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APPENDICES
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THE BOSTON LETTER
GREEN: Practice Letter Reference
Blue: Letter to Jaunick Reference

The significance of the practice letter and the amorous letter to Jaunick can be attributed to the fact that both echo motifs of the letter from Boston (the "prototype" letter as Claudine Raynaud describes) linking Issy’s writings to ALP and the whole, the crux of Finnegans Wake.

. . . of the last of the first to Dear whom it proceded to 111.10

"Dear (name of desired subject), well, and I go on to." (280.9)

"engine dear" ? dear thank you ? (458.25)

mention Maggy well & allathome's health well only the hate 111.11

Well (enquiries after all-healths)" (280.14)

"allathome" (FW 457.35),

turned the mild on the van Houtens and the general's elections 111.12

with a lovely face of some born gentleman with a beautiful present 111.13

"lovely" (280.15)

"like a born gentleman" (FW 460.33-44)

of wedding cakes for dear thankyou Chriesty and with grand 111.14

"pershan of cates" (280.14)

"presents" (FW 458.15)

funferall of poor Father Michael don't forget unto life's & Muggy 111.15

tender condolences for happy funeral (280.11)

"funforall" (FW 458.22)

(mention person suppressed for the moment, F.M.) (FW 280.12-13)

young Fr M[ [Father Michael]" (FW 458.03),

well how are you Maggy & hopes soon to hear well & must now 111.16

how are you (question maggy) (280.14)

(consolation of shopes) to soon air (280.21)

"hope to soon hear from you. And thanks ever" (FW 458.25-26)

"of course, please too write" (FW 458.18)

close it with fondest to the twoinns with four crosskisses for holy 111.17

"kissists my exits" (280.27)

"with my fondest and much left to tutor. X. X. X. X. (FW 458.02)

paul holey comer holipoli whollyisland pee ess from (locust may 111.18

eat all but this sign shall they never) affectionate largelooking 111.19

tache of tch. The stain, and that a teastain (the overcautelousness 111.20

of the masterbilker here, as usual, signing the page away), marked 111.21

it off on the spout of the moment as a genuine relique of ancient 111.22

Irish pleasant pottery of that lydialike languishing class known as 111.23

a hurry-me-o'er-the-hazy. 111.24


Practice Letter (280.09-36)
BLUE: Hill Annotations
RED: McHugh Annotations
GREEN: Other Sources

Dear (name of desired subject, A.N.),

well, and I go on to.

Shlicksher.

I and we

(tender condolences for happy funeral, one if)

 

so sorry to (mention person suppressed for the moment, F.M.).

Well (enquiries after all-healths) how are you (question maggy).

A lovely

(introduce to domestic circles)

pershan of cates.

Shrubsher.

Those pothooks mostly she hawks from Poppa Vere Foster but these curly mequeues are of Mippa's moulding.

 

Shrubsheruthr.

(Wave gently in the ere turning ptover.)

Well, mabby

(consolation of shopes) to soon air.

With best from cinder Christinette if prints chumming,

can be when desires Soldi, for asamples,

backfronted or, if all, peethrolio or Get my Prize,

using her flower or perfume or,

if veryveryvery chumming, in otherwards,

charming – words

who she supposed adeal,

kissists my exits.

Shlicksheruthr.

From Auburn chenlemagne.


LETTERS OF NORA BARNACLE TO JAMES JOYCE

In linking Issy’s copybook letter with Martha’s letter with it’s similarly formulaic language, an interesting comparison can be made with a letter of Nora’s which Joyce apparently suspected came from a letter writing manual. Brenda Maddox, in her biography of Nora, explains:

Nora went out and bought some decorated writing paper, with purple violets and bright green leaves, the kind that her mother liked, and in her best handwriting and striving to express herself with great dignity she wrote him a formal love letter. This loving if stilted letter did much to tarnish Nora’s later reputation. Joyce showed it to Stanislaus, saying that J.F. Byrne to whom he also had shown it, said that Nora must have copied it from a letter-writing book. (Byrne, a great supporter of Nora’s later denied he would have said anything so cruel.) It is the only letter of Nora’s to have been reproduced in facsimile among Joyce’s collect letters and in Ellmann’s biography – probably because it is on flower notepaper. Ellmann use the letter as a key to Nora’s character, saying that Nora’s "artifice in the face of his own attempt at total sincerity gave Joyce a hint for the amorality of woman" (Ellmann 529 qtd in Maddox 36-37).

