"Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward," (U15.4686)
"The O'Donoghue of The Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghue. On an eminence, the centre of the earth, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara. Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns. From the high barbacans of the tower two shafts of light fall on the smokepalled altarstone. On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, naked, fettered, a chalice resting on her swollen belly." (U15.4687)
The O'Donoghue of the Glens, also Lord of Glenflesk, is the hereditary chieftain of the cadet line of the Eoganachta dynasty of Munster. Originally styled Princes of Eoghanacht Loch Lein (Eoganacht Locha Léin), an area extending from the Roughty River at Kenmare, to Lough Lein at Killarney, the Clan divided at an early period into the distinct chiefly lines of O'Donoghue Mor (extinct since the 16c.), and O'Donoghue of the Glens. This photo is Daniel O'Donoghue (1831 - 1889), who served in the British Parliament as M.P. for Tipperary (1857 - 1865) then for Tralee (1865 - 1885).
The O'Donoghue of the Glens, also Lord of Glenflesk, is the hereditary chieftain of the cadet line of the Eoganachta dynasty of Munster. Originally styled Princes of Eoghanacht Loch Lein (Eoganacht Locha Léin), an area extending from the Roughty River at Kenmare, to Lough Lein at Killarney, the Clan divided at an early period into the distinct chiefly lines of O'Donoghue Mor (extinct since the 16c.), and O'Donoghue of the Glens. This photo is Daniel O'Donoghue (1831 - 1889), who served in the British Parliament as M.P. for Tipperary (1857 - 1865) then for Tralee (1865 - 1885).
"Father Malachi O'Flynn, in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his two left feet back to the front, celebrates camp mass. The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M.A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his head and collar back to the front, holds over the celebrant's head an open umbrella.)" (U15.4693)
"FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN
Introibo ad altare diaboli." (U15.4698)
Introibo ad altare diaboli." (U15.4698)
"THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE
To the devil which hath made glad my young days.
FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN
(takes from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host) Corpus meum.
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE
(raises high behind the celebrant's petticoat, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot is stuck) My body." (U15.4700)
To the devil which hath made glad my young days.
FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN
(takes from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host) Corpus meum.
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE
(raises high behind the celebrant's petticoat, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot is stuck) My body." (U15.4700)
"THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED
Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!
(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)
ADONAI
Dooooooooooog!" (U15.4707)
Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!
(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)
ADONAI
Dooooooooooog!" (U15.4707)
"(In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green factions sing Kick the Pope and Daily, daily sing to Mary.)
PRIVATE CARR
(with ferocious articulation) I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!" (U15.4717)
PRIVATE CARR
(with ferocious articulation) I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!" (U15.4717)
"(The retriever, nosing on the fringe of the crowd, barks noisily.)
BLOOM
(runs to Lynch) Can't you get him away?
LYNCH
He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! (to Bloom) Get him away, you. He won't listen to me.
(He drags Kitty away.)" (U15.4722)
BLOOM
(runs to Lynch) Can't you get him away?
LYNCH
He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! (to Bloom) Get him away, you. He won't listen to me.
(He drags Kitty away.)" (U15.4722)
"(points) Exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit.
BLOOM
(runs to Stephen) Come along with me now before worse happens. Here's your stick.
STEPHEN
Stick, no. Reason. This feast of pure reason.
OLD GUMMY GRANNY
(thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand) Remove him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be free. (she prays) O good God, take him!" (U15.4730)
BLOOM
(runs to Stephen) Come along with me now before worse happens. Here's your stick.
STEPHEN
Stick, no. Reason. This feast of pure reason.
OLD GUMMY GRANNY
(thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand) Remove him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be free. (she prays) O good God, take him!" (U15.4730)
"CISSY CAFFREY
(pulling Private Carr) Come on, you're boosed. He insulted me but I forgive him. (shouting in his ear) I forgive him for insulting me.
BLOOM
(over Stephen's shoulder) Yes, go. You see he's incapable." (U15.4740)
(pulling Private Carr) Come on, you're boosed. He insulted me but I forgive him. (shouting in his ear) I forgive him for insulting me.
BLOOM
(over Stephen's shoulder) Yes, go. You see he's incapable." (U15.4740)
"PRIVATE CARR
(Breaks loose.) I'll insult him.
(He rushes towards Stephen, fists outstretched, and strikes him in the face. Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned. He lies prone, his face to the sky, his hat rolling to the wall. Bloom follows and picks it up.)" (U15.4745)
(Breaks loose.) I'll insult him.
(He rushes towards Stephen, fists outstretched, and strikes him in the face. Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned. He lies prone, his face to the sky, his hat rolling to the wall. Bloom follows and picks it up.)" (U15.4745)
"MAJOR TWEEDY
(loudly) Carbine in bucket! Cease fire! Salute!" (U15.4751)
(loudly) Carbine in bucket! Cease fire! Salute!" (U15.4751)
"THE RETRIEVER
(barking furiously) Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute.
THE CROWD
Let him up! Don't strike him when he's down! Air! Who? The soldier hit him. He's a professor. Is he hurted? Don't manhandle him! He's fainted!
A HAG
What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the influence." (U15.4753)
(barking furiously) Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute.
THE CROWD
Let him up! Don't strike him when he's down! Air! Who? The soldier hit him. He's a professor. Is he hurted? Don't manhandle him! He's fainted!
A HAG
What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the influence." (U15.4753)
"Let them go and fight the Boers!" (U15.4760)
"THE BAWD
Listen to who's talking! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? He gave him the coward's blow.
(They grab at each other's hair, claw at each other and spit.)" (U15.4761)
Listen to who's talking! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? He gave him the coward's blow.
(They grab at each other's hair, claw at each other and spit.)" (U15.4761)
"THE RETRIEVER
(barking) Wow wow wow.
BLOOM
(shoves them back, loudly) Get back, stand back!
PRIVATE COMPTON
(tugging his comrade) Here. Bugger off, Harry. Here's the cops!" (U15.4765)
(barking) Wow wow wow.
BLOOM
(shoves them back, loudly) Get back, stand back!
PRIVATE COMPTON
(tugging his comrade) Here. Bugger off, Harry. Here's the cops!" (U15.4765)