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1. Telemachus

[4] ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He

[9] Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

[13] Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about

[15] awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent

[25] —Back to barracks! he said sternly.

[27] He added in a preacher’s tone:

[33] He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused

[38] —Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off

[41] He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering

[46] —The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!

[48] He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,

[51] he propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and

[61] He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:

[63] —Will he come? The jejune jesuit!

[65] Ceasing, he began to shave with care.

[75] —God, isn’t he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He

[77] with money and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know,

[78] Dedalus, you have the real Oxford manner. He can’t make you out. O, my

[81] He shaved warily over his chin.

[83] —He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is

[91] however. If he stays on here I am off.

[93] Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped down

[96] —Scutter! he cried thickly.

[98] He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen’s upper

[105] Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said:

[110] He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair

[113] —God! he said quietly. Isn’t the sea what Algy calls it: a great

[119] Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked

[125] He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen’s

[128] —The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That’s why she

[138] He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant

[141] —But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest

[144] He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.

[152] wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a

[160] —Ah, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt

[167] —The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God

[174] —He can’t wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror.

[175] Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can’t wear grey

[178] He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the

[185] says you have g. p. i. He’s up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman.

[188] He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad

[193] —Look at yourself, he said, you dreadful bard!

[196] a crooked crack. Hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this

[203] Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen’s peering

[206] —The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If

[214] round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he

[217] —It’s not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly.

[220] Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The

[224] downstairs and touch him for a guinea. He’s stinking with money and

[234] you up your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here

[241] ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the

[261] —Do you wish me to tell you? he asked.

[265] He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow,

[291] —Did I say that? he asked. Well? What harm is that?

[293] He shook his constraint from him nervously.

[295] —And what is death, he asked, your mother’s or yours or my own? You

[308] He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping

[319] —O, an impossible person! he exclaimed.

[321] He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,

[323] dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt

[332] He turned towards Stephen and said:

[340] —Don’t mope over it all day, he said. I’m inconsequent. Give up

[350] stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of

[368] pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang:

[415] —I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it’s very clever.

[428] He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of

[441] He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness,

[463] He howled, without looking up from the fire:

[473] him. Then he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set

[476] —I’m melting, he said, as the candle remarked when... But, hush!

[484] —What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.

[500] He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three

[507] —I’m giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you

[523] He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled

[526] —That’s folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five

[530] He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his

[540] —I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the

[545] —Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth

[548] Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened

[549] rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:

[554] He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

[577] He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white

[587] whether he could not tell: but scorned to beg her favour.

[594] He drank at her bidding.

[596] —If we could live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat

[614] —Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.

[627] —He’s English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak

[663] He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:

[669] —We’ll owe twopence, he said.

[678] He turned to Stephen and said:

[689] He turned to Stephen and asked blandly:

[693] Then he said to Haines:

[697] —All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey

[700] Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the

[721] Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of

[726] He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and

[741] —From me, Kinch, he said.

[743] In a suddenly changed tone he added:

[749] He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying

[754] He emptied his pockets on to the table.

[756] —There’s your snotrag, he said.

[758] And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them,

[760] rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God,

[766] —And there’s your Latin quarter hat, he said.

[774] out, Kinch. You have eaten all we left, I suppose. Resigned he passed

[777] —And going forth he met Butterly.

[781] locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.

[789] He walked on. Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan club with his heavy

[812] Aquinas and the fiftyfive reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait

[815] He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his

[825] It’s quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet’s grandson is

[826] Shakespeare’s grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own

[829] —What? Haines said, beginning to point at Stephen. He himself?

[841] —The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.

[854] The seas’ ruler, he gazed southward over the bay, empty save for

[858] —I read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, he said bemused.

[862] Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He looked

[863] at them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he had

[864] suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He moved

[872] He held up a forefinger of warning.

[875] He’ll get no free drinks when I’m making the wine

[878] He tugged swiftly at Stephen’s ashplant in farewell and, running

[886] He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering his

[893] —We oughtn’t to laugh, I suppose. He’s rather blasphemous. I’m

[895] out of it somehow, doesn’t it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner?

[910] green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.

[914] Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his

[919] —Yes, of course, he said, as they went on again. Either you believe or

[926] He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his

[930] He wants that key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt

[931] bread. Give him the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his

[956] Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he

[959] —I can quite understand that, he said calmly. An Irishman must think

[992] —There’s five fathoms out there, he said. It’ll be swept up that

[1008] —Still there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young

[1009] thing down there. Photo girl he calls her.

[1014] the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones,

[1041] He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying

[1046] He broke off in alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt.

[1048] —My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I’m the Übermensch. Toothless

[1051] He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his

[1068] —I’m going, Mulligan, he said.

[1075] —And twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.

[1080] —He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake

[1094] He walked along the upwardcurving path.

[1099] The priest’s grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I

[1103] the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a

2. Nestor

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

[1151] A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong’s satchel. He curled them

[1170] All. With envy he watched their faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Their

[1209] of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text:

[1213] Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor...

[1216] out into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he

[1234] His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again, having

[1287] He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries

[1304] He held out his copybook. The word Sums was written on the headline.

[1308] —Mr Deasy told me to write them out all again, he said, and show them

[1313] —Do you understand how to do them now? he asked.

[1335] Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by algebra

[1365] —It is very simple, Stephen said as he stood up.

[1369] He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his

[1373] as he followed towards the door the boy’s graceless form.

[1383] He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy

[1386] he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him. He

[1389] —What is it now? he cried continually without listening.

[1396] And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man’s voice

[1405] of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As it was

[1414] —First, our little financial settlement, he said.

[1416] He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It

[1417] slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of joined halves, and

[1420] —Two, he said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away.

[1434] He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.

[1436] —Three twelve, he said. I think you’ll find that’s right.

[1466] He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man’s stare.

[1468] —He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made money. A poet, yes,

[1478] —Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That’s not English. A French Celt said that. He

[1481] —I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I paid

[1499] —I knew you couldn’t, he said joyously. But one day you must feel

[1528] —Per vias rectas, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for

[1542] He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and read

[1545] —Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, the dictates of

[1548] He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his elbow

[1550] sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.

[1556] Paris, 1866. Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their

[1580] He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.

[1611] He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.

[1613] —Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the

[1620] He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a

[1621] broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.

[1623] —Dying, he said again, if not dead by now.

[1628] he halted.

[1631] or gentile, is he not?

[1651] He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell

[1652] sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.

[1674] between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.

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

[1689] —Well, sir, he began.

[1701] —Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the

[1706] —As regards these, he began.

[1729] —Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I

[1734] He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the trees,

[1736] The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate:

[1750] —I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour

[1754] He frowned sternly on the bright air.

[1761] rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing,

[1764] —She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he

3. Proteus

[1780] rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies.

[1781] Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By

[1782] knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a

[1832] ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A lex eterna

[1836] Illstarred heresiarch! In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last:

[1851] brother Stephen lately? No? Sure he’s not down in Strasburg terrace

[1852] with his aunt Sally? Couldn’t he fly a bit higher than that, eh?

[1871] hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the

[1876] He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for

[1900] —He has nothing to sit down on, sir.

[1902] —He has nowhere to put it, you mug. Bring in our chippendale chair.

[1909] He drones bars of Ferrando’s aria di sortita. The grandest number,

[1938] his brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his

[1939] second bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and,

[1940] rising, heard (now I am lifting) their two bells (he is kneeling) twang

[1970] midden of man’s ashes. He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle

[1977] He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara’s. Am I not going there?

[1978] Seems not. No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand

[1986] Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father’s a bird, he

[1988] face. Lap, lapin. He hopes to win in the gros lots. About the nature of

[1989] women he read in Michelet. But he must send me La Vie de Jésus by M.

[1999] Schluss. He laps.

[2039] the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled stone

[2068] know what he called queen Victoria? Old hag with the yellow teeth.

[2070] Patrie, M. Millevoye, Félix Faure, know how he died? Licentious men.

[2087] he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the

[2090] he hides, Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his day’s

[2092] lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d’Or, damascened with

[2100] Strongbow’s castle on the Nore. Goes like this. O, O. He takes me,

[2105] Weak wasting hand on mine. They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not he them.

[2108] He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots.

[2111] am I? He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the

[2114] Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly

[2120] platters. Who to clear it? He has the key. I will not sleep there when

[2122] bodies, the panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his

[2129] then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the sedge

[2144] Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not

[2148] Peekaboo. I see you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who?

[2168] crowned. All kings’ sons. Paradise of pretenders then and now. He

[2172] you do what he did? A boat would be near, a lifebuoy. Natürlich, put

[2187] all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made

[2190] He turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. On a

[2192] the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears. His

[2200] reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he kept by them

[2203] at a calf’s gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed,

[2212] kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight. He

[2214] he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a cocked hindleg

[2215] pissed against it. He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg,

[2218] delved. Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the

[2223] After he woke me last night same dream or was it? Wait. Open hallway.

[2225] man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held against my

[2259] bed of death, ghostcandled. Omnis caro ad te veniet. He comes, pale

[2271] Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and

[2275] His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till

[2308] He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled

[2312] in May. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes

[2319] nebeneinander. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein

[2324] arm: Cranly’s arm. He now will leave me. And the blame? As I am. As I

[2336] Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and

[2347] Five fathoms out there. Full fathom five thy father lies. At one, he

[2351] There he is. Hook it quick. Pull. Sunk though he be beneath the watery

[2358] urinous offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes

[2367] Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect,

[2371] He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying

[2381] My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up?

[2385] He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,

[2390] He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through the

4. Calypso

[2409] He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart,

[2411] he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of

[2414] Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting

[2422] her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off

[2437] tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his

[2440] —Milk for the pussens, he said.

[2449] —Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the

[2455] and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits

[2456] narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to

[2462] He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped

[2467] He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this

[2472] rough? To lap better, all porous holes. Nothing she can eat? He glanced

[2475] On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by

[2479] He said softly in the bare hall:

[2483] And when he had heard his voice say it he added:

[2491] No. She didn’t want anything. He heard then a warm heavy sigh, softer,

[2498] Still he had brains enough to make that corner in stamps. Now that was

[2505] high grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip

[2508] On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there.

[2510] No use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled

[2515] He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number

[2520] he walked in happy warmth. Boland’s breadvan delivering with trays our

[2540] of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself.

[2543] of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that: homerule

[2546] He approached Larry O’Rourke’s. From the cellar grating floated up

[2554] ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he is, sure enough, my

[2564] Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the

[2586] of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen. He passed Saint

[2592] He halted before Dlugacz’s window, staring at the hanks of sausages,

[2594] in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. The shiny links,

[2595] packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the

[2598] A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He

[2602] Woods his name is. Wonder what he does. Wife is oldish. New blood.

[2607] The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with

[2610] He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at

[2612] sanatorium. Moses Montefiore. I thought he was. Farmhouse, wall round

[2613] it, blurred cattle cropping. He held the page from him: interesting:

[2619] their hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and

[2626] —Now, my miss, he said.

[2636] outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He

[2653] A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his gaze

[2656] —Good morning, he said, moving away.

[2662] He walked back along Dorset street, reading gravely. Agendath Netaim:

[2674] He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered

[2684] old times. Must be without a flaw, he said. Coming all that way: Spain,

[2707] Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he turned

[2722] Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered

[2728] Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm

[2733] He looked at them. Mullingar. Milly.

[2735] —A letter for me from Milly, he said carefully, and a card to you. And

[2738] He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her

[2746] —That do? he asked, turning.

[2752] He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back

[2757] —The kettle is boiling, he said.

[2759] But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled

[2762] As he went down the kitchen stairs she called:

[2770] On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He scalded and

[2772] kettle then to let the water flow in. Having set it to draw he took off

[2774] of butter slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed

[2776] won’t eat pork. Kosher. Here. He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to

[2777] her and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He

[2780] Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over. Thanks:

[2784] The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby,

[2787] of folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.

[2793] Poor old professor Goodwin. Dreadful old case. Still he was a courteous

[2794] old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform. And

[2799] He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the

[2800] teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on

[2801] it? Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it

[2804] Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on

[2810] the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft

[2816] act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread.

[2818] —Who was the letter from? he asked.

[2822] —O, Boylan, she said. He’s bringing the programme.

[2837] —Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn’t see the paper.

[2839] Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled

[2849] He felt here and there. Voglio e non vorrei. Wonder if she pronounces

[2850] that right: voglio. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and

[2861] —Met him what? he asked.

[2865] He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.

[2869] —Yes. Who’s he when he’s at home?

[2871] —Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It’s Greek: from the Greek. That

[2876] He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young eyes.

[2877] The first night after the charades. Dolphin’s Barn. He turned over the

[2885] after he dies. Dignam’s soul...

[2887] —Did you finish it? he asked.

[2894] —Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock’s. Nice name he has.

[2901] —Some people believe, he said, that we go on living in another body

[2916] He turned the pages back.

[2918] —Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. They

[2928] —The kidney! he cried suddenly.

[2930] He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes

[2934] the fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its

[2935] back. Only a little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and

[2938] Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf.

[2939] He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a

[2941] meat. Done to a turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away dies of bread,

[2943] some young student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side,

[2944] reading it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the

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

[2977] knew at once. He would be eleven now if he had lived.

[2982] Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after

[2984] worse. Music hall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea

[2985] to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.

[2992] He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. Day I caught

[3002] jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says.

[3013] happen too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move

[3027] He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,

[3030] —Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I’m ready.

[3035] A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just as

[3038] In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Titbits. He folded it under

[3042] Listening, he heard her voice:

[3046] He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to listen

[3050] He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall.

[3061] He walked on. Where is my hat, by the way? Must have put it back on

[3072] He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. Better be careful not to get

[3073] these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went in, bowing his head

[3075] limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Before sitting down he

[3079] Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over

[3086] Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but

[3087] resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he

[3088] allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still

[3093] season. He read on, seated calm above his own rising smell. Neat

[3094] certainly. Matcham often thinks of the masterstroke by which he won the

[3095] laughing witch who now. Begins and ends morally. Hand in hand. Smart. He

[3096] glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water flow

[3097] quietly, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and received

[3112] dancing. Her fansticks clicking. Is that Boylan well off? He has money.

[3113] Why? I noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing. No use

[3123] He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it.

[3124] Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. He pulled

[3128] In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his

5. Lotus Eaters

[3153] He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through

[3157] battered caskhoop. Tell him if he smokes he won’t grow. O let him! His

[3159] home. Come home to ma, da. Slack hour: won’t be many there. He crossed

[3165] tooraloom tooraloom tay. O, surely he bagged it. Bury him cheap in a

[3168] In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental

[3172] read blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and

[3180] hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved: and read again: choice

[3201] He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk with her

[3202] sausages? Like that something. As he walked he took the folded Freeman

[3206] it means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of

[3209] He handed the card through the brass grill.

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

[3213] While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting

[3219] letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.

[3224] Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket,

[3227] he’s a grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers.

[3236] He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if

[3256] His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:

[3284] —I was with Bob Doran, he’s on one of his periodical bends, and what

[3289] his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the

[3294] —And he said: Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! What Paddy? I

[3295] said. Poor little Paddy Dignam, he said.

[3298] dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change for?

[3308] He moved a little to the side of M’Coy’s talking head. Getting up in

[3311] —What’s wrong with him? He said. He’s dead, he said. And, faith,

[3312] he filled up. Is it Paddy Dignam? I said. I couldn’t believe it when I

[3314] the Arch. Yes, he said. He’s gone. He died on Monday, poor fellow.

[3337] He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:

[3351] —My wife too, he said. She’s going to sing at a swagger affair in

[3372] —O, well, he said. That’s good news.

[3374] He moved to go.

[3376] —Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.

[3404] he hear the difference? Think he’s that way inclined a bit. Against

[3409] Wonder is he pimping after me?

[3413] Summer Sale. No, he’s going on straight. Hello. Leah tonight. Mrs

[3415] night. Male impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia committed

[3416] suicide. Poor papa! How he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that. Outside

[3419] right name is? By Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it? No. The scene he was

[3437] He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing

[3438] teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet

[3446] He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he

[3449] He passed the cabman’s shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies.

[3452] syllables as they pass. He hummed:

[3456] He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in

[3458] Ruins and tenements. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court

[3464] school. She liked mignonette. Mrs Ellis’s. And Mr? He opened the

[3493] He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell

[3496] walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and

[3500] perfume. Having read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it

[3511] Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.

[3512] Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:

[3529] faked for money. He is sitting in their house, talking. Mysterious. Also

[3541] Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly

[3563] He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the porch

[3564] he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again

[3570] conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious. The

[3580] He’s not going out in bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to

[3581] baptise blacks, is he? The glasses would take their fancy, flashing.

[3585] The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps,

[3593] holding the thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a

[3603] He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle, one by

[3604] one, and seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in

[3621] He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel an

[3623] affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn’t know

[3632] invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion

[3641] The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs

[3642] smartly. Wine. Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank

[3651] Who has the organ here I wonder? Old Glynn he knew how to make that

[3652] instrument talk, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say he had in

[3673] He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about and

[3677] and he sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the

[3678] altar, holding the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered

[3702] witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.

[3720] He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all the

[3725] south. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through

[3726] the main door into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by the cold

[3730] mourning myself. He covered himself. How goes the time? Quarter past.

[3737] He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the other

[3741] have been or the second. O, he can look it up in the prescriptions book.

[3743] The chemist turned back page after page. Sandy shrivelled smell he seems

[3749] Smell almost cure you like the dentist’s doorbell. Doctor Whack. He

[3762] He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the

[3771] —And white wax also, he said.

[3797] —I’ll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.

[3804] He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit, the

[3813] younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.

[3822] He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.

[3823] Barber’s itch. Tight collar he’ll lose his hair. Better leave him

[3843] —I’ll risk it, he said. Here, thanks.

[3845] He sped off towards Conway’s corner. God speed scut.

[3854] He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you of a

[3855] mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He

[3876] He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of

[3877] warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his

6. Hades

[3904] Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to

[3905] after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight. He passed an arm

[3911] Huggermugger in corners. Slop about in slipperslappers for fear he’d

[3933] —What way is he taking us? Mr Power asked through both windows.

[3939] —That’s a fine old custom, he said. I am glad to see it has not died

[3947] —There’s a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.

[3953] —Where is he? Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across.

[3962] —No, Mr Bloom said. He was alone.

[3971] Richie Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding, Collis and Ward he calls

[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.

[3979] —He’s in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan

[3986] He cried above the clatter of the wheels:

[3992] He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power’s

[3994] Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to hand

[4020] —He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn’t that squint troubling him.

[4023] He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away

[4026] —What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?

[4044] —After all, he said, it’s the most natural thing in the world.

[4049] —Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He’s behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.

[4055] —I met M’Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he’d try to

[4068] —The grand canal, he said.

[4076] dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men’s

[4079] A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of shower

[4083] —The weather is changing, he said quietly.

[4093] —It’s as uncertain as a child’s bottom, he said.

[4100] —Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said. And Paddy Leonard taking

[4110] —Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He’s dead nuts on that. And the

[4137] in the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry

[4163] He’s coming in the afternoon. Her songs.

[4165] Plasto’s. Sir Philip Crampton’s memorial fountain bust. Who was he?

[4170] —He doesn’t see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?

[4174] —Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.

[4192] He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant

[4228] Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume street.

[4243] he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it told me,

[4253] —Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.

[4270] His eyes met Mr Bloom’s eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:

[4286] —There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined

[4292] —Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he

[4295] —Drown Barabbas! Mr Dedalus cried. I wish to Christ he did!

[4307] —For God’s sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?

[4309] —Dead! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he! A boatman got a pole and

[4310] fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the

[4320] —O, he did, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.

[4336] —Ah then indeed, he said, poor little Paddy wouldn’t grudge us a

[4337] laugh. Many a good one he told himself.

[4341] he was in his usual health that I’d be driving after him like this.

[4342] He’s gone from us.

[4344] —As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said. He went

[4349] He tapped his chest sadly.

[4352] Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent

[4357] —He had a sudden death, poor fellow, he said.

[4363] —No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.

[4408] large eyes. Looking away now. Sympathetic human man he is. Intelligent.

[4413] clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that awful drunkard of a wife

[4418] that night Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and

[4424] He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.

[4429] hairy. Boots giving evidence. Thought he was asleep first. Then saw like

[4440] —God grant he doesn’t upset us on the road, Mr Power said.

[4449] here seen Kelly? Kay ee double ell wy. Dead March from Saul. He’s

[4450] as bad as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette! The Mater

[4456] that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He’s gone over to the

[4530] But suppose now it did happen. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in

[4531] the knocking about? He would and he wouldn’t, I suppose. Depends on

[4544] Their eyes watched him. On the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his

[4553] down lock by lock to Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He

[4584] —That is where Childs was murdered, he said. The last house.

[4614] his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus followed.

[4618] pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his

[4627] He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed, Hynes

[4629] out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.

[4637] Coffin now. Got here before us, dead as he is. Horse looking round at it

[4665] Queen’s hotel in Ennis. You heard him say he was going to Clare.

[4670] He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes followed

[4673] —Was he insured? Mr Bloom asked.

[4678] —How many children did he leave?

[4680] —Five. Ned Lambert says he’ll try to get one of the girls into

[4691] He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had

[4725] is behind. He put down his name for a quid.

[4727] —I’ll engage he did, Mr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he

[4730] —How did he lose it? Ned Lambert asked. Liquor, what?

[4736] slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. Poor boy! Was he there

[4738] and recognise for the last time. All he might have done. I owe three

[4739] shillings to O’Grady. Would he understand? The mutes bore the coffin

[4742] After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened

[4748] from his pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black

[4760] about the muzzle he looks. Bosses the show. Muscular christian. Woe

[4762] sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on

[4783] bucket and shook it over the coffin. Then he walked to the other end and

[4784] shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in the bucket. As you

[4785] were before you rested. It’s all written down: he has to do it.

[4793] Holy water that was, I expect. Shaking sleep out of it. He must be fed

[4795] What harm if he could see what he was shaking it over. Every mortal

[4798] with little sparrows’ breasts. All the year round he prayed the same

[4804] Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over

[4805] everybody. Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to say something.

[4812] folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the ground

[4823] —He’s at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O’.

[4828] stretched beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.

[4830] Breaking down, he began to weep to himself quietly, stumbling a little

[4833] —She’s better where she is, he said kindly.

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

[4878] forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day!

[4885] —Everything went off A1, he said. What?

[4887] He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman’s shoulders. With

[4901] —Bloom, he said, Madame Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the

[4909] He looked behind through the others.

[4911] —What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn’t he in the stationery

[4916] —Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely’s. A traveller for

[4922] —Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.

[4929] —John O’Connell, Mr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.

[4938] Saluting Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton he walked on at Martin

[4941] —Did you hear that one, he asked them, about Mulcahy from the Coombe?

[4949] —They tell the story, he said, that two drunks came out here one foggy

[4951] Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After

[4956] The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He

[4960] the man, says he. That’s not Mulcahy, says he, whoever done it.

[4962] Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleher, accepting

[4963] the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he walked.

[4981] among the grey. Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to

[4986] I suppose who is this used to say he was a queer breedy man great

[4998] children he has anyway.

[5000] He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field

[5004] honeycombed the ground must be: oblong cells. And very neat he keeps it

[5025] seaside gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of

[5026] power seeing all the others go under first. Wonder how he looks at life.

