Happy Easter!

Οὐκ ἔστιν ὧδε, ἠγέρθη γὰρ.

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Winter Is Over

The Spring Equinox notwithstanding, I know that winter has ended when the westering sun doesn’t reach through the southern window of my bookroom to punch me in the eye as I’m writing on my computer. That happens sometime around the beginning of April.

in the foreground: a bookcase stacked with books; beyond it: an open window showing trees, blue sky, a street
the view from my writing desk
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The Hood, the Bad, and the Bitey

I was looking up something else in Cleasby & Vigfusson’s Old Norse dictionary when my eye fell on gríma, meaning “a kind of hood or cowl”; by extension “the night”. A lot of badasses, starting with Óðin, are called Grímr (e.g. Þorgrímr, Steingrímr, Hallgrímr, Grímulf, etc). The root appears in women’s names with the -a ending: Gríma, Hallgríma, etc. C&V add “a serpent in poetry is called grímr“.

I always assumed these tough-guy names were cognate with English grim, and there may be some kind of connection, but English grim seems more directly related to ON gram “angry” (also the name of Sigurð‘s sword and Hrolf Kraki’s dog).

I’m sure Tolkien had ON gríma in mind when he named Wormtongue (a.k.a. Gríma), Théoden’s Unferthian evil counsellor.

An old king sits wearily in his throne; standing over him is a sinister cowled figure with snakelike protrusions issuing from his cowl.
a detail from Gabriel Danilchik‘s drawing of Théoden and Wormtongue
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Further, Deponent Sayeth Not

The joke, such as it is, doesn’t really come off in English. But the Latin means something like “‘I am Spoke/I have spoke<n>,’ spoke Spoke.”

Live long and prosper, Spoke.

image: Jean-Luc Picard as Locutus of Borg

text: "ego sum Locutus," locutus est Locutus.
Locutus of Borg; artist unknown, I’m afraid
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Sharp Dialogue

I was watching an old video where John Sharp, the British actor appeared. I always think of him as the outstandingly creepy Number Two in the Prisoner episode “Change of Mind”. Then I wondered if the actor’s name had anything to do with a memorable line of dialogue in that episode: “The butcher with the sharpest knife has the kindest heart.” 

When I scrolled through the episode to check the line, I noticed that, in the scene where the Prisoner speaks it (claiming it’s a saying of Number 2), he points at Number 2 using the cuckold’s horns, indicating slyly that he’s sticking it to Number 2. Sharp’s eyes are on McGoohan’s fingers as he makes the gesture, and the dismay on Sharp’s face suggests that the character is aware of the symbol and its meaning.

A lot of crazy details packed into these episodes by the crazy people who made them.

See the blog post for a description.
The line actually comes a little later in the scene, but I wanted to screencap McGoohan’s hand gesture.
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Clods Without Witnesses (Dorothy L. Sayers, CLOUDS OF WITNESS)

In summary: Clouds of Witness features Sayers and her aristocratic detective at or near their best—or most unbearable, depending on how it hits you. This is a literate (even pretentious) and witty mystery story which also shows Sayers’ burgeoning skill as a novelist. If you like this, you should read the rest of the Wimsey stories. If you don’t, switch to another series. (Spoilers inevitably follow below.)

The cover of the 1972 Avon paperback edition of CLOUDS OF WITNESS
The edition of Clouds of Witness that I first read, advertising the BBC adaptation starring Ian Carmichael.
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Fífling Around

I fell into the dictionary again today and learned that Old Norse fífl (“fool”) also meant “monster” (cf Old English fifal “monster”), hence the fíflmegir (“monster men”) who rowed the hellship from Muspellheim that Loki steered on the way to Ragnarǫk. I wondered if the same word meaning “fool” and “monster” had any implications for the Hamlet legend, where he plays the fool but is also a savage killer and possibly a magic-user.

I still don’t know, but in looking up the etymology of English fool I fell into another dictionary. It’s a loanword from Latin, by way of Old French, going back to follis “ball, bellows”. The PIE root *bhel– (“blow, swell”) makes fool cognate with bowl, bole (of a tree), bulkboulderballbiltongbullboldballoonboldbale, the pall in pall-mall, Baldr (the Norse god’s name), bollocksbawd, phallus, and the boule– in boulevard (where they take it hard). That’s a schlong and winding road.

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Alpha Ralpha Woulevard

Alpha wolf, schmalpha wolf. Time to slay that zombie idea.

https://www.newyorker.com/science/elements/the-myth-of-the-alpha-wolf

IMAGE: a white wolf is overshadowed by its own hyper-aggressive shadow.

