Sunday, August 3, 2014

Page 123 (7.370-402) "O, HARP... stooped twice."

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eeOHLeeun (good agreement here, but A/Eolus is split between EEohlus and AYohlus)
Aeolian harps [wiki]
(Coleridge's poem could have been a model for young JAJ's embarrassing Parnell poem?)

He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth.

— Bingbang, bangbang.

Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door.

— Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an ad.

He went in.

— What about that leader this evening? professor MacHugh asked, coming to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.

— That'll be all right, Myles Crawford said more calmly. Never you fret. Hello, Jack. That's all right.

— Good day, Myles. J.J. O'Molloy said, letting the pages he held slip limply back on the file. Is that Canada swindle case on today?

The telephone whirred inside.

— Twenty eight... No, twenty... Double four... Yes.


Lenehan came out of the inner office with Sport's tissues.

'Sport' was a Saturday publication with the same owner, which published frequent one-page updates called 'tissues' for subscribers only

— 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 open.

brash US newsboys of that era [2min vid]

— Hush, Lenehan said. I hear feetstoops.

Professor MacHugh strode across the room and seized the cringing urchin by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the steps. The tissues rustled up in the draught, floated softly in the air blue scrawls and under the table came to earth.

"down the steps" (so we're above ground level?)
pronounced 'draft'

— It wasn't me, sir. It was the big fellow shoved me, sir.

— Throw him out and shut the door, the editor said. There's a hurricane blowing.

Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor, grunting as he stooped twice.

"feetstoops... stooped twice"



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