[5048] Burying him. We come to bury Cæsar. His ides of March or June. He

[5050] over there in the macintosh? Now who is he I’d like to know? Now

[5051] I’d give a trifle to know who he is. Always someone turns up you never

[5052] dreamt of. A fellow could live on his lonesome all his life. Yes, he

[5053] could. Still he’d have to get someone to sod him after he died though

[5054] he could dig his own grave. We all do. Only man buries. No, ants too.

[5073] Death’s number. Where the deuce did he pop out of? He wasn’t in the

[5077] one like that when we lived in Lombard street west. Dressy fellow he was

[5079] mine turned by Mesias. Hello. It’s dyed. His wife I forgot he’s not

[5104] on the floor since he’s doomed. Devil in that picture of sinner’s

[5106] of Lucia. Shall I nevermore behold thee? Bam! He expires. Gone at last.

[5115] Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself? They say you do when

[5121] on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all

[5122] the time? Whew! By jingo, that would be awful! No, no: he is dead, of

[5123] course. Of course he is dead. Monday he died. They ought to have

[5134] way deftly through the maze of graves. Quietly, sure of his ground, he

[5137] Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he

[5144] too. He asked me to.

[5146] —Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the Freeman once.

[5148] So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne. Good

[5150] He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few ads.

[5151] Charley, you’re my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well, does

[5158] He looked around.

[5160] —Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now?

[5162] —M’Intosh, Hynes said scribbling. I don’t know who he is. Is that

[5165] He moved away, looking about him.

[5169] Didn’t hear. What? Where has he disappeared to? Not a sign. Well of

[5177] He stepped aside nimbly.

[5202] —Some say he is not in that grave at all. That the coffin was filled

[5203] with stones. That one day he will come again.

[5207] —Parnell will never come again, he said. He’s there, all that was

[5216] be at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of

[5243] of fruit but he said no because they ought to have been afraid of the

[5260] He looked down intently into a stone crypt. Some animal. Wait. There he

[5264] pebbles. An old stager: greatgrandfather: he knows the ropes. The grey

[5269] buried here by torchlight, wasn’t he? Making his rounds.

[5286] before he’s well dead. Got wind of Dignam. They wouldn’t care about

[5310] Pure fluke of mine: the bias. Why he took such a rooted dislike to me.

[5327] the nap with care on his coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head

[5334] —Thank you, he said shortly.

7. Aeolus

[5400] —Of course, if he wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind

[5453] —Well, he is one of our saviours also.

[5455] A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he passed

[5457] along the now reverberating boards. But will he save the circulation?

[5460] He pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn

[5461] packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards

[5478] Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country. Member for

[5479] College green. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was worth.

[5493] The machines clanked in threefour time. Thump, thump, thump. Now if he

[5503] and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over the

[5510] —If you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunch, he said,

[5519] He hurried on eagerly towards the Freeman’s Journal.

[5527] —Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you

[5532] —He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.

[5536] —But wait, Mr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He

[5539] Hell of a racket they make. He doesn’t hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.

[5540] Maybe he understands what I.

[5549] Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the cross he had made, saw the

[5550] foreman’s sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond

[5555] Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew

[5565] —You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the

[5577] he didn’t know only make it awkward for him. Better not.

[5581] —I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a

[5588] —We can do that, he said. Let him give us a three months’ renewal.

[5590] A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it

[5603] I should have said when he clapped on his topper. Thank you. I ought

[5620] He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.

[5630] —Then I’ll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you’ll give

[5643] He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled,

[5644] aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must have put

[5653] He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.

[5654] Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice

[5661] butcher. And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the

[5664] else. That’s what life is after all. How quickly he does that job.

[5674] He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over those

[5679] He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ah, the soap

[5681] he took out the soap and stowed it away, buttoned, into the hip pocket

[5691] He entered softly.

[5710] giants of the forest. What about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe

[5725] He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and,

[5729] Rather upsets a man’s day, a funeral does. He has influence they

[5734] Eyre Chatterton. Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on

[5735] gale days. Windfall when he kicks out. Alleluia.

[5757] —But listen to this, he said.

[5766] —I beg yours, he said.

[5782] Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap.

[5793] —Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He’s in

[5802] like the statue in Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for the

[5819] —Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he

[5830] —The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.

[5838] He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy

[5845] —Doughy Daw! he cried.

[5850] cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn’t he? Why they

[5892] Passing out he whispered to J. J. O’Molloy:

[5903] He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking

[5911] —Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an

[5914] He went in.

[5922] —Good day, Myles, J. J. O’Molloy said, letting the pages he held

[5933] —Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O.

[5936] He tossed the tissues on to the table.

[5953] Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor, grunting as he

[5959] He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.

[5965] He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.

[5977] The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and bumped

[5988] He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:

[5994] He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J. J. O’Molloy

[6004] this ad of Keyes’s. Want to fix it up. They tell me he’s round there

[6007] He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who,

[6011] —Begone! he said. The world is before you.

[6018] —He’ll get that advertisement, the professor said, staring through

[6034] He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding feet

[6046] He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his

[6048] air and against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.

[6050] —He’s pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.

[6058] He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan

[6064] The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow. He

[6073] He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him

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

[6092] He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing:

[6098] which he set his foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal

[6099] obsession. He gazed about him in his toga and he said: It is meet to be

[6118] the hallway. Stephen Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered.

[6144] —That old pelters, the editor said. Who tore it? Was he short taken?

[6148] He comes, pale vampire,

[6168] —Is he a widower? Stephen asked.

[6177] —The moot point is did he forget it, J. J. O’Molloy said quietly,

[6182] —And if not? he said.

[6202] —The Greek! he said again. Kyrios! Shining word! The vowels the Semite

[6212] He strode away from them towards the window.

[6220] He whispered then near Stephen’s ear:

[6226] As he mostly sees double

[6233] —That’ll be all right, he said. I’ll read the rest after.

[6238] —But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railwayline?

[6246] He poked Mr O’Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O’Madden Burke

[6249] —Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.

[6257] —Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.

[6281] —Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a

[6288] —I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite

[6302] —He wants you for the pressgang, J. J. O’Molloy said.

[6308] used to say when he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the

[6310] know how he made his mark? I’ll tell you. That was the smartest piece

[6315] He pushed past them to the files.

[6317] —Look at here, he said turning. The New York World cabled for a

[6326] —Skin-the-Goat, Mr O’Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that

[6332] —And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for

[6337] —Gumley? he said. You don’t say so? A friend of my father’s, is

[6345] He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.

[6364] illstarched dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back

[6376] —Bloom is at the telephone, he said.

[6402] Now he’s got in with Blumenfeld. That’s press. That’s talent.

[6403] Pyatt! He was all their daddies!

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

[6413] He flung the pages down.

[6421] —Talking about the invincibles, he said, did you see that some hawkers

[6449] He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose,

[6461] —My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false

[6480] —Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it

[6483] —He would have been on the bench long ago, the professor said, only

[6494] By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the other

[6501] —He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O’Molloy said, of Roman

[6503] And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the vatican.

[6523] —He said of it: that stony effigy in frozen music, horned and

[6537] Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed. He

[6552] been pulling A. E.’s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale,

[6555] Speaking about me. What did he say? What did he say? What did he say

[6565] He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:

[6570] —He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O’Molloy said, rumour has it,

[6573] —He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child’s

[6582] He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised

[6589] In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O’Molloy:

[6591] —Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sickbed. That he

[6594] beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he

[6595] looked (though he was not) a dying man.

[6600] withering hair. Still seeking, he said:

[6605] He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more.

[6608] He began:

[6654] A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it

[6658] accepted that view of life, had he bowed his head and bowed his will

[6659] and bowed his spirit before that arrogant admonition he would never have

[6661] the pillar of the cloud by day. He would never have spoken with the

[6666] He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence.

[6672] —And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.

[6701] He led the way, admonishing:

[6714] He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.

[6719] He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.

[6727] He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him.

[6747] Another newsboy shot past them, yelling as he ran:

[6798] He turned.

[6807] He set off again to walk by Stephen’s side.

[6811] —Yes, he said. I see them.

[6830] just now. He’ll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he’ll

[6831] see. But he wants a par to call attention in the Telegraph too, the

[6832] Saturday pink. And he wants it copied if it’s not too late I told

[6835] It’s a play on the name. But he practically promised he’d give

[6836] the renewal. But he wants just a little puff. What will I tell him, Mr

[6841] —Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Myles Crawford said throwing

[6847] today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in

[6848] muck somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown?

[6851] suppose it’s worth a short par. He’d give the ad, I think. I’ll

[6856] —He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his

[6857] shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him.

[6859] While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on

[6864] —Nulla bona, Jack, he said, raising his hand to his chin. I’m up to

[6909] He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O’Madden

[6918] Gorgias, the sophist. It is said of him that none could tell if he were

[6919] bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble

[6920] and a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of

[6952] He laughed richly.

[6954] —I see, he said again with new pleasure. Moses and the promised land.

[6955] We gave him that idea, he added to J. J. O’Molloy.

[6964] He halted on sir John Gray’s pavement island and peered aloft at

[6970] —Onehandled adulterer, he said smiling grimly. That tickles me, I must

8. Lestrygonians

[7018] From Butler’s monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor’s

[7022] mother goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That’s

[7028] collation for fear he’d collapse on the altar. A housekeeper of one of

[7038] As he set foot on O’Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from

[7046] Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt

[7049] eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It’s the droll way he comes out with the

[7054] He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo feet

[7076] He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for

[7081] Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his

[7099] Good idea that. Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation. How can you

[7110] If he...?

[7118] No, no. I don’t believe it. He wouldn’t surely?

[7133] barreltone voice. He has legs like barrels and you’d think he was

[7136] an albatross. Get outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at

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

[7144] his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our

[7153] too. Curiosity. Pillar of salt. Wouldn’t have it of course because he

[7174] He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. Rover

[7178] ago: ninetyfour he died yes that’s right the big fire at Arnott’s.

[7195] daguerreotype atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste.

[7197] He walked along the curbstone.

[7200] squinting in when he passed? Weak eyes, woman. Stopped in Citron’s

[7203] if he couldn’t remember the dayfather’s name that he sees every day.

[7211] or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music

[7252] Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who’s dead, when and what did he

[7259] —Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly,

[7275] —O, don’t be talking! she said. He’s a caution to rattlesnakes.

[7276] He’s in there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He

[7294] —There must be a new moon out, she said. He’s always bad then. Do

[7295] you know what he did last night?

[7304] —Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.

[7314] —Read that, she said. He got it this morning.

[7319] shame for them whoever he is.

[7325] —And now he’s going round to Mr Menton’s office. He’s going to

[7326] take an action for ten thousand pounds, he says.

[7338] He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent.

[7370] —I’m sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days! That’s

[7386] —Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts.

[7389] —Who is he if it’s a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?

[7394] —He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these

[7399] —There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to

[7404] He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis Breen

[7407] times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust

[7408] his dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke

[7415] days. Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world.

[7424] He passed the Irish Times. There might be other answers lying there.

[7466] annuals he presents her with. Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers

[7472] He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at

[7476] He walked on past Bolton’s Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot

[7486] woman that lived in a shoe she had so many children. Suppose he was

[7526] He crossed under Tommy Moore’s roguish finger. They did right to put

[7532] He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle. Jack

[7537] his degree in Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His

[7539] presence of mind to dive into Manning’s or I was souped. He did come

[7544] he’s in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Wheels within wheels. Police

[7545] whistle in my ears still. All skedaddled. Why he fixed on me. Give me in

[7559] Never know who you’re talking to. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey Duff in

[7581] James Stephens’ idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so

[7588] squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about

[7601] His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly,

[7614] Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets

[7635] There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that’s a

[7638] corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal’s

[7639] uniform since he got the job. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on

[7642] pain. Great man’s brother: his brother’s brother. He’d look nice

[7661] And there he is too. Now that’s really a coincidence: second time.

[7665] Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world

[7690] He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates

[7706] He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right

[7735] He went on by la maison Claire.

[7739] She was humming. The young May moon she’s beaming, love. He other side

[7740] of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm’s la-amp is gleaming, love. Touch.

[7760] hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere. The harp

[7777] He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Cascades

[7786] He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today

[7801] Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he

[7806] He turned Combridge’s corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds.

[7821] His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink

[7835] Bitten off more than he can chew. Am I like that? See ourselves as

[7839] he was eating. Something galoptious. Saint Patrick converted him to

[7857] He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of

[7884] He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne’s.

[7893] He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street. Eat

[7930] He entered Davy Byrne’s. Moral pub. He doesn’t chat. Stands a drink

[7933] What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?

[8003] He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Their lives. I have it.

[8006] —Getting it up? he said. Well, it’s like a company idea, you see.

[8013] A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom’s heart. He

[8022] He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to

[8025] —Yes, he said. He’s the organiser in point of fact.

[8031] —He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over

[8033] barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he

[8072] He’s giving Sceptre today. Zinfandel’s the favourite, Lord Howard de

[8078] He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned

[8084] cap. Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O’Gaunt. He put me off

[8087] He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the

[8090] —Ay, he said, sighing.

[8093] Will I tell him that horse Lenehan? He knows already. Better let him

[8095] Cold nose he’d have kissing a woman. Still they might like. Prickly

[8118] on the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this morning. Was he

[8119] oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has

[8147] think he was painting the landscape with his mouth twisted. Moooikill A

[8193] do there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and

[8199] —What is this he is? Isn’t he in the insurance line?

[8201] —He’s out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for

[8204] —I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?

[8208] —I noticed he was in mourning.

[8210] —Was he? Nosey Flynn said. So he was, faith. I asked him how was all

[8211] at home. You’re right, by God. So he was.

[8218] before yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse

[8223] —And is he doing for the Freeman? Davy Byrne said.

[8227] —He doesn’t buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of

[8232] Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He

[8235] —He’s in the craft, he said.

[8240] He’s an excellent brother. Light, life and love, by God. They give him

[8260] —And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here

[8266] thing he does he outs with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe.

[8267] Declare to God he does.

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

[8272] —He’s not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He’s been

[8274] O, Bloom has his good points. But there’s one thing he’ll never do.

[8307] —Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said.

[8313] —Lord love a duck, he said. Look at what I’m standing drinks to!

[8315] leg. He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead

[8323] —That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking.

[8365] He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:

[8417] The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He

[8435] He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to

[8448] Wonder if he has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse’s legs:

[8462] tweed. Poor young fellow! How on earth did he know that van was there?

[8465] would he feel it if something was removed. Feel a gap. Queer idea of

[8466] Dublin he must have, tapping his way round by the stones. Could he

[8467] walk in a beeline if he hadn’t that cane? Bloodless pious face like a

[8474] deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say.

[8488] mind’s eye. The voice, temperatures: when he touches her with his

[8498] With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above

[8501] The belly is the smoothest. No-one about. There he goes into Frederick

[8505] Walking by Doran’s publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat

[8510] He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.

[8513] he have, not seeing? Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being

[8523] bluecoat school. I sentenced him to ten years. I suppose he’d turn up

[8528] devil on moneylenders. Gave Reuben J a great strawcalling. Now he’s

[8543] His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved to

[8549] Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes.

[8571] He thrust back quick Agendath.

9. Scylla and Charybdis

[8599] He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step

[8605] —Directly, said he, creaking to go, albeit lingering. The beautiful

[8610] Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. Bald, most zealous by the door

[8611] he gave his large ear all to the attendant’s words: heard them: and

[8621] Satan he calls it.

[8625] First he tickled her

[8626] Then he patted her

[8627] Then he passed the female catheter

[8628] For he was a medical

[8634] the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an ollav, holyeyed. He laughed

[8640] He holds my follies hostage.

[8645] of the glen he cooees for them. My soul’s youth I gave him, night by

[8675] He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.

[8694] Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with

[8719] —Haines is gone, he said.

[8721] —Is he?

[8723] —I was showing him Jubainville’s book. He’s quite enthusiastic,

[8725] bring him in to hear the discussion. He’s gone to Gill’s to buy it.

[8747] —Mallarmé, don’t you know, he said, has written those wonderful

[8749] Hamlet. He says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don’t

[8750] you know, reading the book of himself. He describes Hamlet given in a

[8759] He repeated to John Eglinton’s newgathered frown:

[8768] —Yes, I suppose it would be, he said. Excellent people, no doubt, but

[8774] for nothing was he a butcher’s son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and

[8786] —He will have it that Hamlet is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said for

[8787] Mr Best’s behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our

[8815] walks by the swanmews along the riverbank. But he does not stay to feed

[8825] order to play the part of the spectre. He speaks the words to Burbage,

[8831] bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince,

[8837] to his own son’s name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been

[8839] that he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those

[8859] How now, sirrah, that pound he lent you when you were hungry?

[8880] Steady on. He’s from beyant Boyne water. The northeast corner. You owe

[8906] when he lay on his deathbed.

[8916] —The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got

[8917] out of it as quickly and as best he could.

[8930] thoughts into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (absit

[8942] —He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory.

[8943] He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling

[8950] eyes in the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all

[8951] Warwickshire to lie withal? Good: he left her and gained the world

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

[8967] He murmured then with blond delight for all:

[8991] to pawn. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an Aztec

[8995] i’the eyes, their pineal glands aglow. Filled with his god, he

[9007] Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces,

[9021] Longworth will give it a good puff in the Express. O, will he? I liked

[9022] Colum’s Drover. Yes, I think he has that queer thing genius. Do you

[9023] think he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: As in wild earth a

[9024] Grecian vase. Did he? I hope you’ll be able to come tonight. Malachi

[9030] in Dublin. With a saffron kilt? O’Neill Russell? O, yes, he must speak

[9041] —O, yes. If he considers it important it will go in. We have so much

[9058] He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a

[9063] Alarmed face asks me. Why did he come? Courtesy or an inward light?

[9072] he won to him, tender people, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices,

[9087] Here he ponders things that were not: what Cæsar would have lived to do

[9088] had he believed the soothsayer: what might have been: possibilities of

[9090] he lived among women.

[9100] —Certainly, John Eglinton mused, of all great men he is the most

[9101] enigmatic. We know nothing but that he lived and suffered. Not even so

[9109] He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his

[9142] Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.

[9148] —If that were the birthmark of genius, he said, genius would be a

[9184] —Does he? What does Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver

[9190] Will any man love the daughter if he has not loved the mother?

[9195] —Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth

[9204] The images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in

[9213] he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the

[9219] Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk’s egg,

[9222] He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Dost love, Miriam? Dost

[9227] you will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a

[9229] girlhood, a lordling to woo for him? He was himself a lord of language

[9230] and had made himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written Romeo

[9231] and Juliet. Why? Belief in himself has been untimely killed. He was

[9232] overborne in a cornfield first (ryefield, I should say) and he will

[9249] were he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. That is why the

[9251] Ravisher and ravished, what he would but would not, go with him from

[9253] its mole cinquespotted. He goes back, weary of the creation he has

[9255] because loss is his gain, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished

[9256] personality, untaught by the wisdom he has written or by the laws he

[9257] has revealed. His beaver is up. He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind

[9271] —You were speaking of the gaseous vertebrate, if I mistake not? he

[9274] Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a bauble.

[9280] He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself,

[9290] He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers! Bells with bells with bells

[9297] He smiled on all sides equally.

[9301] —Shakespeare? he said. I seem to know the name.

[9305] —To be sure, he said, remembering brightly. The chap that writes like

[9310] —Haines missed you, he said. Did you meet him? He’ll see you after

[9311] at the D. B. C. He’s gone to Gill’s to buy Hyde’s Lovesongs of

[9314] —I came through the museum, Buck Mulligan said. Was he here?

[9320] an Irishman? Judge Barton, I believe, is searching for some clues. He

[9324] lifting his brilliant notebook. That Portrait of Mr W. H. where he

[9333] hues, the colour, but it’s so typical the way he works it out. It’s

[9336] His glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled, a blond ephebe.

[9346] Wit. You would give your five wits for youth’s proud livery he pranks

[9355] The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.

[9360] wagging, he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket. His

[9363] —Telegram! he said. Wonderful inspiration! Telegram! A papal bull!

[9365] He sat on a corner of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully:

[9367] —The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the

[9374] Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a

[9380] he limp with leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in

[9383] He wailed:

[9393] —The tramper Synge is looking for you, he said, to murder you. He

[9394] heard you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He’s out in pampooties

[9402] —Murder you! he laughed.

[9406] palabras. Oisin with Patrick. Faunman he met in Clamart woods,

[9408] image, wandering, he met. I mine. I met a fool i’the forest.

[9417] and offering a card. From the Freeman. He wants to see the files of the

[9422] He took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked,

[9425] —Is he?... O, there!

[9427] Brisk in a galliard he was off, out. In the daylit corridor he talked

[9441] Voluble, dutiful, he led the way to all the provincial papers, a bowing

[9448] He jumped up and snatched the card.

[9452] He rattled on:

[9459] Suddenly he turned to Stephen:

[9461] —He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker

[9473] years he lived in London and, during part of that time, he drew a salary

[9480] underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba. Twenty years he dallied

[9507] he walks, greyedauburn. An azured harebell like her veins. Lids of

[9508] Juno’s eyes, violets. He walks. One life is all. One body. Do. But do.

[9513] —Whom do you suspect? he challenged.

[9515] —Say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets. Once spurned twice

[9520] —As an Englishman, you mean, John sturdy Eglinton put in, he loved a

[9525] —It seems so, Stephen said, when he wants to do for him, and for all

[9527] stallion. Maybe, like Socrates, he had a midwife to mother as he had a

[9535] —The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said frowning. If you

[9536] deny that in the fifth scene of Hamlet he has branded her with infamy

[9540] poor dear Willun, when he went and died on her, raging that he was the

[9545] O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in

[9548] he has commended her to posterity.

[9550] He faced their silence.

[9560] And therefore he left out her name

[9561] From the first draft but he did not leave out

[9564] And in London. And therefore when he was urged,

[9566] He left her his

[9583] —He was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said, with a coat of arms

[9585] shareholder, a bill promoter, a tithefarmer. Why did he not leave her

[9586] his best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in

[9604] —Do you mean he died so? Mr Best asked with slight concern. I mean...

[9606] —He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan capped. A quart of ale is a dish

[9614] —Lovely! Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. I asked him what he thought

[9615] of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard. He lifted his

[9631] —And the sense of property, Stephen said. He drew Shylock out of his

[9632] own long pocket. The son of a maltjobber and moneylender he was himself

[9636] He sued a fellowplayer for the price of a few bags of malt and exacted

[9656] —Prove that he was a jew, John Eglinton dared, expectantly. Your dean

[9657] of studies holds he was a holy Roman.

[9661] —He was made in Germany, Stephen replied, as the champion French

[9674] There he keened a wailing rune.

[9684] wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the

[9692] to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts will hold

[9693] tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his

[9715] which bed he slept it skills not to ask) and heard she had a soul. She

[9730] Lean, he lay back. Shy, deny thy kindred, the unco guid. Shy, supping

[9731] with the godless, he sneaks the cup. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade

[9733] gentleman to see you. Me? Says he’s your father, sir. Give me my

[9738] Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower.

[9745] evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father’s

[9746] death. If you hold that he, a greying man with two marriageable

[9751] night. From hour to hour it rots and rots. He rests, disarmed

[9762] that any son should love him or he any son?

[9777] unborn mars beauty: born, he brings pain, divides affection, increases

[9778] care. He is a new male: his growth is his father’s decline, his youth

[9794] of the same name in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was not the

[9795] father of his own son merely but, being no more a son, he was and felt

[9809] He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.

