humanities.lit.authors.shakespeare

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Dennis wrote:
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>
> According to the local tradition, he asked the King (Charles I) to
> grant him a favour. "What is it?" said the King -- "Give me eighteen
> inches of square ground." "Where?" asked the King. -- "In Westminster
> Abbey." This is one explanation given of the story that he was buried
> standing upright. Another is that it was in view to his readiness for
> the Resurrection . . . . This stone [covering his grave] was taken up
> when, in 1821, the Nave was repaved, and was brought back from the
> stoneyard of the clerk of the works, in the time of Dean Buckland, by
> whose order it was fitted into its present place in the north wall of
> the Nave. Meanwhile, the original spot had been marked by a small
> triangular lozenge, with a copy of the old inscription. When, in 1819,
> Sir Robert Wilson was buried close by, the loose sand of Jonson's
> grave (to use the expression of the clerk of the works who
> superintended the operation) "rippled in like a quicksand," and the
> clerk "saw the two leg-bones of Jonson, fixed bolt upright in the
> sand, as though the body had been buried in the upright position; and
> the skull came rolling down among the sand, from a position above the
> leg-bones, to the bottom of the newly-made grave. There was still hair
> upon it, and it was of a red colour." It was seen once more on the
> digging of John Hunter's grave; and "it had still traces of red hair
> upon it. The world long wondered that he should lie buried from the
> rest of the poets and want a tomb." This monument, in fact, was to
> have been erected by subscription soon after his death, but was
> delayed by the breaking-out of the Civil War. The present medallion
> in Poets' Corner was set up in the middle of the last century by
> "a person of quality, whose name was desired to be concealed." By a
> mistake of the sculptor, the buttons were set on the
> left side of the coat. Hence this epigram --
>
> O rare Ben Jonson-what a turncoat grown!
> Thou ne'er wast such, till clad in stone:
> Then let not this disturb thy sprite,
> Another age shall set thy buttons right.
>
> -- STANLEY, ARTHUR PENRHYN, 1867-96, Historical Memorials of
> Westminster Abbey, pp. 288, 289.
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[Scene: Pete's luncheonette. Jerry and George are sitting at a table.]

JERRY: Seems to me, that button is in the worst possible spot.
[talking about George's shirt] The second

button literally makes or breaks the shirt, look at it: it's too high!
It's in no-man's-land, you look like

you live with your mother.
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Thomas Dekker _The *SHOEMAKER'S* Holiday_ Act III Scene I
=2E
FIRK: Mum, *HERE COMES* my dame and my master. She'll scold,
on my life, for loitering this *MONday* : but *all's one* ,
let them all say what they can, *MONday's our holiday*
=2E
MARG. : You sing, Sir Sauce, but I beshrew your heart,
=2E I fear, for this your singing we shall smart.
=2E
FIRK. Smart for me, dame; why, dame, why?
=2E
*HODGE*: Master, I hope you'll not suffer my dame
=2E to take down your journeymen.
=2E
FIRK: If she take me down, I'll take her up;
yea, and take her down too, a *BUTTON-hole* lower.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 1, Scene 3
=2E
LAERTES: The canker galls the infants of the spring,
=2E Too oft before their *BUTTONS* be disclosed,
=2E And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
=2E Contagious blastments are most imminent.
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http://www.georgeszirtes.co.uk/index.php?page=3Dnews

<<*THOMAS BUSHELL*: "'Twas the fashion in those dayes for
Gentlemen to have their Suites of Clothes garnished with *BUTTONS*.
My Lord Bacon was then in Disgrace, and his Man *BUSHELL* having
more *BUTTONS* than usuall on his Cloake, etc, they sayd that
his Lord's breech made Buttons and *BUSHELL* wore them:
from whence he was called *BUTTOND BUSHELL* .".>>
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=2E King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)
=2E
Cap: Edmund is dead my Lord.
=2E
Alb: Thats but a trifle heere: you Lords and Noble friends,
=2E know our intent, what comfort to this decay may come, shalbe
=2E applied: for vs we will resigne during the life of this old
=2E maiesty to him our absolute power, you to your rights with
=2E BOOTE, and such addition as your honors haue more then
=2E merited, al friends shall taste the wages of their VERtuE,
=2E and all foes the CUp of their DEsERUings: O SEE, SEE.
=2E
Lear. And my poore foole is hangd: no, no life, why should
=2E a dog, a horse, a rat haue life, and thou no breath at all?
=2E O thou wilt come no more,
=2E *nEUER, nEUER, nEUER: pray vndo this BUTTON* ;
=2E thanke you sir, O, o, o, o, o.
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=2E Rip Van Winkle By Washington Irving
A Posthumous Writing of Diedrich Knickerbocker
=2E
On nearer approach, he was still more surprised at the singularity
of the STRANGEr's appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow,
with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of
the antique Dutch fashion'a cloth jerkin strapped around the
waist'sEVERal pair of breeches, the outer one of ample volume,
decorated with *ROWS of BUTTONS* down the sides,
and bunches at the knees.
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<Stratford-upon-Avon, the VERy hills and woods which the boy
Shakespeare had looked upon, the VERy church where his dust reposes,
nay, the VERy house where he was born, the threshold over which his
staggering footsteps carried him in infancy; the VERy stones where the
urchin played marbles and flogged tops.... It is a small grim-looking
house of bricks, bound, as was of old the fashion, with beams of oak
intersecting the bricks which are built into it and fill up its
interstices as the glass does in a window. The old tile roof is cast
by age, and twisted into all varieties of curvature. Half the house
has been modernised and made a butcher's shop. The street where it
stands is a simple-looking, short, EVERyday village street, with
houses mostly new, and consisting, like the Shakespeare house, of two
low stories, or rather a story and a half. Stratford itself is a
humble, pleasant-looking place, the residence as formerly of
woolcombers and other quiet artisans, except where they have brought
an
ugly black canal into it, and polluted this classical borough by the
presence of lighters or trackboats with famished horses, sooty
drivers, and heaps of coke and coal. It seems considerably larger and
less showy than Annan. Shakespeare, Breakspeare, and for aught I know
sundry other spears, are still common names in Warwickshire. I was
sTRUck on my arrival at Birmingham by a sign not far from Badams's,
indicating the abode of William Shakespeare, boot and shoe maker,
which boots and shoes the modern Shakespeare also professed his
ability to mend "cheap and NEATly." Homer, I afterwards discoVERED,
had settled in Birmingham as a *BUTTON* maker.
-- CARLYLE, THOMAS, 1824,
Letter to John Carlyle, Life, ed. Froude, vol. I. p. 191.
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BUTTON: A bad shilling, among coiners. His a-se makes *BUTTONS*;
he is ready to bewray himself through fear. CANT.
Source: 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue.
