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#175 SAD

#175 SAD

SAD Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap. That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What's in the wind, I wonder. Money worry. —Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. —You're looking extra. —Is the...

#170 A DAYFATHER

#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...

#172 ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP

#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

#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

#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

#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...

Dubliners

Dubliners – THE SISTERS – 5

Dubliners – THE SISTERS – 5

As I walked along in the sun I remembered old Cotter’s words and tried to remember what had happened afterwards in the dream. I remembered that I had noticed long velvet curtains and a swinging lamp of antique fashion. I felt that I had been very far away, in some...

Dubliners – THE SISTERS – 4

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

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...