Monday, June 30, 2014

[Comparing Ulysses-annotation projects]

                    Reeve Genius Hunt InfU  UPgs (links imgs maps)
      1 Telemachus   304   200   200  103   543   286    54    1
          2 Nestor    91    76   108   62   214   126    22    0
         3 Proteus   272   244   207   34   196   172    24    0
         4 Calypso   117    52    22   45   187   130    39    0
     5 Lotuseaters   186    36    23   41   320   260    57    0
           6 Hades   227   103    60   39   466   368    61   11
           7 Eolus   334   113    39   14   419   279    77    3
   8 Lestrygonians   472    81    35    6   421   417   143    2
9 Scylla&Charybdis   737   284    46   16   366   247    48    2
 10 WanderingRocks   355     6    29  141   914   565   151    3
         11 Sirens   254   109    19   15   327   139    37    2
        12 Cyclops   235    38    46   38   532   343   127    4
       13 Nausikaa   149    24    23   20   120   125    40    0
   14 OxenoftheSun    32    70    69   31   287   148    67    0
          15 Circe   335    13   128   11     -     -     -    -
         16 Eumeus     -    32    26    6     -     -     -    -
         17 Ithaca     -    11    50   54     -     -     -    -
       18 Penelope   349   106    37   10     -     -     -    -
total               4440  1598  1167  686  5312  3605   947   28

[I'll probably pause the Ulysses annotations here for a while, while Frank Delaney catches up. Since new visitors will see this page first, I'll try doing a survey here of the various annotations projects, arbitrarily favoring p82 to see how they handle Throwaway spoilers. (Only the rarest of readers could have caught the reference immediately.)
Groden coincidentally chose the same passage, and enumerates eight possible hypertext formats]

The standard book of annotations by Gifford and Seidman gives away all details of the race and the tip. It includes no images (or songs). They use Gabler's linenumbers, plus a post-1922 edition. GoogleBooks allows linking to most pages.

The earlier standard by Thornton skips the page completely. Groden adds that, in their endnotes, Declan Kiberd offers a greater spoiler than Jeri Johnson.

Slote withholds any spoilers, but introduces a wholly new pagination with tiny Gabler-crossrefs only after each endnote, and some dozen unsightly marginal numbers on each page, for those endnotes.

Wikibooks hasn't reached this page but allows user input, discussion, and links, with the 1922 pagination.

Aida Yared's images include the Ascot racecard. There's an email address for comments.

Samuel Schiminovich/Jon Reeve experiments with several designs but for Throwaway just two letters are highlighted with a popup textballoon when you hover, with a short spoiler. Each chapter gets one webpage, but there are indexpoints every ten lines. Email addresses for feedback can be found by trimming the urls.

Barger included links about the race, with Gabler's linenumbers, one webpage per chapter with indexpoints approximately every 50 lines, with the chapter text in an optional frame. The contact email and discussion page are expired.

Hunt's Joyce Project has started the chapter but not yet reached the page. We can anticipate highlighted text, with a popup that spills the beans freely, probably with pix and links. Linking chapters is tricky, but linking the popups alone is easy. There's a link to a form for feedback, with the promise of a discussion forum.

Amanda Visconti's UlyssesUlysses is stalled at ch2 but shows highlighted phases that show marginal notes when hovered over. One webpage per chapter, no indexpoints. Her successor app will be called Infinite Ulysses. Contacting her is a challenge.

RapGenius allows you to add notes, images, and links in popup annotations, with one page per episode. The interface is fun but the community can be vicious, can't be trusted.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

[Proteus VR mockup]

(Stick your face up close and hit play)


I must acknowledge some envy for Eoghan Kidney's genius for PR, though I'm skeptical whether his project will do any tiny thing for Ulysses readership, but I found this image of his highly suggestive:


Paddy Dignam's Wake

or Ulysses-Proteus and ZOMBIES

In an alternate universe, Paddy Dignam rises up from his funeral at 11:00am on Thursday June 16, 1904, and proceeds to infect all the mourners present as ZOMBIES, who lurch down to the beach where only Stephen Dedalus, armed with Haines' hunting rifle and his trusty ashplant, stands between civilisation and CHAOS.