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[FW 208.20] a leadown here and there of royal swansruff:
=2E a brace of gaspers stuck in her hayrope *GARTERS* :
=2E her civvy codroy coat with alpheubett *BUTTONS*
=2E was boundaried round with a twobar tunnel belt:
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=2E As You Like It Act 3, Scene 2
=2E
ROSALIND: then your hose should be *unGARTERed* , your
=2E bonnet unbanded, your sleeve *unBUTTONED* , your
=2E shoe untied and EVERy thing about you demonstrating
=2E a careless desolation; but you are no such man;
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=2E The Comedy of Errors Act 4, Scene 2

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
=2E A devil in an EVERlasting garment hath him;
=2E One whose hard heart is *BUTTON'd up with steel* ;
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=2E King Lear Act 3, Scene 4
=2E
KING LEAR: Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer
=2E with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.
=2E Is man no more than this? Consider him well.
=2E *Thou owest the WORM no silk* ,
=2E the beast no hide, the sheep no wool,
=2E the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on
=2E 's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself:
=2E unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare,
=2E forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings!
=2E *COME UNBUTTON HERE* .
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=2E The Merry Wives of Windsor Act 3, Scene 2
=2E
Host: What say you to young Master *FENTON*? he capers,
=2E he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes VERsEs,
=2E he speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will
=2E carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his *BUTTONS*;
=2E he will carry't.
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Henry James. (1843'1916). The Portrait of a Lady.
=2E
Chapter X : She fixed her eyes upon him, and there was something in
their character that reminded him of *large polished *BUTTONS* ; he
seemed to see the reflection of surrounding objects upon the pupil.
The expression of a *BUTTON* is not usually deemed human, but there
was something in Miss Stackpole's gaze that made him, as he was
a VERy modest man, feel vaguely embarrassed and uncomfortable.
This sensation, it must be added, after he had spent a day or
two in her company, sensibly diminished, though it nEVER wholly
disappeared. 'I don't suppose that you are going to undertake
to persuade me that you are an American,' she said.
=2E
'To please you, I will be an Englishman, *I will be a TURK* !'
=2E
Chapter XII: He had summed up all this-the perversity of the impulse,
which had declined to avail itself of the most liberal opportunities
to subside, and the judgment of mankind, as exemplified particularly
in the more quickly-judging half of it; he had looked these things
well in the face, and then he had dismissed them from his thoughts.
He cared no more for them than *for the ROSEBUD in his *BUTTON*-
hole* .
=2E
Chapter XV: Landscapes by Turner and Assyrian bulls were
a poor substitute for the literary dinner-parties at which
she had hoped to meet the genius and renown of Great Britain.
=2E
'Where are your public men, where are your men and women of
intellect'' she inquired of Ralph, standing in the middle of Trafalgar
Square, as if she had supposed this to be a place where she would
naturally meet a few. 'That's one of them on the top of the column,
you say 'Lord Nelson' Was he a lord too? Wasn't he high enough, that
they had to stick him a hundred feet in the air' That's the past-I
don't care about the past; I want to see some of the leading minds of
the present. I won't say of the future, because I don't believe much
in your future.' Poor Ralph had few leading minds among his
acquaintance, and rarely enjoyed the pleasure of *BUTTON-holding* a
celebrity;
=2E
Chapter XXVI : This young lady was so *NEAT*, so complete in her
manner; and yet in character, as one could see, so innocent and
infantine. She sat on the sofa, by Isabel; she wore a small grenadine
mantle and a pair of the useful GLOVEs that Madame Merle had given
her'little grey GLOVEs, with a single *BUTTON*. She was like a sheet
of blank paper'the ideal jeune fille of foreign fiction. Isabel hoped
that so fair and smooth a PAGE would be coVERED with an edifying TEXT.
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*NEAT* , n. sing. & pl. [AS. ne['a]t; G. geniessen,
=2E Goth. niutan to have a share in, *have joy of* ]
=2E Cattle of the genus *BOS, OX*
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1634 - the legendary LT.HAMmond went
=2E to Stratford to visit a *NEAT* monument:
=2E
"A *NEAT* Monument of that famous English Poet,
Mr. William Shakespeere; who was borne HEERE."
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[S]hakespeare shall breathe & speak, with laurel crowned,
[W]hich *nEVER* fades; fed with Ambrosian meat
[I]n a well-line'd vesture rich and *NEAT* .
=2E
=2E -- [I.M.S.] (1632) 2nd Folio
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*NEAT* Terence, witty Plautus, - BEN Jonson (1623)
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=2E JULIUS CAESAR Act 1, Scene 1
=2E
TRULY, sir, all that I live by is with the awl:
I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's
=2E matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a
surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger,
I rEcoVER them. As proper men as *EVER* trod upon
=2E *NEAT's LEATHER* have gone upon my handiwork.
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=2E Aubrey on Francis Bacon: Viscount St. Albans
http://fly.hiwaay.net/~paul/bacon/biographies/aubrey.html
=2E
[Francis Bacon] was wont to say to his servant Hunt (who was a
notable thrifty man and loved this World, and the only Servant
he had that he could *nEVER gett to become BOUND* for him)
The World was made for man, Hunt, and not man for the World.
Hunt left an estate of 1000 pound per annum in Somerset.
=2E None of his servants durst appeare before him
=2E without Spanish LEATHER BOOTES; for
he would smelle the *NEATES LEATHER* , which offended him.
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STEPHANO (on Trinculo):
=2E
This is some monster of the isle with four legs,
who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil
should he learn our language' I will give him some
relief, if it be but for that. if I can rEcoVER him
and keep him tame and get to Naples with him,
=2E he's a present for any emperor
=2E that *EVER* trod on *NEAT'S LEATHER* .
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It was not without some pleasurable imaginations
that I saw Stratford-upon-Avon,
=2E
the VERy hills and woods which the boy Shakespeare had looked upon,
the VERy church where his dust reposes, nay,
the VERy house where he was born, the threshold
oVER which his staggering footsteps carried him in infancy;
the VERy stones where the urchin played marbles and flogged tops...
=2E
It is a small grim-looking house of BRICKS, bound, as was of old the
fashion, with beams of OAK intersecting the BRICKS which are built
into it and fill up its interstices as the GLASS does in a window.
The old tile roof is cast by age, and TWISTED into all varieties of
curvature. Half the house has been modernised and made a BUTCHER'S
shop. The street where it stands is a simple-looking, short, EVERyday
village street, with houses mostly new, and consisting, like the
Shakespeare house, of two low stories, or rather a story and a half.
Stratford itself is a humble, pleasant-looking place, the residence
as formerly of *WOOLCOMBERS and other quiet artisans* , except
where they have brought an ugly black canal into it, and polluted
this classical borough by the presence of lighters or trackboats
with famished horses, sooty driVERs, & heaps of coke and coal.
It seems considerably larger and less showy than Annan. Shakespeare,
Breakspeare, and for aught I know sundry other spears, are still
common names in Warwickshire. I was struck on my arrival at
Birmingham by a sign not far from Badams's, indicating
the abode of William Shakespeare, *BOOT and SHOE MAKER* ,
which boots and shoes the modern Shakespeare also
professed his ability to mend "cheap and *NEATly* ."
