"Abbey Theatre! I smell the pubic sweat of monks.
He spat blank." (U9.1131)
The Abbey was closely associated with the Celtic Revival. Its founding was the joint effort of the Irish Literary Theatre (founded 1899 by Lady Gregory, Edward Martyn and W.B. Yeats, with the help of George Moore), Irish actors William and Frank Fay, and manager Annie Horniman."
He spat blank." (U9.1131)
The Abbey was closely associated with the Celtic Revival. Its founding was the joint effort of the Irish Literary Theatre (founded 1899 by Lady Gregory, Edward Martyn and W.B. Yeats, with the help of George Moore), Irish actors William and Frank Fay, and manager Annie Horniman."
"Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him." (U9.1134)
Sir Thomas Lucy (1532 - 1560) was an English squire in Warwickshire. Nicholas Rowe wrote (1710) that Lucy prosecuted Shakespeare for stealing a deer from Charlecote Park in 1585, and the bard aggravated the offense by mocking Lucy in a ballad. The incident, it is said, drove Shakespeare from Stratford to London.
Sir Thomas Lucy (1532 - 1560) was an English squire in Warwickshire. Nicholas Rowe wrote (1710) that Lucy prosecuted Shakespeare for stealing a deer from Charlecote Park in 1585, and the bard aggravated the offense by mocking Lucy in a ballad. The incident, it is said, drove Shakespeare from Stratford to London.
"And left the femme de trente ans. And why no other children born? And his first child a girl?
Afterwit. Go back.
The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.
Eh ... I just eh .... wanted ... I forgot ... eh ...
— Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there ..." (U9.1135)
Afterwit. Go back.
The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.
Eh ... I just eh .... wanted ... I forgot ... eh ...
— Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there ..." (U9.1135)
"Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling:
— I hardly hear the purlieu cry
Or a Tommy talk as I pass one by
Before my thoughts begin to run
On F. M'Curdy Atkinson,
The same that had the wooden leg
And that filibustering filibeg
That never dared to slake his drouth,
Magee that had the chinless mouth.
Being afraid to marry on earth
They masturbated for all they were worth.
Jest on. Know thyself.
Halted, below me, a quizzer looks at me. I halt.
— Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan moaned. Synge has left off wearing black to be like nature. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.
A laugh tripped over his lips." (U9.1142)
— I hardly hear the purlieu cry
Or a Tommy talk as I pass one by
Before my thoughts begin to run
On F. M'Curdy Atkinson,
The same that had the wooden leg
And that filibustering filibeg
That never dared to slake his drouth,
Magee that had the chinless mouth.
Being afraid to marry on earth
They masturbated for all they were worth.
Jest on. Know thyself.
Halted, below me, a quizzer looks at me. I halt.
— Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan moaned. Synge has left off wearing black to be like nature. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.
A laugh tripped over his lips." (U9.1142)
"— Longworth is awfully sick, he said, after what you wrote about that old hake Gregory. O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! She gets you a job on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus." (U9.1158)
"Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?
He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:
— The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time." (U9.1160)
He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:
— The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time." (U9.1160)
"One thinks of Homer.
He stopped at the stairfoot.
— I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.
The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:
—Everyman His Own Wife
or
A Honeymoon in the Hand
(a national immorality in three orgasms)
by
Ballocky Mulligan
He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying:
— The disguise, I fear, is thin. But listen.
He read, marcato:
— Characters:
TOBY TOSTOFF (a ruined Pole)
(a bushranger)
MEDICAL DICK |
and } (two birds with one stone)
MEDICAL DAVY|
MOTHER GROGAN (a watercarrier)
FRESH NELLY
and
ROSALIE (the coalquay whore). (U9.1165)
He stopped at the stairfoot.
— I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.
The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:
—Everyman His Own Wife
or
A Honeymoon in the Hand
(a national immorality in three orgasms)
by
Ballocky Mulligan
He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying:
— The disguise, I fear, is thin. But listen.
He read, marcato:
— Characters:
TOBY TOSTOFF (a ruined Pole)
(a bushranger)
MEDICAL DICK |
and } (two birds with one stone)
MEDICAL DAVY|
MOTHER GROGAN (a watercarrier)
FRESH NELLY
and
ROSALIE (the coalquay whore). (U9.1165)
"He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking on, followed by Stephen: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men:" (U9.1190)
" — O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!" (U9.1192)
Buck Mulligan is referring to a real incident, as told on the James Joyce Centre website. On June 20, 1904, Joyce turned up very drunk to attend a rehearsal of the National Theatre Society at the Camden Hall and collapsed in a passageway. One of the actors, Vera Esposito, stumbled over him...
Buck Mulligan is referring to a real incident, as told on the James Joyce Centre website. On June 20, 1904, Joyce turned up very drunk to attend a rehearsal of the National Theatre Society at the Camden Hall and collapsed in a passageway. One of the actors, Vera Esposito, stumbled over him...
"— The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said, for whom they ever lifted them.
About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.
Part. The moment is now. Where then? " (U9.1195)
Interesting trivia: Vera Esposito was a postcard collector, exchanging postcards with pen friends in France.
About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.
Part. The moment is now. Where then? " (U9.1195)
Interesting trivia: Vera Esposito was a postcard collector, exchanging postcards with pen friends in France.
"If Socrates leave his house today, if Judas go forth tonight. Why? That lies in space which I in time must come to, ineluctably.
My will: his will that fronts me. Seas between.
A man passed out between them, bowing, greeting.
— Good day again, Buck Mulligan said." (U9.1199)
My will: his will that fronts me. Seas between.
A man passed out between them, bowing, greeting.
— Good day again, Buck Mulligan said." (U9.1199)
"The portico.
Here I watched the birds for augury. Ængus of the birds. They go, they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see." (U9.1205)
Here I watched the birds for augury. Ængus of the birds. They go, they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see." (U9.1205)
"- The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Did you see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient mariner." (U9.1209)
"O, Kinch, thou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.
Manner of Oxenford." (U9.1211)
Manner of Oxenford." (U9.1211)
"Day. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.
A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by the gateway, under portcullis barbs.
They followed.
Offend me still. Speak on.
Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw of softness softly were blown." (U9.1213)
A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by the gateway, under portcullis barbs.
They followed.
Offend me still. Speak on.
Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw of softness softly were blown." (U9.1213)
"Cease to strive. Peace of the druid priests of Cymbeline: hierophantic: from wide earth an altar.
Laud we the gods
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless'd altars." (9.1121)
The quotation is from Shakespeare, Cymbeline Act V Scene 5
Laud we the gods
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless'd altars." (9.1121)
The quotation is from Shakespeare, Cymbeline Act V Scene 5