"A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey," (U10.294)
"under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, " (U10.295)
"sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay." (U10.296)
" *** " (U10.298)
"The blonde girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.
- Put these in first, will you? he said." (U10.299)

An ad for Thornton in a tourist pamphlet from 1902. We get the store's phone number 217; nowadays Dublin phone numbers have 7 digits.
The sign hanging on a corner building, on the left side of Grafton street, indicates Thornton's.
A SV of Grafton street, Thornton again on the left.
"- Yes, sir, the blond girl said, and the fruit on top.
- That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan said.
She bestowed fat pears neatly, head by tail, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches." (U10.303)
"Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells." (U10.307)
"H. E. L. Y'S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal.
He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain's length.
— Can you send them by tram? Now?
A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the hawker's cart." (U10.310)
"The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.
Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He took a red carnation from the tall stemglass.
- This for me? he asked gallantly.
The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie a bit crooked, blushing." (U10.326)
"- Yes, sir, she said.
Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches." (U10.332)
"Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour, the stalk of the red flower between his smiling teeth.
- May I say a word to your telephone, missy? he asked roguishly." (U10.334)
" *** " (U10.337)
"- Ma! Almidano Artifoni said.
He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll." (U10.338)
Oliver Golsmith (c.1730-1774) was an Anglo-Irish writer, poet, and physician. His best known works are the novel 'The Vicar of Wakefield' (1766), the pastoral poem 'The Deserted Village', and the plays 'The Good-Natur'd Man' (1768) and 'She Stoops to Conquer' (1771).
Goldsmith earned his Bachelor of Arts at Trinity College (1749), studying theology and law. He later studied (medicine) at the Univ of Edinburgh and the Univ of Leiden, and at the Univ of Padua (1755 and 1757) then toured Europe, living on his wits.
He then settled in London and worked as an apothecary's assistant. Perennially in debt and addicted to gam/bling, Goldsmith had a massive output as a hack writer for the publishers of London, but his few painstaking works earned him the company of Samuel Johnson, along with whom he was a founding member of 'The Club'. He is buried in Temple Church.
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