"Give me my Wordsworth. Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a wand of wilding in his hand. |
Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower." (U9.820)
|"Hurrying to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the quayside I touched his hand. The voice, new warmth, speaking. Dr Bob Kenny is attending her. The eyes that wish me well. But do not know me." (U9.825)|
|"Fatherhood, in the sense of conscious begetting, is unknown to man. It is a mystical estate, an apostolic succession, from only begetter to only begotten. On that mystery and not on the madonna which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like the world, macro and microcosm, upon the void." (U9.837)|
|"Upon incertitude, upon unlikelihood. Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be the only true thing in life." (U9.842)|
"Paternity may be a legal fiction. Who is the father of any son that any son should love him or he any son? |
What the hell are you driving at?
I know. Shut up. Blast you! I have reasons.
Amplius. Adhuc. Iterum. Postea.
Are you condemned to do this?" (U9.844)
|"In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought it." (9.858)|
"- What links them in nature? An instant of blind rut. |
Am I father? If I were?
Shrunken uncertain hand." (U9.859)
|"- As for his family, Stephen said, his mother's name lives in the forest of Arden. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus." (U9.879)|
"Who the girls in The Tempest, in Pericles, in Winter's Tale are we know. Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and Cressid and Venus are we may guess. But there is another member of his family who is recorded. |
- The plot thickens, John Eglinton said." (U9.882)
"They list. Three. They. |
I you he they.
He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on's back. The playhouse sausage filled Gilbert's soul." (U9.890)
|"He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are recorded in the works of sweet William." (U9.898)|
|"Cassiopeia, the recumbent constellation which is the signature of his initial among the stars." (U9.930)|
|"His eyes watched it, lowlying on the horizon, eastward of the bear, as he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight, returning from Shottery and from her arms." (U9.932)|
"What more's to speak? |
Stephen looked on his hat, his stick, his boots.
Stephanos, my crown. My sword. His boots are spoiling the shape of my feet. Buy a pair. Holes in my socks. Handkerchief too.
- You make good use of the name, John Eglinton allowed. Your own name is strange enough. I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.
Me, Magee and Mulligan." (U9.945)
|"Fabulous artificer, the hawklike man. You flew. Whereto? Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger." (U9.952)|