James Joyce

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Sunday, December 21, 2008

Nollaig Shona

Muleteer tidings, jimmy jig-jigging lowly washbowl sopped soapy with lemony scented things, lower the drownbridge, easy now, now easy now. 15 Ushers Island roiling past the Millstream from the river Camac to the channels discharge into the sop soppiness of the Liffey, the confluence thereafter known as Ushers Pill, thereafter skip-skipping under the Arland Ussher bridge at Bridgefoot Street, which branches Ushers Island/Quay across crossing Bridgefoot where the Dominican friars cook potstickers in the rector’s kitchen, St. Saviour's rectory pie said to cure whooping and jimmyleg, the Pim family, P.J. Fagan recorded as owner and M. Smith and Son as tenants of the Pim hostelry, tenet to Smith, holder of the papers and writ, in the year of our hoard 1890, the house home to James Joyce's great-aunts, Mrs. Lyons and Mrs. Callanan and her daughter Mary Ellen, whereupon members of the Joyce family, as they became old enough, went each Christmas to No. 15 where Joyce's father (John) carved the goose and made a speech in honor of Misses Morkin, who in turn made a speech in honor of Stephen Hero’s Christmastime Christmas party, held each year at 15 Usher's Island, also known as Misses Flynn's school. Rajasthan Lamba met Richie Goulding, Reggie Wylie, Gertie MacDowell and Mrs. Mastiansky at the Ormund Hotel on a snowy winter solstice day. Rajasthan Lamba claimed to know the whereabouts of the missing whore’s glove, and assembling those who shared an interest in whoring and gloves, Reggie Wylie being particularly fond of women’s haberdashery, was going to divulge its locality. Mrs. Mastiansky, known for her gruffness and evangelic face, said ‘…where is it, where’s the damn glove...?

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