Wave upon wave, sequential tides of zombie mourners, zombie schoolboys in uniform, zombie medical students, zombie Celtic revivalists, zombie prostitutes, zombie priests, and finally zombie-Dedalus-family-members led by their Boss, Zombie 'May' Dedalus herself, must be mown down ruthlessly: "Shoot them to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back..."

Coming soon to an imagination near you...


Saturday, June 28, 2014

[Ulysses: the board game... or text adventure?]

‏BobRBogle  16 July 2014 asks "So why doesn't someone: #Ulysses: the Board Game?"

[revised april 2015] [others]

there's a million different ways to approach this, all sharing the common 'mechanic' of moving from place to place in 1904 Dublin.

many of these approaches can be created and hosted free at existing dedicated websites, if anyone is willing to invest the time.

at minimum you'll want 18 'places', one per episode. (but if you want to retrace characters' paths, you'll have to include hundreds of separate places.)  you'll need a text description of each place that's vague enough to allow anyone to visit it at any point in the game.

(writing these vague descriptions is a good exercise, and making them freely available will allow them to be refined by others, or ported to other game formats. as we add images, this database could gradually evolve towards a VR 1904-dublin wiki.)

Second Life could be very cool but would charge $100s/month rent as I understand it.

There are free Minecraft clones but it seems like a huge amount of work for a very blocky sim.

Do any SimCity-types allow real city street grids? Can you explore them in 'streetview' mode?

ideally we need a platform optimized to make worldbuilding simple, where you can draw streets and paste buildings with a few clicks. it should allow multiple builders with a wiki-like undo.

most of the buildings can be empty/featureless, but a few need detailed rooms. the 1909 map supplies streetwidths and detailed layout.

choose-your-path text adventures [eg] can force readers to follow the book as closely as the author likes, while adding some forward momentum for lazy readers.

fixed-map text adventures [eg] allow more exploration via NSEW-mapped exits, but consequently permit much less fixed plot and require much trickier implementation.

d&d-style or 2ndLife-style platforms might even allow online socializing as you explore...?

an oldfashioned monopoly-style boardgame with multiple players competing will require a pretty complete reinvention of the book, but again it's a usefully educational challenge to try to boil things down to an essence:

SD: latinquarter hat? ashplant
LB: bowler hat, potato
MB: bed/cat
BB: boner?
BM: coin? key?
Mac: raincoat
Bella: bustier, highheel, whip, dildo?
SiD: pince-nez?
Citizen: biscuit tin/dog/eyeball

places: Tower, school, Eccles, Strand, Nighttown, pubs...

maybe each place comes with a table of possible adventures?

vehicles? postal letters? dogs and cats?

SD & LB build social credit in different ways
alcohol or not, food, orgasms
trading small favors (tobacco)

each pair has changing friendship level?

SD             -5
LB       +9 -9
MB    +4    +3
BM +4   

meeting friends cheers you somewhat, making new friends, meeting strangers

where do we put Church/King/art/freedom/Paris/Martha/Gerty?
each character could be haunted by 'ghosts' they have to face?

SD: mother, church, art, sex, 'nets', BM, Cranly
LB: MB-BB, Rudy, outsiderism

a hexmap can clarify geographic relationships:


(do SD and LB start at opposite ends and wend symmetrically toward each other?)

Friday, June 27, 2014

Page 90 (6.216-253) "Well no... spine."

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— Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the chief towns. What you lose on one you can make up on the other.

Bloom visits his father's grave in Ennis, County Clare, each year on 27 June

— Quite so, Martin Cunningham said. Mary Anderson is up there now. Have you good artists?

as Juliet

— Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we'll have all topnobbers. J.C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in fact.

