Thursday, September 4, 2014

FW 1.72a --dissuading HCE from waking--

1.72a: Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure like a god on pension...
1.72b: Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey with his shoe hanging...
1.72c: but let your ghost have no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are...
1.72d: and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket, kerchief, ring and amberulla...
1.72e: And it isn't our spittle we'll stint you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, ...
1.72f: Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax...
1.72g: Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan Lalors piped you overborder...
1.72h: And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument...
1.72i: and when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses...
1.72k: He's duddandgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq but peace to his great limbs...
1.72l: No, nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. That you could fell an elmstree...
1.72m: If you was hogglebully itself and most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was your like...
1.72n: But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him...
1.72o: So may the priest of seven worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you...
1.72p: Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copricapron...
1.72q: The loamsome roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not unrested!...
1.72r: For we have performed upon thee, thou abramanation, who comest ever without being invoked...

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FDV: "Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir! And take your laysure and don't be walking abroad, sir." →
"Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir! And take your laysure and don't be walking abroad. Sure, you'd only lose yourself the way the roads are {that} winding now and wet your feet, maybe."

synopsis: convincing him to stay dead — performing rites to keep him dead

Now, be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir.

addressing the dead person

Anglo-Irish accent: aisy: easy

not an Irish name: the only Finnimore in the 1901 census was a 21yo barman in Cork

go and sin no more

below: "Aisy now, you decent man..."

And take your laysure like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad.

AngloIrish accent: laysure: leisure

Herold: La Vie du Bouddha 60: Buddha describing his horse, Kanthaka (French) 'the horse is strong and fast like a God'

Sure, you'd only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in Kapelavaster are that winding there

the phoenix was burned at Heliopolis (Greek name of Annu, capital of the 13th nome of Lower Egypt)

when Tim Healy was Governor-General of the Irish Free State (1922-28), Dubliners called the Viceregal Lodge in Phoenix Park 'Healiopolis'

things have changed

Buddha was born in Kapilavastu
Irish capall a mhaistir: his master's horse
Italian il paese di Vattelapesca: Nowhere Land (imaginary country of Italian fables)

fdv: "the way the roads are winding now" (the way things are going)

'that winding' = so very winding

after the calvary, the North Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the Bower Moore,

Calvary: location of Jesus's crucifixion

cardinal points?

Northumberland Road, Dublin

Phibsborough: district of Dublin
barrow = burial mound

Watling Street, Dublin (in one version of song Finnegan's Wake, Finnegan lives there)
Watling Street: Roman road in England

Irish sráid: street

Irish bóthar mór: main road, big road

Moore Street, Dublin

cf Dudley White, U242?

and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's abroad.

'get your feet wet' = take first steps in new field

song The Foggy Dew
[♬ the foggy dew]


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