=2E
Homer, I afterwards discoVERED, had settled in Birmingham
as a *BUTTON* maker. -- CARLYLE, THOMAS, 1824,
=2E
Letter to John Carlyle, Life, ed. Froude, vol. I. p. 191.
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Thomas Dekker _The *SHOEMAKER'S* Holiday_ Act III Scene I
=2E
FIRK: Mum, *HERE COMES* my dame and my master. She'll scold,
on my life, for loitering this *MONday* : but *all's one* ,
let them all say what they can, *MONday's our holiday*
=2E
MARG. : You sing, Sir Sauce, but I beshrew your heart,
=2E I fear, for this your singing we shall smart.
=2E
FIRK. Smart for me, dame; why, dame, why?
=2E
HODGE: Master, I hope you'll not suffer my dame
=2E to take down your journeymen.
=2E
FIRK: If she take me down, I'll take her up;
yea, and take her down too, a *BUTTON-hole* lower.
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_RULES AND REGULATIONS_ by Lewis Carroll
=2E
Learn well your grammar,
And nEVER stammer,
Write well and *NEATly*,
And sing most sweetly,
Be enterprising,
Love early rising,
Go walk of six miles,
Have ready quick smiles,
With lightsome laughter,
Soft flowing after.
Drink tea, not coffee;
NEVER eat toffy.
Eat bread with butter.
Once more, don't stutter.
Don't waste your money,
Abstain from HONEY.
*SHUT DOORS* behind you,
(Don't slam them, mind you.)
Drink beer, not porter.
Don't enter the water
Till to swim you are able.
Sit close to the table.
Take care of a candle.
*SHUT A DOOR* by the handle,
Don't push with your shoulder
Until you are older.
Lose not a *BUTTON* .
Refuse cold mutton.
Starve your canaries.
Believe in fairies.
If you are able,
Don't have a stable
With any mangers
Be rude to strangers.
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Up Scrooge went, not caring a *BUTTON* for that. Darkness is
cheap, and Scrooge liked it. But before he *SHUT his heavy DOOR* ,
he walked through his rooms to see that all was right. He had
just enough recollection of the face to desire to do that.
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=2E Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 1, Scene 3
=2E
LAERTES: The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
=2E If she unmask her beauty to the *MOON* :
=2E Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
=2E The canker galls the infants of the spring,
=2E Too oft before their *BUTTONS* be disclosed,
=2E And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
=2E Contagious blastments are most imminent.
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<was the son of Miles *BUTTON* of Worleton in Glamorganshire, Wales.
*BUTTON* saw his first naval service in 1588 or 1589, and by 1601,
when the Spanish fleet invaded Ireland, he had become captain
of the pinnace "MOON." He acquitted himself with sufficient
distinction to win commendation and a lifetime pension of 6 shillings
8 pence. The following year he commanded a privateer, the *WYLLOBY* ,
in the West Indies. In 1612 *BUTTON* was made a member of the North
West Company and given the command of an expedition of two ships--the
"Resolution" and the "Discovery"--to North America to try to find and
rescue Henry Hudson, whom mutineers had put adrift in a small boat;
Button was also to carry on further exploration of the Northwest
Passage. The expedition entered Hudson Strait, where he named
Resolution Island for his own vessel. The company found no trace
of Hudson but made its way through the strait and southwest
across Hudson Bay to Nelson River, where it spent a brutal winter.
Many men died, including *BUTTON*'s sailing master, for whom the
river is named. In the spring and through the summer of 1613
*BUTTON* and his crew continued their explorations discovering
and naming *SOUTHAMPTON Island for Henry Wriothesley* then sailing
for home in August. *BUTTON* was knighted in 1616. He did not return
to Canada, although he remained in service. He was a rear admiral
in the campaign of 1620-21 against the pirates of the Algerian
coast.>>
=2E
ANTONIO: The man i' the MOON's too slow--till new-born chins
=2E Be rough and razorable; she that--from whom'
=2E We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
=2E And by that destiny to perform an act
=2E Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
=2E In yours and my discharge.
=2E
GONZALO: You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would
=2E lift the MOON out of her sphere, if she would
=2E continue in it *FIVE WEEKS* without changing.
=2E
http://www.britannica.com/bcom/eb/article/idxref/8/0,5716,654685,00.html
http://www.britannica.com/bcom/eb/article/8/0,5716,70688+1,00.html
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=2E The Late Mr. Shakespeare by Robert Nye Chap. 63
=2E
From the start, from the moment when they meet together, you
can see that two of these four men are ruffians, and one is not.
It is none of these three, howEVER, that you can't look away from.
The fourth man, the victim, he is the natural magnet for your gaze,
It is not just his sombre velvet doublet, his gold lace,
It is not even that glittering ring hanging from his left ear,
nor *the gold *BUTTONS* that seem far beyond his station.
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http://www.hdg.de/eurovisionen/images/popup/marlowe.jpg
http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/3/4/0/13403/13403-h/images/etr002.png
=2E
The Corpus Christi portrait is yet another *BUTTON* in Oxford's cap:
=2E
http://home.iprolink.ch/dpeck/pictures/ccd-oxford1.jpg
http://worldroots.com/brigitte/gifs12/edwardvere1550.jpg
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SHAKE-SPEARE dies at age 52 : *SUN*
__ MAR-LO __ dies at age 29 : *MOON*
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http://www2.prestel.co.uk/rey/epitaph.htm
http://www.geocities.com/chr_marlowe/shakespeare_epitaphs.html
=2E
<of *BUTTONS* - 29, which might represent the 29 years
Marlowe lived in England and his 29 years of exile.>>
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<and a misshapen face. In addition, his version of Superman's
famous S-shield is usually backwards. Bizarro wears a *BUTTON*
that said "Bizarro #1", in order to distinguish himself
from the other failed Superman clones on Htrae.>>
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Sir Walter Scott _Guy Mannering_ Chapter II
=2E
Henry the Fourth, Part I. '' COMES me cranking in,
=2E And cuts me from the best of all my land
=2E *A huge half-MOON, a monstrous cantle out*
=2E
Donohoe BERTRAM, with somewhat of an Irish name, and somewhat of
an Irish temper, succeeded to the diminished property of Ellangowan.
He turned out of doors the Rev. Aaron Macbriar, his mother's chaplain
(it is said they QUARRELLED about the good graces of a milkmaid),
drank
himself daily drunk with brimming healths to the king, council, and
bishops; held orgies with the Laird of Lagg, Theophilus Oglethorpe,
and Sir James Turner; and lastly, took his grey gelding and joined
Clavers at Killiecrankie. At the skirmish of Dunkeld, 1689, he was
*shot dead by a Cameronian with a SILVER *BUTTON* (being supposed
to have proof from the Evil One against lead and steel),
and his grave is still called, the 'Wicked Laird's Lair.'
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[Scene: Pete's luncheonette. Jerry and George are sitting at a table.]
=2E
JERRY: Seems to me, that *BUTTON* is in the WORST possible spot.
[talking about George's shirt] The second *BUTTON* literally
makes or breaks the shirt, look at it: it's too high!
It's in *NO-MAN's-LAND* , you look like you live with your mother.
