FW 1.11 --museyroom patterns--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...



tips are red, harses are orange, bulls are blue, jacs are green, cries are yellow:


Tip motif [fweet-39] (cf U's blind stripling)
ten 'Tip's

the mistress Kathe. Tip.
This is a ffrinch. Tip
your pike and fork! Tip.
hat of Lipoleum. Tip.
his big wide harse. Tip
Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip.
heart's right there. Tip.
dooleyboy and the hinnessy. Tip.
his big white harse. Tip.
his big wide harse. Tip.


six 'harse's [fweet]

his same white harse, the Cokenhape
his big wide harse
his big white harse, the Capeinhope
his big white harse
the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp
his big wide harse... Copenhagen


four parentheses:

(Bullsfoot! Fine!)
(Bullsear! Play!)
(Bullsrag! Foul!)
(Bullseye! Game!)


ejaculations: (1 duple, 6 triples)

Assaye, assaye!
Yaw, yaw, yaw!
Shee, shee, shee!
Ayi, ayi, ayi!
Hee, hee, hee!
Hit, hit, hit!
Hney, hney, hney!


battlecries/battlenoise:

Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork!
Salamangral!
Tarra's widdars!
Tonnerre!
Almeidagad! Arthiz tooloose!
Brum! Brum! Cumbrum!
Underwetter! Ghoat strip Finnlambs!
Gambariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras!
Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!
Basucker youstead!


rhythms
(after the 6th 'Tip' there's lot of battlecries and ejaculations)
(there's 3 Tip's before Bullsfoot and Bullsear and Bullsrag, 1 before Bullseye)

1. Tip
2. Tip Saloos
3. Tip Bullsfoot
4. Tip harse harse
5. Tip Assaye
6. Tip Yaw Shee Salamangral Hee Tarra's Tonnerre Bullsear Almeidagad Brum Underwetter
7. Tip Gambariste harse
8. Tip harse
9. Tip Hit harse Hney Ap Pukkaru Bulsrag Basucker harse
10. Tip Bullseye

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FW 1.11r --homoerotic lust--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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synopsis: the museyroom — the battle of Willingdone versus the Lipoleums and Jinnies


FDV: "This is [lipoleum hennessy] {lipeleum hinnessy} that spy the Willingdone on his big white harse. This is the three little lopoleums. This is the hinnessy that spy the Willingdone"→
"This is the three little lopoleums. Tip. This is the hinnessy [laughing]{spying} the Willingdone"


we switch our attention now from the jinnies to the three soldiers/ lipoleums (English/Scotch/Welsh), now given names: hinnessy (fair/Shaun), dooley (dark/Shem), and hinn-doo (fair-dark Tristan).


This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief,

petty = frivolous (suggesting gay?)
French petit: small
prettiest

nursery rhyme Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a Thief

probably the same as hinndoo/Tristan (maybe thief is dark, toffee light/fair/sweet?)

1.191 above: "This is an inglis, this a scotcher, this a walshe one." → "This is an inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stooping." (wouldn't this imply Welsh = dark?)

fdv: lipeleum, lopoleums

Penguin: "lipoleums. Toffeethief"


that spy on the same Willingdone from his big white harse, the Capeinhope.

Battle of Spion Kop, 1900 (battles) but fdv had "spy the" and "spying the" (no "on") and also "laughing the"

"from"???

why "white" not 'wide'?

Cape of Good Hope


Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny.

Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall" Jackson: American Confederate general

old/young = Willingdone/Lipoleums

Greek maxh: battle
slang maxie: big mistake
maxim
Manx?

monument (megalith?)
matrimony
one too many
men


Lipoleums is nice hung bushellors.

slang well hung (or just 'hung') = big cock (where would Joyce have picked this phrase up? Nighttown? Gogarty? Paris?)

bachelors
bushel
bush

the sexual attraction is mutual, with the cutest of the lipoleums signalling interest (by flashing his cock?)



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FW 1.11s --the lipoleums get named--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This is the hinnessy that spy the Willingdone, this is the dooley that get the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hindoo Shim Shin between the dooleyboy & the hinnessy. Tip."
"This is the hinnessy [laughing]{spying} the Willingdone, this is the lipsyg dooley get the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hindoo Shim Shin with his ?tubabine between the dooleyboy hiena & the hinnessy. Tip."


