Burning Your Boats
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clapperdogeon, a
a beggar who uses children, either of his own or borrowed, in order to stir the sympathy of the charitable
shed a tear, to
to take a dram or glass of neat spirits; jocular phrase used, with a sort of grim earnestness, by old topers. The origin may have been that ardent spirits, taken neat by younger persons, usually bring water to their eyes
I desire
fire (rhyming slang)
water of life
gin (from aqua vitae?)
common sewer
the throat
bullyrag, to
to abuse or scold violently; to swindle out of money by intimidation and sheer abuse
antiscriptural
adj – applied to oaths when they are composed of foul language
barney
the company
hip, to
to be offended
nab the rust, to
to take offence
shove in the mouth, a
glass of spirits
shoot the cat, to
vomit
dumpling depot
belly
all-overish
adj. – sick, unwell, out of order
have one’s hump up, to
to be in a fearful rage
absquatulate, to
depart from an establishment without paying one’s score
bung
landlord
square, to
to settle a bill
omee
man-in-charge; governor; landlord (when used by a landlord about himself)
cream of the valley
gin
splodger
lout
mizzle, to
to depart with great speed; to vanish
half-a-grunter
sixpence
ruggy
adj. – frowsty, unclean
carser
house, home
poll
young lady with whom a gentleman is having an irregular relationship
killing
adjective of high commendation; outstanding; unique
ginger-hackled
adj. – having auburn or flaxen hair
skull-thatcher
a straw-bonnet maker
on the nose, to be
on the look-out
jomer
sweetheart
fake the rubber, to
stand treat in an extravagant manner
mendozy
dear, darling; a term of endearment probably from the valiant fighter, Mendoza
out and out
adj. – first-rate; splendid
glorious sinner
dinner (rhyming slang)
alderman in chains, an
a turkey hung with sausages
Ben Flake, a
a steak (rhyming slang)
neddy, a
a large quantity of commodity, as in ‘a neddy of fruit’, ‘a neddy of fish’
Sharp’s Alley blood worms
black puddings. Sharp’s Alley was very recently a noted slaughtering place near Smithfield
Irish apricots
potatoes
Joe Savage
cabbage (rhyming slang)
storrac
carrots (back slang)
beargeared
bleary
blues
primed
lumpy
top-heavy
moony
scammered
on the ran-tan
ploughed
muddled
obfuscated
swipy
kisky
sewed up
all mops and brooms
lap the gutter, to
not be able to see a
hole in the ladder, to
adjectives and phrases denoting various stages
go to a Bungay Fair and lose both legs, to
to have reached the ultimate degree of intoxication. In the Ancient Egyptian language, the determinative character of the hieroglyphic verb ‘to be drunk’ has the significant form of the leg of a man being amputated
flare-up, a
row
soush
house (back slang)
drop into somebody, to
give them an unprovoked beating
twist
appetite, e.g. ‘Will’s got a capital twist for a Ben Flake’ or, in the case of the hero of our anecdote, a capital twist for . . .
batty fang, a
a sound beating, a drubbing
dragging time
the evening of a country fair day, when the young fellows begin pulling the wenches about
sick as a horse
popular simile denoting extreme ennui
catchy
inclined to take undue advantage
fancy-bloke
gentleman friend
bed-fagot
bed companion
gooseberry pudden
woman (rhyming slang)
Goll
Moll
terms of disapprobation applied to females
blast, to
to curse
give jessie, to
to commit assault and battery upon someone
Mullingar heifer
said of a lady whose ankles are ‘beefy’, or thick. A term of Irish origin. It is said that a traveller passing through Mullingar was so struck with this pecularity in the local women that he determined to accost the first he met next. ‘May I ask,’ said he, ‘if you wear hay in your shoes?’ ‘Faith, an what if I do?’ said the girl. ‘Because,’ says the traveller, ‘that accounts for the calves of your legs coming down to feed on it.’
barnacled
adj. – applied to a wearer of spectacles (corruption of Latin binnoculi?). Derived by some from the barnacle (Lepas Anatifera), a kind of conical shell adhering to ships’ bottoms. Hence a marine term for goggles, and for which they are used by sailors in a case of ophthalmic derangement
cove
or covey; a man or boy of any age
spoffy
adj. – officious, intrusive
blackberry swagger
a person who hawks tapes, bootlaces, etc.
