p. 41
"to the thrummings of a crewth fiddle which, cremoaning and cronauning, levey grevey, witty and wevey, appy, leppy and playable, caresses the ears of the subjects of King Saint Finnerty the Festive..."
These lines made me happy, and kind of reminded me of someone playing the fiddle.
p. 42
"(who saith of noun?)"
Once again, I took this as a philosophical statement. Who says what a noun is? Or, Who says what an object, person, or thing "is"?
"his lay of the vilest bogeyer but most attractionable avatar the world has ever had to explain for."
This is a story I want to hear, the one about the most evil being, who is also the most attractive.
p. 43 (nothin')
p. 44
"Ardite, arditi! Music cue."
I like how this jumps into a song, and I also discovered the meaning of one word, Ardite, which is "with fire" in Latin. So the song needs to be sung with a lot of intensity.
p. 45
Here we go!
"...penal jail of Mountjoy..."
Sounds like a really fun place to go.
"immaculate contraceptives"
Hehe.
"And religious refore, Hideous in form."
This just made me think of the Protestant Reformation. Good times.
p. 46
"Saw his black and tan man-o'-war. (Chorus) Saw his man-o'-war. On the harbour bar."
For some reason, my mind went to dirty places when I read this. I guess I'm just perverse.
p. 47
"For to go and shove himself that way on top of her..."
Wait, nope, I may not have been that far off before.
"That's able to raise a Cain."
I really like this line, really open to interpretation. Maybe it's referring to the rarity that humans are raised from the dead, or maybe it's just really hard to resurrect someone who's killed his brother.
p. 48
"Of the persins sin this Eyrawyggla saga (which, thorough readable to int from and, is from tubb to buttom all falsetissues, antilibellous and nonactionable and this applies to its whole wholume)"
Once again, Joyce is being self-referential, and one of the things (I think) he's saying is that though you can read this book from beginning to end, don't expect for it to make sense as a work in its entirety.
p. 49
"as had the brief thot but fell in till his head like a bass dropt neck fust in till a bung crate (cogged!)"
Double reference, I think, to a bung (something used to plug a container) and scatology.
p. 50
"tabularasing his obliteration"
This statement is pretty good, referring to Tabula rasa, the idea that we fill our "obliterated" minds with information and experience, rather than it being inborn.
p. 51 (nothin')
p. 52
"a bit duskish and lavored with a smile"
This is some wonderful descriptive language.
p. 53
"Irish visavis"
An Irish face-to-face, if I translate properly. Now what is that?
"Chee chee cheers for Upkingbilly"
Three cheers, and the word is repeated three times.
p. 54
"Any dog's life you list you may still hear them at it, like sixes and seventies at eversure as Halley's comet, ulemamen, sobranjewomen, storthingboys and dumbgirls, as they pass its bleak and bronze portal of your Casaconcordia"
I equated this to humans howling their way through life, until they find their "house of harmony". Casa = house, concordia = harmony.
p. 55
"indeedust...Life, he himself...kills him verysoon, if yet not after"
Loved the meaning I interpreted from these lines: Life kills you sooner, if not later.
p. 56 (nothin')
p. 57
"Before he fell hill he filled heaven"
Is this a reference to Lucifer, filling heaven before his is cast down?
"Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude."
My new favorite line. We believe we posses the "facts", but there's way to few of them to warrant how certain we all are about everything.
p. 58 (nothin')
p. 59 (zip)
p. 60
"That perpendicular person is a brut! But a magnificent brut! 'Caligula'"
This line is just packed, Alliteration, Shakespeare references, and Caligula.
Phew..
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