[9828] I you he they.

[9832] STEPHEN: He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his

[9833] old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer

[9834] one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter

[9836] sausage filled Gilbert’s soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a

[9859] QUAKERLYSTER: (A tempo) But he that filches from me my good name...

[9861] STEPHEN: (Stringendo) He has hidden his own name, a fair name, William,

[9863] set his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in the

[9865] is dear to him, as dear as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a bend

[9874] he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from

[9879] Don’t tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched.

[9923] —I should like to know, he said, which brother you... I understand you

[9927] He caught himself in the act: looked at all: refrained.

[9935] Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.

[9939] —Come, he said. Let us hear what you have to say of Richard and

[9959] he took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others?

[9971] Que voulez-vous? Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and

[9982] It repeats itself again when he is near the grave, when his married

[9987] committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between the

[9991] in the world he has created, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice in As you

[9995] He laughed to free his mind from his mind’s bondage.

[9999] —The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He

[10002] —He is, Stephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act

[10003] five. All in all. In Cymbeline, in Othello he is bawd and cuckold. He

[10004] acts and is acted on. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like José he

[10016] —Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said. He returns

[10017] after a life of absence to that spot of earth where he was born, where

[10018] he has always been, man and boy, a silent witness and there, his journey

[10019] of life ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The

[10027] where the bad niggers go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without

[10029] If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his

[10034] the folio of this world and wrote it badly (He gave us light first and

[10044] Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton’s

[10047] —May I? he said. The Lord has spoken to Malachi.

[10049] He began to scribble on a slip of paper.

[10056] He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor.

[10072] —Well, in that case, he said, I don’t see why you should expect

[10076] believes that the secret is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is

[10079] he believes his theory.

[10089] Fraidrine. Two pieces of silver he lent me. Tide you over. Economics.

[10101] He broke away.

[10117] —Monsieur Moore, he said, lecturer on French letters to the youth of

[10121] Laughing, he...

[10161] He spluttered to the air:

[10168] He spat blank.

[10170] Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him. And

[10176] The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling,

[10179] Eh... I just eh... wanted... I forgot... he...

[10204] —Longworth is awfully sick, he said, after what you wrote about that

[10209] He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:

[10214] He stopped at the stairfoot.

[10216] —I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.

[10229] He turned a happy patch’s smirk to Stephen, saying:

[10233] He read, marcato:

[10246] He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking on, followed by Stephen:

[10247] and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men:

[10256] About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.

[10272] after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see.

[10275] you see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee,

10. Wandering Rocks

[10307] in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to

[10314] crutches, growled some notes. He jerked short before the convent of the

[10317] purse held, he knew, one silver crown.

[10319] Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. He thought, but not for long,

[10322] words: If I had served my God as I have served my king He would not have

[10323] abandoned me in my old days. He walked by the treeshade of sunnywinking

[10328] Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed. He would go to Buxton

[10337] Iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M.P.

[10338] Yes, he would certainly call.

[10342] Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled, as he took leave, at the

[10344] in going. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste.

[10346] Father Conmee walked and, walking, smiled for he thought on Father

[10351] A zealous man, however. Really he was. And really did great good in his

[10352] way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the Irish.

[10355] O, lest he forget. That letter to father provincial.

[10366] —But mind you don’t post yourself into the box, little man, he said.

[10382] deportment most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady

[10392] think that she was a pawnbroker! Well, now! Such a... what should he

[10397] speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say

[10409] Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint

[10420] from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. He passed Grogan’s

[10430] Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade

[10452] he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.

[10457] Passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket inspector usually

[10469] Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also that

[10520] women did. Only God knew and she and he, her husband’s brother.

[10525] Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. He was humane and

[10526] honoured there. He bore in mind secrets confessed and he smiled at

[10540] Clongowes field. He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard

[10542] evening. He was their rector: his reign was mild.

[10547] Nones. He should have read that before lunch. But lady Maxwell had come.

[10552] He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till he

[10566] at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself erect,

[10568] furnishings. Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came

[10569] to the doorway. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes

[10589] —What’s the best news? he asked.

[10596] street. Towards Larry O’Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he

[10601] He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted

[10614] He halted and growled angrily:

[10621] He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head

[10713] —Put these in first, will you? he said.

[10729] He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from

[10747] —Send it at once, will you? he said. It’s for an invalid.

[10753] —What’s the damage? he asked.

[10757] Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He took

[10760] —This for me? he asked gallantly.

[10772] —May I say a word to your telephone, missy? he asked roguishly.

[10776] He gazed over Stephen’s shoulder at Goldsmith’s knobby poll.

[10813] trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted,

[10821] Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion?

[10841] all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he

[10854] Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he’ll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes,

[10884] —He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said, if my memory

[10896] In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled

[10911] He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away among

[10912] the pillars. With J. J. O’Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary’s

[10916] He stood to read the card in his hand.

[10919] Michael’s, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He’s writing a book about

[10920] the Fitzgeralds he told me. He’s well up in history, faith.

[10929] —God! he cried. I forgot to tell him that one about the earl of

[10930] Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. You know that one? I’m

[10931] bloody sorry I did it, says he, but I declare to God I thought the

[10932] archbishop was inside. He mightn’t like it, though. What? God, I’ll

[10936] The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He

[10941] He turned to J. J. O’Molloy and asked:

[10945] With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and, after an

[10948] —Chow! he said. Blast you!

[10955] He held his handkerchief ready for the coming...

[10960] Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his

[10963] —See? he said. Say it’s turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.

[10965] He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groove, wobbled

[10975] —See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.

[10978] He showed them the rising column of disks on the right.

[10985] He slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop:

[10997] —But how does it work here, Tommy? he asked.

[11001] He followed M’Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.

[11003] —He’s a hero, he said simply.

[11016] vest and all, with the rope round him. And be damned but he got the rope

[11019] —The act of a hero, he said.

[11024] —This way, he said, walking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam’s

[11031] —After three, he said. Who’s riding her?

[11035] While he waited in Temple bar M’Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle

[11049] —There he is, Lenehan said.

[11051] —Wonder what he’s buying, M’Coy said, glancing behind.

[11055] —He’s dead nuts on sales, M’Coy said. I was with him one day and

[11056] he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. There

[11062] —I’ll tell you a damn good one about comets’ tails, he said. Come

[11084] He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.

[11086] —But wait till I tell you, he said. Delahunt of Camden street had the

[11096] —But wait till I tell you, he said. We had a midnight lunch too after

[11106] He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning:

[11111] His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his eyes tight in

[11114] —The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She’s a

[11118] I was lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At

[11122] God, he wasn’t far wide of the mark.

[11126] —I’m weak, he gasped.

[11129] Lenehan walked on again. He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his

[11130] hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M’Coy.

[11132] —He’s a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He’s

[11143] He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: Tales of the Ghetto

[11146] —That I had, he said, pushing it by.

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

[11153] He bent to make a bundle of the other books, hugged them against his

[11162] He opened it. Thought so.

[11168] He read the other title: Sweets of Sin. More in her line. Let us see.

[11170] He read where his finger opened.

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

[11208] reddened face, coughing. He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the

[11209] floor. He put his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it,

[11214] Mastering his troubled breath, he said:

[11220] —Sweets of Sin, he said, tapping on it. That’s a good one.

[11239] He halted near his daughter.

[11250] —Stand up straight, girl, he said. You’ll get curvature of the

[11253] He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his shoulders

[11269] Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked, walked boldly along

[11277] He handed her a shilling.

[11279] —See if you can do anything with that, he said.

[11287] care if I was stretched out stiff. He’s dead. The man upstairs is

[11290] He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.

[11292] —Well, what is it? he said, stopping.

[11307] —Watch him, he said. It’s instructive. I wonder will he allow us to

[11317] He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously.

[11323] —I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O’Connell

[11331] He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.

[11347] the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James’s

[11383] bank, gave me a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if he

[11396] Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy

[11398] Lambert’s brother over the way, Sam? What? Yes. He’s as like it as

[11413] Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan’s? Or no, there was a

[11501] He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.

[11548] He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal’s French primer.

[11550] —What did you buy that for? he asked. To learn French?

[11590] just waiting for Ben Dollard. He’s going to say a word to long John to

[11593] He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in

[11596] —I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He’s always

[11599] He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.

[11601] —There he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets.

[11604] crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards

[11607] As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:

[11614] Dollard’s figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he

[11622] He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy clothes

[11628] God he’s not paid yet.

[11638] —Aw! he said.

[11644] He turned to both.

[11656] —Come along with me to the subsheriff’s office, he said. I want to

[11657] show you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He’s a cross between

[11658] Lobengula and Lynchehaun. He’s well worth seeing, mind you. Come

[11666] of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the

[11669] —What few days? he boomed. Hasn’t your landlord distrained for rent?

[11671] —He has, Father Cowley said.

[11677] —That’s right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He’s a

[11680] —You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard said, that he can put that

[11683] He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.

[11685] —Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his

[11695] He signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on

[11728] —I’ll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.

[11754] The tall form of long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.

[11759] Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay

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

[11767] about their damned Irish language. Where was the marshal, he wanted

[11784] —O, my corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness’ sake

[11787] Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning’s flank and

[11795] —Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long

[11808] cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street,

[11827] —Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.

[11842] When she had gone he said, laughing:

[11849] —I’m sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all

[11858] —You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance.

[11861] —I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, pinching his chin

[11867] —They drove his wits astray, he said, by visions of hell. He will

[11869] white death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a

[11877] Buck Mulligan’s watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her to

[11880] —He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid

[11882] of retribution. Rather strange he should have just that fixed idea. Does

[11883] he write anything for your movement?

[11885] He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream.

[11887] smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.

[11889] —Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write

[11893] Still, I shouldn’t wonder if he did after all.

[11895] He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.

[11897] —This is real Irish cream I take it, he said with forbearance. I

[11915] At the corner of Wilde’s house he halted, frowned at Elijah’s name

[11918] bared he muttered:

[11922] He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word.

[11924] As he strode past Mr Bloom’s dental windows the sway of his dustcoat

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

[11933] the pound and a half of Mangan’s, late Fehrenbach’s, porksteaks he

[11942] stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to their

[11949] Dignam on his left turned as he turned. That’s me in mourning. When

[11950] is it? May the twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He

[11952] his collar sticking up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the

[11955] fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out.

[11964] and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was

[11970] his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The

[11972] end to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I’m not going tomorrow

[11973] either, stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice

[11974] I’m in mourning? Uncle Barney said he’d get it into the paper

[11985] heavylooking. How was that? The last night pa was boosed he was standing

[11987] for to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see

[11988] him again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to

[11989] be a good son to ma. I couldn’t hear the other things he said but I

[11991] Mr Dignam, my father. I hope he’s in purgatory now because he went to

[12007] stroking his nose with his forefinger, undecided whether he should

[12055] shouted in his ear the tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to

[12069] but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and

[12094] drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind

11. Sirens

[12162] When first he saw. Alas!

[12199] Naminedamine. Preacher is he:

[12205] Amen! He gnashed in fury.

[12260] He’s looking. Mind till I see.

[12267] —He’s killed looking back.

[12288] unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And

[12290] —There’s your teas, he said.

[12306] —Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as he retreated as

[12307] she threatened as he had come.

[12313] —Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn’t conduct himself

[12366] —For your what? says he.

[12376] —Here he was, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters,

[12395] Dedalus’ son. He might be Mulligan. All comely virgins. That brings

[12451] rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.

[12455] He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?

[12459] He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

[12473] He was.

[12475] —Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they

[12481] —Well now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. I think I’ll trouble

[12491] pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two husky

[12494] —By Jove, he mused, I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must

[12498] Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid’s, into

[12514] —He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said.

[12520] He asked. She answered:

[12527] —No. He was not.

[12534] No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind her

[12540] while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly:

[12545] He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.

[12547] He sighed aside:

[12551] He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.

[12555] —Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.

[12559] —Who may he be? he asked. Can you ask? Stephen, the youthful bard.

[12565] —I see, he said. I didn’t recognise him for the moment. I hear he is

[12568] He had.

[12571] Mooney’s en ville and in Mooney’s sur mer. He had received the rhino

[12574] He smiled at bronze’s teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes:

[12583] —That must have been highly diverting, said he. I see.

[12585] He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down his

[12588] He looked towards the saloon door.

[12597] —Didn’t he, miss Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind

[12598] too, poor fellow. Not twenty I’m sure he was.

[12602] He drank and strayed away.

[12615] Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the oblique

[12616] triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed indulgently her

[12627] For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a

[12647] tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now

[12652] popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with miss

[12670] —But look this way, he said, rose of Castile.

[12677] —Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.

[12685] Blazes Boylan’s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he

[12692] hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary hecat walked

[12699] He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She smiled

[12713] Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.

[12740] He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.

[12744] —Fortune, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.

[12746] —Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.

[12770] —Let’s hear the time, he said.

[12773] Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat attending, a table near

[12774] the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not come:

[12779] —Go on, pressed Lenehan. There’s no-one. He never heard.

[12790] He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.

[12833] He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.

[12842] —Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I’m coming.

[12844] He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the

[12850] instant from Father Cowley’s woe. He won’t give you any trouble,

[12868] He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with the:

[12869] hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool. His

[12872] Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered, he wanted

[12877] Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He’s off. Light sob of breath

[12878] Bloom sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He’s gone.

[12886] pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the

[12898] him. He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.

[12903] They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding

[12909] He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried two

[12917] Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the situa.

[12920] —I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano

[12932] —Merrion square style. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He

[12944] name he.

[12969] He puffed a pungent plumy blast.

[12978] he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods’ roes

[12980] kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.

[13001] He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.

[13006] In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would.

[13018] said. O, not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by

[13024] Ben Dollard’s famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit

[13026] Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the bed,

[13031] Musical. Knows whatever note you play. Bad breath he has, poor chap.

[13048] Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,

[13060] their harps. I. He. Old. Young.

[13070] Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long

[13071] arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he

[13096] —Here, Simon, I’ll accompany you, he said. Get up.

[13104] Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: Sonnambula. He heard

[13110] Backache he. Bright’s bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying

[13116] sovereign in dribs and drabs. And when he’s wanted not a farthing.

[13119] Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived: never. In the

[13133] he’s proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two

[13135] motives he twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all.

[13136] Echo. How sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he

[13149] He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise

[13154] eye. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Crosseyed Walter sir I

[13185] —Si Dedalus’ voice, he said.

[13191] to hear, for he was hard of hear by the door.

[13211] feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He

[13222] Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly

[13224] his wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he

[13254] wait. How first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part,

[13281] only her he waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where.

[13292] long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent,

[13335] Richie, admiring, descanted on that man’s glorious voice. He

[13337] rank and fame: in Ned Lambert’s ’twas. Good God he never heard in

[13338] all his life a note like that he never did then false one we had better

[13339] part so clear so God he never heard since love lives not a clinking

[13340] voice lives not ask Lambert he can tell you too.

[13345] He, Mr Bloom, listened while he, Richie Goulding, told him, Mr Bloom, of

[13346] the night he, Richie, heard him, Si Dedalus, sing ’Twas rank and fame

[13350] lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more.

[13358] slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It buzz, it twanged. While

[13361] Father Cowley, who played a voluntary, who nodded as he played. While

[13362] big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, lighting, who nodded as he

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

[13395] Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He went. A

[13396] pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.

[13411] He doesn’t see my mourning. Callous: all for his own gut.

[13416] Instance he’s playing now. Improvising. Might be what you like, till

[13430] It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a

[13436] Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed a

[13443] Hope he’s not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his Freeman.

[13481] know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he

[13488] He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Envel. Address. Just copy out of paper.

[13495] Blot over the other so he can’t read. There. Right. Idea prize titbit.

[13504] In Gerard’s rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is

[13509] House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn’t hear. Deaf beetle he is.

[13512] Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then

[13513] he’d be two. Wish they’d sing more. Keep my mind off.

[13516] hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He

[13517] waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits

[13518] while you wait. While you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait.

[13527] seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

[13533] took him by the throat. Scoundrel, said he, You’ll sing no more

[13534] lovesongs. He did, faith, sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom.

[13537] Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard. Wonderful.

[13543] Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard more

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

[13578] landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he

[13586] Giovanni he’s playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle

[13613] One rapped on a door, one tapped with a knock, did he knock Paul de Kock

[13626] I’ll go. Here, Pat, return. Come. He came, he came, he did not stay.

[13636] Got money somewhere. He’s on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He

[13638] him twopence tip. Deaf, bothered. But perhaps he has wife and family

[13647] and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.

[13653] ships’ chandler’s business he did once. Remember: rosiny ropes,

[13668] Decent soul. Bit addled now. Thinks he’ll win in Answers, poets’

[13670] in a nest. Lay of the last minstrel he thought it was. See blank tee

[13671] what domestic animal? Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Good voice he

[13680] Ben’s contrite beard confessed. in nomine Domini, in God’s name he

[13681] knelt. He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

[13692] The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had cursed

[13693] three times. You bitch’s bast. And once at masstime he had gone to

[13694] play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother’s rest

[13695] he had not prayed. A boy. A croppy boy.

[13717] into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Beauty of music you

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

[13728] He bore no hate.

[13761] didn’t see. They want it. Not too much polite. That’s why he gets

[13764] boy. She knew he meant the monkey was sick. Or because so like the

[13802] I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.

[13819] Dolor! O, he dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to

[13830] a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.

[13861] shoulderblade. Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue

[13869] he waited. Unpaid Pat too.

[13879] Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll: the

[13882] He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him, that

[13883] is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it?

[13886] Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely,

[13909] Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Better give way

[13925] —Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him

[13937] forgot it when he was here.

[13939] Blind he was she told George Lidwell second I saw. And played so

[13957] —Very, he stared. The lower register, for choice.

[13974] Daly’s window where a mermaid hair all streaming (but he couldn’t

[13991] he must have been a bit of a natural not to see it was a yeoman cap.

[13996] along the quay towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form endearing?

[14009] don’t want it. That’s what good salesman is. Make you buy what he

[14010] wants to sell. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Wanted

[14011] to charge me for the edge he gave it. She’s passing now. Six bob.

[14035] Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw

[14037] nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.

12. Cyclops

[14066] and he near drove his gear into my eye. I turned around to let him have

[14085] to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a

[14100] rain. Tell him, says he, I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him

[14101] to send you round here again or if he does, says he, I’ll have him

[14103] And he after stuffing himself till he’s fit to burst. Jesus, I had to

[14104] laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out. He drink me my teas. He

[14105] eat me my sugars. Because he no pay me my moneys?

[14134] —Who? says I. Sure, he’s out in John of God’s off his head, poor

[14155] courthouse talking of one thing or another. Decent fellow Joe when he

[14156] has it but sure like that he never has it. Jesus, I couldn’t get over

[14158] licence, says he.

[14195] I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him. Come out here, Geraghty, you

[14217] bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would

[14220] —There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and

[14225] dog. I’m told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a

[14229] —Stand and deliver, says he.

[14233] —Pass, friends, says he.

[14235] Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:

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

[14245] So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:

[14258] —Wine of the country, says he.

[14265] says he.

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

[14269] And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck

[14270] and, by Jesus, he near throttled him.

[14276] hero. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his

[14291] He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching

[14293] a girdle of plaited straw and rushes. Beneath this he wore trews of

[14325] he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls

[14334] —And there’s more where that came from, says he.

[14345] the son of Rory: it is he. Impervious to fear is Rory’s son: he of the

[14350] look at this blasted rag, says he. Look at this, says he. The Irish

[14355] And he starts reading them out:

[14376] —I will, says he, honourable person.

[14398] —Look at him, says he. Breen. He’s traipsing all round Dublin with a

[14401] And he doubled up.

[14405] —Libel action, says he, for ten thousand pounds.

[14412] —Bi i dho husht, says he.

[14416] —Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton’s and then he went

[14431] And he started laughing.

[14449] But he, the young chief of the O’Bergan’s, could ill brook to be

[14469] So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket.

[14495] —Don’t you know he’s dead? says Joe.

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

[14521] —Ay, says Joe. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.

[14525] Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.

[14534] Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he

[14535] stated that he was now on the path of pralaya or return but was still

[14538] in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a

[14541] there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard

[14546] buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. Asked if he

[14547] had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the

[14557] departing he requested that it should be told to his dear son Patsy that

[14558] the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under

[14560] Cullen’s to be soled only as the heels were still good. He stated that

[14567] He is gone from mortal haunts: O’Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet was

[14571] —There he is again, says the citizen, staring out.

[14575] —Bloom, says he. He’s on point duty up and down there for the last

[14580] Little Alf was knocked bawways. Faith, he was.

[14582] —Good Christ! says he. I could have sworn it was him.

[14585] blackguard in Dublin when he’s under the influence:

[14594] —Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He’s over all his

[14599] —He’s a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy

[14607] —The finest man, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character.

[14610] for him go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney,

[14616] —The noblest, the truest, says he. And he’s gone, poor little Willy,

[14619] And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that

[14625] —Come in, come on, he won’t eat you, says the citizen.

[14627] So Bloom slopes in with his cod’s eye on the dog and he asks Terry was

[14633] And he starts reading out one.

[14655] in he can’t get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my

[14660] —And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says the citizen.

[14662] —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Here, says he, take

[14663] them to hell out of my sight, Alf. Hello, Bloom, says he, what will you

[14666] So they started arguing about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn’t and

[14667] he couldn’t and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he

[14668] said well he’d just take a cigar. Gob, he’s a prudent member and no

[14676] —They’re all barbers, says he, from the black country that would

[14679] And he was telling us there’s two fellows waiting below to pull his

[14680] heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they

[14703] in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me

[14712] And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and

[14729] he starts gassing out of him about the invincibles and the old guard and

[14733] and the other. Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new

[14734] dog so he ought. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round

[14735] the place and scratching his scabs. And round he goes to Bob Doran that

[14736] was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get. So of

[14742] Arrah, bloody end to the paw he’d paw and Alf trying to keep him from

[14743] tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old dog and he talking

[14745] intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip. Then he starts scraping a few

[14746] bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a Jacobs’ tin he told Terry

[14747] to bring. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging

[14755] cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Phenomenon! The fat heap he

[14762] taking the lout out for a walk. And one time he led him the rounds of

[14763] Dublin and, by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought

[14764] him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the

[14855] He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so many

[14877] furiously. As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his

[14894] the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he,

[14909] he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. She brought back

[14935] on the sad occasion, he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys

[14937] natural emotion. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear

[14947] their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a

[14949] he cadged off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the

[14951] about the size of it. Gob, he’d let you pour all manner of drink down

[14967] I would, if he was my dog. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again

[14970] —Afraid he’ll bite you? says the citizen, jeering.

[14972] —No, says I. But he might take my leg for a lamppost.

[14974] So he calls the old dog over.

[14976] —What’s on you, Garry? says he.

[14978] Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and the

[15024] So he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and, gob, you could

[15025] hear him lapping it up a mile off. And Joe asked him would he have

[15028] —I will, says he, a chara, to show there’s no ill feeling.

[15030] Gob, he’s not as green as he’s cabbagelooking. Arsing around from

[15040] in the way of liquid refreshment? says he.

