{"product_id":"2940016468617","title":"A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man","description":"Excerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, the wild rose blossoms\u003cbr\u003eOn the little green place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe sang that song. That was his song.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, the green wothe botheth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTralala lala,\u003cbr\u003eTralala tralaladdy,\u003cbr\u003eTralala lala,\u003cbr\u003eTralala lala.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUncle Charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his father and mother but uncle Charles was older than Dante.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDante had two brushes in her press. The brush with the maroon velvet back was for Michael Davitt and the brush with the green velvet back was for Parnell. Dante gave him a cachou every time he brought her a piece of tissue paper.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Vances lived in number seven. They had a different father and mother. They were Eileen's father and mother. When they were grown up he was going to marry Eileen. He hid under the table. His mother said:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—O, Stephen will apologize.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDante said:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—O, if not, the eagles will come and pull out his eyes.—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePull out his eyes,\u003cbr\u003eApologize,\u003cbr\u003eApologize,\u003cbr\u003ePull out his eyes.\u003cbr\u003eApologize,\u003cbr\u003ePull out his eyes,\u003cbr\u003ePull out his eyes,\u003cbr\u003eApologize.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe wide playgrounds were swarming with boys. All were shouting and the prefects urged them on with strong cries. The evening air was pale and chilly and after every charge and thud of the footballers the greasy leather orb flew like a heavy bird through the grey light. He kept on the fringe of his line, out of sight of his prefect, out of the reach of the rude feet, feigning to run now and then. He felt his body small and weak amid the throng of the players and his eyes were weak and watery. Rody Kickham was not like that: he would be captain of the third line all the fellows said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRody Kickham was a decent fellow but Nasty Roche was a stink. Rody Kickham had greaves in his number and a hamper in the refectory. Nasty Roche had big hands. He called the Friday pudding dog-in-the-blanket. And one day he had asked:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—What is your name?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStephen had answered: Stephen Dedalus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen Nasty Roche had said:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—What kind of a name is that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when Stephen had not been able to answer Nasty Roche had asked:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—What is your father?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStephen had answered:","brand":"Hannah Stuart","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47146541646064,"sku":"2940016468617","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016468617_p0.jpg?v=1763636156","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016468617","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}