=2E
GEORGE: Are you through' [kind of irritated]
=2E
JERRY: You do of course try on, when you buy'
=2E
GEORGE: Yes, it was purple, I liked it,
=2E I don't actually recall considering the *BUTTONS*
=2E
JERRY: Oh, you don't recall'
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Laurence Sterne. _A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy_
=2E
=2E Le Dimanche. Paris
=2E
IT was Sunday; and when La Fleur came in, in the morning, with
my coffee and roll and butter, he had got himself so gallantly
array'd, I scarce knew him. I had convenanted at Montriul to
give him a new hat with *a SILVER *BUTTON* and loop, and four
Louis d'ors pour s' adoniser, when we got to Paris; and
the poor fellow, to do him justice, had done wonders with it.
=2E
=2E. The Monk. Calais
=2E
I HAD scarce utter'd the words, when a poor monk of the order of
St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent.
*NO MAN* cares to have his virtues the sport of contingencies'or
one man may be generous, as another man is puissant'sed non quo ad
hanc'or be it as it may'for there is no regular reasoning upon the
ebbs and flows of our humors; they may depend upon the same causes,
for aught I know, which influence the tides themselves''t would oft
be no discredit to us, to suppose it was so; I'm sure at least for
myself, that in many a case I should be more highly satisfied to
have it said by the world, 'I had had *an affair with the MOON* ,
in which there was neither sin nor shame,' than have it pass
altogether as my own act and deed, wherein there was so much of both.
'But be this as it may. The moment I cast my eyes upon him, I was
predetermined not to give him a single sou; and accordingly I put my
purse into my pocket' *BUTTON'd* it up'set myself a little more upon
my center, and advanced up gravely to him: there was something,
I fear, forbidding in my look: I have his figure this moment before
my eyes, and think there was that in it which DEsERVED better.
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=2E HEERE RESTETH YE BODY OF THOMAS
=2E NASHE, ESQ. HE MAR. ELIZABETH, THE
=2E DAVG : & HEIRE OF IOHN *HALLE* , GENT.
=2E HE DIED APRILL 4. A. 1647. AGED 53.
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=2E George Frideric Handel
=2E Born: *HALLE* , February 23, 1685
=2E Died: London, April 14, 1759
=2E
"...the greatest composer who EVER lived.
I would bare my head and kneel at his grave"
=2E -- Ludwig van Beethoven (1824)
=2E
On Dec. 5, 1704 Handel fought a sword duel with composer Johann
Mattheson after refusing to turn over harpsichord during performance
of Mattheson's opera, Cleopatra (in which H conducted until M's
stage death as ANTONIUS). It is told that during the swordplay,
*George Frideric Handel was saved by a metal *BUTTON* on
his coat that deflected Mattheson's mortally-directed blade.
=2E
Handel was Born 50 miles from Eisenach, Bach's birthplace in
the same year as Bach. Although the two nEVER met, in one of the
curious ironies of music history, both would be afflicted with
cataracts in their old age, undergo surgery at the hand of the
same oculist, *John TAYLOR* , and die from sepsimia induced as
a consequence of un-sterile instruments employed to push the
cataract coVERED lens back into the eyeball (in an attempt to
allow some light to enter). http://www2.nau.edu/~tas3/handel.html
=2E....................................................
*EDWARD EVEREtt HALE* (1822'1909). The Man without a Country.
=2E
I SUPPOSE that VERy few casual readers of the 'New York Herald'
of August 13, 1863, observed, *in an obscure corner* ,
among the 'Deaths,' the announcement,'
=2E
=2E 'NOLAN. Died, on board U. S. Corvette 'Levant,' Lat. 2=B0
=2E 11' S., Long. 131=B0 W., on the 11th of May, PHILIP NOLAN.'
=2E
I happened to observe it, because I was stranded at the old Mission
House in Mackinaw, waiting for a Lake Superior steamer which did not
choose to come, and I was devouring to the VERy STUBBLE all the
current literature I could get hold of, even down to the deaths and
marriages in the 'Herald.' My memory for names and people is good, and
the reader will see, as he goes on, that I had reason enough to
remember Philip Nolan. There are hundreds of readers who would have
paused at that announcement, if the officer of the 'Levant' who
reported it had chosen to make it thus: 'Died, May 11, THE MAN WITHOUT
A COUNTRY.' For it was as 'The Man without a Country' that poor Philip
Nolan had generally been known by the officers who had him in
charge during some fifty years, as, indeed, by all the men who sailed
under them. I dare say there is many a man who has taken wine with him
once a fortnight, in a three years' cruise, who nEVER knew that his
name was 'Nolan,' or whether the poor wretch had any name at
all. .........................................................
Then the captain always asked him to dinner on Monday. EVERy mess in
succession took up the invitation in its turn. According to the size
of the ship, you had him at your mess more or less often at dinner.
His breakfast he ate in his own state-room,'he always had a state-
room,'which was where a sentinel or somebody on the watch could see
the door. And whatEVER else he ate or drank, he ate or drank alone.
Sometimes, when the marines or
sailors had any special jollification, they were permitted to invite
*Plain-BUTTONS* , as they called him. Then Nolan was sent with some
officer, and the men were forbidden to speak of home while he was
there. I believe the theory was that the sight of his punishment did
them good. They called him *Plain-BUTTONS* ,' because, while he always
chose to wear a regulation army-uniform, he was not permitted to wear
the *army-BUTTON*, for the reason that it BORE either the initials or
the insignia of the country he had disowned.
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Lynne: I still have a USS Hopper *BUTTON* somewhere.
Rather a strange accessory for a Canuck.
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Henry Fielding. The History of Tom Jones.
Book XIII. Containing the Space of Twelve Days
V. An Adventure Which Happened to Mr. Jones at His Lodgings
=2E
Such, therefore, were properly called the men of wit and pleasure; but
I question whether the same appellation may, with the same propriety,
be given to those young gentlemen of our times, who have the same
ambition to be distinguished for parts. Wit certainly they have
nothing to do with. To give them their due, they soar a step higher
than their predecessors, and may be called men of wisdom and vert=F9
(take heed you do not read virtue). Thus at an age when the gentlemen
above mentioned employ their time in toasting the charms of a woman,
or in making sonnets in her praise; in giving their opinion of *a play
at the theatre, or of a poem at Will's or *BUTTON's* ; these gentlemen
are considering the methods to bribe a corporation, or meditating
speeches for the House of Commons, or rather for the magazines. *But
the science of gaming* is that which above all others employs their
thoughts. These are the studies of their graver hours, while for their
amusements they have the vast circle of connoisseurship, painting,
music, statuary, and natural philosophy, or rather unnatural, which
deals in the wonderful, and knows nothing of Nature, except *her
monsters and imperfections*
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=2E Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 2, Scene 2
=2E
GUILDENSTERN: Happy, in that we are not OVER-happy;
=2E On fortune's cap we are not the *VERy BUTTON* .
