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1. Telemachus

[161] and a few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks?

[172] —Thanks, Stephen said. I can’t wear them if they are grey.

[233] one that knows what you are. Why don’t you trust me more? What have

[302] lobes are not functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and

[328] —Are you up there, Mulligan?

[601] —Are you a medical student, sir? the old woman asked.

[616] —Is it French you are talking, sir? the old woman said to Haines.

[622] —I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from

[746] they are good for. Why don’t you play them as I do? To hell with them

[771] —Are you coming, you fellows?

[903] —You’re not a believer, are you? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in

[939] —After all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your

[1054] —Are you going in here, Malachi?

[1062] —Are you not coming in? Buck Mulligan asked.

2. Nestor

[1137] —Yes, sir. And he said: Another victory like that and we are done for.

[1188] not been knifed to death. They are not to be thought away. Time has

[1189] branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite

[1391] —Cochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.

[1431] hand. These are handy things to have. See. This is for sovereigns. This

[1500] it. We are a generous people but we must also be just.

[1523] I am descended from sir John Blackwood who voted for the union. We are

[1614] jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are

[1617] as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of

[1634] the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the

[1660] —The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human

[1676] —I am happier than you are, he said. We have committed many errors and

[1719] see if you can get it into your two papers. What are they?

3. Proteus

[1788] shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time.

[1794] it: they do. My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs,

[1834] Son are consubstantial? Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions?

[1841] Airs romped round him, nipping and eager airs. They are coming, waves.

[2098] taught him to sing The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades.

[2116] barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my

[2117] feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. Blue dusk,

[2135] Gautier’s prose. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have

[2163] primrose doublet, fortune’s knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you

[2174] days ago off Maiden’s rock. They are waiting for him now. The truth,

[2276] the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness

[2302] piuttosto. Where are your wits?

[2339] lifted, flooded and let fall. Lord, they are weary; and, whispered to,

[2366] Come. I thirst. Clouding over. No black clouds anywhere, are there?

[2376] And Monsieur Drumont, gentleman journalist. Già. My teeth are very

4. Calypso

[2429] —O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.

[2471] lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean. Why are their tongues so

[2503] pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do.

[2589] doubleyou. Boys are they? Yes. Inishturk. Inishark. Inishboffin. At

[2675] olivetrees. Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. Olives are packed in

[2731] —Who are the letters for?

[2789] O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling.

[2790] You are my lookingglass from night to morning.

[2824] —What are you singing?

[2951] mummy’s lovely box of creams and am writing. They are lovely. I am

[2954] and all the beef to the heels were in. We are going to lough Owel on

[2959] cousins or something are big swells and he sings Boylan’s (I was on

[3054] that is? The hens in the next garden: their droppings are very good top

[3055] dressing. Best of all though are the cattle, especially when they are

5. Lotus Eaters

[3211] —Are there any letters for me? he asked.

[3246] —Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to?

[3252] —Fine. How are you?

[3323] the display of. Esprit de corps. Well, what are you gaping at?

[3476] what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home

[3484] meet you. Henry dear, do not deny my request before my patience are

[3571] protestants are the same. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the true

[3594] communion, shook a drop or two (are they in water?) off it and put it

[3643] what they are used to Guinness’s porter or some temperance beverage

[3775] cuffs. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the

[3791] and I’ll take one of these soaps. How much are they?

6. Hades

[3902] —Are we all here now? Martin Cunningham asked. Come along, Bloom.

[3972] the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was. Waltzing

[3976] his back. Thinks he’ll cure it with pills. All breadcrumbs they are.

[4007] —Are we late? Mr Power asked.

[4064] —Where are we?

[4077] dogs usually are.

[4138] fled. Before my patience are exhausted.

[4202] —Are you going yourself?

[4236] the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. Mi trema un poco il.

[4438] —We are going the pace, I think, Martin Cunningham said.

[4624] fruit. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the dead.

[4693] outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the

[4704] —How are you, Simon? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands.

[4707] —Never better. How are all in Cork’s own town?

