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Delaney: [90]

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes.

Berkeley's idealism will be parodied again in one of the first Finnegans Wake vignettes, with St Patrick as the opposition

Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs.

of the five classic sense modalities, is sight somehow the most 'ineluctable'? you can close your eyes, plug your ears and nose, close your mouth and withhold your touch. is it ineluctable because you can't make yourself invisible??

'at least' the modality of vision is ineluctable, even if none of the other sense modalities are??? is vision ineluctable because we can 'think it through our eyes', ie imagine visions more vividly than other senses???

"I am here to read" like any of us, he is on this planet, bearing witness (but so what?)

"The Signature of All Things" by Jacob Boehme [etext] [wiki]
(is he calling their symbolic/poetic values 'signatures'? tide/boot/color/substance?)

seaspawn = birth (Joyce's coinage?)
seawrack = death

1917: "Ineluctable modality of the visible: it must be that at least if no more. My eyes do not see it: they think it rather than see. These signs I am read and reader: furrows of seawrack, the tide coming in, that rusty boot. Bottlegreen, bluesilver, rust. Yes, coloured signs, limits of the diaphane."

Delaney: [91]

Limits of the diaphane.

(probably three syllables, not four, because it's not italicised)
the transparent vs the opaque/colored

Delaney: [92]

But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

"Now it is in the transparent medium apart from its limits that light has its being; but it is clear that the boundary of the transparent element which exists in bodies is something real." Aristotle "De Sensu" (Stephen ponders an English translation?)

this sounds like touch is more ineluctable than vision?

"When I had lifted up my brows a little, The Master I beheld of those who know, Sit with his philosophic family. All gaze upon him, and all do him honour." (Dante, Inferno)

1917: "But he adds: in bodies. Then he has become aware of them before of their colours. How? By knocking his head against them. Go easy. Yes, he was bald and a multimillionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Wait now: limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it is a gate, if you cannot it is a door. Shut your eyes and see."

Delaney: [93]

Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six: the nacheinander. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably.

"Laocoön, or On the Limits of Painting and Poetry" by Lessing
nacheinander = succeeding each other, one after another [pronun] [trans]
nebeneinander = side by side, next to one another [pronun]

1917: "Stephen closed his eyes hearing his boots crushing the crackling wrack and shells. You are walking through it anyhow. Yes I am: a foot at a time. Five, six: the nacheinander. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a precipice now. Fell through the Nebeneinander. Ineluctably."

Hamlet I.iv, and p18 above

Delaney: [94]

I am getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it: they do. My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, nebeneinander. Sounds solid: made by the mallet of Los demiurgos. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand?

1909 map

1917: "I am getting on very nicely in the dark. My two feet are at the ends of my two legs: nebeneinander. Solid no doubt: made by the hammer of Los. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand?"

Delaney: [95]

Crush, crack, crick, crick. Wild sea money. Dominie Deasy kens them a'.

Won't you come to Sandymount,
Madeline the mare?

(longshot: folk lyric 'Won't you come to bed with me...?')

Delaney: [96]

Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, agallop: deline the mare.

"Acatalectic" (ie 8 syllables) ought here to be "A catalectic" (ie 7 syllables) [debate]

1917: "Crush, crack, crick, crick.

Won't you come to Sandymount
Madeline the mare?

Rhythm is beginning, you see. I hear. Marching iambs. No agallop: deline the mare."