From a72c908826c7ab51ac5eaba9bac2717823c47b41 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Ronan Crowley Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2017 08:47:21 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] to for horses, per #10 The horse names are unmarked in u14 (per #18 and #10). Also caught a Raimeis at 12.1239. --- u12_cyclops.xml | 16 ++++++++-------- u14_oxen.xml | 8 ++++---- u15_circe.xml | 6 +++--- 3 files changed, 15 insertions(+), 15 deletions(-) diff --git a/u12_cyclops.xml b/u12_cyclops.xml index cc48661..ca40521 100755 --- a/u12_cyclops.xml +++ b/u12_cyclops.xml @@ -1217,16 +1217,16 @@ lost a bob and found a tanner. ―Gold cup, says he. ―Who won, Mr Lenehan? says Terry. -―Throwaway, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest +―Throwaway, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest nowhere. ―And Bass's mare? says Terry. ―Still running, says he. We're all in a cart. Boylan plunged two quid on my -tip Sceptre for himself and a lady friend. -―I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave +tip Sceptre for himself and a lady friend. +―I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. Lord Howard de Walden's. -―Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. Throwaway, +―Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. Throwaway, says he. Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. Frailty, thy name is -Sceptre.

+Sceptre.

So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard. @@ -1237,7 +1237,7 @@ sticking in an odd word. ―Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. -―Raimeis, says the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't +―Raimeis, says the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you know what that means. Where are our missing twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost tribes? And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole world! And our wool that was sold in @@ -1549,7 +1549,7 @@ ―I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers. ―Who? says I. ―Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on -Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. +Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. ―Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life? ―That's where he's gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to back @@ -1561,7 +1561,7 @@ ―There you are, says Terry.

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. So I just went round the back of the yard to pumpship and begob (hundred shillings to five) while I was -letting off my (Throwaway twenty to) letting off my load gob says I to +letting off my (Throwaway twenty to) letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings is five quid) and when they were in the (dark horse) pisser Burke was telling me diff --git a/u14_oxen.xml b/u14_oxen.xml index 79b4013..bf975de 100755 --- a/u14_oxen.xml +++ b/u14_oxen.xml @@ -1125,12 +1125,12 @@ face grew dark. All could see how hard it was for him to be reminded of his promise and of his recent loss. He would have withdrawn from the feast had not the noise of voices allayed the smart. Madden had lost five -drachmas on Sceptre for a whim of the rider's name: Lenehan as much +drachmas on Sceptre for a whim of the rider's name: Lenehan as much more. He told them of the race. The flag fell and, huuh! off, scamper, the mare ran out freshly with O. Madden up. She was leading the field. All hearts were beating. Even Phyllis could not contain herself. She waved her -scarf and cried: Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home -when all were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, +scarf and cried: Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home +when all were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. All was lost now. Phyllis was silent: her eyes were sad anemones. Juno, she cried, I am undone. But her lover consoled her and brought her a bright casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums @@ -1138,7 +1138,7 @@ Lenehan, is W. Lane. Four winners yesterday and three today. What rider is like him? Mount him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a hack canter is still his. But let us bear it as was the ancient wont. Mercy on -the luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh. She is not the filly that +the luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh. She is not the filly that she was. Never, by this hand, shall we behold such another. By gad, sir, a queen of them. Do you remember her, Vincent? I wish you could have seen my queen today, Vincent said. How young she was and radiant (Lalage diff --git a/u15_circe.xml b/u15_circe.xml index e5b1275..9857d91 100755 --- a/u15_circe.xml +++ b/u15_circe.xml @@ -2934,7 +2934,7 @@ Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quarters. Curse me for a fool that didn't buy that lot Craig and Gardner told me about. Just my infernal luck, curse it. And that -Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. (he quenches his cigar +Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. (he quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray?

Bloom

(goaded, buttocksmothered) O! O! Monsters! Cruel one!

 @@ -3380,7 +3380,7 @@ waiting waters.) The Dummymummy

Bbbbblllllblblblblobschb!

 -(Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the Erin's King +(Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards the land.) Councillor Nannetti @@ -4812,7 +4812,7 @@

Night, Mr Kelleher.

 Corny Kelleher

(to the watch, with drawling eye) That's all right. I know him. Won a bit -on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. (he laughs) Twenty to one. Do you +on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. (he laughs) Twenty to one. Do you follow me?

 First Watch

(turns to the crowd) Here, what are you all gaping at? Move on out of