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— Bad luck to the jewman that made them, Ben Dollard said. Thanks be to God he's not paid yet.



— And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin? Father Cowley asked.


pseudo-intrusion 14Si38:

Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring, glassyeyed, strode past the Kildare street club.

we saw him 45min ago in the Library, so he's heading north on Kildare or east on Leinster
streetview now
1909 map
1 mile southeast


Ben Dollard frowned and, making suddenly a chanter's mouth, gave forth a deep note.

— Aw! he said.

(should be a colon? 'Awww...')


— That's the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.



— What about that? Ben Dollard said. Not too dusty? What?



He turned to both.



— That'll do, Father Cowley said, nodding also.


pseudo-intrusion 14Si47:

The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old Chapterhouse of saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the Ford of Hurdles.

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1909 map
a block north


Ben Dollard with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward, his joyful fingers in the air.

everyday exuberance


— Come along with me to the subsheriff's office, he said. I want to show you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He's a cross between Lobengula and Lynchehaun. He's well worth seeing, mind you. Come along. I saw John Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it will cost me a fall if I don't... wait awhile... We're on the right lay, Bob, believe you me.

1909 map

James Lynchehaun

— For a few days tell him, Father Cowley said anxiously.



Ben Dollard halted and stared, his loud orifice open, a dangling button of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.

cf p227: "eyes bleared with old rheum"


— What few days? he boomed. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent?



— He has, Father Cowley said.



— Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben Dollard said. The landlord has the prior claim. I gave him all the particulars. 29 Windsor avenue. Love is the name?

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— That's right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He's a minister in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that?

rev. Hugh Love = landlord w/prior claim
Reuben Dodd = creditor whose writ is worthless


— You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard said, that he can put that writ where Jacko put the nuts.

cf "where Jesus left the jews"


He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.

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