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#172 ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP
ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over those walls with matches? Looks as if they did it for a bet. Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom’s next door when I was there. He took out...
#169 NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR
NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying: —Wait. Where’s the archbishop’s letter? It’s to be repeated in the Telegraph. Where’s what’s his name? He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines. —Monks,...
#171 AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER
AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type. Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice that. mangiD kcirtaP. Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading backwards with his finger...
#168 ORTHOGRAPHICAL
ORTHOGRAPHICAL Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the...
#170 A DAYFATHER
A DAYFATHER He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must have put through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs’ ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the...
#167 HOUSE OF KEY(E)S
HOUSE OF KEY(E)S —Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name. Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So on. Better not teach him his own business. —You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top in leaded: the...
Dubliners
Dubliners – THE SISTERS – 4
The reading of the card persuaded me that he was dead and I was disturbed to find myself at check. Had he not been dead I would have gone into the little dark room behind the shop to find him sitting in his arm-chair by the fire, nearly smothered in his great-coat....
Dubliners – THE SISTERS – 3
I crammed my mouth with stirabout for fear I might give utterance to my anger. Tiresome old red-nosed imbecile! It was late when I fell asleep. Though I was angry with old Cotter for alluding to me as a child, I puzzled my head to extract meaning from his unfinished...
Dubliners – THE SISTERS – 2
I knew that I was under observation so I continued eating as if the news had not interested me. My uncle explained to old Cotter. “The youngster and he were great friends. The old chap taught him a great deal, mind you; and they say he had a great wish for him.” “God...