PatrickDignam
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As the glossy horses prance by Merrion square I, waiting, see salutes being given to the gent with the topper
8:05 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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Never see him again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be a good son to ma.
8:03 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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and he looked butty and short in his shirt.
8:03 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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The last night pa was boosed he was standing on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for to boose more
8:03 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling the men how to get it round the bend. A big coffin it was.
8:03 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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The scrunch that was when they were screwing the screws into the coffin: and the bumps when they were bringing it downstairs.
8:03 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a fly walking over it up to his eye.
8:03 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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Uncle Barney said he'd get it into the paper tonight. Then they'll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa's name.
8:02 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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I'm not going tomorrow either, stay away till Monday. I meet other schoolboys. Do they notice I'm in mourning?
8:02 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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The blooming stud is too small for the buttonhole of the shirt, blooming end to it. I meet schoolboys with satchels.
8:00 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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No Sandymount tram. I walk along Nassau street, shifting the porksteaks to my other hand. My collar springs up again and I tug it down.
8:00 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of him, dodging and all.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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The best pucker going for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow would knock you into the middle of next week, man.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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One of them mots that do be in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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I turn to the right and on my right Master Dignam turns. Buttoning my collar down, I see the image of Marie Kendall, beside the two puckers.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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Master Dignam on my left turns as I turn. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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Myler Keogh, Dublin's pet lamb, will meet sergeant major Bennett, the Portobello bruiser, for a purse of fifty sovereigns.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gape silently.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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The window of Madame Doyle, stops me. I stand looking in at the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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and they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing.
7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010
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