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Monday, September 8, 2014

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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Saturday, September 6, 2014

FW 1.68i --prankquean's second visit--

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 the prankwench said to the wicked. I want ?2 cupsa porterpeace. But the wicked handworded. Shut." →
"And the prankwench picked a paly one & made witter before the wicked. Why do I liking 2 poss of porterpeace. But the wicked handworded her grace. Shut. "


And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again

snipped
fdv "picked"

white rose: York

lit up a cigarette?


and redcocks flew flackering from the hillcombs.

VI.B14.104: 'red cock'
colloquial red cock: euphemism for arson
"redtom... redcocks"

flickering
German flackern: to flare, to flicker

VI.B3.20: '2 hilltops'

cock's comb (of rooster or jester)




And she made her witter before the wicked, saying:

made water = peed

dialect witter: mark, sign
German Gewitter: storm
whiter
wetter

wicket
obsolete wicket: female pudendum

below "the wicked" is a person


Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease?

Mark Twain
obsolete twy: twice

WhyDoIAmAlook

a al al p pp

two pots of porter, please


And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her madesty.

shit!

German antworten: Dutch antwoorden: to answer
handwork, handiwork

majesty
modesty
maid, handmaid




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FW 1.68k --second 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: "Then the prankwench put down Tristopher & picked up Hilary and she ran, ran, ran. And Sir Howther bleethered atter her: Come back with my Earing. But she swareadid to him: Am liking it." →
"Then her grace o'malice put down Tristopher & picked up with Hilary and she rain, rain, rain. And Sir Howther bleethered atter her: Stop Deef Damd stop Come back with my Earing. Stop. But she swareadid to him: Am liking it."



So her madesty a'forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy

kidnapping

legalese malice aforethought: premeditated intention that leads to a crime

A (A/O)

Faber: "aforethought"
FW1 "a forethought"
Penguin: "a 'forethought"

switching twins (cf II.2 midpoint?)


and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain.

Lilith: Adam's wife before Eve, in kabbalistic lore
Lilliput: a land of tiny people in Swift's Gulliver's Travels
path
to lead someone down the garden path = to deceive
lilypad

woe
woman's
no man's land

ran


And Jarl van Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale:

bleated
blathered (or blethered)
why bleEthered? bleed?

Danish atter: again, once more
after

Irish Fine Gaedhil: tribe of the Irish
Irish fionn-gall: fair foreigner (i.e. Norwegian) 
Fingal (name for Finn in Ossian)
loud, fine gale


Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop.

dumb
why dOmb?

hearing
fdv "Earing" why cap, single r?
Ealing? [wiki]


But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it.

Danish svarede: answered
did swear

she's enjoying the game




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FW 1.68l --prankquean changes Hilary--

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 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 into in him & she had her four {larksical} monitrix to taught him his tears"


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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FW 1.68m --prankquean's third visit--

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 she went for another hundred years walk & brought back to Sir Howther." →
"& then she went with her Larryhill for another hundred years walk & in a pair of  changes she was back to Sir Howther. And why did she halt at all but by the ward of his mansionhouse [another time for the third charm] {a third time for the charm}."



So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers,

running

change (new/same)
money-changers (eg in temple)
Yeats used 'shape-changers'


be dom ter, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's

be damned to her
Dermot
German verdammter: damned
Latin ter: three times, thrice


and the Larryhill with her under her abromette.

Charles Lever: song Larry McHale (the words 'His mother descended from great Grana Uaile' appear in the lyrics)

Hilary (reversed) 
hill = stone

apron
Abraham?
Italian: 'impromette' = to threaten (rain)


And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome

FDV: "And why did she halt at all but by the ward of his mansionhouse"

why "ward"?

Mansion House, Dublin (the Lord-Mayor's residence, west of Natl Library, near where Bloom helps the stripling)



of another nice lace for the third charm?

night

late 

third time 

phrase third time's a charm




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FW 1.68n --Jarl carrying on again--

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 ?hand up to his pantrybox and his little jiminy Tristopher & the dummy were belord on the tarssheet, kissing & spitting." →
"Sir Howther had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox and his little jimmy Toughertrees & the dummy were belord on the watercloth, kissing & spitting & roguing & poghing in their second infancy."



And Jarl van Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox,


sentrybox


ruminating in his holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!),

cows ruminate and have four stomachs

Italian dare: to give
Irish dair: oak
AdearAdear


and the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the watercloth,

Tristopher (reversed)

tree (tree/stone)

below, above
in love

FDV: "tarssheet"


kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing,

making love

AngloIrish pogue: kiss

poking


like knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy.

