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"By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher's, the postal telegraph office. Could have given that address too. And past the sailors' home. He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street." (U5:1) |
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"By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop." (U5.5) |
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"Tell him if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of roses." (U5.7) |
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"And past Nichols' the undertaker's." (U5.11)
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"So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved: and read again: choice blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east. Lovely spot it must be: the garden of the world," (U5.27)
Advertisement helped make the far east into a lovely spot. The back of this PC promises: "Dainty maids pick the tender, budding tea leaves. The rest of the preparation is done by ingenious, cleanly machines; hence the purity and strength of India and Ceylon Tea." |
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"Those Cinghalese lobbing around in the sun, in dolce far niente, not doing a hand's turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to quarrel. Influence of the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The air feeds most. Azotes." (U5.31) |
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"Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants. Waterlilies." (U5.35)
From a Dublin guidebook (1902): "The Botanic Gardens (Glasnevin), which cover about 50 acres, are beautiful and well planted, with Trees, Shrubs, and Plants of all kinds; there are fine herbaceous borders, rockeries filled with ferns, and an Avenue of old Yews known as Addison's; the River contains many rare varieties of Water Lilies, and there are beds containing the principal species of plants, grouped in families for the convenience of Botanical Students, for whom there are also Lecture and Work Rooms. |
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The Conservatories comprise Houses for Ferns, Water Lillies (especially the Victoria Regina); Succulent Plants, including many very remarkable Cacti; Australian, Cape, and Himalayan Plants; delicate Plants from Chili, China, Japan and elsewhere; Tropical Climbers and Foliage Plants; Orchids (a remarkably fine collection); large Palms and Tropical Ferns; Camelias, Azaleas, and Flowering Plants. The Killarney Fern will be found between the Fern and the Water Lillie Houses." |
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"Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of the body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the volume is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum. Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you say the weight?" (U15.39) |
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"Thirtytwo feet per second, per second. Law of falling bodies: per second, per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It's the force of gravity of the earth is the weight." (U5.44) |
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"From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In." (U5.52) |
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"He handed the card through the brass grill.
- Are there any letters for me? he asked. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of his baton against his nostrils, smelling freshprinted rag paper." (U5.54) |
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"No answer probably. Went too far last time.
The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope. Henry Flower, Esq, c/o P.O. Westland Row, City." (U5.58) |
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"Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Where's old Tweedy's regiment? Castoff soldier. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. No, he's a grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Redcoats. Too showy. That must be why the women go after them. Uniform. Easier to enlist and drill. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Griffith's paper is on the same tack now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. Half baked they look: hypnotised like. Eyes front. Mark time. Table: able. Bed: ed." (U5.65) |
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"The King's own. Never see him dressed up as a fireman or a bobby. A mason, yes." (U5.74)
This CDV shows Edward VII (then Prince of Wales) as a mason. Edward was installed as Grand Master in 1874. He regularly appeared thus in public, laying the foundation stones of public buildings, bridges, dockyards, and churches with Masonic ceremony, giving great impetus and publicity to the fraternity. |