20 minute lifetime in "Taming of a Shrew"

In "Taming of a Shrew," a lord plays a trick on Christopher Sly (a drunken tinker and beggar.) Finding him passed out by an alehouse, the lord orders his servants take him, dress him in fine clothes, and tell him he is a lord when he wakes up. One of the servants, Bartholomew, dresses up in female attire and acts as his wife and lady. The actual lord then has a troupe of Players put on entertainment, during which Sly falls asleep. The lord says:
My lord's
Asleep again: go take him easily up,
And put him in his own apparel again,
And lay him in the place where we did find him,
Just underneath the alehouse side below,
But see you wake him not in any case.

When Sly reawakes, he has the following conversation with the Tapster who was unaware of his brief sojourn:

SLY
Sim, gi's some more wine. What's all the players gone?
Am not I a lord?

TAPSTER
A lord with a murrain. Come, art thou drunken still?

SLY
Who's this? Tapster? O Lord, sirrah, I have had the bravest dream tonight that ever thou heardest in all thy life.

TAPSTER
Ay, marry, but you had best get you home, for your wife will course you for dreaming here tonight.

SLY
Will she? I know now how to tame a shrew.

Vico road, Dalkey.

Stephen's lesson on Pyrrhus (Ulysses 20).

Vico, Giambattista: via Wiki
"Vico argues in the Scienza Nuova that civilization develops in a recurring cycle (ricorso) of three ages: the divine, the heroic, and the human. Each age exhibits distinct political and social features and can be characterized by master tropes or figures of language. The giganti of the divine age rely on metaphor to compare, and thus comprehend, human and natural phenomena. In the heroic age, metonymy and synecdoche support the development of feudal or monarchic institutions embodied by idealized figures. The final age is characterized by popular democracy and reflection via irony; in this epoch, the rise of rationality leads to barbarie della reflessione or barbarism of reflection, and civilization descends once more into the poetic era. Taken together, the recurring cycle of three ages – common to every nation – constitutes for Vico a storia ideale eterna or ideal eternal history."

Liss liss o liss

"Ahem! There's Ada, Bett, Celia, Delia, Ena, Fretta, Gilda, Hilda, Ita, Jess, Katty, Lou, (they make me cough as sure as I read them) Mina, Nippa, Opsy, Poll, Queeniee, Ruth, Saucy, Trix, Una, Vela, Wanda, Xenia, Yva, Zulma, Phoebe, Thelma. And Mee!" (147).

Why does he end the alphabet with xyz . . . pt and mee. that makes 29 rather than 26 letters.
And before he lisss off his alphabet of names, Joyce writes, "And my waiting twenty classbirds, sitting on their stiles! Let me finger their eurhythmytic. And you'll see if I'm selfthought. They're all of them out to please. Wait! In the name of. And all the holly. And some the mistle and it Saint Yves. Hoost!"

But there's not 20 classbirds, there are 28. I think I'm missing the point.

