Saturday, August 9, 2014

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of the spirit, not an imperium, that went under with the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Yes, yes. They went under. Pyrrhus, misled by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece. Loyal to a lost cause.

or Ægospotami?

He strode away from them towards the window.

— They went forth to battle, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but they always fell.

Yeats 1892
OMB is dressed in grey tweed

— Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in the latter half of the matinée. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!

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He whispered then near Stephen's ear:


There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh
    Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
    As he mostly sees double
    To wear them why trouble?
    I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you?

Joe Miller's 1739 Jest Book [etext]

In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.

Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.

— That'll be all right, he said. I'll read the rest after. That'll be all right.

Lenehan extended his hands in protest.

— But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railway line?


— Opera? Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.

Lenehan announced gladly:

The Rose of Castile. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!

He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.

— Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.

OMB joining the game?

strong weakness

Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling tissues.

...or just Lenehan again?

The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties.

— Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.

— Like fellows who had blown up the Bastille, J.J. O'Molloy said in quiet mockery. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you? You look as though you had done the deed. General Bobrikoff.

the British generally prefer LEFtenant, but would the Irish too?

shot at 8:35am Dublin time, by Eugen Schauman



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