"Freetime's free! Up Lancesters! Anathem!"

(347.34-349.5)  Today's passage is a shorter one, thanks to the long passage I read yesterday.  It also seemed a bit easier to get through, perhaps because today's passage was set up by yesterday's and lacks any interruptions.

Taff, after hearing Butt's account of his military history, lights a cigarette and asks whether Butt was an aide-de-camp.  Butt, who is a bit drunk now (on account of the libation we saw him drinking before the interruption yesterday), doesn't answer Taff's question directly, but instead laments that he has "a boodle full of maimeries in me buzzim" (a bundle of memories -- or mammaries! -- in his bosom).  Butt grows sentimental -- "medears runs sloze" -- as he laments "all them old boyars that's now boomaringing in wualholler, me alma marthyrs."  He's remembering his lost compatriots, but he's also lamenting the Russians he defeated, for as McHugh notes, "boyars" was a rank of the Russian aristocracy.  Butt drinks to these lost souls, these "bycorn spirits fuselaiding," even if that drink is condensed water with absinthe and vermouth.

Butt goes on to remember his associates, three soldiers named Cedric said Gormleyson, Danno O'Dunnochoo, and Conno O'Cannochar.  These three -- who represent the three soldiers who witnessed HCE's sin in Phoenix Park -- were classmates of Butt at "Kong Gores Wood," which recalls Clongowes Wood College, which a young Joyce (and Stephen Dedalus in Portrait) attended.  Butt and his three soldiers fraternized with "those khakireinettes, our miladies in their toileries, the twum plumyumnietcies," or the two young women in the park.  Recalling these good ol' times, Butt shouts, "Hulp, hulp, huzzars!  Raise ras tryracy!  Freetime's free!  Up Lancesters!  Anathem!"

Hearing of the two temptresses, Taff (in the stage directions) recalls certain female spies who stole his wallet amid the bustle in Bakerloo Station.  He in turn shouts, "The rib, the rib, the quean of oldbrydes, Sinya Sonyavitches!"  He's on a misogynistic track, viewing the young women, and all daughters of Eve, as wily temptresses at best, and whores at worst.  Butt says that these women are "raday to embrace our ruddy inflamtry world!"  Infantry soldiers will mingle with these women until "they've kinks in their tringers and boils on their taws," or, in other words, until their genitalia is deformed by sexually transmitted diseases.  Disgraced, these soldiers will face either court martial or gonorrhea.