(508.12-510.12) Today's reading begins with an elaboration of the culious epiphany from yesterday. Shaun definitely saw a pantless HCE/Thom. "Ay, another good button gone wrong," Shaun sighs. The old man brings up the two young women in the park -- here, "the subligate sisters, P. and Q." -- and asks whether they were in the same pickle (i.e., in the park with their pants down). Shaun replies, "Peequeen ourselves, the prettiest pickles of unmatchemable mute antes I ever bopeeped at, since the town go went gonning on Pranksome Quaine," likening the two pretty, peeing queens to the Prankquean (who herself perhaps had a tendency to piss porter).
"And were they watching you as watcher as well?" asks the old man, thinking that the young women could see Shaun in the park. "Where do you get that wash?" replies Shaun, talking in a straightforward manner for once. "This representation does not accord with my experience. They were watching the watched watching. Vechers all." (I think the "Vechers all" refers to everyone present being both a watcher and a lecher.)
The old man returns to HCE, "friend Tomsky, the enemy," asking Shaun, "[D]id you gather much from what he let drop?" (This is just one of many defecation jokes in today's passage.) Shaun says that he was "rooshian mad," but later adds that he was "dung sorry" for HCE and that he was "rooshianmarodnimad" with himself for being sorry for HCE. He won't judge HCE, though, for, as he explains, actions carry different meanings in different cultures: "But what seemed sooth to a Greek summed nooth to a giantle. Who kills the cat in Cairo coaxes cocks in Gaul."
Eventually, Shaun comes out and says that he saw HCE pull down his pants and produce "a piece of first perpersonal puetry that staystale remains to be. Cleaned." ("Booms of bombs and heavy rethudders?" asks the old man, very interested in HCE's bowel movements. I told you so.) The old man says that the "tail" -- both Shaun's story and HCE's bottom -- nearly takes his breath away. He asks Shaun how many people got married after this night, but Shaun won't say.
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