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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

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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?

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— 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?

untrustworthy
"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?

mysteries:

[DD 02:48-03:24]