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Leinster Street -- August 1904

My Dearest

My loneliness which I have so deeply felt, since we parted last night seemed to fade away as if by magic but, alas, it was only for a short time, and I then became worse than ever. when I read your letter from the moment that I close my eyes till I open them again in the morning. It seems to me that I am always in your company under every possible variety of circumstances talking to you walking with you meeting you suddenly in different places until I am beginning to wonder if my spirit takes leave of my body in sleep and goes to seek you, and what is more find you or perhaps this is nothing but a fantasy. Occasionally too I fall into a fit of melancholy that lasts for the day and which I find almost impossible to dispel it is about time now I think that I should finish this letter as the more I write the lonelier I feel in consequence of you being so far away and the thought of having to write write [sic] what I would wish to speak were you beside me makes me feel utterly miserable so with best wishes and love I now close ---.

Believe me to be ever yours XXXXXXX

Norah Barnacle

Another letter of Nora’s (below) reads much more like Molly in Ulysses.

Dear Jim

I feel so very tired to night I can't say much many thanks for your kind letter which I received unexpectedly this evening I was very busy when the Postman came I ran off to one of the bedroom's to read your letter I was called five times but did not pretend to hear it is now half past eleven and I need not tell you I can hardly keep my eyes open and I am delighted to sleep the night away when I cant be thinking of you so much when I awake in the morning I will think of nothing but you Good night till 7 P.m. to morrow eve

Nora xxxxxxxxx


ISSY’S LETTER TO JAUNICK (457-60)
BLUE: Hill Annotations
RED: McHugh Annotations

Overview of similarities to Martha:
both give gifts, give thanks, include apologies, references to flowers (M: daisy, I: blue speedwell/passionflower), similar language such as "by return" and thinking of you, inclusion of kisses; also both raise issues of naming, revealing secrets (or not), desire, and role-playing

Meesh, meesh, yes, pet.

We were too happy.

I knew something would happen.

I understand but listen, drawher nearest,

Tizzy intercepted, flushing but flashing from her dove and dart eyes

Dart-shuile: heifer eyes (Macpherson’s Darthula) -- 'Dar-thula a Poem', published by James Macpherson in his 1765 'edition' of The Works of Ossian the Son of Fingal.

"According to Macpherson's 'argument', Darthula (or Deidre) was the lover of Nathos, one of the three sons of Usnoth, Lord of Etha (in modern Argyll) who had successfully campaigned in Ireland against the usurper Cairbar. However, 'a storm rising at sea they were unfortunately driven back on that part of the coast of Ulster where Caibar was encamped with his army. The three brothers, after having defended themselves for some time with great bravery were overpowered and slain, and the unfortunate Dar-thula killed herself upon the body of her beloved Nathos'."

http://www.linley.com/tlinley.htm

as she tactilifully grapbed her male corrispondee to flusther

sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear,

I know, benjamin brother, but listen, I want, girls palmassing,

to whisper my whish.

 

(She like them like us, me and you, had thoud he n'er it would haltin so
lithe when leased is tacitempust tongue).

Of course, engine dear, I'm ashamed for my life (I must clear my throttle)

over this lost moment's gift of memento nosepaper which I'm sorry, my precious,

is allathome I with grief can call my own but all the same,

listen, Jaunick, accept this witwee's mite, though a jenny-teeny witween piece

torn in one place from my hands in second place of a linenhall valentino with my fondest and much left to tutor. X.X.X.X.

It was heavily bulledicted for young Fr Ml,

my pettest parriage priest, and you know who between us by your friend the pope, forty ways in forty nights, that's the beauty of it, look, scene it, ratty.

"Pope Pius XI (born May 31, 1857; died February 10, 1939) was pope from 1922 until his death. He was born Achille Ratti at Descio near Milan. He headed Milan's Ambrosian Library in 1907 and the Vatican Library in 1914. In 1918 he became Pope Benedict XV's representative to Poland. He became cardinal-archbishop of Milan in 1921. The deadlocked conclave of 1922 chose Ratti as pope on the eve of Benito Mussolini's March on Rome. Facing a choice between the right and the left, the Vatican decided that fascism seemed the lesser of two evils. The church's place in Italy and Germany was defined by concordats that later gave a precise basis for protest of fascist violations. The Lateran Treaty of 1929, negotiated by Cardinal Gasparri, resolved the Roman Question with a financial settlement and restored papal sovereignty over Vatican City. This modus vivendi asserted the Catholic character of the Italian state and allowed a nonpolitical role for Catholic Action, a lay movement founded by Pius in 1923. Violation of the treaty terms by Mussolini provoked an encyclical, Non Abbiamo Bisogno which denounced the claims of the totalitarian state. In 1933 the papacy negotiated a concordat with Nazi Germany; later, however, Pius condemned the Third Reich's "aggressive neopaganism" in the encyclical Mit Brennender Sorge. The encyclical Divini Redemptoris condemned communism. Forty years after Leo XIII's encyclical on the social question, Pius XI issued Quadragesimo anno which elaborated the church's position on social and economic reform; it called for justice and charity in all endeavors and stressed Christian social action. As pastor, Pius XI appointed native bishops to many of the Asian hierarchies and founded colleges at Rome for the Eastern Rites. For the tenth anniversary of the Lateran Treaty, Pius XI drafted a discourse that presumably condemned totalitarianism in the strongest terms. After his death, however, his successor, Pius XII (Eugenio Pacelli, secretary of state from 1930), decided not to deliver the speech on the eve of World War II." http://listserv.american.edu/catholic/church/papal/pius.xi/pius.xi.info.html

