Page 74 (5.213-245) "He came nearer... is the real"

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He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet oaten reek of horsepiss. Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses! Damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Too full for words. Still they get their feed all right and their doss. Gelded too: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches. Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they look. Still their neigh can be very irritating.

oats are soothing like lotus [herbal]
(juggins ♬song)
"gilded... Gelded" (cf SD's ch1 Oxford fantasy) also Eldorado
guttapercha = natural rubber (usually pronounced like birch-a)
Bloom habitually makes an effort to look at both sides of any question

He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he carried. Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer. 

her = Molly??? does he imagine she jumped out of bed, got dressed, and crossed town somehow?

Delaney: [208]

He passed the cabman's shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies: all weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Voglio e non. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Sociable. Shout a few flying syllables as they pass.

cabman's shelter

another cabman's shelter will be the setting of episode 16 Eumeus.

(Where does LB get cigarettes if he doesn't smoke himself?)
tobacco = lotus/narcotic

He hummed:

Là ci darem la mano
La la lala la la.

Bloom misquotes Zerlina's "Vorrei e non vorrei" ("I would like to and I wouldn't like to") in Don Giovanni: I,iii as "Voglio e non vorrei" ("I want to and wouldn't like to")."Là ci darem la mano" = 'There we shall join hands'. Bloom's "La la lala la la" matches the musical rhythm of the following line: 'Là mi dirai di sì' (There you shall say yes to me).

He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the lee of the station wall. No-one. Meade's timberyard. Piled balks. Ruins and tenements. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Not a sinner.

StreetView now
1909 map
(Is this like 'Step on a crack/ Break your mother's back'?)

Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a cunnythumb.

"cunnythumb" is a derogatory description of his(?) skills
marbles rules

Delaney: [209]

A wise tabby, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. Pity to disturb them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her. Open it. And once I played marbles when I went to that old dame's school. She liked mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the newspaper. 

(Bloom's stealth in opening the concealed letter echoes Mohammed's)
dame's school = nursery school (JAJ attended one briefly before Clongowes)
mignonette (a fragrant plant w/yellow flowers)

 
A flower. I think it's a. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Not annoyed then? What does she say?

Delaney: [210]

Dear Henry,

I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it. I am sorry you did not like my last letter. Why did you enclose the stamps? I am awfully angry with you. I do wish I could punish you for that. I called you naughty boy because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is the real

other word? voyeur/masochist/exhibitionist/cuckold???

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mysteries: Mr Ellis, why didn't HF like her letter? what's this about stamps? what other word? what kind of flower?


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Page 73 (5.174-212) "I'll do... M'Coy fellow."

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— I'll do that, Mr Bloom said, moving to get off. That'll be all right.
— Right, M'Coy said brightly. Thanks, old man. I'd go if I possibly could. Well, tolloll. Just C.P. M'Coy will do.
— That will be done, Mr Bloom answered firmly.

(M'Coy's wasted three valuable pages!)


Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark. I'd like my job. Valise I have a particular fancy for. Leather. Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him his for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from that good day to this.

"catch me napping" (like lotus-eaters)
"I'd like my job"
 "Wicklow regatta" annual since 1878

Delaney: [205]

Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. My missus has just got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose. 

1909 map
'cheeseparing' means stingy, so could this mean a 'Jewish' nose? or a nose like a cheeseknife???

Nice enough in its way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and me, don't you know: in the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can't he hear the difference? Think he's that way inclined a bit. Against my grain somehow.

(if "that way" means gay, Bloom's "somehow" demonstrates his freedom from conformity)

Thought that Belfast would fetch him. I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse. Suppose she wouldn't let herself be vaccinated again. Your wife and my wife.
Wonder is he pimping after me?


smallpox in Belfast
("pimping" = hoping Bloom will pay for sex with M'Coy's wife?)

Delaney: [206]

Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale (Aromatic). 

StreetView now

hoardings 1913?

Clery's Summer Sale. No, he's going on straight. Hello. Leah tonight: Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Like to see again her in that. Hamlet she played last night. 

"No, he's going on straight" (Bloom waits at the corner so M'Coy won't see which way he goes)
"Leah, the Forsaken"

Male impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia committed suicide. Poor papa! How he used to talk about Kate Bateman in that.

Hamlet IV.vii

(Bloom's father commited suicide in 1886)
female Hamlets


Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the afternoon to get in. Year before I was born that was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the right name is? By Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it? No. 

FD says "Deborah" ("Leah, the forsaken" in translation wiki)

The scene he was always talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and puts his fingers on his face.
Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left his father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his father and left the God of his father.
Every word is so deep, Leopold.
Poor papa! Poor man! I'm glad I didn't go into the room to look at his face. That day! O dear! O dear! Ffoo! Well, perhaps it was the best for him.


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Delaney: [207]

Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the hazard. No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn't met that M'Coy fellow.

StreetView now

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mysteries: Cheeseparing nose, that way inclined, Against my grain, pimping


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Page 72 (5.141-173) "Wife well... will you?"

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— Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
— O yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks.
He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly: 


What is home without
Plumtree's Potted Meat?
Incomplete.
With it an abode of bliss.  

— My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.
Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks.
Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
— My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the Ulster hall, Belfast, on the twentyfifth.

a week from Saturday

— That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up?
Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. No book. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens. Dark lady and fair man. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope.


"The maid was in the garden... The king was in his countinghouse... Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and." [cite]
"by sevens" (maybe, eg: yourself, your house, what you expect, what you don't expect, a great surprise, what is sure to come true, and the wish cite. Or: the past situation, the present situation, developments in the near future, what you don't expect, people around you, obstacles and opposition, the outcome cite)
Molly will remember the morning's cards in ch18

Love's
Old
Sweet
Song
Comes lo-ve's old...

 

— It's a kind of a tour, don't you see? Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Sweeeet song. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.
M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
— O well, he said. That's good news.

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He moved to go.
— Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.
— Yes, Mr Bloom said.
— Tell you what, M'Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral, will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be able, you see. There's a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if I'm not there, will you?

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mysteries:


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