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1. Telemachus

[16] towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat

[19] gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light

[27] He added in a preacher’s tone:

[34] awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there

[43] sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages.

[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

[71] —How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?

[86] —A woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?

[88] —I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the

[116] in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come

[136] pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you....

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

[148] Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in

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

[169] stripe, grey. You’ll look spiffing in them. I’m not joking, Kinch.

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

[184] —That fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan,

[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

[189] in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and

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

[213] Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen’s and walked with him

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

[238] Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe’s rooms. Palefaces:

[246] Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf

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

[267] anxiety in his eyes.

[277] sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God?

[281] drawingroom. She asked you who was in your room.

[296] saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and

[297] Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It’s a beastly

[300] Because you have the cursed jesuit strain in you, only it’s injected

[304] her last wish in death and yet you sulk with me because I don’t whinge

[309] wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:

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

[356] A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in

[358] song: I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords.

[360] I went to her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those

[366] a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the sunny

[367] window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing in the

[377] Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his

[384] In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its

[390] face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on

[402] cry, heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly

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

[442] smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck.

[446] In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan’s gowned

[467] —It’s in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.

[478] Haines, come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy

[482] the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.

[486] —We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There’s a lemon in

[492] Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:

[497] chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. Here,

[503] —In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

[510] Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old

[521] send you don’t make them in the one pot.

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

[528] Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.

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

[534] spoken of in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads?

[538] —Do you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray?

[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

[560] —Come in, ma’am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.

[581] Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her

[584] woman, names given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of

[598] guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with

[607] Stephen listened in scornful silence. She bows her old head to a voice

[610] is of her but her woman’s unclean loins, of man’s flesh made not in

[628] Irish in Ireland.

[658] thick rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in

[667] Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.

[717] thinking of it when that poor old creature came in.

[729] —You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?

[743] In a suddenly changed tone he added:

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

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

[804] —Rather bleak in wintertime, I should say. Martello you call it?

[811] —No, no, Buck Mulligan shouted in pain. I’m not equal to Thomas

[813] till I have a few pints in me first.

[831] Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending in

[834] —O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!

[836] —We’re always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it

[848] speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in cheap

[866] began to chant in a quiet happy foolish voice:

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

[880] fins or wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:

[884] What’s bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly

[887] winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury’s hat quivering in the fresh

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

[909] Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a

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

[917] towards Stephen in the shell of his hands.

[923] —You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible

[929] along the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark.

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

[960] like that, I daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather

[966] a chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in the mass for pope

[967] Marcellus, the voices blended, singing alone loud in affirmation: and

[974] His own Son. Words Mulligan had spoken a moment since in mockery to the

[977] of the church, Michael’s host, who defend her ever in the hour of

[993] way when the tide comes in about one. It’s nine days today.

[1000] a stone, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder.

[1002] his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.

[1006] —Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons.

[1023] —Seymour’s back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur

[1024] of rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.

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

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

[1056] —Yes. Make room in the bed.

[1059] the middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down on a

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

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

2. Nestor

[1127] Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as

[1134] —Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the

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

[1154] proud that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico Road, Dalkey.

[1159] at his classmates, silly glee in profile. In a moment they will laugh

[1165] —A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a

[1168] Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench

[1172] tittering in the struggle.

[1187] Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam’s hand in Argos or Julius Caesar

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

[1198] —Where do you begin in this? Stephen asked, opening another book.

[1220] in my mind’s darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of

[1222] thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the

[1268] The bells in heaven

[1290] A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called:

[1323] snail’s bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in

[1326] blood drained from her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in

[1327] life? His mother’s prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal

[1328] bestrode. She was no more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in

[1332] of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth,

[1337] askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the

[1340] Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery of

[1343] the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement,

[1344] flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the world, a

[1345] darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

[1351] In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Waiting always for a word

[1360] sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their

[1377] In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.

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

[1384] field where sharp voices were in strife. They were sorted in teams and

[1393] —Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore

[1404] Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather

[1406] in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins,

[1407] base treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in their spooncase

[1411] A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his

[1423] moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money

[1430] —Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his

[1439] haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.

