We say a long goodbye to Jaun, sending him verbosely, musically out into night becoming day in Dublin. This follows his sermonising and leave-taking. Metaphorically, I guess, he is dying, it was his wake, too and that's it for him.
This chapter was very mellifluous with many gigantic run on sentences, some encompassing two pages and more, of Irish gab.
On we continue!
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