“Gate. Safe!”

William Walsh & Ulysses by James Joyce (1922)

The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate: toothless terrors. Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Quite safe. Walk along a strand, strange land, come to a city gate, sentry there, old ranker too, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a long kind of a spear. The lane is safer. Safe in the arms of kingdom come. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like a cod in a pot. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as a gate.  Hire some old crock, safety. I can't make out why the corporation doesn't run a tramline from the parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. Run the line out to the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage and all. Mourners came out through the gates: woman and a girl. The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. The gates glimmered in front: still open. They walked on towards the gates. The gate was open. B is parkgate. K is Knockmaroon gate. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. Safer to eat from his three hands. Brighton, Margate. Sure to know someone on the gate. Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. He's a safe man, I'd say. Safe in a minute. Just at the gate. Gate. Safe! You know Manningham's story of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her bed after she had seen him in Richard III and how Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the cow by the horns and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate, answered from the capon's blankets: William the conqueror came before Richard III. A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by the gateway, under portcullis barbs. The lychgate of a field showed Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with ample underleaves. In vain he trotted, signaling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates. The gates of the drive opened wide to give egress to the viceregal cavalcade. The viceregal cavalcade passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out of Parkgate. From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street, past Shackleton's offices. The youngster will be all right, Martin Cunningham said, as they passed out of the Castleyard gate. The empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate. The cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the cavalcade. On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the salute of two small schoolboys at the garden gate of the house said to have been admired by the late queen when visiting the Irish capital with her husband, the prince consort, in 1849 and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a closing door. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low. A torrential rain poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the bared heads of the assembled multitude which numbered at the lowest computation five hundred thousand persons. Big strong men, officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage.  He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court. Picture of a butting match, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. Safe in one way. In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid. But, gracious heaven, was I left with but a crust in my wallet and a cupful of water from the well, my God, I would accept of them and find it in my heart to kneel down upon the ground and give thanks to the powers above for the happiness vouchsafed me by the Giver of good things. Remember, Erin, thy generations and thy days of old, how thou settedst little by me and by my word and broughtedst in a stranger to my gates to commit fornication in my sight and to wax fat and kick like Jeshurum. This tenebrosity of the interior, he proceeded to say, hath not been illumined by the wit of the Septuagint nor so much as mentioned for the Orient from on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was foraneous. Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. We're safe. Your honour, when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety pin. Followed by the whining dog he walks on towards hellsgates. Girls of the Prison Gate Mission, joining hands, caper round in the opposite direction. THE PRISON GATE GIRLS Open your gates and sing Hosanna... Safe arrival of Antichrist. I only want to correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot. You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M. P., signor Laci Daremo, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the liftboy, Henri Fleury of Gordon Bennett fame, Sheridan, the quadroon Croesus, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton. Safe home to Dolly. Safe home! A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner only to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens of the genus homo already there engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity. Another thing just struck him as a by no means bad notion was he might have a gaze around on the spot to see about trying to make arrangements about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, beautiful Bournemouth, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which might prove highly remunerative. Not a vestige of truth in it, I can safely say. But as for that the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in one another, could safely afford to ignore it as they very largely did till the matter was put in the hands of a solicitor who filed a petition for the party wronged in due course. At all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent, a cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a pillow at least he would be in safe hands and as warm as a toast on a trivet he failed to perceive any very vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no rumpus of any sort was kicked up. He also yielded to none in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritable sensation, he might safely say, greatly adding to her other laureis and putting the others totally in the shade, in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street, the sacred edifice being thronged to the doors to hear her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. its secrecy in springs and latent humidity, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the well by the hole in the wall at Ashtown gate, saturation of air, distillation of dew Certain possible inventions of which he had cogitated when reclining in a state of supine repletion to aid digestion, stimulated by his appreciation of the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for example, the aeronautic parachute, the reflecting telescope, the spiral corkscrew, the safety pin, the mineral water siphon, the canal lock with winch and sluice, the suction pump. By Stephen: suil, suil, suil arun, suil go siocair agus suil go cuin (walk, walk, walk your way, walk in safety, walk with care). A rabbitry and fowlrun, a dovecote, a botanical conservatory, 2 hammocks (lady's and gentleman's), a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnum or lilac trees, an exotically harmonically accorded Japanese tinkle gatebell affixed to left lateral gatepost, a capacious waterbutt, a lawnmower with side delivery and grassbox, a lawnsprinkler with hydraulic hose. (with mosque of Omar and gate of Damascus, goal of aspiration) Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D. D. London, printed for R. Knaplock at the Bifhop's Head, MDCCXI, with dedicatory epiftle to his worthy friend Charles Cox, efquire, Member of Parliament for the burgh of Southwark and having ink calligraphed statement on the flyleaf certifying that the book was the property of Michael Gallagher, dated this 10th day of May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should find it, if the book should be loft or go aftray, to reftore it to Michael Gallagher, carpenter, Dufery Gate, Ennifcorthy, county Wicklow, the finest place in the world. A pair of new inodorous halfsilk black ladies' hose, a pair of new violet garters, a pair of outsize ladies' drawers of India mull, cut on generous lines, redolent of opoponax, jessamine and Muratti's Turkish cigarettes and containing a long bright steel safety pin, folded curvilinear, a camisole of batiste with thin lace border, an accordion underskirt of blue silk moirette, all these objects being disposed irregularly on the top of a rectangular trunk, quadruple battened, having capped corners, with multicoloured labels, initialled on its fore side in white lettering B. C. T. (Brian Cooper Tweedy).  … and the warden marching with his keys to lock the gates … Id like to meet a man like that God not those other ruck besides hes young those fine young men I could see down in Margate strand bathingplace from the side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a God or something and then plunging into the sea … I was thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up in a gate somewhere…