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think that she was a pawnbroker! Well, now! Such a... what should he say? ...such a queenly mien.
(she's listed as Catholic-- is that unusual?)
the Dedalus sisters will discuss her 20min from now, after Conmee gets off the tram
cf FW68 "A kingly man, of royal mien"
Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the shutup free church on his left. The reverend T.R. Green B.A. will (D.V.) speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say a few words. But one should be charitable. Invincible ignorance. They acted according to their lights.
1909 map
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| 54yo w/4 kids in 1901 |
(cf?? Tisdall Farrell below: "Coactus volui." = 'against my will')
Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North Circular road. It was a wonder that there was no tramline in such an important thoroughfare. Surely, there ought to be.
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1909 map (aka Richmond place?)
cf p94: "I can't make out why the corporation doesn't run a tramline from the parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said."
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| 1937 w/tram |
(thoughts-per-block declines here)
A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street. All raised untidy caps. Father Conmee greeted them more than once benignly. Christian brother boys.
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he takes less trouble with them? snobbishly??
school
Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint Joseph's church, Portland row. For aged and virtuous females. Father Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament. Virtuous: but occasionally they were also badtempered.
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surprising that he puts this into words
around this time, Boylan phones Miss Dunne, the cavalcade sets out, and Lenehan spots Bloom (the timing seems squeezed)
Near Aldborough house Father Conmee thought of that spendthrift nobleman. And now it was an office or something.
post office &c
1909 map
Father Conmee began to walk along the North Strand road and was saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop. Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter.
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1909 map
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| 65yo in 1911 |
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| baconflitches (half-pig each) |
(why is Conmee so sensitive to scents? substitute for/ indication of gluttony?)
somewhere around here the onelegged sailor's own section starts, passing Katey and Boody and the stout woman before Molly's arm intrudes on Corny
He passed Grogan's the tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a dreadful catastrophe in New York. In America those things were continually happening. Unfortunate people to die like that, unprepared. Still, an act of perfect contrition.
Grogan was just an assistant in 1901
we got Bloom's view of the Slocum disaster in episode 8
and we'll get Kernan's in section 12TK
Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the window of which two unlabouring men lounged. They saluted him and were saluted.
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| 41yo in 1901 |
Father Conmee passed H.J. O'Neill's funeral establishment where Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of hay. A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee saluted the constable.
it's now about 3:15pm. Corny will get the next short section 2CK, starting just after Conmee passes.
the undertaker's name in 1901 was Kerrigan
In Youkstetter's, the porkbutcher's, Father Conmee observed pig's puddings, white and black and red, lying neatly curled in tubes.
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| 26yo in 1901 |
Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee saw a turfbarge, a towhorse with pendent head, a bargeman with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above him. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee reflected on the providence of the Creator who had made
maybe the same barge Bloom had noticed a mile west 3 hrs earlier: "A man stood on his dropping barge between clamps of turf. On the towpath by the lock a slacktethered horse."
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1909 map
"smoking... idyllic" (echo of Lotus-eaters)
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