1.68b: and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, laying cold hands on himself...
1.68c: And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean...
1.68d: And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike...
1.68e: And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin...
1.68f: And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings...
1.68g: So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's...
1.68h: And Jarl von Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands...
1.68i: And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flackering from the hillcombs...
1.68k: So her madesty a forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways...
1.68l: And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio...
1.68m: So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was back again...
1.68n: And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs...
1.68o: And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling. And she made her wittest...
1.68p: For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself...
1.68q: in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves...
1.68r: And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut...
1.68s: And they all drank free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any girls under shurts...
1.68t: Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies...
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FDV: "And spoke she to the dour: I want a cup of porter. But the dour handworded her: Shut. So she snapped up Tristopher and she ran, ran, ran." →
"And spoke she to the dour in petty perusienne: Why do I like a poss of porterpease. But the dour handworded her grace {in dootch nossow}: Shut. So her grace o'malice snapped up Tristopher and she rain, rain, rain."
And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne:
door
dour doorman?
Le Petit Parisien: popular daily journal (1876-1944)
1926 |
Peru
Persian
Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?
King Mark, Tristan's uncle
she gives him a number (and increments it with each visit)
obsolete wons: once
anagram: swan
wan = pale
Dublin slang: wans: girls (literally 'ones')
Why Do I Am Alook
why do I look
why do I like
ALP
phrase as like as two peas in a pod
a pot of porter, please
dialect poss: waterfall
German Possen: prank, trick
glass
Piesporter (wine)
Langland: Piers Plowman B.xx.296: 'Conscience... made pees porter to pynne the gates Of alle tale-tellers and tyterers in ydel' (obsolete pees: peace; obsolete pynne: pin; obsolete tyterers: tittlers; obsolete ydel: idle)
Conscience appoints Peace to be the porter at the gate, barring liars and gossips?
nursery rhyme 'Pease Porridge Hot': 'Pease porridge hot. Pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot, Nine days old. Spell me that without a P, And a clever scholar you will be' (T-H-A-T)
And that was how the skirtmisshes began.
skirmishes
skirts, misses
But the dour handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut!
E's answer
communicated with hand gestures
Dutch antwoordde: German antwortete: answered
Dutch Nassau (William of Orange-Nassau fought on Wellington's side at Waterloo)
not so
door remained shut
shit!
So her grace o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher
Grace O'Malley
O (A/O)
snapped up
and into the shandy westerness she rain, rain, rain.
shandy = beer and lemonade drink
Sterne: Tristram Shandy (Swift/Sterne)
Irish seanda: old
'Westernesse is a fictional kingdom in the Middle English romance of King Horn' [wiki]
West (Grace O'Malley was a princess of Connacht)
wilderness
ran
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