Scents

5: "Silently, in a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, that had bent upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of wetted ashes."


10? "Her secrets: old feather fans, tasseled dancecards, powdered with musk, a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer."


10: "In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes."


11: "He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness, smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck."

11? "Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning."



24: "A sweetened boy's breath."


28: "She was no more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being trampled under foot and had gone, scarcely having been. A poor soul gone to heaven: and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the earth, listened, scraped and scraped."

29: "Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather of its chairs."

32: "Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and reek of the canteen, over the motley slush."



38: "By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath."

40? "This wind is sweeter."

41: "Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath."

42: "Moist pith of farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the air."

43? "Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips."

43: "Loose tobacco shreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner."

43? "Got up as a young bride, man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to Malahide."

46: "The melon he had he held against my face. Smiled: creamfruit smell."

47: "A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags. Fumbally's lane that night: the tanyard smells."

49: "Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun."



53? " Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine."

55? "Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet."

56: "From the cellar grating floated up the flabby gush of porter. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush."

57: "The shiny links packed with forcemeat fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs' blood."