President Camacho wrote:Alright. I don't want to sound like a broken record... but I think the guy had sex with a cat and/or masturbated in front of some little kids. Other than that, he just liked to whip little boys because they are so naughty and need a spanking. Nothing wrong with that, right? hahahaha WOW!
Dwill, glad you brought up Tom Sawyer. I also had the image in my mind - the only difference is the vocabulary. Joyce does it in the previous story also. The first story had me wondering about the boy's age but in this story it's so completely out of place.... way too educated for a young child I would think...
The green eyes also got me. There has to be something to that. It appears twice in the story.
I think the lesson for me is: Prepare to be an Indian. Prepare to get raped.
Geo first made the Twain comparison.
It could be that the man with the cane excused himself to masturbate. Mahony probably wouldn't have called him a queer old josser otherwise. That's true about the language. The difference might be that here we have a mature person looking back on his experience and talking about it in a way he wouldn't have been able to as a 12-year-old. With Huck Finn you feel that Twain stays in the moment with the character, so there's no sense of "looking back at it now" vs. the actual experience of the events. Joyce said he wrote Dubliners in an attitude of "scrupulous meanness," but so far we don't see that reflected in the language. As you say, the language is more educated and literary than we'd expect if naturalism were Joyce's goal here. I think that in these early stories of childhood there is some nostalgia (in An Encounter and Araby if not in The Sisters).
You're right, the green eyes have to mean something. Green eyes are uncommon, right? The boy has an idea that sailors have green eyes. Is that because they are exotic, romantic figures, the kind that the boy is seeking on his adventure? When the queer old josser (q.o.j.) turns to him and shows him green eyes, it's like a perversion of the boy's fantasy and perhaps a cruel reminder of the futility of trying to find anything inspiring in the grimy and grim world of Dublin.