His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.
Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss? How do you know? Why did you write it then?" (U7.707)
Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth? Must be some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth. Rhymes: two men dressed the same, looking the same, two by two.
. . . . . . . . la tua pace
. . . . . che parlar ti piace
mentreche il vento, come fa, si tace." (U7.713)
— Speak up for yourself, Mr O'Madden Burke said." (U7.720)
J. J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.
— My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false construction on my words. I hold no brief, as at present advised, for the third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away with you." (U7.726)
For more on that last expression, as discovered by Harald Beck, see
article in the JJON.
— Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now? Established 1763. Dr Lucas.
— Well, J. J. O'Molloy said, Bushe K. C., for example.
— Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.
— He would have been on the bench long ago, the professor said, only for .... But no matter. J. J. O'Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly:
— One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in my life fell from the lips of Seymour Bushe. It was in that case of fratricide, the Childs murder case. Bushe defended him." (U7.737)
By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the other story, beast with two backs?
— What was that? the professor asked. (U7.750)
- He spoke on the law of evidence, J.J. O'Molloy said, of Roman justice as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the lex talionis. And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the Vatican.
- A few wellchosen words, Lenehan prefaced. Silence!
Pause. J.J. O'Molloy took out his cigarette case.
False lull. Something quite ordinary." (U7.754)
I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that it was that small act, trivial in itself, that striking of that match, that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives." (U7.762)
J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words:
- He said of it: that stony effigy in frozen music, horned and terrible, of the human form divine, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of prophecy which, if aught that the imagination or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live, deserves to live.
His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.
— Fine! Myles Crawford said at once.
— The divine afflatus, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
— You like it? J. J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.
Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed." (U7.766)
- Muchibus thankibus.
A MAN OF HIGH MORALE
- Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J.J. O'Molloy said to Stephen. A. E. the mastermystic? That Blavatsky woman started it. She was a nice old bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to ask him about planes of consciousness. Magennis thinks you must have been pulling A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
Speaking about me. What did he say? What did he say? What did he say about me? Don't ask." (U7.777)