[4824] But his heart is buried in Rome. How many broken hearts are buried here,

[4845] —The others are putting on their hats, Mr Kernan said. I suppose we

[4846] can do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.

[4855] are the last. In the same boat. Hope he’ll say something else.

[4874] every day. One fine day it gets bunged up: and there you are. Lots of

[4876] the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are

[4989] especially are so touchy. Tell her a ghost story in bed to make her

[4995] death we are in life. Both ends meet. Tantalising for the poor dead.

[5008] Botanic Gardens are just over there. It’s the blood sinking in

[5020] are go on living. Changing about. Live for ever practically. Nothing to

[5103] are the soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off

[5111] We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you’re well and

[5127] to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there’s no.

[5230] flowers are more poetical. The other gets rather tiresome, never

[5235] Knows there are no catapults to let fly at him. Dead animal even sadder.

[5247] you are now so once were we.

[5268] Who lives there? Are laid the remains of Robert Emery. Robert Emmet was

[5300] beds. They are not going to get me this innings. Warm beds: warm

[5312] laughing. Fellow always like that, mortified if women are by.

[5344] Thank you. How grand we are this morning!

7. Aeolus

[5418] ascended each step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neck,

[5470] are pegging away too. Like these, got out of hand: fermenting. Working

[5774] —How are you, Dedalus?

[5983] —My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I’m in a

[5999] —We are the boys of Wexford

[6038] —What’s that? Myles Crawford said with a start. Where are the other

[6083] —That’s it, he said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the

[6115] —First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready?

[6151] shoulders. Foot and mouth? Are you turned...?

[6205] and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege

[6408] —Hello?... Are you there?... Yes, he’s here still. Come across

[6463] the third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away

[6475] face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now? Established 1763. Dr Lucas.

[6628] It was revealed to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted

[6633] language? You are a tribe of nomad herdsmen: we are a mighty people. You

[6634] have no cities nor no wealth: our cities are hives of humanity and

[6648] mysterious, are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of Horus and Ammon Ra.

[6650] is weak and few are her children: Egypt is an host and terrible are her

[6651] arms. Vagrants and daylabourers are you called: the world trembles at

[6697] —That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour

[6712] shoulder. Let us go. Where are those blasted keys?

[6717] Where are they? That’s all right.

[6731] of this world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.

[6790] Their names are Anne Kearns and Florence MacCabe. Anne Kearns has the

[6885] —But they are afraid the pillar will fall, Stephen went on. They see

[6886] the roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines’

[6903] —It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said, and they are too

8. Lestrygonians

[6998] His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Are you saved? All are

[7090] like that. Eat pig like pig. But then why is it that saltwater fish are

[7102] kinds of places are good for ads. That quack doctor for the clap used

[7141] that priest they are this morning: we have sinned: we have suffered. He

[7146] street. Just keep skin and bone together, bread and skilly. They are not

[7157] ’em. What? Our envelopes. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Can’t

[7175] cycleshop. Those races are on today. How long ago is that? Year Phil

[7242] How are all your charges?

[7291] Are you feeding your little brother’s family? Soiled handkerchief:

[7469] year after year all hours of the night. Selfish those t.t’s are. Dog

[7496] Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for

[7563] Drop him like a hot potato. Why those plainclothes men are always

[7570] —Are those yours, Mary?

[7575] —There are great times coming, Mary. Wait till you see.

[7609] blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.

[7676] gave me nutsteak? Nutarians. Fruitarians. To give you the idea you are

[7680] Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that: so tasteless.

[7681] Those literary etherial people they are all. Dreamy, cloudy,

[7682] symbolistic. Esthetes they are. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was that

[7712] explosions they are. There will be a total eclipse this year: autumn

[7767] Would you? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?

[7804] Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then.

[8120] no ar no oysters. But there are people like things high. Tainted game.

