You have dunk too deeply of Joycean prose. However I did conjure up images of Lola Bumpkins conducting Motzart in the Sistine Chapel, filled with nineteen year-old bauds A little night music indeed!
However, It was a good deal better and more lucid than that which preceded it.
spendius wrote:Lola:-
You must have missed the understated nastiness in George's lovely sentence.That was no apology.We all took your advice on apologising.
My,my-standards have improved.
I didn't miss it. I don't hold george's empathic tendencies against him, even though it does make him seem to be a little simpler of mind than I know him to be. George's idea of empathy is more like my idea of condescension. Still he does turn a good phrase, now and again, even if he does turn up his nose.
George:-
One cannot drink too deeply of Joycean prose.It is a wonder to behold.
Going back you might remember,if you checked out the post with an intro by the man himself that the name Boanerges appeared.
It is the nickname of the type of motorcycle on which T.E.Lawrence was killed riding.
The name means "sons of thunder" from the Bible tale of the sons of Zebedee.
Also it is the name used for the vintage car which is the mascot of the engineering department of the Imperial College of Science,technology and Medicine.
Also a racehorse ran with the name.
How rich a prose is that?
And bye the bye- a bawd is a procurer of women for men.A brothel keeper.Which is basically what prosletysing non-celibates add up to in a clean head.A non-celibate does need a lady upon whom to practice his art.
And it is "bumpskins" not bumpkins.I think you will appreciate the difference.
george,
Mathos is here to compete for the designation of Most Obnoxious Participant, the MOP we call it.......he's having a tough time of it......... however so far, he's winning.
Lola:-
Isn't that a lovely word?All my own work.
George:-
I presume you know something of the scientific basis for the idea that laughter,genuine laughter I mean and you know it when you have it,is good for the well-being of the body.
Francois Rabelais may be qouted as may I.A Richards on this matter.
Hence James Joyce.With a few tokes on the right brand of cigarette it is often difficult to manage a page a sitting.That's real value.
spendius wrote:George:-
I presume you know something of the scientific basis for the idea that laughter,genuine laughter I mean and you know it when you have it,is good for the well-being of the body.
Francois Rabelais may be qouted as may I.A Richards on this matter.
Hence James Joyce.With a few tokes on the right brand of cigarette it is often difficult to manage a page a sitting.That's real value.
Laughter and not sex? Oh come on, Spendi. And that from a toker too.
I agree about MOP.
I would not knowingly be nasty to Lola personally, any more than Blatham - or Spendius. Reason is I like them as people and enjoy communicating with them -- even if we disagree about most things. Now an occasional nasty turn of phrase, is quite a different thing if it scores a point in the never-ending game. It appears to me that beneath the Joycean prose Spendius accepts that too.
Bauds and Bawds. cistern and Sistine, bumpkin and bumpskins -- all able in the Joycean way to conjure multiple images and trains of associations. In doing this I put a necessary priority on my own unstated references - even if they are less academically precise than those of the author.
The world has become rather intolerant of prosletysing non-celibates, despite all the protestations about freedom and equality. Bawds and ladies are alike needed for sanity and living. Besides, I have it on the best Jesuitical authority that the sin is a minor one - and the twinge of guilt can be an exquisite sauce.
Here too old Ed Fitz. had some wise words
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with Predestination round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And who with Eden didst devise the Snake;
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
Is blacken'd, Man's Forgiveness give--and take!
spendius wrote:Lola:-
Isn't that a lovely word?All my own work.
It's very entertaining. How long did it take you?
Here's one for you george, what a shame indeed.
Quote:Yes I know what I want and I know where to get it
And I'm going there right away
This is one priest that I don't have to fall on
Down to my knees and pray
When your back's to the wall come along one and all
We shall fight all the slander that's penned
It's us we shall choose let the bigoted lose
For our triumph's the means to their end
Let the cynics drop dead in their critical head
They're wrist merchants as we all can see
Bunch of deaf ears with their columnized fears
What a shame, what a shame, oh dear me!
Yes I know what I want and I know where to get it
And I'm going there right away
This is one priest that I don't have to fall on
Down to my knees and pray
George:-
I must make it clear that guilt is the very last thing on my mind.I am a practical man.One might just as easily say that one's machismo is challenged if one fails to purchase a six cylinder Ferrari.Women laugh at celibates for the same reason Ferrari salesmen laugh at cheap car drivers-which is only to be expected I suppose.What I find incomprehensible is men lending a helping hand.It seems a trifle disloyal.
Besides-have you seen the state of the object these days?
MOP.......yes, shall we award it weekly?
Lola;-
Before you get carried away with the "wrist merchant",by which I presume you mean the five fingered widow you should get up to date on the vibrator sales figures and the subtle allusions in long-life battery adverts.
Lola:-
And he ended up with Okay Yoni.
I forgot to give attribution.........that's Judas Priest, written by I-don't-know-whom......
But I took wrist merchant to be five finger Mary.
One person's choice is not necessarily another's
It's good advice anyway.
If we are quoting songs-
Oh for a moment's glory
It's a dirty rotten shame
She's a crying,taliking sleeping,walking living doll.
And he lives it and looks great at 70.
Tell me Spendi.......you're not one of those celibates, are you......have you said previously?
Or are you talking backwards again?
