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#192 YOU CAN DO IT!

#192 YOU CAN DO IT!

“YOU CAN DO IT!” The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen’s shoulder. —I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in it. You can do it. I see it in your face. In the lexicon of youth … See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle...

#189 KYRIE ELEISON!

#189 KYRIE ELEISON!

KYRIE ELEISON! A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips. —The Greek! he said again. Kyrios! Shining word! The vowels the Semite and the Saxon know not. Kyrie! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the...

#191 OMNIUM GATHERUM

#191 OMNIUM GATHERUM

OMNIUM GATHERUM —We were only thinking about it, Stephen said. —All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Law, the classics… —The turf, Lenehan put in. —Literature, the press. —If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle art of advertisement. —And Madam Bloom, Mr...

#188 LOST CAUSES NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED

#188 LOST CAUSES NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED

LOST CAUSES NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED —We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin language. I speak the...

#190 LENEHAN’S LIMERICK

#190 LENEHAN’S LIMERICK

LENEHAN’S LIMERICK There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh Who wears goggles of ebony hue. As he mostly sees double To wear them why trouble? I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you? In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead. Myles Crawford crammed...

#187 SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT

#187 SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT —Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr Garrett Deasy asked me to… —O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth...

Dubliners

Dubliners – AN ENCOUNTER – 3

Dubliners – AN ENCOUNTER – 3

That night I slept badly. In the morning I was first-comer to the bridge as I lived nearest. I hid my books in the long grass near the ashpit at the end of the garden where nobody ever came and hurried along the canal bank. It was a mild sunny morning in the first...

Dubliners – AN ENCOUNTER – 2

Dubliners – AN ENCOUNTER – 2

“This page or this page? This page? Now, Dillon, up! ‘Hardly had the day’.... Go on! What day? ‘Hardly had the day dawned’.... Have you studied it? What have you there in your pocket?” Everyone’s heart palpitated as Leo Dillon handed up the paper and everyone assumed...

Dubliners – AN ENCOUNTER – 1

Dubliners – AN ENCOUNTER – 1

It was Joe Dillon who introduced the Wild West to us. He had a little library made up of old numbers of The Union Jack, Pluck and The Halfpenny Marvel. Every evening after school we met in his back garden and arranged Indian battles. He and his fat young brother Leo,...