James Joyce's Ulysses: A Photo Tour of Dublin

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8. Lestrygonians

9. Scylla and Charybdis

10. Wandering Rocks

11. Sirens

12. Cyclops

13. Nausicaa

14. Oxen of the Sun

15. Circe

16. Eumaeus

17. Ithaca

18. Penelope

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James Joyce's Ulysses: A Dublin Tour
8. Lestrygonians

Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A sugarsticky girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat. Bad for their tummies. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne, sucking red jujubes white. (144)

Lemon and Company is no longer operating, but the sign, "[Th]e Confectioners Hall" is still on the building at 49 O'Connell Street between the Liffey and the General Post Office...

From Butler's monument corner house he glanced along Bachelor's walk. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Must be selling off some old furniture. Knew her eyes at once from the father. Lobbing about waiting for him. Home always breaks up when the mother goes. ...
Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks too. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. It's after they feel it. Proof of the pudding. Undermines the constitution. (145)

Bachelor's Walk runs beside the Liffey, just before the O'Connell Street Bridge. Bloom must have seen Dilly Dedalus here when he went to Dillon's auction rooms in the previous chapter, "Aeolus", looking for Daniel Keyes; she will still be there a couple of hours later, in "Wandering Rocks".

Scene: The Lunch

Hour: 1 pm

Organ: Esophagus

Art: Architecture

Colour: --

Symbol: Constables

Technic: Peristaltic

Correspondences:

Antiphates: Hunger

The Decoy: Food

Lestrygonians: Teeth

O'Connell Bridge, as Bloom sees it: crossing on the upstream side, heading south. (The Ballast Office stood where the white building is on the very right of the picture.)

O'Connell Bridge seen from downstream.

As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the parapet. Brewery barge with export stout. England. Sea air sours it, I heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter, wonderful. Rats get in too. Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on the porter. Drink till they puke again like christians. Imagine drinking that! Rats: vats. Well of course if we knew all the things.
Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quay walls, gulls. (145)

	Time ball on the ballast office is down. Dunsink time. Fascinating little book that is of Sir Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never exactly understood. There's a priest. Could ask him. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax. Met him pike hoses she called it till I told her about the transmigration. O rocks! Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballast office. (147)		The site of the old Ballast Office, on the south side of the Liffey.

	Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Their little frolic after meals. Who will we do it on? I pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here's good luck. Must be thrilling from the air. (154)		Britain dissolved the Irish Parliament in 1800, by the Act of Union which declared Ireland part of the United Kingdom. The building is now the Bank of Ireland.

He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to put him up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. (155)

The urinal is no longer standing.

His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. (156)

Trinity College Dublin.

Bloom doesn't go in, but we can, briefly:

	Provost's house. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Well tinned in there. Wouldn't live in it if they paid me. (157)			Contrary to Bloom's view of it, the Provost's House at Trinity is one of the splendours of Dublin architecture, an eighteenth-century building still inhabited by the incumbent Provost of the college.

	Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Muslin prints, silk, dames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the baking causeway. (160)		Grafton Street is still the main (and most expensive) shopping street in Dublin.
	He passed, dallying the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy china silks. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. ... Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings.... High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman, home and houses, silk webs, silver, rich fruits, spicy from Jaffa. Agendath Netaim. Wealth of the world. A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore. (160)

	He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once. (163)
		Davy Byrne's is still in business in Duke Street, just off Grafton Street. As the photo at the right shows, it does a roaring trade on Bloomsdays.
	Perhaps less surprisingly, the Burton restaurant just down the street, where Bloom was so disgusted, closed its doors a long time ago.

	A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No tram in sight. Wants to cross. --Do you want to cross? Mr Bloom asked. The blind stripling did not answer. His wall face frowned weakly. He moved his head uncertainly. --You're in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is opposite. (172)			Molesworth Street leads directly to Kildare Street, on which are the National Library and the National Museum. You can see Leinster House at the end of the street--the seat of the Irish Parliament. The Library is to the left of Leinster House, down Kildare Street; the Museum is to the right.

	Mr Bloom came to Kildare street. First I must. Library. Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is. His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved to the right. (174)
	Looking down Kildare Street from the corner of Molesworth Street, in the direction Bloom first turns. The National Library is ahead.			Looking up Kildare Street in the other direction, to the Museum, where Bloom swerves once he sees Boylan coming towards him. Sadly, the statues in which Bloom is so interested are now gone.

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