Back again, bouyed by breezy comments from Aeolus’s margins, we fly. If you missed the previous flight, catch it here. This may be a bumpy ride, so please stow your luggage securely and put your trays in the upright positions.
“Practice dwindling. A mighthavebeen. Losing heart.”– such a sad fellow.
“Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same breath.”– are they Mary Poppins then?
“Is he taking anything for it?”– a good question.
“shite and onions”– such a disgusting phrase! What did onions ever do to you?
onions are lovely. leave them alone.
“Get a grip of them by the stomach.”– I agree. good advice. hopefully not using the shite and onions, though. eww.
“The editor’s blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom’s face, shadowed by a smile.”– Why, what does Secret Squirrel here know?
Is this really a picture of the Editor and Leopold Bloom?
“My Ohio.”– ooooooo ooo hio– where North Cork won every time [sung to tune of “Oklahoma”]
“He took a reel of dental floss…”– ok, nice to see him flossing, but such poor manners!
“Who wants a dead cert for the God cup? he asked”– how are the odds on the choirboys handicap? Bertie Wooster wants to place a bet with Pongo.
“There’s a hurricane blowing.”– listen, bub. You don’t know nothin’ ’bout no hurricanes.
“We are the boys of Wexford…”– I’d rather have David from “Newsies” singing here: “Open the gates and seize the day…”
give me David anyday over random Ulysses urchins
“He’ll get that advertisement”– why is Leo so motivated here? does he work on commission?
“Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn.”– according to Hanff, the English would light cigs only off of other peoples. they would never ask for a match.
“Thanky vous”– well, aren’t we just too Gallic for words!
“Silence for my brandnew riddle”– booooogus!
“We mustn’t be led away by words, by sounds of words.”– Pah-lease! That is all that J.J. does!
“The Roman, like the Englishman who follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on which he set his food… only his cloacal obsession”– Do you have a flag?
“First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready?”– Poor guy can’t get a word in edgewise.
“Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety”– sounds like a naughty poem by Blake.
“Lenehan said to all:”– Why is a raven like a writing desk?
“He comes, pale vampire”– is he sparkly?
“The bloodiest old tartar God ever made.”– Ah, She Who Must Be Obeyed.
“O’Rourke, prince of Breffni”– yes, yes, we’ve had all of this already. get on with it!
“We were always loyal to lost causes.”– ah, like Evan Tanner.
“But the Greek!”– For all our faults, we loooove our Greeks. [sung to a tune from Pirates of Penzance]
“Pyrrhus”– without Thisbe?
“LENEHAN’S LIMERICK”– I like Carl Kasell’s better.
“Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.”– Those Blasted Sheets and Tissues!
“The Rose of Castille”– groan. awful. though, better than Stevie’s from earlier.
“YOU CAN DO IT!”– why does this remind me of those Python letters to the editor?
And I shall leave you, dears, with one of my favorite bits of flying humor. Enjoy.