Back after a week of vacation.
So now we cut back to Mr. Bloom, who continues his wanderings through Dublin. Bloom happens up on another member of the family Deadalus, this one a girl standing outside an auction house.
Deadalus’ daughter there still outside Dillon’s auctionrooms. Must be selling off some old furniture. Knew her eyes at once from the father. Lobbing about waiting for him. Home always breaks up when the mother goes. Fifteen children he had.. Birth every year almost. That’s in their theology or the priest won’t give the poor woman the confession, the absolution.
Bloom continues his less-than-glowing appraisal of the Catholic church, pointing out the impracticalities of having so many children. The younger Deadalus is a pathetic sight, looking much like your typical starving wench out of a Dickens’ novel.
Again we’re getting more about female characters that don’t really interact in the story. Women and girls really are symbols and objects in this book. It’s as if they don’t serve any function other than as a motivation, a vexation or a desire in this book. Do any of them ever get to function as real characters?