This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone.

phrase laugh like a hyena: laugh hysterically
Pont d'Iena, Paris (bridges of Paris)

Battle of Jena-Auerstedt, 1806 (Napoleon's victory over the Prussians) (battles)

Irish fhionn: fair (pronunciation 'hin')
Irish Ó Fhionnghusa: descendant of Fionnghus ('fair choice')

Mr Dooley and Mr Hennessy: American-Irish characters created by the American humourist Finley Peter Dunne (appearing in hundreds of 'Mr Dooley' sketches from the late 1890's; 'Hennessy' is usually spelled 'Hinnissy' when addressed by Mr Dooley)

Dooley (seated) and Hennessy

aloud
like a lout
a lot


This is lipsyg dooley

Battle of Leipzig, 1813 (Napoleon's defeat by the Prussians and their allies) (battles)

Danish syg: sick

William Jerome and Jean Schwartz: song Mister Dooley (1902): 'Napoleon had an army of a hundred thousand men... And though Napoleon marched them up who was it called them down 'Twas Mister Dooley' (mentioned in Ellmann: 341, 423-425) [tune] [sheetmusic]

Irish dubh: dark (pronunciation 'dhoo') 
Irish Ó Dubhlaoich: descendant of Dubhlaoch ('black warrior')


krieging the funk from the hinnessy.

German Krieg: war
German kriegen: to get

making fun
Middle English funk: spark (cf "tinders his maxbotch" below; also U20: Haines' "flaming spunk")
(maybe dark race learns secret of fire from fair race?)

HCE offers cad a cigar in one version: "he tips un a topping swank cheroot" (fw53)


This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooleyboy and the hinnessy. Tip.

Irish fhionndubh: fair-dark (pronunciation 'hindhoo')
Hindu (Wellington served in India prior to his Napoleonic campaigns)

Shem/Shaun

Irish siomar sin: trefoil, shamrock
Hindustani: Samar Singh: typical name for a soldier (literally 'lion in battle')

tip motif



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FW 1.11t --HCE taunts them with a dirty hat--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This is the Willingdone, he laugh ?that ?his a flag-o'-the-ffrinch lipoleums. This is the Willingdone hang the flag o' lipoleum on the tail of his big white harse."→
"This is the Willingdone, he laugh & pick up from the field bluttlefleld bluttlefilth bluddleflith a hat-o'- lipoleums. This the hindoo getting [mad]{ranjymad} for a [bombshell]{bombshoot}. This is the Willingdone hang the half of a hat o' ?the lipoleum at the tail [at]{on} the backend of his big [wide]{white} harse."



This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up

wily, foxy
slang waxy: angry
"old maxy... wixy old"

picket: a detachment of soldiers serving as a lookout for approaching enemies
G.E. Pickett: American Confederate general

picking up


the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddlefilth.

trefoil (shamrock) (cf above "Shimar Shin" = Irish siomar sin: trefoil, shamrock)

Mamalujo wear half tall hats
maybe the hat in question was shot off, half destroyed?

defiled

from out
Mahmoud, Hamoud?

bloody
puddle
battlefield


This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob.

waxing raging mad

Ranjit?

bombshell → bombshoot
longshot: slang pumpship: urinate
haboob = sandstorm


This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Tip.

hank = loop (of fiber)
hanging (cf "nice hung" above)

"up the tail" (like hoisting a flag?)

wipe his or his horse's arse with the hat

backside

'buck' has lots of meanings including Buck Mulligan, Stephen-as-buck, buckskin leather, horses bucking


tip motif


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FW 1.11u --HCE's horse amplifies the insult--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This the harse of the Willingdone wangling his tailiscrupp to the hindoo seeboy." →
"This the harse of the Willingdone wangling his tailoscrupp & the half o'hat to the hindoo seeboy."



That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit!

last Duke of Wellington

joke 'hits home'?


