- 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)
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.
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.
- 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).
— 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)
After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened light." (U6.579)
A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through a door." (U6.584)
They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book with a fluent croak." (6.591)
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- 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)