Thursday, April 23, 2015

Page 732 (18.1586-1609) "girls laughing... I will Yes."


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girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs
and the auctions in the morning
the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else
from all the ends of Europe
and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons
and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep
and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps
and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls
and the old castle thousands of years old
yes




and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings
asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop
and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas
2 glancing eyes a lattice hid
for her lover to kiss the iron
and the wineshops half open at night
and the castanets
and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras
the watchman going about serene with his lamp




and O that awful deepdown torrent O
and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire
and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens
yes
and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses
and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses
and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain
yes
when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used
or shall I wear a red
yes




and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall
and I thought well as well him as another
and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again
yes
and then he asked me would I
yes
to say yes my mountain flower
and first I put my arms around him
yes
and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume
yes
and his heart was going like mad
and yes I said yes I will Yes.





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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Page 731 (18.1548-1585) "Findlaters and get... and the Spanish"


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Findlaters
and get them to send us some flowers to put about the place
in case he brings him home tomorrow
today I mean
no no Fridays an unlucky day




first I want to do the place up someway
the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep
then we can have music and cigarettes
I can accompany him first
I must clean the keys of the piano with milk




whatll I wear
shall I wear a white rose
or those fairy cakes in Liptons
I love the smell of a rich big shop at 7d a lb
or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar 11d
a couple of lbs of those
a nice plant for the middle of the table
Id get that cheaper in
wait wheres this I saw them not long ago




I love flowers
Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses
God of heaven theres nothing like nature
the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing
then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat
and all kinds of things
and all the fine cattle going about
that would do your heart good to see




rivers and lakes and flowers
all sorts of shapes and smells and colours
springing up even out of the ditches
primroses and violets
nature it is




as for them saying theres no God
I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning
why dont they go and create something I often asked him
atheists or whatever they call themselves
go and wash the cobbles off themselves first




then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why
why
because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience
ah yes I know them well
who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody
that made it all
who
ah that they dont know
neither do I so there you are




they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow
the sun shines for you he said
the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head
in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat
the day I got him to propose to me
yes




first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth
and it was leapyear like now
yes
16 years ago my God
after that long kiss I near lost my breath
yes
he said I was a flower of the mountain
yes
so we are flowers all a womans body
yes
that was one true thing he said in his life
and the sun shines for you today
yes




that was why I liked him because I saw he understood
or felt what a woman is
and I knew I could always get round him
and I gave him all the pleasure I could
leading him on till he asked me to say yes
and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky




I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of
Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves
and the sailors playing
all birds fly and I say stoop
and washing up dishes they called it on the pier
and the sentry in front of the governors house
with the thing round his white helmet
poor devil half roasted
and the Spanish






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Page 730 (18.1511-1547) "yes and damn well... Lambes there beside"


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yes and damn well fucked too
up to my neck nearly not by him
5 or 6 times handrunning




theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet
I wouldnt bother to even iron it out
that ought to satisfy him
if you dont believe me feel my belly
unless I made him stand there and put him into me




Ive a mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me
serve him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress
as the thing in the gallery said
O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in this vale of tears
God knows its not much
doesnt everybody only they hide it




I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for
or He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men




then if he wants to kiss my bottom Ill drag open my drawers
and bulge it right out in his face as large as life
he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there
my brown part
then Ill tell him I want £1 or perhaps 30/
Ill tell him I want to buy underclothes
then if he gives me that well he wont be too bad
I dont want to soak it all out of him like other women do




I could often have written out a fine cheque for myself
and write his name on it for a couple of pounds
a few times he forgot to lock it up
besides he wont spend it




Ill let him do it off on me behind
provided he doesnt smear all my good drawers
O I suppose that cant be helped
Ill do the indifferent l or 2 questions
Ill know by the answers
when hes like that he cant keep a thing back
I know every turn in him
Ill tighten my bottom well and let out a few smutty words
smellrump or lick my shit or the first mad thing comes into my head
then Ill suggest about




yes O wait now
sonny my turn is coming
Ill be quite gay and friendly over it
O but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing
pfooh you wouldnt know which to laugh or cry
were such a mixture of plum and apple




no Ill have to wear the old things
so much the better
itll be more pointed
hell never know whether he did it or not
there thats good enough for you
any old thing at all
then Ill wipe him off me just like a business
his omission
then Ill go out
Ill have him eying up at the ceiling where is she gone now
make him want me
thats the only way




a quarter after what an unearthly hour
I suppose theyre just getting up in China now
combing out their pigtails for the day
well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus
theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep
except an odd priest or two for his night office
or the alarmclock next door at cockshout
clattering the brains out of itself




let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5
what kind of flowers are those they invented
like the stars
the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer
the apron he gave me was like that
something
only I only wore it twice
better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get up early
Ill go to Lambes there beside