This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp,

Latin culpa: fault (Felix Culpa)

Penguin: "Willingdone. Culpenhelp"


waggling his tailoscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums

slang tail: buttocks; penis
telescope
crupper: the buttocks of a horse

the horse makes the insulting gesture


to insoult on the hinndoo seeboy. Hney, hney, hney! (Bullsrag! Foul!)

insult
Latin insulto: I jump
Iseult?
Marshal Soult: French chief of staff at Waterloo

see-boy = voyeur?
Anglo-Indian sepoy: an Indian soldier in the service of a foreign army, usually British (Napoleon called Wellington 'a general of sepoys')

Czech: hnúj = Ruthenian-Ukrainian hnii = dung
Marshal Ney: French commander of the left wing at Waterloo
neigh

wave a red flag at a bull



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FW 1.11v --more ambiguous insults--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This the hindoo hattermad" →
"This is the hindoo madrashattaras, up jump & pumpt, like [...]" →
"This is the hindoo madrashattaras, up jump & pumpim, like he cry to the Willingdone. Bukkarru Yurep!" →
"...as he cry to the Willingdone. Ap Pukkarru! Pukka Yurep!"


This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim,

FDV: "hattermad"
phrase mad as a hatter
Alice

EB11 vol. XVII, 'Madras', 292a: (of the city of Madras) 'in 1741 the Mahrattas unsuccessfully attacked the place' (battles)

Wellington fought in the second Anglo-Mahratta War, 1803 (battles)

Up, Guards, and at 'em!


cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!

what's "Ap"? (cf 398.01? VI.B1.103: "ap")
Welsh 'ap' = son of (in Welsh names)
Old Irish 'ap' = leader, abbott

Battle of Aboukir Bay, 1798 (battles)
Anglo-Indian pukkaroo: seize!
Anglo-Indian pukka: sure, certain, authentic

what's "Yurap"? your leader? you're son of?

bugger yourself!

FDV: "Bukkarru Yurep!"


This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman,

Wellington, asked if he were Irish: 'If a gentleman happens to be born in a stable, it does not follow that he should be called a horse'

Thackeray: Lectures on the English Humorists: 'If Swift was an Irishman then a man who is born in a stable is a horse'

motif: Letter: born gentleman

Constable?

gentleman
Ghent: city in Belgium (after the battle of Waterloo, it became part of the Netherlands for fifteen years)


tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin.

tenders (offers) his matchbox (fighting like gentleman)
tinderbox
cf U20: Haines offers "flaming spunk" to Stephen
cf above "This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy."

Greek maxh: battle (cf above "Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny... the wixy old Willingdone")

botch

cursing again
Corsican (Napoleon was)


Basucker youstead!

go bugger/suck yourself!

Battle of Busaco, 1810 (Wellington) (battles)

Spanish usted: you (formal)

cf FDV: "Bukkarru Yurep!"



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FW 1.11w, 1.12 --final battle blow--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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This is the dooforhim seeboy

dooley/hinnessy [.04-.05]

colloquial do for: to injure fatally, to kill, to ruin

Lord Dufferin: famous 19th century British diplomat, including Viceroy of India


blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse. Tip.

(blow bomb)

(farting or defecation)

(rhythm of nursery rhyme The House That Jack Built)

tip motif


(Bullseye! Game!) How Copenhagen ended.

eye

HCE

Battle of Copenhagen, 1801 (battles)


This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out! Phew!

was

(death, feet first)

going



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FW 1.13a --the battlewidow's house--

1.13a: What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives...
1.13b: And such reasonable weather too! The wagrant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every...
1.13c: A verytableland of bleakbardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside him...
1.13d: The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos...
1.13e: No nubo no! Neblas on you liv! Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindmerollingeyes...
1.13f: Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik...
1.13g: But it's the armitides toonigh, militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the minutia workers...
1.13h: She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun)...
1.13i: maps, keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston...
1.13k: ills and ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that come fro the hart (bucklied!)...


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synopsis: the battle is over — a gnarlybird collecting spoiled goods


FDV: "How warming {'twas} to have been in there! But how keling is the airabouts here!"


What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts!

long time

cooling
killing

air
whereabouts


We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthorn!

know where

must not tell anyone

phrase for the love of Jesus

lamp, lantern, candle

Jack O'Lantern: a will-o'-the-wisp, something misleading


It's a candlelitten houthse of a month and one windies.

candlelit
little

Castletown House, County Kildare, was said to have a window for each day of the year

66 visible?

