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"Father Conmee, reading his office, watched a flock of muttoning clouds over Rathcoffey. His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble of Clongowes field." (U10.184)
Clongowes Wood S.J. is a boy's preparatory school in county Kildare. Both James Joyce and Stephen Dedalus attended it. |
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"Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself erect, went to it and, spinning it on its axle, viewed its shape and brass furnishings. Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to the doorway. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out." (U10.207) |
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"Father John Conmee stepped into the Dollymount tram on Newcomen bridge." (U10.213) |
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"Constable 57C, on his beat, stood to pass the time of day.
- That's a fine day, Mr Kelleher. - Ay, Corny Kelleher said. - It's very close, the constable said. Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin. - What's the best news? he asked. - I seen that particular party last evening, the constable said with bated breath." (U15.1314) |
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"A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerked himself up Eccles street. Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled unamiably:
- For England... He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted and growled: - home and beauty." (U10.228) |
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"Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble." (U10.264)) |
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"Boody cried angrily:
- Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat? Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked: - And what's in this? A heavy fume gushed in answer. - Peasoup, Maggy said. - Where did you get it? Katey asked. - Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said." (U10.273) |
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"The lacquey rang his bell.
- Barang!" (U10.281) |
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"Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily:
- Give us it here. Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl. Katey, sitting opposite Boody, said quietly, as her fingertip lifted to her mouth random crumbs: - A good job we have that much. Where's Dilly? - Gone to meet father, Maggy said." (U10.283) |
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"Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup, added:
- Our father who art not in heaven. Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed: - Boody! For shame!" (U10.290) |
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"A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey," (U10.294) |
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"under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay." (U10.295) |
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"The blonde girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.
- Put these in first, will you? he said." (U10.299) An ad for Thornton (69 Grafton Street) in a tourist pamphlet from 1902. We get the store's phone number 217; nowadays Dublin phone numbers have 7 digits. |
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The sign hanging on a corner building, on the left side of Grafton street, indicates Thornton's. |
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A SV of Grafton street, Thornton again on the left. |