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His temperament might be said to be just at the point of maturity.
doze
doze it
There were so many different moods and impressions that he wished to express in verse.
it
it was
He felt them within him.
was
was always
He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet’s soul.
always
always i
Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy.
i
i who
If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.
who
who emptied
He would never be popular: he saw that.
emptied
emptied the
He could not sway the crowd but he might appeal to a little circle of kindred minds.
the
the packet
The English critics, perhaps, would recognise him as one of the Celtic school by reason of the melancholy tone of his poems; besides that, he would put in allusions.
packet
packet into
He began to invent sentences and phrases from the notice which his book would get.
into
into his
“Mr Chandler has the gift of easy and graceful verse.” ... “A wistful sadness pervades these poems.” ... “The Celtic note.” It was a pity his name was not more Irish-looking.
his
his black
Perhaps it would be better to insert his mother’s name before the surname: Thomas Malone Chandler, or better still: T. Malone Chandler.
black
black for
He would speak to Gallaher about it.
for
for his
He pursued his revery so ardently that he passed his street and had to turn back.
his
his hands
As he came near Corless’s his former agitation began to overmaster him and he halted before the door in indecision.
hands
hands trembled
Finally he opened the door and entered.
trembled
trembled too
The light and noise of the bar held him at the doorways for a few moments.
too
too much
He looked about him, but his sight was confused by the shining of many red and green wine-glasses.
much
much to
The bar seemed to him to be full of people and he felt that the people were observing him curiously.
to
to allow
He glanced quickly to right and left (frowning slightly to make his errand appear serious), but when his sight cleared a little he saw that nobody had turned to look at him: and there, sure enough, was Ignatius Gallaher leaning with his back against the counter and his feet planted far apart.
allow
allow him
“Hallo, Tommy, old hero, here you are!
him
him to
What is it to be?
to
to do
What will you have?
do
do this
I’m taking whisky: better stuff than we get across the water.
this
this without
Soda?
without
without spilling
Lithia?
spilling
spilling half
No mineral?
half
half the
I’m the same.
the
the snuff
Spoils the flavour....
snuff
snuff about
Here, garçon, bring us two halves of malt whisky, like a good fellow.... Well, and how have you been pulling along since I saw you last?
about
about the
Dear God, how old we’re getting!
the
the floor
Do you see any signs of aging in me—eh, what?
floor
floor even
A little grey and thin on the top—what?” Ignatius Gallaher took off his hat and displayed a large closely cropped head.
even
even as
His face was heavy, pale and clean-shaven.
as
as he
His eyes, which were of bluish slate-colour, relieved his unhealthy pallor and shone out plainly above the vivid orange tie he wore.
he
he raised
Between these rival features the lips appeared very long and shapeless and colourless.
raised
raised his
He bent his head and felt with two sympathetic fingers the thin hair at the crown.
his
his large
Little Chandler shook his head as a denial.
large
large trembling
Ignatius Galaher put on his hat again.
trembling
trembling hand
“It pulls you down,” he said.
hand
hand to
“Press life.
to
to his
Always hurry and scurry, looking for copy and sometimes not finding it: and then, always to have something new in your stuff.
his
his nose
Damn proofs and printers, I say, for a few days.
nose
nose little
I’m deuced glad, I can tell you, to get back to the old country.
little
little clouds
Does a fellow good, a bit of a holiday.
clouds
clouds of
I feel a ton better since I landed again in dear dirty Dublin....
of
of smoke
Here you are, Tommy.
smoke
smoke dribbled
Water?
dribbled
dribbled through
Say when.” Little Chandler allowed his whisky to be very much diluted.
through
through his
“You don’t know what’s good for you, my boy,” said Ignatius Gallaher.
his
his fingers
“I drink mine neat.” “I drink very little as a rule,” said Little Chandler modestly.
fingers
fingers over
“An odd half-one or so when I meet any of the old crowd: that’s all.” “Ah, well,” said Ignatius Gallaher, cheerfully, “here’s to us and to old times and old acquaintance.” They clinked glasses and drank the toast.
over
over the
“I met some of the old gang today,” said Ignatius Gallaher.