=2E
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=2E Romeo and Juliet Act 2, Scene 4
=2E
MERCUTIO: More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
=2E the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
=2E you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
=2E proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
=2E the third in your bosom: the *VERy BUTCHER* of a silk
=2E *BUTTON*, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
=2E VERy first house, of the first and second cause:
=2E ah, the immortal passado! the punto REVERso! the hai!
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=2E King Henry IV, Part i Act 2, Scene 4
=2E
PRINCE HENRY: Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, *crystal-BUTTON*
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Sir Walter Scott. (1771'1832). Guy Mannering.
=2E
Chapter XXXII : A man may see how this world goes with no eyes.
-Look with thine ears: See how yon justice rails upon yon simple
thief. Hark in thine ear'Change places; and, handy-dandy,
which is the justice, which is the thief' - King Lear.
=2E
*TROTH* , sir, I canna weel say 'I nEVER take heed whether
my company be lang or short, if they make a lang bill.'
=2E 'And if they do not, you can do that for them, eh, Mrs.
Mac-Candlish''ha! ha! ha!'But this young man that I inquire
after was upwards of six feet high, had a dark frock, with
metal *BUTTONS* , light-brown hair unpowdered, blue eyes,
and a straight nose, travelled on foot, had no servant or
baggage'you surely can remember having seen such a traveller''
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Thomas Shelton's The History of the Valorous &
Witty Knight-Errant Don Quixote of the Mancha The Second Part
=2E
CHAPTER V: Of the Wise and Pleasant Discourse that passed betwixt
Sancho Panza and his Wife Teresa Panza, and other Accidents worthy of
Happy Remembrance 'What a coil you keep!' quoth Teresa; 'for all that,
I fear this *EARLDOM* will be my daughter's undoing; yet do what ye
will, make her duchess or princess, it shall not be with my consent; I
have always loved equality, and I cannot abide to see folks take upon
'em without grounds. I was christened Teresa, without welt or gard,
nor additions of Don or Dona; my father's name was Cascaio, and
because I am your wife they call me Teresa
Panza, for indeed they should have called me Teresa Cascaio. But great
ones may do what they list, and I am well enough content with this
name, without putting any Don upon it, to make it more troublesome,
that I shall not be able to bear it. And I will not have folk laugh at
me, as they see me walk in my *COUNTESS's* apparel, or my governess's;
you shall have them cry straight, 'Look how stately the *HOG-rubber*
goes, she that was but yesterday at her spindle, and went to church
with the skirt of her coat over her head instead of an huke; to-day
she is in her farthingale and in her *BUTTONS* , and so demure as if
we knew her not.' God keep me in my seven wits, or my five, or those
that I have, and I'll not put myself to such hazards. Get you,
brother, to be a government or an island, and take state as you
please, for, by my mother's holidam, neither I nor my daughter will
stir a foot from our village; better a broken joint than a lost name,
and keep home the honest maid, to be doing is her trade. Go you with
Don Quixote to your adventures, and leave us to our ill fortunes; God
will send better, if we be good; and I know not who made him a Don, or
a title which neither his father nor his grandfather EVER had.' 'Now I
say,' quoth Sancho, 'thou hast a familiar in that body of thine. Lord
bless thee for a woman, and what a company of things hast thou strung
up without head or feet! What hath your Cascaio, your *BUTTONS*, or
your proverbs, or your state to do with what I have said? Come hither,
coxcomb, fool,'for so I may call you, since you understand not my
meaning, and neglect your happiness,'if I should say my daughter
should cast herself
down some tower,
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Thomas Shelton's The History of the Valorous &
Witty Knight-Errant Don Quixote of the Mancha The Second Part
=2E
CHAPTER XIX: Of the Adventure of the Enamoured Shepherd,
with other (indeed) Pleasant Accidents
=2E
The two husbandmen that were by, without lighting from their asses,
served for spectators of the mortal tragedy. The blows, the
stockadoes, your false thrusts, your back-blows, your doubling-blows,
that came from Corchuelo, were numberless, as thick as hops or hail;
he laid on like an angry lion; but still the parson gave him a stopple
for his mouth, with the *BUTTON* of his foil, which stopped him in the
midst of his fury; and he made him kiss it as if it had been a relic,
though not with so much devotion as is due to them. In a word, the
parson with pure stockadoes told all the *BUTTONS* of his cassock
which he had on, his skirts flying about him like a fish's tail.
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Leo Tolstoy (1828'1910). Anna Karenin. Part I Chapter XIX
=2E
WHEN Anna went into the room, Dolly was sitting in the little
drawing-room with a white-headed fat little boy, already like his
father, giving him a lesson in French reading. As the boy read, he
kept twisting and trying to tear off a *BUTTON* that was nearly off
his jacket. His mother had sEVERal times taken his hand from it,
but the fat little hand went back to the *BUTTON* again.
His mother pulled the *BUTTON* off and put it in her pocket.
=2E
=2E Part III Chapter XXII
=2E
'I want nothing, nothing but this happiness,' he thought, staring at
the bone *BUTTON* of the bell in the space between the windows, and
picturing to himself Anna just as he had seen her last time. 'And as I
go on, I love her more and more. Here's the garden of the Vrede Villa.
=2E
=2E Part VI Chapter XXVIII
=2E
'A hundred and twenty-six for admission! Ninety-eight against!' sang
out
the voice of the secretary, who could not pronounce the letter r. Then
there was a laugh; a *BUTTON* and two nuts were found in the box. The
nobleman was allowed the right to vote, and the new party had
conquered.
=2E
=2E Part V Chapter XXVII
=2E
The passage at which he was utterly unable to say anything, and began
fidgeting and cutting the table and swinging his chair, was where he
had to repeat the patriarchs before the Flood. He did not know one of
them, except *ENOCH* , who had been taken up alive to heaven. Last
time he had remembered their names, but now he had forgotten them
utterly, chiefly because *ENOCH* was the personage he liked best in
the whole of the Old Testament, and *ENOCH's* translation to heaven
was connected in his mind with a whole long train of thought,
in which he became absorbed now while he gazed
with fascinated eyes at his father's watch-chain
and a *half-unBUTTONed *BUTTON* on his WAISTCOAT.
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Honor=E9 de Balzac (1799'1850). Old Goriot. Paras. 300'399
=2E
Just at that moment old Goriot appeared close to the GATE; he had
emerged from a door at the foot of the back staircase. The worthy soul
was preparing to open his umbrella regardless of the fact that the
great GATE had opened to admit a tilbury, in which a young man with a
ribbon at his *BUTTON-hole* was seated. Old Goriot had scarcely time
to start back and save himself. The horse took fright at the umbrella,
swerved, and dashed forward towards the flight of steps. The young man
looked round in annoyance, saw old Goriot, and greeted him as he went
out with constrained courtesy, such as people usually show to a money-
lender so long as they require his services, or the sort of respect
they feel is necessary to show for someone whose reputation has been
blown upon, so that they blush to acknowledge his acquaintance. Old
Goriot gave him a little friendly nod and a good-natured smile. All
this happened with lightning speed. Eug=E8ne was so deeply interested
that he forgot that he was not alone till he suddenly heard the
Countess's voice.