[1444] too of beauty and of power. A lump in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed

[1456] now. Three nooses round me here. Well? I can break them in this instant

[1462] Shakespeare say? Put but money in thy purse.

[1486] —I paid my way. I never borrowed a shilling in my life. Can you feel

[1505] shapely bulk of a man in tartan fillibegs: Albert Edward, prince of

[1510] famine in ’46. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal

[1515] Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the

[1522] —I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But

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

[1553] around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their

[1554] meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings’ Repulse, the duke of

[1572] Again: a goal. I am among them, among their battling bodies in a medley,

[1587] which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. The way of all our old

[1600] question. In every sense of the word take the bull by the horns.

[1606] regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. They

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

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

[1627] His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in which

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

[1671] —A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.

[1687] Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.

[1726] —Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket.

[1737] toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub

[1758] —Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.

[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.

[1783] millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why

[1784] in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it

[1793] getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with

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

[1805] open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can

[1812] and down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet sinking in

[1815] in the beach. From the liberties, out for the day. Mrs Florence MacCabe,

[1818] What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord, hushed

[1819] in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of

[1820] all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your

[1829] Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man

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

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

[1854] things I married into! De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little

[1864] —Let him in. Let Stephen in.

[1870] In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the

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

[1905] better. We have nothing in the house but backache pills.

[1910] Stephen, in the whole opera. Listen.

[1918] had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of

[1919] them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh’s

[1922] ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the moon,

[1930] jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded,

[1935] Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own

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

[1941] in diphthong.

[1945] might not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue

[1946] that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the

[1954] You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause

[1969] upward sewage breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a

[1971] stood up, stogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A sentinel:

[1985] Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar MacMahon.

[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.

[2002] puce gloves. You were a student, weren’t you? Of what in the other

[2005] Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Just say in the most natural tone:

[2006] when I was in Paris; boul’ Mich’, I used to. Yes, used to carry

[2015] door of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger

[2018] all brass buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Not hurt? O,

[2023] Columbanus. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt

[2036] She always kept things decent in

[2038] His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows, along by

[2046] kerchiefed housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand.

[2047] In Rodot’s Yvonne and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties,

[2059] There was a fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call

[2071] The froeken, bonne à tout faire, who rubs male nakedness in the bath

[2089] upward in the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. In gay Paree

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

[2094] nicey comfy without her outcast man, madame in rue Gît-le-Cœur, canary

[2109] The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of

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

[2115] in new sockets. The cold domed room of the tower waits. Through the

[2118] nightfall, deep blue night. In the darkness of the dome they wait,

[2124] all, keep all. My soul walks with me, form of forms. So in the moon’s

[2125] midwatches I pace the path above the rocks, in sable silvered, hearing

[2130] and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant in a

[2134] gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand. Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called

[2150] Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their

[2153] collar of gold. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon,

[2154] spouting, hobbling in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city

[2156] scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Famine, plague and

[2157] slaughters. Their blood is in me, their lusts my waves. I moved among

[2166] York’s false scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of

[2170] courtiers who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their own house.

[2176] Water cold soft. When I put my face into it in the basin at Clongowes.

[2178] tide flowing quickly in on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand quickly,

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

[2197] Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping,

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

[2213] slunk back in a curve. Doesn’t see me. Along by the edge of the mole

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

[2221] got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead.

[2226] face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said. In. Come. Red

[2236] where dogs have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in

[2237] O’Loughlin’s of Blackpitts. Buss her, wap in rogues’ rum lingo,

[2244] In the darkmans clip and kiss.

[2248] on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.

[2256] moondrawn, in her wake. Tides, myriadislanded, within her, blood not

[2258] In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Bridebed, childbed,

[2263] Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.

