Ulysses page-by-page: Page 97 (6.483-521) "Cramped... So much"

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Cramped in this carriage. She mightn't like me to come that way without letting her know. Must be careful about women. Catch them once with their pants down. Never forgive you after. Fifteen.

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The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dark poplars, rare white forms. Forms more frequent, white shapes thronged amid the trees, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the air.

StreetView now (looks too different? stone wall)
1909 map

it appears the carriages simply pull over, not off the main road

The felly harshed against the curbstone: stopped. Martin Cunningham put out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus followed.

no date?

the funeral parks on the wrong side of the street?

the carriagedoors' hinges were towards the back, with the doorhandles towards the front, the opposite of cardoors now [pic]

exit-order: MC, JP, SiD, LB (so the last two ought to be at 7:00 and 11:00?)

Google StreetView has added 100s of paths within the cemetery, discontinuous from the streets-view:

outside streets-view of cemetery entrance
official 'interactive tour'
inside StreetView of entrance

the current entrance is right by O'Connell monument, which doesn't fit the text, so i'm guessing the old entrance was where the 'exit only' is now: StreetView

Change that soap now. Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other hand still held.

Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. It's all the same. Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Pomp of death. Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the dead. Dogbiscuits. Who ate them? Mourners coming out.

(dogbiscuit-like???)

in the Aeneid (6.417) a sibyl, guiding Aeneas into the underworld, throws "a morsel drowsy with honey and drugged meal" to the three-headed dog Cerberus

He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed, Hynes walking after them. Corny Kelleher stood by the opened hearse and took out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.

"the boy" = Dignam's son

Where is that child's funeral disappeared to?

A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread, dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a granite block. The waggoner marching at their head saluted.

"from Finglas" is the opposite direction, maybe taking the stone to Dennany's to carve?

Coffin now. Got here before us, dead as he is. Horse looking round at it with his plume skeowways. Dull eye: collar tight on his neck, pressing on a bloodvessel or something. Do they know what they cart out here every day? Must be twenty or thirty funerals every day. Then Mount Jerome for the protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour. Too many in the world.

estimated world population in 1900: 1.7 billion
birth/death rate: 4% per year = 70 million/yr = 8000/hour

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Mourners came out through the gates: woman and a girl. Leanjawed harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl's face stained with dirt and tears, holding the woman's arm, looking up at her for a sign to cry. Fish's face, bloodless and livid.

(from this description the carriages seem to have stopped outside the gates?)
"awry" consensus pronunciation is uhRIGH
"livid" can mean pale, dark bluish, or angry

cf epiphany: "Two mourners push on through the crowd. The girl, one hand catching the woman's skirt, runs in advance. The girl's face is the face of a fish, discoloured and oblique-eyed; the woman's face is small and square, the face of a bargainer. The girl, her mouth distorted, looks up at the woman to see if it is time to cry; the woman, settling a flat bonnet, hurries on towards the mortuary chapel."

The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So much

mysteries: Prospect, railings, gates

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