Friday, March 25, 2016
Printed matter
10: "tasseled dancecards" ephemera
13: "— That's folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five lines of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind." planned
(no printed matter in Tower?)
24: "— Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the gorescarred book."
25: "A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel."
26: "the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he had read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow a delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. "
26: "His hand turned the page over."
26: "They bundled their books away, pencils clacking, pages rustling."
33: "— I want that to be printed and read, Mr Deasy said."
40: "Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas."
41: "Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? I was young. You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one saw: tell no-one. Books you were going to write with letters for titles. Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful. O yes, W. Remember your epiphanies on green oval leaves, deeeply deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once..."
41: "About the nature of women he read in Michelet. But he must send me La Vie de Jésus by M. Léo Taxil."
42: "Yes, used to carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for murder somewhere." ephemera
42: "Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge"
43: "Maud Gonne, beautiful woman, La Patrie, M. Millevoye, Félix Faure" abstract
48: "The virgin at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you were going to write."
55: " Kind of stuff you read: in the track of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself. What Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the Freeman leader: a homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank of Ireland."
57: "He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets. The model farm at Kinnereth on the lakeshore of Tiberias."
61: "The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the orangekeyed chamberpot."
62: "He turned over the smudged pages. Ruby: the Pride of the Ring."
62: "Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my guarantor."
65: "In the table drawer he found an old number of Titbits."
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Running
10 "Stephen, still trembling at his soul's cry, heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words."
19: "He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running forward to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:"
36: "Running after me. No more letters, I hope."
40: "A hater of his kind ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the moon, his eyeballs stars. "
45: "A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand... He is running back to them.... The dog's bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back."
45: "Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf. ... Then from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my people, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. "
46: "The dog yelped running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning."
54: "Gurrhr! she cried, running to lap."
56: "Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the cattle market to the quays value would go up like a shot."
59: "Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley Road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the brightening footpath. Runs, she runs to meet me, a girl with gold hair on the wind."
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Tobacco
The tobacco motif recurs a little heavyhandedly in the Lotus-eaters
episode (considering Bloom doesn't smoke), along with tea, as popular
Dublin-1904 narcotics. Thruout the book, it's asked for and given as a
token of community.
In episode 1, Haines shares his cigarettes and lighter with Stephen
"Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it. -- Thank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette. Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the shell of his hands... Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke... Haines sat down on a stone, smoking." (1.)
Episode 2 significantly omits references to tobacco. In episode 3, SD remembers Kevin Egan rolling his own
"Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his white... The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Loose tobacco shreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner." (3.)
"Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged smoking a coiled pipe." (4.)
Lotus-eaters:
"By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. Tell him if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of roses."
"Curious the life of drifting cabbies: all weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Voglio e non. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Sociable."
"Cigar has a cooling effect. Narcotic."
"Mat Dillon's long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl, cigars, the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really." (6.)
"-- Seems to be, J.J. O'Molloy said, taking out a cigarette case in murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it seems. Who has the most matches? THE CALUMET OF PEACE He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J.J. O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it. -- Thanky vous, Lenehan said, helping himself... He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him with quick grace, said: -- Silence for my brandnew riddle! ...-- My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false construction on my words... Pause. J.J. O'Molloy took out his cigarette case. False lull. Something quite ordinary. Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar... Stephen... took a cigarette from the case. J.J. O'Molloy offered his case to Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying: -- Muchibus thankibus... -- No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, waving the cigarette case aside... His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our crooked smokes." (7.)
"Smells of men. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment." (8.)
(Scylla, nothing)
"Father Conmee saw a turfbarge, a towhorse with pendent head, a bargeman with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above him. It was idyllic... Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips... One of them mots that do be in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out." (10.)
"Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes... Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe... He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's, into the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute... Mr Dedalus, famous fighter, laid by his dry filled pipe... -- The tuner was in today, Miss Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking concert... Wise Bloom eyed on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all... Where's my pipe, by the way? He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe... Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand... Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys... Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a call from afar, replying... -- Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning, with fetched pipe..." (11.)
Bloom accepts a free cigar in Cyclops:
"So they started arguing about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake. -- Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe... And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face... Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar." (12.)
"But he was undeniably handsome... and also the nice perfume of those good cigarettes... O, and will you ever forget the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and the burned cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette... so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it." (13.)
"the head of the firm, seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in the paternal ingle... And Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for you..." (14.)
