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"Wait. Those poor birds.
He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the Liffey. See that? The gulls swooped silently two, then all, from their heights, pouncing on prey. Gone. Every morsel. Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his hands. They never expected that. Manna. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have, all sea birds, gulls, seagoose. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves." (U8.73) |
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"No accounting for tastes. Wonder what kind is swanmeat. Robinson Crusoe had to live on them." (U8.81) |
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"They wheeled, flapping weakly. I'm not going to throw any more. Penny quite enough. Lot of thanks I get. Not even a caw. They spread foot and mouth disease too." (U8.83) |
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"If you cram a turkey, say, on chestnut meal it tastes like that. Eat pig like pig. But then why is it that saltwater fish are not salty? How is that?
His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board." (U8.85) |
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"Kino's
11/- Trousers Good idea that." (U8.90) (Image courtesy of the ZJJF) |
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"Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation. How can you own water really? It's always flowing in a stream, never the same, which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kind of places are good for ads. That quack doctor for the clap used to be stuck up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks. Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. Got fellows to stick them up or stick them up himself for that matter on the q.t. running in to loosen a button. Flybynight. Just the place too. POST NO BILLS. POST 110 PILLS. Some chap with a dose burning him." (U8.93) |
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"If he...?
O! Eh? No... No. No, no. I don't believe it. He wouldn't surely? No, no." (U8.102) |
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"There's a priest. Could ask him. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax." (U8.111) |
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"Appetite like an albatross. Get outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at stowing away number one Bass. Barrel of Bass. See? it all works out." (U8.120) |
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"Three bob a day, walking along the gutters, street after street. Just keep skin and bone together, bread and skilly." (U8.128) |
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"They are not Boyl: no: M'Glade's men. Doesn't bring in any business either." (U8.130) |
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"I suggested to him about a transparent show cart with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blotting paper. I bet that would have caught on. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once." (U8.131) |
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"Everyone dying to know what she's writing. Get twenty of them round you if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie. Women too. Curiosity. Pillar of salt, Wouldn't have it of course because he didn't think of it himself first. Or the inkbottle I suggested with a false stain of black celluloid." (U8.134) |
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"His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department." (U8.138)
Libby's used the same idea (1890s), associating cold meat with Hamlet's gravedigger in their ads for potted Ox Tongues! |
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"You can't lick 'em. What? Our envelopes. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Can't stop, Robinson, I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame Street. Well out of that ruck I am" (U8.139)
This PC shows Dame street, as seen from Trinity College. |