"ever fondlinger of his pimple spurk"

(345.16-347.33)  I went a bit longer than two full pages for today's reading in order to avoid breaking up the long paragraph that takes up most of page 347.  The longer reading was a bit of a challenge, since the passage is a tougher one in which Butt and Taff's banter is broken up by another televised interruption.  We start off with Taff giving some (perhaps mocking) encouragement to Butt by offering him a drink.  (The stage directions hit that the drink is a Guinness ("another guidness"), but Taff's words indicate that the drink is some kind of liquor.)  Butt takes the drink, which the stage directions treat as a form of the Roman Catholic communion rite, and remarks that it's like a "boeson fiend," meaning either (or both) a bosom friend or vile enemy.

The second televised interruption of the Butt and Taff routine now appears.  This "teilweisioned" interruption narrates seemingly random events in Mullingar (which, notably, is where Mr. Bloom's daughter, Milly, is living and working during Ulysses).  The topics covered include fashion and farming.  The interruption ends with references to Buckley and the Russian General ("Burkeley's Show's a ructiongetherall") and Finnegan's wake and resurrection ("Phone for Phineal toomellow aftermorn and your phumeral's a roselixion.").

Taff resumes the play by once again attempting to turn the audience's attention back toward Butt's stroy.  "Since you are on for versingrhetorish say your piece!" he says to Butt.  "How Buccleuch shocked the rosing girnirilles."  (This last bit could imply Buckley merging with HCE, since it could be read as Buckley shocking the rose girls, or the two young women in Phoenix Park.)  Butt tells Taft to get out of the dumps ("And don't live out the sad of tearfs, piddyawhick!") before suggesting that he make a "rpnice pschange" of subject and discuss "whattinghim," or Butt's time under Wellington.

Butt eagerly complies with this last request.  "As said as would," he says.  He goes on to trace his time in the military.  First, he discusses the year 1132, in which "on the plain of Khorason" he was in "the Reilly Oirish Krzerszonese Milesia" under "Sirdarthar Woolwichleagues."  He kind of rambles on about his doings during this period of his life, such as his time in the "Crimealian wall samewhere in Ayerland" (the wall in Phoenix Park?) and the time when he (perhaps lustily) wept "over the freshprosts of Eastchept and the dangling garters of Marrowbone."  

Eventually, Butt goes back to the story of the Russian General:  "But Icantenue."  Butt and his compatriots had taken off after the Russians.  He formed a plan on how to evade their attack and then go on the offensive.  The plan is apparently successful, and Butt soon has the Russians "orussheying and patronning, out all over Crummwiliam wall."  He ends today's passage saying "why it was me who . . . " but breaks off this thought by laughing:  "haw haw."