FW 1.67e --listen to her pee--

1.67a: Cry not yet! There's many a smile to Nondum, with sytty maids per man, sir, and the park's so dark...
1.67b: One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the strubbely beds...
1.67c: That one of a wife with folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a noarch...
1.67d: Malmarriedad he was reversogassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique...
1.67e: Flou inn, flow ann. Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle mien, we are in rearing...


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FDV: "It was of a night. Lissom! lissom! I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle."



Flou inn, flow ann. Hohore!

French flou: loose (clothes), blurred (image)

LLR I.106: 'Flouin... "a type of sea-vessel, resembling the rauberge, a little smaller"'

inn = HCE?

flew in, flew on
Ann

ho ho
German höre!: listen!


So it's sure it was her not we!

it was the maid who made the man do wrong (not the man's fault)?

weewee?


But lay it easy, gentle mien, we are in nearing of a norewhig.

take it easy

gentlemen
mien = face

in hearing of
near

Norway
earwig
snore


So weenybeenyveenyteeny. Comsy see!

veni vidi vici?
eeny meeny miny moe?

French comme ceci: like this


Het wis if ee newt.

it was of a night
Dutch 'het was of ie wist' = it was as if he knew

German wissen: to know

knew it
Macbeth: 'Eye of newt'


Lissom! Lissom! I am doing it.

lissom: lithe, agile
listen!

I am peeing


Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle.

HCE

French corne: horn
the sound of Issy's peeing gives HCE a boner?

ALP (ALP)

harp

obsolete prittle: prattle, chatter, talk idly



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FW 1.68a --once upon a time--

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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synopsis: the tale of the Prankquean and Jarl van Hoother — why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?


FDV: "It was one night at a long time ago" →
"It was one night at a long time ago when Adam was delvin & his madami madamene spunning watersilts"


this Prankquean vignette is based on a historical Irish piratess, Grace O'Malley, who around 1576 kidnapped the 8yo grandson of the Earl of Howth (both named Christopher) to punish the Earl for being inhospitable.

according to a well-known legend, which may have occurred around 1575-6, Grace O'Malley (also known as Grania O'Malley or Grainne Ni Mhaille or Grannuaile), a 16thC Irish pirate, was refused admission to Howth Castle during dinner and in revenge captured the Baron's heir, to return him after his father promised the doors of Howth Castle would never again be closed at mealtime




It was of a night, late, lang time agone,

late at night

German lang: long

long time ago
time gone by
agony


in an auldstane eld,

Old Stone Age = Paleolithic

auld = old
stane = stone
stained

archaic eld: old; age; time [wkt]
eld = fire (Swedish)

tree/stone (stone, elm)


when Adam was delvin and his madameen spinning watersilts,

John Ball: 'When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then a gentleman?' (in his famous sermon to the rebels of the Peasants' Revolt of 1381) [Adam delved and Eve span]

dialect delve: dig

Gerald Nugent: Ode Written on Leaving Ireland: 'From thee, sweet Delvin, must I part!' [Delvin]

Mozart: Don Giovanni: song 'Madamina' [♬ Madamina]

Adam

Anglo-Irish -een (diminutive, often pejorative)
Eve

German spinnen: to spin; to be mad
spinning thread

elements (water, air, earth, fire)

watered silk: a type of silk with a wavy (water-like) finish

silt
waterspills


when mulk mountynotty man was everybully

bulk, hulk
muck
mulch

Montenotte: site of French defeat of Austrians in 1794 and 1796 (name means 'night-mountain'; also district of Cork)
Mounties founded 1920 (Canadian Mounted Police)
naughty
knotty muscles?

Vico's first age of mountain-wandering giants

(Here Comes) everybody
U-Cyclops?


and the first leal ribberrobber that ever had her ainway

archaic leal: lawful
little

rib (from which Eve was created)
cf Old Mother Slipperslapper? U84

VI.B14.55: 'rivers had their own way'
Fleming: The Life of St. Patrick 48: 'The network of rivers... exposed the country to periodical inundations in those days, when rivers had at all times their own way' [cf] ie rather than being dammed or channeled?

