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The "Nestor" episode takes place in Clifton School (on Clifton Avenue in Dalkey) where Mr. Deasy is schoolmaster. Dalkey is a seaside suburb of Dublin, some 13km (8 miles) south-east of the city center. Known for its medieval streetscapes and castle, it was a major port for Dublin in the Middle Ages. Joyce taught history in Clifton School for one term in 1904. The school is today a private residence called Summerfield Lodge. |
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"Welloff people, proud that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico Road, Dalkey." (U2.24)
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"- Tell me now, Stephen said, poking the boy's shoulder with the book, what is a pier.
- A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of bridge." (U2.30) This PC shows the East Pier in Howth, with Ireland's Eye in the background. |
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"Kingstown pier, sir.
Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench whispered." (U2.33) |
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"Yes. They knew: had never learned nor ever been innocent. All. With envy he watched their faces. Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets tittering in the struggle." (U2.35)
This PC shows an Edwardian classroom. |
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"-Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge." (U2.39) |
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"The words troubled their gaze.
- How, sir? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river." (U2.40) An Edwardian classroom, boys in Eaton suits, that could have been Deasy's. |
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"or Julius Caesar not been knifed to death." (U2.48) |
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"the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he had read," (U2.69)
The library of Sainte-Geneviève is located near the Pantheon on the Mont Sainte-Geneviève in Paris (5e). It is one of the oldest libraries in the world, founded in the 5c. The current building was erected 1844-1851. Geneviève is one of the patron saints of Paris. |
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"sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night." (U2.70) |
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"sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night." (U2.70) |
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"By his elbow a delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. Fed and feeding brains about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and in my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquillity sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms." (U2.70) |
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"Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence Cochrane said:
- What is it, sir? We give it up. Stephen, his throat itching, answered: - The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush." (U2.111) |
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"Ugly and futile: lean neck and tangled hair and a stain of ink, a snail's bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart. But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life?" (U2.139) |
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"Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors. Gone too from the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement, flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the world, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend." (U2.155) |