Re: Joyce 111: Naked Women

jul 25, 2012

Re: Joyce 111: Naked Women

Stephen will never be a saint, for various reasons.

“And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the cor-
ner is elevating it. Dringdring! And two streets off another
locking it into a pyx. Dringadring! And in a ladychapel an-
other taking housel all to his own cheek. Dringdring! Down,
up, forward, back. Dan Occam thought of that, invincible
doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tick-
led his brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard
twine with his second bell the first bell in the transept (he
is lifting his) and, rising, heard (now I am lifting) their two
bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.
Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints.
You were awfully holy, weren’t you? You prayed to the
Blessed Virgin that you might not have a red nose. You
prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy
widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the
wet street. O si, certo! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags
pinned round a squaw. More tell me, more still!! On the top
of the Howth tram alone crying to the rain: Naked women!
naked women! What about that, eh?
What about what? What else were they invented for?
Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh?”

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Re: Joyce, Episode 110: Razors & Nonsense

jul 18, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 110: Razors & Nonsense

 Still on Sandymount Strand. “Dan” Occam, the invincible doctor. Imagined bells and twinned principles.

“And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the cor-
ner is elevating it. Dringdring! And two streets off another
locking it into a pyx. Dringadring! And in a ladychapel an-
other taking housel all to his own cheek. Dringdring! Down,
up, forward, back. Dan Occam thought of that, invincible
doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tick-
led his brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard
twine with his second bell the first bell in the transept (he
is lifting his) and, rising, heard (now I am lifting) their two
bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.

Re: Joyce 109: Menace and Echo

Jul 11, 2012

Re: Joyce 109: Menace and Echo

 Priests move through Stephen’s mind, in the sort of passage that got Joyce in trouble. Three bells mark three Eucharists.

” . . . A choir gives back menace and echo, assisting about the
altar’s horns, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly
in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat with the
fat of kidneys of wheat.

And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the cor-
ner is elevating it. Dringdring! And two streets off another
locking it into a pyx. Dringadring! And in a ladychapel an-
other taking housel all to his own cheek. Dringdring! Down,
up, forward, back. Dan Occam thought of that, invincible
doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tick-
led his brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard
twine with his second bell the first bell in the transept (he
is lifting his) and, rising, heard (now I am lifting) their two
bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.

Re: Joyce 108: Bald Heads and Lantern Jaws

jul 04, 2012

Re: Joyce 108: Bald Heads and Lantern Jaws

Stephen recalls friends and priests by nickname, and considers Jaochim Abbas, that old heretic

“. . . A hater of his kind ran from them to the
wood of madness, his mane foaming in the moon, his
eyeballs stars. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The oval
equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell,
Lanternjaws. Abbas father,— furious dean, what offence
laid fire to their brains? Paff! Descende, calve, ut ne amplius
decalveris. A garland of grey hair on his comminated head
see him me clambering down to the footpace (descende!),
clutching a monstrance, basiliskeyed. Get down, baldpoll!
. . .”