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Sandhya: A Hindu ritual done at the "junctions" (sandhyas) of the day-dawn, noon, and sunset-during which the Savitri Gayatri is repeated.

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	sanctus sanctus sanctus (mass)		sanctus sanctus sanctus (mass)
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		+	From Jacques Mercanton's ''Les Heures de James Joyce'' (reprinted in ''Portraits of the Artist in Exile: Recollection of James Joyce by Europeans'', edited by Willard Potts, translated by Lloyd C. Parks, page 221): "Likewise, the 'Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!'--a Sanscrit word meaning 'the twilight of dawn'--that opens the last part of the book is a restatement of the Sanctus of the Mass, which reverberates throughout the whole work."

	slanty scanty shanty (page 305.24)		slanty scanty shanty (page 305.24)

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-Sandhya: A Hindu ritual done at the "junctions" (sandhyas) of the day-dawn, noon, and sunset-during which the Savitri Gayatri is repeated.
+Sandhya: A Hindu ritual done at the "junctions" (sandhyas) of the day &mdash; dawn, noon, and sunset &mdash; during which the Savitri Gayatri is repeated.
 sanctus sanctus sanctus (mass)
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 cf. Shan't we? Shan't we? Shan't we?, last words of Joyce's parody of "waste land" in a letter to Harriot Shaw Weaver (Aug. 15, 1925):
-Rouen is the rainiest place, getting/
+ Rouen is the rainiest place, getting/
-Inside all impermeables, wetting/
+ Inside all impermeables, wetting/
-Damp marrow in drenched bones./
+ Damp marrow in drenched bones./
-Midwinter soused us coming over Le Mans/
+ Midwinter soused us coming over Le Mans/
-Our inn at Niort was the Grape of Burgundy
+ Our inn at Niort was the Grape of Burgundy
-But the winepress of the Lord thundered over that grape of Burgundy/
+ I heard mosquitoes swarm in old Bordeaux/
-And we left it in a hurgundy./
+ So many!/
-(Hurry up, Joyce, it's time!)
+ I had not thought the earth contained so many/
-I heard mosquitoes swarm in old Bordeaux/
+ Mr Anthologos, the local gardener,/
-So many!/
+ Greycapped, with politness full of cunning/
-I had not thought the earth contained so many/
+ Has made wine these fifty years/
-(Hurry up, Joyce, it's time)
+ And told me in his southern French/
-Mr Anthologos, the local gardener,/
+ But we shall have great times,/
-Greycapped, with politness full of cunning/
+ When we return to Clinic, that waste land/
-Has made wine these fifty years/
+ O Esculapios!/
-And told me in his southern French/
+ (Shan't we? Shan't we? Shan't we?)

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 sanctus sanctus sanctus (mass)
 shantih shantih shantih (last words of T.S. Eliot's "waste land")
-cf. last words of Joyce's parody of "waste land" in a letter to Harriot Shaw Weaver (Aug. 15, 1925):
+cf. Shan't we? Shan't we? Shan't we?, last words of Joyce's parody of "waste land" in a letter to Harriot Shaw Weaver (Aug. 15, 1925):
-Rouen is the rainiest place, getting
+Rouen is the rainiest place, getting/
-Inside all impermeables, wetting
+Inside all impermeables, wetting/
-Damp marrow in drenched bones.
+Damp marrow in drenched bones./
-Midwinter soused us coming over Le Mans
+Midwinter soused us coming over Le Mans/
 Our inn at Niort was the Grape of Burgundy
-But the winepress of the Lord thundered over that grape of Burgundy
+But the winepress of the Lord thundered over that grape of Burgundy/
-And we left it in a hurgundy.
+And we left it in a hurgundy./
 (Hurry up, Joyce, it's time!)
-I heard mosquitoes swarm in old Bordeaux
+I heard mosquitoes swarm in old Bordeaux/
-So many!
+So many!/
-I had not thought the earth contained so many
+I had not thought the earth contained so many/
 (Hurry up, Joyce, it's time)
-Mr Anthologos, the local gardener,
+Mr Anthologos, the local gardener,/
-Greycapped, with politness full of cunning
+Greycapped, with politness full of cunning/
-Has made wine these fifty years
+Has made wine these fifty years/
-And told me in his southern French
+And told me in his southern French/
-Le petit vin is the surest drink to buy
+Le petit vin is the surest drink to buy/
-For if 'tis bad
+For if 'tis bad/
-Vous ne l'avez pas payé
+Vous ne l'avez pas payé/
 (Hurry up, hurry up, now, now, now!)
-But we shall have great times,
+But we shall have great times,/
-When we return to Clinic, that waste land
+When we return to Clinic, that waste land/
-O Esculapios!
+O Esculapios!/
 (Shan't we? Shan't we? Shan't we?)

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	Sandhya: A Hindu ritual done at the "junctions" (sandhyas) of the day-dawn, noon, and sunset-during which the Savitri Gayatri is repeated.		Sandhya: A Hindu ritual done at the "junctions" (sandhyas) of the day-dawn, noon, and sunset-during which the Savitri Gayatri is repeated.
		+
		+	sanctus sanctus sanctus (mass)
		+
		+	shantih shantih shantih (last words of T.S. Eliot's "waste land")
		+
		+	cf. last words of Joyce's parody of "waste land" in a letter to Harriot Shaw Weaver (Aug. 15, 1925):
		+
		+	Rouen is the rainiest place, getting
		+	Inside all impermeables, wetting
		+	Damp marrow in drenched bones.
		+	Midwinter soused us coming over Le Mans
		+	Our inn at Niort was the Grape of Burgundy
		+
		+	But the winepress of the Lord thundered over that grape of Burgundy
		+	And we left it in a hurgundy.
		+	(Hurry up, Joyce, it's time!)
		+
		+	I heard mosquitoes swarm in old Bordeaux
		+	So many!
		+	I had not thought the earth contained so many
		+	(Hurry up, Joyce, it's time)
		+
		+	Mr Anthologos, the local gardener,
		+	Greycapped, with politness full of cunning
		+	Has made wine these fifty years
		+	And told me in his southern French
		+	Le petit vin is the surest drink to buy
		+	For if 'tis bad
		+	Vous ne l'avez pas payé
		+	(Hurry up, hurry up, now, now, now!)
		+
		+	But we shall have great times,
		+	When we return to Clinic, that waste land
		+	O Esculapios!
		+	(Shan't we? Shan't we? Shan't we?)