On 27 August 1904, Joyce shared the stage of the Antient Concert Rooms with Doyle and McCormack (Nora was smitten!):
('Irish industries'?)

— And madame, Mr Power said smiling. Last but not least.

Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them. Smith O'Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there. Woman. Must be his deathday. For many happy returns. The carriage wheeling by Farrell's statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.

StreetView now
1909 map

Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his mouth opening: oot.

— Four bootlaces for a penny.

cf p86 "selling tapes"?

fd: [249]
Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume street. Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford. Has that silk hat ever since. Relics of old decency. Mourning too. Terrible comedown, poor wretch! Kicked about like snuff at a wake. O'Callaghan on his last legs.

neighbor was Henry R Tweedy 1901, 1911
"Relics of old decency" 'The Hat My Father Wore'
kicked about like a football + handed round/disappeared like snuff at a wake
"His Last Legs" [play] "O'Callaghan" comes from the play


And madame. Twenty past eleven. Up. Mrs Fleming is in to clean. Doing her hair, humming: voglio e non vorrei. No: vorrei e non. Looking at the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. Mi trema un poco il. Beautiful on that tre her voice is: weeping tone. A thrust. A throstle. There is a word throstle that expresses that.


Jump to 1:00:

Most editions opt for "A thrush. A throstle."

fd: [250]
His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's goodlooking face. Greyish over the ears. Madame: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way. Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow.

(probably JP is not beside LB)

Who knows is that true about the woman he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it told me, there is no carnal. You would imagine that would get played out pretty quick. Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in Jury's. Or the Moira, was it?

Jury's ad

They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator's form.

StreetView now
1909 map

Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power.

(probably JP and MC are side by side, unless he nudged with his knee)

— Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.

fd: [251]
A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a stick, stumping round the corner of Elvery's elephant house showed them a curved hand open on his spine.

this is to their left, so if MC sees him first, MC ought to be at 7:00

Find Reuben?
elderly Warsaw Jew



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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Page 89 (6.177-215) "so that... yourself?"

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so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that fellow would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job making the new invention?

Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in law perhaps.

Nothing on there

StreetView now [info]
1909 map

the concert rooms and St Mark's are on the right, Queen's on the left??

fd: [246]
They went past the bleak pulpit of Saint Mark's, under the railway bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence. Hoardings: Eugene Stratton, Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Could I go to see Leah tonight, I wonder. I said I. Or The Lily of Killarney? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big powerful change. Wet bright bills for next week. Fun on the Bristol. Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a drink or two. As broad as it's long.

StreetView now
bleak pulpit
Queens poster
equivalent Evening Telegraph ads
Elster Grime

big powerful change

Gaiety poster
Gaiety Theatre

"As broad as it's long" = buying drinks or paying admission, same amount of effort

He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs.

Plasto's. Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Who was he?

Plasto's is on their left (?) but the pineapple sculpture is in the center of the street, to their right (?)
who he was
StreetView now, much changed
1909 map

— How do you do? Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his brow in salute.

— He doesn't see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?

this seems to require that MC and JP are on the Red Bank side (right) but the pointsman above contradicts this

— Who? Mr Dedalus asked.

— Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.

Just that moment I was thinking.

coincidence/telepathy motif

Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: passed.

Red Bank Restaurant
The Red Bank (aka Burton Bindon's) was a classy joint that specialised in oysters [pdf], so Boylan is presumably recharging his sexual potency.

fd: [247]
Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees? Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I am just looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body getting a bit softy. I would notice that: from remembering. What causes that? I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. But the shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind.

"And after: thinking alone." very ambiguous: picturing Molly after fucking BB?

He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces.

"satisfied" he's concealed his distress

fd: [248]
Mr Power asked:

— How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom?

— O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It's a good idea, you see...

— Are you going yourself?



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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Page 88 (6.142-176) "Tom Kernan... automatic"

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 — Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said. And Paddy Leonard taking him off to his face.

