(Do you know the proudest word you will ever hear from and Englishman's mount?)
*Last chance edit. All of this is pretty disjointed. The basic gist is, Mr Deasy, Stephen's boss, gives Stephen his pay. Then spends his time bragging about his money, his love of England, and his incorrect recollections of past historical events.*
We continue with the exchange between Deasy and Dedalus.
Stephen looks at his boss, letting the sea shells form another connection between Deasy and and his earlier conversation with Haines.
The seas' ruler. His seacold eyes looked on at the empty bay: it seems history is to blame: on me and my words unhating.
The seas' ruler.
My mind went several places, and honestly I'm not sure what we're talking about.
His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay: it seems history is to blame:
cf.:
"I quite understand that, he said calmly. An Irishman must think like that, I daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather unfairly, It seems history is to blame." (****12)
His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay:
Mr Deasy's seacold eyes looked on the empty bay:
"That on his empire," Stephen said, "the sun never sets.
"Ba!"Mr Deasy cried. "That's not English. A French Celt said that. He tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail."
I do not know what he is talking about. That saying has been said about all big empires.
This guy talks too much.
Apparently, the proud words of an Englishman is, "I paid my way"
Deasy is bragging about his superior skills of money management, especially in comparison to Stephen.
"I paid my way, I never borrowed a shilling in my life."
Pay attention to people that talk in absolutes, they are usually lying.
Stephen makes a mental tally of everything he owes:
Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one pair brogues, ties. Curran, Ten guineas. McCann, one guinea. Fred Ryan, two shillings. Temple, two lunches. Russell, one guinea, Counsins, ten shillings, Bob Reynolds, half a guinea, Koehler, three guineas, Mrs Mackernan, five weeks' board. The lump I have is useless.
Deasy, changes topics as he regards a picture of a man, named Albert Edward, prince of Wales.
I remember being a kid and learning about the death of Princess Diana of Wales. I had very little knowledge of international geography, and always carried an amusing mental picture of Diana, being a pretty Ursula(*****3) type of lady, spending her days swimming with whales.
Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at the shapely bulk of a man in tarten filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of Wales
Nice power move on Dedalus' part. Not referring to him as Kind Edward. the king of England, which he was at that time, but still as a prince of Wales.
Deasy offers some perspective. Things were different when he was coming up
"You think of me an old fogey and an old Tory," his thoughtful voice said. "I saw three generations since O'Connell's time. I remember the famine in '46. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O'Connell did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things.
his thoughtful voice said. "I saw three generations since O'Connell's time.
*Last chance edit, although the old dude is mistaken by some facts, it seems to me that J.J. is letting up a bit, and looking at Deasy, with a little empathy.*
"I remember the famine in '46"
The Irish Potato Famine
Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O'Connell did.
Wow, Irish history is complicated. Let's see, O'Connell did the Catholic emancipation in 1829. Twenty years before that would, of course, be 1809. What happened in 1809? Well, the best I can figure out, having to do with the Emancipation, is the formation of the Society of United Irishmen in 1791. These guys, it seems, are the ones who first got the ball rolling with that whole thing by the time the Orange Order had been established in 1795, and by then they had become a group to be taken seriously. Of course, the Man intends on staying the Man, so the government put some weight behind the Orange Order to maintain confusion and distrust. Kind of like our Rusican thing we got going on. I honestly don't know how the Orange Lodges had any kind of positive influence on the "repeal of the union" that this guy is talking about.
I'm thinking this guy is full of garbage.
"before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue?"
Again, I'm not sure what he is talking about. He definitely butchered a lot of people's bacon, but not the Roman Catholic Church's.
This guy might be nuts.
"You fenians forget some things"
Basically, Folks who wanted Ireland to be independent.
Stephen, finally, has some thoughts of his own.
Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked and armed, the planters' covenant. The black north and true blue bible. Croppies lie down"
Glorious, pious and immortal memory.
Bum. Ba Bum Bum Bum. Sar Cas Sm!
The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes
-The Protestant Orange lodge in the Armagh county had the corpses of Catholics hanging from it.
After the cessation of unsound psychological souvenirs from this stale old stock. Deasy is now trying to get down one Stephens level. Talking about how he comes from a bloodline of rebels too.
"I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But I am descended from sir John Blackwood who voted for the union. We are all Irish, All kings' sons"
-Two things. First, I'm noticing we are still calling him "Mr. Deasy" as if we are still one of this pupils out playing hockey. I think this might be signifying that he is still are boss. He's basically English, with the Icon of King Edward on his wall.
Second. This "rebel blood" talk isn't doing anything for me. As far as I know, the only ones who care about blood lines are snoody British snobs. This might be just me, blood lines don't mean anything now a days, and I highly doubt a hundred years difference since the writing of this book has made any difference.
