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they drove along Nassau street His Excellency drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of music which was being discoursed in College park. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège:

But though she's a factory lass
And wears no fancy clothes.
Baraabum.
Yet I've a sort of a
Yorkshire relish for
My little Yorkshire rose.
Baraabum.

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Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M.C. Green, H. Thrift, T.M. Patey, C. Scaife, J.B. Jeffs, G.N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Adderly and W.C. Huggard started in pursuit.

as opposed to the halfmile, p227


Striding past Finn's hotel, Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr E.M. Solomons in the window of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate.

very near where we saw him last, colliding with the stripling, but the stripling has travelled several blocks...???

28yo Katie Finn in 1901

66yo in 1901

Deep in Leinster street, by Trinity's postern, a loyal king's man, Hornblower, touched his tallyho cap.

1909 map


As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the gent with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. His collar too sprang up.

making good time


The viceroy, on his way to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital, drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind stripling opposite Broadbent's.

having made great time for several blocks

1909 map


In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the viceroy's path.



At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding, Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township.

At Haddington road corner two sanded women halted themselves, an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.

they're simply mistaken, Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Dublin is out of town

last seen on London bridge road (ie, east of the Dodder) about 15min ago, so they're suddenly making good time




On Northumberland and Landsdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the salute of two small schoolboys at the garden gate of the house said to have been admired by the late queen when visiting the Irish capital with her husband, the prince consort, in 1849 and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a closing door.

schoolboys symmetric with Conmee (1/19)

1909 map?

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it was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant.

cf Bloom


Beyond Lundy Foot's from the shaded door of Kavanagh's winerooms John Wyse Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland.

1909 map


The Right Honourable William Humble, earl of Dudley, G.C.V.O., passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James.

(a poke at Henry James seems unjoycean/petty to me)


Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the cavalcade. Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley on him, took his thumbs quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap to her.

1909 map


A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, with dauby cheeks and lifted skirt, smiled daubily from her poster upon William Humble, earl of Dudley, and upon lieutenantcolonel H.G. Hesseltine and also upon the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C.

charming soubrette

if miss Dunne could see this poster, she's surely watching the cavalcade, unmentioned here


From the window of the D.B.C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the viceregal equipage over the shoulders of eager guests, whose mass of forms darkened the chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently.

1909 map


In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the glare.

why "straining her sight upward"?

the cavalcade has come 1.5mi in the time between Dilly parting from Simon and now-- maybe 15min? She's crossed the river, bought a book, talked with Stephen, and reached here? (Or does Stephen come later???)

(can Mulligan see Dilly?)


John Henry Menton, filling the doorway of Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it.

1909 map


Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the outriders. She shouted in his ear the tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to his left breast and saluted the second carriage. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C., agreeably surprised, made haste to reply.

1909 map
"agreeably surprised" = everyone else has ignored him


At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages.

behind not beside
1909 map


Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J. Maginni, professor of dancing &c, gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a viceroy and unobserved.



By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire girl. Blazes Boylan presented to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high action a skyblue tie, a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a suit of indigo serge. His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and the red flower between his lips. As

Boylan and Doran were passed by Patsy just one block south, and Dignam will have reached Merrion square before the cavalcade passes him... so Boylan either spent that whole time with Doran, or stopped somewhere else...?

"high action" = high-stepping of horses

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[Background on the viceregal cavalcade]

the whole concept of a viceregal cavalcade seems pretty foreign to modern eyes, and poorly documented by contemporaries, so we mostly have to try to reconstruct it based on Joyce's clues.

the viceroy represented the British king, and had only been in that position for a couple of years, the eighth viceroy since the Phoenix Park murders.

cavalcades were occasional big productions with lots of horsemen in fancy outfits, which average Dubliners enjoyed as a spectacle unless their politics intervened. the female observers were most interested to see the women's dresses. ("pearl grey and eau de Nil")

the newspapers would have announced the approximate time and route, so you'd expect pedestrians to gather, but we don't hear about any. (p174: "Hello, placard. Mirus bazaar. His excellency the lord lieutenant.")

everyone was encouraged to greet the viceroy and these greetings were returned as far as possible. (cf the fine old custom about funerals in episode 6)
traffic was apparently supposed to stop to show respect?

p238: "Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air. --What's that? Martin Cunningham said. All turned where they stood. John Wyse Nolan came down again. From the cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street, harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. In saddles of the leaders, leaping leaders, rode outriders. --What was it? Martin Cunningham asked, as they went on up the staircase. --The lord lieutenant general and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan answered from the stairfoot."

"William Humble, earl of Dudley, and Lady Dudley, accompanied by lieutenantcolonel Hesseltine, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal lodge. In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de Courcy and the honourable Gerald Ward, A.D.C. in attendance." (so just two carriages?)

"sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning"
"outriders pranced"
"the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high action" [are leaders and outriders different?]
"glossy horses pranced"
"gent with the topper" "fellow in the tall silk"
"with his following"
"hoofirons, steelyringing"

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trying to say it better. Poor pa. That was Mr Dignam, my father. I hope he is in purgatory now because he went to confession to Father Conroy on Saturday night.

46yo in 1911

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William Humble, earl of Dudley, and Lady Dudley, accompanied by lieutenantcolonel Hesseltine, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal lodge. In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de Courcy and the honourable Gerald Ward, A.D.C. in attendance.

Conmee departed alone, on foot

38yo

37yo

28yo Cyril Ward? brother of the earl, or Gerald

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The cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix Park saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through the metropolis.

postcards captioned 'viceroy's entrance into dublin'

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At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from afar.

one of the few instants shown from two perspectives: "A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping, leaping in their, in their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades. Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily. His Excellency! Too bad! Just missed that by a hair. Damn it! What a pity!"

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Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges Lord Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley White, B.L., M.A., who stood on Arran Quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the pawnbroker's, at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus.

38yo in 1911, 28 in 1901

pawnbroker

(tram/car/foot anticipates GoogleMaps directions)



(the funeral passed through Phibsborough)


In the porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with the costsbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward saw him with surprise.

"him" = Lord Dudley, not Dudley White? or maybe Ward??

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Past Richmond bridge at the doorstep of the office of Reuben J. Dodd, solicitor, agent for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously on the representative of His Majesty.

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From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage.

1909 map (Wellington not Wood)

Above the crossblind of the Ormond Hotel, gold by bronze, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired.

this will be the opening image of the next episode: "Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing... Bronze by gold, Miss Douce's head by Miss Kennedy's head, over the crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel."

it was also an intrusion: "Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head, appeared above the crossblind of the Ormond hotel."

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On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way from the greenhouse for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting.

"greenhouse" suggests he drank somewhere


From Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., made obeisance unperceived, mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant had held of yore rich advowsons.

we saw him last as an intrusion on Simon and friends: "The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old Chapterhouse of saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the Ford of Hurdles."

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On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, watched the carriages go by.

last seen a few blocks east
Bloom is about where they were, invisible to the cavalcade but probably aware of it in the distance (streetview now)


Passing by Roger Greene's office and Dollard's big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell, carrying the Catesby's cork lino letters for her father who was laid up, knew by the style

57yo in 1901

Dollard Printing House, account-book manufacturer, 2-5 Wellington Quay (not Ben) 1909 map

for Gerty MacDowell see episode 13 (shouldn't she be limping?)

business letters (correspondence) about cork linoleum flooring

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and putting up their props. From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently. Myler Keogh, Dublin's pet lamb, will meet sergeant major Bennett, the Portobello bruiser, for a purse of fifty sovereigns, God, that'd be a good pucking match to see. Myler Keogh, that's the chap sparring out to him with the green sash. Two bar entrance, soldiers half price. I could easy do a bunk on ma.

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Master Dignam on his left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. One of them mots that do be in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out.

22May04 was a Sunday (is this plausible?)

is there any way this could be the poster Miss Dunne saw ten minutes earlier?


Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on. The best pucker going for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow would knock you into the middle of next week, man. But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of him, dodging and all.

pseudo-intrusion source 18PD29:

In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff's mouth and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was telling him and grinning all the time.

Boylan's places map


No Sandymount tram.

does he choose to walk 1.5 miles rather than wait 10min? or is the tram being repaired? cf p85: "The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and, swerving back to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels." (if the tramtrack wasn't ripped up too, the carriage shouldn't need to swerve back to it)


Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The blooming stud was too small for the buttonhole of the shirt, blooming end to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I'm not going tomorrow either, stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice I'm in mourning? Uncle Barney said he'd get it into the paper tonight. Then they'll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa's name.

the package is in his hand not his pocket

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His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a fly walking over it up to his eye. The scrunch that was when they were screwing the screws into the coffin: and the bumps when they were bringing it downstairs.



Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling the men how to get it round the bend. A big coffin it was, and high and heavylooking. How was that? The last night pa was boosed he was standing on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see him again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be a good son to ma. I couldn't hear the other things he said but I saw his tongue and his teeth

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Benson's ferry, and by the threemasted schooner Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks.

see last lines

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this (ridiculously obscure!) section is timed after 3:30 based on characters' progress before being seen by the cavalcade




Almidano Artifoni walked past Holles street, past Sewell's yard. Behind him Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell with stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square. Distantly behind him a blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of College Park.

