What's the title of that Joyce story where some old guy sits down next to a couple kids and starts jerking off in front of them?
So not only
>There is no textual proof that the man does in fact masturbate: all is left to the reader to judge
>the man excuses himself and it is implied that he touches himself before returning to the boys
and you interpret this as
>sits down next to a couple kids and starts jerking off in front of them
It's pretty over the top, actually. There's at least one part where the kids talk about what the guy's doing like it's something shocking. It was the one thing I remembered from the story.
After a long while his monologue paused. He stood up slowly, saying that he had to leave us for a minute or so, a few minutes, and, without changing the direction of my gaze, I saw him walking slowly away from us towards the near end of the field. We remained silent when he had gone. After a silence of a few minutes I heard Mahony exclaim:
"I say! Look what he's doing!" As I neither answered nor raised my eyes Mahony exclaimed again: "I say… He's a queer old josser!" In case he asks us for our names," I said "let you be Murphy and I'll be Smith." We said nothing further to each other. I was still considering whether I would go away or not when the man came back and sat down beside us again. Hardly had he sat down when Mahony, catching sight of the cat which had escaped him, sprang up and pursued her across the field. The man and I watched the chase. The cat escaped once more and Mahony began to throw stones at the wall she had escaladed. Desisting from this, he began to wander about the far end of the field, aimlessly