Monday, November 1, 2021

Part 1, Grand is no name for it - What did you say that for? *****9

Buck is finishing up his praise of Gaelic to the milk lady,

Haines asked for the bill and buck to "pay up and look pleasant" assuming still in Gaelic. I find it incredibly rude to speak Alilingve in situations like this. I suppose their are some ins-and-outs to it. But in this case they do it just to exclude the milk lady. So far, I cast 100% of my allegiance to the milk lady, maybe this book should ditch these jerks and follow her and her adventures.

Moving on...

    Milk lady squares the tab "Well, it's seven mornings a pint at twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence, and one and one is two, sir."
    Generally, I find willful ignorance a sin and a crime, but I still intend to make a hard line exception to raking out the insanity of old English money. I won't do it.

    Buck digs in to pocket, making a show of it, and gives her a floring, Whatever a floring is, it's twopence less than he owes. What a jerk, She doesn't seem to mind though "Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. "Time enough. Good morning, sir." and leaves the scene

Buck, being cute, sings to the milk lady as she leaves 
Heart of my heart were it more, 
More would be laid at your feet.

    This quote comes from a poem called The Oblation buy an conflicted named poet name Algernon Charles Swinburne. The poem reads:

Ask nothing more of me, sweet;
    All I can give you I give.
        Heart of my heart, were it more,
More would be laid at your feet—
    Love that should help you to live,
        Song that should spur you to soar.

All things were nothing to give,
    Once to have sense of you more,
        Touch you and taste of you, sweet,
Think you and breathe you and live,
    Swept of your wings as they soar,
        Trodden by chance of your feet.

I that have love and no more
    Give you but love of you, sweet.
        He that hath more, let him give;
He that hath wings, let him soar;
    Mine is the heart at your feet
        Here, that must love you to live.

Poetry is a big bag of biscuits that I hope to one day figure out. That being said, there are a few things that stick out to me right away, Each line is like pattern of steps. Why? I, over the years, hav e learned that the main difference between beginners and experts, the latter chooses to do the things that the former wouldn't have known well enough not to do.  The second thing is its a love poem. Probably a love poem with a sad secret meaning you would need a college degree to figure out. 
    Ohhh!!! Do you want to know a trick? If your are confused by something, and it has a title, look it up! Turns out an Oblation is just a sacrifice. So the narrator giving it up for his god? Maybe the narrator,  is looking at the person he loves as a god? How about this?  There have got to be plenty of love poems out there that promises to give out hearts and stuff for love, but why did J.J,/Buck Mullagan choose this one, with this title? Are we giving this milk lady the status of a god, after we spent the last page calling her a witch? 
    James Joyce is dead and he cant give us the answer. Does he even have the right to give us answer? He gave up ownership when he released it into our big, wet, universe ball, and its now up to us to decide how to read it and what to pick from it.

    Buck mulligan bosses Stephen around, tells him to change clothes and go get some money so they can drink. "Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland expects that every man this day will do his duty"

    That reminds Haines that he needs to visit the National Library, He say's "Your national library"
    I am beginning to think that Haines is not Irish.

    Buck wants to swim first, and makes a rude remark about only washing once a month. Maybe he was actually telling a fact. Look out though, Stephen comes back with a chilly "All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream"

Buuuuurn..

    Honestly, what does he mean by that? Well first off, have you ever studied up on the Gulf Stream. I always thought, that is to say, within the last 10 minutes, I thought gulf streams were something that oceans did, as in "Holy crap, that ocean just gulf streamed all over my new shoes! Damn, this place has really gone downhill since Jimmy Carter took over"

    So, the Gulf Stream hooks up with his midnight lady, the North Atlantic Drift, and together they start at the Gulf of Mexico, getting it good and hot. After that, they roll around to all of Florida and make their way up the east coast to whereabouts or Newfoundland, (Canada, not Kentucky). That's is where they elope across the Atlantic, and change their names to the North Atlantic Current. You know, for a fresh start.  
    I think, technically by the time this party gets to Ireland, it is already considered The North Atlantic current. but who really cares? It does make western Ireland a bit warmer than the east though. 
    I'm not picking up what makes this such a clever statement from Stephen though, I doesn't matter because it impressed the socks off of Haines though, Same fella going on about panthers and such.
    He tells Kinch that he intends on making a Stephen Dedalus Quotations books, a high honor in my opinion,

Stephen's first thought is whether he would see any money out of it. A little insulting, I guess, kinda depends on the manner in which you say it. You gotta read the room.
    Haines laughs it off, grabs his soft grey cap and leaves,

    Buck read the insult, and begins to give Kinch a few well chosen words as I go to the next page.

Glossary

Stoney  -  "Stoney Broke" British slang for being penniless. Us North Americans, (Canada and US) say "stone broke" but not too often these days. Now we just say we are broke.

Junket - To go on a fancy trip at the public's expense.

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Other things

Algernon Charles Swinburne - He was born on April 5 1837, and died only five days after is birthday 1909.  He was an English Poet, Playwright, novelist and critic. Dude was a rebel,  writing about lesbians, cannibals, sado-masochism, and anti-theism