Hebrew ain: none, no, void
airway
anus??


everybuddy else to his lovesaking eyes

implied 'was'? 'the ribberrobber was everybuddy else'
so those two were all that was?

lovesick
love-forsaking

(ignoring Lilith?)


and when everybilly lived alove with everybiddy else

"everybully... everybuddy else... everybilly... everybiddy else"

everybody (male)
dialect billy: fellow, mate, brother

alone
in love

everybody (female)
slang biddy: woman




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FW 1.68b --before visit one--

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: "Sir Howther had his head up in his lamphouse. And his two little jimminies were kicking on the oil cloth {of the cashel ?earthshouse}, Tristopher & Hilary. With their dummy." →
"Sir Howther had his burnt head up in his brain hive lamphouse with laying {cold} hand on himself. And his two little jimminies were not yet kicking on the oil cloth van {homerigh} the homecashel earthenhouse, Tristopher & Hilary. With their dummy."
"brain hive lamphouse"!?
"not yet"!?


and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse,

archaic Jarl: earl

the Howth peerage changed from Baron to Earl in the 18thC

Van Houten's Dutch Cocoa

invented by Coenraad Johannes van Houten (1801-1887)

Howth Head

burnt match

erection

Baily Lighthouse on Howth Head


laying cold hands on himself.

laying on of hands (in blessing, confirmation, etc.)

masturbation (restraining masturbation?)


And his two little jiminies, cousins of ours, Tristopher and Hilary,

Latin gemini: twins

fw1 has "ourn"
dialect ourn: ours

Giordano Bruno's motto: 'In tristitia hilaris hilaritate tristis' (Latin 'In Sadness Cheerful, in Gaiety Sad') appears on the title page of his play 'Il Candelajo' [wakp]

performing-arts emoji

the name of the heir kidnapped by Grace O'Malley was Christopher St Lawrence, later to be the 10th Baron Howth


were kickaheeling their dummy on the oilcloth flure

phrase to kick up (a person's) heels: to trip up, overthrow; to knock down, kill

dummy: nursemaid; pacifier (doll?); sister??

oilcloth: a type of waterproof canvas (used for table-cloths, floor-cloths, etc.)

Anglo-Irish accent: flure: floor


of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse.

his = Jarl's

hce

home
Homer ('Homeri' = of Homer?)
eye, rye
Bartholomew Vanhomrigh: father of Swift's Vanessa
cf? Ó Cléirigh

earth
built of mud?




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FW 1.68c --the prankquean arrives--

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: "And who come to the keep of his inn but the prankwench." →
"And who come to the keep of his inn but the niece of his a prankwench. And the prankwench picked a rosy one & made her wit foerenenst the dour."
prankwench/crank-wrench?


And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn

Diarmaid (Dermot) and Grania: analogues of Tristan and Isolde in Fenian myth (Finn MacCool is the analogue of King Mark)

come = plural verb
(fdv always 'come' never 'came')

keep: the central and strongest tower of a medieval castle

inn-keeper


only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean.

VI.B1.04: 'niece-in-law' Freeman's Journal 16Feb24: 'Publican's Story': 'Witness then asked his niece-in-law, Mary Maher, to go for the priest'
(so his nephew's wife? or maybe his wife's niece from previous marriage?)

Isolde after marrying Mark's nephew Tristan???

'prank' from flaunt, make-up

archaic quean: woman, prostitute, ill-bred woman(?)
cuckquean = cuckolded wife

longshot: Parnell's great-aunt Sophia built a conspicuously phallic monument to her husband, maybe as a prank


And the prankquean pulled a rosy one

the heroine of the folktale Tam Lin plucks roses at Carterhaugh, thereby summoning Tam Lin

slang to pluck a rose: (of women) to urinate (or defecate)

red rose: Lancaster

the pirate queen's combined with elements from the slightly earlier story of Janet/Margaret and "Tam Lin". The lyrics of Tam Lin tell of a man trapped by a fairy-spell who impregnates a girl, and her love frees him. Each time she visits him she plucks/pulls a rose or two. (Weirdly, 'plucking a rose' was a polite euphemism for going to the bathroom, around that time.) Sandy Denny's voice always makes me weep:




and made her wit forenenst the dour.

phrase make water: to urinate
wet
witticism
Dutch wit: white
wait

AngloIrish forenenst: opposite
against

door


And she lit up and fireland was ablaze.

cigarette?

VI.B3.20: 'S Patrick's vision 1 All I ablaze' IISS 43: 'in prophetic vision he saw at first all Ireland ablaze, and afterwards only the mountains on fire; and at last saw lamps lit in the valleys"'




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FW 1.68d --first refusal and 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: "And spoke she to the dour: I want a cup of porter. But the dour handworded her: Shut. So she snapped up Tristopher and she ran, ran, ran." →
"And spoke she to the dour in petty perusienne: Why do I like a poss of porterpease. But the dour handworded her grace {in dootch nossow}: Shut. So her grace o'malice snapped up Tristopher and she rain, rain, rain."



