Re: Joyce, Episode 59: A Tile Off The Roof

jul 27, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 59: A Tile Off The Roof

“Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam’s hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not been knifed to
death. They are not to be thought away. Time has branded them and fettered they are
lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been
possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass?
Weave, weaver of the wind.”

In Stephen’s musings on history, real and potential, Frank finds a recurring Joycean theme.

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Re: Joyce, Episode 58: A Disappointed Bridge

jul 20, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 58: A Disappointed Bridge

“―Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge.
The words troubled their gaze.
―How, sir? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river.
For Haines’s chapbook. No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to
pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A jester at the court of his master,
indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master’s praise. Why had they chosen all
that part? Not wholly for the smooth caress. For them too history was a tale like any other
too often heard, their land a pawnshop.”

Stephen muses on first-rate wit and second-hand history.

Re: Joyce, Episode 57: A Touch of Class

jul 13, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 57: A Touch of Class

“―Pyrrhus, sir? Pyrrhus, a pier.
All laughed. Mirthless high malicious laughter. Armstrong looked round at his classmates,
silly glee in profile. In a moment they will laugh more loudly, aware of my lack of rule and
of the fees their papas pay.
―Tell me now, Stephen said, poking the boy’s shoulder with the book, what is a pier.
―A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a bridge. Kingstown pier,
sir.
Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench whispered. Yes.
They knew: had never learned nor ever been innocent. All. With envy he watched their
faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam,
their bracelets tittering in the struggle.”

In Stephen’s classroom, four girls’ names hint at religion, class, and sex.

Re: Joyce, Episode 56: The Cookie Crumbles

jul 06, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 56: The Cookie Crumbles

“―You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?
―End of Pyrrhus, sir?
―I know, sir. Ask me, sir, Comyn said.
―Wait. You, Armstrong. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus?
A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong’s satchel. He curled them between his palms at
whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to the tissue of his lips. A sweetened
boy’s breath. Welloff people, proud that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico road,
Dalkey.”

In Stephen’s classroom, Frank muses on the names of cookies and of boys.