Deasy continues lamenting his great uncle Johnny:
"'Per vias rectas'" Mr. Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for it and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.
Stephen, takes this mental image and fixes it to the super catchy Irish tune Rocky Road to Dublin.
'Lal the ral the ra
The rocky road to Dublin.' A gruff squire of horse back with shiny topboots. Soft day, sir John! Soft day your Honour!...Day!...Day!...Two topboots jog dangling on to Dublin. Lal the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.
On | the | rock | y | road | to |Dubl| in
A |gruff |squire |of | horse| back |with |shin-
One |two |three | four |five
y | top | boots|Soft |day
Hunt | the | Hare| and |turn |her |down |the |rock | y |road
sir |John | Soft | day,|your |hon| our |Day |Day |two |top
And |all | the |way| to |Dublin, |Whack| fol |lol | le |rah!
boots |jog |dang|ling |on| Dublin, | Lal | the|ral | the |ra
Holy shit, I think it works!
After all this long stuffy wind, Deasy finally gets down to it. He informs Stephen that he can do his boss a favor. Deasy wants Stephen to give his literary friends a typed letter that he has yet to finish. He instructs Stephen to sit, twice.
As Deasy Hunt-n-pecks on his typewritter. Stephen, sitting down, looks at pictures of horses around the room.
Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence. Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, Their meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repluse, the duke of Westminster's Shotover, The duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, 'prix de Paris, 1866. Elfen rider sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds, backing king's colours, and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds.
The page ends:
"Full stop", Mr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this allimportant question...
Glossary
Tartan - The Gaelic Scottish called is a "Breacan". The Americans call it plaid. Its the fabric of which kilts are made.
Filibeg - A kilt.
Tory - Theses folks are the British equivalents of American conservatives. A Tory is one who follows a political philosophy called Toryism. They say the UK is at its best when it upholds the supremacy of social order as it has evolved throughout the history of English culture. They are pro-monarchy and anti-Whig.
Prelate - A bishop or some other religious top dog.
Demagogue - A political leader, who doesn't argue rationally, but instead aims to gain support by appealing to the feelings and prejudices of the everyday person.
Although, in old Greece and Rome, Demagogues were pretty good guys, that advocated for the causes of the common people.
Papish - A Scottish and Irish derogatory word for a Roman Catholic
The Black North - Generally referring to the Protestant Northern Ireland area
Spindle Side - The mother's side of family tree.
Spear Side - The father's side of a family tree
Per vias Rectas - Google translate: "Through the right way" on other words "By proper means"
Topboot - A tall horse riding boot, usually with a some light colored leather at the top.
Characters
Mr Deasy - confused on historical events, loves the English.
Curran - Loaned Stephen ten guineas.
McCann - Loaned Stephen one guinea.
Fred Ryan - Loaned Stephen two shillings
Temple - Bought Stephen two lunches
Russel - Loaned Stephen three guineas
Cousins - Loaned Stephen ten shillings,
Bob Reynolds - Loaned Stephen have a guinea
Koehler - Loaned Stephen three guineas
Mrs Mackernan (possibly milk lady) - Gave Stephen five weeks' board
Other Things
Albert Edward, prince of Wales - Edward the seventh, born on November 9th 1841, and died May 6th 1910. He was the King of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, and the current president during the story of this book.
Daniel O'Connell - Born on Sunday, August 6, 1775, died seventy one years later on May 15. He was a Leo. Known as The Liberator, he was leader of Ireland's Roman Catholic Majority in the front chunk of the 1800s. He help create The Catholic Emancipation, which meant that Roman Catholic officials were allowed, to toss the English Book of Prayer to do their Catholicing, and to have a seat in the UK Parlement.
He worked liberal causes and was an Abolitionist (Anti-Slavery).
As it goes though, he caught some guff for how he was running the show. Politics. This lead to a fracture in in his movement.
The Irish Potato Famine or The Great Hunger - 1845 to 1852, This was a huge, event on the history of both Ireland and America. A fungus called Phytophthora Infestans went through and and completey disemated Ireland's potato crop, which starved around 1,000,000 people, when I say "starved", I mean these folks died. That is roughly the size of Delaware.
Another 1,000,000 people, again, Delaware, emigrated abroad. A big chunk, ended up coming to the states.
Society of United Irishmen - (1791-1804) Also known as the United Irishmen, were a group of Irish folks that got together after the French Revolution to have equal representation for everyone in Ireland.
Fenians- Named after the Fianna of Irish Mythos. Originally, It referred to the Fenian Brotherhood, a secret organization committed to establishing an independent Irish Republic.
Now-a-days, it is a Northern Irish derogatory term for Irish Nationalists and Catholics.