[2277] shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there

[2278] with his augur’s rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a

[2279] livid sea, unbeheld, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth

[2283] Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne

[2287] I see, east, back. Ah, see now! Falls back suddenly, frozen in

[2289] in our souls do you not think? Flutier. Our souls, shamewounded by our

[2296] Figgis’ window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you

[2298] braided jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson park with a grief

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

[2313] the southing sun. I am caught in this burning scene. Pan’s hour, the

[2320] another’s foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in

[2322] shoe went on you: girl I knew in Paris. Tiens, quel petit pied! Staunch

[2327] In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering

[2332] waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. In cups of rocks it slops:

[2333] flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. And, spent, its speech ceases. It

[2337] sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water

[2343] forthflowing, wending back: loom of the moon. Weary too in sight of

[2344] lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a

[2354] Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnows, fat of a

[2372] still. Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me. All days make

[2383] His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn’t. Better buy one.

4. Calypso

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

[2415] her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the

[2431] The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the

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

[2464] can’t mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or

[2465] kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.

[2477] she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way.

[2479] He said softly in the bare hall:

[2481] —I’m going round the corner. Be back in a minute.

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

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

[2504] The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto’s

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

[2509] In the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe.

[2517] warm day I fancy. Specially in these black clothes feel it more. Black

[2518] conducts, reflects, (refracts is it?), the heat. But I couldn’t go in

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

[2522] Makes you feel young. Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at

[2523] dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day’s march on him.

[2529] pipe. Cries of sellers in the streets. Drink water scented with fennel,

[2534] her doorway. She calls her children home in their dark language.

[2539] Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track

[2542] homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank

[2544] sun rising up in the northwest.

[2555] bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching

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

[2576] Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Then, lo and behold,

[2585] How much would that tot to off the porter in the month? Say ten barrels

[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

[2600] the items from a slip in her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. And a pound

[2615] rustling. A young white heifer. Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the

[2616] beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the

[2617] breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm

[2618] on a ripemeated hindquarter, there’s a prime one, unpeeled switches in

[2634] slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the

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

[2638] toenails too. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways.

[2640] another: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles’ Lane. They like

[2641] them sizeable. Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I’m lost in the

[2669] for life as owner in the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the

[2670] balance in yearly instalments. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15.

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

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

[2677] the taste of them now. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates.

[2678] Citrons too. Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin’s parade. And

[2680] in Citron’s basketchair. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the

[2686] Jaffa, chap ticking them off in a book, navvies handling them barefoot

[2687] in soiled dungarees. There’s whatdoyoucallhim out of. How do you?

[2690] Watering cart. To provoke the rain. On earth as it is in heaven.

[2695] sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth. No wind could lift those

[2698] names. A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the

[2718] Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim

[2760] linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.

[2771] rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the

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

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

[2795] the little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought it into

[2796] the parlour. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin’s hat! All we

[2802] upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.

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

[2815] A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the

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

[2854] —Show here, she said. I put a mark in it. There’s a word I wanted to

[2874] —O, rocks! she said. Tell us in plain words.

[2889] —Yes, she said. There’s nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with

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

[2911] Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Tea before you put milk

[2912] in. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six I gave

[2933] shot up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of

[2942] sopped one in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about

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

[2950] splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got

[2952] getting on swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me

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

[2957] downstairs. There is to be a concert in the Greville Arms on Saturday.

[2968] P. S. Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Byby.

[2974] was born, running to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. Jolly old

[2980] Hurry. Piano downstairs. Coming out of her shell. Row with her in the

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

[2988] happened. Of course it might. Wait in any case till it does. A wild

[2993] her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little.

[2996] loose in the wind with her hair.

[3001] Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers’ pockets,

[3024] Has the fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear

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

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

[3039] his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft

[3040] bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.

[3048] The maid was in the garden. Fine morning.

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

[3057] gloves. Dirty cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in

[3067] in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they say. O’Brien.

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

[3076] peered through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his

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

[3108] Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Morning

[3115] mirror was in shadow. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen

[3116] vest against her full wagging bub. Peering into it. Lines in her eyes.

[3119] Evening hours, girls in grey gauze. Night hours then: black with daggers

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

[3130] is the funeral? Better find out in the paper.

