His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara’s or not? My consubstantial fathers’s voice. Did you see anything of your brother Stephen Lately? No? Sure he’s not down in Strasburn terrace with his aunt Sally? Couldn’t he fly a bit higher than that, eh? And and and and tell us Stephen How is uncle Si? O, weeping God, The things I married into! De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little cost drawer and his brother, the cornet player. Highly respectable gondoliers! And skeweyed Walter sirring his father, no less! Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir. Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ.
His pace slackened.
Narrator speaking
My consubstantial fathers voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately? No? Sure he’s not down in Strasburg Terrace with his aunt Sally? Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, eh?
Stephen’s Brain
The Voice of Stephen’s Judgmental Dad Asks Questions: A Play - Part 1
The Players
Stephen’s Dad
Stephen’s Sibling
Stephen’s dad: Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately?
Stephen’s Sibling: *Says nothing, possibly shakes head*
Stephen’s Dad: No? Sure he’s not down in Strasburg Terrace with his aunt Sally? Couldn’t he fly a bit higher than that, eh?
The End
And and and and tell us, Stephen, how is uncle Si?
Stephen’s Brain
An Unnamed Voice, Possibly Stephen’s Sibling, Inquire About a Relative: A Play - Part 2
The Players
Stephen’s Siblings (The Collective Group)
Stephen’s Sibling (Spokesperson for the Collective Group)
Stephen
*Stephen’s siblings face Stephen. One particular sibling asks a question*
Stephen’s Sibling: And and and and tell us, Stephen, how is uncle Si?
Stephen: *silent*
The End
Or
Stephen’s Brain
Unnamed Voices, Possibly Stephen’s Siblings, Inquire About a Relative: A Play - Part 2
The Players
Stephen’s Sibling 1
Stephen’s Sibling 2
Stephen’s Sibling 3
Stephen’s Sibling 4
Stephen
*Stephen’s siblings face Stephen. They all collectively ask him a question*
Stephen’s Sibling 1: And
Stephen’s Sibling 2: and
Stephen’s Sibling 3: and
Stephen’s Sibling 4: and
Stephen’s Siblings: (All together) Tell us, Stephen, how is uncle Si?
Stephen: *silent*
The End
O, weeping God, the things I married into!
Stephen’s Brain
Someone is Unhappy with Their Life Choices: A Play - Part 3
The Player
Unnamed 1
Unnamed 1: O, weeping God, the things I married into!
The End
De boys up in the hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother, the cornet player.
Stephen’s Brain
An Accented Voice Tells Us the Whereabouts of Two Brothers: A Play - Part 4
The Player
Unnamed 2
Unnamed 2: De boys up in the hayloft
* A Scene showing two men. The first man is drunk, writing a bill of costs. The other is playing a cornet*
* Curtains*
Stephen’s Brain
The Two Brothers Remind Stephen of a Play He Once Seen - Encore
The Player
Stephen Dedalus as The Narrator
*Curtains rise, revealing the same scene from Part 4*
The Narrator: Highly respectable gondoliers.
The End
Highly Respectable Gondoliers
Two Brothers with different folks, all the farm girls love them.
And skeweyed Walter sirring his father no less! Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir.
And cross eyed Walter, always calling his Father sir
Walter sirring his father
Walter siring his father
Walther fathering his father
Kind of jumps back to Consubstantiality business from before
Just a thought.
Jesus wept
The shortest verse in the bible.
Frank’s one-liner before the Cenobites rip Larry’s skin off of him.
Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ!
Why isn’t it a surprise that Jesus wept?
Why did Jesus cry?
He lost a good friend, Lazarus.
Well, What is Dedalus talking about here? Walter keeps calling his dad “sir”. Does Jesus call his dad “sir”? How could he? I’m talking about God by the way, not Joseph. How could he salute his father? He would also be saluting himself, depending on who you ask anyway. My point is, it would be a heck of a burden to be Jesus, Probably to be Walter also.
I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage and wait. They take me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.
They take me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.
They think I am a debt collector as they watch me from a hidden location.
And we have dialogue!
“ It’s Stephen, sir.”
“Let him in. Let Stephen in.”
*Stephen enters*
“We thought you were someone else.”
In his broadbed nuncle Richy, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the upper moiety
over the hillock
What’s the difference between a hill and a hillock?
A hill is smaller than a mountain, and a hillock is smaller than a hill
He has washed the upper moiety.
He has washed his top half, the top half of his body.
“Morrow, nephew.”
He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of cost for the eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, filing consents and common searches and a writ of Duces Tecum. A bogoak frame over his bald head: Wilde's Requiescat. The drone of his misleading whistle brings Walter back.
A bogoak frame
Cf. (*****8) Bogswamp
Cf. (****17) Stuart coins, base treasure of bog
Wilde’s Requiescat.
Cf. (****11) We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes.
“Yes, sir?”
“Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. Where is she?”
“Bathing Crissie, sir.”
“No, uncle Richie…”
“Call me Richie, Damn your lithia water. It lowers. Whusky!”
It lowers. Whusky!
I don’t know. Does lithia water lower your vocal cords?
“Uncle Richie, really… “
“Sit down or by the law Harry I’ll knock you down.”
“Harry I’ll knock you down”
Who the heck is Harry?
Walter can’t find a chair.
“He has nothing to sit down on, sir”
“He has nowhere to put it, you mug, Bring in our chippendale chair. Would you like a bite of something? None of your lawdeedaw airs here. THe rich of a rasher fried with a herring? Sure? So much the better. We have nothing in the house but backache pills.”
Bring in our chippendale chair.
Just a thought, they have a chippendale chair, but no food?
Stephen’s head:
All’erta!
Be careful!
On guard!
He drones bars of Ferrando’s Aria di sortita. The grandest number, Stephen, in the whole opera. Listen
He sings Ferrando’s opening song. The best song of the whole opera, Stephen, listen.
He sings a song from a play called Il Trovatore. In this play there is a character named Ferrando. When Ferrando shows up on stage for the first time to sing a song, that is called an aria de sortita. This song is the best part of the whole opera. Listen to it, Stephen.
The Gondoliers and Il Trovatore are all about the difficulties of parenting boys
“Aria di sort”, “None of your lawdeedaw airs”, “Airs romped round him,” “Where is poor dear Arius”
Everything Aristotle (****21)
"Aristotle's phrase formed itself” (****15)
This is fun.
His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the air, his fists bigdrumming on padded knees
Stephen’s Head:
This wind is sweeter