[15044] Dignam’s. Martin asked me to go to the house. You see, he, Dignam, I

[15058] Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act

[15062] contested the mortgagee’s right till he near had the head of me addled

[15063] with his mortgagor under the act. He was bloody safe he wasn’t run in

[15064] himself under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a

[15069] So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he

[15070] was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and

[15071] to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was

[15077] —Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however

[15089] —Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. The goodness of your

[15096] o’clock. Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the

[15100] Joseph Manuo, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he serving

[15101] mass in Adam and Eve’s when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote

[15104] fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls

[15111] street couples. Gob, Jack made him toe the line. Told him if he didn’t

[15112] patch up the pot, Jesus, he’d kick the shite out of him.

[15118] —Slan leat, says he.

[15122] Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a small

[15143] guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. Because he was up one time in a

[15154] administer gently. Gob, he’d have a soft hand under a hen.

[15158] comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her

[15167] —Well, he’s going off by the mailboat, says Joe, tonight.

[15208] There he is sitting there. The man that got away James Stephens. The

[15227] see that straw? That’s a straw. Declare to my aunt he’d talk about

[15228] it for an hour so he would and talk steady.

[15291] —Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up

[15292] the odds and he swatting all the time.

[15307] he gave him one last puck in the wind, Queensberry rules and all, made

[15308] him puke what he never ate.

[15312] he was by lack of poundage, Dublin’s pet lamb made up for it by

[15324] Englishman, whose right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he

[15340] —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he’s

[15343] —He is, says Joe. Isn’t he?

[15353] He’s an excellent man to organise. Excellent.

[15393] —Yes, says J. J. He’ll square that, Ned, says he.

[15400] glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and

[15404] Dunne, says he. Ay, and done says I. Gob, he’ll come home by weeping

[15412] —Ay, says Ned. And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only

[15427] —Of course an action would lie, says J. J. It implies that he is not

[15430] —Compos your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he’s balmy?

[15431] Look at his head. Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat

[15444] —How half and half? says Bloom. Do you mean he...

[15454] Begob I saw there was trouble coming. And Bloom explaining he meant on

[15463] And who was he, tell us? A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven

[15464] shillings a week, and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding

[15478] —-There he is again, says Joe.

[15482] And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter

[15493] saying he’d give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. What? Do you see

[15498] swearing by the holy Moses he was stuck for two quid.

[15507] arrears of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and, faith, he’ll

[15510] —Ay, says Alf. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn’t clap him in the

[15514] And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to cry:

[15537] street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. And he sat him there about

[15546] tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. And he

[15557] against him for he was a malefactor.

[15562] So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts talking with Joe,

[15563] telling him he needn’t trouble about that little matter till the first

[15564] but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. And so Joe swore high

[15565] and holy by this and by that he’d do the devil and all.

[15658] He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the

[15660] Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty

[15667] —Gold cup, says he.

[15671] —Throwaway, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest

[15676] —Still running, says he. We’re all in a cart. Boylan plunged two

[15683] says he. Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. Frailty, thy name

[15686] So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was

[15687] anything he could lift on the nod, the old cur after him backing his

[15690] —Not there, my child, says he.

[15778] the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. And will again, says he, when the

[15784] And he took the last swig out of the pint. Moya. All wind and piss like

[15787] multitude in Shanagolden where he daren’t show his nose with the Molly

[15817] So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew

[15831] Then he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long cane

[15832] and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor lad

[15833] till he yells meila murder.

[15849] flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose

[15851] further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid.

[15856] Didn’t I tell you? As true as I’m drinking this porter if he was at

[15857] his last gasp he’d try to downface you that dying was living.

[15897] Jesus, I had to laugh at the way he came out with that about the old one

[15914] —They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says

[15923] —Yes, sir, says he. I will.

[15931] Bloom was talking and talking with John Wyse and he quite excited with

[15934] —Persecution, says he, all the history of the world is full of it.

[15949] So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, trying to muck

[15961] gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.

[15963] —After you with the push, Joe, says he, taking out his handkerchief to

[16005] Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar.

[16007] —Robbed, says he. Plundered. Insulted. Persecuted. Taking what belongs

[16008] to us by right. At this very moment, says he, putting up his fist, sold

[16018] lardyface standing up to the business end of a gun. Gob, he’d adorn a

[16019] sweepingbrush, so he would, if he only had a nurse’s apron on him. And

[16020] then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as

[16023] —But it’s no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that.

[16030] he to John Wyse. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is

[16031] there. If he comes just say I’ll be back in a second. Just a moment.

[16033] Who’s hindering you? And off he pops like greased lightning.

[16041] moya! He’s a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

[16060] And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.

[16062] —We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pocket.

[16071] So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts

[16083] he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible,

[16089] dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the

[16092] course of which he swallowed several knives and forks, amid hilarious

[16095] —Widow woman, says Ned. I wouldn’t doubt her. Wonder did he put that

[16114] —Casement, says the citizen. He’s an Irishman.

[16120] —I know where he’s gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.

[16124] —Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on

[16125] Throwaway and he’s gone to gather in the shekels.

[16130] —That’s where he’s gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to

[16131] back that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the

[16132] tip. Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. He’s

[16135] —He’s a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.

[16144] to myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in

[16149] better or she’s (ow!) all a plan so he could vamoose with the pool if

[16150] he won or (Jesus, full up I was) trading without a licence (ow!)

[16151] Ireland my nation says he (hoik! phthook!) never be up to those bloody

[16163] poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country

[16166] security. Gob, he’s like Lanty MacHale’s goat that’d go a piece of

[16175] registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the

[16181] —Ho, varlet! cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party.

[16184] So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.

[16188] —Give you good den, my masters, said he with an obsequious bow.

[16190] —Bestir thyself, sirrah! cried he who had knocked. Look to our steeds.

[16201] —Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly. An you be the king’s

[16209] Mine host bowed again as he made answer:

[16218] —Aha! cried he of the pleasant countenance. A poor house and a bare

[16223] —Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.

[16237] —Why not? says J. J., when he’s quite sure which country it is.

[16239] —Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the

[16240] hell is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.

[16246] —He’s a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it

[16247] was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. We know

[16250] —Isn’t he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? says Jack Power.

[16253] father’s name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deedpoll, the

[16264] believe, till he knows if he’s a father or a mother.

[16276] —I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.

[16280] —And who does he suspect? says the citizen.

[16283] middlings he is. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a

[16291] —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. But where is he? We can’t

[16294] —A wolf in sheep’s clothing, says the citizen. That’s what he is.

[16312] —And I’m sure He will, says Joe.

[16376] blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had

[16378] His light to inhabit therein. And entering he blessed the viands and the

[16389] And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed

[16405] be damned but in he comes again letting on to be in a hell of a hurry.

[16407] —I was just round at the courthouse, says he, looking for you. I hope

[16419] —Beg your pardon, says he.

[16431] And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or

[16442] wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the

[16443] equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them

[16452] dropsy, and he cursing the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and

[16456] —Let me alone, says he.

[16458] And begob he got as far as the door and they holding him and he bawls

[16471] and Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and

[16479] And says he:

[16484] —He had no father, says Martin. That’ll do now. Drive ahead.

[16488] —Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a

[16493] —By Jesus, says he, I’ll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy

[16531] Gob, the devil wouldn’t stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin

[16532] anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he

[16536] —Where is he till I murder him?

[16547] Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. Mercy of God the

[16548] sun was in his eyes or he’d have left him for dead. Gob, he near sent

[16595] You never saw the like of it in all your born puff. Gob, if he got that

[16596] lottery ticket on the side of his poll he’d remember the gold cup, he

[16599] furious driving as sure as God made Moses. What? O, Jesus, he did. And

[16600] he let a volley of oaths after him.

[16602] —Did I kill him, says he, or what?

[16604] And he shouting to the bloody dog:

[16610] lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb.

[16611] Hundred to five! Jesus, he took the value of it out of him, I promise

[16615] the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in

[16619] Elijah! And He answered with a main cry: Abba! Adonai! And they beheld

13. Nausicaa

[16653] that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. He was but eleven

[16684] house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose

[16694] big sister’s word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he

[16727] couldn’t see and to mind he didn’t wet his new tan shoes.

[16789] on and he was going to go to Trinity college to study for a doctor when

[16790] he left the high school like his brother W. E. Wylie who was racing

[16791] in the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Little recked he

[16793] piercing to the core. Yet he was young and perchance he might learn

[16796] Saint Joseph. But he was undeniably handsome with an exquisite nose and

[16797] he was what he looked, every inch a gentleman, the shape of his head too

[16799] off the common and the way he turned the bicycle at the lamp with his

[16801] and besides they were both of a size too he and she and that was why Edy

[16802] Boardman thought she was so frightfully clever because he didn’t go

[16806] Dame Fashion for she felt that there was just a might that he might be

[16842] she thought perhaps he might be out because when she was dressing that

[16845] out or if they got untied that he was thinking about you so long as it

[16860] to be. He was too young to understand. He would not believe in love, a

[16861] woman’s birthright. The night of the party long ago in Stoer’s (he

[16862] was still in short trousers) when they were alone and he stole an arm

[16863] round her waist she went white to the very lips. He called her little

[16865] it was only the end of her nose and then he hastened from the room with

[16867] had never been Reggy Wylie’s strong point and he who would woo and win

[16897] summer jumble sales like they have in rich houses. He would be tall with

[16903] perfectly served, for their own two selves and before he went out to

[16904] business he would give his dear little wifey a good hearty hug and gaze

[16907] Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he said yes so then she

[16910] he wanted the ball and Edy told him no that baby was playing with the

[16911] ball and if he took it there’d be wigs on the green but Tommy said it

[16912] was his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the ground, if

[16913] you please. The temper of him! O, he was a man already was little Tommy

[16914] Caffrey since he was out of pinnies. Edy told him no, no and to be off

[16927] gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, chinchopper, chinchopper,

[16988] father because he was too old or something or on account of his face

[16991] father! With all his faults she loved him still when he sang Tell me,

[16994] and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly

[16998] group taken. No-one would have thought the end was so near. Now he was

[17000] him for the rest of his days and he couldn’t even go to the funeral on

[17021] chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat. She often looked at them

[17030] no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he

[17072] baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. Peep

[17079] And baby did his level best to say it for he was very intelligent for

[17081] health, a perfect little bunch of love, and he would certainly turn out

[17088] out, holy saint Denis, that he was possing wet and to double the half

[17090] obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it:

[17108] pitapat. Yes, it was her he was looking at, and there was meaning in his

[17112] see at once by his dark eyes and his pale intellectual face that he

[17117] he had an aquiline nose or a slightly retroussé from where he was

[17118] sitting. He was in deep mourning, she could see that, and the story of a

[17120] know what it was. He was looking up so intently, so still, and he saw

[17121] her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of

[17125] of which she had so often dreamed. It was he who mattered and there was

[17127] that he was like no-one else. The very heart of the girlwoman went out

[17129] he had suffered, more sinned against than sinning, or even, even, if he

[17130] had been himself a sinner, a wicked man, she cared not. Even if he was

[17131] a protestant or methodist she could convert him easily if he truly loved

[17133] womanly woman not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had known,

[17136] make him forget the memory of the past. Then mayhap he would embrace her

[17148] down. He looked almost a saint and his confessionbox was so quiet and

[17150] became a Dominican nun in their white habit perhaps he might come to the

[17151] convent for the novena of Saint Dominic. He told her that time when she

[17153] hair for fear he could see, not to be troubled because that was only the

[17154] voice of nature and we were all subject to nature’s laws, he said, in

[17156] woman instituted by God, he said, and that Our Blessed Lady herself said

[17157] to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. He

[17185] because she was a good runner she ran like that so that he could see

[17194] the thurible to Canon O’Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed

[17197] because she thought he might be watching but she never made a bigger

[17199] he never took his eyes off of her and then Canon O’Hanlon handed the

[17205] Easter and there wasn’t a brack on them and that was what he was

[17207] neither shape nor form (the cheek of her!) because he had eyes in his

[17222] caught as she caught the expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a

[17248] So over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his

[17250] watchchain, looking up at the church. Passionate nature though he was

[17251] Gerty could see that he had enormous control over himself. One moment he

[17256] Cissy said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the

[17258] and looking up and clearing his throat and he said he was very sorry his

[17259] watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the

[17260] sun was set. His voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in

[17266] got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and he told

[17270] swung her leg more in and out in time. It was getting darker but he

[17271] could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch

[17272] or whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands

[17288] him the card to read off and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis

[17299] better than he knew. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex

[17300] he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant

[17312] him aside as if he was so much filth and never again would she cast as

[17314] pieces. And if ever after he dared to presume she could give him one

[17333] —O my! Puddeny pie! protested Ciss. He has his bib destroyed.

[17381] allimportant question and she was dying to know was he a married man or

[17392] ess. Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days

[17397] that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for

[17402] genuflected and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then he

[17426] alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he could

[17438] papers of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she said he used to do

[17459] entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things

[17462] white and she let him and she saw that he saw and then it went so high

[17464] being bent so far back that he had a full view high up above her knee

[17466] ashamed and he wasn’t either to look in that immodest way like that

[17467] because he couldn’t resist the sight of the wondrous revealment half

[17469] looking and he kept on looking, looking. She would fain have cried to

[17481] piteous protest, of shy reproach under which he coloured like a girl. He

[17482] was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom (for it is he)

[17484] brute he had been! At it again? A fair unsullied soul had called to him

[17485] and, wretch that he was, how had he answered? An utter cad he had been!

[17486] He of all men! But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes,

[17487] for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and

[17500] course without letting him and then slipped it back. Wonder if he’s

[17548] Us too: the tie he wore, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. He

[17592] were on the rocks in Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money.

[17597] with Molly it was put me off. No, I remember. Richie Goulding: he’s

[17600] that just when he, she?

[17602] O, he did. Into her. She did. Done.

[17638] when he changed his mind and stopped. Yet if I went the whole hog, say:

[17642] time. What harm? Must since she came to the use of reason, he, he and

[17643] he. First kiss does the trick. The propitious moment. Something inside

[17675] at once he had a false arm. Had, too. Where do they get that?

[17705] my tongue. Your head it simply swirls. He’s right. Might have made a

[17742] with little hubbies. As God made them he matched them. Sometimes

[17751] the short of it. Big he and little she. Very strange about my watch.

[17753] influence between the person because that was about the time he. Yes, I

[17761] Come. Tip. Woman and man that is. Fork and steel. Molly, he. Dress

[17822] could mention Meagher’s just to remind him. Still if he works that

[17823] paragraph. Two and nine. Bad opinion of me he’ll have. Call tomorrow.

[17832] walk a mile. Sure he has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit.

[17836] who is he now. The Mystery Man on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr

[17861] fluxions. Never have little baby then less he was big strong fight his

[17879] rhododendrons. I am a fool perhaps. He gets the plums, and I the

[17893] yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. And just when he

[17903] could be changed into a tree from grief. Weeping willow. Ba. There he

[17904] goes. Funny little beggar. Wonder where he lives. Belfry up there. Very

[17915] a jar by throwing in pebbles. Like a little man in a cloak he is with

[17933] they say. Like our small talk. And says she and says he. Nerve they have

[17942] home again. If ever he does. Smelling the tail end of ports. How can

[17943] they like the sea? Yet they do. The anchor’s weighed. Off he sails

[17969] rhododendrons (he was old) and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle

[17970] his fell of ferns. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and

[18014] company. Afraid to be alone like a child of two. Suppose he hit me. Look

[18015] at it other way round. Not so bad then. Perhaps not to hurt he meant.

[18016] Three cheers for Israel. Three cheers for the sister-in-law he hawked

[18020] range. Everyone to his taste as Morris said when he kissed the cow. But

[18034] find out who played the trick. U. p: up. Fate that is. He, not me. Also

[18042] Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand. He

[18075] He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now

14. Oxen of the Sun

[18191] Before born bliss babe had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever in that

[18207] Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming

[18218] Christ’s rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe

[18223] he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over

[18225] meeting he to her bow had not doffed. Her to forgive now he craved with

[18231] Glad after she was that ere adread was. Her he asked if O’Hare Doctor

[18236] to withsay. She said that he had a fair sweet death through God His

[18239] the dead man was died and the nun answered him and said that he was died

[18242] undeathliness. He heard her sad words, in held hat sad staring. So stood

[18246] dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came

[18247] naked forth from his mother’s womb so naked shall he wend him at the

[18248] last for to go as he came.

[18251] he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there in childbed.

[18258] for he felt with wonder women’s woe in the travail that they have of

[18259] motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a fair face for

[18269] healed for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a

[18270] horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make

[18271] a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice. And he

[18272] said now that he should go in to that castle for to make merry with

[18273] them that were there. And the traveller Leopold said that he should go

[18274] otherwhither for he was a man of cautels and a subtile. Also the lady

[18278] him in aught contrarious to his list and he said how it was a marvellous

[18289] Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath that he

[18307] in amity for he never drank no manner of mead which he then put by and

[18308] anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and

[18309] his neighbour nist not of this wile. And he sat down in that castle with

[18315] fast. Sir Leopold heard on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what

[18316] cry that it was whether of child or woman and I marvel, said he, that it

[18317] be not come or now. Meseems it dureth overlong. And he was ware and saw

[18320] one emprise and eke by cause that he was elder he spoke to him full

[18321] gently. But, said he, or it be long too she will bring forth by God His

[18324] next. Also he took the cup that stood tofore him for him needed never

[18325] none asking nor desiring of him to drink and, Now drink, said he, fully

[18326] delectably, and he quaffed as far as he might to their both’s health

[18327] for he was a passing good man of his lustiness. And sir Leopold that was

[18342] Stephen, he was the most drunken that demanded still of more mead) and

[18344] he promised to have come and such as intended to no goodness said how

[18345] he had broke his avow. And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast

[18351] For they were right witty scholars. And he heard their aresouns each gen

[18359] this imagination affirmed how young Madden had said truth for he had

[18370] rede of palmer and bedesman and for a vow he had made to Saint Ultan of

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

[18379] Then said Dixon junior to Punch Costello wist he what ends. But he had

[18380] overmuch drunken and the best word he could have of him was that he

[18384] unicorn how once in the millennium he cometh by his horn, the other all

[18387] he was able to do any manner of thing that lay in man to do. Thereat

[18389] never durst laugh too open by reason of a strange humour which he would

[18390] not bewray and also for that he rued for her that bare whoso she might

[18398] Maimonides. He said also how at the end of the second month a human

[18401] to bear beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth the

[18404] Leopold would he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save

[18405] life. A wariness of mind he would answer as fitted all and, laying hand

[18406] to jaw, he said dissembling, as his wont was, that as it was informed

[18410] and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. That is truth,

[18412] Stephen was a marvellous glad man and he averred that he who stealeth

[18413] from the poor lendeth to the Lord for he was of a wild manner when he

[18414] was drunken and that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons.

[18416] But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still had

[18418] and as he was minded of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only

[18422] lamb’s wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and

[18426] and as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for

[18427] all accounted him of real parts) so grieved he also in no less measure

[18428] for young Stephen for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and

[18434] the intentions of the sovereign pontiff, he gave them for a pledge the

[18435] vicar of Christ which also as he said is vicar of Bray. Now drink we,

[18436] quod he, of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel

[18439] will comfort more than the other will dismay. See ye here. And he showed

[18441] two pound nineteen shilling that he had, he said, for a song which he

[18444] all men, he said, time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions. What means

[18465] upon it for a very scurvy word. A pregnancy without joy, he said, a

[18472] a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he did straightways now attack:

[18483] seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou chuff, thou puny, thou

[18492] Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen what was the reason why he

[18493] had not cided to take friar’s vows and he answered him obedience in

[18495] Master Lenehan at this made return that he had heard of those nefarious

[18496] deeds and how, as he heard hereof counted, he had besmirched the lily

[18498] intershowed it too, waxing merry and toasting to his fathership. But he

[18499] said very entirely it was clean contrary to their suppose for he was

[18506] there unmaided. He gave them then a much admirable hymen minim by those

[18519] love than this, he said, no man hath that a man lay down his wife for

[18539] kissed my mouth. This tenebrosity of the interior, he proceeded to say,

[18561] Thereto Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he loudly

[18573] he that had erst challenged to be so doughty waxed wan as they might all

[18576] cage of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm. Then did some

[18578] Master Lenehan vowed he would do after and he was indeed but a word and

[18580] old Nobodaddy was in his cups it was muchwhat indifferent and he would

[18582] cowed he crouched in Horne’s hall. He drank indeed at one draught to

[18587] advertising how it was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he heard,

[18592] he had in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not by words be

[18593] done away. And was he then neither calm like the one nor godly like the

[18594] other? He was neither as much as he would have liked to be either. But

[18595] could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the

[18596] bottle Holiness that then he lived withal? Indeed no for Grace was not

[18597] there to find that bottle. Heard he then in that clap the voice of the

[18599] Why, he could not but hear unless he had plugged him up the tube

[18600] Understanding (which he had not done). For through that tube he saw that

[18601] he was in the land of Phenomenon where he must for a certain one day die

[18602] as he was like the rest too a passing show. And would he not accept to

[18603] die like the rest and pass away? By no means would he though he must nor

[18604] would he make more shows according as men do with wives which Phenomenon

[18605] has commanded them to do by the book Law. Then wotted he nought of that

[18610] Chaste had pointed him to the way but the reason was that in the way he

[18635] very grievous rage that he would presently lift his arm up and

[18666] stay a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the earth he does

[18667] there, he bound home and he to Andrew Horne’s being stayed for to

[18668] crush a cup of wine, so he said, but would tell him of a skittish

[18673] a Scots fellow, Will. Madden, T. Lenehan, very sad about a racer he

[18674] fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Bloom there for a languor he had but was

[18675] now better, he having dreamed tonight a strange fancy of his dame Mrs

[18688] heavybraked reel or in a punt he has trailing for flounder and pollock

[18699] was in that night’s gazette and he made a show to find it about him

[18700] (for he swore with an oath that he had been at pains about it) but on

[18701] Stephen’s persuasion he gave over the search and was bidden to sit

[18702] near by which he did mighty brisk. He was a kind of sport gentleman

[18704] horseflesh or hot scandal he had it pat. To tell the truth he was mean

[18709] till broad day of whom he picked up between his sackpossets much loose

[18710] gossip. He took his ordinary at a boilingcook’s and if he had but

[18712] a bare tester in his purse he could always bring himself off with

[18713] his tongue, some randy quip he had from a punk or whatnot that every

[18715] is, hearing this talk asked was it poetry or a tale. Faith, no, he says,

[18717] butchered along of the plague. But they can go hang, says he with a

[18719] in this tin as ever came out of it and very friendly he offered to

[18720] take of some salty sprats that stood by which he had eyed wishly in the

[18722] embassy as he was sharpset. Mort aux vaches, says Frank then in the

[18724] winelodge in Bordeaux and he spoke French like a gentleman too. From a

[18728] he took the bit between his teeth like a raw colt and was more familiar

[18730] time he would be a playactor, then a sutler or a welsher, then nought

[18731] would keep him from the bearpit and the cocking main, then he was

[18734] linen or choking chicken behind a hedge. He had been off as many times

[18736] father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he saw him.

[18739] day morning going to the Liverpool boats, says he. I can scarce believe

[18740] ’tis so bad, says he. And he had experience of the like brood beasts

[18744] in Prussia street. I question with you there, says he. More like ’tis

[18746] handsomely told him no such matter and that he had dispatches from the

[18750] Come, come, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. He’ll find himself on the

[18751] horns of a dilemma if he meddles with a bull that’s Irish, says he.