[3132] A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George’s

5. Lotus Eaters

[3163] with his eyes shut. Corny. Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a

[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

[3184] that. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the sun in dolce far niente, not

[3187] air feeds most. Azotes. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants.

[3188] Waterlilies. Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on

[3190] I saw in that picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his

[3193] the body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the

[3195] Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college

[3203] from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a baton and

[3205] just drop in to see. Per second per second. Per second for every second

[3207] the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.

[3238] felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.

[3240] the letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something

[3248] —Hello, M’Coy. Nowhere in particular.

[3278] stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets. Like that haughty

[3285] do you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway’s we were.

[3287] Doran Lyons in Conway’s. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came

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

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

[3313] heard it. I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in

[3321] the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace

[3331] hat in the sun: flicker, flick.

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

[3357] Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and.

[3383] and myself would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in

[3401] got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose. Nice enough in its

[3402] way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and me, don’t you know:

[3403] in the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can’t

[3414] Bandmann Palmer. Like to see her again in that. Hamlet she played last

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

[3417] the Adelphi in London waited all the afternoon to get in. Year before

[3418] I was born that was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the

[3424] his father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of

[3440] know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags.

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

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

[3494] and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it

[3501] back in his sidepocket.

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

[3516] Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in the

[3517] Coombe, linked together in the rain.

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

[3530] the two sluts in the Coombe would listen.

[3537] in the wall at Ashtown. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to the

[3542] in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered

[3543] away, sank in the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank.

[3545] Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in the

[3547] cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. Shows you the money to be

[3558] Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside.

[3574] them. Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy

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

[3582] Like to see them sitting round in a ring with blub lips, entranced,

[3590] music. That woman at midnight mass. Seventh heaven. Women knelt in the

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

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

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

[3607] and there, with heads still bowed in their crimson halters, waiting for

[3608] it to melt in their stomachs. Something like those mazzoth: it’s that

[3613] family party, same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I’m

[3614] sure of that. Not so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit

[3615] spreeish. Let off steam. Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes

[3618] faith. Safe in the arms of kingdom come. Lulls all pain. Wake this time

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

[3626] suffered, it is. And the other one? Iron nails ran in.

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

[3653] Gardiner street. Molly was in fine voice that day, the Stabat Mater

[3657] against that corner. I could feel the thrill in the air, the full, the

[3663] Mozart’s twelfth mass: Gloria in that. Those old popes keen on music,

[3667] having eunuchs in their choir that was coming it a bit thick. What kind

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

[3679] each other in Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a

[3690] in their hands. More than doctor or solicitor. Woman dying to. And I

[3697] How I found the Lord. Squareheaded chaps those must be in Rome: they

[3698] work the whole show. And don’t they rake in the money too? Bequests

[3699] also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.

[3701] Monasteries and convents. The priest in that Fermanagh will case in the

[3708] —Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be

[3728] dipped furtive hands in the low tide of holy water. Trams: a car of

[3729] Prescott’s dyeworks: a widow in her weeds. Notice because I’m in

[3732] the last time. Sweny’s in Lincoln place. Chemists rarely move. Their

[3734] in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard near there. Visit some

[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.

[3746] Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.

[3774] her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in my

[3776] teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk.

[3782] Turkish. Massage. Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice

[3783] girl did it. Also I think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath. Curious longing

[3790] —No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I’ll call later in the day

[3805] coolwrappered soap in his left hand.

[3848] in it, smiling. Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of it

[3857] up like a cod in a pot. Damn bad ad. Now if they had made it round

[3862] on hands: might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr

[3867] here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the

[3868] Kildare street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in

[3871] in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.

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

6. Hades

[3891] carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself. Mr Power stepped in after

[3898] Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, saying:

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

[3909] was passed over. Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse. Glad

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

[3915] the hair. Keep a bit in an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean

[3918] All waited. Nothing was said. Stowing in the wreaths probably. I am

[3919] sitting on something hard. Ah, that soap: in my hip pocket. Better shift

[3922] All waited. Then wheels were heard from in front, turning: then nearer:

[3931] rattling in the doorframes.

