Episode 11Sirens

"Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Coin rang. Clock clacked." (U11.15)

Boylan approaches the Ormond Hotel. A “jingle” is a two-wheeled horse-drawn carriage

Jingle. Bloo (U11.19)

Boylan’s and Bloom’s notes are juxtaposed as Boylan leaves the Ormond for 7 Eccles Street

Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now (U11.22)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mAPL0u-Rmg

Richie Goulding whistles a tenor air, “Tutto e sciolto (Italian: All is Lost), from Vincenzo Bellini’s (1801-35) opera La sonnambula (The Sleepwalker)

When first he saw. Alas! (U.11.24)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnQCD1_pj7w

Simon Dedalus is encouraged to sing “M’appari” from Flotow’s opera, Martha.

A moonlit nightcall: far: far (U11.31)

Simon Dedalus imitates the sounds of an Italian barcarole he once heard in Cork Harbor.

I feel so sad. P.S. So lonely blooming (U.11.32)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSqTWfhOAx0

Bloom adds a postscript to his letter to Martha Clifford, echoing Thomas Moore’s song “The Last Rose of Summer.” The song is used extensively in Flowtow’s Martha.

Pearls: when she. Liszt’s rhapsodies. Hisss (U.11.36)

Bloom meditates on Molly and “chamber music”. Franz Liszt (1811-86), a Hungarian pianist and composer, wrote a popular series of virtuoso pieces for piano called “Hungarian Rhapsodies.”

Black. Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do. (U.11.39)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QMx1lXgUKc

Ben Dollard is encouraged to sing as Cowley plays the opening chords of “The Croppy Boy”, a ballad about the Rebellion of 1798 by William B. McBurney. A “croppy” was a Wexford or Irish rebel in 1798

The fellow in the tall silk (U.11.70)

The honorable Gerald Ward, A.D.C. (aide de camp)

Moulang’s Pipes (U.11.86)

Daniel Moulang, jeweler and pipe importer, 31 Wellington Quay; the quay is on the south bank of the Liffey east of Grattan (formerly Essex) Bridge. Bloom is walking west toward Grattan Bridge, which he will cross, turning west again along Ormond Quay Upper toward the Ormond Hotel.

"By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their oils. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I.

Religion pays. Must see him for that par. Eat first. I want. Not yet. At four, she said. Time ever passing. Clockhands turning. On. Where eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On."

(U11.185)

Cantwell and M’Donald, wholesale wine and whiskey merchants and rectifying distillers, 12 Wellington Quay.

The Clarence, Dolphin. On. (U 11.189)

The Dolphin Hotel, restaurant and luncheon bar, 46-48 Essex Street (just off Wellington Quay to the south)

He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor (U.11.197)

A town in the Mourne Mountains on the shore of Carlingford Lough, an arm of the sea fifty-five miles north of Dublin.

By Jove, he mused, I often wanted to see the Mourne Mountains

(U.11.219)

On the Irish Sea in County Down, about fifty miles north of Dublin.

In Mooney’s en ville and in Mooney’s sur mer. (U.11.264)

Mooney’s sur mer (on the sea) was on the north quayside of the Liffey one short block south of the other Mooney’s; Gerald Mooney, wine and spirit merchant, 3 Eden Quay

Faraway mourning mountain eye (U.11.273)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwnlRFb3r0g

Suggests a Percy French (1854-1920) song, “The Mountains of Mourne,” in which the speaker, an Irish laborer in London, insists that for all the sights of the city, the painted city girls, etc., he prefers his Mary “where the Mountains o’ Mourne sweep down to the sea.”

Goodbye, Sweetheart, Goodbye (U.

11.320/322/327/344/396/402/425

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60M-i-heMOg

Merrion square style (U.11.493)

Merrion Square was a fashionable (and expensive) residential area. Holles Street, where the Blooms lived, is off Merrion Square, but it was a “mixed” street with tenements as well as lower-middle-class housing and a hospital

My Irish Molly, O (U.11.512-13)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOGRchbILos

A recurrent phrase in an anonymous Irish ballad, “Irish Molly O.” “A poor unhappy Scottish youth” is brokenhearted because Molly’s father has forbidden her to “wed a foreigner.”

By Bachelor’s walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan (U.11.524)

The northern quayside of the Liffey east of Ormond Quay Upper and Lower.

Ah sure, my dancing days are done (U.11.599)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFUTHcjiZGo

From the third verse of the song “Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye”: “Where are the legs with which you run/When you went to carry a gun?/Indeed your dancing days are done!/Faith, Johnny, I hardly knew ye.”

