Source Text: JUNO2.2Juno: Open the door, Jack; this thing has me nearly kilt with the weight.
Juno: Carryin' that from Henry Street was no joke.
Boyle: U-u-ugh, that's a grand-lookin' insthrument -- how much was it?
Juno: Pound down, an' five to be paid at two shillin's a week.
Boyle: That's reasonable enough.
Juno: I'm afraid we're runnin' into too much debt; first the furniture, an' now this.
Boyle: The whole lot won't be much out of 2000 pounds.
Mary: I don't know what you wanted a gramophone for -- I know Charlie hates them; he says they're destructive of real music.
Boyle: Desthructive of music -- that fella ud give you a pain in your face. All a gramophone wants is to be properly played; its thrue wondher is only felt when everythin's quiet -- what a gramophone wants is dead silence!
Mary: But, father, Jerry says the same; afther all, you can only appreciate music when your ear is properly trained.
Boyle: That's another fella ud give you a pain in your face. Properly thrained! I suppose you couldn't appreciate football unless your fut was properly thrained.
Mrs. Boyle: Go on in ower that an' dress, or Charlie'll be in on you, an' tea nor nothin'll be ready.
Mrs. Boyle: You didn't look at our new gramophone, Johnny?
Johnny: 'Tisn't gramophones I'm thinking of.
Mrs. Boyle: An' what is it you're thinkin' of, allanna?
Johnny: Nothin', nothin', nothin'.
Mrs. Boyle: Sure, you must be thinkin' of somethin'; it's yourself that has yourself the way y'are; sleepin' wan night in me sisther's, an' the nex' in your father's brother's -- you'll get no rest goin' on that way.
Johnny: I can rest nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.
Mrs. Boyle: Sure, you're not thryin' to rest anywhere.
Johnny: Let me alone, let me alone, let me alone, for God's sake.
Mrs. Boyle: Here he is; here's Mr. Bentham!
Boyle: Well, there's room for him; it's a pity there's not a brass band to play him in.
Mrs. Boyle: We'll han' the tea round, an' not be clusthered round the table, as if we never seen nothin'.
Juno: Give your hat an' stick to Jack, there -- sit down, Mr. Bentham -- no, not there -- in th' easy chair be the fire -- there, that's betther. Mary'll be out to you in a minute.
Boyle: I seen be the paper this mornin' that Consols was down half per cent. That's serious, min' you, an' shows the whole counthry's in a state o' chassis.
Mrs. Boyle: What's Consols, Jack?
Boyle: Consols? Oh, Consols is -- oh, there's no use tellin' women what Consols is -- th' wouldn't undherstand.
Bentham: It's just as you were saying, Mr. Boyle...
Bentham: Oh, good evening, Mary; how pretty you're looking!
Mary: Am I?
Boyle: We were just talkin' when you kem in, Mary; I was tellin' Mr. Bentham that the whole counthry's in a state o' chassis.
Mary: Would you prefer the green or the blue ribbon round me hair, Charlie?
Mrs. Boyle: Mary, your father's speakin'.
Boyle: I was jus' tellin' Mr. Bentham that the whole counthry's in a state o' chassis.
Mary: I'm sure you're frettin', da, whether it is or no.
Mrs. Boyle: With all our churches an' religions, the worl's not a bit the betther.
Boyle: Tay!
Mrs. Boyle: An' Irelan's takin' a leaf out o' the worl's buk; when we got the makin' of our own laws I thought we'd never stop to look behind us, but instead of that we never stopped to look before us! If the people ud folley up their religion betther there'd be a betther chance for us -- what do you think, Mr. Bentham?
Bentham: I'm afraid I can't venture to express an opinion on that point, Mrs. Boyle; dogma has no attraction for me.
Mrs. Boyle: I forgot you didn't hold with us : what's this you said you were?
Bentham: A Theosophist, Mrs. Boyle.
Mrs. Boyle: An' what in the name o' God's a Theosophist?
Boyle: A Theosophist, Juno, 's a -- tell her, Mr. Bentham. tell her.
Bentham: It's hard to explain in a few words : Theosophy's founded on The Vedas, the religious books of the East. Its central theme is the existence of an all-pervading Spirit -- the Life-Breath. Nothing really exists but this one Universal Life-Breath. And whatever even seems to exist separately from this Life-Breath, doesn't really exist at all. It is all vital force in man, in all animals, and in all vegetation. This Life-Breath is called the Prawna.
