prev. tweet ch 18 line 262-5. Made me think of the snow in The Dead from Dubliners. I believe that Caitlyn S. said that it symbolizes death. In this case, I'm applying the cold to mean death of the love in the marriage of Molly & Leopold #stagsjoyce
"...I made him spend once with my foot the night after Goodwins botchup of a concert so cold and windy it was well we had that rum in the house to mull and the fire wasnt black out when he asked to take off my stockings lying on the hearthrug in Lombard street west" #stagsjoyce
"of course must be terrible when a man cries let alone them Id like to be embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of incense off him like the pope besides theres no danger with a priest if youre married hes too careful about himself" 18.118-21 #stagsjoyce
..."he never goes to church mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one" 18.141-3 #stagsjoyce
"As as natural as any and every natural act of a nature expressed or understood executed in natured nature by natural creatures in accordance with his, her and their natured natures, of dissimilar similarity." (17.2179-2180) #stagsjoyce
"To wash his soiled hands with a partially consumed tablet of Barrington’s lemonflavoured soap, to which paper still adhered, (bought thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for), in fresh cold neverchanging everchanging water and dry them" (17.233-4) #stagsjoyce
Rough translation of 16.314-19 (note - not sure on the expressions, I don't speak Italian)
"—Whore, give us the money! Am I right? Broken ass!
—Let's get this straight. Half a crown plus...
—He says, though!
—Half.
—Scoundrel! Damn him!
—Listen! Five crowns plus..." #stagsjoyce
—Half a crown, Stephen responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep somewhere.
—Needs! Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the least surprise at the intelligence, (16.243-6) - Is this a deliberate choice or am I just used to ch. 15's subject?
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"(Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffin of the pianola flies open, the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolan springs up.)
FATHER DOLAN: Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye." (15.3670) #stagsjoyce
"COUNCILLOR NANNETTI: (Alone on deck, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his hand in his waistcoat opening, declaims.) When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I have...
BLOOM: Done. Prff!" (449)#stagsjoyce
"(Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, rolled in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the Lion’s Head cliff into the purple waiting waters.)
THE DUMMYMUMMY: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!"
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(15.3299) púcaí (plural) are commonly understood to be goblins or demons, feared for bringing ill fortune to those who come across them... Poulaphouca, meaning “the hole (or den) of the púca,” irishartscenter.org/event/irish-wo…#stagsjoyce
"...(Scared, hats himself, steps back, then, plucking at his heart and lifting his right forearm on the square, he gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) No, no, worshipful master..." (15.759)- I was convinced that Joyce was a mason. Apparently he wasn't! #stagsjoyce
"Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. Alleluia." (15.77) - I saw water flowing from the right side of the temple, alleluia - this is a Gregorian Chant w/ the name Vidi Aquam - #stagsjoyce" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">mysticaltheologyofthemass.com/post/vidi-aqua…