"(Gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted doorways, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes. The odour of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in slow round ovalling wreaths.) THE WREATHS Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin... The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, smoking a pungent Henry Clay... ZOE... Have you a swaggerroot? BLOOM... Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then. Childish device. (Lewdly.) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed. ZOE Go on. Make a stump speech out of it. BLOOM... Sir Walter Raleigh brought from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will, understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the food... Bloom's bodyguard distribute... expensive Henry Clay cigars... BLOOM (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the band... ZOE Who has a fag as I'm here? LYNCH (Tossing a cigarette on to the table.) Here. ZOE (Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits... Henry Flower... carries... a longstemmed bamboo Jacob's pipe, its clay bowl fashioned as a female head... BELLO... And suck my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette... (Squats with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg... He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear.) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray? ...(He thrusts out a figged fist and foul cigar.) Here, kiss that. Both. Kiss... STEPHEN... Cigarette, please. (Lynch tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table... A cigarette appears on the table. Stephen looks at it.) Wonder. Parlour magic. Married. Hm. (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) LYNCH (Watching him.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer... (The cigarette slips from Stephen's fingers. Bloom picks it up and throws it in the grate.) BLOOM Don't smoke." (15.)
"...it wouldn't occasion me the least surprise to learn that a pinch of tobacco or some narcotic was put in your drink for some ulterior object... there was Colonel Everard down there in Navan growing tobacco" (16.)
"...pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in a cool dairy shop or warm cigar divan... an emerald ashtray containing four consumed matches, a partly consumed cigarette and two discoloured ends of cigarettes... Soll und Haben by Gustav Freytag (black boards, Gothic characters, cigarette coupon bookmark at p.24)... a pair of outsize ladies' drawers of India mull, cut on generous lines, redolent of opoponax, jessamine and Muratti's Turkish cigarettes" (17.)
"I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a man... lighting their pipes for them everytime they went out... smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off her dress... we can have music and cigarettes" (18.)
In episode 1, Haines shares his cigarettes and lighter with Stephen
"Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it. -- Thank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette. Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the shell of his hands... Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke... Haines sat down on a stone, smoking." (1.)
Episode 2 significantly omits references to tobacco. In episode 3, SD remembers Kevin Egan rolling his own
"Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his white... The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Loose tobacco shreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner." (3.)
"Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged smoking a coiled pipe." (4.)
Lotus-eaters:
"By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. Tell him if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of roses."
"Curious the life of drifting cabbies: all weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Voglio e non. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Sociable."
"Cigar has a cooling effect. Narcotic."
"Mat Dillon's long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl, cigars, the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really." (6.)
"-- Seems to be, J.J. O'Molloy said, taking out a cigarette case in murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it seems. Who has the most matches? THE CALUMET OF PEACE He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J.J. O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it. -- Thanky vous, Lenehan said, helping himself... He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him with quick grace, said: -- Silence for my brandnew riddle! ...-- My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false construction on my words... Pause. J.J. O'Molloy took out his cigarette case. False lull. Something quite ordinary. Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar... Stephen... took a cigarette from the case. J.J. O'Molloy offered his case to Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying: -- Muchibus thankibus... -- No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, waving the cigarette case aside... His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our crooked smokes." (7.)
"Smells of men. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment." (8.)
(Scylla, nothing)
"Father Conmee saw a turfbarge, a towhorse with pendent head, a bargeman with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above him. It was idyllic... Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips... One of them mots that do be in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out." (10.)
"Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes... Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe... He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's, into the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute... Mr Dedalus, famous fighter, laid by his dry filled pipe... -- The tuner was in today, Miss Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking concert... Wise Bloom eyed on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all... Where's my pipe, by the way? He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe... Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand... Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys... Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a call from afar, replying... -- Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning, with fetched pipe..." (11.)
Bloom accepts a free cigar in Cyclops:
"So they started arguing about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake. -- Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe... And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face... Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar." (12.)
"But he was undeniably handsome... and also the nice perfume of those good cigarettes... O, and will you ever forget the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and the burned cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette... so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it." (13.)
"the head of the firm, seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in the paternal ingle... And Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for you..." (14.)
