Sunday, November 2, 2014

Page 247 (11.65-101) "crossblind of the Ormond... as he had come."

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crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel.

— Is that her? asked Miss Kennedy.

Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil.

his excellency

color range

— Exquisite contrast, Miss Kennedy said.

trying to sound educated

When all agog Miss Douce said eagerly:

— Look at the fellow in the tall silk.

— Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.

— In the second carriage, Miss Douce's wet lips said, laughing in the sun. He's looking. Mind till I see.

She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a halo of hurried breath.

(very speculative)

Her wet lips tittered:

— He's killed looking back.

cf Odysseus, tormented by the sirens' song, struggling against the bonds that secure him to the mast

She laughed:

— O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?

cf 'Jesus wept'

With sadness.

Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a hair. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.

"gold no more" because she's moved "from bright light"

themes and variations

— It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said.

A man.

Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes, bearing in his breast the sweets of sin, by Wine's antiques in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for Raoul.

we last saw Bloom renting 'Sweets of Sin' at an unspecified bookstore, maybe under Merchant's arch, maybe Strong's (but it's now west?)

he's a block west of Merchant's arch; the cavalcade would have been visible in the distance crossing Grattan bridge
streetview now
1909 map

26yo Jew in 1901

The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came. For them unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And

boots = shoeshine/ errand boy
Charles Selby: 'Boots at the Swan' (one-act farce may have influenced Finnegans Wake; put on at Clongowes in 1890, when Joyce was there; the 'boots' is Jacob Earwig, is deaf, impersonates a policeman, gets locked in a closet after drinking too much, thumps loudly at the door, etc.)

(why no punctuation after "And"?)

— There's your teas, he said.

Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.

a popular health fad [wiki]

— What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked.

— Find out, Miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

— Your beau, is it?

A haughty bronze replied:

— I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent insolence.

40yo widow w/Irish&English in 1901

— Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootsnout sniffed rudely, as he retreated as she threatened as he had come.

he resents that she thinks she's above him







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