[3945] clad in mourning, a wide hat.

[3973] in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday morning, the

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

[3989] counterjumper’s son. Selling tapes in my cousin, Peter Paul

[3995] on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the

[3996] house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes.

[3998] morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs

[4004] I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent. Learn

[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.

[4071] it. Poor children! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions. Shame

[4075] Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A

[4107] ballad, Martin, is the most trenchant rendering I ever heard in the

[4117] —In the paper this morning.

[4126] Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne’s? no,

[4133] To his home up above in the sky

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

[4141] Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other

[4151] Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a

[4152] crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in law

[4156] bridge, past the Queen’s theatre: in silence. Hoardings: Eugene

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

[4168] in salute.

[4182] hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees?

[4183] Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes

[4204] —Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the

[4213] topnobbers. J. C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in

[4218] Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped

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

[4234] And Madame. Twenty past eleven. Up. Mrs Fleming is in to clean. Doing

[4246] rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in Jury’s. Or the Moira, was

[4259] —In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.

[4265] Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as the

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

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

[4326] Mr Power’s choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.

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

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

[4374] galloping. A tiny coffin flashed by. In a hurry to bury. A mourning

[4381] body, weak as putty, in a whitelined deal box. Burial friendly society

[4391] —In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said.

[4398] —The greatest disgrace to have in the family, Mr Power added.

[4411] a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn’t broken

[4412] already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Found in the riverbed

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

[4427] room in the hotel with hunting pictures. Stuffy it was. Sunlight through

[4443] tomorrow in Germany. The Gordon Bennett.

[4457] lying-in hospital they told me. From one extreme to the other.

[4476] lost: all that raw stuff, hide, hair, horns. Comes to a big thing in a

[4485] taken in trucks down to the boats.

[4491] municipal funeral trams like they have in Milan, you know. Run the line

[4503] —Well, there’s something in that, Mr Dedalus granted.

[4517] shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too large

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

[4533] would be better to bury them in red: a dark red.

[4535] In silence they drove along Phibsborough road. An empty hearse trotted

[4570] knelt in grief, pointing. Fragments of shapes, hewn. In white silence:

[4597] condemned. Murder. The murderer’s image in the eye of the murdered.

[4598] They love reading about it. Man’s head found in a garden. Her clothing

[4603] Cramped in this carriage. She mightn’t like me to come that way

[4643] every hour. Too many in the world.

[4650] The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So

[4654] brother-in-law.

[4660] —I was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.

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

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

[4698] in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of

[4702] lie no more in her warm bed.

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

[4716] —By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?

[4722] —Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front?

[4728] ought to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world.

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

[4744] candles at its corners. Always in front of us. Corny Kelleher, laying a

[4746] knelt here and there in prayingdesks. Mr Bloom stood behind near the

[4751] A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through a

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

[4766] —Non intres in judicium cum servo tuo, Domine.

[4768] Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin. Requiem mass.

[4770] place this. Want to feed well, sitting in there all the morning in the

[4775] beefsteaks. Who was telling me? Mervyn Browne. Down in the vaults of

[4777] a hole in the coffins sometimes to let out the bad gas and burn it. Out

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

[4787] —Et ne nos inducas in tentationem.

[4789] The server piped the answers in the treble. I often thought it would be

[4796] day a fresh batch: middleaged men, old women, children, women dead in

[4802] —In paradisum.

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

[4808] Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, hoisted the

[4810] gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother-in-law. All followed

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

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

[4831] in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.

[4835] —I suppose so, Mr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in

[4853] Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the quick bloodshot eyes. Secret

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

[4859] —The service of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simpler, more

[4871] Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two

[4881] powder in a skull. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Troy measure.

[4906] seventeen golden years ago, at Mat Dillon’s in Roundtown. And a good

[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

[4919] —In God’s name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon

[4920] like that for? She had plenty of game in her then.

[4927] grasses, raised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their caps.