"(Gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted doorways, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes. The odour of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in slow round ovalling wreaths.) THE WREATHS Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin... The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, smoking a pungent Henry Clay... ZOE... Have you a swaggerroot? BLOOM... Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then. Childish device. (Lewdly.) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed. ZOE Go on. Make a stump speech out of it. BLOOM... Sir Walter Raleigh brought from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will, understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the food... Bloom's bodyguard distribute... expensive Henry Clay cigars... BLOOM (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the band... ZOE Who has a fag as I'm here? LYNCH (Tossing a cigarette on to the table.) Here. ZOE (Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits... Henry Flower... carries... a longstemmed bamboo Jacob's pipe, its clay bowl fashioned as a female head... BELLO... And suck my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette... (Squats with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg... He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear.) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray? ...(He thrusts out a figged fist and foul cigar.) Here, kiss that. Both. Kiss... STEPHEN... Cigarette, please. (Lynch tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table... A cigarette appears on the table. Stephen looks at it.) Wonder. Parlour magic. Married. Hm. (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) LYNCH (Watching him.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer... (The cigarette slips from Stephen's fingers. Bloom picks it up and throws it in the grate.) BLOOM Don't smoke." (15.)
"...it wouldn't occasion me the least surprise to learn that a pinch of tobacco or some narcotic was put in your drink for some ulterior object... there was Colonel Everard down there in Navan growing tobacco" (16.)
"...pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in a cool dairy shop or warm cigar divan... an emerald ashtray containing four consumed matches, a partly consumed cigarette and two discoloured ends of cigarettes... Soll und Haben by Gustav Freytag (black boards, Gothic characters, cigarette coupon bookmark at p.24)... a pair of outsize ladies' drawers of India mull, cut on generous lines, redolent of opoponax, jessamine and Muratti's Turkish cigarettes" (17.)
"I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a man... lighting their pipes for them everytime they went out... smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off her dress... we can have music and cigarettes" (18.)
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Horses
'horse' = 118
581: "See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw."
589: "But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays Röngten did, or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was before his time, Galileo was the man, I mean, the same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God."
594: "the noise of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse of the cabrank. A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled."
600: "And then the usual dénouement after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got landed into hot water and had to be spirited away by a few friends, after a strong hint to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so as not to be made amenable under section two of the Criminal Law Amendment Act"
601: "Ascot meeting, the Gold Cup. Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. Marshall's dark horse, Sir Hugo, captured the blue ribband at long odds."
603: "While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three, his side. Value 1,000 sovs., with 3,000 sovs. in specie added. For entire colts and fillies. Mr F. Alexander's Throwaway, b. h. by Rightaway— Thrale 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbs, (W. Lane) 1. Lord Howard de Walden's Zinfandel (M. Cannon) 2. Mr W. Bass's Sceptre, 3. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off). Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order. It was anybody's race then the rank outsider drew to the fore got long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden's chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a 2 1/2 mile course. Winner trained by Braime so that Lenehan's version of the business was all pure buncombe. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. 1,000 sovs. with 3,000 in specie. Also ran J. de Bremond's (French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in yet but expected any minute) Maximum II."
615-618
647: "Furthermore, silly Milly, she dreamed of having had an unspoken unremembered conversation with a horse whose name had been Joseph to whom (which) she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which it (he) had appeared to have accepted (cf. hearthdreaming cat)."
683: "a farmer at the Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show"
693: "he had a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know me in the box "
"one thing I didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall though I laughed Im not a horse or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking of his father"
"another time it was my muddy boots hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find but of course hes not natural like the rest of the world"
"or the lancers O the lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that won Tugela his father made his money over selling the horses for the cavalry"
707: "sure the women were as bad in their nice white mantillas ripping all the whole insides out of those poor horses I never heard of such a thing in all my life"
"wed have him examining all the horses toenails first like he does with the letters"
"if they saw a real officers funeral thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse walking behind in black"
728: "when do you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses"
581: "See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw."
589: "But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays Röngten did, or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was before his time, Galileo was the man, I mean, the same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God."
594: "the noise of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse of the cabrank. A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled."
600: "And then the usual dénouement after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got landed into hot water and had to be spirited away by a few friends, after a strong hint to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so as not to be made amenable under section two of the Criminal Law Amendment Act"
601: "Ascot meeting, the Gold Cup. Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. Marshall's dark horse, Sir Hugo, captured the blue ribband at long odds."
