Favourite Metaphors
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—Mr Dedalus!
Running after me. No more letters, I hope.
—Just one moment.
—Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.
Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
—I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour of being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know that? No. And do you know why?
He frowned sternly on the bright air.
—Why, sir? Stephen asked, beginning to smile.
—Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.
A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his lifted arms waving to the air.
—She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That’s why.
On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.
That last sentence,
>you will never be as smooth and handsome as Joyce
big boss?
>you will never shag his daughter
>>7353475
thank god, she looks like that boston marathon terrorist.
> dancing coins
>>7353475
>yes I will
>>7353481
Do you have prosognosia?
>>7353838
i guess you meant prosopagnosia.
>>7353838Prosopagnosia. :')
>>7353454
>the sun flung spangles, dancing coins
What does that even mean?
>>7353881
The image of it. Never seen coins fall and tumble, spin and throw sparkles around?
>>7353454
so it's a reference to how the jews hoard money?
