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#197 SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY

#197 SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY

SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY… J. J. O’Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage. —My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false construction on my words. I hold no brief, as at present advised, for the third profession quaprofession but your Cork legs...

#194 A DISTANT VOICE

#194 A DISTANT VOICE

A DISTANT VOICE —I’ll answer it, the professor said, going. —B is parkgate. Good. His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating. —T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon gate. The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock’s...

#196 RHYMES AND REASONS

#196 RHYMES AND REASONS

RHYMES AND REASONS Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth? Must be some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth. Rhymes: two men dressed the same, looking the same, two by two. ........................ la tua pace .................. che parlar ti...

#193 THE GREAT GALLAHER

#193 THE GREAT GALLAHER

THE GREAT GALLAHER —You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in emphasis. Wait a minute. We’ll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher used to say when he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the Clarence. Gallaher, that was a pressman for...

#195 CLEVER, VERY

#195 CLEVER, VERY

CLEVER, VERY —Clever, Lenehan said. Very. —Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody history. Nightmare from which you will never awake. —I saw it, the editor said proudly. I was present. Dick Adams, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord...

#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...

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,...