[18752] Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr Stephen, and he sent the ale

[18757] bullseye into the bargain, says he, and a plumper and a portlier bull,

[18758] says he, never shit on shamrock. He had horns galore, a coat of cloth

[18762] but before he came over farmer Nicholas that was a eunuch had him

[18764] himself. So be off now, says he, and do all my cousin german the lord

[18765] Harry tells you and take a farmer’s blessing, and with that he slapped

[18767] friend, says Mr Vincent, for to make up he taught him a trick worth two

[18773] he, in a point shift and petticoat with a tippet and girdle and ruffles

[18776] with a gold manger in each full of the best hay in the market so that he

[18778] the faithful (for so they called him) was grown so heavy that he could

[18781] full he would rear up on his hind quarters to show their ladyships a

[18783] after him. Ay, says another, and so pampered was he that he would suffer

[18788] if ever he got scent of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the wilds of

[18790] of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he’d run amok over half the

[18795] and I’ll meddle in his matters, says he. I’ll make that animal smell

[18796] hell, says he, with the help of that good pizzle my father left me. But

[18798] pelt to go to dinner after winning a boatrace (he had spade oars for

[18800] with pitchforks) he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a bull

[18801] and on picking up a blackthumbed chapbook that he kept in the pantry

[18802] he found sure enough that he was a lefthanded descendant of the famous

[18807] running off him, he got into an old smock and skirt that had belonged to

[18809] but he could never learn a word of it except the first personal pronoun

[18810] which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever he went out for

[18811] a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon what took his

[18813] a corkfloat. In short, he and the bull of Ireland were soon as fast

[18829] whom he had just rencountered, a young gentleman, his name Alec Bannon,

[18834] on. Whereat he handed round to the company a set of pasteboard cards

[18835] which he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell’s bearing a legend

[18837] Lambay Island. His project, as he went on to expound, was to withdraw

[18844] his design, told his hearers that he had been led into this thought by

[18849] acquired. It grieved him plaguily, he said, to see the nuptial couch

[18855] their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at hand to caress, this, he

[18857] he concluded due to a suppression of latent heat), having advised with

[18858] certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he had

[18861] note much in favour with our ascendancy party. He proposed to set up

[18866] functions of her natural. Money was no object, he said, nor would he

[18870] For his nutriment he shewed how he would feed himself exclusively upon a

[18874] chillies. After this homily which he delivered with much warmth of

[18876] which he had shielded it. They both, it seems, had been overtaken by the

[18881] Mary’s excepted to it, asking with a finicking air did he purpose

[18889] he drove home his point by analogies of the animal kingdom more suitable

[18896] while the company lavished their encomiums upon the project he had

[18897] advanced. The young gentleman, his friend, overjoyed as he was at a

[18900] were those loaves and fishes and, seeing the stranger, he made him

[18903] heartily, though preserving his proper distance, and replied that he was

[18905] an interesting condition, poor body, from woman’s woe (and here he

[18908] his incipient ventripotence, upon which he rallied him, betokened an

[18928] done in words if he might treat him with a cup of it. Mais bien sûr,

[18929] noble stranger, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. That you may

[18935] things. With these words he approached the goblet to his lips, took a

[18938] picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein.

[18939] Gazing upon those features with a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, he

[18947] Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her

[18949] replaced the locket in his bosom, he wiped his eye and sighed again.

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

[18959] he cried, clapping hand to his forehead, tomorrow will be a new day and,

[18967] of that violence, he tells me, sans blague, has sent more than one

[19006] the nurse had just then informed him that he was needed in the ward.

[19010] said he, with those who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct,

[19022] rebuke he saluted those present on the by and repaired to the door. A

[19025] would he have received more than his bare deserts had he not abridged

[19026] his transgression by affirming with a horrid imprecation (for he swore

[19027] a round hand) that he was as good a son of the true fold as ever drew

[19028] breath. Stap my vitals, said he, them was always the sentiments of

[19034] some impudent mocks which he however had borne with as being the fruits

[19042] was an unwelcome language for him for he nauseated the wretch that

[19048] now for more than the middle span of our allotted years that he had

[19050] wary ascendancy and self a man of rare forecast, he had enjoined his

[19055] wits at the cost of feminine delicacy (a habit of mind which he never

[19056] did hold with) to them he would concede neither to bear the name nor to

[19060] and inglorious retreat. Not but what he could feel with mettlesome youth

[19066] words he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he was, however, it must

[19071] Accordingly he broke his mind to his neighbour, saying that, to express

[19081] nose a request to have word of Wilhelmina, my life, as he calls her. I

[19095] the noblest. But, he further added, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup

[19105] moment to discharge his piece against the empire of which he is a tenant

[19106] at will while he trembled for the security of his four per cents? Has he

[19107] forgotten this as he forgets all benefits received? Or is it that from

[19108] being a deluder of others he has become at last his own dupe as he is,

[19112] virtue but if he challenges attention there (as it was indeed highly his

[19116] the desperate. He says this, a censor of morals, a very pelican in his

[19124] bucolic. It ill becomes him to preach that gospel. Has he not nearer

[19127] middle life. If he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums

[19142] delegation that an heir had been born. When he had betaken himself to

[19164] line so that (as he said) one ear could hear what the other spoke, the

[19190] he stood for, envisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic development

[19199] pleasantry which none better than he knew how to affect, postulating as

[19207] garb with which he was invested or in obedience to an inward voice, he

[19211] But Malachias’ tale began to freeze them with horror. He conjured up

[19214] creep! He had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in the

[19216] on all faces while he eyed them with a ghostly grin. I anticipated some

[19217] such reception, he began with an eldritch laugh, for which, it seems,

[19221] at all, he muttered thickly, and I tramping Dublin this while back

[19225] language (he recited some), laudanum (he raised the phial to his lips),

[19227] Destruction! The black panther! With a cry he suddenly vanished and the

[19229] and said: Meet me at Westland Row station at ten past eleven. He was

[19232] repeated: Lex talionis. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without

[19236] ghost of his own father. He drank drugs to obliterate. For this relief

[19245] her mood. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing

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

[19249] a mirror (hey, presto!), he beholdeth himself. That young figure of then

[19267] mist. Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his

[19268] sons. Who can say? The wise father knows his own child. He thinks of a

[19273] university. Bridie! Bridie Kelly! He will never forget the name, ever

[19322] school together in Conmee’s time. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades,

[19327] bard, am lord and giver of their life. He encircled his gadding hair

[19334] a hand on the shoulder near him. Have no fear. He could not leave his

[19337] loss. He would have withdrawn from the feast had not the noise of voices

[19339] of the rider’s name: Lenehan as much more. He told them of the race.

[19352] on the luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh. She is not the

[19367] will not think who met us as we left the field. Conmee himself! He was

[19373] echo in that little mirror she carries. But he had been kind. In going

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

[19376] more propensely. He was laying his hand upon a winejar: Malachi saw it

[19397] he had been staring hard at a certain amount of number one Bass bottled

[19399] amongst a lot of others right opposite to where he was and which was

[19401] scarlet appearance. He was simply and solely, as it subsequently

[19408] endeavouring to help himself to the thing he involuntarily determined

[19409] to help him himself and so he accordingly took hold of the neck of the

[19448] them as best he can. There may be, it is true, some questions which

[19461] mortality. It is interesting because, as he pertinently remarks, we

[19465] inhaling the bacteria which lurk in dust. These factors, he alleged,

[19469] dead animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas—these, he

[19471] the race. Kalipedia, he prophesied, would soon be generally adopted

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

[19526] Midw., F. K. Q. C. P. I.) is the able and popular master, he is reported

[19530] sexual congress) she must let it out again or give it life, as he

[19547] mite of God’s clay, the fruit of their lawful embraces. He is older

[19555] and his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert (if he had lived), Mamy,

[19567] heart to bed, to rest. He knows and will call in His own good time. You

[19573] but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dim,

[19579] evening or at the feast, at midnight, when he is now filled with wine.

[19603] that circle of girlish fond hands. He frowns a little just as this young

[19633] giving them sharp language but raps out an oath, he too, and on. Bloom

[19637] washedout pallor. Then all being gone, a glance of motherwit helping, he

[19654] and a rheumeyed curdog is all their progeny. Pshaw, I tell thee! He is

[19711] bet be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten.

[19712] Digs up near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do.

[19741] seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He’ve got the

[19751] glint, do. Gum, I’m jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for

[19752] words. With a railway bloke. How come you so? Opera he’d like? Rose

[19754] Bantam’s flowers. Gemini. He’s going to holler. The colleen bawn. My

[19757] the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. He strike a

[19764] All in if he spots me. Come ahome, our Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo.

[19792] at his wearables. By mighty! What’s he got? Jubilee mutton. Bovril,

[19794] Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis.

[19807] says he, nor any Rooshian. Time all. There’s eleven of them. Get ye

[19824] he shall come to judge the world by fire. Pflaap! Ut implerentur

[19834] I put it to you that He’s on the square and a corking fine business

[19835] proposition. He’s the grandest thing yet and don’t you forget it.

[19838] half. He’s got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend,

15. Circe

[19874] (They release him. He jerks on. A pigmy woman swings on a rope slung

[19879] oillamp rams her last bottle in the maw of his sack. He heaves his

[19955] (He flourishes his ashplant, shivering the lamp image, shattering light

[19991] in spasms. From the top spur he slides down. Jacky Caffrey clasps to

[19995] Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring

[20006] Booloohoom. Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. He passes,

[20012] arclamp. He disappears. In a moment he reappears and hurries on.)

[20016] (He disappears into Olhausen’s, the porkbutcher’s, under the

[20017] downcoming rollshutter. A few moments later he emerges from under

[20018] the shutter, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. In each hand he holds

[20020] sheep’s trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper. He gasps, standing

[20021] upright. Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribs

[20026] (He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the lampset

[20031] (He stands at Cormack’s corner, watching.)

[20035] We’re safe. (He hums cheerfully.) London’s burning, London’s

[20036] burning! On fire, on fire! (He catches sight of the navvy lurching

[20040] (He darts to cross the road. Urchins shout.)

[20051] (He looks round, darts forward suddenly. Through rising fog a dragon

[20060] forward, pugnosed, on the guidewheel, yells as he slides past over

[20065] (Bloom trickleaps to the curbstone and halts again. He brushes a

[20070] accident too. The Providential. (He feels his trouser pocket.) Poor

[20078] cattle. Mark of the beast. (He closes his eyes an instant.) Bit light

[20090] BLOOM: Haha. Merci. Esperanto. Slan leath. (He mutters.) Gaelic league

[20093] (He steps forward. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path. He steps left,

[20098] (He leaps right, sackragman right.)

[20102] (He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on.)

[20115] (Shocked, on weak hams, he halts. Tommy and Jacky vanish there, there.

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

[20178] BLOOM: Who? (He ducks and wards off a blow clumsily.) At your service.

[20180] (He looks up. Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish

[20193] (He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, questions,

[20198] innumerable rungs climbs to his bobbing howdah. He ambles near with

[20219] morning. (He pats divers pockets.) This moving kidney. Ah!

[20221] (He points to the south, then to the east. A cake of new clean lemon

[20227] He brightens the earth. I polish the sky.

[20246] (He follows, followed by the sniffing terrier. The elderly bawd seizes

[20258] with booted strides. He stumbles on the steps, recovers, plunges into

[20261] THE BAWD: (Her wolfeyes shining.) He’s getting his pleasure. You

[20370] out of this hand, carefully, slowly. (Tenderly, as he slips on her

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

[20420] (With hanging head he marches doggedly forward. The navvy, lurching by,

[20490] (She fades from his side. Followed by the whining dog he walks on

[20498] came down from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing

[20522] (He plodges through their sump towards the lighted street beyond. From a

[20534] PRIVATE CARR: (Behind his back.) He aint half balmy.

[20546] PRIVATE CARR: Bennett? He’s my pal. I love old Bennett.

[20552] (He staggers forward, dragging them with him. Bloom stops, at fault. The

[20560] What am I following him for? Still, he’s the best of that lot. If

[20562] wouldn’t have met. Kismet. He’ll lose that cash. Relieving office

[20569] pounds. What was he? Kildare street club toff. God help his gamekeeper.

[20571] (He gazes ahead, reading on the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream

[20585] a polecat. Chacun son goût. He might be mad. Dogdays. Uncertain in

[20589] done with it. Provided nobody. (Calling encouraging words he shambles

[20591] stalestunk corner. He unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the crubeen

[20596] (With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide. The

[20616] (He points. Bob Doran, toppling from a high barstool, sways over the

[20634] carriagewhip and a revolver with which he covers the gorging boarhound.)

[20642] produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking hyena. (He glares.) I possess

[20649] BLOOM: I have forgotten for the moment. Ah, yes! (He takes off his high

[20671] change of name. Virag. (He murmurs privately and confidentially.) We

[20673] (He shoulders the second watch gently.) Dash it all. It’s a way we

[20674] gallants have in the navy. Uniform that does it. (He turns gravely to

[20682] THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of

[20692] and lifting his right forearm on the square, he gives the sign and

[20700] Peggy Griffin. He wrote to me that he was miserable. I’ll tell my

[20703] BLOOM: (Behind his hand.) She’s drunk. The woman is inebriated. (He

[20742] scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his straw hat. He dangles

[20752] creased lavender trousers and patent boots. He carries a large portfolio

[20760] most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling copy,

[20780] rottenness of the man! (He extends his portfolio.) We have here damning

[20795] BLOOM: (To the court.) And he, a bachelor, how...

[20813] MARY DRISCOLL: He made a certain suggestion but I thought more of myself

[20827] MARY DRISCOLL: He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour,

[20829] pin. He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result. And he

[20835] so I had. I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it

[20845] his stirring address to the grand jury. He was down and out but, though

[20846] branded as a black sheep, if he might say so, he meant to reform, to

[20848] nature as a purely domestic animal. A sevenmonths’ child, he had been

[20850] might have been lapses of an erring father but he wanted to turn over

[20854] acclimatised Britisher, he had seen that summer eve from the footplate

[20868] (Renewed laughter. He mumbles incoherently. Reporters complain that they

[20881] moment. He did not look in the bucket. Nobody. Rather a mess. Not

[20901] somnambulism in my client’s family. If the accused could speak he

[20903] between the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck

[20904] from cobbler’s weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian

[20909] him dazedly, passing a slow hand across his forehead. Then he hitches

[20912] night. (He begins to lilt simply.)

[20917] (He is howled down.)

[20932] responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. He

[20933] wants to go straight. I regard him as the whitest man I know. He is down

[20950] Taylor. He applies his handkerchief to his mouth and scrutinises the

[20955] (He assumes the avine head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of

[20972] brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair.) Arrest him, constable. He

[20975] Lovebirch. He said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes

[20977] Cigale. I deeply inflamed him, he said. He made improper overtures to me

[20979] Dunsink time. He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction

[20987] he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker’s one sleety

[20990] Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights,

[20991] as he said, in my honour. I had it examined by a botanical expert and

[21004] MRS BELLINGHAM: He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome

[21006] frostbound coachman Palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself

[21010] a buck’s head couped or. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether

[21013] he said, he could conjure up. He urged me (Stating that he felt it

[21020] strikes her welt constantly.) Also me. Because he saw me on the polo

[21028] as he solemnly assured me, taken by him from nature), practising illicit

[21029] intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard. He urged me

[21030] to do likewise, to misbehave, to sin with officers of the garrison. He

[21032] him as he richly deserves, to bestride and ride him, to give him a most

[21047] BLOOM: (His eyes closing, quails expectantly.) Here? (He squirms.)

[21048] Again! (He pants cringing.) I love the danger.

[21073] Let me off this once. (He offers the other cheek.)

[21076] Talboys! He should be soundly trounced!

[21079] I’ll do no such thing. Pigdog and always was ever since he was

[21081] streets. I’ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown

[21112] THE NAMELESS ONE: Bareback riding. Weight for age. Gob, he organised

[21122] FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. Another girl’s plait cut. Wanted:

[21133] garb of grey stone rises from the bench, stonebearded. He bears in his

[21138] Dublin of this odious pest. Scandalous! (He dons the black cap.) Let him

[21139] be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the dock where he now stands and detained

[21141] be hanged by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your

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

[21167] the precincts. (He turns to a figure in the crowd, appealing.) Hynes,

[21182] Dignam. He has gnawed all. He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath.

[21183] He grows to human size and shape. His dachshund coat becomes a brown

[21191] (He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.)

[21211] that bottle of sherry. (He looks round him.) A lamp. I must satisfy an

[21225] PADDY DIGNAM: (With pricked up ears, winces.) Overtones. (He wriggles

[21236] (He worms down through a coalhole, his brown habit trailing its tether

[21244] find him. (He fixes the manhole with a resolute stare.) My turn now on.

[21247] (He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the air and is engulfed in the

[21250] the rifts of fog. A piano sounds. He stands before a lighted house,

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

[21303] him with supple warmth. He smiles uneasily. Slowly, note by note,

[21304] oriental music is played. He gazes in the tawny crystal of her eyes,

[21347] memory, will, understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison

[21376] which he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the

[21435] the dove, the curtana. He is seated on a milkwhite horse with long

[21447] A BLACKSMITH: (Murmurs.) For the honour of God! And is that Bloom? He

[21455] A MILLIONAIRESS: (Richly.) Isn’t he simply wonderful?

[21461] A BELLHANGER: A classic face! He has the forehead of a thinker.

[21485] (Bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on a ruby ring. He

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

[21518] all that he is wearing green socks.)

[21538] AN APPLEWOMAN: He’s a man like Ireland wants.

[21558] (A man in a brown macintosh springs up through a trapdoor. He points an

[21561] THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Don’t you believe a word he says. That

[21603] friends! (He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls.)

[21604] Peep! Bopeep! (He wheels twins in a perambulator.) Ticktacktwo

[21605] wouldyousetashoe? (He performs juggler’s tricks, draws red, orange,

[21607] mouth.) Roygbiv. 32 feet per second. (He consoles a widow.) Absence

[21608] makes the heart grow younger. (He dances the Highland fling with

[21609] grotesque antics.) Leg it, ye devils! (He kisses the bedsores of a

[21610] palsied veteran.) Honourable wounds! (He trips up a fat policeman.)

[21611] U. p: up. U. p: up. (He whispers in the ear of a blushing waitress and

[21612] laughs kindly.) Ah, naughty, naughty! (He eats a raw turnip offered

[21613] him by Maurice Butterly, farmer.) Fine! Splendid! (He refuses to accept

[21615] fellow, not at all! (He gives his coat to a beggar.) Please accept. (He

[21720] FATHER FARLEY: He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian

[21753] THEODORE PUREFOY: (In fishingcap and oilskin jacket.) He employs a

[21776] THE MOB: Lynch him! Roast him! He’s as bad as Parnell was. Mr Fox!

[21785] He is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin’s Barn. Slander, the

[21791] is bisexually abnormal. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace’s

[21796] latent. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in

[21798] family complex he has temporarily lost his memory and I believe him

[21816] Many have found him a dear man, a dear person. He is a rather quaint

[21818] He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court

[21820] everything. He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that

[21821] he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried

[21822] grocer’s peas. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter

[21823] and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He was, I understand,

[21825] report states that he was a very posthumous child. I appeal for clemency

[21827] called upon to speak. He is about to have a baby.

[21904] arms, his feet protruding. He whistles Don Giovanni, a cenar teco.

[21915] Tell him he may

[21918] HORNBLOWER: (In ephod and huntingcap, announces.) And he shall carry the

[21947] painted flames and high pointed hat. He places a bag of gunpowder round

[21959] (He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning. The daughters of

[21991] (He gazes far away mournfully.) I am ruined. A few pastilles of aconite.

[21992] The blinds drawn. A letter. Then lie back to rest. (He breathes softly.)

[22043] (He hesitates amid scents, music, temptations. She leads him towards the

[22054] his hasty bow. He trips awkwardly.)

[22059] BLOOM: The just man falls seven times. (He stands aside at the

[22064] (She crosses the threshold. He hesitates. She turns and, holding out her

[22065] hands, draws him over. He hops. On the antlered rack of the hall hang

[22081] the hearthrug of matted hair, his cap back to the front. With a wand he

[22105] the pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant. With two fingers he

[22128] of trousers. Jetez la gourme. Faut que jeunesse se passe. (He stops,

[22141] STEPHEN: Here’s another for you. (He frowns.) The reason is because

[22163] ZOE: (Briskly.) God help your head, he knows more than you have

[22190] shoulder he bears a long boatpole from the hook of which the sodden

[22202] vient! C’est moi! L’homme qui rit! L’homme primigène! (He whirls

[22204] (He crouches juggling. Tiny roulette planets fly from his hands.) Les

[22207] He springs off into vacuum.)

[22234] surplice with funnel sleeves he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum

[22235] about which the banner of old glory is draped. He thumps the parapet.)

[22257] stamps. (He shouts.) Now then our glory song. All join heartily in the

[22258] singing. Encore! (He sings.) Jeru...

[22272] and help me save our sisters dear. (He winks at his audience.) Our Mr

[22273] President, he twig the whole lot and he aint saying nothing.

[22283] Hennessy’s three star. I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into

[22297] discreetly.) He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the

[22300] (He corantos by. Best enters in hairdresser’s attire, shinily

[22301] laundered, his locks in curlpapers. He leads John Eglinton who wears a

[22317] He rises slowly. A cold seawind blows from his druid mouth. About his

[22318] head writhe eels and elvers. He is encrusted with weeds and shells. His

[22327] (He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand. On its

[22328] cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac. He wails with

[22361] two steps to the left on gawky pink stilts. He is sausaged into several

[22362] overcoats and wears a brown macintosh under which he holds a roll

[22368] (He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Promiscuous nakedness is much in

[22425] it. Lycopodium. (His throat twitches.) Slapbang! There he goes again.

[22432] sovereign remedy. Not for sale. Hire only. Huguenot. (He twitches.) It

[22433] is a funny sound. (He coughs encouragingly.) But possibly it is only a

[22443] Exercise your mnemotechnic. La causa è santa. Tara. Tara. (Aside.) He

[22450] VIRAG: (Excitedly.) I say so. I say so. E’en so. Technic. (He taps his

[22462] those complicated combinations, camiknickers? (He crows derisively.)

[22480] we may resume. We were very pleased, we others. (He coughs and, bending

[22488] (He blows into Bloom’s ear.) Buzz!

[22494] Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. (He gobbles

[22496] we? Open Sesame! Cometh forth! (He unrolls his parchment rapidly and

[22497] reads, his glowworm’s nose running backwards over the letters which he

[22502] or viragitis. Though they stink yet they sting. (He wags his head

[22503] with cackling raillery.) Jocular. With my eyeglass in my ocular. (He

[22517] BLOOM: I am going to scream. I beg your pardon. Ah? So. (He repeats.)

[22525] he is Gerald. O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Will some

[22527] firstclass tablenumpkin? (He mews.) Puss puss puss puss! (He sighs,

[22529] He doth rest anon. (He snaps his jaws suddenly on the air.)

[22540] (He rushes against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) Pretty pretty

[22544] forward to left front centre. He wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed

[22545] sombrero. He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a longstemmed

[22546] bamboo Jacob’s pipe, its clay bowl fashioned as a female head. He

[22547] wears dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps. He has the romantic

[22550] Candia. He settles down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips with a

[22564] drunk, by the way. (He touches the keys again.) Minor chord comes now.