Newgate fringe, a
the collar of beard worn under the chin; so called from its indicating the position of the rope when Jack Ketch operates
sing out, to
exclaim in a loud voice
knife it, to
to stop, to bring to a halt
stow faking, to
to cease evil activity
stunning
adj. – astounding
fag
blow
twopenny
head
Albertopolis
a facetious appelation given by Villagers to the Kensington Gore district
buy the rabbit, to
make a bad bargain; obtain a deal of trouble and inconvenience by some action
slubberdegullion
worthless wretch
pepper, to
clump, to
leather, to
degrees of beating
flop down, to go
to collapse totally
Rory O’More
floor (rhyming slang)
step it, to
abscond
frog and toad
main road (rhyming slang)
Joe Blake the Bartlemy, to go to
to visit a low woman in a house ofill-repute
hop the twig, to
to run away; to leave someone in the lurch
vertical care-grinder
treadmill
chive, to
to shout
marinated, to be
transported; from the salt pickling herrings undergo in Cornwall
poll up, to
to live with a member of the opposite sex in a state of unmarried impropriety
liver-faced
adj. – mean, cow
ardly
chatty
adj. – infested with lice
beef-headed
adj. – stupid
cupboard-headed
an expression designating one whose head is both wooden and hollow
culver-headed
adj. – weak and stupid
fiddle-faced
adj. – applied to those with wizened countenances
glumpish
adj. – of a stubborn, sulky temper (our hero certainly fits the bill here!)
squabby
adj. – fat, short and thick
dab tros
bad sort (back slang)
in half-mourning, to be
to have sustained a black eye, or ‘mouse’, in the course of a tussle
fadge, it won’t
expression meaning ‘it just won’t do’, or ‘it just won’t work’
Jerry go Nimbles
diarrhoea
stun, to
to astonish
streak, to
to abscond
pick up one’s sticks and cut, to
to collect one’s possessions and leave an establishment without notice; to do a ‘moonlight flit’
bolt, to
to run away, escape
a speel on the drum, to take
to take a trip to the country
top of Rome
home (rhyming slang)
Shitten Saturday
corruption of ‘Shut-in Saturday’; the day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday
worm
policeman
pin, to
to arrest, to apprehend
scaly
adj. – unpleasant, disgusting
shaver
young person
Tom and Jerry, a
a drinking shop
star the glaze, to
to break the window or show-glass of a jeweller or other tradesman, and take any valuable articles and run away. Sometimes the glass is cut with a diamond, and a strip of leather fastened to the piece of glass cut out to keep it from falling in and making a noise. Another plan is to cut the sash
go over the stile, to
to go for trial (rhyming slang)
Spike Park
the Queen’s Bench prison
topped, to be
to be executed. Which the brute richly deserved
FIREWORKS:
NINE PROFANE PIECES
A Souvenir of Japan
The Executioner’s Beautiful Daughter
The Loves of Lady Purple
The Smile of Winter
Penetrating to the Heart of the Forest
Flesh and the Mirror
Master
Reflections
Elegy for a Freelance
A Souvenir of Japan
When I went outside to see if he was coming home, some children dressed ready for bed in cotton nightgowns were playing with sparklers in the vacant lot on the corner. When the sparks fell down in beards of stars, the smiling children cooed softly. Their pleasure was very pure because it was so restrained. An old woman said: ‘And so they pestered their father until he bought them fireworks.’ In this language, fireworks are called hannabi, which means ‘flower fire’. All through summer, every evening, you can see all kinds of fireworks, from the humblest to the most elaborate, and once we rode the train out of Shinjuku for an hour to watch one of the public displays which are held over rivers so that the dark water multiplies the reflections.
By the time we arrived at our destination, night had already fallen. We were in the suburbs. Many families were on their way to enjoy the fireworks. Their mothers had scrubbed and dressed up the smallest children to celebrate the treat. The little girls were especially immaculate in pink and white cotton kimonos tied with fluffy sashes like swatches of candy floss. Their hair had been most beautifully brushed, arranged in sleek, twin bunches and decorated with twists of gold and silver thread. These children were all on their best behaviour because they were staying up late and held their parents’ hands with a charming propriety. We followed the family parties until we came to some fields by the river and saw, high in the air, fireworks already opening out like variegated parasols. They were visible from far away and as we took the path that led through the fields towards their source they seemed to occupy more and more of the sky.
