"- A great blow to the poor wife, Mr Kernan added.
- Indeed yes, Mr Bloom agreed.
Has the laugh at him now.
He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had outlived him. Lost her husband. More dead for her than for me. One must outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you'll soon follow him. For Hindu widows only. She would marry another. Him? No. Yet who knows after." (U6.541)
- Indeed yes, Mr Bloom agreed.
Has the laugh at him now.
He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had outlived him. Lost her husband. More dead for her than for me. One must outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you'll soon follow him. For Hindu widows only. She would marry another. Him? No. Yet who knows after." (U6.541)
"Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial morning." (U6.549)
"But in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts. All for a shadow." (U6.550)
A photograph of Queen Victoria towards the end of her reign, still in mourning for a shadow. Notice the portrait of Prince Albert on the table, and in the miniature on her bracelet.
A photograph of Queen Victoria towards the end of her reign, still in mourning for a shadow. Notice the portrait of Prince Albert on the table, and in the miniature on her bracelet.
"Consort not even a king."(U6.552)
Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1819 - 1861) was the husband and prince consort of Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. A prince consort, generally speaking, is the husband of a Queen regnant. Albert was the only husband of a British queen regnant to have been formally given (by Victoria, in 1857) the royal title of H.R.H. The Prince Consort.
Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1819 - 1861) was the husband and prince consort of Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. A prince consort, generally speaking, is the husband of a Queen regnant. Albert was the only husband of a British queen regnant to have been formally given (by Victoria, in 1857) the royal title of H.R.H. The Prince Consort.
"Her son was the substance. Something new to hope for not like the past she wanted back, waiting. It never comes. One must go first: alone, under the ground: and lie no more in her warm bed.
- How are you, Simon? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands. Haven't seen you for a month of Sundays.
- Never better. How are all in Cork's own town?" (U6.552)
Queen Victoria (1819 - 1901) with 3 future kings: her son Edward VII (b. 1841), her grandson George V (b. 1865), and her greatgrandson Edward VIII (b. 1894).
- How are you, Simon? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands. Haven't seen you for a month of Sundays.
- Never better. How are all in Cork's own town?" (U6.552)
Queen Victoria (1819 - 1901) with 3 future kings: her son Edward VII (b. 1841), her grandson George V (b. 1865), and her greatgrandson Edward VIII (b. 1894).
"— I was down there for the Cork park races on Easter Monday, Ned Lambert said. Same old six and eightpence. Stopped with Dick Tivy.
— And how is Dick, the solid man?
— Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert answered.
— By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?
— Martin is going to get up a whip for the youngsters, Ned Lambert said, pointing ahead. A few bob a skull. Just to keep them going till the insurance is cleared up.
— Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front?
— Yes, Ned Lambert said, with the wife's brother. John Henry Menton is behind. He put down his name for a quid.
— I'll engage he did, Mr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he ought to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world.
— How did he lose it? Ned Lambert asked. Liquor, what?
— Many a good man's fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh." (U6.559)
— And how is Dick, the solid man?
— Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert answered.
— By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?
— Martin is going to get up a whip for the youngsters, Ned Lambert said, pointing ahead. A few bob a skull. Just to keep them going till the insurance is cleared up.
— Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front?
— Yes, Ned Lambert said, with the wife's brother. John Henry Menton is behind. He put down his name for a quid.
— I'll engage he did, Mr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he ought to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world.
— How did he lose it? Ned Lambert asked. Liquor, what?
— Many a good man's fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh." (U6.559)
"They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel. Mr Bloom stood behind the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. Poor boy! Was he there when the father? Both unconscious. Lighten up at the last moment and recognise for the last time. All he might have done. I owe three shillings to O'Grady. Would he understand?" (U6.574)
"The mutes bore the coffin into the chapel. Which end is his head?
After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened light." (U6.579)
After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened light." (U6.579)
"The coffin lay on its bier before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at its corners. Always in front of us. Corny Kelleher, laying a wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the boy to kneel." (U6.582)
"The mourners knelt here and there in prayingdesks. Mr Bloom stood behind near the font and, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black hat gently on his left knee and, holding its brim, bent over piously.
A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through a door." (U6.584)
A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through a door." (U6.584)
"The whitesmocked priest came after him, tidying his stole with one hand, balancing with the other a little book" (U6.590)
"against his toad's belly. Who'll read the book? I, said the rook.
They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book with a fluent croak." (6.591)
They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book with a fluent croak." (6.591)
"Father Coffey. I knew his name was like a coffin. Dominenamine. Bully about the muzzle he looks. Bosses the show. Muscular christian. Woe betide anyone that looks crooked at him: priest." (U6.595)
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(Image courtesy of the ZJJF)
"Thou art Peter." (U5.597)
"Burst sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on him like a poisoned pup. Most amusing expressions that man finds. Hhhn: burst sideways.
- Non intres in judicium cum servo tuo, Domine.
Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin. Requiem mass. Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on the altarlist. Chilly place this. Want to feed well, sitting in there all the morning in the gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please." (U6.597)
- Non intres in judicium cum servo tuo, Domine.
Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin. Requiem mass. Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on the altarlist. Chilly place this. Want to feed well, sitting in there all the morning in the gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please." (U6.597)
"Eyes of a toad too. What swells him up that way? Molly gets swelled after cabbage. Air of the place maybe. Looks full up of bad gas. Must be an infernal lot of bad gas round the place." (U6.605)