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 went for a hundred years war and she punched holes in him & taught him his tears" →
"And there was a {fineold} grandnewwail {that altarsame sobbaoth} somewhere in Erio. Then the prankwench went for a hundred years walk with Hilary and she punched curses
And there was a wild old grannewwail
Grannuaile: the Irish name of Grace O'Malley
that altarsame laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio.
new/same
alter = other
Saint Lawrence family, Barons and Earls of Howth
Lawrence Sterne (German Sterne: stars)
St Laurence O'Toole
shooting stars
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Turnlemeem
Grace O'Malley was said to have sailed for forty years?
war
'Tours du Monde en Quarante Jours' (Tour of the World in Forty Days), widely advertised in Paris before World War I
French le même: the same
tureen
turlehydes
and she punched the curses of cromcruwell
AngloIrish phrase: the curse of Cromwell on (someone)
Crom Cruach: a Celtic idol destroyed by Saint Patrick
Caisleen-na-Cearca, the 'Castle of the Hen' where Grace O'Malley had kept the heir of Howth, on a lake-isle in Galway (demolished by Cromwell?)
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cruel
crewel embroidery?
with the nail of a top into the jiminy
Swift: Tale of a Tub
a spinning toy top??
FDV: "she punched holes in him" → "she punched curses into in him"
crucified Jesus
and she had her four larksical monitrix to tauch him his tears
musical? larkspur?? (it sounds playful)
Saint Patrick was said to have served four masters as a slave
Latin monitrix: instructress
monitors
teach him (to cry)
tauchen = to dive (German)
Der Taucher = ballad by Schiller
tache = teastain
and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian.
Latin provorto: I turn forwards (⊢ to ⊤?)
perverted
converted
uncertain
'all secure' sounds like a military or naval report
cf "onesure allgood" above
French triste: sad
Tristan
Christian
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