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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Page 729 (18.1473-1510) "or thing pity... wife is fucked"


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or thing
pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me
by Valera with the questions in it all upside down the two ways
I always knew wed go away in the end
I can tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian
then hell see Im not so ignorant




what a pity he didnt stay
Im sure the poor fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly
I could have brought him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast
so long as I didnt do it on the knife for bad luck




or if the woman was going her rounds with the watercress
and something nice and tasty
there are a few olives in the kitchen he might like
I never could bear the look of them in Abrines




I could do the criada
the room looks all right since I changed it the other way
you see something was telling me all the time
Id have to introduce myself not knowing me from Adam
very funny wouldnt it
Im his wife




or pretend we were in Spain with him half awake
without a Gods notion where he is
dos huevos estrellados senor
Lord the cracked things come into my head sometimes
itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us




why not theres the room upstairs empty
and Millys bed in the back room
he could do his writing and studies at the table in there
for all the scribbling he does at it
and if he wants to read in bed in the morning like me
as hes making the breakfast for 1 he can make it for 2 Im sure




Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him
if he takes a gesabo of a house like this
Id love to have a long talk with an intelligent welleducated person




Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers
like those Turks with the fez used to sell
or yellow
and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want
or a peachblossom dressing jacket
like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6




Ill just give him one more chance
Ill get up early in the morning
Im sick of Cohens old bed
in any case I might go over to the markets to see all the vegetables
and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of splendid fruits
all coming in lovely and fresh




who knows whod be the 1st man Id meet
theyre out looking for it in the morning
Mamy Dillon used to say
they are and the night too
that was her massgoing




Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth
like when I used to be in the longing way
then Ill throw him up his eggs
and tea in the moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth bigger
I suppose hed like my nice cream too




I know what Ill do Ill go about rather gay
not too much singing a bit now and then
mi fa pieta Masetto
then Ill start dressing myself to go out
presto non son piu forte
Ill put on my best shift and drawers
let him have a good eyeful out of that
to make his micky stand for him
Ill let him know if thats what he wanted
that his wife is fucked






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Page 728 (18.1436-1472) "killing one another... any person place"


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killing one another and slaughtering
when do you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do
or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses




yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop
sure they wouldnt be in the world at all only for us
they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother
how could they
where would they all of them be if they hadnt all
a mother to look after them what I never had




thats why I suppose hes running wild now
out at night away from his books and studies
and not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I suppose
well its a poor case that those that have a fine son like that




theyre not satisfied and I none
was he not able to make one
it wasnt my fault
we came together when I was watching the two dogs
up in her behind in the middle of the naked street
that disheartened me altogether
I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I knitted
crying as I was
but give it to some poor child
but I knew well Id never have another
our 1st death too it was
we were never the same since




O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any more
I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night
I felt all the time it was somebody strange he brought in
instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who
nightwalkers and pickpockets
his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive
ruining himself for life perhaps




still its a lovely hour
so silent
I used to love coming home after dances
the air of the night
they have friends they can talk to
weve none
either he wants what he wont get
or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you
I hate that in women
no wonder they treat us the way they do
we are a dreadful lot of bitches
I suppose its all the troubles we have makes us so snappy




Im not like that
he could easy have slept in there on the sofa in the other room
I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young
hardly 20
of me in the next room
hed have heard me on the chamber
arrah what harm
Dedalus I wonder
its like those names in Gibraltar
Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there




father Vilaplana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary
Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas
and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street
O what a name
Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like her
O my and all the bits of streets
Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp
and the devils gap steps




well small blame to me if I am a harumscarum
I know I am a bit
I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then
I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish
como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted
see I havent forgotten it all
I thought I had only for the grammar
a noun is the name of any person place






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Monday, April 20, 2015

Page 727 (18.1398-1435) "all those desires... women going and"


