the bedsheets where all white this morning, that is the way they should be and it is pleasant. This is the big room over Dublin city in the brother's flat in the old manor. It is very nice, and he works hard to have it and to keep it.
Later on, walk through the villages Ballyboden and Rathfarnham to Terenure, to a meeting at 12:30 with an old friend. It is far too early, spend time looking at the old haunts, there is the site of the new Model Laundry as mentioned by Joyce, but it is gone now. Spend time in Rathfarnham trying to find the buildings in which the shops that used to be a joy to this older man when he was a young child. Only the church is still much as it was, the butcher and the general store has gone, as has the newsagent.
Later, in Terenure, see that the newsagent and toyshop are deserted.
Kill the remainder of the time in an exhorbitantly priced cafe writing a letter to a professor who needed some advice on scanning.
Write, remembering all the while not to be patronising, a man who can understand the world in eleven dimensions may have problems elsewhere.
The walls in the cafe are cement blocks painted black, and it took five minutes to fix up the telephone because they have no wifi.
The tables are black as well.
As are the seats.
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