Too perfectly priceless for words.

And, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my fiancy

and bear it with you morn till life's e'en and,

of course, when never you make usage of it, listen, please kindly think galways again or again, never forget, of one absendee not sester Maggy.

Ahim. That's the stupidest little cough. Only be sure you don't catch your cold and pass it on to us.

And, since levret bounds and larks is soaring, don't be all the night.

 

And this, Joke, a sprig of blue speedwell just a spell of floralora so you'll mind your veronique.

Of course, Jer, I know you know who sends it, presents that please, mercy, on the face of the waters like that film obote, awfly charmig of course, but it doesn't do her justice, apart from her cattiness, in the magginbottle.

Of course, please too write, won't you, and leave your little bag of doubts, inquisitive, behind you unto your utterly thine,

and, thank you, forward it back by return pigeon's pneu to the loving in case I couldn't think who it was

or any funforall happens I'll be so curiose to see in the Homesworth breakfast tablotts as I'll know etherways by pity bleu if it's good for my system,

what exquisite buttons, gorgiose, in case I don't hope to soon hear from you.

And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on.

I will tie a knot in my stringamejip to letter you with my silky paper,

as I am given now to understand it will be worth my price in money one day

so don't trouble to ans unless sentby special as I am getting his pay and wants for nothing so I can live simply and solely for my wonderful kinkless and its loops of loveliness.

When I throw away my rollets there's rings for all.

Flee a girl, says it is her colour.

So does B and L and as for V!

And listen to it! Cheveluir! So distant you're always. Bow your boche! Absolutely perfect!

I will pack my comb and mirror to praxis oval owes and artless awes

and it will follow you pulpicly

 

as far as come back under all my eyes like my sapphire chaplets of ringarosary

I will say for you to the Allmichael and solve qui pu while the dovedoves pick my mouthbuds (msch! msch!)

with nurse Madge, my linkingclass girl, she's a fright, poor old dutch, in her sleeptalking when I paint the measles on her and mudstuskers to make her a man.

  • We've been together now for forty years, / And it don't seem a day too much. / No, there ain't a lidy livin' in the land / That I'd swap for my dear old Dutch. / No, there ain't a lidy livin' in the land / That I'd swap for my dear old Dutch.
  • sleepwalking
  • moustaches (280l.23: ‘Sally’ painted moustaches on ‘Christine’ while she was asleep)
   

We. We. Issy done that, I confesh!

But you'll love her for her hessians and sickly black stockies, cleryng's jumbles, salvadged from the wash, isn't it the cat's tonsils!

Simply killing, how she tidies her hair!

I call her Sosy because she's sosiety for me and she says sossy while I say sassy and she says will you have some more scorns while I say won't you take a few more schools and she talks about ithel dear while I simply never talk about athel darling;

she's but nice for enticing my friends and she loves your style considering she breaksin me shoes for me when I've arch trouble and she would kiss my white arms for me so gratefully but apart from that she's terribly nice really, my sister, round the elbow of Erne street Lower

and I'll be strictly forbidden always and true in my own way and private where I will long long to betrue you along with one who will so betrue you that not once while I betreu him not once well he be betray himself.

 

Can't you understand? O bother, I must tell the trouth!

My latest lad's loveliletter I am sore I done something with.

I like him lots coss he never cusses.

Pity bonhom. Pip pet. I shouldn't say he's pretty but I'm cocksure he's shy.

Why I love taking him out when I unletched his cordon gate.

Ope, Jack, and atem! Obealbe myodorers and he dote so.

He fell for my lips, for my lisp, for my lewd speaker.

I felt for his strength, his manhood, his do you mind?