[22593] Atkinson his card I have somewhere. Mac Somebody. Unmack I have it. He

[22617] Penrose. Flipperty Jippert. (He wriggles.) Woman, undoing with sweet

[22621] fiercely with big lingam, the stiff one. (He cries.) Coactus volui. Then

[22624] yadgana. (He chases his tail.) Piffpaff! Popo! (He stops, sneezes.)

[22625] Pchp! (He worries his butt.) Prrrrrht!

[22630] ZOE: (Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils.) He couldn’t get a

[22640] cranes his scraggy neck forward. He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls.)

[22641] Verfluchte Goim! He had a father, forty fathers. He never existed. Pig

[22642] God! He had two left feet. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the

[22643] pope’s bastard. (He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid,

[22672] centurion, polluted her with his genitories. (He sticks out a flickering

[22673] phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his hand on his fork.) Messiah! He burst

[22674] her tympanum. (With gibbering baboon’s cries he jerks his hips in the

[22694] heart, mine love. (He plucks his lutestrings.) When first I saw...

[22697] (He yawns, showing a coalblack throat, and closes his jaws by an upward

[22702] and gives a cow’s lick to his hair. Steered by his rapier, he glides

[22728] LYNCH: He is. A cardinal’s son.

[22735] peeping under it. He wears a battered silk hat sideways on his head. His

[22738] Releasing his thumbs, he invokes grace from on high with large wave

[22744] He lies in the lowest dungeon

[22747] (He looks at all for a moment, his right eye closed tight, his left

[22748] cheek puffed out. Then, unable to repress his merriment, he rocks to and

[22753] He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a snake

[22756] He murdered Nell Flaherty’s duckloving drake.

[22757] (A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe. He scratches himself

[22764] (His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, imparts

[22783] and, half closing the door as he passes, takes the chocolate from his

[22790] pricks his ears.) If it were he? After? Or because not? Or the double

[22795] turns kittenishly to Lynch.) No objection to French lozenges? (He nods.

[22796] She taunts him.) Have it now or wait till you get it? (He opens his

[22798] follows. She whirls it back in right circle. He eyes her.) Catch!

[22800] (She tosses a piece. With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it

[22809] towards the door. Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a swift

[22815] Bloom’s features relax. He places a hand in his waistcoat, posing

[22827] This black makes me sad. Eat and be merry for tomorrow. (He eats.)

[22877] Poor dear papa, a widower, was a regular barometer from it. He believed

[22879] end, remembering king David and the Sunamite, he shared his bed with

[22880] Athos, faithful after death. A dog’s spittle as you probably... (He

[22926] (He knots the lace. Bella places her foot on the floor. Bloom raises

[22945] BELLO: Down! (He taps her on the shoulder with his fan.) Incline feet

[23000] hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness’s porter. (He belches.) And

[23005] lemon or currant sauce. It will hurt you. (He twists her arm. Bloom

[23017] you! (He slaps her face.)

[23042] to one. (He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom’s ear.) Where’s that

[23048] prayed before. (He thrusts out a figged fist and foul cigar.) Here,

[23049] kiss that. Both. Kiss. (He throws a leg astride and, pressing with

[23051] Banbury cross. I’ll ride him for the Eclipse stakes. (He bends

[23053] Ho! Off we pop! I’ll nurse you in proper fashion. (He horserides

[23066] BELLO: Well, I’m not. Wait. (He holds in his breath.) Curse it. Here.

[23067] This bung’s about burst. (He uncorks himself behind: then, contorting

[23068] his features, farts loudly.) Take that! (He recorks himself.) Yes, by

[23071] BLOOM: (A sweat breaking out over him.) Not man. (He sniffs.) Woman.

[23115] and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton. (He guffaws again.) Christ,

[23120] play Vice Versa. It was dear Gerald. He got that kink, fascinated by

[23137] THE SINS OF THE PAST: (In a medley of voices.) He went through a form of

[23139] church. Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an

[23140] address in D’Olier street while he presented himself indecently to

[23141] the instrument in the callbox. By word and deed he frankly encouraged

[23144] he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all

[23146] he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and

[23147] what and how much he could see? Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar,

[23175] (He lifts his arms. His bangle bracelets fall.)

[23180] nice? (He places a ruby ring on her finger.) And there now! With this

[23194] lives. (He chuckles.) My boys will be no end charmed to see you so

[23201] (He points.) For that lot. Trained by owner to fetch and carry, basket

[23202] in mouth. (He bares his arm and plunges it elbowdeep in Bloom’s

[23204] hardon? (He shoves his arm in a bidder’s face.) Here wet the deck and

[23223] weeks. Whoa, my jewel! Beg up! Whoa! (He brands his initial C on

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

[23255] my gay young fellow! He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Well

[23257] all over it. He shot his bolt, I can tell you! Foot to foot, knee to

[23258] knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! He’s no eunuch. A shock of red

[23259] hair he has sticking out of him behind like a furzebush! Wait for nine

[23261] her guts already! That makes you wild, don’t it? Touches the spot? (He

[23284] he...

[23325] BLOOM: Justice! All Ireland versus one! Has nobody...? (He bites his

[23336] cesspool. (He explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh.) We’ll manure you, Mr

[23337] Flower! (He pipes scoffingly.) Byby, Poldy! Byby, Papli!

[23342] (He weeps tearlessly.)

[23357] VOICES: (Sighing.) So he’s gone. Ah yes. Yes, indeed. Bloom? Never

[23409] vent. (He sighs.) ’Twas ever thus. Frailty, thy name is marriage.

[23473] Let’s ring all the bells in Montague street. (He cheers feebly.)

[23517] gorsespine.) Regularly engaged. Circumstances alter cases. (He gazes

[23598] He didn’t know what to do,

[23618] What do you lack with your barbed wire? Crucifix not thick enough? (He

[23632] someone else, not me. (He sniffs.) Rut. Onions. Stale. Sulphur. Grease.

[23694] the sow’s ear of the public. Madam, excuse me. If you allow me. (He

[23705] STEPHEN: (Delightedly.) A hundred thousand apologies. (He fumbles again

[23738] (He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on the sofa.)

[23748] Florry.) So. Allow me. (He takes up the poundnote.) Three times ten.

[23759] STEPHEN: How is that? Le distrait or absentminded beggar. (He fumbles

[23772] BLOOM: I will but is it wise? (He counts.) One, seven, eleven, and five.

[23776] Lessing says. Thirsty fox. (He laughs loudly.) Burying his grandmother.

[23777] Probably he killed her.

[23788] Wonder. Parlour magic. Married. Hm. (He strikes a match and proceeds to

[23796] flat. (He draws the match away. It goes out.) Brain thinks. Near: far.

[23797] Ineluctable modality of the visible. (He frowns mysteriously.) Hm.

[23815] ZOE: Is he hungry?

[23893] he was twentytwo too. Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Twentytwo

[23894] years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. (He winces.) Hurt my hand

[23930] Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (He holds out a forefinger.)

[23944] (He hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom’s antlered head.) Show me

[23949] MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured. (She plops splashing

[23965] longer. (He strides off on stiff cavalry legs.)

[23973] the deed and take a snapshot? (He holds out an ointment jar.) Vaseline,

[23982] geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he simply idolises every bit of her!

[23985] LYDIA DOUCE: (Her mouth opening.) Yumyum. O, he’s carrying her round

[24002] LYNCH: (Points.) The mirror up to nature. (He laughs.) Hu hu hu hu hu!

[24010] invisible. Gaze. (He crows with a black capon’s laugh.) Iagogo! How my

[24056] LYNCH: Let him alone. He’s back from Paris.

[24060] (Stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplace where he

[24078] with dessous troublants. (He clacks his tongue loudly.) Ho, là là! Ce

[24089] they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? (He points about him with

[24102] Waterloo. Watercloset. (He ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger.)

[24123] without end. (He cries.) Pater! Free!

[24127] STEPHEN: Break my spirit, will he? O merde alors! (He cries, his vulture

[24132] SIMON: That’s all right. (He swoops uncertainly through the air,

[24137] Ulster king at arms! Haihoop! (He makes the beagle’s call, giving

[24209] augur’s rod? (He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his

[24218] room, his hands fluttering. He sits tinily on the pianostool and

[24232] hat. With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his crown and jauntyhatted

[24233] skates in. He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a gorget

[24236] his buttonhole is an immense dahlia. He twirls in reversed directions

[24237] a clouded cane, then wedges it tight in his oxter. He places a hand

[24243] abilities. (He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee’s feet.)

[24321] (She runs to Stephen. He leaves Florry brusquely and seizes Kitty. A

[24337] (He wheels Kitty into Lynch’s arms, snatches up his ashplant from

[24363] pram falling bawling. Gum he’s a champion. Fuseblue peer from barrel

[24370] closed he totters. Red rails fly spacewards. Stars all around suns turn

[24371] roundabout. Bright midges dance on walls. He stops dead.)

[24391] afflicted mother. (He upturns his eyes.) Mercurial Malachi!

[24409] you, mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did it, not I. Destiny.

[24430] FLORRY: (Points to Stephen.) Look! He’s white.

[24468] (He lifts his ashplant high with both hands and smashes the chandelier.

[24498] A WHORE: He tore his coat.

[24504] you lifted enough off him? Didn’t he...?

[24510] lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. He raises the ashplant.) Only

[24511] the chimney’s broken. Here is all he...

[24515] BLOOM: (Warding off a blow.) To show you how he hit the paper. There’s

[24518] FLORRY: (With a glass of water, enters.) Where is he?

[24522] BLOOM: O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he’s a Trinity student.

[24523] Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. (He makes

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

[24538] BLOOM: What? Where? (He throws a shilling on the table and starts.)

[24541] (He hurries out through the hall. The whores point. Florry follows,

[24546] about to dismount from the car with two silent lechers. He averts

[24552] Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by

[24558] throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his tail. He

[24559] walks, runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back. He is pelted with gravel,

[24587] THE HUE AND CRY: (Helterskelterpelterwelter.) He’s Bloom! Stop Bloom!

[24598] PRIVATE CARR: (To Cissy Caffrey.) Was he insulting you?

[24603] VOICES: No, he didn’t. I seen him. The girl there. He was in Mrs

[24611] Sisyphus. (He points to himself and the others.) Poetic. Uropoetic.

[24617] PRIVATE COMPTON: He doesn’t half want a thick ear, the blighter. Biff

[24620] PRIVATE CARR: (To Cissy.) Was he insulting you while me and him was

[24641] selfpretence. Personally, I detest action. (He waves his hand.) Hand

[24654] STEPHEN: (Turns.) Eh? (He disengages himself.) Why should I not speak to

[24655] him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? (He

[24659] (He staggers a pace back.)

[24666] tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. (He taps his

[24669] BIDDY THE CLAP: Did you hear what the professor said? He’s a professor

[24674] BIDDY THE CLAP: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of

[24683] (Edward the Seventh appears in an archway. He wears a white jersey on

[24687] artillery company of Massachusetts. He sucks a red jujube. He is robed

[24689] made in Germany. In his left hand he holds a plasterer’s bucket on

[24693] peace. For identification, bucket in my hand. Cheerio, boys. (He turns

[24697] (He shakes hands with Private Carr, Private Compton, Stephen, Bloom and

[24706] point. You die for your country. Suppose. (He places his arm on Private

[24716] STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! (He falls back a pace.) Come somewhere and

[24722] BLOOM: (To the privates, softly.) He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

[24724] know him. He’s a gentleman, a poet. It’s all right.

[24729] PRIVATE CARR: I don’t give a bugger who he is.

[24731] PRIVATE COMPTON: We don’t give a bugger who he is.

[24751] STEPHEN: (Swaying.) I don’t avoid it. He provokes my intelligence.

[24753] BIDDY THE CLAP: One immediately observes that he is of patrician

[24756] THE VIRAGO: Green above the red, says he. Wolfe Tone.

[24777] advances with gladstone bag which he opens.) Ladies and gents,

[24784] (He jerks the rope. The assistants leap at the victim’s legs and drag

[24790] (He gives up the ghost. A violent erection of the hanged sends gouts

[24795] RUMBOLD: I’m near it myself. (He undoes the noose.) Rope which hanged

[24797] (He plunges his head into the gaping belly of the hanged and draws out

[24809] STEPHEN: (Throws up his hands.) O, this is too monotonous! Nothing. He

[24811] brutish empire of his. Money I haven’t. (He searches his pockets

[24842] BLOOM: (Terrified.) He said nothing. Not a word. A pure

[24850] PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He’s a proboer.

[24865] He gives the pilgrim warrior’s sign of the knights templars.)

[24922] He is followed by a race of runners and leapers. In wild attitudes they

[24986] LYNCH: He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! (To Bloom.)

[24987] Get him away, you. He won’t listen to me.

[24989] (He drags Kitty away.)

[24998] CISSY CAFFREY: (Pulling Private Carr.) Come on, you’re boosed. He

[25002] BLOOM: (Over Stephen’s shoulder.) Yes, go. You see he’s incapable.

[25006] (He rushes towards Stephen, fist outstretched, and strikes him in the

[25007] face. Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned. He lies prone, his

[25015] THE CROWD: Let him up! Don’t strike him when he’s down! Air! Who?

[25016] The soldier hit him. He’s a professor. Is he hurted? Don’t manhandle

[25017] him! He’s fainted!

[25019] A HAG: What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under

[25023] with his girl? He gave him the coward’s blow.

[25036] PRIVATE COMPTON: We were with this lady. And he insulted us. And

[25039] CISSY CAFFREY: (With expectation.) Is he bleeding!

[25041] A MAN: (Rising from his knees.) No. Gone off. He’ll come to all right.

[25047] PRIVATE CARR: (Lurches towards the watch.) He insulted my lady friend.

[25058] PRIVATE CARR: (Staggering as he is pulled away.) God fuck old Bennett.

[25059] He’s a whitearsed bugger. I don’t give a shit for him.

[25071] BLOOM: (Quickly.) O, the very man! (He whispers.) Simon Dedalus’ son.

[25077] I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. (He laughs.)

[25085] CORNY KELLEHER: Leave it to me, sergeant. That’ll be all right. (He

[25092] the slate. (He lilts, wagging his head.) With my tooraloom tooraloom

[25104] much, gentlemen. Thank you. (He mumbles confidentially.) We don’t

[25135] No, by God, says I. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. (He

[25139] BLOOM: (Tries to laugh.) He, he, he! Yes. Matter of fact I was just

[25141] fellow, he’s laid up for the past week) and we had a liquor together

[25150] got off to see. (He laughs.) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Will I

[25151] give him a lift home? Where does he hang out? Somewhere in Cabra, what?

[25153] BLOOM: No, in Sandycove, I believe, from what he let drop.

[25158] CORNY KELLEHER: (Scratches his nape.) Sandycove! (He bends down and

[25159] calls to Stephen.) Eh! (He calls again.) Eh! He’s covered with

[25164] CORNY KELLEHER: Ah, well, he’ll get over it. No bones broken. Well,

[25165] I’ll shove along. (He laughs.) I’ve a rendezvous in the morning.

[25189] Kelleher that he is reassuraloomtay. The tinkling hoofs and jingling

[25192] stands irresolute. Then he bends to him and shakes him by the shoulder.)

[25194] BLOOM: Eh! Ho! (There is no answer; he bends again.) Mr Dedalus! (There

[25195] is no answer.) The name if you call. Somnambulist. (He bends again

[25197] Stephen! (There is no answer. He calls again.) Stephen!

[25199] STEPHEN: (Groans.) Who? Black panther. Vampire. (He sighs and stretches

[25204] (He turns on his left side, sighing, doubling himself together.)

[25206] BLOOM: Poetry. Well educated. Pity. (He bends again and undoes

[25207] the buttons of Stephen’s waistcoat.) To breathe. (He brushes the

[25209] pound seven. Not hurt anyhow. (He listens.) What?

[25215] (He stretches out his arms, sighs again and curls his body. Bloom,

[25217] Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the ashplant. He looks down on

[25222] A girl. Some girl. Best thing could happen him. (He murmurs.)... swear

[25224] art or arts... (He murmurs.)... in the rough sands of the sea... a

[25228] (Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands on guard, his fingers at his lips

[25232] in his hand. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing the

[25238] kissing, smiling. He has a delicate mauve face. On his suit he has

[25239] diamond and ruby buttons. In his free left hand he holds a slim ivory

16. Eumaeus

[25259] generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very badly needed. His

[25267] soda or a mineral. But how to get there was the rub. For the nonce he

[25269] to take some measures on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means

[25270] during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. So far as he could see he was

[25282] as he confidently anticipated there was not a sign of a Jehu plying for

[25296] entering thoroughly into the spirit of the thing, he heroically made

[25333] eleventh hour the finis might have been that he might have been a

[25335] an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias or, he being the

[25336] solicitor rather, old Wall, he meant to say, or Mahony which simply

[25337] spelt ruin for a chap when it got bruited about. The reason he mentioned

[25338] the fact was that a lot of those policemen, whom he cordially disliked,

[25345] he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of

[25348] anything. You frittered away your time, he very sensibly maintained, and

[25352] though, touching the much vexed question of stimulants, he relished a

[25354] and possessing aperient virtues (notably a good burgundy which he was

[25355] a staunch believer in) still never beyond a certain point where he

[25358] of all he commented adversely on the desertion of Stephen by all his

[25370] the light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the darker

[25371] figure of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He

[25373] happened before but it cost him no small effort before he remembered

[25374] that he recognised in the sentry a quondam friend of his father’s,

[25375] Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway

[25387] as he always believed in minding his own business moved off but

[25389] though not funkyish in the least. Though unusual in the Dublin area he

[25400] though he was not in an over sober state himself recognised Corley’s

[25402] and his genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of

[25416] Taking Stephen on one side he had the customary doleful ditty to tell.

[25418] had all deserted him. Furthermore he had a row with Lenehan and called

[25420] uncalledfor expressions. He was out of a job and implored of Stephen to

[25421] tell him where on God’s earth he could get something, anything at all,

[25426] finish. Anyhow he was all in.

[25428] —I wouldn’t ask you only, pursued he, on my solemn oath and God

[25436] I was never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh. I got

[25447] addressed of friar Bacon) for a bob. He was starving too though he

[25451] still Stephen’s feelings got the better of him in a sense though he

[25455] would have it he got paid his screw after every middle of the month on

[25458] was nothing would get it out of Corley’s head that he was living in

[25460] He put his hand in a pocket anyhow not with the idea of finding any food

[25461] there but thinking he might lend him anything up to a bob or so in lieu

[25462] so that he might endeavour at all events and get sufficient to eat but

[25463] the result was in the negative for, to his chagrin, he found his cash

[25465] He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment whether he had lost

[25466] as well he might have or left because in that contingency it was not a

[25467] pleasant lookout, very much the reverse in fact. He was altogether too

[25468] fagged out to institute a thorough search though he tried to recollect.

[25469] About biscuits he dimly remembered. Who now exactly gave them he

[25470] wondered or where was or did he buy. However in another pocket he came

[25471] across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously however,

[25489] he got he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags Comisky

[25490] that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam’s, the shipchandler’s,

[25493] he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and

[25500] private account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same

[25502] interlocutor as if he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other though

[25503] where he was not in a position to truthfully state nor had he the

[25505] to not a few in point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his very

[25507] chronic impecuniosity. Palpably he was one of his hangerson but for the

[25512] a very rara avis altogether. In any case he had a consummate amount of

[25517] practised eye, was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the

[25518] blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said,

[25521] —He is down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named

[25524] At this intelligence, in which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr

[25528] whereupon he observed evasively:

[25532] did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive?

[25534] —Half a crown, Stephen responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep

[25538] the intelligence, I can quite credit the assertion and I guarantee he

[25540] to his deeds. But, talking about things in general, where, added he with

[25551] yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of

[25552] conversation that he had moved.

[25554] —I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly.

[25558] than one and a born raconteur if ever there was one. He takes great

[25559] pride, quite legitimate, out of you. You could go back perhaps, he

[25569] his family hearth the last time he saw it with his sister Dilly sitting

[25572] and he could drink it with the oatmealwater for milk after the Friday

[25583] your shoes. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all

[25584] probability he never realised what it is to be without regular meals. Of

[25589] He understood however from all he heard that Dr Mulligan was a versatile

[25596] aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it?, was, he was bound to admit, an

[25597] exceedingly plucky deed which he could not too highly praise, so that

[25598] frankly he was utterly at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be

[25599] at the back of it except he put it down to sheer cussedness or jealousy,

[25602] —Except it simply amounts to one thing and he is what they call

[25603] picking your brains, he ventured to throw out.

[25606] friendliness which he gave at Stephen’s at present morose expression

[25608] problem as to whether he had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by

[25609] two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop or the other way about saw

[25612] and he more than conjectured that, high educational abilities though he

[25613] possessed, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.

[25634] wooden structure, where, prior to then, he had rarely if ever been

[25637] Fitzharris, the invincible, though he could not vouch for the actual

[25655] floor. Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having

[25665] Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he could, suffering

[25670] —Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the

[25678] which he beat a retreat to his counter, Mr Bloom determining to have

[25680] reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his eyes while he did

[25689] was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across.

[25692] Stephen, whom he had singled out for attention in particular, squarely

[25707] —You know Simon Dedalus? he asked at length.

[25714] —He’s Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the

[25719] As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the whole business

[25720] and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor

[25727] Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his

[25728] gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain.

[25733] He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely. Then he

[25737] —Pom! he then shouted once.

[25742] —Pom! he shouted twice.

[25744] Egg two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked, adding

[25748] Never missed nor he never will.

[25758] influence of diamond cut diamond, it might be a matter of ten years. He

[25783] absentee. The face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he

[25807] He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing and with some slow

[25814] In confirmation of which statement he extricated from an inside pocket

[25834] He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his

[25841] He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket which seemed to

[25860] —Know how to keep them off? he inquired generally.

[25862] Nobody volunteering a statement he winked, saying:

[25869] Chile. There was no message evidently, as he took particular notice.

[25874] detected a discrepancy between his name (assuming he was the person

[25875] he represented himself to be and not sailing under false colours

[25879] a way of a longcherished plan he meant to one day realise some Wednesday

[25880] or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to say that he had

[25881] ever travelled extensively to any great extent but he was at heart a

[25882] born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had consistently remained

[25884] Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work a pass through Egan but

[25889] Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six, there and back.

[25895] where doubtless he would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey,

[25897] struck him as a by no means bad notion was he might have a gaze around

[25908] Moody-Manners, perfectly simple matter and he was quite sanguine of

[25952] the route or viceversa or the two sides in fact. He turned back the

[25956] little pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened and

[25958] another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he appetisingly added,

[25967] Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in

[25972] your God, says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.

[25977] —That’s a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his formidable

[25980] After which harrowing dénouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he

[25996] that he didn’t understand one jot of what was going on. Funny, very!

[26001] as he was personally concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He

[26005] speaking, early in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when he was

[26010] The request being complied with he clawed them up with a scrape.

[26018] he had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences

[26019] but he failed to do so, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the

[26027] —I’m tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and

[26030] Tired seemingly, he ceased. His questioner perceiving that he was not

[26034] it covered fully three fourths of it and he fully realised accordingly

[26036] at the lowest, near the North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a

[26040] somewhere sings. And it left him wondering why. Possibly he had tried to

[26059] which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy,

[26065] on me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife. I’m game for that

[26068] Cork where he could be drawing easy money.

[26070] —What age is he? queried one hearer who, by the way, seen from the

[26076] Danny? He’d be about eighteen now, way I figure it.

[26083] —There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater, he remarked, sure as nuts.