Along the path were stalls where shirtless cooks with sweatbands round their heads roasted corncobs and cuttlefish over charcoal. We bought cuttlefish on skewers and ate them as we walked along. They had been basted with soy sauce and were very good. There were also stalls selling goldfish in plastic bags and others for big balloons with rabbit ears. It was like a fairground – but such a well-ordered fair! Even the patrolling policemen carried coloured paper lanterns instead of torches. Everything was altogether quietly festive. Ice-cream sellers wandered among the crowd, ringing handbells. Their boxes of wares smoked with cold and they called out in plaintive voices, ‘Icy, icy, icy cream!’ When young lovers dispersed discreetly down the tracks in the sedge, the shadowy, indefatigable salesmen pursued them with bells, lamps and mournful cries.
By now, a great many people were walking towards the fireworks but their steps fell so softly and they chatted in such gentle voices there was no more noise than a warm, continual, murmurous humming, the cosy sound of shared happiness, and the night filled with a muted, bourgeois yet authentic magic. Above our heads, the fireworks hung dissolving earrings on the night. Soon we lay down in a stubbled field to watch the fireworks. But, as I expected, he very quickly grew restive.
‘Are you happy?’ he asked. ‘Are you sure you’re happy?’ I was watching the fireworks and did not reply at first although I knew how bored he was and, if he was himself enjoying anything, it was only the idea of my pleasure – or, rather, the idea that he enjoyed my pleasure, since this would be a proof of love. I became guilty and suggested we return to the heart of the city. We fought a silent battle of self-abnegation and I won it, for I had the stronger character. Yet the last thing in the world that I wanted was to leave the scintillating river and the gentle crowd. But I knew his real desire was to return and so return we did, although I do not know if it was worth my small victory of selflessness to bear his remorse at cutting short my pleasure, even if to engineer this remorse had, at some subterranean level, been the whole object of the outing.
Nevertheless, as the slow train nosed back into the thickets of neon, his natural liveliness returned. He could not lose his old habit of walking through the streets with a sense of expectation, as if a fateful encounter might be just around the corner, for, the longer one stayed out, the longer something remarkable might happen and, even if nothing ever did, the chance of it appeased the sweet ache of his boredom for a little while. Besides, his duty by me was done. He had taken me out for the evening and now he wanted to be rid of me. Or so I saw it. The word for wife, okusan, means the person who occupies the inner room and rarely, if ever, comes out of it. Since I often appeared to be his wife, I was frequently subjected to this treatment, though I fought against it bitterly.
But I usually found myself waiting for him to come home knowing, with a certain resentment, that he would not; and that he would not even telephone me to tell me he would be late, either, for he was far too guilty to do so. I had nothing better to do than to watch the neighbourhood children light their sparklers and giggle; the old woman stood beside me and I knew she disapproved of me. The entire street politely disapproved of me. Perhaps they thought I was contributing to the delinquency of a juvenile for he was obviously younger than I. The old woman’s back was bowed almost to a circle from carrying, when he was a baby, the father who now supervised the domestic fireworks in his evening undress of loose, white drawers, naked to the waist. Her face had the seamed reserve of the old in this country. It was a neighbourhood poignantly rich in old ladies.
At the corner shop, they put an old lady outside on an upturned beer crate each morning, to air. I think she mu
st have been the household grandmother. She was so old she had lapsed almost entirely into a somnolent plant life. She was of neither more nor less significance to herself or to the world than the pot of morning glories which blossomed beside her and perhaps she had less significance than the flowers, which would fade before lunch was ready. They kept her very clean. They covered her pale cotton kimono with a spotless pinafore trimmed with coarse lace and she never dirtied it because she did not move. Now and then, a child came out to comb her hair. Her consciousness was quite beclouded by time and, when I passed by, her rheumy eyes settled upon me always with the same, vague, disinterested wonder, like that of an Eskimo watching a train. When she whispered, Irrasyaimase, the shop-keeper’s word of welcome, in the ghostliest of whispers, like the rustle of a paper bag, I saw her teeth were rimmed with gold.
The children lit sparklers under a mouse-coloured sky and, due to the pollution in the atmosphere, the moon was mauve. The cicadas throbbed and shrieked in the backyards. When I think of this city, I shall always remember the cicadas who whirr relentlessly all through the summer nights, rising to a piercing crescendo in the subfusc dawn. I have heard cicadas even in the busiest streets, though they thrive best in the back alleys, where they ceaselessly emit that scarcely tolerable susurration which is like a shrill intensification of extreme heat.