[4931] Mr O’Connell shook all their hands in silence. Mr Dedalus said:

[4935] —My dear Simon, the caretaker answered in a low voice. I don’t want

[4945] They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The

[4946] caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke

[4947] in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles.

[4952] traipsing about in the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the

[4978] writing to Martha? Hope it’s not chucked in the dead letter office.

[4982] propose to any girl. Come out and live in the graveyard. Dangle that

[4987] catholic all the same like a big giant in the dark. Will o’ the wisp.

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

[4992] right if properly keyed up. Whores in Turkish graveyards. Learn anything

[4994] Love among the tombstones. Romeo. Spice of pleasure. In the midst of

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

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

[5003] up some day above ground in a landslip with his hand pointing. All

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

[5017] quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy

[5030] anyhow would like to hear an odd joke or the women to know what’s in

[5033] Gravediggers in Hamlet. Shows the profound knowledge of the human heart.

[5043] The caretaker put the papers in his pocket. The barrow had ceased to

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

[5061] Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of

[5065] They’re so particular. Lay me in my native earth. Bit of clay from

[5066] the holy land. Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one

[5068] even in the earth. The Irishman’s house is his coffin. Embalming in

[5071] Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared heads.

[5072] Twelve. I’m thirteen. No. The chap in the macintosh is thirteen.

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

[5076] Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert has in that suit. Tinge of purple. I had

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

[5078] once. Used to change three suits in the day. Must get that grey suit of

[5092] Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper. Whisper. The

[5093] boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in

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

[5105] death showing him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act

[5108] Remember him in your prayers. Even Parnell. Ivy day dying out. Then they

[5112] not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the

[5116] you shiver in the sun. Someone walking over it. Callboy’s warning.

[5120] The gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay in

[5125] a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of

[5126] distress. Three days. Rather long to keep them in summer. Just as well

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

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

[5155] —And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was

[5156] over there in the...

[5179] Clay, brown, damp, began to be seen in the hole. It rose. Nearly over.

[5182] his wreath against a corner: the brother-in-law his on a lump. The

[5188] The brother-in-law, turning away, placed something in his free hand.

[5189] Thanks in silence. Sorry, sir: trouble. Headshake. I know that. For

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

[5221] wheelwright. I travelled for cork lino. I paid five shillings in the

[5223] Eulogy in a country churchyard it ought to be that poem of whose is it

[5236] Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the kitchen matchbox, a

[5250] voice, yes: gramophone. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it in

[5256] that died when I was in Wisdom Hely’s.

[5265] alive crushed itself in under the plinth, wriggled itself in under it.

[5275] gone bad. Well and what’s cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in that

[5276] Voyages in China that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse.

[5281] water. Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in

[5282] a flash. But being brought back to life no. Can’t bury in the air

[5290] The gates glimmered in front: still open. Back to the world again.

[5299] yet. Feel live warm beings near you. Let them sleep in their maggoty

[5306] commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office.

[5314] Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.

[5332] John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.

7. Aeolus

[5353] IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS

[5373] polished. Parked in North Prince’s street His Majesty’s vermilion

[5391] in a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out

[5395] newspaper in four clean strokes. Scissors and paste.

[5403] —Right, Mr Bloom said with a nod. I’ll rub that in.

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

[5425] one door opposite another for the wind to. Way in. Way out.

[5427] Our Saviour: beardframed oval face: talking in the dusk. Mary, Martha.

[5436] heart. In Martha.

[5446] A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the counter and

[5456] in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage,

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

[5471] away, tearing away. And that old grey rat tearing to get in.

[5480] It’s the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale news in

[5481] the official gazette. Queen Anne is dead. Published by authority in the

[5482] year one thousand and. Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis,

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

[5508] Mr Bloom stood in his way.

[5521] Three bob I lent him in Meagher’s. Three weeks. Third hint.

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

[5543] to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.

[5547] Let him take that in first.

