Proteus [3]

U3.18: Sandymount strand

“Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Crush, crack, crick, crick. Wild sea money. Dominie Deasy kens them a'.”

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U3.133: Howth tram

“On the top of the Howth tram alone crying to the rain: Naked women! Naked women! What about that, eh?”

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U3.162: C'est le pigeon

From La Vie de Jésus by M. Léo Taxil (Paris, 1900), p. 20 | p. 17

“He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse.

— Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position?

— C'est le pigeon, Joseph.

Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar MacMahon. Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father's a bird, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. Lap, lapin. He hopes to win in the gros lots. About the nature of women he read in Michelet. But he must send me La Vie de Jésus by M. Léo Taxil. Lent it to his friend.”

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U3.167: La Vie de Jésus

“But he must send me La Vie de Jésus by M. Léo Taxil. Lent it to his friend.”

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U3.259: Saint Canice and Strongbow's castle on the Nore

Cathedral of St Canice

Strongbow's castle on the Nore

“I taught him to sing The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Know that old lay? I taught Patrice that. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the Nore. Goes like this. O, O. He takes me, Napper Tandy, by the hand.

                                                                                       O, O the boysof

                                                                                        Kilkenny ....

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U3.429 Leeson park

Mrs M'Guinness the pawnbroker is probably not the lady in question, as she was a northsider tempting poor Fr Conmee from his breviary at U10.61. The card is a curious find.

“She lives in Leeson park with a grief and kickshaws, a lady of letters.”