“JAMES JOYCE, nominated by Kieren Fallon last month as one he was looking forward to riding this season, makes his reappearance in the Leopardstown 2,000 Guineas Trial today, writes Tony O’Hehir. – http://www.tmcnet.com/usubmit/2006/04/15/1574976.htm
“1911-1915: SB attends a small, private kindergarten school run by two German sisters, Misses Ida and Pauline Elsner in Leopardstown. Shortly thereafter the Beckett brothers leave the Misses Elsners’ Academy to attend a larger school called Earlsfort House in Dublin, not far from the Harcourt Street station. – http://www.groveatlantic.com/grove/bin/wc.dll?groveproc~genauth~56~0~info~chrono
“During the race, parts of High Street, Highland Street, Bridge Street, Ames Street and Pine Street will be closed to traffic.
Hanley said yesterday he expects good weather will bring a high turnout.
The race itself features more than 40 actors dressed in period garb strewn about the course, reading excerpts from Joyce’s most celebrated works.Ê – http://www.dailynewstranscript.com/localRegional/view.bg?articleid=74929
“as singsing so Salaman susuing to swittvitles while as
unbluffingly blurtubruskblunt as an Esra? the cat, the cat’s meeter,
the meeter’s cat’s wife, the meeter’s cat’s wife’s half better, the
meeter’s cat’s wife’s half better’s meeter, and so back to our
horses, – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=116&like=horse
“16. Nora’s handjob was on 27 Aug 1904” – http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.books/msg/e4c3ac262ab205b8?dmode=source&hl=en
“The stain, and that a teastain (the overcautelousness
of the masterbilker here, as usual, signing the page away), marked
it off on the spout of the moment as a genuine relique of ancient
Irish pleasant pottery of that lydialike languishing class known as
Why then how?
Well, almost any photoist worth his chemicots will tip anyone
asking him the teaser that if a negative of a horse happens to melt
enough while drying, well, what you do get is, well, a positively
grotesquely distorted macromass of all sorts of horsehappy values
and masses of meltwhile horse.Ê – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=111&like=horse
“my maymoon’s honey, my fool to the last Decemberer,
to wake himself out of his winter’s doze and bore me down like he
Is there irwell a lord of the manor or a knight of the shire at strike,
I wonder, that’d dip me a dace or two in cash for washing and
darning his worshipful socks for him now we’re run out of
horsebrose and milk?
Only for my short Brittas bed made’s as snug as it smells it’s
out I’d lep and off with me to the slobs deua Tolka or the plage au
Clontarf to feale the gay aire of my salt troublin bay and the race
of the saywint up me ambushure.
Onon! Onon! tell me more. Tell me every tiny teign. I want
to know every single ingul. Down to what made the potters fly
into jagsthole. And why were the vesles vet. That homa fever’s
winning me wome. If a mahun of the horse but hard me! – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=201&like=horse
“Time: the pressant.
With futurist onehorse balletbattle pictures and the Pageant
of Past History worked up with animal variations amid
everglaning mangrovemazes and beorbtracktors by Messrs Thud and
Blunder. – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=221&like=horse
“Clean and easy, be the hooker !
And a free for croaks after. Dovlen are out for it. So is Rathfinn.
And, hike, here’s the hearse and four horses with the
interprovincial crucifixioners throwing lots inside to know whose to be
their gosson and whereas to brake the news to morhor. – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=377&like=horse
“Why do you so lifesighs, my precious, as
I hear from you, with limmenings lemantitions, after that swollen
one? I am not sighing, I assure, but only I am soso sorry about
all in my saarasplace. Listen, listen ! I am doing it. Hear more to
those voices! Always I am hearing them. Horsehem coughs
enough. – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=571&like=horse
“And, of course, dear professor, I
understand. You can trust me that though I change thy name
though not the letter never while I become engaged with my
first horsepower, masterthief of hearts, I will give your lovely
face of mine away, my boyish bob, not for tons of donkeys, to
my second mate, with the twirlers the engineer of the
passioflower – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=459&like=horse
“– You hear things. Besides (and serially now) bushes have
eyes, don’t forget. Hah!
— Which moral turpitude would you select of the two, for
choice, if you had your way? Playing bull before shebears or the
hindlegs off a clotheshorse?Ê – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=522&like=horse
that pokar, gamesy, swell as aye did, while there were flickars
to the flores. He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there
is always something racey about, say, a sailor on a horse. – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=606&like=horse
“I forgive you, grondt Ondt, said the Gracehoper, weeping,
For their sukes of the sakes you are safe in whose keeping.
Teach Floh and Luse polkas, show Bienie where’s sweet
And be sure Vespatilla fines fat ones to heat.
As I once played the piper I must now pay the count
So saida to Moyhammlet and marhaba to your Mount!
Let who likes lump above so what flies be a full ‘un;
I could not feel moregruggy if this was prompollen.
I pick up your reproof, the horsegift of a friend,
For the prize of your save is the price of my spend.
Can castwhores pulladeftkiss if oldpollocks forsake ’em
Or Culex feel etchy if Pulex don’t wake him? – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=418&like=horse
“Saying whiches, see his bow on the hapence, with a
pattedyr but digit here, he scooped the hens, hounds and horses
biddy by bunny, with an arc of his covethand, saved from the
drohnings they might oncounter, untill his cubid long, to hide in
dry. Aside. Your sows tin the topple, dodgers, trink me dregs!
And with the gust of a spring alice the fossickers and swaggelers
with him on the hoof from down under piked forth desert roses in
that mulligar scrub.
Reenter Ashe Junior. Peiwei toptip, nankeen pontdelounges.
Gives fair day. Cheroot. Cheevio!
Off.Ê – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=321&like=horse
“Wickenlow, garden of Erin, before she ever dreamt she’d lave
Kilbride and go foaming under Horsepass bridge, with the great
southerwestern windstorming her traces and the midland’s
grainwaster asarch for her track, to wend her ways byandby – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=203&like=horse
“All Swell That Aimswell, the Cup and
the Stirrup, he sought his wellwarmed leababobed in a
housingroom Abide With Oneanother at Block W.W., (why didn’t
he back it?) Pump Court, The Liberties, and, what with
moltapuke on voltapuke, resnored alcoh alcoho alcoherently to
the burden of I come, my horse delayed, nom num, the
substance of the tale of the evangelical bussybozzy and the
rusinurbean – http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=40&like=horsehttp://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=40&like=horse