— 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.
— Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge.
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U2.201: Stuart coins
U2.203: and apostle spoon
“On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins, base treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to all the gentiles: world without end.”
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U2.285: The Rocky Road to Dublin
Lal the ral the raThe rocky road to Dublin.
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U2.326 | 16.965: Galway harbour
“Liverpool ring which jockeyed the Galway harbour scheme.”
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Mr Deasy's school (two period photographs)
Mr Deasy's school (two period photographs)
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| Note written on back: “part of the garden, Summerfield, Dalkey 1893” |
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