Sunday, October 26, 2014

Page 234 (10.881-915) "Hello, Simon... Ben, anyhow."

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1909 map

intrusion-source 14Si1:

— Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?
— Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.

this meeting intruded on Tom Kernan (one mile west) shortly after Kernan intruded on Simon and Dilly, so it should be almost immediately after that 11DD. in a moment, Hugh Love will intrude here from shortly after Lynch's Kitty intruded on Ned Lambert, which must be some undetermined time before Conmee intrudes on Stephen at the bookshop, which is just before Dilly shows up, so the time from Kitty to Donnycarney is approximately equal to the time it takes Dilly to reach Clohissey's from Dillon's. [yikes!]

They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's. Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.

a block west of Dillon's
streetview now

— What's the best news? Mr Dedalus said.

— Why then not much, Father Cowley said. I'm barricaded up, Simon, with two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance.

— Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?

— O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.

moneylender (RJ Dodd)

— With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.

— The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I'm just waiting for Ben Dollard. He's going to say a word to Long John to get him to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.

He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in his neck.

— I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He's always doing a good turn for someone. Hold hard!

lame (clumsy?)

He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.

— Here he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets.

Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.


As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:

— Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.

— Hold him now, Ben Dollard said.

Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben Dollard's figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he muttered sneeringly:

— That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a summer's day?

just a moment ago Simon was praising him behind his back

— Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw.

He stood beside them beaming on them first and on his roomy clothes from points of which Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying:

— They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.

roomy, too big




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