Re: Joyce, Episode77: Fogies and Torries

nov 30, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode77: Fogies and Torries

“—You think me an old fogey and an old tory, his
thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since

O’Connell’s time. I remember the famine in ‘46. Do you
know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the
union twenty years before O’Connell did or before the
prelates of your communion denounced him as a
demagogue? You fenians forget some things.
Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of
Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of
papishes. Hoarse, masked and armed, the planters’
covenant. The black north and true blue bible. Croppies
lie down.”

Frank unpacks Mr. Deasy’s politics.

Here we have Croppies, as a slave/serf term.

Re: Joyce, Episode76: Folds and Fillibegs

nov 24, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode76: Folds and Fillibegs

“—For the moment, no, Stephen answered.
Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his
—I knew you couldn’t, he said joyously. But one day
you must feel it. We are a generous people but we must
also be just.
—I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us
so unhappy.
Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the
mantelpiece at the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs:
Albert Edward, prince of Wales.”

Mr. Deasy and Stephen continue their exchange, and Frank unpacks the tartan from a painting of a prince.

Mr. Deasy, the “major prick”.

Re: Joyce, Episode75: Credit and Debt

nov 16, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode75: Credit and Debt

“Good man, good man.
—I paid my way. I never borrowed a shilling in my life. Can
you feel that? I owe nothing. Can you?
Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one pair
brogues, ties. Curran, ten guineas. McCann, one guinea.
Fred Ryan, two shillings. Temple, two lunches. Russell,
one guinea, Cousins, ten shillings, Bob Reynolds, half a
guinea, Koehler, three guineas, Mrs MacKernan, five
weeks’ board. The lump I have is useless.
—For the moment, no, Stephen answered.”

Stephen tallies his debts – as does Joyce.

Re: Joyce, Episode74: Proud English Words

nov 09, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode74: Proud English Words

“—Don’t carry it like that, Mr Deasy said. You’ll pull it
out somewhere and lose it. You just buy one of these
machines. You’ll find them very handy.
Answer something.
—Mine would be often empty, Stephen said.

The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the
same. Three times now. Three nooses round me here.
Well? I can break them in this instant if I will.
—Because you don’t save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his
finger. You don’t know yet what money is. Money is
power. When you have lived as long as I have. I know, I
know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say?
Put but money in thy purse.
—Iago, Stephen murmured.
He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man’s
—He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made
money. A poet, yes, but an Englishman too. Do you
know what is the pride of the English? Do you know
what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an
Englishman’s mouth?
The seas’ ruler. His seacold eyes looked on the empty
bay: it seems history is to blame: on me and on my words,
—That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets.
—Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That’s not English. A French
Celt said that. He tapped his savingsbox against his

—I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest
boast. I paid my way.”

Mr. Deasy expounds on the power of money; Frank digresses.

Re: Joyce, Episode 73: Shy Haste

nov 02, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 73: Shy Haste

“—Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox
about in his hand. These are handy things to have. See.
This is for sovereigns. This is for shillings. Sixpences,
halfcrowns. And here crowns. See.
He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.
—Three twelve, he said. I think you’ll find that’s right.
—Thank you, sir, Stephen said, gathering the money
together with shy haste and putting it all in a pocket of his
—No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said. You have earned it.
Stephen’s hand, free again, went back to the hollow
shells. Symbols too of beauty and of power. A lump in my
pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery.
—Don’t carry it like that, Mr Deasy said. You’ll pull it
out somewhere and lose it. You just buy one of these
machines. You’ll find them very handy.
Answer something.”

Stephen is paid, meticulously.