"taking him off" = making fun of him by doing impression
(MC wants to show off?)

— O draw him out, Martin, Mr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear him, Simon, on Ben Dollard's singing of The Croppy Boy.

"draw him out" = do your impression of him for us
♬ Croppy Boy

see also p231, p246ff

— Immense, Martin Cunningham said pompously. His singing of that simple ballad, Martin, is the most trenchant rendering I ever heard in the whole course of my experience.

— Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He's dead nuts on that. And the retrospective arrangement.

"retrospective arrangement" (another pompous phrase TK used, probably to mean 'old-fashioned')

— Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? Martin Cunningham asked.

discussed in the next episode [p119ff]

1901 and 1911

— I did not then, Mr Dedalus said. Where is it?

— In the paper this morning.

(not factual)

Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must change for her.

— No, no, Mr Dedalus said quickly. Later on, please.

LB's manners aren't quite up to SiD's standards

fd: [244]
Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the deaths: Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? no, Sexton, Urbright. Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper.

names not factual
"Peake... Crosbie and Alleyne" see "Counterparts"

"Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper." (death-image)
cf p28 "Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors."
cf p48 "Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field."

Thanks to the Little Flower. Sadly missed. To the inexpressible grief of his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan. On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.

It is now a month since dear Henry fled
To his home up above in the sky
While his family weeps and mourns his loss
Hoping some day to meet him on high.

(little or none of this was factually there, but it's all plausible except "and tedious")

I tore up the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it in the bath? He patted his waistcoat pocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled. Before my patience are exhausted.

LB thinks of tearing up the envelope, just before they reach the spot in reverse (p75, 76)
(did he masturbate in the bath, then, as he re-read the letter?)

fd: [245]
National school. Meade's yard. The hazard. Only two there now. Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other trotting round with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there. The jarvies raised their hats.

StreetView now (is it really several blocks from the school to the yard?)
"Only two there" (why not 'here'?)
"The other" = there had been three (can we identify the fare?)
"hats" = back to the present

there's a big timberyard before the school, on the left, but it must be a different one than the Meade's he passed on p74
1909 map

A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a tramway standard by Mr Bloom's window. Couldn't they invent something automatic

"back" [objective 3rd-person]
"standard" = generally, any vertical pole with something at its apex; here, a telephone pole holding tramwires?
since the tramway standards were in the middle of the street, Bloom ought to be in the 1:00 or 5:00 position [debate]

counterargument: the pointsmen were stationed where tramroutes diverged or merged, here just past Westland Row where the tramroute that blocked his view earlier merged onto Gt Brunswick. so the standard might have been on the Westland Row side?



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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Page 87 (6.104-141) "It struck... beard."

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— It struck me too, Martin Cunningham said.

Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet quite clean. But I wish Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better.

Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly.

— After all, he said, it's the most natural thing in the world.

cf? p34 "A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or gentile, is he not?" (Corny's untrustworthiness) or p40 "What else were they invented for?" (sex/picnic) ...or death?

Delaney: [242]
— Did Tom Kernan turn up? Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak of his beard gently.

Kernan, Power and Cunningham were featured in "Grace"

— Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He's behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.

Kernan and Lambert get subsections in episode 10

— And Corny Kelleher himself? Mr Power asked.

— At the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said.

— I met M'Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he'd try to come.


The carriage halted short.

— What's wrong?

— We're stopped.

— Where are we?

Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.

— The grand canal, he said.

(hinting Bloom is facing forward)
2nd of 4 bridges
in 1909 the Victoria Bridge was single-lane
StreetView now


"Gasworks were noted for their foul smell and generally located in the poorest areas of metropolitan areas... usually located beside a river or canal so that coal could be brought in by barge." [wiki]

Whooping cough they say it cures. Good job Milly never got it. Poor children! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions. Shame really. Got off lightly with illness compared. Only measles. Flaxseed tea. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Canvassing for death. Don't miss this chance. Dogs' home over there. Poor old Athos! Be good to Athos, Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men's dogs usually are.

