"Weighing them up perhaps to see which will go next. Well it is a long rest. Feel no more. It's the moment you feel. Must be damned unpleasant. Can't believe it at first. Mistake must be: someone else. Try the house opposite. Wait, I wanted to. I haven't yet." (U6.842)
"Then darkened deathchamber. Light they want. Whispering around you. Would you like to see a priest?" (U6.845)
"Then rambling and wandering. Delirium all you hid all your life. The death struggle." (U6.847)
"His sleep is not natural. Press his lower eyelid. Watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the floor since he's doomed." (U6.848)
"Devil in that picture of sinner's death showing him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act of Lucia. Shall I nevermore behold thee? Bam! expires. Gone at last." (U6.851)
"People talk about you a bit: forget you. Don't forget to pray for him. Remember him in your prayers. Even Parnell. Ivy day dying out. Then they follow: dropping into a hole, one after the other." (U6.853)
Charles Stewart Parnell died October 6, 1891. His funeral to Glasnevin Cemetery, October 11th 1891, was attended by nearly 250,000 people. This CDV was produced In Memoriam after his death. Later, in his honor, a monument was erected in Upper Sackville street, and Great Britain street renamed Parnell street.
October 6, the day of his death, became known by Irish nationalists as Ivy Day (Irish: Lá an Eidhneáin). A small ceremony still takes place at Parnell's graveside in Glasnevin on the Sunday nearest 6 October.
"We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you're well and not in hell. Nice change of air." (U6.857)
"Out of the fryingpan of life into the fire of purgatory." (U6.858)
"Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself? They say you do when you shiver in the sun. Someone walking over it. Callboy's warning. Near you. Mine over there towards Finglas, the plot I bought. Mamma, poor mamma, and little Rudy." (U6.860)
From Tit-bits (1890), an item on this popular superstition.
"The gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face." (U6.864)
"And if he was alive all the time? Whew! By jingo, that would be awful! No, no: he is dead, of course. Of course he is dead. Monday he died. They ought to have some law to pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of distress." (U6.865)
"Three days. Rather long to keep them in summer. Just as well to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there's no.
The clay fell softer. Begin to be forgotten. Out of sight, out of mind." (U6.869)
"The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had enough of it. The mourners took heart of grace, one by one, covering themselves without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly figure make its way deftly through the maze of graves. Quietly, sure of his ground, he traversed the dismal fields." (U6.873)
"Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he knows them all. No: coming to me.
— I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your christian name? I'm not sure.
— L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M'Coy's name too. He asked me to.
— Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the Freeman once.
So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne." (U6.878)
"Good idea a postmortem for doctors. Find out what they imagine they know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run." (U7.886)
"Levanted with the cash of a few ads. Charley, you're my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well, does no harm. I saw to that, M'Coy. Thanks, old chap: much obliged. Leave him under an obligation: costs nothing.
- And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was over there in the...
He looked around.
- Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now?
- M'Intosh, Hynes said, scribbling. I don't know who he is. Is that his name? " (U6.886)