"- Yes, by Jove, Mr Dedalus said. That will be worth seeing, faith." (U6.371)
The 1903 Gordon Bennett race, comically rendered in this PC, had taken place in Ireland (Athy, Co. Kildare). It was won by Camille Jenatzy from Germany, on a Mercedes car.
"As they turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls." (U6.372)
"Has anybody here seen Kelly? Kay ee double ell wy." (U6.373)
'Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly?', music and lyrics by C.W. Murphy & Will Letters (1908), is a British music hall song, originally titled 'Kelly From the Isle of Man'. It was adapted in America by William McKenna for the musical 'The Jolly Bachelors' (1909). Here caricatured, it tells of an Irishwoman looking for her sweetheart. The chorus goes:
"Has anybody here seen Kelly?
Kay ee double ell wy,
Has anybody here seen Kelly?
Have you seen him smile?
Sure his hair is red, his eyes are blue,
And he's Irish through and through,
Has anybody here seen Kelly?
Kelly from the Emerald Isle"
"The Mater Misericordiae. Eccles street. My house down there. Big place." (U6.375)
The Mater Misericordiae Hospital (known as 'the Mater') on Eccles Street was established and run by the Sisters of Mercy, a Catholic congregation. It provides public hospital care to adult patients, and training for nurses. This PC states: 'Opened 1861. Front nearly 300 feet in length.' The largest hospital in Dublin, the Mater had some 325 beds.
Also on Eccles street, the Dominican College (a convent and school).
"Ward for incurables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady's Hospice for the dying. Deadhouse handy underneath. Where old Mrs Riordan died. They look terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the spoon. Then the screen round her bed for her to die. Nice young student that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He's gone over to the lying-in hospital they told me. From one extreme to the other." (U6.376)
"Roast beef for old England. They buy up all the juicy ones. And then the fifth quarter is lost: all that raw stuff, hide, hair, horns. Comes to a big thing in a year. Dead meat trade. Byproducts of the slaughterhouses for tanneries, soap, margarine. Wonder if that dodge works now getting dicky meat off the train at Clonsilla." (U6.394)
"- And, Martin Cunningham said, we wouldn't have scenes like that when the hearse capsized round Dunphy's and upset the coffin onto the road.
- That was terrible, Mr Power's shocked face said, and the corpse fell about the road. Terrible!
- First round Dunphy's, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Gordon Bennett cup.
- Praises be to God! Martin Cunningham said piously. " (U6.415)
"In silence they drove along Phibsborough road. An empty hearse trotted by, coming from the cemetery: looks relieved." (U6.436)
"Crossguns bridge: the royal canal.
Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his dropping barge between clamps of turf. On the towpath by the lock a slacktethered horse. Aboard of the Bugabu.
Their eyes watched him. On the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of reeds, over slime, mudchoked bottles, carrion dogs. Athlone," (U6.438)
"Mullingar, Moyvalley, I could make a walking tour to see Milly by the canal. water." (U6.444)
"Or cycle down. Hire some old crock, safety. Wren had one the other day at the auction but a lady's. Developing waterways. James M'Cann's hobby to row me o'er the ferry. Cheaper transit. By easy stages. Houseboats. Camping out. Also hearses. To heaven by water. Perhaps I will without writing. Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by lock to Dublin." (U6.445)
"With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw hat, saluting Paddy Dignam." (U6.451)
"They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. Near it now.
- I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Power said.
- Better ask Tom Kernan, Mr Dedalus said.
- How is that? Martin Cunningham said. Left him weeping, I suppose?
- Though lost to sight, Mr Dedalus said, to memory dear.
The carriage steered left for Finglas road." (U6.453)
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"The stonecutter's yard on the right. Last lap. Crowded on the spit of land silent shapes appeared, white, sorrowful, holding out calm hands, knelt in grief, pointing. Fragments of shapes, hewn. In white silence: appealing. The best obtainable. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor.
"The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dark poplars, rare white forms." (U6.486)