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#179 O, HARP EOLIAN!

#179 O, HARP EOLIAN!

O, HARP EOLIAN! He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth. —Bingbang, bangbang. Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door. —Just a moment,...

#174 SHORT BUT TO THE POINT

#174 SHORT BUT TO THE POINT

SHORT BUT TO THE POINT —Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply. —Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an accent on the whose. —Dan Dawson’s land Mr Dedalus said. —Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked. Ned Lambert nodded. —But listen to...

#178 MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED

#178 MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED —North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers! —Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at his toecaps. —In Ohio! the editor shouted. —So it...

#176 HIS NATIVE DORIC

#176 HIS NATIVE DORIC

HIS NATIVE DORIC —The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet. —That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence… —O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and...

#177 WHAT WETHERUP SAID

#177 WHAT WETHERUP SAID

WHAT WETHERUP SAID All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn’t he? Why they call him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to that chap in the inland revenue...

#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...

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...