"Be the better of a shave. Grey sprouting beard. That's the first sign when the hairs come out grey. And temper getting cross. Silver threads among the grey. Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to propose to any girl. Come out and live in the graveyard. Dangle that before her. It might thrill her first. Courting death. Shades of night hovering here with all the dead stretched about." (U6.744)
"The shadows of the tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be a descendant I suppose who is this used to say he was a queer breedy man great catholic all the same" (U6.749)
"like a big giant in the dark." (U6.752)
The Linati scheme for Hades includes the correspondences Caretaker - Hades; Daniel O'Connell - Hercules; Dignam - Elpenor. This engraving (1886) shows Ulysses seeing the Shade of Hercules in the afterworld, a big giant in the dark.
The Linati scheme for Hades includes the correspondences Caretaker - Hades; Daniel O'Connell - Hercules; Dignam - Elpenor. This engraving (1886) shows Ulysses seeing the Shade of Hercules in the afterworld, a big giant in the dark.
"Will o' the wisp. Gas of graves. Want to keep her mind off it to conceive at all. Women especially are so touchy. Tell her a ghost story in bed to make her sleep. Have you ever seen a ghost? Well, I have. It was a pitchdark night." (U6.752)
"The clock was on the stroke of twelve. Still they'd kiss all right if properly keyed up."(U6.755)
"Whores in Turkish graveyards. Learn anything if taken young. You might pick up a young widow here." (U6.757)
"Men like that. Love among the tombstones. Romeo. Spice of pleasure. In the midst of death we are in life. Both ends meet. Tantalising for the poor dead." (U6.758)
"Smell of grilled beefsteaks to the starving. Gnawing their vitals. Desire to grig people. Molly wanting to do it at the window. Eight children he has anyway.
He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field after field. Holy fields." (U6.760)
He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field after field. Holy fields." (U6.760)
"More room if they buried them standing. Sitting or kneeling you couldn't. Standing? His head might come up some day above ground in a landslip with his hand pointing. All honeycombed the ground must be: oblong cells." (U6.764)
"And very neat he keeps it too: trim grass and edgings. His garden Major Gamble calls Mount Jerome. Well, so it is." (U6.767)
"Ought to be flowers of sleep. Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies growing produce the best opium Mastiansky told me." (U6.768)
"The Botanic Gardens are just over there. It's the blood sinking in the earth gives new life. Same idea those jews they said killed the christian boy." (U6.770)
"Every man his price. Well preserved fat corpse, gentleman, epicure, invaluable for fruit garden. A bargain. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds thirteen and six. With thanks." (U6.772)
"I daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpse manure, bones, flesh, nails. Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink, decomposing. Rot quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy kind of a cheesy." (U6.776)
"Then begin to get black, black treacle oozing out of them. Then dried up. Deathmoths. Of course the cells or whatever they are go on living. Changing about. Live for ever practically. Nothing to feed on feed on themselves.
But they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots. Soil must be simply swirling with them." (U6.779)
But they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots. Soil must be simply swirling with them." (U6.779)
"Your head it simply swurls. Those pretty little seaside gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of power seeing all the others go under first. Wonder how he looks at life. Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his heart." (U6.784)