Monday, October 12, 2015

"He. Only he. Ittle he."

(599.25-601.29)  Today's passage opens up with a one-word sentence:  "Where."  It proceeds to situate us under clouds ("Cumulonublocirrhonimbant") in an area of newly-grown "poplarest wood" that's "eminently adapted for the requirements of pacnincstriken humanity."  It's a place where we're reminded that "Father Times and Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch."

We're brought to "the pool of Innalavia," (the home waters of ALP).  This "river of lives" brings about "the regenerations of the incarnations of the emanations of the apprentations of Funn and Nin," our common father and mother.  Here, "an alomdree begins to green," and "a slab slobs."  In other words, the new father of nations is preparing to step forth while the old one (HCE) sleeps.  (After all, we learn that we're "whereinn once we lave 'tis alve and vale," or HCE's pub, the Inn where we live until we say, "Hail and Farewell!")  On the opposite banks of the river, we see "this shame rock" and "that whispy planter," the stone and tree that are always appearing and always opposed, like Shaun and Shem.  Under the water of "that greyt lack" (the lake is "Erie," which is especially cool for me, since Lake Erie is the Great Lake that forms the northern border of my home state of Ohio), we can see a new city beginning to seep forth.

Along the "samphire coast" the 29 girls, "the daughters of the cliffs," begin to sing a song about the one whose arrival is imminent.  He is the "dweam of dose innocent dirly dirls":  "Keavn!  Keavn!"  So, as it's been hinted at in the previous pages, the one coming to replace HCE is his son, Shaun/Kevin.  The girls' song grows louder as they take the form of churches throughout Dublin whose bells clang in honor of Kevin, making a holy sound:  "Prayfulness!  Prayfulness!"

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