the
the front
“O’Hara seems to be in a bad way.
front
front of
What’s he doing?” “Nothing,” said Little Chandler.
of
of his
“He’s gone to the dogs.” “But Hogan has a good sit, hasn’t he?” “Yes; he’s in the Land Commission.” “I met him one night in London and he seemed to be very flush.... Poor O’Hara!
his
his coat
Boose, I suppose?” “Other things, too,” said Little Chandler shortly.
coat
coat it
Ignatius Gallaher laughed.
it
it may
“Tommy,” he said, “I see you haven’t changed an atom.
may
may have
You’re the very same serious person that used to lecture me on Sunday mornings when I had a sore head and a fur on my tongue.
have
have been
You’d want to knock about a bit in the world.
been
been these
Have you never been anywhere even for a trip?” “I’ve been to the Isle of Man,” said Little Chandler.
these
these constant
Ignatius Gallaher laughed.
constant
constant showers
“The Isle of Man!” he said.
showers
showers of
“Go to London or Paris: Paris, for choice.
of
of snuff
That’d do you good.” “Have you seen Paris?” “I should think I have!
snuff
snuff which
I’ve knocked about there a little.” “And is it really so beautiful as they say?” asked Little Chandler.
which
which gave
He sipped a little of his drink while Ignatius Gallaher finished his boldly.
gave
gave his
“Beautiful?” said Ignatius Gallaher, pausing on the word and on the flavour of his drink.
his
his ancient
“It’s not so beautiful, you know.
ancient
ancient priestly
Of course, it is beautiful....
priestly
priestly garments
But it’s the life of Paris; that’s the thing.
garments
garments their
Ah, there’s no city like Paris for gaiety, movement, excitement....” Little Chandler finished his whisky and, after some trouble, succeeded in catching the barman’s eye.
their
their green
He ordered the same again.
green
green faded
“I’ve been to the Moulin Rouge,” Ignatius Gallaher continued when the barman had removed their glasses, “and I’ve been to all the Bohemian cafés.
faded
faded look
Hot stuff!
look
look for
Not for a pious chap like you, Tommy.” Little Chandler said nothing until the barman returned with two glasses: then he touched his friend’s glass lightly and reciprocated the former toast.
for
for the
He was beginning to feel somewhat disillusioned.
the
the red
Gallaher’s accent and way of expressing himself did not please him.
red
red handkerchief
There was something vulgar in his friend which he had not observed before.
handkerchief
handkerchief blackened
But perhaps it was only the result of living in London amid the bustle and competition of the Press.
blackened
blackened as
The old personal charm was still there under this new gaudy manner.
as
as it
And, after all, Gallaher had lived, he had seen the world.
it
it always
Little Chandler looked at his friend enviously.
always
always was
“Everything in Paris is gay,” said Ignatius Gallaher.
was
was with
“They believe in enjoying life—and don’t you think they’re right?
with
with the
If you want to enjoy yourself properly you must go to Paris.
the
the of
And, mind you, they’ve a great feeling for the Irish there.
of
of a
When they heard I was from Ireland they were ready to eat me, man.” Little Chandler took four or five sips from his glass.
a
a week
“Tell me,” he said, “is it true that Paris is so ... immoral as they say?” Ignatius Gallaher made a catholic gesture with his right arm.
week
week with
“Every place is immoral,” he said.
with
with which
“Of course you do find spicy bits in Paris.
which
which he
Go to one of the students’ balls, for instance.
he
he tried
That’s lively, if you like, when the cocottes begin to let themselves loose.
tried
tried to
You know what they are, I suppose?” “I’ve heard of them,” said Little Chandler.
to
to brush
Ignatius Gallaher drank off his whisky and shook his head.
brush
brush away
“Ah,” he said, “you may say what you like.
away
away the
There’s no woman like the Parisienne—for style, for go.” “Then it is an immoral city,” said Little Chandler, with timid insistence—“I mean, compared with London or Dublin?” “London!” said Ignatius Gallaher.
the
the fallen
“It’s six of one and half-a-dozen of the other.
fallen
fallen grains
You ask Hogan, my boy.
grains
grains was