And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne:

door
dour doorman?

Le Petit Parisien: popular daily journal (1876-1944)

1926

peruse
Peru
Persian


Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?

King Mark, Tristan's uncle

she gives him a number (and increments it with each visit)

obsolete wons: once
anagram: swan
wan = pale
Dublin slang: wans: girls (literally 'ones')

Why Do I Am Alook
why do I look
why do I like

ALP

phrase as like as two peas in a pod
a pot of porter, please
dialect poss: waterfall
German Possen: prank, trick
glass

Piesporter (wine)

Langland: Piers Plowman B.xx.296: 'Conscience... made pees porter to pynne the gates Of alle tale-tellers and tyterers in ydel' (obsolete pees: peace; obsolete pynne: pin; obsolete tyterers: tittlers; obsolete ydel: idle)

Conscience appoints Peace to be the porter at the gate, barring liars and gossips?

nursery rhyme 'Pease Porridge Hot': 'Pease porridge hot. Pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot, Nine days old. Spell me that without a P, And a clever scholar you will be' (T-H-A-T)


And that was how the skirtmisshes began.

skirmishes
skirts, misses


But the dour handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut!

E's answer

communicated with hand gestures
Dutch antwoordde: German antwortete: answered

Dutch Nassau (William of Orange-Nassau fought on Wellington's side at Waterloo)

not so

door remained shut

shit!


So her grace o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher

Grace O'Malley
O (A/O)

kidnapping
snapped up


and into the shandy westerness she rain, rain, rain.

shandy = beer and lemonade drink
Sterne: Tristram Shandy (Swift/Sterne)
Irish seanda: old

'Westernesse is a fictional kingdom in the Middle English romance of King Horn' [wiki]
West (Grace O'Malley was a princess of Connacht)
wilderness

ran




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FW 1.68e --Jarl's response rejected--

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: "And Sir Howther warlissed after her: Come back to my Earin. But the she sware at him: Unlikely." →
"And Sir Howther warlissed after her in his Finngallese: Stop deef stop. Come back to my Earin Stop. But she swareded in her to him: Unlikelyhood. And there was a brandnewwail {that same sabbaoth} somewhere in Erio."



And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall:

fdv "warlissed"

wirelessed
warless = pacifist?

Irish dubh-gall: dark foreigner (ie, Dane?) [fweet-5?]
dove's call
lovecall
gall = brazen-ness (not soft)


Stop deef stop come back to my earin stop.

telegraph message 

Dutch dief: thief
deaf

song Come Back to Erin


hearing

anachronism: Stop, Thief! was the odd title of a 1927 protest letter against Samuel Roth's pirating of Ulysses, published in Transition #1 where an early version of I.1 also appears, already with the 1926 phrase "stop deef" (so the causality was clearly FW→protest rather than the reverse)


But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud.

fdv: "sware" → "swareded"

Danish svarede: answered
did swear

unlikelihood
not likely!


And there was a brannewwail that same sabbaoth night

Danish branne: fire
brand new
wail
wall
Grannuaile: the Irish name of Grace O'Malley

new/same

Sabbath
Hebrew sabaoth: armies, hosts (NTRomans 1:1, NTHebrews 5:4)


of falling angles somewhere in Erio.

Angles = 4thC Germanic invaders of Britain
fallen angels
falling stars?

Erin
area?
in error??

why eriO?
this phrase will be echoed exactly below: "And there was a wild old grannewwail that altarsame laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio."

in Derry, o?

World War I letters headed 'somewhere in Flanders' ('somewhere in the Pacific'?)




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FW 1.68f --prankquean transforms hostage--

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 went for a hundred years and she washed the scabs off the jiminy and taught him his tickles"
"Then the prankwench went for a forty years walk and she washed the scabs blessings off the jiminy and she had her four {owlers} monitors for to taught him his tickles"


And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde

fdv: 100 years

?? Grace O'Malley was said to have sailed for forty years
she lived ~70 years

why "walk" not sail?

doubtful: French Tours du Monde en Quarante Jours: Tour of the World in Forty Days (?advertised in Paris before World War I) [rare]
cf Jules Verne's 1873 'Le tour du monde en quatre-vingts jours' (80 days)


and she washed the blessings of the lovespots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles

blesser = to wound (French)

Tristopher had blessings in the form of lovespots which she washes off

'Dermot of the Love Spot' had a magic mark on his forehead, which supposedly made him irresistible to maidens, including a different Grania

longshot: scabs/spots are a symptom of syphilis (sex/love disease)

not-washing as ascetic practice? (eg Stephen Dedalus?)

