#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...
#182 EXIT BLOOM

#182 EXIT BLOOM

EXIT BLOOM —I’m just running round to Bachelor’s walk, Mr Bloom said, about this ad of Keyes’s. Want to fix it up. They tell me he’s round there in Dillon’s. He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who, leaning against the mantelshelf, had...
#181 A COLLISION ENSUES

#181 A COLLISION ENSUES

A COLLISION ENSUES The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue. —Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan said, clutching him for an instant and making a grimace. —My fault, Mr Bloom said,...
#180 SPOT THE WINNER

#180 SPOT THE WINNER

SPOT THE WINNER Lenehan came out of the inner office with Sport‘s tissues. —Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O. Madden up. He tossed the tissues on to the table. Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door was flung...
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...