Friday, October 17, 2014

Page 208 (9.1158-1192) "Longworth is... to lift"

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— Longworth is awfully sick, he said, after what you wrote about that old hake Gregory. O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! She gets you a job on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus. Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?

He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:

— The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time. One thinks of Homer.

He stopped at the stairfoot.

— I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.

The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices.


In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:

— Everyman His Own Wife
A Honeymoon in the Hand
(a national immorality in three orgasms)
Ballocky Mulligan

He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying:

— The disguise, I fear, is thin. But listen.

He read, marcato:

— Characters:

TOBY TOSTOFF (a ruined Pole)
CRAB (a bushranger)
   and       } (two birds with one stone)
MOTHER GROGAN (a watercarrier)
ROSALIE (the coalquay whore)

He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking on, followed by Stephen: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men:

— O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to lift

Camden Hall info
1909 map
34 Camden St Lower

Daughters of Erin [wiki]



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