There can be no candle to hold to it, can there?

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 passionflower

(O the wicked untruth! whot a tell! that he has bought me in his wellingtons what you haven't got!),

in one of those pure clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, Arrah of the passkeys, no matter what.

You may be certain of that, fluff, now I know how to tackle.

Lock my mearest next myself.

So don't keep me now for a good boy for the love of my fragrant saint,

you villain, peppering with fear, my goodless graceless,

or I'll first murder you but, hvisper,

meet me after by next appointment near you know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor fool's circuts of lovemountjoy square to show my disrespects now, let me just your caroline for you, I must really so late.

Sweet pig, he'll be furious!

How he stalks to simself louther and lover, immutating aperybally.

My prince of the courts who'll beat me to love!

To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Bid me to live, and I will live / Thy protestant to be; /  Or bid me love, and I will give  / A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind, /  A heart as sound and free, / As in the whole world thou canst find, / That heart I'll give to thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, / To honour thy decree; / Or bid it languish quite away, /  And 't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep, / While I have eyes to see; / And having none, yet I will keep / A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair, / Under that cypress tree; / Or bid me die, and I will dare / E'en death, to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart, / The very eyes of me; / And hast command of every part, / To live and die for thee.

And I'll be there when who knows where with the objects of which I'll knowor forget. We say. Trust us. Our game. (For fun!)

The Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you deny.

Whoevery heard of such a think?

Till the ulmost of all elmoes shall stele our harts asthone!

And Mrs A'Mara makes it up and befriends with Mrs O'Morum! I will write down all your names in my gold pen and ink.

Everyday, precious, while m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's Messonge-book

I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass stream

(but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!)

 

under the libans and the sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias,

where the frondoak rushes to the ask

and the yewleaves too kisskiss themselves and 'twill carry on my hearz'waves my still waters reflections in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her Quaidy ways and her Flavin hair, to thee, Jack, ahoy, beyond the boysforus.

Splesh of hiss splash springs your salmon.

Twick twick, twinkle twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon lex leap will smile on my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmind.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, / How I wonder what you are. / Up above the world so high, / Like a diamond in the sky. / Twinkle, twinkle, little star, / How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone, / When he nothing shines upon, / Then you show your little light, / Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. /
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, / How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveler in the dark / Thanks you for your tiny spark; / He could not see which way to go, / If you did not twinkle so. / Twinkle, twinkle, little star, / How I wonder what you are!

And what's this I was going to say, dean?

O, I understand. Listen, here I'll wait on thee till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more stuesser flavoured than Vanilla and blackcurrant there's a cure in, like a born gentleman till you'll resemble me, all the time you're awhile way, I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas!

And listen, joey, don't be ennoyed with me,

my old evernew,

when, by the end of your chapter, you citch water on the wagon for me being turned a star I'll dubeurry my two fesces under Pouts Vanisha Creme, their way for spilling cream,

and, accent, umto extend my personnalitey to the latents, I'll boy me for myself only of expensive rainproof of pinked elephant's breath grey

of the loveliest sheerest dearest widowshood over airforce blue I am so wild for, my precious once, Hope Bros., Faith Street, Charity Corner, as the bee loves her skyhighdeed, for I always had a crush on heliotrope since the dusess of yore cycled round the Finest Park, and listen.

And never mind me laughing at what's atever!

I was in the nerves but it's my last day.

Always about this hour, I'm sorry, when our gamings for Bruin and Noselong

is all oh you tease and afterdoon my lickle pussiness I stheal heimlick

in my russians from the attraction part with my terriblitall boots calvescatcher Pinchapoppapoff, who is going to be a jennyroll, at my nape, drenched, love, with dripping to affectionate slapmamma but last at night, look,

after my golden violents wetting in my upperstairs splendidly welluminated

 

with such lidlylac curtains wallpapered

to match the cat and a fire-please

keep looking of priceless pearlogs I just want to see will he or are all Michales like that, I'll strip straight after devotions before his fondstare and I mean it too,

(thy gape to my gazing I'll bind and makeleash)

and poke stiff under my isonbound with my soiedisante-chineknees cheeckchubby chambermate for the night's foreign males and your name of Shane will come forth between my shamefaced

whesen with other lipth I nakest open my thight when just woken by his toccatootletoo my first morning.

So now, to thalk thildish,

thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay one little player before doing to deed.

An a tiss to the tassie for lu and for tu!

Coach me how to tumble, Jaime, and listen, with supreme regards, Juan, in haste, warn me which to ah ah ah ah....

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