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"under general Gough in the park" (U15.795)
A statue of General Sir Hugh Gough (1779-1869) famously stands in Phoenix Park! |
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"FIRST WATCH
The King versus Bloom. Call the woman Driscoll. THE CRIER Mary Driscoll, scullerymaid! (Mary Driscoll, a slipshod servant girl, approaches. She has a bucket on the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in her hand.) SECOND WATCH Another! Are you of the unfortunate class?" (U15.860) |
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"BLOOM
(In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his hair rumpled, softly.) I treated you white. I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. Incautiously I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. There's a medium in all things. Play cricket." (U15.874) |
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"MARY DRISCOLL
He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour, when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety pin. He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result. And he interfered twict with my clothing." (U15.884) |
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"BLOOM
She counterassaulted. MARY DRISCOLL (Scornfully.) I had more respect for the scouringbrush, so I had. I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it quiet! (General laughter.) GEORGES FOTTRELL (Clerk of the crown and peace, resonantly.) Order in court! The accused will now make a bogus statement." (15.889) |
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"There might have been lapses of an erring father but he wanted to turn over a new leaf and now, when at long last in sight of the whipping post, to lead a homely life in the evening of his days, permeated by the affectionate surroundings of the heaving bosom of the family. An acclimatised Britisher, he had seen that summer eve from the footplate of an engine cab of the Loop line railway company while the rain refrained from falling" (U15.905) |
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"glimpses, as it were, through the windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen," (U15.912) |
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"innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog" (U15.915) |
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"while in the boreens and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what times the strains of the organtoned melodeon Britanniametalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a sacrifice, greatest bargain ever...)
(Renewed laughter. He mumbles incoherently. Reporters complain that they cannot hear.)" (U15.918) |
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"A Titbits back number." (U15.935)
This is an issue from 1889 - with front page ad "Good morning Have you used Pears' Soap?" |
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"J.J. O'MOLLOY
(In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a voice of pained protest.) This is no place for indecent levity at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice." (U15.938) |
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"If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold -- one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest." (U15.951) |
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"DLUGACZ
(Hoarsely.) Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13." (U15.990) |
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"I was just chatting this afternoon at the viceregal lodge" (U15.1010) |
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"to my old pals, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal, at the levee. Sir Bob, I said..." (U15.1011)
Sir Robert Stawell Ball (1840-1913) was an Irish astronomer to Lord Rosse in 1865 and Irish Astronomer-Royal in 1874. In 1892 he was appointed Lowndean Professor of Astronomy and Geometry at Cambridge University. His lectures, articles and books (eg. 'Starland' and 'The Story of the Heavens') were popular and simple in style. 'The Story of the Heavens' is in Bloom's library. |