Saturday, September 6, 2014

FW 1.68k --second kidnapping--

1.68a: It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld, when Adam was delvin...
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: "Then the prankwench put down Tristopher & picked up Hilary and she ran, ran, ran. And Sir Howther bleethered atter her: Come back with my Earing. But she swareadid to him: Am liking it." →
"Then her grace o'malice put down Tristopher & picked up with Hilary and she rain, rain, rain. And Sir Howther bleethered atter her: Stop Deef Damd stop Come back with my Earing. Stop. But she swareadid to him: Am liking it."

So her madesty a'forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy


legalese malice aforethought: premeditated intention that leads to a crime

A (A/O)

Faber: "aforethought"
FW1 "a forethought"
Penguin: "a 'forethought"

switching twins (cf II.2 midpoint?)

and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain.

Lilith: Adam's wife before Eve, in kabbalistic lore
Lilliput: a land of tiny people in Swift's Gulliver's Travels
to lead someone down the garden path = to deceive

no man's land


And Jarl van Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale:

blathered (or blethered)
why bleEthered? bleed?

Danish atter: again, once more

Irish Fine Gaedhil: tribe of the Irish
Irish fionn-gall: fair foreigner (i.e. Norwegian) 
Fingal (name for Finn in Ossian)
loud, fine gale

Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop.

why dOmb?

fdv "Earing" why cap, single r?
Ealing? [wiki]

But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it.

Danish svarede: answered
did swear

she's enjoying the game


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