Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Page 29 (2.171-210) "our hearts... on the table."

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Delaney: [69]

our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

Delaney: [70]
The sum was done.
— It is very simple, Stephen said as he stood up.
— Yes, sir. Thanks, Sargent answered.
He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his copybook back to his bench.
— You had better get your stick and go out to the others, Stephen said as he followed towards the door the boy's graceless form.
— Yes, sir.
In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.
— Sargent!
— Run on, Stephen said. Mr Deasy is calling you.
He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife. They were sorted in teams and Mr Deasy came stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet. When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him. He turned his angry white moustache.

Ellmann says JAJ discreetly omits Irwin's red/alcoholic nose

— What is it now? he cried continually without listening.
— Cochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.
— Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore order here.
And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice cried sternly:
— What is the matter? What is it now?
Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides: their many forms closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head.

Francis Irwin, model for Deasy, was only 42, and in 1901 lived with his sister [signature-pdf]

Delaney: [71]
Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As it was in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins, base treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to all the gentiles: world without end.
A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table.

1908 notebook: "Ireland: Irish wits follow in the footsteps of King James the Second who struck off base money for Ireland which the hoofs of cattle have trampled into her soil."

Stuart gunmoney c1700


Delaney: [72]
— First, our little financial settlement, he said.
He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of joined halves, and laid them carefully on the table.



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