[8178] it curves: curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the

[8269] —There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He’s a safe man, I’d

[8473] Tune pianos. Or we are surprised they have any brains. Why we think a

[8475] Of course the other senses are more. Embroider. Plait baskets. People

9. Scylla and Charybdis

[8607] feels that Goethe’s judgments are so true. True in the larger

[8656] —All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of

[8738] world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant’s heart on

[8775] spitting in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father’s

[8840] premises: you are the dispossessed son: I am the murdered father: your

[8920] errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

[8952] of men. But his boywomen are the women of a boy. Their life, thought,

[8953] speech are lent them by males. He chose badly? He was chosen, it seems

[8980] —Are you going? John Eglinton’s active eyebrows asked. Shall we see

[9002] —They say we are to have a literary surprise, the quaker librarian

[9004] together a sheaf of our younger poets’ verses. We are all looking

[9032] clever sketches. We are becoming important, it seems.

[9048] Synge has promised me an article for Dana too. Are we going to be read?

[9049] I feel we are. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. I hope you

[9056] —Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.

[9096] They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of

[9139] might be from the father but the passages with Ophelia are surely from

[9159] —If you want to know what are the events which cast their shadow over

[9170] constant quantity, John Eglinton detected. The highroads are dreary but

[9198] Do you know what you are talking about? Love, yes. Word known to all

[9245] porch of a sleeping ear. But those who are done to death in sleep cannot

[9316] —The bard’s fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton answered, are rather

[9509] Afar, in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness.

[9529] deeds are rank in that ghost’s mind: a broken vow and the dullbrained

[9581] they have still if our peasant plays are true to type.

[9634] famine riots. His borrowers are no doubt those divers of worship

[9645] enthusiasm. Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we have a porter’s

[9676] —Pogue mahone! Acushla machree! It’s destroyed we are from this day!

[9677] It’s destroyed we are surely!

[9687] avarice, are of all races the most given to intermarriage. Accusations

[9688] are made in anger. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the

[9701] —Which will? gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan. We are getting mixed.

[9764] What the hell are you driving at?

[9770] Are you condemned to do this?

[9772] —They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal

[9815] girls in The Tempest, in Pericles, in Winter’s Tale are we know. Who

[9816] Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and Cressid and Venus are we may guess.

[9837] Richard are recorded in the works of sweet William.

[9841] BEST: That is my name, Richard, don’t you know. I hope you are

[9869] that we are told is ours. A star, a daystar, a firedrake, rose at his

[9898] Stephanos, my crown. My sword. His boots are spoiling the shape of my

[9908] Pater, ait. Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. Lapwing you are. Lapwing

[9976] Shakespeare, what the poor are not, always with him. The note of

[9985] and left in him a strong inclination to evil. The words are those of

[9989] which her four bones are not to be laid. Age has not withered it. Beauty

[10035] the sun two days later), the lord of things as they are whom the most

[10038] that in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, there are no more

[10053] —Those who are married, Mr Best, douce herald, said, all save one,

[10054] shall live. The rest shall keep as they are.

[10061] —You are a delusion, said roundly John Eglinton to Stephen. You have

[10067] —Are you going to write it? Mr Best asked. You ought to make it a

[10085] —You are the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver.

[10164] playbox, Haines and I, the plumbers’ hall. Our players are creating a

[10200] black to be like nature. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

10. Wandering Rocks

[10873] —Yes, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily. We are standing in the historic

[10981] can see what turn is on and what turns are over.

[11150] —Them are two good ones, he said.

[11182] —You are late, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a suspicious glare.

[11244] Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, the cornetplayer, head upon

[11256] —Give it up, father, Dilly said. All the people are looking at you.

[11284] them, are you? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother

[11350] other establishment in Pimlico. How are things going? Just keeping

[11352] Those farmers are always grumbling. I’ll just take a thimbleful of

[11374] —Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?

[11498] proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. And they are throbbing:

[11527] —What are you doing here, Stephen?

[11533] —What are you doing? Stephen said.

[11557] you. I suppose all my books are gone.

[11374] —Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?

[11678] minister in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that?

[11743] —The assistant town clerk’s corns are giving him some trouble, John

[11763] —Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he

[11929] —God’s curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are! You’re

11. Sirens

[12398] By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.

[12621] Wisdom Hely’s wise Bloom in Daly’s Henry Flower bought. Are you

[13039] —Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.

[13059] that once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are

[13085] —Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben... Well...

