Dusk and the Light Behind Her
Post Sixteen
The latest edition of Blooms & Barnacles, Episode 84 was as ever informative and fun in equal measure. But preoccupied as Kelly and Dermot were with ecclesiastical witticisms - Iron Nails Ran In, the miracle of moving statues (I can’t help but think of that Derry Girls episode) and the assassination by the Invincibles of the Chief Secretary for Ireland, that they skirted over one of my favourite lines in the book.
Honestly I chuckle just to think of it. Its mildly sexist but that’s the least of this book’s issues.
This is the passage in question from Lotus Eaters as Bloom sits in church to pass some time and casually observes the proceedings:
“He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel an instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what to do to. Bald spot behind. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? No: I.H.S. Molly told me one time I asked her. I have sinned: or no: I have suffered, it is. And the other one? Iron nails ran in.
Meet one Sunday after the rosary. Do not deny my request. Turn up with a veil and black bag. Dusk and the light behind her. She might be here with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on the sly. Their character. That fellow that turned queen's evidence on the invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion every morning. This very church. Peter Carey. No, Peter Claver I am thinking of. Denis Carey. And just imagine that. Wife and six children at home. And plotting that murder all the time. Those crawthumpers, now that's a good name for them, there's always something shiftylooking about them. They're not straight men of business either. O, no, she's not here: the flower: no, no. By the way, did I tear up that envelope? Yes: under the bridge.”
It starts with him observing the priest’s back and pondering over the meaning of the embroidered letters IHS (it is in fact the Jesuit inscription the Humble Society of Jesus and not the more colloquial interpretations Bloom gives) and ends with his musing on James Carey (he can’t quite recall the name) who lived nearby and attended mass here while contemplating two sins; ratting on his mates (turned queen’s evidence) and murder.
I though am more interested in randy Mr.Bloom. When his mind turns to his clandestine pen pal Martha Clifford (he doubts this is her real name) who authors semi-pornographic letters and who wishes to meet him in church one Sunday after mass. Bloom surveys the women in the room, generally nuns and wonders if she might be one of them. Now, I have never tried Tinder (Mrs.R watches me like a hawk) and suspect all that swiping would confuse me but I expect one of its many occupational hazards to be that “the Date”, once revealed in her or his glorious reality doesn’t live up to the photo. Or in Bloom’s case, his imagination.
The line ‘Dusk and the light behind her’ is from the song “When I Good Friends was Called to the Bar” from the 1875 Gilbert & Sullivan operetta Trial by Jury. In a nutshell, the young barrister is struggling to get briefs when he is given some advice from an unscrupulous experienced lawyer who recalls his own big break many years before:
So I fell in love with a rich attorney's
Elderly, ugly daughter.
Chorus.
………The rich attorney, he jumped for joy,
And replied to my fond professions:
"You shall reap the reward of your pluck, my boy,
At the Bailey and Middlesex Sessions.
You'll soon get used to her looks," said he,
"And a very nice girl you'll find her!
She may very well pass for forty-three
In the dusk, with a light behind her!"
Oh Mr. Bloom! Naughty, cynical Mr.Bloom! He’s concerned to meet Martha Clifford because he suspects she’ll turn up veiled in poor light but when revealed will disappoint. As I said, a little sexist but pretty funny. Well, it tickles me anyway.
Kelly and Dermot of the B&B podcast revealed that they are soon leaving the US for Ireland and I do hope I shall have opportunity to hop over from London to meet them. I am though getting on in years so might try arriving at dusk with the light behind me.
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