Re: Joyce, Episode 90: Time for a Change

feb 29, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 90: Time for a Change

“Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes.
Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that
rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs.”

The beginning of chapter 3, Proteus. Stephen’s stream of consciousness takes over as he walks along the beach.

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Re: Joyce, Episode 89: Bye Bye Nestor

feb 22, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 89: Bye Bye Nestor

“—Mr Dedalus!
Running after me. No more letters, I hope.
—Just one moment.
—Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.
Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his
breath.
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—I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the
honour of being the only country which never persecuted
the jews. Do you know that? No. And do you know
why?
He frowned sternly on the bright air.
—Why, sir? Stephen asked, beginning to smile.
—Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said
solemnly.
A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging
after it a rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly,
coughing, laughing, his lifted arms waving to the air.
—She never let them in, he cried again through his
laughter as he stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of
the path. That’s why.
On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of
leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.”

End of Chapter 2: Nestor. A brief summary.

Re: Joyce, Episode 88: Befriending Bullocks

feb 15, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 88: Befriending Bullocks

“Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.
—Well, sir, he began …
—I foresee, Mr Deasy said, that you will not remain
here very long at this work. You were not born to be a
teacher, I think. Perhaps I am wrong.
—A learner rather, Stephen said.
And here what will you learn more?
Mr Deasy shook his head.
—Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble.
But life is the great teacher.
Stephen rustled the sheets again.
—As regards these, he began.
—Yes, Mr Deasy said. You have two copies there. If
you can have them published at once.
Telegraph. Irish Homestead.
—I will try, Stephen said, and let you know tomorrow.
I know two editors slightly.
—That will do, Mr Deasy said briskly. I wrote last
night to Mr Field, M.P. There is a meeting of the

cattletraders’ association today at the City Arms hotel. I
asked him to lay my letter before the meeting. You see if
you can get it into your two papers. What are they?
—The Evening Telegraph …
—That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to
lose. Now I have to answer that letter from my cousin.
—Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets
in his pocket. Thank you.
—Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers
on his desk. I like to break a lance with you, old as I am.
—Good morning, sir, Stephen said again, bowing to
his bent back.
He went out by the open porch and down the gravel
path under the trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack
of sticks from the playfield. The lions couchant on the
pillars as he passed out through the gate: toothless terrors.
Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub me a
new name: the bullockbefriending bard.”

Stephen finally pries himself away from Mr. Deasy, and a recurring theme is introduced.

Re: Joyce, Episode 87: Women and Slogans

feb 08, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 87: Women and Slogans

“Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings
of his nose tweaked between his fingers. Looking up again
he set them free.
—I am happier than you are, he said. We have
committed many errors and many sins. A woman brought
sin into the world. For a woman who was no better than
she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten
years the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first
brought the strangers to our shore here, MacMurrough’s
wife and her leman, O’Rourke, prince of Breffni. A
woman too brought Parnell low. Many errors, many

failures but not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the
end of my days. But I will fight for the right till the end.
For Ulster will fight
And Ulster will be right.

Mr. Deasy’s litany of women who ruined things for everybody.

Re: Joyce, Episode 86: History’s Nightmare

feb 01, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 86: History’s Nightmare

“—Who has not? Stephen said.
—What do you mean? Mr Deasy asked.
He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His
underjaw fell sideways open uncertainly. Is this old
wisdom? He waits to hear from me.
—History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I
am trying to awake.

From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring
whistle: goal. What if that nightmare gave you a back
kick?
—The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy
said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the
manifestation of God.
Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
—That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
—What? Mr Deasy asked.
—A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging
his shoulders.”

Joyce the symbolist. History may or may not be moving towards God.