Tuesday, October 21, 2014

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— Boody! For shame!



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A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.


Bloom dropped this throwaway at the start of episode 8, two hours ago, but it's only progressed 900ft!? "He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of swells, floated under by the bridge piers." it will make two more downstream appearances [map]

(but this should be approximately the same time as its intrusion much farther east for Mulligan???)

the motif anticipates the Liffey watercycle in Finnegans Wake, with Elijah perhaps hinting a rebirth


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3:05pm (jumping back another 20min)

streetview now
1909 map (is it coincidence that he's nextdoor to the Gaiety theatre?)


The blonde girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.

could the bottle be champagne? and the jar...?
maybe he bought them elsewhere? why else would the bottle already have tissue paper around it?

50yo in 1901
 'fruiterer and florist' expensive/exclusive



— Put these in first, will you? he said.


— Yes, sir, the blond girl said, and the fruit on top.

echoing Haines' melanges?


— That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan said.

"game ball" = fine (from tennis?)
it sounds really caddish (echo of Rochford's discs?)


She bestowed fat pears neatly, head by tail, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches.

suggesting Molly
cf p54: the cat's "avid shameclosing eyes"


Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells.

"fruitsmelling" seems weirdly abstract
is any fruit "crinkled"? raisins?


H.E.L.Y'S. filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal.

Bloom noticed earlier: "scarlet letters on their five tall white hats" but they're also called sandwichmen wearing sandwichboards, which may repeat the letters on their hats, or carry other ads for Hely's:


they're all at the south end of Grafton street, where the plodders will turn and return to the ballast office or further

(what sort of view would he have from inside the shop?)


He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain's length.



farsighted?


— Can you send them by tram? Now?


intrusion 5BB17:

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the hawker's cart.

Bloom is 1/3 mile north
this intrudes from Lenehan's section, maybe ten minutes after we saw Rochford's invention demoed

"A figure... the hawker" (different articles)


— Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?



— O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Ten minutes.

Grafton to Eccles by tram, more like 20?



The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.



— Will you write the address, sir?



Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.



— Send it at once, will you? he said. It's for an invalid.

shameless liar


— Yes, sir. I will, sir.



Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.



— What's the damage? he asked.



The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.



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mysteries: bottle and jar


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