In the Odyssey the Sirens are two (later traditions multiplied them) — voices alone, with no flesh worth describing. Joyce's two barmaids are all flesh: a colour, a laugh, a snapping garter, a heave of a sigh. The disembodied voice that wrecks ships has been re-incarnated as Edwardian Dublin charm — and is, by design, much harder to resist.
Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.