Elvery’s elephant (U.11.606)

Elvery’s Elephant House, John W. Elvery & Co., waterproof and gutta-percha manufacturers, 46-47 Sackville (now O’Connell) Street Lower (north of Lemon’s)

He heard Joe Maas sing that one night (U.11.610-611)

Joseph Maas (1847-86) a famous English tenor (lyric rather than dynamic) who began his career as a choirboy and who starred in the German impresario Carl Rosa’s (1842-89) opera company. Rosa’s company was noted for its presentations of English versions of foreign operas.

Ah, what M’Guckin! Yes. In his way. (U.11.611)

Barton M’Guckin (1852-1913), an Irish tenor who also began his career as a choirboy and also sang in Rosa’s company.

Sings too: Down among the dead men. Appropriate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFnMJGkZ9O4

Anonymous English song

Vartry Water (U.11.619)

Dublin’s public water supply was created by diverting the River Vartry into a large reservoir, the Vartry or Roundwood Reservoir, eighteen miles south of Dublin.

In the gods of the old Royal with little Peake. And when the first

note. (U.11.623-624)

In other words, in the cheapest balcony seats. The old Royal Theatre in Hawkins Street was destroyed by fire in 1880, when Bloom was fourteen years old; it was replaced by a new Theatre Royal in 1884.

Echo. How sweet the answer (U.11.634-35)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBM0rp-L92U

After Thomas Moore’s “Echo,” in Irish Melodies: How sweet the answer Echo makes/To music at night,/ When roused by lute or horn, she wakes, / And far away, o’er lawns and lakes, / Goes answering light. //

I shall endeavour to sing to you of a heart bowed down. (U.11.658.59)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63kbjiKoX6w

“The Heart Bowed Down” is a song in Act II of Michael William Balfe’s (1808-70) opera The Bohemian Girl (1843): “The heart bowed down by weight of woe/ To weakest hopes will cling/ To thought and impulse while they flow/ That can no comfort bring

Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. (U.11.699-700)

Jenny Lind (1820-87) was a Swedish soprano whose abilities as a singer together with her personal qualities and generosity made her one of the most popular of nineteenth-century performers.

Why the barber in Drago’s always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass.

(U.11.721-22)

Adolphe Drago, hairdresser and wigmaker, 36 Henry Street and 17 Dawson Street, Dublin

Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores

shedolores. (U.11.733-34)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fV4PAecdy0g

A song with words by G. Clifton Bingham, music by Henry Trotere (Trotter): “Long years ago in old Madrid/ Where softly sighs of love the light guitar/ Two sparkling eyes of a lattice hid/ Two eyes as darkly bright as love’s own star

The Rotunda, Rutland square (U.11.765)

At the top of Sackville (now O’Connell) Street, the Rotunda on Rutland (now Parnell) Square is an eighteenth-century building that housed a maternity hospital and a series of public rooms available for concerts, meetings, and exhibitions.

Jingle into Dorset Street (U.11.812)

Boylan has continued from Sackville (now O’Connell) Street through its northwesterly extensions, Rutland (now Parnell) Square East and Frederick Street North, to Dorset Street Upper where he turns northeast, one short block from the east end of Eccles Street.

Queenstown harbor full of Italian ships (U.11.851)

Queenstown is now Cobh, the seaport of Cork, on the south coast of Ireland the harbor is called either Cobh Harbor or Cork Harbor

Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Postoffice lower down. (U.11.909)

Town Sub-Post Office, Money Order and Savings Bank Office, 34 Ormond Quay Upper; west of the Ormond Hotel and just east of where Bloom would turn north toward Barney Kiernan’s.

Enough. Barney Kiernan’s I promised to meet them. (U.11.910)

Bernard Kiernan & Co., wholesale tea and spirit merchants, wine and brandy shippers, 8-10 Little Britain Street.

My wife and your wife (U.11.972)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFl3lbR4py8

From the American folksong “The Grey Goose.” The song begins: “It was one Sunday mornin’/ Lawd, Lawd, Lawd/ The preacher went a-huntin’”

Remind me of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hbeOypgT90

A song (1823), words by John Howard Payne, music by Henry Rowley Bishop: “Mid pleasures and palaces though I may roam/ Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home/ A charm from the sky seems to hallow there”

What Spinoza says in that book of poor papa’s (U.11.1058)

Baruch Spinoza (1632-77) was a famous Dutch-Jewish philosopher. On Bloom’s bookshelf is Thoughts from Spinoza. Molly recalls the incident and Bloom “talking about Spinoza and his soul that’s dead I suppose millions of years ago.”