Joyceborough

02/08/2026

in carucates he is enumerated, hold as an earl,
he counts; shipshaped phrase of buglooking words with a form like the easing moments of a graminivorous; to our dooms brought he law, our manoirs he made his vill of; was an overgrind to the underground and acqueduced for fierythroats; sends boys in socks acoughawhooping when he lets farth his carbon- oxside and silk stockings show her shapings when he looses hose on hers; stocks dry puder for the 111 people and pinkun's pellets for all the Pale; gave his mundyfoot to Miserius, her pinch to Anna Livia . . . ( FW 128)

31/07/2026

GSA tackles FW

The Finnegans Wake Audio DreamText by JAMES JOYCEEdited, Direct...

31/07/2026

— 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. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days), advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.

John Francis Taylor, third son of John Taylor, from Clevery, Riverstown was born in 1853. He was a commercial clerk in his early life but abandoned commerce f...

30/07/2026

Reading Finnegans Wake

Finnegan's Wake Episode 1: Riverrun to Resurrection: The sources us...

28/07/2026

MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you nicely! Scamp!

BLOOM: (Hurriedly.) Not so loud my name. Whatever do you think of me? Don’t give me away. Walls have ears. How do you do? It’s ages since I. You’re looking splendid. Absolutely it. Seasonable weather we are having this time of year. Black refracts heat. Short cut home here. Interesting quarter. Rescue of fallen women. Magdalen asylum. I am the secretary...

MRS BREEN: (Holds up a finger.) Now, don’t tell a big fib! I know somebody won’t like that. O just wait till I see Molly! (Slily.) Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

27/07/2026

Sir Philip Crampton’s memorial fountain bust. Who was he?

23/07/2026

Duke street. Here we are. Must eat.

22/07/2026

A sterling good daughter was Gerty just like a second mother in the house, a ministering angel too with a little heart worth its weight in gold. And when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was it rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn’t like her mother’s taking pinches of s***f and that was the only single thing they ever had words about, taking s***f. Everyone thought the world of her for her gentle ways. It was Gerty who turned off the gas at the main every night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer’s christmas almanac, the picture of halcyon days

22/07/2026

Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. She stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a day like this, looks like blanketcloth. Careless stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets. Like that haughty creature at the polo match.

20/07/2026

Does the new Dublin City Knowledge Hub know how to cross the city without passing a pub?

Dublin City Knowledge Hub

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