The Jesuit Strain

[David Morris]

>From: Terrance <lycidas2 at earthlink.net>
>At 439 it appears that Mason is willing to pull off the jackass costume and 
>play another role, if only briefly. That is, the text circle back to an old 
>issue--Dixon reminding MR. Mason that he is "not a fucking Jesuit."

>From the first Chapter of Ulysses:

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'"You wouldn't kneel down to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she 
asked you. Why? Because you have the cursed jesuit strain in you, only it's 
injected the wrong way."'

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"In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its loose 
graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath bent over 
him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes.

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me 
alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured 
face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their 
knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum 
turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat."




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