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Sinclair Lewis : Babbitt. 1922. Chapter XXI

THE INTERNATIONAL Organization of Boosters' Clubs has be come a
world-force for optimism, manly pleasantry, and good business.
Chapters are to be found now in thirty countries. Nine hundred and
twenty of the thousand chapters, howEVER, are in the United States.
None of these is more ardent than the Zenith Boosters' Club.
The second March lunch of the Zenith Boosters was the most important
of the year, as it was to be followed by the annual election of
officers. There was agitation abroad. The lunch was held in the
ballroom of the O'Hearn House.
As each of the four hundred Boosters entered he took from
a wall-board a huge celluloid *BUTTON* announcing his name, his
nick name, and his business. There was a fine of ten cents for
calling a Fellow Booster by anything but his nickname at a lunch,
=2E
On the lower edge of it he wore a high-school *BUTTON*,
a class *BUTTON*, and a fraternity pin.
=2E
Last, he stuck in his lapel the Boosters Club *BUTTON*.
With the conciseness of great art the *BUTTON*
displayed two words: Boosters'Pep!...
=2E
She was pony-built and plump, with the face
of a haughty Pekingese, a *BUTTON* of a nose,
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David Copperfield. V. I Am Sent Away from Home
=2E
Looking out to ascertain what for, I saw, to my amazement, Peggotty
burst from a hedge and climb into the cart. She took me in both her
arms, and squeezed me to her stays until the pressure on my nose was
extremely painful, though I nEVER thought of that till afterwards when
I found it VERy tender. Not a single word did Peggotty speak.
Releasing one of her arms, she put it down in her pocket to the elbow,
and brought out some paper bags of cakes which she crammed into my
pockets, and a purse which she put into my hand, but not one word did
she say. After another and a final squeeze with both arms, she got
down from the cart and ran away; and, my belief is, and has always
been, without *a solitary BUTTON* on her gown. I picked up one, of
sEVERal that were rolling about, and treasured it as a keepsake for a
long time.
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Eugene O'Neill II. Anna Christie Act I
=2E
Two longshoremen enter from the street, wearing their
*working APRONS, the *BUTTON* of the union pinned conspicuously*
on the caps pulled sideways on their heads at an aggressive angle.
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Virginia Woolf (1882'1941). Monday or Tuesday. The String Quartet
=2E
'She's bought a house at Malmesbury.'
=2E
'How lucky to find one!'
=2E
On the contrary, it seems to me pretty sure that she, whoEVER she may
be, is damned, since it's all a matter of flats and hats and sea
gulls, or so it seems to be for a hundred people sitting here well
dressed, walled in, furred, replete. Not that I can boast, since I too
sit passive on a gilt chair, only turning the earth above a buried
memory, as we all do, for there are signs, if I'm not mistaken, that
we're all recalling something, furtively seeking something. Why
fidget? Why so anxious about the sit of *CLOAKS ; and GLOVES* ?
*whether to *BUTTON* or unBUTTON* '
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Victor Marie Hugo _Notre Dame de Paris_ Book VII The Spectre-Monk
=2E
'Sir,' said Ph'bus with some embarrassment, 'thanks for your courtesy.
You are right, there will be plenty of time to-morrow for us to
mutually make slashes and *BUTTON-holes* in father Adam's doublet. I
am obliged to you for thus permitting me to pass another agreeable
quarter of an hour. I was indeed in hopes of laying you in the gutter,
and yet arriving in time for the lady, all the more that it is not
amiss to make women wait for you a little on such occasions. But you
seem to be a fellow of mettle, so it will be safer to put it off till
to-morrow.>>
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___________ *ULYSSES* by James Joyce
=2E.................................................
[Nestor] He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by
his elbow and, muttering, began to prod the stiff *BUTTONS* of the
keyboard slowly, sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase
an error.
=2E.................................................
[Proteus] With mother's money order, eight shillings, the banging door
of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger
toothache. Encore deux minutes. Look clock. Must get. Ferm=E9. Hired
dog! Shoot him to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered
walls *ALL BRASS *BUTTONS*. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back.
Not hurt? O, that's all right. SHAKE hands. See what I meant, see? O,
that's all right.

SHAKE a SHAKE. O, that's all only all right.
=2E
Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnows, fat of a
spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his *BUTTONed* trouserfly.
God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed
mountain. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a
urinous offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes
upward the stench of his GREEN grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to
the sun.
=2E..................................................
[Calypso] Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly, the lithe black form.
Clean to see: the gloss of her sleek hide, the white *BUTTON* under
the butt of her tail, the GREEN flashing eyes. He bent down to her,
his hands on his knees.
=2E
-- Milk for the pussens, he said.
=2E
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
=2E
He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it.
Then he girded up his trousers, braced and *BUTTONed* himself.
He pulled back the jerky SHAKy door of the jakes
and came FORTH from the gloom into the air.
=2E.................................................
[Lotus-Eaters] He stood up. Hello. Were those two *BUTTONS* of my
WAISTCOAT open all the time? Women enjoy it. NEVER tell you. But we.
Excuse, miss, there's a (whh!) just a (whh!) fluff. Or their skirt
behind, placket unhooked. Glimpses of the MOON. Annoyed if you don't.
Why didn't you tell me before. Still like you better untidy. Good job
it wasn't farther south. He passed, discreetly *BUTTONing* , down the
aisle and out through the main door into the light. He stood a moment
unseeing by the cold black marble bowl while before him and behind two
worshippers dipped furtive hands in the low tide of holy water. Trams:
a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in her weeds. Notice because I'm
in mourning myself. He coVERED himself. How goes the time? Quarter
past. Time enough yet. Better get that lotion made up. Where is this?
Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place. Chemists rarely move.
Their GREEN and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. Hamilton Long's,
founded in the year of the flood. *HUGUENOT* churchyard near there.
Visit some day.
=2E.................................................
[Hades] All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour
the mildewed *BUTTONless LEATHER* of the seats.
Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward and said:
=2E
Change that soap now. Mr Bloom's hand *unBUTTONed* his hip
pocket swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his
inner handkerchief pocket. He stepped out of the carriage,
replacing the newspaper his other hand still held.
=2E.................................................
[Aeolus] [5731] He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose.
Citronlemon? Ah, the soap I put there. Lose it out of that pocket.
Putting back his handkerchief he took out the soap and stowed
it away, *BUTTONed* , into the hip pocket of his trousers.
=2E.................................................
[Lestrygonians] How can you own water really? It's always flowing in a
stream, nEVER the same, which in the stream of life we trace. Because
life is a stream. All kind of places are good for ads. That quack
doctor for the clap used to be stuck up in all the GREENhouses. NEVER
see it now. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks. Didn't cost him a red
like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. Got fellows to
stick them up or stick them up himself for that matter on the q.t.
running in to loosen a *BUTTON*. Flybynight. Just the place too. POST
NO BILLS. POST 110 PILLS. Some chap with a dose burning him.
=2E
Milly was a kiddy then. Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the
braided frogs. Mantailored with *selfcoVERED *BUTTONS*.
