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Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Keeps a hotel now. They never come back. Fleshpots of Egypt.
"Jack Fleming" may be the missing husband of the Blooms' housekeeper, Mrs Fleming, thus partly based on 'Dante' Hearn Conway (of PoA fame), whose husband disappeared with her fortune
"They" = Irish emigrants?
on p41 we saw Stephen-- an emigrant who did come back-- use this phrase ironically for his groatsworth of mou en civet
He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets.
This building was the closed Turkish Baths nextdoor to Swenys, but Joyce seems to have relocated it westward.
College sports today I see. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like a cod in a pot. Damn bad ad. Now if they had made it round like a wheel. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and the hub big: college. Something to catch the eye.
This "combination meeting of Dublin University Bicycle and Harrier Club" will occur in episode ten
no one knows what a horseshoe poster looks like: the poster must be rectangular, depicting a sideways horseshoe shape that represents a racing cyclist (maybe head, back, arms, with no legs or wheels?)
the poster is over the gate (on the brick wall to the left?)
"It grieved my heart to see you sail, Though from my heart you took leg-bail; ♬ Like a cod you’re doubled up head and tail, Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!"
Hamlet II.2.483-484: 'Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven'
There's Hornblower standing at the porter's lodge. Keep him on hands: might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr Hornblower? How do you do, sir?
on p55 Bloom imagined: "come to a city gate, sentry there, old ranker too"
from the context, "on hands" must mean 'on good terms' (Bloom's practical opportunism)
"on the nod" = with the porter's special permission
this bit of dialog is just in Bloom's head, rehearsing a future exploit. nor is 'Hornblower' a name in the Irish census: perhaps it describes his uniform (but Molly will capitalise it too):
photos of Trinity's south gate are scarce
|now, from Google StreetView|
Delaney: Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can't play it here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Buller broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg.
"like that" why not like this?
lotuseaters lazily watch cricket
Bloom seems more knowledgeable about cricket than he credits the Irish ("They" not 'We')
1895 cricket in Phoenix(?) Park
"Duck for six wickets" implies perfect ineptitude
(anticipates Harry Hughes in episode 17)
|Kildare Street Club|
Donnybrook fair more in their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the floor.
Heatwave. Won't last. Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer thaaan them all.
"which in the flight of years we trace is dearer than them all" (jump to 2:20)
"Won't last" (global warming not yet a factor)
Delaney: Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid stream. This is my body.
Luke 22:19 "And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me." (cf p77 "Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse why the cannibals cotton to it. ")
He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.
explicit visualisation [pic]
"riprippled" joycean onomatopoeia
various nonaquatic plants are nicknamed 'mother of thousands' because they propagate readily ("limp" may imply he's picturing having just masturbated in the bath)
his nightly accounts in ch17 will include one shilling and sixpence (~US2014 $10) for "Bath and Gratification"
an 1860 pricelist for the mosque-style baths on Lincoln (closed in 1904)
does 'Gratification' = 'GRATUITIES'?
mysteries: horseshoe poster
lotus-eaters: 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83