[13374] Yet too much happy bores. He stretched more, more. Are you not happy in

[13381] —Don’t make half so free, said she, till we are better acquainted.

[13408] divided by half is twice one. Vibrations: chords those are. One plus two

[13459] world she wrote. My patience are exhaust. To keep it up. You must

[13563] —What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled.

[13592] joy. But both are joys. Yes, joy it must be. Mere fact of music shows

[13593] you are. Often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt. Then

[13605] O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on that.

[13722] brothers fell. To Wexford, we are the boys of Wexford, he would. Last of

[13730] Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old.

[13811] Well, I must be. Are you off? Yrfmstbyes. Blmstup. O’er ryehigh

12. Cyclops

[14070] —Lo, Joe, says I. How are you blowing? Did you see that bloody

[14080] —What are you doing round those parts? says Joe.

[14097] —Ay, says I. How are the mighty fallen! Collector of bad and doubtful

[14128] —Are you a strict t.t.? says Joe.

[14242] —I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his

[14267] —Never better, a chara, says he. What Garry? Are we going to win? Eh?

[14433] —Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran. Is that Bergan?

[14465] —Here you are, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Talking about

[14471] —Are you codding? says I.

[14477] —Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran.

[14514] —Dead! says Alf. He’s no more dead than you are.

[14552] We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Mind C. K.

[14782] are by our side and the foes we hate before us.

[14986] All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the

[14997] are ours) to the ranns of ancient Celtic bards. We are not speaking so

[15006] by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not at liberty

[15039] —Same again, Terry, says Joe. Are you sure you won’t have anything

[15091] the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose

[15145] head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the

[15161] —Anyhow, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London

[15164] —Are you sure, says Bloom, the councillor is going? I wanted to see

[15182] Mr Allfours (Tamoshant. Con.): Honourable members are already in

[15559] —Those are nice things, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland

[15702] that won’t see, if you know what that means. Where are our missing

[15710] in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole wide world. Where are the

[15724] land. Larches, firs, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast.

[15766] —And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. We had our trade with

[15773] citizen, clapping his thigh. Our harbours that are empty will be full

[15795] —Half one, Terry, says John Wyse, and a hands up. Terry! Are you

[15874] —We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Ned. Since

[15966] —Here you are, citizen, says Joe. Take that in your right hand and

[15979] and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as

[15994] are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters

[16011] —Are you talking about the new Jerusalem? says the citizen.

[16139] —There you are, says Terry.

[16260] that matter so are we.

[16578] by west. Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received

13. Nausicaa

[16853] mirror. You are lovely, Gerty, it said. The paly light of evening falls

[17071] childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Cissy Caffrey played with

[17555] hurry either. Always off to a fellow when they are. They never forget an

[17564] Tableau! O, look who it is for the love of God! How are you at all? What

[17572] Devils they are when that’s coming on them. Dark devilish appearance.

[17578] wears she’s a flirt. All are. Daresay she felt I. When you feel like

[17645] are best. Remember that till their dying day. Molly, lieutenant Mulvey

[17673] lives. Sharp as needles they are. When I said to Molly the man at the

[17689] like the other. Still she was game. Lord, I am wet. Devil you are. Swell

[17752] Wristwatches are always going wrong. Wonder is there any magnetic

[17810] that are supposed to be are different. Women buzz round it like flies

[17841] the atmosphere. Old Betty’s joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton’s

[17850] the small guts for nothing. Still two types there are you bob against.

[17852] the shade after the sun. Some light still. Red rays are longest. Roygbiv

[17856] Wait. Trees are they? An optical illusion. Mirage. Land of the setting

[17887] new under the sun. Care of P. O. Dolphin’s Barn. Are you not happy in

[17898] Sleepy Hollow. All changed. Forgotten. The young are old. His gun rusty

[17912] they come out at night like mice. They’re a mixed breed. Birds are

14. Oxen of the Sun

[18134] concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by

[18172] being said which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not

[18195] there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her

[18208] mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale

[18211] thrice an hundred. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for Horne holding