TEXT:The Myth of the Alpha Wolf
The model of aggression and dominance has infected human society. But new research shows how wrong we got it.

By Rivka Galchen
March 25, 2023
illustration by Lou Benesch
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Words on the Wing

I was reading the Eddas today, which is what Tolkien would probably be doing on Re(re)ading Tolkien Day, and I was struck by a pair of birdy lines:

Ǫrn mun hlakka, 
slítr nái niðfǫlr
.

—Vǫluspá (quoted in Snorri, Gylfaginning 50)

“An eagle will shriek;
niðfǫlr, he rips into corpses.”

hlakka is “to scream like an eagle”—a new favorite verb for me, right up there with Latin drindire “to cry like a weasel”. I was pretty sure that hlakka is cognate with English clang (borrowed from Latin clangere) and Beekes backed me up on that (see his entry on Greek κλαγγή).

The noun ǫrn is just “eagle”, cognate with Old English earn/ærn. I’ve known that for years, but I suddenly wondered how that OE form yields eagle in modern English. The answer, to my surprise, is that it doesn’t. Modern English eagle is a loan-word from Norman French, ultimately stemming back to Latin aquila. But this goes to show that Everything Is Better With Latin!™—especially modern English.

But there’s a bigger question with these lines, the question that’s on everyone’s lips these days, namely, “What the hell is niðfǫlr?” It looks like a compound word from nið “the dark of the moon” and fǫlr “pale”. Old Norse loves these kennings, which are like very dense, very compact riddles/metaphors that you can figure out if you’re clever enough and your skaldic knowledge is deep enough.

Mine may not be, but I don’t think I’m alone. Faulkes renders niðfǫlr as “darkly pale” which strikes me as an oxymoron—like saying “downly-up” or “leftly-right”. Terry and Bray render niðfǫlr as “bright-beak(ed)”; I’m guessing (wildly) that they’re interpreting nið as the sickle moon, which could be construed as beaklike for kenning purposes. But nið really seems to be the dark of the moon, at least as represented by Cleasby & Vigfusson, not the sickle moon.

Maybe niðfǫlr describes something that’s pale even in the lightless darkness that follows the death of the moon, stars, and sun. In modern English, which doesn’t really do kennings, it’s hard to render that much content in one or two words, which may be how Faulkes came up with “darkly pale”.

Another thing that occurred to me is: whatever the etymology of this word, maybe it’s not an adjective at all (which is how all the editions and translations I have available render it). Maybe it’s the name of the eagle: Niðfǫlr.

Back toward the beginning of Snorri’s account of Norse myth, Hár (if that is his real name) describes Yggdrasil and its denizens.

Ǫrn einn sitr í limum asksins, ok er hann margs vitandi, en í milli augna honum sitr haukr sá er heitir Veðrfǫlnir.

—Snorri,
Gylfaginning 16

“An eagle sits on the limbs of the ash tree <Yggdrasil>, and he knows many a thing; in-between his eyes sits a hawk who is called Veðrfǫlnir.

The image shows a big bird in a tree; a smaller bird is perched atop the head of the big bird.
Verðfǫlnir and the unnamed (?) eagle on Yggdrasil;
detail of a manuscript painting from a 17th C. MS of Snorri’s Edda

Veðrfǫlnir either means “gale-pale” (“pale as a storm”?) or “wether-pale” (i.e. “as pale as an old sheep”), but either way, it’s a bird name meaning “Something-pale”. Maybe the eagle in Vǫluspá isn’t just any corpse-eating eagle but the eagle from Yggdrasil, Veðrfǫlnir’s wise pal, and his name is Niðfǫlr.

The line from Vǫluspá, describing the run-up to Ragnarǫk, also reminded me of another apocalyptic text:

ὅπου ἐὰν ᾖ τὸ πτῶμα, ἐκεῖ συναχθήσονται οἱ ἀετοί.

—Matthew 24: 28 (cf Luke 17:37)

“Where the corpse is, there will the eagles be gathered together.”

Not quite similar enough to argue influence of the one text on the other. But because the death of persons corresponds with the death of the world in eschatological myth, the image of the eagle as a carrion-eater is useful for both storytellers who are spinning yarns about the end of days.

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The Dark Tower Is Thrown Down

Happy Downfall-of-Sauron Day, but remember: “Always after a defeat and a respite, the Shadow takes another shape and grows again.”

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