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#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...

#185 THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME

#185 THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME

THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME —Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said, raising two quiet claws. We mustn’t be led away by words, by sounds of words. We think of Rome, imperial, imperious, imperative. He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing:...

#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...

#184 THE CALUMET OF PEACE

#184 THE CALUMET OF PEACE

THE CALUMET OF PEACE He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J. O’Molloy opened his case again and offered it. —Thanky vous, Lenehan said, helping himself. The editor...

#186 ???

#186 ???

??? Lenehan said to all: —Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and signature. —Who? the editor asked. Bit torn off. —Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said. —That old...

#183 A STREET CORTÈGE

#183 A STREET CORTÈGE

A STREET CORTÈGE Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr Bloom’s wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite, a tail of white bowknots. —Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, Lenehan said, and you’ll...

Dubliners

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,...

Dubliners – THE SISTERS – 7

Dubliners – THE SISTERS – 7

She laid a finger against her nose and frowned: then she continued: “But still and all he kept on saying that before the summer was over he’d go out for a drive one fine day just to see the old house again where we were all born down in Irishtown and take me and...