ball falls at Greenwich time. It’s the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there some first Saturday of the month. If I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family. That would do to: man always feels complimented. Flattery where least expected. Nobleman proud to be descended from some king’s mistress. His foremother. Lay it on with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and blurt out what you know you’re not to: what’s parallax? Show this gentleman the door.
Ah.
His hand fell again to his side.
Never know anything about it. Waste of time.
- Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing.
- Same old dingdong always.
- Gas, then solid, then world, then cold, then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock like that pineapple rock.
The moon. Must be a new moon out, she said. I believe there is.
He went on by la Maison Claire .
Wait. The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview moon. She was humming: The young May moon she’s beaming, love. He other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm’s la‑amp is gleaming, love. Touch. Fingers. Asking.