VI.B19.40: 'knavepaltry'

paltry knave and naïve bride

Irish Naomh Pádraig: Saint Patrick

Irish Naomh Brighid: Saint Brigid (also known as Saint Bride)

senility
older than 2yo



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FW 1.68o --prankquean's third visit--

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 the prankswench said to the gate: Why am I like 3 ?cupss porterpease. And Sir Howther came out of the gate as far as he could. And this was the first peace of porter." →
"And the prankswench she picked a plank made her wittest in front of the Archway {Arkway} of Triumph & asked: Why do I like 3 poss porterpease"



And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out

IM: song The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni: 'The valley lay smiling before me' [♬ the valleys lay twinkling] poem

French blanc: white (rose, wine)
FDV: "plank"?


and the valleys lay twinkling.

VI.B3.20 (April 1923): 'S Patrick's vision 1 All I[reland] ablaze 2 hilltops
3 lights in valley'


And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking:

urinated

wit-witter-wittest
whitest
wettest

French arc de triomphe: triumphal arch

Humphrey
three humps?
rare freak

Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of porterpease?

Tristan
obsolete thris: thrice 

WhyDoIAmAlook 

al p

three pots of porter, please


But that was how the skirtmisshes endupped.

skirt misses ended up
skirts up
skirmishes ended
upended



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FW 1.68p --Jarl surrenders--

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 came out of the gate as far {long} as he could." →
"And Sir Howther came hip hip handicap out through his arkway {of his 3 cashels}"



For, like the campbells acoming with a forklance of lightning,

song The Campbells Are Coming [♬ the campbells acoming]

forked


Jarl van Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames,

Mark 3:17: 'And James the son of Zebedee, and John the brother of James; and he surnamed them Boanerges, which is, The sons of thunder'

Brian Boru was called 'The Terror of the Danes'


came hip hop handihap out

rabbits go hip hop or hippety hop (cliche)
(cf Belloc's Tarantella?)

handicap


through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles

open turnpike
three castles on the Dublin coat of arms

shuttered
shut
Isthmus of Sutton, joining Howth and the mainland




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FW1.68q --Jarl's costume--

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: "yellow green blue red orange violet in his allbuffshirt like a redwary orangeman in his violet indigonation {by the whole length of the strength of his bowman's bill}." →
"yellow green blue red orange violet in his broadginger his civic chollar & allbuffshirt like a redyellan orangeman in his violet indigonation to the whole longth of the strongth of his bowman's bill."



in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar

7 items of clothing

Brobdingnag: a land of giant people in Swift's Gulliver's Travels
gingerbread

civic crown: a garland of oak leaves and acorns, bestowed in Roman times upon one that had saved the life of a fellow-citizen in war

collar
choler: bile, anger


and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves

FDV: "allbuffshirt"
all-but
in the buff = naked
buff = yellow-brown color

German Hemd: Dutch hemd: shirt

Balbriggan, County Dublin: the site of unsuccessful cotton industry in the 18thC

socks and gloves

Anglo-Saxon
foxglove?


and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair

Ragnar Lodbrok, Viking chief, was said to have had snakeproof pants

Dialect breeks: breeches, trousers

catgut: dried sheep intestines (used for the strings of musical instruments)
Kattegat: sea between Denmark and Sweden

bandoleer: a type of shoulder-belt with loops for holding musket-cartridges


and his furframed panuncular cumbottes

far-famed
framed with fur

The Peninsular War
Latin panuncula = 'the thread wound upon the bobbin in a shuttle'

Roman loom?
combats
gumboots (i.e. Wellingtons)
French bottes: boots


like a rudd yellan gruebleen orangeman in his violet indigonation,

7 colors of rainbow

ruddy
rudd: a kind of fish, also known as the red-eye 
rude yelling

yella: (Anglo-Irish) yellow; Orange, Loyalist, Unionist

blue-green (spoonerism)
grüblend: (German) worried

Orangeman: a member of the secret Association of Orangemen, a society for the maintenance of Protestant ascendancy in Ireland

violent indignation


to the whole longth of the strongth of his bowman's bill.

length

strength

Strongbow: leader of the Anglo-Normans who invaded Ireland in the 12thC
Odysseus is recognized when he alone has the strength to string his own bow

Isa Bowman: friend of Lewis Carroll

bill of cap
workman's bill for job

bill
(would archers really ever carry bills, too?)



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