1.72a: Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure like a god on pension...
Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey with his shoe hanging...
but let your ghost have no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are...
and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket, kerchief, ring and amberulla...
And it isn't our spittle we'll stint you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, ...
Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax...
Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan Lalors piped you overborder...
And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument...
and when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses...
He's duddandgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq but peace to his great limbs...
No, nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. That you could fell an elmstree...
If you was hogglebully itself and most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was your like...
But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him...
So may the priest of seven worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you...
Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copricapron...
The loamsome roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not unrested!...
For we have performed upon thee, thou abramanation, who comest ever without being invoked...
"where you have all you want and we'll be bringing you presents, won't we?" ("you're better off, sir, ...")
and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask,
you have everything you want (for the underworld?)
7 items of clothing
bricket, kerchief, ring and amberulla,
French briquet: infantry sabre of the Napoleonic Wars [wiki]
or cf Haines' tinderbox? U20
charcoal briquettes date back c1890
cf Stephen's snotrag, Citizen's facecloth, HCE's kerchief
cf Leary's maledictive ring [B&P1]
cf? U60: amberoid necklace
the whole treasure of the pyre,
'Odin ordained that the dead should be burnt, and that everything that had been theirs should be carried to the pyre'
in the land of souls with Homin
"land of souls" generic translation of afterlife in many cultures
song Groves of Blarney [lyrics] ♬ 'But were I Homer, or Nebuchadnezzar, 'Tis in every feature I would make it shine' (Homer via words, Neb. via monuments)
homine = (Latin) human
and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan
Broin and Lonan = Browne/Nolan
pole ole = poor old
141.27 "Answer: Pore ole Joe!" ♬
254.24: "it's old Joe"
hobo's pole with bindle
Huck Finn's pole to steer raft
St Lonan: a chieftain (nephew?) converted by St Patrick
parish on the Isle of Man [info]
Onan ('poor' because disgraced)
and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan.
drinking beer straight from the tap?
five names, five eras, five senses??: Homer, Brian Boru, St Lonan, Nebuchadnezzar, Genghis Khan
plus HCE = 6?
And we'll be coming here, the ombre players,
ombre: 18thC card game for three people [wiki] pronounced 'umber'
Italian ombre: shadows, ghosts
maybe his old cardgame buddies? (it sounds spooky though)
3 players - 1 gone = only 2 left
to rake your gravel and bringing you presents, won't we, fenians?
any well-maintained cemetery will have gravel paths that need occasional raking... right?
cf U101: "The metal wheels ground the gravel with a sharp grating cry"
Fenians: a revolutionary brotherhood of the 1860s, but the name was also erroneously applied to the Fianna, Finn's army (why no cap?)
cf U108: "Let us go round by the chief's grave, Hynes said. We have time."
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