(532.6-534.6) The voice of HCE has returned (through his son, Shaun). His time away has not necessarily humbled him, for he claims that he's known throughout the world, wherever English is spoken, as a clean-living man. In fact, he says, "I think how our public at large appreciates it most highly from me that I am as cleanliving as could be and that my game was a fair average since I perpetually kept my ouija ouija wicket up."
The bulk of his statement in today's passage consists of a defense of his life. He "never was nor can afford to be guilty of crim crig con of malfeasance trespass against parson with the person of a youthful gigirl frifrif friend." To do so would be bad for business. He compliments ALP, "the ripest littlums wifukie around the globelettes globes" and praises her small feet. To corroborate his testimony, he offers proof from "our private chaplain of Lambeyth and Dolekey, bishop-regionary," who knows the couple well.
As HCE's initial words draw to a close, his monologue is interrupted or distorted by interference from a radio station. The broadcast gives prices for hogs, for instance, and ends with a typical sign-off: "Thnkyou! Thatll beall fortody. Cal it off. Godnotch, vrybioly. End a muddy crushmess! Abbreciades anew York gustoms. Kyow! Tak." The four young chaps close today's reading with a few offhand remarks, serving as a momentary interlude before HCE resumes his defense in tomorrow's reading.
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