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all those desires for Id like to know
I cant help it if Im young still can I
its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before my time
living with him so cold
never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep
the wrong end of me
not knowing I suppose who he has




any man thatd kiss a womans bottom
Id throw my hat at him after that
hed kiss anything unnatural
where we havent 1 atom of any kind of expression in us
all of us the same
2 lumps of lard
before ever Id do that to a man
pfooh the dirty brutes
the mere thought is enough




I kiss the feet of you senorita
theres some sense in that
didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did
what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me




still of course a woman wants to be embraced
20 times a day almost to make her look young
no matter by who so long as to be in love or loved by somebody
if the fellow you want isnt there
sometimes by the Lord God
I was thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark evening
where nobodyd know me
and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it
and not care a pin whose I was
only do it off up in a gate somewhere




or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham
had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry
to try and steal our things if they could
I only sent mine there a few times for the name model laundry
sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings
that blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes
peeling a switch attack me in the dark
and ride me up against the wall without a word




or a murderer anybody
what they do themselves
the fine gentlemen in their silk hats
that K C lives up somewhere this way
coming out of Hardwicke lane
the night he gave us the fish supper
on account of winning over the boxing match
of course it was for me he gave it
I knew him by his gaiters and the walk
and when I turned round a minute after just to see
there was a woman after coming out of it too
some filthy prostitute
then he goes home to his wife after that




only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease
O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of Mike
listen to him
the winds that waft my sighs to thee
so well he may sleep and sigh the great Suggester
Don Poldo de la Flora




if he knew how he came out on the cards this morning
hed have something to sigh for
a dark man in some perplexity
between 2 7s too in prison
for Lord knows what he does that I dont know




and Im to be slooching around down in the kitchen
to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy
will I indeed
did you ever see me running
Id just like to see myself at it
show them attention and they treat you like dirt
I dont care what anybody says
itd be much better for the world to be governed by the women in it
you wouldnt see women going and






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Page 726 (18.1360-1397) "1st thing... were we given"


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1st thing in the morning
till I see if the wishcard comes out
or Ill try pairing the lady herself and see if he comes out
Ill read and study all I can find or learn a bit off by heart
if I knew who he likes
so he wont think me stupid
if he thinks all women are the same




and I can teach him the other part
Ill make him feel all over him till he half faints under me
then hell write about me lover and mistress publicly too
with our 2 photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous




O but then what am I going to do about him though
no thats no way for him
has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his nature
slapping us behind like that on my bottom because I didnt call him Hugh
the ignoramus
that doesnt know poetry from a cabbage




thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place
pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me
so barefaced without even asking permission
and standing out that vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear




to be admired like a priest or a butcher
or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar
of course hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke
sure you might as well be in bed with what with a lion
God Im sure hed have something better to say for himself
an old Lion would




O well I suppose its because they were so plump and tempting
in my short petticoat he couldnt resist
they excite myself sometimes
its well for men
all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body
were so round and white for them always




I wished I was one myself for a change just to try
with that thing they have swelling up on you so hard
and at the same time so soft when you touch it




my uncle John has a thing long
I heard those cornerboys saying passing the corner of Marrowbone lane
my aunt Mary has a thing hairy
because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing
it didnt make me blush
why should it either
its only nature
and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera
and turns out to be you put the handle in a sweepingbrush




men again all over
they can pick and choose what they please
a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different tastes
like those houses round behind Irish street
no
but were to be always chained up




theyre not going to be chaining me up
no damn fear
once I start I tell you
for their stupid husbands jealousy
why cant we all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling




her husband found it out what they did together
well naturally and if he did can he undo it
hes coronado anyway whatever he does




and then he going to the other mad extreme
about the wife in Fair Tyrants
of course the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the husband
or wife either
its the woman he wants and he gets her
what else were we given






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Sunday, April 19, 2015

Page 725 (18.1322-1359) "into his eyes... throw them the"


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into his eyes
or standing up like a red Indian
what do they go about like that for
only getting themselves and their poetry laughed at




I always liked poetry when I was a girl
first I thought he was a poet like lord Byron
and not an ounce of it in his composition
I thought he was quite different




I wonder is he too young
hes about
wait 88 I was married
88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89
what age was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 about
88 I suppose hes 20 or more
Im not too old for him if hes 23 or 24