=2E
Wants to sew on *BUTTONS* for me. I must answer.
=2E.................................................
[Eumeus] Mr Bloom being handicapped by the circumstance that one of
the back *BUTTONS* of his trousers had, to vary the timehonoured
adage, gone the way of all *BUTTONS* , though, entering thoroughly
into the spirit of the thing, he heroically made light of the
mischance.
=2E.................................................
[Ithaca] What other infantile memories had he of her?
=2E
15 June 1889. A querulous newborn female infant crying to cause
and lessen congestion. A child renamed Padney Socks she shook with
shocks her moneybox: counted his three *free moneypenny *BUTTONS*,
one, tloo, tlee: a doll, a boy, a sailor she cast away:
=2E
collar (size 17) and WAISTCOAT (5 *BUTTONS*),
=2E
trouser *BUTTONS*, arranged in pairs, of which one incomplete.
=2E
trunk full front with 3 large *BUTTONS*
=2E.................................................
[Scylla and Charybdis] -- But Hamlet is so personal, isn't it?
Mr Best pleaded. I mean, a kind of private paper, don't you know,
of his private life. I mean I don't care a *BUTTON*,
don't you know, who is killed or who is guilty...
=2E
Give me my Wordsworth. Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged
rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a *BUTTONed* codpiece,
his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests,
a wand of wilding in his hand.
=2E.................................................
[Wandering Rocks] Onions of his breath came across the counter
out of his ruined mouth. He bent to make a bundle of the other
books, hugged them against his *unBUTTONed* WAISTCOAT
and BORE them off behind the dingy curtain.
=2E
He turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap
awry, his collar sticking up. *BUTTONing* it down, his chin lifted,
=2E
Ben Dollard halted and stared, his loud orifice open, a dangling
*BUTTON* of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he
wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.
=2E
Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to
his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down.
The blooming stud was too small for the *BUTTONhole* of the shirt,
blooming end to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I'm not going
tomorrow either, stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys.
=2E.................................................
[Nausicaa] It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the Woman
Beautiful
page of the Princess novelette, who had first advised her to try
eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the eyes, so
becoming in leaders of fashion, and she had nEVER regretted it.
Then there was blushing scientifically cured and how to be tall
increase your height and you have a beautiful face but your nose?
That would suit Mrs Dignam because she had a *BUTTON* one.
=2E
Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he said yes, so then
she *BUTTONed* up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to
run off and play with Jacky and to be good now and not to fight.
=2E
Parrots. Press the *BUTTON* and the bird will squeak
=2E
Loved to count my WAISTCOAT *BUTTONS*.
Her first stays I remember. Made me laugh to see.
=2E..................................................
[Circe] ELLEN BLOOM: (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow
Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves
*BUTTONed* behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her plaited hair in
a crispine net, appears over the staircase banisters, a slanted
candlestick in her hand, and cries out in shrill alarm.) O blessed
Redeemer, what have they done to him! My smelling salts! (She hauls up
a reef of skirt and ransacks the pouch of her striped blay petticoat.
A phial, an Agnus Dei, a shrivelled potato and a celluloid doll fall
out.) Sacred Heart of Mary, where were you at all, at all?
=2E
BLOOM: Othello black brute.
=2E
(Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, scarlet socks,
upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their
*BUTTONholes* leap out. Each has his banjo slung.
=2E
BLOOM: (Squire of dames, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings,
*blue masonic badge in his *BUTTONhole* THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN
TALBOYS : ( *UnBUTTONing* her gauntlet violently.) I'll do no such
thing. PIG dog and always was EVER since he was PUPPED* ! To dare
address me! I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets. I'll
dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown cuckold. (She
swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air.) Take down his trousers
without loss of time. Come HERE, sir! Quick! Ready?
=2E
VIRAG: Lily of the alley. All possess *bachelor's *BUTTON* discoVERED*
by Rualdus Columbus. Tumble her. Columble her. Chameleon. (More
genially.) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item number
three. There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. Observe the
mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. What ho, she bumps!
The ugly duckling of the party, longcasted and deep in keel.
=2E
[Circe] STEPHEN: Out of it now. (To himself.) ClEVER.
=2E
(Their lawnmowers purring with a rigadoon of grasshalms.) ClEVER EVER.
Out of it out of it. By the by have you the book, the thing, the
ashplant? Yes, there it, yes. ClEVEREVER outofitnow. Keep in
condition. Do like us.
=2E
ZOE : There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of
business with his coat *BUTTONed* up. You needn't try to hide, I says
to him. I know you've a Roman collar.
=2E
(bloom Half Rises. His Back *TrouserBUTTON* Snaps.)
=2E
THE *BUTTON*: Bip!
(TWO SLUTS OF THE COOMBE DANCE RAINILY BY, SHAWLED, YELLING FLATLY.)
=2E
ZOE: (TWIRLS ROUND HERSELF, HEELTAPPING) Dance. Anybody here for
there? Who'll dance? Clear the table. (THE PIANOLA WITH CHANGING
LIGHTS PLAYS IN WALTZ TIME THE PRELUDE OF My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.
STEPHEN THROWS HIS ASHPLANT ON THE TABLE AND SEIZES ZOE ROUND THE
WAIST. FLORRY AND BELLA PUSH THE TABLE TOWARDS THE FIREPLACE. STEPHEN,
ARMING ZOE WITH EXAGGERATED GRACE, BEGINS TO WALTZ HER ROUND THE ROOM.
BLOOM STANDS ASIDE. HER SLEEVE FILLING FROM GRACING ARMS REVEALS A
WHITE FLESHFLOWER OF VACCINATION. BETWEEN THE CURTAINS PROFESSOR
MAGINNI INSERTS A LEG ON THE TOEPOINT OF WHICH SPINS A SILK HAT. WITH
A DEFT KICK HE SENDS IT SPINNING TO HIS CROWN AND JAUNTYHATTED SKATES
IN. HE WEARS A SLATE FROCKCOAT WITH CLARET SILK LAPELS, A GORGET OF
CREAM TULLE, A GREEN LOWCUT WAISTCOAT, STOCK COLLAR WITH WHITE
KERCHIEF, TIGHT LAVENDER TROUSERS, PATENT PUMPS AND CANARY GLOVES. IN
HIS *BUTTONHOLE* IS AN IMMENSE DAHLIA. HE TWIRLS IN REVERSED
DIRECTIONS A CLOUDED CANE, THEN WEDGES IT TIGHT IN HIS OXTER. HE
PLACES A HAND LIGHTLY ON HIS BREASTBONE, BOWS, AND FONDLES HIS FLOWER
AND *BUTTONS*.)
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BLOOM: Poetry. Well educated. Pity. (HE BENDS AGAIN AND UNDOES THE
*BUTTONS* OF STEPHEN'S WAISTCOAT) To breathe. (HE BRUSHES THE
WOODSHAVINGS FROM STEPHEN'S CLOTHES WITH LIGHT HAND AND FINGERS) One
pound seven. Not hurt anyhow. (HE LISTENS) What?