AA was last seen by Goldsmith's statue, missing the Dalkey tram. now he's east of Merrion square, outside TF's chaos

TF was last seen passing the Kildare Street Club after leaving the Library

the stripling was last seen 1-2 hours ago being helped to south Frederick street by Bloom. he's now heading towards the Ormond hotel to tune their piano... but he's heading east not west?

1909 map


Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell walked as far as Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along Merrion square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling.

52yo in 1911

from Law Smith's to Werner's is almost the full length of Merrion square

the windows may be cheerful but TF is not


At the corner of Wilde's he halted, frowned at Elijah's name announced on the Metropolitan Hall, frowned at the distant pleasance of duke's lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth bared he muttered:

should be Merrion hall


— Coactus volui.

'against my will'
but he doesn't change direction (maybe he wishes he could turn left or right?)


He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word.

"word" not 'wordS'?

vs Conmee strolling with gentle words?

Clare street in 1901 census


As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards, having buffeted a thewless body. The blind stripling turned his sickly face after the striding form.

32yo in 1901

dustcoat???

— God's curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are! You're blinder nor I am, you bitch's bastard!

has something soured the stripling's mood?

(TF will be in almost this same position when the cavalcade passes, but the stripling and Patsy Dignam will have made great progress somehow??? maybe TF remembered something in the Library and went back?)

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Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, pawing the pound and half of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, porksteaks he had been sent for, went along warm Wicklow street dawdling. It was too blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and ma and Mrs MacDowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and sipping sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney's. And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing.

1909 map
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?45yo in 1901

18oz = ~6 porkchops, not too heavy to carry in one hand

"Mrs MacDowell" is Gerty's mother (Gerty calls him Patsy)

#6 is 'tawny'

63yo in 1901

has anyone identified "cottage fruitcake"?


After Wicklow lane the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner, stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to their pelts

33 Wicklow street

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— I'm sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds that have lost their balance.


pseudo-intrusion 16BM21:

The onelegged sailor growled at the area of 14 Nelson street:

— England expects...

rich : poor :: Mulligan and Haines : Stephen and the sailor?

1+ miles north
this pseudo-intrusion is timed only as after the 3:15 sailor's subsection, still just a block away from Molly. The sailor had suffered an intrusion from (apparently shortly) before Ned Lambert's section, and Lambert suffered an apparently 'true' intrusion from John Howard Parnell above, which puts this around 3:20, before Martin Cunningham, probably around the time of the Dedalus kitchen.
but another timing clue is that BM and Haines will still be here when the cavalcade passes around 3:30. so Joyce is tempting us to time the whole section later.


Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.



— You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance. Wandering Ængus I call him.

(Joyce eliminated such distracting ligatures from Finnegans Wake: he'd probably opt for Aengus over AEngus or Engus)
nobody seems to pronounce it EEngus (Angus or Ingus)


— I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, pinching his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger. Now I am speculating what it would be likely to be. Such persons always have.



Buck Mulligan bent across the table gravely.



— They drove his wits astray, he said, by visions of hell. He will never capture the Attic note. The note of Swinburne, of all poets, the white death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a poet. The joy of creation...

Mulligan is trying to bury Stephen, whose poet's soul threatens him (art-as-moral vs art-as-amoral?)


— Eternal punishment, Haines said, nodding curtly. I see. I tackled him this morning on belief. There was something on his mind, I saw. It's rather interesting because Professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of that.

anachronism from 1916/1933 [info]

Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her to unload her tray.

did he miss lunch? or drink it at the Ship?


— He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid the cheerful cups. The moral idea seems lacking, the sense of destiny, of retribution. Rather strange he should have just that fixed idea. Does he write anything for your movement?

Haines is oblivious to "the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church"
"your" not 'our' movement


He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream. Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter over its smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.

(is Joyce indulging his rage here?)

— Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write something in ten years.

(ten years of desperate poverty)


— Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon. Still, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all.

driven by the idee fixe? (cf SD on Haines "the cold gaze which had measured him was not all unkind")


He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.



— This is real Irish cream I take it, he said with forbearance. I don't want to be imposed on.

ie, real Irish imposing on poser-Irish with fake Irish?
cf p12: "O, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove milk."


pseudo-intrusion 16BM54:

Elijah, skiff, light crumpled throwaway, sailed eastward by flanks of ships and trawlers, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping street past

[map]
this should be long after the throwaway's intrusion on the Dedalus kitchen section, and somewhat after its intrusion on Kernan just before he misses the cavalcade, but here it seems to be after Kitty de-twigs and before the cavalcade passes the DBC.

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mysteries:


[DD]
[IM]
[LV1]
[LV2]



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