"Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses." (U8.614)
"Muslin prints, silk dames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the baking causeway." (U8.614)
This later PC still shows Grafton street as a busy shopping district. It remains so to this day.
"Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings. Hope the rain mucks them up on her. Country bred chawbacon. All the beef to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of plumb." (U8.616)
"He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood.The huguenots brought that here." (U8.620)
An advertisement for Brown, Thomas & Co. in a tourist pamphlet from 1902. They were located at the corner of Grafton and Duke streets.
An advertisement for Brown, Thomas & Co. in a tourist pamphlet from 1902. They were located at the corner of Grafton and Duke streets.
"Lacaus esant tara tara. Great chorus that. Taree tara. Must be washed in rainwater. Meyerbeer. Tara: bom bom bom." (U8.623)
"Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today anyhow." (U8.625)
He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today anyhow." (U8.625)
"Must go back for that lotion. For her birthday perhaps." (U8.628)
"Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Nearly three months off. Then she mightn't like it. Women won't pick up pins. Say it cuts lo." (U8.629)
"Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings.
Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all.
High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman, home and houses, silk webs, silver," (U8.631)
Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all.
High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman, home and houses, silk webs, silver," (U8.631)
"rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Agendath Netaim. Wealth of the world." (U8.635)
"A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.
Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then." (U8.637)
Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then." (U8.637)
"He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling hoofthuds. Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds.
- Jack, love!
- Darling!
- Kiss me, Reggy!
- My boy!
- Love!" (U8.641)
- Jack, love!
- Darling!
- Kiss me, Reggy!
- My boy!
- Love!" (U8.641)
"His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant." (U8.650)
"Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slop of greens. See the animals feed.
Men, men, men.
Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches." (U8.650)
Men, men, men.
Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches." (U8.650)
"A pallid suetfaced young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New set of microbes. A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet." (U8.656)