=2E
RUDY: (GAZES, UNSEEING, INTO BLOOM'S EYES AND GOES ON READING,
KISSING, SMILING. HE HAS A DELICATE MAUVE FACE. ON HIS SUIT HE HAS
DIAMOND AND RUBY *BUTTONS* . IN HIS FREE LEFT HAND HE HOLDS A SLIM
IVORY CANE WITH A VIOLET BOWKNOT. A WHITE LAMBKIN PEEPS OUT OF HIS
WAISTCOAT POCKET.)
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[Penelope] I made him blush a little when I got over
him that way when I *unBUTTONed* him and took his out
and drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it
theyre all *BUTTONS* men down the middle
on the wrong side of them
=2E
I smelt it off her dress when I was biting off the
thread of the *BUTTON* I sewed on to the bottom of
her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I tell
you only I oughtnt to have stitched it
=2E
I had the high *BUTTONed* boots on and my skirt was blowing
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[FW 15.9] the tooath of the Danes and the Oxman
has been pestered by the Firebugs and the Joynts
have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevanses and
Little on the GREEN is childsfather to the City
(Year! Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing
*BUTTONholes* have quadrilled across the centuries
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[FW 61.22] Walt, and gobbit and when ther chidden
by her fastra sastra to saddle up your pance, Naville,
thus cor replied to her other's thankskissing: I lay
my two *fingerBUTTONS*, fiancee Meagher, (he speaks!)
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[FW 188.29] Away with coVERED words, new Solemonities for old
Badsheetbaths! That inharmonious detail, did you name it?
Cold caldor! Gee! Victory! Now, opprobro of underslung pipes,
johnjacobs, while yet an adolescent (what do I say?), while
still puerile in your tubsuit with *BUTTONlegs* ,you got a
handsome present of a selfraising syringe and twin feeders
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[FW 311.8] it was not before athwartships
he *BUTTONhaled* the Norweeger's capstan.
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[FW 316.18] fearsome where they were he had gone
dump in the doomering this tide where the peixies
would pickle him down to the *BUTTON* of his seat
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[FW 339.20] TAFF (all Perssiasterssias shookatnaratatattar at his
waggonhorchers, his bulgeglarying stargapers razzledazzlingly full
of eyes, full of balls, full of holes, full of *BUTTONS*, full
of stains, full of medals, full of blickblackblobs).
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[FW 391.34] on Cailcainnin widnight and he was so sorry,
he was really, because he left the *bootyBUTTON* in the
handsome cab and now, tell the TRUTH, unfriends nEVER,
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[FW 392.10] where at the time he was taying and toying,
to hold the nursetendered hand, (ah, the poor old coax!)
and count the *BUTTONS* and her hand and frown on a bad
crab and doying to rememBORE what doed they were byorn
and who made a who a snore. Ah dearo dearo dear!
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[FW 393.20] there they were always counting and contradicting
EVERy night 'tis early the lovely mother of periwinkle *BUTTONS*
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[FW 404.23] wellprovided woolies with a softrolling
lisp of a lapel to it and great sealingwax *BUTTONS*,
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[FW 433.25] Why the tin's nearly empty.
First thou shalt not smile. Twice thou shalt not love.
Lust, thou shalt not commix idolatry. Hip confiners help
compunction. NEVER park your brief stays in the men's convenience.
NEVER clean your *BUTTONcups* with your dirty pair of sassers.
NEVER ask his first person where's your quickest cut to our
last place. NEVER let the promising hand usemake free of your
oncemaid sacral. The soft side of the axe!
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[FW 458.25] 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.
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[FW 508.16] -- Ay, another good *BUTTON* gone wrong.
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[FW 559.10] Woman's garments on chair. Man's trousers with
crossbelt braces, collar on bedknob. Man's corduroy surcoat with
tabrets and taces, seapan nacre *BUTTONS* on nail. Woman's gown
on ditto. Over mantelpiece picture of Michael, lance, slaying
Satan, dragon with smoke.
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[FW 607.35] Grand old *ManBUTTON*, give your bowlers a rest!
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Henry James. (1843'1916). The Portrait of a Lady.
=2E
Chapter X : She fixed her eyes upon him, and there was something in
their character that reminded him of *large polished *BUTTONS* ; he
seemed to see the reflection of surrounding objects upon the pupil.
The expression of a *BUTTON* is not usually deemed human, but there
was something in Miss Stackpole's gaze that made him, as he was
a VERy modest man, feel vaguely embarrassed and uncomfortable.
This sensation, it must be added, after he had spent a day or
two in her company, sensibly diminished, though it nEVER wholly
disappeared. 'I don't suppose that you are going to undertake
to persuade me that you are an American,' she said.
=2E
'To please you, I will be an Englishman, *I will be a TURK* !'
=2E
Chapter XII: He had summed up all this-the perversity of the impulse,
which had declined to avail itself of the most liberal opportunities
to subside, and the judgment of mankind, as exemplified particularly
in the more quickly-judging half of it; he had looked these things
well in the face, and then he had dismissed them from his thoughts.
He cared no more for them than *for the ROSEBUD in his *BUTTON*-hole*
=2E
Chapter XV: Landscapes by Turner and Assyrian bulls were
a poor substitute for the literary dinner-parties at which
she had hoped to meet the genius and renown of Great Britain.
=2E
'Where are your public men, where are your men and women of
intellect'' she inquired of Ralph, standing in the middle of Trafalgar
Square, as if she had supposed this to be a place where she would
naturally meet a few. 'That's one of them on the top of the column,
you say 'Lord Nelson' Was he a lord too? Wasn't he high enough, that
they had to stick him a hundred feet in the air' That's the past-I
don't care about the past; I want to see some of the leading minds of
the present. I won't say of the future, because I don't believe much
in your future.' Poor Ralph had few leading minds among his
acquaintance, and rarely enjoyed the pleasure of *BUTTON-holding* a
celebrity;
=2E
Chapter XXVI : This young lady was so *NEAT*, so complete in her
manner; and yet in character, as one could see, so innocent and
infantine. She sat on the sofa, by Isabel; she wore a small grenadine
mantle and a pair of the useful GLOVEs that Madame Merle had given
her'little grey GLOVEs, with a single *BUTTON*. She was like a sheet
of blank paper'the ideal jeune fille of foreign fiction. Isabel hoped
that so fair and smooth a PAGE would be coVERED with an edifying TEXT.
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*BUTTON* , n. [OE. boton, botoun, F. bouton *BUTTON*, bud, prop.
something pushing out, fr. bouter to push. See {Butt} an end.]
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Jerry: See now, to me, that *BUTTON* is in the worst possible spot.
=2E
George: Really?
=2E
Jerry: Oh yeah. The second button is the key *BUTTON* .
=2E It literally makes or breaks the shirt.
=2E Look at it, it's too high, it's in no-man's land.
=2E
George: Haven't we had this conversation before?
=2E
Jerry: You think?
=2E
George: I think we have.
=2E
Jerry: Yeah, maybe we have.
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Art Neuendorffer