"That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He was all their daddies!" (U7.688)

FĂ©lix Pyat (1810 - 1889) was a French Socialist politician (elected twice to the National Assembly) and journalist, born in Vierzon (Cher). He was known for his virulent left wing writing and political activism, and outbursts against the authorities: he proposed a motion to abolish the presidential office; he joined the abortive radicalist attempt of June 13th 1849; he glorified regicide after Orsini's attempt against Napoleon III; he took part in the revolution of September 4th 1870 (demanding a republic). He published 'Le Combat' (suppressed in 1871) then the equally virulent 'Vengeur'. He repeatedly left France (for Belgium, Switzerland, or England) to avoid prosecution.
He was active in the Paris Commune (March-May 1871), directing acts of violence such as the overthrow of the Vendome column and the destruction of Thiers's residence and of the memorial chapel to Louis XVI. He escaped the revenge of the Versailles government, and crossed the frontier in safety. He was condemned to death in absentia in 1873, but came back to Paris after the general amnesty of July 1880. He was elected deputy for Bouches-du-Rhone in 1888, took his seat on the extreme Left, but died at Saint-Gratien the following year.
"- O yes, J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly. Lady Dudley was walking home through the park to see all the trees that were blown down by that cyclone last year and thought she'd buy a view of Dublin. And it turned out to be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat" (U7.700)

A great storm occurred on February 27th 1903. In Phoenix park, this PC states, 2948 trees were blown down.
"Right outside the viceregal lodge, imagine!" (U7.704)"
"- They're only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said. Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like those fellows, like Whiteside," (U7.705)

From EB11: James Whiteside (1804 - 1876) was an Irish politician and judge. The son of William Whiteside, a clergyman of the Church of Ireland, he was educated at Trinity College, being called to the Irish bar in 1830. He very rapidly acquired a large practice, and after taking silk in 1842 he gained a reputation for forensic oratory surpassing that of all his contemporaries, and rivalling that of his most famous predecessors of the 18c. He defended Daniel O'Connell in the state trial of 1843, and William Smith O'Brien in 1848; his greatest triumph was in the Yelverton case in 1861. He was elected member for Enniskillen in 1851, and in 1859 became member for Dublin University. In Parliament, he was no less successful as a speaker than at the bar, and in 1852 was appointed Solicitor-General for Ireland in the first administration of the earl of Derby, becoming attorney general in 1858, and again in 1866. In the same year he was appointed chief justice of the Queen's Bench. Whiteside was a man of handsome presence, attractive personality and cultivated tastes.
"like Isaac Butt," (U7.707)
"like silvertongued O'Hagan. Eh? Ah, bloody nonsense. Psha! Only in the halfpenny place.
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)
"RHYMES AND REASONS
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)
"Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss, Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery gutter sheet" (U7.731)
"not to mention Paddy Kelly's Budget, Pue's Occurrences and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle. Why bring in a master of forensic eloquence like Whiteside? Sufficient for the day is the newspaper thereof." (U7.734)
"LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE
- Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now? Established 1763. Dr Lucas." (U7.737)
"Who have you now like John Philpot Curran? Psha!" (U7.739)
"ITALIA, MAGISTRA ARTIUM
- 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.
- Ha.
- A few wellchosen words, Lenehan prefaced. Silence!
Pause. J.J. O'Molloy took out his cigarette case.
False lull. Something quite ordinary." (U7.754)
"Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar.
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)
"A POLISHED PERIOD
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." (U7.766)
"He took a cigarette from the case. J.J. O'Molloy offered his case to Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying:
- 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)
"- No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, waving the cigarette case aside. Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I ever heard was a speech made by John F. Taylor at the college historical society." (U7.791)
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