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Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion, which he very badly needed. His (Stephen's) mind was not exactly what you would call wandering but a bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom, in view of the hour it was and there being no pumps of Vartry water available for their ablutions, let alone drinking purposes, hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the reel, the propriety of the cabman's shelter, as it was called, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt Bridge where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a milk and soda or a mineral. But how to get there was the rub. ... (569)
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Accordingly, after a few such preliminaries, ... they walked along Beaver
street,  or,
more properly, lane, as far as the farrier's and the distinctly fetid atmosphere
of the livery stables at the corner of Montgomery street where they
made tracks to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street round
by the corner of Dan Bergin's. (569) |
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Above: looking down Beaver Street towards Montgomery Street. |
Above right: looking left down Montgomery Street from the corner of Beaver. The building at the end on the right used to be Dan Bergin's pub, and the street off to the right from there is Amiens Street, which will lead us back past the station. | |||
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as he confidently anticipated, there was not a sign of a Jehu plying for
hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some
fellows inside on a spree, outside the North Star hotel and there
was no symptom of its budging a quarter of an inch when Mr Bloom, who was
anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting
a kind of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his head, twice. This was a quandary but, bringing commonsense to bear on it, evidently there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter and foot it which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullet's and the Signal House, which they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the direction of Amiens Street railway terminus ... (569-70) |
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The North Star Hotel, as seen (left), looking down Amiens Street from just under the railway arch; and (right) from just outside the Amiens Street Station. | The Signal House is now Cleary's, just before the railway bridge. Mullet's is right next door to the former Dan Bergin's in Amiens Street. | ||
| They passed the main entrance of the Great Northern railway station, the starting point for Belfast, where of course all traffic was suspended at that late hour, and passing the back door of the morgue (a not very enticing locality, not to say gruesome to a degree, more especially at night), ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in due course turned into Store Street ... (570) | ||||
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morgue is still standing: click on the photo for the larger version, and
you will clearly see the inscription on the brown building. The Dock Tavern
is now the Master Mariner's. Store Street is off to the left behind the
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The cabman's shelter is no longer standing. It would have been about here, under the railway and by the side of the Custom House. In its place, there is now a statue of James Connolly, the hero of the Easter rebellion of 1916. | ||
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Looking up Gardiner Street from Beresford Place. Bloom and Stephen will walk up here on their way back to Eccles Street. |
So
they passed on to talking about music, a form of art for which Bloom,
as a pure amateur, possessed the greatest love, as they made tracks arm-in-arm
across Beresford Place. (614) Side by side Bloom ... with Stephen passed through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, stepping over a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner Street lower ... The driver never said a word, good, bad or indifferent. He merely watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked car, both black-- one full, one lean-- walk towards the railway bridge, to be married by Father Maher. As they walked, they at times stopped and walked again, continuing their tête-à-tête (which of course he was utterly out of), about sirens, enemies of man's reason, mingled with a number of other topics of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind while the man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the sleeper car who in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his seat near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked after their lowbacked car. (618) |
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When first I saw sweet Peggy, As she sat in her low-back'd car, ... As we drive in her low-back'd
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