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)
- 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." (U10.310)
He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain's length." (U10.310)
"— Can you send them by tram? Now?
A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the hawker's cart.
— Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?
— O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Ten minutes." (U10.314)
A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the hawker's cart.
— Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?
— O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Ten minutes." (U10.314)
"The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.
— Will you write the address, sir?
Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.
— Send it at once, will you? he said. It's for an invalid.
— Yes, sir. I will, sir." (U10.319)
— Will you write the address, sir?
Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.
— Send it at once, will you? he said. It's for an invalid.
— Yes, sir. I will, sir." (U10.319)
"Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.
— What's the damage? he asked." (U10.324)
— What's the damage? he asked." (U10.324)
"The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.
Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet." (U10.326)
Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet." (U10.326)
"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." (U10.327)
- This for me? he asked gallantly.
The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie a bit crooked, blushing." (U10.327)
"- Yes, sir, she said.
Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches." (U10.332)
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." (U10.334)
"- May I say a word to your telephone, missy? he asked roguishly." (U10.336)
" *** " (U10.337)
"- Ma! Almidano Artifoni said.
He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll." (U10.338)
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.
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.
"Two carfuls of tourists passed slowly, their women sitting fore, gripping the handrests. Palefaces. Men's arms frankly round their stunted forms. They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the bank of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed." (U10.340)
The same scene in snow. A tram advertises Bovril.