Swift: Gulliver's Travels (Swift/Sterne)
Sullivans (the 12)
sully = make dirty

soapbubbles, soapsuds (baby talk)
puddles, sudden, subtle


and she had her four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles

Saint Patrick was said to have served four masters

old
owlers: 18thC&c nighttime wool smugglers
owls

had them for to
'4 2'?

teach him (to laugh)
touch (sexually molest?)
German tauchen: to dip; to dive (eg in bathtub); Tauscher = deceiver

Tristopher must learn to laugh from the 4 masters?


and she convorted him to the onesure allgood

Latin convorto: I turn around
converted

PoA2 "that's one sure five"
PoA5 "Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not."

'the all-good' = spiritual cliche

everybody thinks their sect is the one sure all-good


and he became a luderman.

Latin ludere: to play
Irish ludramán: lazy idler, loafer
German Luder: minx, impudent young woman
longshot: Lutheran (very rare in Ireland)
alderman

how does washing off the blessings of the lovespots make him more likely laugh and play?




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FW 1.68g --return of prankquean--

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: "and brought him back to Sir Howther another night at another time." →
"and she was back came raining back through the westerness again in a brace of samers back to Sir Howther another night at another time. And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry."



So then she started to rain and to rain

run
weep?


and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's

Dermot
'Red Tom' was a bull's name


in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her

brace: a pair, two

same (new/same)
summers?
'samer' = Laplanders (Swedish)


in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.

"her" = prankquean

pinafore: a sleeveless overdress

lace pinafore

frond [fweet-10]

late

once upon a time... another time
fdv: "another night at another time"


And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry.

come = orgasm?

barroom/counter
tollgate = bar?

Henry II granted Dublin to the citizens of Bristol [map] (why not closer Liverpool?)

hostelry
chivalry, devilry, revelry, rivalry





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FW 1.68h --Jarl carrying on--

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: "And Sir Howther had his heels down in his cellarmalt and his little jiminy, Hilary and his dummy were on the watercloth, kissing & spitting." →
"And Sir Howther had his heels drowned in his cellarmalt shaking {warm} hands with himself and his little jimmy, Hilary and his dummy were on the tearsheet of the cashel, wringing & coughing in their first infancy."



And Jarl van Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt,

Bartholomew Vanhomrigh: father of Swift's Vanessa (why?)

bare feet (though bruised?)

bruised heels (cf kickaheeling above)
down at the heels

at birth, the 2ndborn twin Jacob was grasping Esau's heel [fweet-4]

soaking sore feet?

malt beer brewed in his own basement?

above: "had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse" (everything that was up, there, is now down)
burnt/drowned = fire/water

FW1 has "van" changing to "von" (A/O) 


shaking warm hands with himself,

VI.B16.107: 'Ʌ shakes hands with self' (John McCormack, His Own Life Story 65: of William Rathborne, a competitor in the Feis Ceol: 'I saw him take his left hand in his right and press it with congratulatory fervor... that act of Rathborne's of shaking hands with himself on his assumed victory struck me as a trifle previous')

the jiminy Hilary's victory clasp

above: "laying cold hands on himself"


and the jiminy Hilary and the dummy in their first infancy

FW1 has "jimminy" spelled twice with two m's
Penguin no cap: "hilary"

"the dummy" is clearly the infant Issy here

'la première enfance' and 'la seconde enfance' are French phrases distinguishing children younger than 2yo from older (but in English, 2nd infancy always refers metaphorically to senility)


were below on the tearsheet, wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher.

Shakespeare's play Henry IV, Part 2 has a prostitute named 'Doll Tearsheet' ...maybe implying torn bedsheets?
tear sheet = torn-out page with ad (cf Bloom's House-of-Keyes quest)

German ringen: to wrestle
wringing their hands? necks?

Brodar assassinated Brian Boru at the Battle of Clontarf, 1014 [fweet-3]

brother and sister
why HistHer? his-her? Esther?

above: "kickaheeling their dummy on the oilcloth flure"





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