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We’re down the pub. Excellent. What language exits the mouths of one-eyed “old ballocks” who prop up bars (280; 1)!

In Ulysses, after Dilly quizzes her Father Mr Dedalus, “Were you in the Scotch house now?”; he retorts, “You’re like the rest of them, are you? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died” (228).

Reading that line, I suddenly latched a character onto Simon Dedalus: The character in question being a school-friend’s Dad. One day this Dad returned from the pub to discover his daughter and I had been out with a couple of boys…

“Your acting like a bitch on heat,” was the feedback. Never has sex education been so concise. The man knew his subject. His greyhound, Ginny, regularly escaped from her field and ran the mile down to the local pub to meet her owner, as he came from his early shift on the ferry.

From the first line in this chapter of FW, it sounds like someone at the bar has already lost it.

1. Joyce James. Ulysses: The 1922 text.Oxford: Oxford World’s Classics, 2008.

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