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"Green Chartreuse." (U5.407)
Chartreuse is a liqueur named after the Grande Chartreuse monastery in Voiron (near Grenoble, France). According to tradition, a manuscript containing a complicated formula for an 'elixir of long life' was given to the Carthusian monks in 1605 by Francois Hannibal d'Estrées, a marshal under King Henri IV; it calls for some 130 herbs, flowers, and secret ingredients combined in a wine alcohol base. Green Chartreuse (110 proof) is thus naturally green from chlorophyll. It is still produced by the monks in Voiron, as shown on this PC. The recipe is a trade secret, known at any given time only to the 3 monks who use it. |
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"Gloria and immaculate virgin." (U5.423) |
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"Joseph her spouse." (U5.423) |
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"Peter and Paul." (U5.423) |
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"Salvation army blatant imitation. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. How I found the Lord." (U5.432) |
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"Squareheaded chaps those must be in Rome: they work the whole show." (U5.434) |
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"And don't they rake in the money too? Bequests also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion. Masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors. Monasteries and convents. The priest in the Fermanagh will case in the witness box. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything. Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church." (U5.435) |
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"The priest prayed:
- Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain him, we humbly pray): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls." (U5.442) |
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"He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all the time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you." (U5.452) |
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"Excuse, miss, there's a (whh!) just a (whh!) fluff. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked. Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you don't. Why didn't you tell me before. Still like you better untidy. Good job it wasn't farther south. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main door into the light." (U5.453) |
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"Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks:" (U5.460)
An advertisement for Prescott's Dye Works on the back of a Dublin Tram ticket. |
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"a widow in her weeds. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. He covered himself. How goes the time? Quarter past. Time enough yet." (U5.460) |
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"Better get that lotion made up. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place. Chemists rarely move. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. Hamilton Long's, founded in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard near there. Visit some day." (U5.462)
On this PC of Grafton street, we can see Hamilton Long & Co. Ltd. Medical Hall and Compounding Establishment. Their main addresses were 107 Grafton street and 3 Sackville street. They also had branches in Rathmines, Kingstown and Clontarf. |
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"The chemist turned back page after page. Sandy shrivelled smell he seems to have. Shrunken skull. And old. Quest for the philosopher's stone. The alchemists. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character. Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his alabaster lilypots. Mortar and pestle. Aq. Dist. Fol. Laur. Te Virid. Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell. Doctor Whack. He ought to physic himself a bit. Electuary or emulsion. The first fellow that picked an herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck. Simples. Want to be careful." (U5.472) |
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"Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Test: turns blue litmus paper red. Chloroform. Overdose of laudanum. Sleeping draughts. Lovephiltres." (U5.480) |