I hope hes not that stuckup university student sort
no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting down in the old kitchen with him
taking Eppss cocoa and talking




of course he pretended to understand it all
probably he told him he was out of Trinity college
hes very young to be a professor
I hope hes not a professor like Goodwin was
he was a potent professor of John Jameson
they all write about some woman in their poetry
well I suppose he wont find many like me




where softly sighs of love the light guitar
where poetry is in the air
the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully
coming back on the nightboat from Tarifa
the lighthouse at Europa point
the guitar that fellow played was so expressive
will I ever go back there again
all new faces




two glancing eyes a lattice hid
Ill sing that for him
theyre my eyes
if hes anything of a poet
two eyes as darkly bright as loves own star
arent those beautiful words
as loves young star




itll be a change the Lord knows
to have an intelligent person to talk to about yourself
not always listening to him and Billy Prescotts ad
and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad
then if anything goes wrong in their business we have to suffer




Im sure hes very distinguished
Id like to meet a man like that
God not those other ruck
besides hes young
those fine young men I could see down in Margate strand bathingplace
from the side of the rock standing up in the sun
naked like a God or something and then plunging into the sea with them
why arent all men like that
thered be some consolation for a woman




like that lovely little statue he bought
I could look at him all day long
curly head and his shoulders
his finger up for you to listen
theres real beauty and poetry for you
I often felt I wanted to kiss him all over
also his lovely young cock there so simple
I wouldnt mind taking him in my mouth if nobody was looking
as if it was asking you to suck it
so clean and white he looks with his boyish face
I would too in 1/2 a minute even if some of it went down
what its only like gruel or the dew




theres no danger besides hed be so clean
compared with those pigs of men I suppose never dream of washing it
from 1 years end to the other the most of them
only thats what gives the women the moustaches Im sure
itll be grand if I can only get in with a handsome young poet at my age
Ill throw them the






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Page 724 (18.1282-1321) "Bailey wont you... greasy hair hanging"


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Bailey wont you please come home
her widows weeds wont improve her appearance
theyre awfully becoming though if youre goodlooking
what men
wasnt he
yes he was at the Glencree dinner




and Ben Dollard base barreltone
the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing out of
in Holles street
squeezed and squashed into them
and grinning all over his big Dolly face like a wellwhipped childs botty
didnt he look a balmy ballocks
sure enough that must have been a spectacle on the stage
imagine paying 5/- in the preserved seats for that
to see him trotting off in his trowlers




and Simon Dedalus too
he was always turning up half screwed
singing the second verse first
the old love is the new was one of his
so sweetly sang the maiden on the hawthorn bough




he was always on for flirtyfying too
when I sang Maritana with him at Freddy Mayers private opera
he had a delicious glorious voice
Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart
sweetheart he always sang it
not like Bartell dArcy sweet tart goodbye




of course he had the gift of the voice so there was no art in it
all over you like a warm showerbath
O Maritana wildwood flower
we sang splendidly
though it was a bit too high for my register even transposed
and he was married at the time to May Goulding
but then hed say or do something to knock the good out of it
hes a widower now




I wonder what sort is his son
he says hes an author and going to be a university professor of Italian
and Im to take lessons
what is he driving at now




showing him my photo
its not good of me
I ought to have got it taken in drapery
that never looks out of fashion
still I look young in it
I wonder he didnt make him a present of it altogether and me too
after all why not




I saw him driving down to the Kingsbridge station
with his father and mother
I was in mourning
thats 11 years ago now
yes hed be 11
though what was the good in going into mourning
for what was neither one thing nor the other




the first cry was enough for me
I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wall
of course he insisted
hed go into mourning for the cat




I suppose
hes a man now by this time
he was an innocent boy then
and a darling little fellow in his lord Fauntleroy suit
and curly hair like a prince on the stage
when I saw him at Mat Dillons
he liked me too I remember
they all do




wait by God yes wait yes hold on
he was on the cards this morning when I laid out the deck
union with a young stranger neither dark nor fair you met before
I thought it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger either
besides my face was turned the other way
what was the 7th card after that
the 10 of spades for a Journey by land
then there was a letter on its way
and scandals too
the 3 queens and the 8 of diamonds for a rise in society
yes wait it all came out and 2 red 8s for new garments
look at that




and didnt I dream something too
yes there was something about poetry in it
I hope he hasnt long greasy hair hanging






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Saturday, April 18, 2015

Page 723 (18.1244-1281) "more when I... waiting Bill"