[26087] Seeing they were all looking at his chest he accommodatingly dragged

[26094] name of Antonio, done that. There he is himself, a Greek.

[26101] —See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is cursing the mate. And

[26102] there he is now, he added, the same fellow, pulling the skin with his

[26103] fingers, some special knack evidently, and he laughing at a yarn.

[26110] —Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking down on his manly chest. He’s

[26113] He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression

[26124] direction of the questioner about the number. Ate. A Greek he was.

[26126] And then he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his alleged

[26130] For he left me on my ownio.

[26136] sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such he was, had

[26137] laid aside, he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though

[26138] why pink. His reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment

[26139] round the door the same face he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that

[26144] admit he had washed his wife’s undergarments when soiled in Holles

[26148] just then, being on tenterhooks, he desired the female’s room more

[26151] he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door

[26161] senses, if he values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of

[26176] licensed and medically inspected by the proper authorities, a thing, he

[26177] could truthfully state, he, as a paterfamilias, was a stalwart advocate

[26179] he said, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting

[26182] —You as a good catholic, he observed, talking of body and soul,

[26190] and concentrate and remember before he could say:

[26201] he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly

[26231] one of our skipper’s bricks disguised. Still no-one can give what he

[26244] orders. On the other hand he had a distinct and painful recollection

[26247] her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was

[26249] of. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something in some dried peas he

[26250] remembered reading of in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn’t

[26256] —Have a shot at it now, he ventured to say of the coffee after being

[26280] genuine? He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and

[26287] probability in all the spoof he got off his chest being strictly

[26290] He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him and

[26291] Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he clapped eyes on him. Though a

[26295] such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. He

[26296] might even have done for his man supposing it was his own case he told,

[26297] as people often did about others, namely, that he killed him himself

[26302] other hand he might be only bluffing, a pardonable weakness because

[26310] —Mind you, I’m not saying that it’s all a pure invention, he

[26316] see, he proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline of the

[26322] reminded him a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when he occupied

[26328] incompatible about it, he conceded. On the contrary that stab in the

[26329] back touch was quite in keeping with those italianos though candidly he

[26336] the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.

[26338] —Spaniards, for instance, he continued, passionate temperaments like

[26356] triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san

[26374] had his own say to say. He had doubled the cape a few odd times and

[26376] those perils of the deep there was one thing, he declared, stood to him

[26377] or words to that effect, a pious medal he had that saved him.

[26389] deck. No aid was given. Her master, the Mona’s, said he was afraid his

[26396] —Let me cross your bows mate, he said to his neighbour who was just

[26399] He made tracks heavily, slowly with a dumpy sort of a gait to the door,

[26401] due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who

[26402] noticed when he stood up that he had two flasks of presumably ship’s

[26430] ducks and drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether after

[26432] He drank needless to be told and it pointed only once more a moral

[26433] when he might quite easily be in a large way of business if—a big if,

[26434] however—he had contrived to cure himself of his particular partiality.

[26445] What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the only

[26447] Worthington or some name like that, eh? Ask the then captain, he advised

[26451] —Am I right, skipper? he queried of the sailor, now returning after

[26457] the plug probably (which it was), so that he must have lodged it for the

[26458] time being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs

[26460] he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an

[26469] and regaining his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the form

[26470] provided. Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was he, evidently with an axe to

[26472] the natural resources of Ireland or something of that sort which he

[26481] any mortal thing in Irish soil, he stated, and there was that colonel

[26483] anywhere the like of Irish bacon? But a day of reckoning, he stated

[26488] lookin, he affirmed. The Boers were the beginning of the end. Brummagem

[26490] Achilles heel, which he explained to them about the vulnerable point

[26491] of Achilles, the Greek hero, a point his auditors at once seized as he

[26514] peasant. He’s the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?

[26517] he cared nothing for any empire, ours or his, and considered no Irishman

[26525] pending that consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for, he was

[26527] unless they were much bigger fools than he took them for, rather

[26531] time went on, that turned out to be how the cat jumped all he could

[26544] who probably wasn’t the other person at all, he (B.) couldn’t help

[26550] Peter Carey, an idea he utterly repudiated. Quite apart from that he

[26553] shape or form, he certainly did feel and no denying it (while inwardly

[26554] remaining what he was) a certain kind of admiration for a man who

[26556] political convictions (though, personally, he would never be a party to

[26560] mortal (he having had the pair watched), inflicted fatal injuries on his

[26564] outrage and so was not, if he was reliably informed, actually party to

[26567] as for our friend, the pseudo Skin-the-etcetera, he had transparently

[26568] outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died naturally or on

[26572] at the bone for the shadow. So similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion

[26575] Ireland tavern, come back to Erin and so on. Then as for the other he

[26576] had heard not so long before the same identical lingo as he told Stephen

[26577] how he simply but effectually silenced the offender.

[26579] —He took umbrage at something or other, that muchinjured but on the

[26580] whole eventempered person declared, I let slip. He called me a jew and

[26584] soft answer turns away wrath. He hadn’t a word to say for himself as

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

[26588] at the soft impeachment with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to

[26614] —You just took the words out of my mouth, he said. A hocuspocus of

[26623] —They accuse, remarked he audibly. He turned away from the others, who

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

[26639] which the p.p.’s raise the wind on false pretences. I’m, he resumed

[26641] about at the outset and I want to see everyone, concluded he, all

[26652] He could hear, of course, all kinds of words changing colour like those

[26655] beneath or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyes that said or

[26656] didn’t say the words the voice he heard said, if you work.

[26658] —Count me out, he managed to remark, meaning work.

[26660] The eyes were surprised at this observation because as he, the person

[26683] —What belongs, queried Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was perhaps under

[26693] down but in a quandary, as he couldn’t tell exactly what construction

[26698] the utmost importance had not been all that was needful or he hadn’t

[26700] for the young man beside him whom he furtively scrutinised with an air

[26701] of some consternation remembering he had just come back from Paris,

[26703] failing to throw much light on the subject, however, he brought to mind

[26709] to everybody all round he was in the habit of ostentatiously sporting

[26711] after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got landed into hot water

[26717] and two together, six sixteen which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to,

[26722] following in the footsteps of the head of the state, he reflected about

[26732] impropriety between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he untied her,

[26739] For which and further reasons he felt it was his interest and duty even

[26740] to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could

[26745] as such, was, he felt, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the mind.

[26751] lately. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he might meet

[26753] down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of the common

[26754] groove (as he fully intended doing) at the rate of one guinea per

[26758] lay, as luck would have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzling

[26763] allembracing give us this day our daily press. First he got a bit of a

[26773] So to change the subject he read about Dignam R. I. P. which, he

[26782] he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which many friends of the

[26787] Power, eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora (must be where he called

[26799] —Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked as soon as his bottom

[26802] —It is. Really, Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to

[26803] the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could

[26828] —There was every indication they would arrive at that, he, Bloom,

[26834] Return of Parnell. He bet them what they liked. A Dublin fusilier was in

[26835] that shelter one night and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it was

[26836] killed him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for a

[26837] time after committee room no 15 until he was his old self again with

[26839] down on their marrowbones to him to come back when he had recovered his

[26840] senses. Dead he wasn’t. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they

[26841] brought over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer

[26842] general. He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.

[26848] of truth in the stones and, even supposing, he thought a return highly

[26850] his death. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when

[26852] or whether it transpired he owed his death to his having neglected to

[26854] failing to consult a specialist he being confined to his room till he

[26863] of men which undoubtedly he was and a commanding figure, a sixfooter

[26871] the title rôle how to. He saw him once on the auspicious occasion when

[26873] a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact, handed him his

[26874] silk hat when it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he

[26883] he, the heir, went down in as the evidence went to show and there was

[26884] a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, lord Bellew was it, as he might very

[26900] —Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, he was and a cottonball one.

[26903] amount of laughter among his entourage. As regards Bloom he, without the

[26915] coupled, though, since he was her declared favourite, where was the

[26917] housetops, the fact, namely, that he had shared her bedroom which came

[26932] Though it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with

[26934] manhood he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a high order, as

[26940] likely to carve his way to fame which he almost bid fair to do till the

[26942] adherents, and his beloved evicted tenants for whom he had done yeoman

[26950] always moved with the times. Why, as he reflected, Irishtown strand, a

[26951] locality he had not been in for quite a number of years looked different

[26952] somehow since, as it happened, he went to reside on the north side.

[26955] out the very thing he was saying as she also was Spanish or half so,

[26959] —Just bears out what I was saying, he, with glowing bosom said to

[26973] by the by of that Capel street library book out of date, he took out his

[26975] finally he.

[26977] —Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded

[26978] photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type?

[26996] Beside the young man he looked also at the photo of the lady now his

[26997] legal wife who, he intimated, was the accomplished daughter of Major

[27003] in that getup. She could without difficulty, he said, have posed for the

[27004] ensemble, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the. He dwelt, being

[27007] he had seen those Grecian statues, perfectly developed as works of art,

[27013] The spirit moving him he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar’s

[27015] speak for itself on the plea he so that the other could drink in the

[27020] storm. And he did feel a kind of need there and then to follow suit like

[27022] Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased

[27028] out. Suppose she was gone when he? I looked for the lamp which she told

[27029] me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of his because he

[27035] The vicinity of the young man he certainly relished, educated,

[27037] the bunch though you wouldn’t think he had it in him yet you would.

[27038] Besides he said the picture was handsome which, say what you like, it

[27051] cause why and, he failing to quash it, nisi was made absolute. But as

[27055] the party wronged in due course. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being

[27066] Though palpably a radically altered man he was still a commanding figure

[27078] him he did with the utmost celerity) who panting and hatless and whose

[27080] a gentleman born with a stake in the country he, as a matter of fact,

[27084] once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect

[27106] possibly there were several others. He personally, being of a sceptical

[27122] his lifetime. In the nature of single blessedness he would one day take

[27124] ladies’ society was a conditio sine qua non though he had the gravest

[27125] possible doubts, not that he wanted in the smallest to pump Stephen

[27127] brought him down to Irishtown so early in the morning), as to whether he

[27134] he popped out with attracted the elder man who was several years

[27136] he certainly ought to eat even were it only an eggflip made on

[27140] —At what o’clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and

[27145] —Yesterday! exclaimed Bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow

[27154] roughly some score of years previously when he had been a quasi aspirant

[27155] to parliamentary honours in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected

[27156] in retrospect (which was a source of keen satisfaction in itself) he

[27161] wouldn’t exactly hold water, he at the outset in principle at all

[27164] mistake, he was subsequently partially cured of) and even was twitted

[27165] with going a step farther than Michael Davitt in the striking views he

[27166] at one time inculcated as a backtothelander, which was one reason he

[27169] he, though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of

[27172] themselves were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties

[27181] altogether as on the night he misguidedly brought home a dog (breed

[27183] the reverse though he had hurt his hand too) to Ontario Terrace as he

[27186] or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to which of

[27189] His initial impression was he was a shade standoffish or not over

[27190] effusive but it grew on him someway. For one thing he mightn’t what

[27192] was he didn’t know how to lead up to it or word it exactly, supposing

[27193] he did entertain the proposal, as it would afford him very great

[27194] personal pleasure if he would allow him to help to put coin in his

[27195] way or some wardrobe, if found suitable. At all events he wound up

[27198] two and overcoat doubled into a pillow at least he would be in safe

[27199] hands and as warm as a toast on a trivet he failed to perceive any very

[27212] himself for as to who he in reality was let x equal my right name and

[27213] address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the same time he inwardly

[27218] appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts

[27228] sailing, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to the keeper

[27231] —Yes, that’s the best, he assured Stephen to whom for the matter of

[27241] Because he more than suspected he had his father’s voice to bank his

[27242] hopes on which it was quite on the cards he had so it would be just as

[27246] The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former

[27259] The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles

[27260] which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.

[27272] Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what,

[27277] him as he muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of them who were

[27284] and foremost, being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for

[27288] grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in

[27289] four coppers, literally the last of the Mohicans), he having previously

[27294] —Come, he counselled to close the séance.

[27302] —One thing I never understood, he said to be original on the spur

[27310] So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, frankly at the same

[27320] Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen’s right and led him on

[27323] —Yes, Stephen said uncertainly because he thought he felt a strange

[27334] selfsame evicted tenants he had put in their holdings.

[27342] he simply revelled in, the Gloria in that being, to his mind, the acme

[27344] a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred the sacred music of the catholic

[27347] thy protestant to be. He also yielded to none in his admiration of

[27350] sensation, he might safely say, greatly adding to her other laurels and

[27358] line, he had a penchant, though with only a surface knowledge, for the

[27360] it for granted he knew all about the old favourites, he mentioned

[27362] enough, he had heard or overheard, to be more accurate, on yesterday, a

[27363] privilege he keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen’s respected

[27366] put query, said he didn’t sing it but launched out into praises of

[27369] ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an instrument he was contemplating purchasing

[27373] virginals, he said, in the Queen’s chapel or anywhere else he found

[27379] perfectly certain whether he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive

[27380] guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political

[27396] a good poor brute he was sorry he hadn’t a lump of sugar but, as he

[27398] that might crop up. He was just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of a

[27399] horse, without a second care in the world. But even a dog, he reflected,

[27401] holy horror to face. But it was no animal’s fault in particular if he

[27405] harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his back and he sees the

[27411] —What’s this I was saying? Ah, yes! My wife, he intimated, plunging

[27415] He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen,

[27418] he was perhaps not that way built.

[27420] Still, supposing he had his father’s gift as he more than suspected,

[27424] Exquisite variations he was now describing on an air Youth here has End

[27426] from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep about

[27432] These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Bloom, nodding,

[27433] said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by all means which

[27434] he did.

[27437] which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could easily,

[27445] influence the good impression he would infallibly score a distinct

[27448] to so as to the better worm his way into their good graces as he, a

[27451] matter of months and he could easily foresee him participating in

[27455] cases of which, as he happened to know, were on record—in fact,

[27456] without giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he cared

[27459] tuition fees. Not, he parenthesised, that for the sake of filthy lucre

[27460] he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a walk in life for

[27470] Just and their genus omne. Yes, beyond a shadow of a doubt he could with

[27471] all the cards in his hand and he had a capital opening to make a name

[27472] for himself and win a high place in the city’s esteem where he could

[27479] his own master, he would have heaps of time to practise literature in

[27482] a matter for himself alone. In fact, he had the ball at his feet and

[27486] The horse was just then. And later on at a propitious opportunity he

[27489] connection with a certain budding practitioner who, he noticed, was

[27499] crupper he mired. And humanely his driver waited till he (or she) had

[27509] watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked car, both black, one

[27512] their tête à tête (which, of course, he was utterly out of) about

17. Ithaca

[27605] He reflected that the progressive extension of the field of individual

[27611] From inexistence to existence he came to many and was as one received:

[27612] existence with existence he was with any as any with any: from existence

[27613] to nonexistence gone he would be by all as none perceived.

[27618] 7 Eccles street, he inserted his hand mechanically into the back pocket

[27623] It was in the corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on

[27626] Why was he doubly irritated?

[27628] Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded

[27638] A stratagem. Resting his feet on the dwarf wall, he climbed over the

[27646] Did he fall?

[27658] Did he rise uninjured by concussion?

[27660] Regaining new stable equilibrium he rose uninjured though concussed by

[27666] by regulating, he reduced to quiescent candescence and lit finally a

[27671] Reclined against the area railings he perceived through the transparent

[27685] Yes, entering softly, he helped to close and chain the door and followed

[27693] He extinguished the candle by a sharp expiration of breath upon its

[27739] He removed the saucepan to the left hob, rose and carried the iron

[27818] Having set the halffilled kettle on the now burning coals, why did he

[27830] That he was hydrophobe, hating partial contact by immersion or total by

[27844] What additional didactic counsels did he similarly repress?

[27892] shoot, with thought of aught he sought though fraught with nought might

[27904] The operative surgical quality but that he was reluctant to shed human

[27945] and definitive result of which he had read in the Evening Telegraph,

[27959] Journal and National Press which he had been about to throw away

[27960] (subsequently thrown away), he had proceeded towards the oriental

[27975] He had not risked, he did not expect, he had not been disappointed, he

[27985] He poured into two teacups two level spoonfuls, four in all, of Epps’s

[27996] he substituted a cup identical with that of his guest and served

[28001] Was the guest conscious of and did he acknowledge these marks of

[28004] His attention was directed to them by his host jocosely, and he

[28008] Were there marks of hospitality which he contemplated but suppressed,

[28027] engaged in mental composition he reflected on the pleasures derived from

[28028] literature of instruction rather than of amusement as he himself had

[28032] Had he found their solution?

[28035] aided by a glossary, he had derived imperfect conviction from the text,

[28049] Did he find four separating forces between his temporary guest and him?

[28053] What anagrams had he made on his name in youth?

[28060] What acrostic upon the abbreviation of his first name had he (kinetic

[28117] until he would attain that age in the year 3072 A.D., Bloom would have

[28140] gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.

[28155] Had he performed any special corporal work of mercy for her?

[28157] He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, an infirm widow

[28167] Why could he then support that his vigil with the greater equanimity?

[28169] Because in middle youth he had often sat observing through a rondel

[28199] circle gyration beyond his courage yet as a High school scholar he

[28212] He thought that he thought that he was a jew whereas he knew that he

[28213] knew that he knew that he was not.

[28245] Why did Bloom refrain from stating that he had frequented the university

[28258] Certain possible inventions of which he had cogitated when reclining

[28321] Which example did he adduce to induce Stephen to deduce that

[28335] Wheels and hoofs. She hurries out. He comes from his dark corner. He

[28336] seizes solitary paper. He holds it towards fire. Twilight. He reads.

[28359] Did he attribute this homonymity to information or coincidence or

[28364] Did he depict the scene verbally for his guest to see?

[28366] He preferred himself to see another’s face and listen to another’s

[28370] Did he see only a second coincidence in the second scene narrated to

[28437] How had he attempted to remedy this state of comparative ignorance?

[28444] With what success had he attempted direct instruction?

[28457] She disliked umbrella with rain, he liked woman with umbrella, she

[28458] disliked new hat with rain, he liked woman with new hat, he bought new

[28462] postexilic eminence did he adduce?

[28555] He heard in a profound ancient male unfamiliar melody the accumulation

[28560] He saw in a quick young male familiar form the predestination of a

[28596] He drove it o’er the jew’s garden wall.

[28598] He broke the jew’s windows all.

[28601] With unmixed feeling. Smiling, a jew, he heard with pleasure and saw the

[28613] For if my master he did hear

[28614] He’d make it a sorry ball.”

[28623] And now he’ll play his ball no more

[28624] For he lies among the dead.

[28627] With mixed feelings. Unsmiling, he heard and saw with wonder a jew’s

[28633] inadvertence twice by design he challenges his destiny. It comes when he

[28641] He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him

[28650] He weighed the possible evidences for and against ritual murder: the

[28657] From which (if any) of these mental or physical disorders was he not

[28660] From hypnotic suggestion: once, waking, he had not recognised his

[28661] sleeping apartment: more than once, waking, he had been for an

[28676] What other infantile memories had he of her?

[28692] What memories had he of her adolescence?

[28706] Less than he had imagined, more than he had hoped.

[28737] tumblerful of lemonade which it (he) had appeared to have accepted (cf

[28741] In what way had he utilised gifts (1) an owl, 2) a clock, given as

[28792] If he had known the late Mrs Emily Sinico, accidentally killed at Sydney

[28835] publicly declared to an exhilarated audience that he (Bloom) was his

[28837] summer of 1898 he (Bloom) had marked a florin (2/-) with three notches

[28853] Because at the critical turningpoint of human existence he desired to

[28857] He believed then that human life was infinitely perfectible, eliminating

[28874] Why did he desist from speculation?

[28882] He affirmed his significance as a conscious rational animal proceeding

[28893] That as a competent keyless citizen he had proceeded energetically from

[28958] Why did he not elaborate these calculations to a more precise result?

[28961] the quadrature of the circle he had learned of the existence of a number

[28973] Did he find the problems of the inhabitability of the planets and their

[28983] when proposing this problem for solution, he had conjectured as a

[29046] Was he more convinced of the esthetic value of the spectacle?

[29053] Did he then accept as an article of belief the theory of astrological

[29086] How did he elucidate the mystery of an invisible attractive person, his

[29202] Had he ever been a spectator of those phenomena?

[29205] of Luke Doyle, Kimmage, he had awaited with patience the apparition

[29209] He remembered the initial paraphenomena?

[29216] Did he remain?

[29218] With deep inspiration he returned, retraversing the garden, reentering

[29219] the passage, reclosing the door. With brief suspiration he reassumed the

[29235] alteration which he had frequently intended to execute): the blue and

[29285] From an open box on the majolicatopped table he extracted a black

[29327] Brothers and sisters had he none.

[29331] From infancy to maturity he had resembled his maternal procreatrix.

[29332] From maturity to senility he would increasingly resemble his paternal

[29433] Why, firstly and secondly, did he not consult the work in question?

[29437] the work in question, he remembered by mnemotechnic the name of the

[29454] He removed his collar, with contained black necktie and collapsible

[29455] stud, from his neck to a position on the left of the table. He

[29463] of the mammary prominences. He unbraced successively each of six minus

[29468] He compressed between 2 fingers the flesh circumjacent to a cicatrice in

[29471] He scratched imprecisely with his right hand, though insensible of

[29473] abluted skin. He inserted his left hand into the left lower pocket of

[29512] Sensible of a benignant persistent ache in his footsoles he extended

[29515] several different directions, then, inclined, he disnoded the laceknots,

[29662] Might he become a gentleman farmer of field produce and live stock?

[29680] What course of action did he outline for himself in such capacity?

[29701] Prove that he had loved rectitude from his earliest youth.

[29703] To Master Percy Apjohn at High School in 1880 he had divulged his

[29710] friendship (terminated by the premature emigration of the former) he

[29714] Species. In 1885 he had publicly expressed his adherence to the

[29727] How much and how did he propose to pay for this country residence?

[29838] For what reason did he meditate on schemes so difficult of realisation?

[29848] As a physicist he had learned that of the 70 years of complete human

[29850] he knew that at the termination of any allotted life only an

[29852] a physiologist he believed in the artificial placation of malignant

[29855] What did he fear?

[30018] Because in immature impatience he had treated with disrespect certain

[30034] What first reminiscence had he of Rudolph Bloom (deceased)?

[30057] Occasionally he ate without having previously removed his hat.

[30058] Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an

[30059] inclined plate. Occasionally he removed from his lips the traces of food

[30181] Ever he would wander, selfcompelled, to the extreme limit of his

[30185] imperceptibly he would hear and somehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey

[30187] the Northern Crown he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the

[30238] conclude lest he should not conclude involuntarily apprehend?

[30305] He deposited the articles of clothing on a chair, removed his remaining

[30326] some flakes of potted meat, recooked, which he removed.

[30328] If he had smiled why would he have smiled?

[30331] enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if

[30333] last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor

[30359] Because he had observed with augmenting frequency in the preceding

[30439] By what reflections did he, a conscious reactor against the void of

[30478] He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each

[30494] Negative: he omitted to mention the clandestine correspondence between

[30499] surname unknown. Positive: he included mention of a performance by Mrs

[30582] He rests. He has travelled.

