U9.1: the quaker librarian
“T.W. Lyster, Director of the National Library of Ireland”,
original held at the National Library of Ireland, Collection Photos
“Urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred”
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U9.93: Jubainville's book
“I was showing him Jubainville's book.”
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U9.94: Lovesongs of Connacht
“I was showing him Jubainville's book. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, about Hyde's Lovelongs of Connacht. I couldn't bring him in to hear the discussion. He's gone to Gill's to buy it.”
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U9.274: Moore's
“Are you going? John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked. Shall we see you at Moore's tonight? Piper is coming.
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U9.322: Dana
“Synge has promised me an article for Dana too. Are we going to be read? I feel we are. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. I hope you will come round tonight. Bring Starkey. Stephen sat down.”
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U9.366: Ta an bad ar an tir.
“He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his defiance. His private papers in the original. Ta an bad ar an tir. Taim in mo shagart. Put beurla on it, littlejohn.”
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U9.733: life ran very high in those days
“Lovely! Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. I asked him what he thought of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard. He lifted his hands and said: All we can say is that life ran very high in those days. Lovely!”
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U9.967: Father Dineen
An attendant form the doorway called:
— Mr Lyster! Father Dineen wants ...
— O, Father Dineen! Directly.
Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.
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