— Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.
Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and signature.
— Who? the editor asked. Bit torn off.
— Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.
— That old pelters, the editor said. Who tore it? Was he short taken?
On swift sail flaming
From storm and south
He comes, pale vampire,
Mouth to my mouth." (U7.512)
SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT
— Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. MrGarrett Deasy asked me to..." (U7.526)
— Ay, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, his eye running down the typescript. Emperor's horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on the ramparts of Vienna. Don't you forget! Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian fieldmarshal now. Going to be trouble there one day. Wild geese. O yes, every time. Don't you forget that!" (U7.538)
Professor MacHugh turned on him.
— And if not? he said.
— I'll tell you how it was, Myles Crawford began. A Hungarian it was one day... " (U7.545)
NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED
- We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin language. I speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim: time is money. Material domination." (U7.551)
Robert Arthur Talbot Gascoyne-Cecil, 3rd Marquess of Salisbury (1830 - 1903) was a British statesman and Prime Minister (for Queen Victoria then Edward VII) a total of over 13 years. Salisbury's expertise was in foreign affairs; for most of his time as Prime Minister he served as Foreign Secretary (rather than First Lord of the Treasury, the traditional position) and pursued a policy of 'Splendid Isolation.' Among the events of his premierships was the Partition of Africa, culminating in the Fashoda Crisis and the Second Boer War. Of Irish interest, he sought 'to fight Home Rule with kindness' by launching a land reform programme to promote Irish land ownership.
He strode away from them towards the window.
- They went forth to battle, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but they always fell." (U7.565)
He whispered then near Stephen's ear:" ([U7.574])
Brick courtesy of Steven Wook (in Yorkshire, UK), a visitor to the site.
Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
As he mostly sees double
To wear them why trouble?
I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you?
In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.
Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.
— That'll be all right, he said. I'll read the rest after. That'll be all right." (U7.578)
- But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railway line?
- Opera? Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.
Lenehan announced gladly:
- The Rose of Castile. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!
He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp." (U7.587)
Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling tissues." (U7.595)
A similar period riddle. His "Consort Ena" = his "Concertina", see the wheeze?
A wheeze, as I learned from Tit-Bits (August 29, 1908) is 'a safe and prompt laugh'.