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Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist, a lady's, hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the old dingdong again.

"dingdong" = routine?


— Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.

Simon, Dollard, Cowley? (not Dignam?)


George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand.



Jingle.



Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the Burton, gummy with gristle. No-one here: Goulding and I. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro, bald Pat. Nothing to do. Best value in Dub.

Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together, mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the bowend, sawing the 'cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore. Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them.

trombone:

grampus = whale


Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.



Only the harp. Lovely gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are their harps. I. He. Old. Young.

harp:

"glowering" is always angry, so LB is using it wrong, for the sound

can a harp resemble a lovely ship's stern/poop/rear end?

"Gravy's rather good" (not "good fit")


— Ah, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said, shy, listless.



Strongly.



— Go on, blast you! Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.



— M'appari, Simon, Father Cowley said.



Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he sang to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. A headland, a ship, a sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her.

(i don't accept any of the various claims that "A Last Farewell" is a song title or a painting title-- we should be able to google them!?)


Cowley sang:

— M'appari tutt'amor:
    Il mio sguardo l'incontr...



She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil to one departing, dear one, to wind, love, speeding sail, return.



— Go on, Simon.



— Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben... Well...



Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.

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