"Canvassing" epidemics spread door-to-door?
Dogs' home: not quite visible across canal a block south

the mostly-UK expression 'canvassing' seems to have originated in the use of canvas/hemp/cannabis cloth to separate/sift good stuff from bad stuff, then to mean carefully sifting/surveying popular opinions, then trying to influence them. LB is an 'ad canvasser' implying he sifts the best prospects from among potential advertisers

A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a colander. I thought it would. My boots were creaking I remember now.

Bloom is asking a very deep and imaginative question about why rain isn't more like mist falling-- the answer requiring an appreciation of factors like surface tension-- followed by a far more naive superstition about humidity and leather predicting rain

Delaney: [243]
— The weather is changing, he said quietly.

why "quietly"? because he feels like an outsider? or to take advantage of the quiet carriage to soothe everyone's edge?

— A pity it did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham said.

— Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There's the sun again coming out.

LB noted the "drouth" on p54

Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the sky.

(what does "a mute curse" look like?)

— It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said.

JSJ's rude wit, mixing 'uncertain as the weather' with 'soft as a baby's bottom' (cf BM's?)

— We're off again.

The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.



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Monday, June 23, 2014

Page 86 (6.65-103) "over Dublin... Martin?"

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over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as a gate. I'll tickle his catastrophe, believe you me.

Gogarty's mother thought Joyce was the bad influence. His aunt Annie may or may not have figured in this battle.

cf BM p5: "The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you."

Henry IV part 2 II.1.52 'Away, you scullion! you rampallion! You fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.'Falstaff's line is explained as 'I'll kick your ass' but SiD seems to just mean 'I'll give him a pain'

He cried above the clatter of the wheels.

— I won't have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A counterjumper's son. Selling tapes in my cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's. Not likely.

Peter Paul McSwiney kept a dry goods/ draper's shop for 30 yrs that became Clery's when he sold it in 1883. He was JSJ's mother's cousin, and served as Dublin's mayor. Simon is rhetorically diminishing Mulligan by choosing 'tapes' over all the other things he would have been selling. (Gogarty's father was a surgeon too)

(cf Simon's posturing here, with 6yo Stevie's posturing at Clongowes in PoA1, and teen Stephen in PoA5 listing Simon's 'attributes': "A medical student, an oarsman, a tenor, an amateur actor, a shouting politician, a small landlord, a small investor, a drinker, a good fellow, a storyteller, somebody's secretary, something in a distillery, a taxgatherer, a bankrupt and at present a praiser of his own past.")

Stephen won't let Mulligan ruin him either, in a slightly different sense

Delaney: [240]
He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and beard, gravely shaking.

(pretty clearly, Power is between SiD and MC, and MC is probably facing LB, which means LB had to squeeze between SiD and Power to reach the empty seat)

Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes. Strange feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance. Must have been that morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window, watching the two dogs at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up. She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a touch, Poldy. God, I'm dying for it. How life begins.

11yo? in Eton suit [more]
Rudy spoilers

Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside her. I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent. Learn German too.

why German?

Delaney: [241]
— Are we late? Mr Power asked.

— Ten minutes, Martin Cunningham said, looking at his watch.

so, 11:10am? (would they really call that late?)

Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she's a dear girl. Soon be a woman. Mullingar. Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes: a woman too. Life, life.

Ye gods and little fishes
1826: 'by the jumping Jupiter'

The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.

("trunks" turns them into luggage, like the coffin)

— Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said.

— He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn't that squint troubling him. Do you follow me?

"squint" = shortage (in tailoring, or food, or carriages???)
but cf below "his drooping eye"

He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away crustcrumbs from under his thighs.

— What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?

— Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr Power said.

(probably not that surprising, but Corny should have had it cleaned)

All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward and said:

"buttonless" (upholstery with buttons could hold more stuffing in place)

— Unless I'm greatly mistaken... What do you think, Martin?



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