"- The weather is changing, he said quietly. |
- A pity it did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham said.
- Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There's the sun again coming out.
Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the sky.
- It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said." (U7.132)
"- We're off again. |
The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
- Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said. And Paddy Leonard taking him off to his face.
- O draw him out, Martin, Mr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear him, Simon, on Ben Dollard's singing of The Croppy Boy.
- Immense, Martin Cunningham said pompously. His singing of that simple ballad, Martin, is the most trenchant rendering I ever heard in the whole course of my experience.
- Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He's dead nuts on that. And the retrospective arrangement." (U6.139)
"Thanks to the Little Flower." (U6.161)|
'The Little Flower' is Therese of Lisieux (1873 - 1897), who became a Carmelite nun at the age of 15, and died (of tuberculosis) at 24. In her autobiographical writings (edited and published by her superiors as 'Story of a Soul' in 1898), she refers to herself as a little flower in God's garden. This is her photograph as a little girl.
|In 1904, the Little Flower was immensely popular among Catholics, but not yet titled 'Saint.' She was venerated in 1921 (by Benedict XV), beatified in 1923 (by Pius XI), and canonized in 1925 (by Pius XI).|
"Sadly missed. To the inexpressible grief of his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan. On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy. |
It is now a month since dear Henry fled
To his home up above in the sky
While his family weeps and mourns his loss
Hoping some day to meet him on high." (U6.161)
"They went past the bleak pulpit of Saint Mark's, under the railway bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence. Hoardings: Eugene Stratton," (U6.183)|
Eugene Stratton (1861 - 1918), was an American-born dancer and singer, whose career was mostly spent in Britain. He was born in Buffalo, NY, as Eugene Augustus Rühlmann. He first performed at age 10 in an acrobatic act called the Two Welsleys. He appeared as a dancer in 1873 under the name of Master Jean. He spent some time in a circus then joined a minstrel group. He went to England in 1880 and was by this time using the name of Stratton. There he worked his way up to the main song & dance man in the Moore & Burgess Minstrel Show, and in 1883 he married Moore's daughter, Bella. He left the minstrels to go on the music hall circuit in 1887, first as a double act, then solo. He also performed in pantomime, for the first time in 1896. Although at one time he used an Irish voice, he mainly appeared as a "black-faced" singer. He died in Christchurch, Hampshire, England.
|"Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Could I go to see Leah tonight, I wonder. I said I." (U6.185)|
|"Or The Lily of Killarney? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big powerful change. Wet bright bills for next week. Fun on the Bristol." (U6.186)|
"Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a drink or two. As broad as it's long.|
He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs." (U6.187)
"Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Who was he? |
- How do you do? Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his brow in salute.
- He doesn't see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?
- Who? Mr Dedalus asked.
- Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
Just that moment I was thinking.
Mr Dedalus bent across to salute." (U6.191)
|"From the door of the Red Bank the white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: passed." (U6.198)|
"Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees? Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I am just looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body getting a bit softy. I would notice that: from remembering. What causes that? I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. But the shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind. |
He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces.
Mr Power asked:
- How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom?
- O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It's a good idea, you see...
- Are you going yourself?
- Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the chief towns. What you lose on one you can make up on the other." (U6.200)
|"- Quite so, Martin Cunningham said. Mary Anderson is up there now. Have you good artists?" (U6.219)|
"- Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we'll have all topnobbers. J.C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in fact. |
- And madame, Mr Power said smiling. Last but not least.
Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them. " (U6.221)