[5551] the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Clank it. Clank

[5566] top in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that’s a good

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

[5600] under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn’t it? Cemetery put in of course on

[5610] That door too sllt creaking, asking to be shut. Everything speaks in its

[5617] —Wait. Where’s the archbishop’s letter? It’s to be repeated in

[5638] Try it anyhow. Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. Ballsbridge.

[5645] through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs’ ads, speeches,

[5647] serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I’d say. Wife a good cook

[5648] and washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Jane, no

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

[5656] with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O dear!

[5676] smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom’s next

[5688] Know who that is. What’s up? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it

[5726] hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.

[5759] The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was

[5760] pushed in.

[5770] —Come in. Come in.

[5784] What’s in the wind, I wonder. Money worry.

[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

[5805] they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same

[5807] the next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows

[5813] —Bombast! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated

[5822] —As ’twere, in the peerless panorama of Ireland’s portfolio,

[5823] unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize

[5825] luscious pastureland of vernal green, steeped in the transcendent

[5849] All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot

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

[5852] to that chap in the inland revenue office with the motor. Hooked that

[5857] by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. The bold blue eyes stared

[5865] —Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in

[5888] —In Ohio! the editor shouted.

[5896] —Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet

[5914] He went in.

[5938] Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door was

[5945] steps. The tissues rustled up in the draught, floated softly in the air

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

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

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

[5996] mouthorgan, echoed in the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on the

[6005] in Dillon’s.

[6013] —Back in no time, Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.

[6026] Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr

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

[6035] past the fireplace to J. J. O’Molloy who placed the tissues in his

[6047] jacket, jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the

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

[6052] —Seems to be, J. J. O’Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in

[6059] promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J.

[6065] declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh:

[6079] British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire.

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

[6084] fire. We haven’t got the chance of a snowball in hell.

[6095] sewers. The Jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said: It is

[6097] Englishman who follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on

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

[6103] ancestors, as we read in the first chapter of Guinness’s, were partial

[6117] Mr O’Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from

[6125] —How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your

[6155] SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT

[6162] disease and no mistake! The night she threw the soup in the waiter’s

[6163] face in the Star and Garter. Oho!

[6173] graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king

[6194] the spirituality? Lord Jesus? Lord Salisbury? A sofa in a westend club.

[6218] in the latter half of the matinée. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!

[6229] In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.

[6236] Lenehan extended his hands in protest.

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

[6259] —Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J. O’Molloy said in

[6269] —The turf, Lenehan put in.

[6282] cold in the park. The gate was open.

[6289] in it. You can do it. I see it in your face. In the lexicon of youth...

[6291] See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.

[6293] —Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective.

[6294] Great nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the

[6295] public! Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into it, damn

[6306] —You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in

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

[6311] of journalism ever known. That was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of

[6312] the invincibles, murder in the Phoenix park, before you were born, I

[6335] Stephen turned in surprise.

[6372] Got that? X is Davy’s publichouse in upper Leeson street.

[6391] besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and

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

[6406] brother-in-law of Chris Callinan.

[6430] —They’re only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said.

[6433] Eh? Ah, bloody nonsense. Psha! Only in the halfpenny place.

[6435] His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.

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

[6450] in russet, entwining, per l’aer perso, in mauve, in purple, quella

[6464] with you. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and

[6468] and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle. Why bring in a master

[6474] —Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his

[6481] in his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.

[6488] —One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in

[6489] my life fell from the lips of Seymour Bushe. It was in that case of

[6492] And in the porches of mine ear did pour.

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

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

[6516] it was that small act, trivial in itself, that striking of that match,

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

[6526] has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring

[6550] interviewer that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to

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

[6577] orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction

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

[6593] shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy

[6606] Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet.

[6610] —Mr Chairman, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in

[6614] this age, that I stood in ancient Egypt and that I was listening to the

[6618] ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our

[6623] highpriest raised in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride. I heard

[6645] in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone.

[6663] with the light of inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in

[6664] his arms the tables of the law, graven in the language of the outlaw.

[6695] metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.

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

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

[6716] —Foot and mouth. I know. That’ll be all right. That’ll go in.