[18286] knives that are made in a great cavern by swinking demons out of white

[18288] abound marvellously. And there were vessels that are wrought by magic of

[18294] thing without they see it natheless they are so. And these fishes lie

[18377] and Giver of Life? For, sirs, he said, our lust is brief. We are means

[18454] us, saith Augustine too, whereas that other, our grandam, which we are

[18664] are now in with dance cloaks of Kendal green) that was new got to town

[18695] bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found

[18716] Frank (that was his name), ’tis all about Kerry cows that are to be

[18955] imperfect are all our sublunary joys. Maledicity! he exclaimed in

[18969] livre! cries Monsieur Lynch. The clumsy things are dear at a sou. One

[19002] dear little Father Cantekissem, that you are! May this pot of four half

[19247] modest substance in the funds. A score of years are blown away. He is

[19274] remember the night: first night, the bridenight. They are entwined

[19291] are they, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely

[19297] them, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Elk and

[19374] by he had blessed us. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said. If I had

[19453] of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the

[19462] are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. Mr M.

[19483] (we are thinking of neglect) is undoubtedly only too true the case he

[19500] whatever she does and in all probability such deaths are due to some law

[19516] For the enlightenment of those who are not so intimately acquainted with

[19540] are happy too as they gaze down and smile upon the touching scene.

[19554] their children are grouped in her imagination about the bedside, hers

[19571] There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil

[19572] memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart

[19602] the bowls are gathered and hutched) is standing on the urn secured by

[19610] antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their

[19630] milligramme. They hark him on. The door! It is open? Ha! They are

[19696] are (attitudes!) parching. Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs

[19746] colour coon down our side. Gawds teruth, Chawley. We are nae fou.

[19805] are souped. Lay you two to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow.

15. Circe

[19853] which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. Sucking, they scatter

[19977] LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?

[19983] head going back till both hands are a span from his breast, down turned,

[20063] THE MOTORMAN: Hey, shitbreeches, are you doing the hat trick?

[20125] spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose. Yellow poison streaks are

[20135] vulture talons he feels the silent face of Bloom.) Are you not my son

[20136] Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? Are you not my dear son Leopold who

[20195] spellbound. A coin gleams on her forehead. On her feet are jewelled

[20196] toerings. Her ankles are linked by a slender fetterchain. Beside her

[20214] Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Go and see life. See the

[20226] We’re a capital couple are Bloom and I.

[20244] BLOOM: Are you sure about that Voglio? I mean the pronunciati...

[20259] gloom. Weak squeaks of laughter are heard, weaker.)

[20295] I. You’re looking splendid. Absolutely it. Seasonable weather we are

[20326] are so inclined? Would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a

[20337] puts out her hand inquisitively.) What are you hiding behind your back?

[20406] a skull and crossbones are painted in white limewash. He opens it

[20518] Are you going far, queer fellow?

[20543] We are the boys. Of Wexford.

[20556] are gone. Drunks cover distance double quick. Nice mixup. Scene at

[20578] THE WREATHS: Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin.

[20630] last tram. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.

[20666] SECOND WATCH: An alibi. You are cautioned.

[20672] are engaged you see, sergeant. Lady in the case. Love entanglement.

[20728] a J. P. I’m as staunch a Britisher as you are, sir. I fought with the

[20737] we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which I am the

[20761] really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the love passages in which are

[20763] with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word

[20773] lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses’ fees, shan’t we? We are

[20804] SECOND WATCH: Another! Are you of the unfortunate class?

[20890] at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. We are not in

[21002] SECOND WATCH: (Produces handcuffs.) Here are the darbies.

[21025] and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold

[21102] (The brass quoits of a bed are heard to jingle.)

[21153] preserver and a nailstudded bludgeon are stuck in his belt. He rubs

[21171] HYNES: (Coldly.) You are a perfect stranger.

[21185] the nose and both thumbs are ghouleaten.)

[21267] ZOE: Are you looking for someone? He’s inside with his friend.

[21275] (Suspiciously.) You’re not his father, are you?

[21286] BLOOM: Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier, I suppose.

[21311] (Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round

[21332] awkward hand.) Are you a Dublin girl?