Howth

28 + 1 = twenty-nine motif

windows
windy


Downadown, High Downadown.

song The Three Ravens: 'Down in yonder green field Down a down hey down hey down There lies a knight slain 'neath his shield' ♬ [lyrics]


And nummered quaintlymine.

German Nummer: Dutch nummer: number

twentynine?



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FW 1.13b --the morning after the battle--

1.13a: What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives...
1.13b: And such reasonable weather too! The wagrant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every...
1.13c: A verytableland of bleakbardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside him...
1.13d: The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos...
1.13e: No nubo no! Neblas on you liv! Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindmerollingeyes...
1.13f: Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik...
1.13g: But it's the armitides toonigh, militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the minutia workers...
1.13h: She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun)...
1.13i: maps, keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston...
1.13k: ills and ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that come fro the hart (bucklied!)...


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FDV: "Such reasonable weather too. The wind is so westerly around the downs & on every blasted knolly-oak stuck high there's a gnarlybird gathering up one little true little free little poor little fine little slick little civil little late little nice little swell little gnarlybird." →
"Such reasonable weather too. The wind is sowesterly around the downs & on every blasted knolly-rock there's the same gnarlybird gathering up a runlittle dolittle preelittle porelittle wipelittle [pickalittle eatlittle ?dinelittle]{kickalittle waitlittle pinelittle} kenlittle [livealittle][aleavenalittle]{leavenalittle} pilfalittle gnarlybird."
 'holly oak'?


And such reasonable weather too!

seasonable


The wagrant wind'z awalt'z around the piltdowns

Battle of Wagram, 1809 (Napoleon) (battles)

vagrant

a-waltz around

VI.B1.50: 'Piltdown man (Sussex)'
VI.B1.173: '150,000 Piltdown (Sussex)'
Piltdown Man (existence surmised from pieces of a supposedly-prehistoric skull found in 1912 near Piltdown Common, Sussex, England; proved to be fraudulent in 1953)

downs: open grassy country


and on every blasted knollyrock

blasted: blighted, withered; cursed, damned; exploded

knoll and rock


(if you can spot fifty I spy four more)

Roman numeral LIV: fifty-four= ALP?

spot/spy?

Fomorians: mythical Irish colonists


there's that gnarlybird ygathering,

early bird


a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle,

pray


pouralittle, wipealittle, kicksalittle,



severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle,



kenalittle, helfalittle, pelfalittle gnarlybird.

ken = know

German helfen: to help



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FW 1.13c --HCE fallen--

1.13a: What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives...
1.13b: And such reasonable weather too! The wagrant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every...
1.13c: A verytableland of bleakbardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside him...
1.13d: The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos...
1.13e: No nubo no! Neblas on you liv! Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindmerollingeyes...
1.13f: Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik...
1.13g: But it's the armitides toonigh, militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the minutia workers...
1.13h: She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun)...
1.13i: maps, keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston...
1.13k: ills and ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that come fro the hart (bucklied!)...


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A verytableland of bleakbardfields!

WS, Henry V: II.3.16: in the description of Falstaff's death, the original 'a table of greene fields' was amended to 'a babbl'd of green fields'

veritable tableland

blackbird fields? feeding on carrion?
bleak bard?


Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar.

song The Three Ravens: 'Down in yonder green field Down a down hey down hey down There lies a knight slain 'neath his shield' ♬ [lyrics]

the seven 'sheaths' (physical, astral, mental, buddhic, nirvanic, anupadakic, and adic) which clothe the soul, according to Theosophy

Rothschild: Jewish banking family, literally archaic German: 'red shield'

wroth = angry
wrought?
shields (layers of defense?)

under seven outer layers lies one inner being

French L'empereur: the Emperor (so Napoleon not Wellington??)
German Lump: scoundrel


His glav toside him. Skud ontorsed.

archaic glave: sword
Russian glava: head
glove

beside
to the side of

Danish skud = gunshot
Danish skjold = shield?

unhorsed
endorsed?
on his torso?

(these words are short and vivid)


Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.

pigeon pair: twin boy and girl

dove/raven ("pigeons... crows")

flown (so why "flewn"?)

Alfred Harmsworth, 1st Viscount Northcliffe, born in Chapelizod, British newspaper magnate incl 'Answers', 'Comic Cuts', Daily Mail (successful vulgarian)

White Cliffs of Dover



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