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And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time. Coming events cast their shadows before. With the approval of the eminent poet Mr Geo Russell. That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. A.E: what does that mean? Initials perhaps. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world with a Scotch accent. Tentacles: octopus. Something occult: symbolism. Holding forth. She's taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid gentleman in literary work.

(contrast his systematic work on "A.E." vs none on "u.p.")
AE was a printer's misreading of Æ which was short for Æon which was (briefly) AE's mystical self-name

His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only weggebobbles and fruit. Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. They say it's healthier. Wind and watery though. Tried it. Keep you on the run all day. Bad as a bloater. Dreams all night. Why do they call that thing they gave me nutsteak? Nutarians. Fruitarians. To give you the idea you are eating rumpsteak. Absurd. Salty too. They cook in soda. Keep you sitting by the tap all night.

"high figure" (how tall was AE?) he'd been married for 6yrs and had 2 sons [cite]
Joyce had recently had mock turkey at a vegetarian restaurant [cite]
the consensus is that "Bad as a bloater" refers to cattle flatulence, but from the context a salted herring sounds likelier (cf FW305.16 "if you're not your bloater's kipper")

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Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that: so tasteless, Those literary ethereal people they are all. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Esthetes they are. I wouldn't be surprised if it was that kind of food you see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical. For example one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a certain mood.

Padraic Colum guessed the loose-stockings woman would more likely have been Susan Langstaff Mitchell (1866-1926, poet and subeditor at Irish Homestead, author of "George Moore" &c, 44yo in 1911, 34yo in 1901) not 'fastidious' Lizzie Twigg [reg req]

The dreamy cloudy gull
Waves o'er the waters dull.

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the field glasses. Or will I drop into old Harris's and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his lunch. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Goerz lenses, six guineas. Germans making their way everywhere. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in the railway lost property office. Astonishing the things people leave behind them in trains and cloak rooms. What do they be thinking about? Women too. Incredible. Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer's daughter's bag and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money too. There's a little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test those glasses by.

Grafton: StreetView now, 1909 map
StreetView north towards bank roof

1907

Gifford says Yeates was on the west side of Grafton, but he sometimes gets these backwards
six guineas in 1904 = $800 now

70yo w/30yo wife in 1901

Morris's daughter Lizzie may have married the painter Wm Sinclair and borne a junior Wm who was a wellmannered 19yo Protestant art student in 1901 but later a 29yo Jewish art dealer (middle name Abraham) in 1911 (but this is speculative)

train route via Limerick junction

mysteries: pix of Twigg, Mitchell, Yeates, Morris's

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