Hazard

In Lotus Eaters Bloom rounds the corner of Westland Row and Great Brunswick Street and passes by "the drooping nags of the hazard" on the big thoroughfare. In Hades, coming up Great Brunswick in the funeral carriage, he sees "The hazard" once more and thinks, "Only two there now. Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other trotting round with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there." Hazard was the Dublin term for a cabstand or cab rank, and the horses hitched to these vehicles prompt Bloom's sympathetic reveries.

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"The hazard" on Great Brunswick (now Pearse) Street, still operating across the street from parked automobiles in the 1950s. Source: Tindall, The Joyce Country.