18. Penelope

[30609] Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his

[30610] breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel when he

[30612] to make himself interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he

[30613] thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing all for

[30623] he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and always

[30626] not proud out of nothing but not always if ever he got anything really

[30631] maybe like the smutty photo he has shes as much a nun as Im not yes

[30634] dyinglooking one off the south circular when he sprained his foot at

[30638] her old maids voice trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to

[30639] never see thy face again though he looked more like a man with his beard

[30641] dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring his corns afraid hed

[30644] they do yes he came somewhere Im sure by his appetite anyway love its

[30646] night women if it was down there he was really and the hotel story he

[30649] that big babbyface I saw him and he not long married flirting with a

[30650] young girl at Pooles Myriorama and turned my back on him when he slinked

[30651] out looking quite conscious what harm but he had the impudence to make

[30655] little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the

[30657] yesterday he was scribbling something a letter when I came into the

[30659] me and he covered it up with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking

[30662] especially getting on to forty he is now so as to wheedle any money she

[30664] bottom was to hide it not that I care two straws now who he does it with

[30671] pretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough for them it was

[30675] her aunt if you please common robbery so it was but I was sure he had

[30676] something on with that one it takes me to find out a thing like that he

[30685] touch him if I thought he was with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven

[30687] the W C too because she knew she was too well off yes because he couldnt

[30688] possibly do without it that long so he must do it somewhere and the last

[30689] time he came on my bottom when was it the night Boylan gave my hand a

[30692] singing the young May moon shes beaming love because he has an idea

[30693] about him and me hes not such a fool he said Im dining out and going to

[30705] so on about the monuments and he tired me out with statues encouraging

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

[30709] make a whore of me what he never will he ought to give it up now at this

[30711] pretending to like it till he comes and then finish it off myself anyway

[30720] to go to Father Corrigan he touched me father and what harm if he did

[30723] it where you sit down yes O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and

[30725] way he put it I forget no father and I always think of the real father

[30726] what did he want to know for when I already confessed it to God he had

[30728] would he Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know

[30729] me in the box I could see his face he couldnt see mine of course hed

[30735] H the pope for a penance I wonder was he satisfied with me one thing I

[30737] though I laughed Im not a horse or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking

[30738] of his fathers I wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in

[30739] it who gave him that flower he said he bought he smelt of some kind of

[30744] had the squirrel talking stamps with father he had all he could do to

[30755] its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes to church

[30756] mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey

[30757] matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the

[30758] lamp because he must have come 3 or 4 times with that tremendous big red

[30759] brute of a thing he has I thought the vein or whatever the dickens they

[30763] standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I think a few dozen he

[30765] one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a whole

[30769] to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of spunk in

[30783] him though still if he was married Im sure hed have a fine strong child

[30786] me and Boylan set him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll

[30788] he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons

[30789] housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neck it was on account

[30791] row over politics he began it not me when he said about Our Lord being a

[30792] carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive about

[30794] he was gone on me and the first socialist he said He was he annoyed me

[30795] so much I couldnt put him into a temper still he knows a lot of mixedup

[30799] after that I pretended I had a coolness on with her over him because he

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

[30801] to and I said over to Floey and he made me the present of Byrons poems

[30803] get him to make it up any time I know how Id even supposing he got in

[30804] with her again and was going out to see her somewhere Id know if he

[30811] me but he might imagine he was and make a declaration to her with his

[30812] plabbery kind of a manner like he did to me though I had the devils own

[30813] job to get it out of him though I liked him for that it showed he could

[30814] hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he was on the pop of asking

[30820] Josie whenever he was there meaning him of course glauming me over and

[30824] the indifferent when they come out with something the kind he is what

[30825] spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at

[30826] that time trying to look like Lord Byron I said I liked though he

[30827] was too beautiful for a man and he was a little before we got engaged

[30839] to run him down what was it she told me O yes that sometimes he used to

[30843] anyhow whatever he does always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes

[30844] in wet or shine and always blacks his own boots too and he always takes

[30845] off his hat when he comes up in the street like then and now hes going

[30851] put up with him the way I do know me come sleep with me yes and he knows

[30865] theyre all so different Boylan talking about the shape of my foot he

[30866] noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C

[30871] he made me buy takes you half an hour to let them down wetting all

[30874] some robber of a woman and he wanted me to put it in the Irish times

[30877] door he was looking when I looked back and I went there for tea 2 days

[30878] after in the hope but he wasnt now how did that excite him because I was

[30879] crossing them when we were in the other room first he meant the shoes

[30885] wasnt black out when he asked to take off my stockings lying on the

[30888] hes not natural like the rest of the world that I what did he say I

[30890] mean I asked him I forget what he said because the stoppress edition

[30893] tasting the butter so I took my time Bartell DArcy too that he used to

[30894] make fun of when he commenced kissing me on the choir stairs after

[30896] straight on the brow and part which is my brown part he was pretty hot

[30897] for all his tinny voice too my low notes he was always raving about if

[30898] you can believe him I liked the way he used his mouth singing then he

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

[30903] can happen without him knowing he hadnt an idea about my mother till we

[30904] were engaged otherwise hed never have got me so cheap as he did he was

[30906] my drawers that was the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed

[30914] against the sun so he could see every atom she had on when he saw me

[30915] from behind following in the rain I saw him before he saw me however

[30918] and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was he doing there

[30922] coming along skulking after me his eyes on my neck he had been keeping

[30923] away from the house he felt it was getting too warm for him so I

[30924] halfturned and stopped then he pestered me to say yes till I took off my

[30925] glove slowly watching him he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for

[30928] to carry about in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santisima he did look

[30929] a big fool dreeping in the rain splendid set of teeth he had made me

[30931] I had on with the sunray pleats that there was nobody he said hed kneel

[30932] down in the wet if I didnt so persevering he would too and ruin his new

[30937] out was he circumcised he was shaking like a jelly all over they want

[30939] waiting all the time for his dinner he told me to say I left my purse in

[30940] the butchers and had to go back for it what a Deceiver then he wrote me

[30941] that letter with all those words in it how could he have the face to any

[30943] asking me have I offended you with my eyelids down of course he saw I

[30944] wasnt he had a few brains not like that other fool Henny Doyle he was

[30951] a day I liked the way he made love then he knew the way to take a woman

[30952] when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th then I wrote

[30953] the night he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt describe it

[30954] simply it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he never knew how to

[30955] embrace well like Gardner I hope hell come on Monday as he said at the

[30961] professor I had to say Im a fright yes but he was a real old gent in his

[30965] was just beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was trying to make a

[30966] fool of me when I knew his tattarrattat at the door he must have been

[30968] coming from school I never know the time even that watch he gave me

[30973] to Belfast just as well he has to go to Ennis his fathers anniversary

[30974] the 27th it wouldnt be pleasant if he did suppose our rooms at the hotel

[30980] anything of course he didnt believe me no its better hes going where

[30981] he is besides something always happens with him the time going to the

[30983] us then the bell rang out he walks down the platform with the soup

[30984] splashing about taking spoonfuls of it hadnt he the nerve and the waiter

[30986] engine to start but he wouldnt pay till he finished it the two gentlemen

[30987] in the 3rd class carriage said he was quite right so he was too hes so

[30988] pigheaded sometimes when he gets a thing into his head a good job he was

[30991] in a train or a car with lovely soft cushions I wonder will he take

[30992] a 1st class for me he might want to do it in the train by tipping the

[31005] put it past him like he got me on to sing in the Stabat Mater by going

[31006] around saying he was putting Lead Kindly Light to music I put him up to

[31007] that till the jesuits found out he was a freemason thumping the piano

[31008] lead Thou me on copied from some old opera yes and he was going about

[31010] talking his usual trash and nonsense he says that little man he showed

[31011] me without the neck is very intelligent the coming man Griffiths is he

[31012] well he doesnt look it thats all I can say still it must have been him

[31013] he knew there was a boycott I hate the mention of their politics after

[31015] Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric fever he was a lovely

[31016] fellow in khaki and just the right height over me Im sure he was brave

[31017] too he said I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal lock

[31018] my Irish beauty he was pale with excitement about going away or wed be

[31019] seen from the road he couldnt stand properly and I so hot as I never

[31023] with their fever if he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been so

[31030] money over selling the horses for the cavalry well he could buy me a

[31038] smother themselves for the fat lot I care he has plenty of money and hes

[31040] out whether he likes me I looked a bit washy of course when I looked

[31046] stick out her tongue as far as ever she could and he so quiet and mild

[31048] them lovely stuff in that blue suit he had on and stylish tie and socks

[31050] cut his clothes have and his heavy watch but he was like a perfect devil

[31051] for a few minutes after he came back with the stoppress tearing up the

[31052] tickets and swearing blazes because he lost 20 quid he said he lost over

[31053] that outsider that won and half he put on for me on account of Lenehans

[31054] tip cursing him to the lowest pits that sponger he was making free

[31068] kind of drawers he likes none at all I think didnt he say yes and half

[31076] the Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the hips he saved the one I have

[31081] ORourkes was as flat as a pancake he makes his money easy Larry they

[31082] call him the old mangy parcel he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a

[31083] bottle of hogwash he tried to palm off as claret that he couldnt get

[31087] that much I have the violet pair I wore today thats all he bought me

[31088] out of the cheque he got on the first O no there was the face lotion

[31091] it God only knows whether he did after all I said to him Ill know by

[31117] oyster knife he went no he made her wear a kind of a tin thing round her

[31118] and the prince of Wales yes he had the oyster knife cant be true a thing

[31119] like that like some of those books he brings me the works of Master

[31124] can see its not true and that Ruby and Fair Tyrants he brought me that

[31127] woman in that all invention made up about he drinking the champagne out

[31132] a rich lady of course she felt honoured H R H he was in Gibraltar the

[31133] year I was born I bet he found lilies there too where he planted the

[31134] tree he planted more than that in his time he might have planted me

[31135] too if hed come a bit sooner then I wouldnt be here as I am he ought to

[31136] chuck that Freeman with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of it and

[31139] course he prefers plottering about the house so you cant stir with him

[31142] advertisements when he could have been in Mr Cuffes still only for

[31143] what he did then sending me to try and patch it up I could have got him

[31144] promoted there to be the manager he gave me a great mirada once or twice

[31145] first he was as stiff as the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom only I

[31151] rich shops get on your nerves nothing kills me altogether only he

[31152] thinks he knows a great lot about a womans dress and cooking mathering

[31153] everything he can scour off the shelves into it if I went by his advices

[31155] the one like a weddingcake standing up miles off my head he said suited

[31160] for but I stared it out of her yes he was awfully stiff and no wonder

[31161] but he changed the second time he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual like

[31162] the soup but I could see him looking very hard at my chest when he stood

[31166] I just half smiled I know my chest was out that way at the door when he

[31169] yes I think he made them a bit firmer sucking them like that so long he

[31170] made me thirsty titties he calls them I had to laugh yes this one anyhow

[31181] of the fish used to be when I was passing pretending he was pissing

[31195] woman is beauty of course thats admitted when he said I could pose for a

[31196] picture naked to some rich fellow in Holles street when he lost the

[31200] he has nymphs used they go about like that I asked him about her and

[31201] that word met something with hoses in it and he came out with some

[31202] jawbreakers about the incarnation he never can explain a thing simply

[31203] the way a body can understand then he goes and burns the bottom out of

[31205] teeth still where he tried to bite the nipple I had to scream out arent

[31207] enough for two what was the reason of that he said I could have got a

[31211] my face that was his studenting hurt me they used to weaning her till he

[31213] to suck them they were so hard he said it was sweeter and thicker than

[31214] cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea well hes beyond everything I

[31217] Master Poldy yes and its so much smoother the skin much an hour he was

[31221] he was here or somebody to let myself go with and come again like that I

[31222] feel all fire inside me or if I could dream it when he made me spend

[31229] he does it and doesnt talk I gave my eyes that look with my hair a bit

[31257] Concone is the name of those exercises he bought me one of those new

[31263] affly Hester x x x x x she didnt look a bit married just like a girl he

[31264] was years older than her wogger he was awfully fond of me when he held

[31274] horses I never heard of such a thing in all my life yes he used to break

[31283] we were fighting in the morning with the pillow what fun he was watching

[31284] me whenever he got an opportunity at the band on the Alameda esplanade

[31288] looked at myself in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he

[31290] looking disappointed and gay at the same time he was like Thomas in

[31296] that other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it so as he

[31299] in them like that one he brought me about the one from Flanders a whore

[31312] uniforms on shore leave made me seasick he didnt say anything he was

[31324] whoever he was or did supposed to be some great fellow landed off the

[31326] dressed up poor man and he in mourning for the son then the same old

[31336] of some other dirty story to tell up in a corner but he never forgot

[31339] do the same to the next woman that came along I suppose he died of

[31350] for them not even if you shake hands twice with the left he didnt

[31356] noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his

[31366] awfully nice man he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss

[31368] coffee service he had too on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far

[31372] more than mine poor Nancy its a bother having to answer he always tells

[31376] a thing he really likes me O thanks be to the great God I got somebody

[31379] would write me a loveletter his wasnt much and I told him he could write

[31380] what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women

[31381] believe love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered

[31388] few simple words he could twist how he liked not acting with precipat

[31409] he signed it I near jumped out of my skin I wanted to pick him up when

[31411] he tipped me just in passing but I never thought hed write making an

[31416] near the time he was the first man kissed me under the Moorish wall my

[31418] he put his tongue in my mouth his mouth was sweetlike young I put my

[31421] la Flora and he believed me that I was to be married to him in 3 years

[31424] imagining the Spanish girls he didnt like I suppose one of them wouldnt

[31425] have him I got him excited he crushed all the flowers on my bosom he

[31426] brought me he couldnt count the pesetas and the perragordas till I

[31427] taught him Cappoquin he came from he said on the black water but it was

[31428] too short then the day before he left May yes it was May when the infant

[31435] he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open in the front to

[31444] do what you liked lie there for ever he caressed them outside they love

[31447] best my blouse open for his last day transparent kind of shirt he had I

[31448] could see his chest pink he wanted to touch mine with his for a moment

[31449] but I wouldnt let him he was awfully put out first for fear you never

[31462] rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying below us he was

[31466] down the middle on the wrong side of them Molly darling he called me

[31468] he was rather fair he had a laughing kind of a voice so I went round to

[31469] the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said

[31473] 20 years if I said firtree cove he would if he came up behind me and

[31477] little knows what I did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt

[31484] the Hebrew on them I wanted to fire his pistol he said he hadnt one he

[31485] didnt know what to make of me with his peak cap on that he always wore

[31503] throwing them at him he went to India he was to write the voyages those

[31508] sentry had he said hed have one or two from on board I wore that frock

[31517] wanted to give him a memento he gave me that clumsy Claddagh ring for

[31524] no he hadnt a moustache that was Gardner yes I can see his face

[31541] it I was afraid he mightnt like my accent first he so English all father

[31543] he always said theyre so snotty about themselves some of those cads he

[31544] wasnt a bit like that he was dead gone on my lips let them get a husband

[31546] can excite a swell with money that can pick and choose whoever he wants

[31551] vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he gave

[31582] in at 4 in the morning it must be if not more still he had the manners

[31584] money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he

[31588] wherever he learned that from and I love to hear him falling up the

[31605] toenails first like he does with the letters no not with Boylan there

[31608] blazes he says not a bank holiday anyhow I hate those ruck of Mary Ann

[31611] a boat with him after him at Bray telling the boatman he knew how to row

[31612] if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the gold cup hed say

[31616] oar slipping out of the stirrup its a mercy we werent all drowned he can

[31619] all the people and give him what that one calls flagellate till he was

[31621] chap I dont know who he is with that other beauty Burke out of the City

[31622] Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the slip always where he

[31625] he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other Mr de

[31637] in the confusion musical academy he was going to make on the first floor

[31638] drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go

[31640] all the things he told father he was going to do and me but I saw

[31642] honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the gondolas and the lake of Como he

[31644] how nice I said whatever I liked he was going to do immediately if

[31645] not sooner will you be my man will you carry my can he ought to get a

[31646] leather medal with a putty rim for all the plans he invents then leaving

[31649] prevent me shutting it like that picture of that hardened criminal he

[31650] was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in jail then he comes out and

[31658] I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a

[31659] candle and a poker as if he was looking for a mouse as white as a sheet

[31660] frightened out of his wits making as much noise as he possibly could

[31666] that all the same on account of me and Boylan thats why he did it Im

[31667] certain the way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt turn round

[31672] two at a time to look at her if he knew she broke off the hand off that

[31676] shes right not to ruin her hands I noticed he was always talking to her

[31678] understand sly of course that comes from his side of the house he

[31679] cant say I pretend things can he Im too honest as a matter of fact and

[31681] me shed tell not him I suppose he thinks Im finished out and laid on

[31686] Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at night its as well he sent

[31707] on the moment the face and everything but he didnt remember me yes and

[31715] the curtain came down because he looked so handsome then we had Martin

[31724] he felt lost shes always making love to my things too the few old rags

[31738] to command her as she said herself well if he doesnt correct her faith

[31749] his friends to entertain them like the night he walked home with a dog

[31753] the other and his son that got all those prizes for whatever he won them

[31755] him that knew us I wonder he didnt tear a big hole in his grand funeral

[31757] down into the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his head I ask pity

[31760] mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might think was something

[31764] an operation or if its not that its drink and he beats her Ill have to

[31769] you of course all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had up in me

[31771] out of a body unless he likes it some men do God knows theres always

[31775] and her husband at the Gaiety something he did about insurance for him

[31782] about adultery that idiot in the gallery hissing the woman adulteress he

[31783] shouted I suppose he went and had a woman in the next lane running round

[31784] all the back ways after to make up for it I wish he had what I had then

[31787] sea anyhow he didnt make me pregnant as big as he is I dont want to ruin

[31799] might look like a young girl wouldnt he get the great suckin the next

[31800] time he turned up my clothes on me Id give anything to see his face

[31804] and skirt first in the other room he was so busy where he oughtnt to be

[31805] he never felt me I hope my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits

[31809] dont forget I bet he never saw a better pair of thighs than that look

[31820] Collins for womens diseases on Pembroke road your vagina he called it I

[31821] suppose thats how he got all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round

[31824] theyre all right I wouldnt marry him not if he was the last man in

[31827] had an offensive odour what did he want me to do but the one thing gold

[31830] pass it easily pass what I thought he was talking about the rock of

[31831] Gibraltar the way he put it thats a very nice invention too by the

[31840] still I liked him when he sat down to write the thing out frowning so

[31842] anything no matter who except an idiot he was clever enough to spot

[31846] something he got out of some nonsensical book that he had me always at

[31849] coming next only natural weakness it was he excited me I dont know how

[31852] I suppose on account of my being jewess looking after my mother he used

[31853] to amuse me the things he said with the half sloothering smile on him

[31854] and all the Doyles said he was going to stand for a member of Parliament

[31859] and persecution he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then might he

[31860] as a great favour the very 1st opportunity he got a chance in Brighton

[31865] natural size so that a woman could sit on it properly he kneels down to

[31867] he has look at the way hes sleeping at the foot of the bed how can he

[31868] without a hard bolster its well he doesnt kick or he might knock out

[31870] he took me to show one wet Sunday in the museum in Kildare street all

[31872] sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than the jews and

[31874] imitating everybody I suppose he used to sleep at the foot of the bed

[31879] course he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance of a thing I hope

[31882] bed always reminds me of old Cohen I suppose he scratched himself in it

[31883] often enough and he thinks father bought it from Lord Napier that I used

[31887] street and Holles street and he goes about whistling every time were on

[31893] something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thoms and Helys and Mr

[31895] lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and gives

[31898] freemasons then well see if the little man he showed me dribbling

[31900] consolation that he says is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed

[31906] he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I suppose he thinks I

[31910] he brought me another time as if we hadnt enough of that in real life

[31917] night man man tyrant as ever for the one thing he slept on the floor

[31920] petted so I thought I stood out enough for one time and let him he does

[31922] flat or I dont know what he forgets that wethen I dont Ill make him do

[31923] it again if he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to sleep in the

[31926] with a married woman thats why he wants me and Boylan though as for her

[31930] bonnet on the top of his nob let us into by the back way he was throwing

[31945] barmaid he does of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick

[31949] help it making fun of him then behind his back I know well when he goes

[31950] on with his idiotics because he has sense enough not to squander every

[31951] penny piece he earns down their gullets and looks after his wife and

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

[31957] youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was at the Glencree dinner

[31958] and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night he borrowed the swallowtail

[31961] didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been a

[31963] that to see him trotting off in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus too he

[31966] hawthorn bough he was always on for flirtyfying too when I sang Maritana

[31967] with him at Freddy Mayers private opera he had a delicious glorious

[31968] voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always sang it not

[31969] like Bartell DArcy sweet tart goodbye of course he had the gift of the

[31972] for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to May

[31974] hes a widower now I wonder what sort is his son he says hes an author

[31976] what is he driving at now showing him my photo its not good of me I

[31978] still I look young in it I wonder he didnt make him a present of it

[31984] he insisted hed go into mourning for the cat I suppose hes a man now by

[31985] this time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little fellow in his

[31987] saw him at Mat Dillons he liked me too I remember they all do wait by

[31988] God yes wait yes hold on he was on the cards this morning when I laid

[31996] poetry in it I hope he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his eyes or

[31999] when I was a girl first I thought he was a poet like lord Byron and not

[32000] an ounce of it in his composition I thought he was quite different I

[32001] wonder is he too young hes about wait 88 I was married 88 Milly is 15

[32002] yesterday 89 what age was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I suppose

[32004] that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting

[32006] course he pretended to understand it all probably he told him he was

[32008] a professor like Goodwin was he was a potent professor of John Jameson

[32009] they all write about some woman in their poetry well I suppose he wont

[32025] thered be some consolation for a woman like that lovely little statue he

[32030] looking as if it was asking you to suck it so clean and white he looks

[32038] the lady herself and see if he comes out Ill read and study all I can

[32039] find or learn a bit off by heart if I knew who he likes so he wont think

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

[32041] other part Ill make him feel all over him till he half faints under

[32043] photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous O but then what am

[32046] no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no

[32057] they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist

[32065] blush why should it either its only nature and he puts his thing long

[32073] out what they did together well naturally and if he did can he undo it

[32074] hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other

[32076] casts a 2nd thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants

[32077] and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for Id like to

[32081] suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat at

[32085] I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss

[32086] our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked

[32101] night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing

[32102] match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by his gaiters and

[32104] a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes

[32108] well he may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if

[32109] he knew how he came out on the cards this morning hed have something to

[32111] Lord knows what he does that I dont know and Im to be slooching around

[32126] theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one it wasnt my

[32133] more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was

[32134] somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting

[32138] the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants

[32139] what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I

[32142] so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept in there on the sofa

[32143] in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young

[32159] tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not

[32160] so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow was dead

[32165] kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines

[32170] notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things

[32171] come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us

[32173] he could do his writing and studies at the table in there for all the

[32174] scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the morning

[32175] like me as hes making the breakfast for 1 he can make it for 2 Im sure

[32176] Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes

[32195] let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is fucked yes and

[32205] He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men then if he

[32207] in his face as large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole

[32209] Ill tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he

[32212] name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it up

[32213] besides he wont spend it Ill let him do it off on me behind provided he

[32216] that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him Ill tighten my

[32223] never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you

[32233] in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that

[32236] get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he

[32260] shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on

[32264] kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain

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

[32267] liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew

[32269] leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first

[32271] things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and

[32293] girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the

[32295] him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to

[32297] drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his