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"-The peatsmoke is going to his head, John Eglinton opined. " (U9.100) |
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"We feel in England. Penitent thief. Gone. I smoked his baccy. Green twinkling stone. An emerald set in the ring of the sea." (U9.101) |
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"The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside." (U9.104) |
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"He describes Hamlet given in a French town, don't you know, a provincial town. They advertised it." (U9.115) |
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"Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.
- A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Not for nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father's one." (U9.129) 1. Polonius - stabbed by Hamlet 2. Ophelia - drowns 3. Laertes - stabbed (with his own poisoned sword) by Hamlet 4. King Claudius - Hamlet stabs him then pours poison down his throat 5. Queen Gertrude - drinks from a poisoned cup 6. Hamlet - stabbed by Laertes with a poisoned weapon 7-8. Rosencrantz & Guildenstern - arrive in England with orders to be killed. |
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"Stratford" (U9.149)
Stratford on the river Avon is the birthplace of William Shakespeare (ca.1564-1616). This PC shows the Memorial Theatre, built 1879 by William Frederick Unsworth to celebrate the great poet and dramatist. The building comprises a theatre, library, picture gallery and large central tower from the summit of which a fine general view of the town is obtained. It was destroyed by a fire in 1926. |
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"Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the groundlings.
Local colour. Work in all you know. Make them accomplices." (U9.156) |
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"-Shakespeare has left the huguenot's house in Silver street and walks by the swanmews along the riverbank." (U9.159)
In early 1602 Shakespeare was living north of the Avon river. A court case shows he was lodging with the Mountjoy family in a house on the corner of Silver street and Monkwell street. |
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"I, I and I. I.
A.E.I.O.U." (U9.212) |
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"- She died, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was born. She saw him into and out of the world. She took his first embraces. She bore his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed when he lay on his deathbed." (U9.217) |
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"John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.
- The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got out of it as quickly and as best he could. - Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery." (U9.225) |
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"What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe?" (U9.233)
Xanthippe was the wife of Socrates. There are more stories than facts about her. She is believed to have been much younger than the philosopher, perhaps by as much as forty years. She was famed for her sharp tongue and is said to have been the only person to ever have beaten Socrates in a discussion. |
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"- Dialectic, Stephen answered: and from his mother how to bring thoughts into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (absit nomen!), Socratididion's Epipsychidion, no man, not a woman, will ever know. But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlectures saved him from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock." (U9.235)
'Mrs Caudle's Curtain Lectures' was a series of 'lectures' by journalist Douglas William Jerrold (1803-1857), serialised in Punch (where Jerrold worked) then published in book form in 1846. Jerrod, the son of an actor-manager, spent some time in the navy as an apprentice printer, then became a playwright and journalist. He was a contemporary and friend of Charles Dickens. Job Caudle, the 'hero' of the book, is a Victorian shopkeeper whose wife finds she can only talk to him without interruption when he is falling asleep. After she dies, Caudle finds himself unable to sleep on his own, and resolves to exorcise his wife's memory by writing down her 'lectures' for the edification of others. |
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"- He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory. He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me." (U9.245) |
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"If others have their will Ann hath a way. By cock, she was to blame. She put the comether on him, sweet and twentysix. The greyeyed goddess who bends over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as prologue to the swelling act, is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.
And my turn? When? Come!" (U9.256) |