Patrick Mooney, TA
Eng 150, Prof. Duffy
6 November 2013
There has never been a document of culture, which is not simultaneously one of barbarism.
— Walter Benjamin,On the Concept of History,section VII, tr. Dennis Redmond
approx. seven pages,but the attentive amongst you will have noted that he spoke of it continually in lecture as an eight-page paper, and that the syllabus says that you must write a paper of
eight to ten pages.For the sake of being perfectly clear, I would like to take this opportunity to say that your paper must be eight full pages, because this is the formal requirement of the University for classes that satisfy the college writing requirement. Falling short of eight full pages — even if you only fall short by one line — will seriously hurt your grade on your paper.
Fifteen yesterday. Curious, fifteenth of the month too. Her first birthday away from home. Separation. Remember the summer morning she was born, running to knock up Mrs Thorton in Denzille street. Jolly old woman. Lot of babies she must have helped into the world. She knew from the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Well, God is good, sir. She knew at once. He would be eleven now if he had lived.(IV.415-20, p. 54)
He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and beard, gravely shaking. Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes. Strange feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance. Must have been that morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up. She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a touch, Poldy. God, I'm dying for it. How life begins.
Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside her. I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent. Learn German too.
—Are we late? Mr Power asked.
—Ten minutes, Martin Cunningham said, looking at his watch.
Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she's a dear girl. Soon to be a woman. Mullingar. Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes: a woman too. Life, life. (VI.72-90, pp. 73-74)
I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Twentyeight I was. She twentythree. When we left Lombard street west something changed. Could never like it again after Rudy. Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy? Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library.(VIII.608-613; p. 137)
We feel in England that we have treated you rather unfairly. It seems _______________ is to blame.(Answer:
history,I.649, p. 17)
Martha,V.257, p. 64; and
Henry Flower,V.62, p. 59.)
My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls.(I.40, p. 4) (Answer: a three-syllable metrical foot, accented-unaccented-unaccented.)
If a fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell. Can't blame them after all with the job they have especially the young hornies.(VIII.420-22, p. 133). (Answer: a
bridewellis a jail; a
horny,here, is a policeman.)