The Battle of the Diamond - September 21, 1795 This was a battle between Catholics and Protestants, in which the Protestants had won. After the fight a bunch of the Protestants would create the Orange Order.
Planters' Covenant - England and the royal family were losing control of Ireland. To remedy this, they came up the plantation system. What they would do, they would send their Protestant English down there set roots on their Catholic property, if they would agree or 'covenant' their loyalty to the English royalty, and acknowledge that they are the best ever, speaking politically and theologically.
This worked really well, and reduced the Catholics to almost nothing.
Croppies Lie Down - Probably writing by George Watson-Taylor. A British folk song from the 1798 rebellion celebrating the defeat of Irish rebels.
"Croppies lie down"
"We soldiers of Erin, so proud of the name,
We'll raise on the rebels and Frenchmen our fame;
We'll fight to the last in the honest old cause,
And guard our religion, our freedom and laws;
We'll fight for our country, our King and his crown,
And make all the traitors and croppies lie down.
Down, down, croppies lie down.
The rebels so bold, when they've none to oppose,
To houses and haystacks are terrible foes;
They murder poor parsons and likewise their wives,
At the sight of a soldier they run for their lives;
Whenever we march over country and town
In ditches and cellars the croppies lie down.
Down, down, croppies lie down.
In Dublin the traitors were ready to rise
And murder was seen in their lowering eyes
With poison, the cowards, they aimed to succeed
And thousands were doomed by the assassins to bleed
But the yeoman advanced, of rebels the dread
And each croppy soon hid his dastardly head
Down, down, croppies lie down.
Should France e'er attempt, by fraud or by guile,
Her forces to land on Erin's green isle,
We'll show that they n'er can make free soldiers, slaves,
They shall only possess our green fields for their graves;
Our country's applauses our triumphs will crown,
Whilst with their French brothers the croppies lie down.
Down, down, croppies lie down.
Oh, croppies ye'd better be quiet and still
Ye shan't have your liberty, do what ye will
As long as salt water is formed in the deep
A foot on the necks of the croppy we'll keep
And drink, as in bumpers past troubles we drown,
A health to the lads that made croppies lie down
Down, down, croppies lie down."
I am beginning to understand what has gotten the Irish so upset.
Sir John Blackwood - Born sometime in 1721. Died February 27. 1799. He was an Irish Politician and Baronet
The Rocky Road to Dublin - a A song written by and Irish poet name D. K. Gaven.
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
Started by daylight me spirits bright and airy
Took a drop of the pure
Keep me heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
An' asked if I was hired, wages I required
'Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city
Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
From there I got away, me spirits never falling
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead
Or better far instead
On the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul!" says I, me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
Whack fol lol le rah!
Whack fol lol le rah!
The Diamond - The Diamond is a crossroad between the village Loughgall and the town Portadown in Amagh County
Armagh - This is a county in Northern Ireland. Part of the Ulster Province. Established in 1584ish. It has an area of 512 square miles which is about 247808 football fields
The Ards of Down - The most eastern part of the whole of Ireland. "Ards" comes from the Irish name Aird Uladh, meaning "peninsula of the Ulstermen". and it is in the county of Down.
Timeline
Year (M/D)
1584 (circa) - Armagh was established
1721 - Sir John Blackwood was born
1775 (8/6) - Daniel O'Connell was born
1791 - The Society of United Irishmen was established
1795 - The Orange Order was established
1795 (9/21) - The Battle of the Diamond
1799 (2/27) - Sir John Blackwood died
1804 - The Society of United Irishmen was disbanded
1825 (10/13) - Hugh Lupus Grosvenor, First Duke of Westminster was born
1841 (11/9) - Edward the 7th was born
1842 (7/22)- Henry Weysford Charles Plantagenet Rawdon-Hastings was born
1845 - The Great Hunger begins
1846 (4/ ) - Tom Cannon was born
1847 (5/15)- Daniel O'Connell died
1852 - The Great Hunger ends
1863 - Repulse is born
1863 - Ceylon was born
1868 (9/ ) - Henry Weysford Charles Plantagenet Rawdon-Hastings died
1879 - Shotover was born
1898 - Shotover died
1899 (12/22) - Hugh Grosvenor, 1st Duke of Westminster died
1910 (5/6) - Edward the 7th died
1824 (2/1) - Henry Charles FitzRoy Somerset, 8th Duke of Beaufort was born
1829 - The Catholic Emancipation in Ireland was established
1899 (4/30) - Henry Charles FitzRoy Somerset, 8th Duke of Beaufort died
1917 (7/12) - Tom Cannon died
*Last chance edit, It is interesting, I think so anyway, that Dedalus was reminded by two folk songs, one pro-Irish, and one anti-Irish*
