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#203 FROM THE FATHERS

#203 FROM THE FATHERS

FROM THE FATHERS It was revealed to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted which neither if they were supremely good nor unless they were good could be corrupted. Ah, curse you! That’s saint Augustine. —Why will you jews not accept our culture, our...

#200 A POLISHED PERIOD

#200 A POLISHED PERIOD

A POLISHED PERIOD J. J. O’Molloy resumed, moulding his words: —He said of it: that stony effigy in frozen music, horned and terrible, of the human form divine, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of prophecy which, if aught that the imagination or the hand of sculptor...

#202 IMPROMPTU

#202 IMPROMPTU

IMPROMPTU In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O’Molloy: —Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sickbed. That he had prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even one shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy beard round...

#199 ITALIA, MAGISTRA ARTIUM

#199 ITALIA, MAGISTRA ARTIUM

ITALIA, MAGISTRA ARTIUM —He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O’Molloy said, of Roman justice as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the lex talionis. And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the vatican. —Ha. —A few wellchosen words, Lenehan prefaced....

#201 A MAN OF HIGH MORALE

#201 A MAN OF HIGH MORALE

A MAN OF HIGH MORALE —Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J. J. O’Molloy said to Stephen. What do you think really of that hermetic crowd, the opal hush poets: A. E. the mastermystic? That Blavatsky woman started it. She was a nice old bag of tricks. A....

#198 LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE

#198 LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE

LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE —Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now? Established 1763. Dr Lucas. Who have you now like John Philpot Curran? Psha! —Well, J. J. O’Molloy said, Bushe K.C., for...

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,...