[21387] upon our prostituted labour. The poor man starves while they are

[21394] Israel spans the street. All the windows are thronged with sightseers,

[21398] Boys from High school are perched on the lampposts, telegraph poles,

[21406] tabard, the Athlone Poursuivant and Ulster King of Arms. They are

[21497] interplanetary transmitters are set for reception of message.)

[21517] keys of Dublin, crossed on a crimson cushion, are given to him. He shows

[21536] you are.

[21549] extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. Government

[21550] offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds. Numerous houses

[21551] are razed to the ground. The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and

[21570] committees, are reported. Bloom’s bodyguard distribute Maundy money,

[21589] taken. Babes and sucklings are held up.)

[21645] BLOOM: (Obdurately.) Sirs, take notice that by the law of torts you are

[21713] dragging a lorry on which are the shaking statues of several naked

[21773] nostrils. The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him.

[21794] elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants. There are

[21832] U’s, wedding rings, watchchains, lockets, necklaces and bracelets are

[21842] plants. All the octuplets are handsome, with valuable metallic faces,

[21847] Vifargent, Panargyros. They are immediately appointed to positions of

[21852] A VOICE: Bloom, are you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

[22005] BLOOM: (Repentantly.) I am very disagreeable. You are a necessary evil.

[22006] Where are you from? London?

[22016] Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? Come and

[22052] (Zoe and Bloom reach the doorway where two sister whores are seated.

[22076] rhomboids. Footmarks are stamped over it in all senses, heel to heel,

[22079] are tapestried with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades. In the grate

[22142] the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible

[22242] the nonstop run. Just one word more. Are you a god or a doggone clod?

[22243] If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Florry Christ,

[22248] Gautama, an Ingersoll. Are you all in this vibration? I say you are. You

[22311] towards a corner: with carping accent.) Esthetics and cosmetics are for

[22371] are a particular devotee. The injection mark on the thigh I hope you

[22387] pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest

[22417] noonday soupplate, while on her rere lower down are two additional

[22420] are the product of careful nurture. When coopfattened their livers

[22486] example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Perceive. That

[22495] gluttonously with turkey wattles.) Bubbly jock! Bubbly jock! Where are

[22509] my idea. Serpents too are gluttons for woman’s milk. Wind their way

[22549] spindlelegs and sparrow feet are those of the tenor Mario, prince of

[22580] lawnmowers, appear in the window embrasure. Both are masked with Matthew

[22600] FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth? You’re like someone I knew once.

[22736] thumbs are stuck in his armpits and his palms outspread. Round his

[22761] be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous. If they were

[22812] you, whoever you are!

[22814] (A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside.

[22834] Minnie Hauck in Carmen. On her left hand are wedding and keeper rings.

[22835] Her eyes are deeply carboned. She has a sprouting moustache. Her

[22868] THE FAN: (Tapping.) We have met. You are mine. It is fate.

[22894] BLOOM: (Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace.) We are

[22946] forward! Slide left foot one pace back! You will fall. You are falling.

[23039] preference shares are at sixteen three quarters. Curse me for a fool

[23061] ZOE: (Pulling at Florry.) Me. Me. Are you not finished with him yet,

[23074] come to pass. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing

[23082] BELLO: (Points to his whores.) As they are now so will you be, wigged,

[23135] martinet. The sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.

[23178] underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines

[23243] BELLO: What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? (He

[23254] but there’s a man of brawn in possession there. The tables are turned,

[23297] and his menfriends are living there in clover. The Cuckoos’ Rest!

[23323] are down and out and don’t you forget it, old bean.

[23411] THE NYMPH: (Her fingers in her ears.) And words. They are not in my

[23422] with care. The quoits are loose. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago.

[23479] kisses are heard in all the wood. Faces of hamadryads peep out from

[23538] a place and no hair there either. We are stonecold and pure. We eat

[23610] robe.) Sully my innocence! You are not fit to touch the garment of a

[23641] eyes are as vapid as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. They have the

[23695] indicates vaguely Lynch and Bloom.) We are all in the same sweepstake,

[23720] ... mind who you’re pinching... are you staying the night or a short

[23770] STEPHEN: (Hands him all his coins.) Be just before you are generous.

