, they scatter slowly. Children. The swancomb of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the murk, white and blue under a lighthouse. Whistles call and answer.)

draft: "Little men and women squabble for ices round a halted gondola. They receive wafers between which are wedged lumps of coral and coppery snow. The little men and women scatter slowly, sucking up the melting coloured snow. They are children. The high reared comb of the gondola pushes on through the dark, passing under the lamplight, white and blue. Whistles are heard in the distance, calling and answering: Wait, my lover, and I'll be with you."

at least 3 kids so far

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Episode 15, Circe

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