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Out
.
I
hate
dirty
eaters
.
He
backed
towards
the
door
.
Get
a
light
snack
in
Davy
Byrne
’
s
.
Stopgap
.
Keep
me
going
.
Had
a
good
breakfast
.
—
Roast
and
mashed
here
.
—
Pint
of
stout
.
Every
fellow
for
his
own
,
tooth
and
nail
.
Gulp
.
Grub
.
Gulp
.
Gobstuff
.
He
came
out
into
clearer
air
and
turned
back
towards
Grafton
street
.
Eat
or
be
eaten
.
Kill
!
Kill
!
Suppose
that
communal
kitchen
years
to
come
perhaps
.
All
trotting
down
with
porringers
and
tommycans
to
be
filled
.
Devour
contents
in
the
street
.
John
Howard
Parnell
example
the
provost
of
Trinity
every
mother
’
s
son
don
’
t
talk
of
your
provosts
and
provost
of
Trinity
women
and
children
cabmen
priests
parsons
fieldmarshals
archbishops
.
From
Ailesbury
road
,
Clyde
road
,
artisans
’
dwellings
,
north
Dublin
union
,
lord
mayor
in
his
gingerbread
coach
,
old
queen
in
a
bathchair
.
My
plate
’
s
empty
.
After
you
with
our
incorporated
drinkingcup
.
Like
sir
Philip
Crampton
’
s
fountain
.
Rub
off
the
microbes
with
your
handkerchief
.
Next
chap
rubs
on
a
new
batch
with
his
.
Father
O
’
Flynn
would
make
hares
of
them
all
.
Have
rows
all
the
same
.
All
for
number
one
.
Children
fighting
for
the
scrapings
of
the
pot
.
Want
a
souppot
as
big
as
the
Phoenix
park
.
Harpooning
flitches
and
hindquarters
out
of
it
.
Hate
people
all
round
you
.
City
Arms
hotel
table
d
’
hôte
she
called
it
.
Soup
,
joint
and
sweet
.
Never
know
whose
thoughts
you
’
re
chewing
.
Then
who
’
d
wash
up
all
the
plates
and
forks
?
Might
be
all
feeding
on
tabloids
that
time
.
Teeth
getting
worse
and
worse
.
After
all
there
’
s
a
lot
in
that
vegetarian
fine
flavour
of
things
from
the
earth
garlic
of
course
it
stinks
after
Italian
organgrinders
crisp
of
onions
mushrooms
truffles
.
Pain
to
the
animal
too
.
Pluck
and
draw
fowl
.
Wretched
brutes
there
at
the
cattlemarket
waiting
for
the
poleaxe
to
split
their
skulls
open
.
Moo
.
Poor
trembling
calves
.
Meh
.
Staggering
bob
.
Bubble
and
squeak
.
Butchers
’
buckets
wobbly
lights
.
Give
us
that
brisket
off
the
hook
.
Plup
.
Rawhead
and
bloody
bones
.
Flayed
glasseyed
sheep
hung
from
their
haunches
,
sheepsnouts
bloodypapered
snivelling
nosejam
on
sawdust
.
Top
and
lashers
going
out
.
Don
’
t
maul
them
pieces
,
young
one
.
Hot
fresh
blood
they
prescribe
for
decline
.
Blood
always
needed
.
Insidious
.
Lick
it
up
smokinghot
,
thick
sugary
.
Famished
ghosts
.