603: "While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three, his side. Value 1,000 sovs., with 3,000 sovs. in specie added. For entire colts and fillies. Mr F. Alexander's Throwaway, b. h. by Rightaway— Thrale 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbs, (W. Lane) 1. Lord Howard de Walden's Zinfandel (M. Cannon) 2. Mr W. Bass's Sceptre, 3. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off). Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order. It was anybody's race then the rank outsider drew to the fore got long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden's chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a 2 1/2 mile course. Winner trained by Braime so that Lenehan's version of the business was all pure buncombe. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. 1,000 sovs. with 3,000 in specie. Also ran J. de Bremond's (French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in yet but expected any minute) Maximum II."
615-618
647: "Furthermore, silly Milly, she dreamed of having had an unspoken unremembered conversation with a horse whose name had been Joseph to whom (which) she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which it (he) had appeared to have accepted (cf. hearthdreaming cat)."
683: "a farmer at the Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show"
693: "he had a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know me in the box "
"one thing I didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall though I laughed Im not a horse or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking of his father"
"another time it was my muddy boots hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find but of course hes not natural like the rest of the world"
"or the lancers O the lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that won Tugela his father made his money over selling the horses for the cavalry"
707: "sure the women were as bad in their nice white mantillas ripping all the whole insides out of those poor horses I never heard of such a thing in all my life"
"wed have him examining all the horses toenails first like he does with the letters"
"if they saw a real officers funeral thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse walking behind in black"
728: "when do you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses"
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Catholic Mass
[wiki]
Before Mass: Asperges (Sprinkling with holy water)
Mass of the Catechumens
Prayers at the foot of the altar
3: "— Introibo ad altare Dei."
Sign of the cross
Priest at the altar
Dominus vobiscum ("The Lord be with you") before the Collect.
In the Tridentine Mass the priest should keep his eyes downcast at this point.
Introit
Kyrie
Gloria in excelsis Deo
The Collect
Instruction
Epistle
Gospel
Sermon
Creed
Mass of the Faithful
Offertory
Offertory Verse
Offering of Bread and Wine
Incensing of the offerings and of the faithful
Washing the hands
Prayer to the Most Holy Trinity
Orate fratres, Suscipiat and Secret; Amen concludes Offertory
Consecration
3: "— For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns."
Preface of the Canon
Canon or rule of consecration[56]
Intercession
Prayers preparatory to the consecration
Consecration (transubstantiation) and major elevation
Elevation of the chalice during the Canon of the Mass at a Solemn Mass
Oblation of the victim to God
Remembrance of the Dead
End of the Canon and doxology with minor elevation
Elevation candle
Communion
Lord's Prayer and Libera nos
Fraction of the Host
Agnus Dei
The Pax
Prayers preparatory to the Communion
Receiving of the Body and Blood of our Lord
Priest on the "Ecce Agnus Dei - Behold the Lamb of God" in the people communion.
Conclusion
"Ite, missa est" sung by the deacon at a Solemn Mass.
Prayers during the Ablutions
Communion Antiphon and Postcommunion
Ite Missa est; Blessing
The Last Gospel
Before Mass: Asperges (Sprinkling with holy water)
Mass of the Catechumens
Prayers at the foot of the altar
3: "— Introibo ad altare Dei."
Sign of the cross
Priest at the altar
Dominus vobiscum ("The Lord be with you") before the Collect.
In the Tridentine Mass the priest should keep his eyes downcast at this point.
Introit
Kyrie
Gloria in excelsis Deo
The Collect
Instruction
Epistle
Gospel
Sermon
Creed
Mass of the Faithful
Offertory
Offertory Verse
Offering of Bread and Wine
Incensing of the offerings and of the faithful
Washing the hands
Prayer to the Most Holy Trinity
Orate fratres, Suscipiat and Secret; Amen concludes Offertory
Consecration
3: "— For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns."
Preface of the Canon
Canon or rule of consecration[56]
Intercession
Prayers preparatory to the consecration
Consecration (transubstantiation) and major elevation
Elevation of the chalice during the Canon of the Mass at a Solemn Mass
Oblation of the victim to God
Remembrance of the Dead
End of the Canon and doxology with minor elevation
Elevation candle
Communion
Lord's Prayer and Libera nos
Fraction of the Host
Agnus Dei
The Pax
Prayers preparatory to the Communion
Receiving of the Body and Blood of our Lord
Priest on the "Ecce Agnus Dei - Behold the Lamb of God" in the people communion.
Conclusion
"Ite, missa est" sung by the deacon at a Solemn Mass.
Prayers during the Ablutions
Communion Antiphon and Postcommunion
Ite Missa est; Blessing
The Last Gospel
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