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"Who's riding her?
- O. Madden, Lenehan said. And a game filly she is. While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. Fellow might damn easy get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark." (U10.510) |
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"The gates of the drive opened wide to give egress to the viceregal cavalcade." (U10.515) |
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"Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk" (U10.585)
The book was publised in 1836 and exposed scandalous events that, according to Maria Monk, occurred at the Hotel Dieu convent in Montreal. Her central claim was that convent nuns were having sex with priests from the neighboring seminary, who came through a secret tunnel. Babies born of these illicit encounters, Monk claimed, were baptized, killed, and dumped in a lime pit. Monk said that, after 7 years in the convent, she had become pregnant and fled to avoid her child being killed. Monk's book caused an enormous public outcry that fed on the prevailing anti-Catholic sentiment of the era. Leading protestants in New York and Montreal demanded an investigation, and the Bishop of Montreal finally authorized it. It was conducted by Col. William Leete Stone, a New York City newspaper editor. It included walking around the convent with Maria Monk's book in hand, comparing her descriptions with reality. The investigation proved Maria Monk a sham. 'The Awful Disclosures' is still in print, and can usually be found in the BDSM section of bookstores. |
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"then of Aristotle's Masterpiece. Crooked botched print." (U10.585) |
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"Plates: infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered cows. Lots of them like that at this moment all over the world. All butting with their skulls to get out of it." (U10.586) |
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"On O'Connell bridge" (U10.599) |
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"many persons observed the grave deportment and gay apparel of Mr Denis J. Maginni, professor of dancing &c." (U10.599) |
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"Mr Bloom, alone, looked at the titles. Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch." (U10.601)
I am still looking for 'Fair Tyrants'. This is 'Au Bon Vieux Temps' by James Lovebirch, published in Paris (1913). James Lovebirch was the pseudonym of a (probably French) early 19c. author. His best known novels are 'Les Cinq fessées de Suzette' (Paris, 1910), 'Peggy Briggs' (Paris, 1913), and 'L'Avatar de Lucette' (1913). |
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"Know the kind that is. Had it? Yes." (U10.602)
The endpaper of 'Au Bon Vieux Temps' lists 'Works by the Same Author,' though the first part of the list is books by Aimé Van Rod, not James Lovebirch. Other writers listed are Lord Kidrodstock and Lord Birchisgood. Nice names they have. It should be fairly easy to know the kind that is. None of those titles would directly translate as 'Fair Tyrants'. 'Nos Belles Flagellantes' (1907), rendered into English as 'Our Fair Flagellants' (1908), comes closest. |
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"He opened it. Thought so." (U10.603) |
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"A woman's voice behind the dingy curtain. Listen: the man.
No: she wouldn't like that much. Got her it once. He read the other title: Sweets of Sin. More in her line. Let us see." (U10.604) |
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"He read where his finger opened.
- All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the stores on wondrous gowns and costliest frillies. For him! For Raoul! Yes. This. Here. Try." (U10.607) |
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"The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her queenly shoulders and heaving embonpoint. An imperceptible smile played round her perfect lips as she turned to him calmly.
Mr Bloom read again: The beautiful woman..." (U10.615) |
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"An elderly female, no more young, left the building of the courts of chancery, king's bench, exchequer and common pleas," (U10.625) |
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"Dilly Dedalus, listening by the curbstone, heard the beats of the bell, the cries of the auctioneer within. Four and nine. Those lovely curtains. Five shillings. Cosy curtains. Selling new at two guineas. Any advance on five shillings? Going for five shillings." (U10.644) |