[24017] BLOOM: Lapses are condoned. Even the great Napoleon when measurements

[24070] princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries

[24072] how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous.

[24088] diamonds very amiable costumed. Or do you are fond better what belongs

[24134] wings.) Ho, boy! Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those

[24282] cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. They are in grey

[24288] twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked, with daggered hair

[24396] STEPHEN: (Horrorstruck.) Lemur, who are you? No. What bogeyman’s trick

[24528] and paying nothing. Are you my commander here or? Where is he? I’ll

[24534] BELLA: (Almost speechless.) Who are. Incog!

[24594] STEPHEN: (With elaborate gestures, breathing deeply and slowly.) You are

[24628] STEPHEN: (To Private Compton.) I don’t know your name but you are

[24714] My methods are new and are causing surprise.

[24807] PRIVATE CARR: Here. What are you saying about my king?

[24893] BLOOM: (Shakes Cissy Caffrey’s shoulders.) Speak, you! Are you struck

[24894] dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman,

[25045] SECOND WATCH: Who are you? Do you know him?

[25080] FIRST WATCH: (Turns to the crowd.) Here, what are you all gaping at?

16. Eumaeus

[25474] —Those are halfcrowns, man, Corley corrected him.

[25684] —Sounds are impostures, Stephen said after a pause of some little

[25838] the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent

[26064] gentleman’s valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I’ve

[26278] —Our mutual friend’s stories are like himself, Mr Bloom apropos

[26279] of knives remarked to his confidante sotto voce. Do you think they are

[26311] resumed. Analogous scenes are occasionally, if not often, met with.

[26314] some Aztecs, as they are called, sitting bowlegged, they couldn’t

[26339] that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their own

[26359] —It’s in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in

[26587] He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride

[26626] —Jews, he softly imparted in an aside in Stephen’s ear, are accused

[26631] answer for, imported them. Why? Because they are imbued with the proper

[26632] spirit. They are practical and are proved to be so. I don’t want to

[26634] then orthodox as you are. But in the economic, not touching religion,

[26668] I know of you, after all the money expended on your education you are

[27223] just come home with me and talk things over. My diggings are quite close

[27262] —Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the townclerk

[27388] —Our lives are in peril tonight. Beware of the steamroller.

17. Ithaca

[28067] You are mine. The world is mine.

[28870] of which are located in densely populated regions: the fact of vital

[29849] life at least 2/7, viz. 20 years are passed in sleep. As a philosopher

[29888] em monday, reading: capital pee Papli comma capital aitch How are you

18. Penelope

[30706] him making him worse than he is who is in your mind now tell me who are

[30800] used to be a bit on the jealous side whenever he asked who are you going

[30822] you wash possible the women are always egging on to that putting it on

[30863] to go and hang a woman surely are they

[30880] that are too tight to walk in my hand is nice like that if I only had a

[30895] I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my heart kiss me

[30902] too we did it so now there you are like it or lump it he thinks nothing

[30921] they want to know where were you where are you going I could feel him

[31086] might overdo it the thin ones are not so much the fashion now garters

[31173] what are all those veins and things curious the way its made 2 the same

[31176] her hand are they so beautiful of course compared with what a man looks

[31319] of it somewhere were never easy where we are father or aunt or marriage

[31534] are you bootmakers and publicans I beg your pardon coach I thought you

[31606] yes with some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are little houses

[31718] nothing I suppose there are a few men like that left its hard to believe

[31810] how white they are the smoothest place is right there between this bit

[31847] myself 4 and 5 times a day sometimes and I said I hadnt are you sure

[31876] thing anyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes I know I hope the old

[31885] I like my bed God here we are as bad as ever after 16 years how many

[31953] way for him what are his wife and 5 children going to do unless he was

[32040] me stupid if he thinks all women are the same and I can teach him the

[32105] home to his wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are

[32140] hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a

[32164] watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the

[32187] to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing Id love a

[32232] kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper

[32259] are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun

[32265] yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he