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when I wouldnt let him lick me in Holles street one night
man man tyrant as ever
for the one thing he slept on the floor half the night
naked the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them




and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word
wanting to be petted
so I thought I stood out enough for one time and let him
he does it all wrong too
thinking only of his own pleasure
his tongue is too flat or I dont know what
he forgets that wethen I dont




Ill make him do it again if he doesnt mind himself
and lock him down to sleep in the coalcellar with the blackbeetles
I wonder was it her Josie off her head with my castoffs
hes such a born liar too
no hed never have the courage with a married woman
thats why he wants me and Boylan
though as for her Denis as she calls him
that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call him a husband




yes its some little bitch hes got in with
even when I was with him with Milly at the College races
that Hornblower with the childs bonnet on the top of his nob
let us into by the back way
he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and down
I tried to wink at him first
no use of course
and thats the way his money goes




this is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam
yes
they were all in great style at the grand funeral
in the paper Boylan brought in
if they saw a real officers funeral thatd be something
reversed arms
muffled drums
the poor horse walking behind in black
L Boom and Tom Kernan
that drunken little barrelly man that bit his tongue off
falling down the mens W C drunk in some place or other




and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband
white head of cabbage
skinny thing with a turn in her eye
trying to sing my songs
shed want to be born all over again
and her old green dress with the lowneck
as she cant attract them any other way
like dabbling on a rainy day




I see it all now plainly and they call that friendship
killing and then burying one another
and they all with their wives and families at home
more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does
of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick
or just getting better of it
and hes a goodlooking man still
though hes getting a bit grey over the ears
theyre a nice lot all of them




well theyre not going to get my husband again
into their clutches if I can help it
making fun of him then behind his back
I know well
when he goes on with his idiotics
because he has sense enough not to squander every penny piece he earns
down their gullets
and looks after his wife and family
goodfornothings




poor Paddy Dignam
all the same Im sorry in a way for him
what are his wife and 5 children going to do unless he was insured
comical little teetotum always stuck up in some pub corner
and her or her son waiting
Bill






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Page 722 (18.1207-1243) "are ah yes... Im nothing any"


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are
ah yes I know
I hope the old press doesnt creak
ah I knew it would
hes sleeping hard




had a good time somewhere
still she must have given him great value for his money
of course he has to pay for it from her




O this nuisance of a thing
I hope theyll have something better for us in the other world
tying ourselves up
God help us
thats all right for tonight now




the lumpy old jingly bed always reminds me of old Cohen
I suppose he scratched himself in it often enough
and he thinks father bought it from Lord Napier
that I used to admire when I was a little girl
because I told him




easy
piano
O I like my bed
God here we are as bad as ever after 16 years
how many houses were we in at all
Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street and Holles street
and he goes about whistling every time were on the run again
his huguenots or the frogs march
pretending to help the men with our 4 sticks of furniture




and then the City Arms hotel
worse and worse says Warden Daly
that charming place on the landing
always somebody inside praying
then leaving all their stinks after them
always know who was in there last




every time were just getting on right something happens
or he puts his big foot in it
Thoms and Helys and Mr Cuffes and Drimmies
either hes going to be run into prison
over his old lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations
or he goes and gives impudence




well have him coming home with the sack soon out of the Freeman too
like the rest
on account of those Sinner Fein or the freemasons
then well see if the little man he showed me
dribbling along in the wet all by himself round by Coadys lane
will give him much consolation
that he says is so capable and sincerely Irish
he is indeed judging by the sincerity of the trousers I saw on him




wait theres Georges church bells
wait 3 quarters the hour 1 wait 2 oclock
well thats a nice hour of the night for him to be coming home at to anybody
climbing down into the area
if anybody saw him




Ill knock him off that little habit tomorrow
first Ill look at his shirt to see
or Ill see if he has that French letter still in his pocketbook
I suppose he thinks I dont know
deceitful men
all their 20 pockets arent enough for their lies




then why should we tell them
even if its the truth they dont believe you
then tucked up in bed like those babies
in the Aristocrats Masterpiece he brought me another time
as if we hadnt enough of that in real life
without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is
disgusting you more with those rotten pictures
children with two heads and no legs




thats the kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about
with not another thing in their empty heads
they ought to get slow poison the half of them
then tea and toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs
I suppose Im nothing any






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