Groundhog Day-feb2

I woke up with a jolt to say the least. I am usually not too deep a sleeper come about 6am, but Feb 2 was different. It was 8am, and Reid, holding our cat Gosu, said, "I missed class!" I had intended to get up at 6 with him in honor of Groundhog day, but both of us slept straight through his alarm. After talking to Sam, I realize I am 1/2 way redeemed because I woke at 8 to honor Bloomsday (even though that's Jun16.)? Anyhow, I made myself a breakfast sandwich like i do every morning - 2 eggs, 2 pieces bacon, 1 bagel. Then, I sat down with coffee and did a few hours of homework. 19th c. british literature at 11am. I parked on 3rd street where i always park, slipped a few times on the icy sidewalks where no one shovels the snow, and then talked about binaries in "The Coming Race" for 1.25 hrs. After class my shakespeare group met on a porch on 13th street and read Much ado about nothing outloud. my feet froze. Gave 2 people rides back to campus. Visited the bookstore to purchase more texts for class. Someone tried to be overly helpful.
Drove home. by this time it is nearly 2pm. Reid and i went to laparilla for a blackwater bayou and 1jambalaya, always the same. they knew what he wanted before he ordered. then to smiths for the atm machine. then home again. had a long conversation about careers and how on earth we were to make use of our majors (his being physics, mine obviously being lit.) I then read ulysses for a few hours before receiving a text message from abby asking if i was at sams yet. at 7pm we met at sams to watch the skin of our teeth over a few glasses of malbec, and to be reminded that today was just yesterday all over again. we watched sabina run the show and discussed how inordinately funny it would be if the actors could ever actually make the audience truly believe that the entire cast had fallen ill due to food poisoning. Olie watched sam's feet and growled and barked. Copper snuggled with abby and by the end of the play was in bliss with a wonderful mohawk hairdo. then sutter taught us about ineluctable modality, diaphane and adiaphane, snotgreen - the mother inside of us, and all in only 1 paragraph! the beginning of proteus, stephen's walk by the water.
sutter and sam gifted me my very own copy of finnegans wake that i can write in! THANk YOU.
Drove home with 1 headlight - need to get that fixed. Read more ulysses and shakespeare. went to bed.
And after all that, i still didn't get everything done I needed to get done.
Happy anniversary Dr. Sexson

Brown Gods

"I was grateful for her company, even though my river was too brown for her liking. 'You can imagine all that's been dumped into it'" (Nooteboom 32).

"I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river is a strong brown god . . . reminder of what men choose to forget" (Eliot 35).

Initially I did not understand why (aside from geographical reasons) the river was a strong brown god. Yes, waters are strong; waters are god-like and extremely powerful in the form of a river; but why brown? Like I said, I realize rivers are muddied from the earth. But I like this new way of looking at a river as the gauge of how well one has muddied one's own life. It's good to get dirty.

Bedroom Inventory Upon Waking

When I wake up, there always lingers a moment of blurry consciousness—an in between state when my senses turn on but I don't quite have the presence of mind to open my eyes quite yet. Then, once I do have that presence of mind, I choose not to open them, but pull the comforters in close. This is my favorite time of day (unless of course I did not go to bed early enough.) At this point, my senses all begin to register stimuli. Usually a pair of warm arms encircles me to say good morning. I suddenly realize the dim light on my brown bedside chest. After that, the alarm's chimes, which are too soft to actually wake you up) become audible. Reid's sister gave us this alarm clock for Christmas, and it simulates sunrise. The light begins to gradually fade into the room about 30 minutes prior to the time for which I actually set the alarm. It's really wonderful. Back to the waking senses: I hear a very high-pitched meow from the crevice at the bottom of our door. It is Gosu, our kitty. And then a more standard meow hits the air from the mouth of Thizzle. Then, depending on the day, one or both flying cats bellyflop against the door voraciously. I laugh, and emotions become part of my day. I slip out of Reid's warmth to shower. The white sheets slide off of me and the cold air hits me with a barrage of goosebumps. The grey carpet pile is deep and brushes between my toes. And then, all I hear and see is water until breakfast. Breakfast happens to be the same every morning. Bagel sandwiches with 2 eggs and 2 pieces of bacon. As Reid says, it's about everything you could ever want all in one little package. It is SO good. Especially with coffee. I get extraordinarily excited about it.

Rewind a little.
If, in fact, I did not go to bed at a reasonable hour (which happens more than I would prefer) then the first thing I really see, feel, hear, taste, smell is water, just water everywhere. I hear the gush of noise pour through the pipes and then the dispersing funnels of the showerhead whisper at me. The air smells thick. I see shimmers light the air. And the world is humid and wet, and somehow it feels as if little grains of sand spatter my skin.
Then, of course, clothes, kitty snuggles, the news, and breakfast (same as above.)

p.s.
this is Gosu. with nabokov in the corner.






and this is Thizzle. literally hanging out in the window

I have found this helpful:

A General Vocabulary of Latin