Mrs. Boyle: The Prawna! What a comical name!
Boyle: Prawna; yis, the Prawna. That's the Prawna!
Mrs. Boyle: Whist, whist, Jack.
Bentham: The happiness of man depends upon his sympathy with this Spirit. Men who have reached a high state of excellence are called Yogi. Some men become Yogi in a short time, it may take others millions of years.
Boyle: Yogi! I seen hundhreds of them in the streets o' San Francisco.
Bentham: It is said by these Yogi that if we practise certain mental exercises we would have powers denied to others -- for instance, the faculty of seeing things that happen miles and miles away.
Mrs. Boyle: I wouldn't care to meddle with that sort o' belief; it's a very curious religion, altogether.
Boyle: What's curious about it? Isn't all religions curious? -- if they weren't, you wouldn't get any one to believe them. But religions is passin' away -- they've had their day like everything else. Take the real Dublin people, f'rinstance: they know more about Charlie Chaplin an' Tommy Mix than they do about SS. Peter an' Paul!
Mrs. Boyle: You don't believe in ghosts, Mr. Bentham?
Mary: Don't you know he doesn't, mother?
Bentham: I don't know that, Mary. Scientists are beginning to think that what we call ghosts are sometimes seen by person of a certain nature. They say that sensational actions, such as the killing of a person, demand great energy, and that energy lingers in the place where the action occurred. People may live in the place and see nothing, when someone may come along whose personality has some peculiar connection with the energy of the place, and, in a flash, the person sees the whole affair.
Johnny: What sort o' talk is this to be goin' on with? Is there nothin' betther to be talkin' about but the killin' o' people? My God, isn't it bad enough for these things to happen without talkin' about them!
Bentham: Oh, I'm very sorry, Mrs. Boyle; I never thought.. .
Mrs. Boyle: Never mind, Mr. Bentham, he's very touchy.
Mrs. Boyle: Mother of God, what's that?
Johnny: Shut the door, shut the door, quick, for God's sake! Great God, have mercy on me! Blessed Mother o' God shelter me, shelter your son!
Mrs. Boyle: What's wrong with you? What ails you? Sit down, sit down, here, on the bed -- there now -- there now.
Mary: Johnny, Johnny, what ails you?
Johnny: I seen him, I seen him -- kneelin' in front o' the statue -- merciful Jesus, have pity on me!
Mrs. Boyle: Get him a glass o' whisky -- quick, man, an' don't stand gawkin'.
Johnny: Sit here, sit here, mother -- between me an' the door.
Mrs. Boyle: I'll sit beside you as long as you like, only tell me what was it came across you at all?
Johnny: I seen him -- I seen Robbie Tancred kneelin' down before the statue -- an' the red light shinin' on him -- an' when I went in -- he turned an' looked at me -- an' I seen the woun's bleedin' in his breast -- Oh, why did he look at me like that? -- it wasn't my fault that he was done in -- Mother o' God, keep him away from me!
Mrs. Boyle: There, there, child, you've imagined it all. There was nothin' there at all -- it was the red light you seen, an' the talk we had put all the rest into your head. Here, dhrink, more o' this -- it'll do you good -- An', now, stretch yourself down on the bed for a little. Go in, Jack, an' show him it was only in his own head it was.
Boyle: E-e-e-eh; it's all nonsense; it was only a shadda he saw.
Mary: Mother o' God, he made me heart lep!
Bentham: It was simply due to an overwrought imagination -- we all get that way at times.
Mrs. Boyle: There, dear, lie down in the bed, an' I'll put the quilt across you -- e-e-e-eh, that's it -- you'll be as right as the mail in a few minutes.
Johnny: Mother, go into the room an' see if the light's lightin' before the statue.
Mrs. Boyle: Jack, run in an' see if the light's lightin' before the statue.
Boyle: Mary, slip in an' see if the light's lightin' before the statue.
Bentham: It's all right; Mary, I'll go.
Bentham: Everything's just as it was -- the light burning bravely before the statue.
Boyle: Of course; I knew it was all nonsense.
Boyle: E-e-e-e-eh.