[6723] J. J. O’Molloy, about to follow him in, said quietly to Stephen:

[6756] and fiftythree years in Fumbally’s lane.

[6769] pillar. They save up three and tenpence in a red tin letterbox moneybox.

[6771] pennies with the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and

[6772] seven in coppers. They put on their bonnets and best clothes and take

[6780] at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate

[6800] A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in all

[6813] Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the

[6822] A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom’s face:

[6824] —Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! A child bit by a bellows!

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

[6833] councillor Nannetti from the Kilkenny People. I can have access to it in

[6844] A bit nervy. Look out for squalls. All off for a drink. Arm in arm.

[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?

[6874] fingers in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the

[6892] —Easy all, Myles Crawford said. No poetic licence. We’re in the

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

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

[6930] trolleys stood in their tracks, bound for or from Rathmines,

[6933] all still, becalmed in short circuit. Hackney cars, cabs, delivery

8. Lestrygonians

[6990] Graham Lemon’s, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.

[6999] washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen,

[7002] the church in Zion is coming.

[7008] crucifix. Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him on the

[7009] wall, hanging. Pepper’s ghost idea. Iron Nails Ran In.

[7013] pantry in the kitchen. Don’t like all the smells in it waiting to

[7023] in their theology or the priest won’t give the poor woman the

[7034] Good Lord, that poor child’s dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks

[7041] brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter wonderful. Rats get in

[7057] day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin’s King picked it up in the

[7100] own water really? It’s always flowing in a stream, never the same,

[7101] which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All

[7103] to be stuck up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly

[7106] them up himself for that matter on the q. t. running in to loosen a

[7147] Boyl: no, M’Glade’s men. Doesn’t bring in any business either.

[7152] them round you if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie. Women

[7162] suited her small head. Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love

[7168] were short of money. Fried everything in the best butter all the

[7170] buttering themselves in and out. Molly tasting it, her veil up. Sister?

[7176] Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west. Wait: was in Thom’s.

[7177] Got the job in Wisdom Hely’s year we married. Six years. Ten years

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

[7210] about those lottery tickets after Goodwin’s concert in the supperroom

[7214] linking her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell

[7219] in the wind. Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up

[7221] liked. And the mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth

[7226] taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy.

[7236] —In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in

[7241] —Yes. In a photographer’s there. Getting on like a house on fire.

[7246] How many has she? No other in sight.

[7248] —You’re in black, I see. You have no...

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

[7283] stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of

[7288] those things. Stick it in a chap’s eye in the tram. Rummaging. Open.

[7297] Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in

[7302] Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.

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

[7342] Powell that was. In Luke Doyle’s long ago. Dolphin’s Barn, the

[7356] —I just called to ask on the way in is she over it. She’s in the

[7357] lying-in hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She’s three

[7367] His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in

[7405] in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison’s

[7406] hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old

[7413] Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him in sunlight the

[7415] days. Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world.

[7416] And that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Hard time she must have

[7420] Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything. Round to

[7428] lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. I called you naughty

[7438] counter. Resp. girl (R.C.) wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop.

[7447] First to the meet and in at the death. Strong as a brood mare some of

[7453] wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel. Divorced Spanish

[7455] I was her clotheshorse. Saw her in the viceregal party when Stubbs the

[7456] park ranger got me in with Whelan of the Express. Scavenging what the

[7461] Poor Mrs Purefoy! Methodist husband. Method in his madness. Saffron bun

[7462] and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A. Eating

[7465] cousin in Dublin Castle. One tony relative in every family. Hardy

[7467] marching along bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a

[7470] in the manger. Only one lump of sugar in my tea, if you please.

[7473] Rowe’s? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in

[7486] woman that lived in a shoe she had so many children. Suppose he was

[7503] she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed them. O, that’s

[7506] them up at all hours. For God’ sake, doctor. Wife in her throes. Then

[7508] gratitude in people. Humane doctors, most of them.

[7512] I pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here’s good luck. Must be

[7513] thrilling from the air. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees

[7516] A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in Indian

[7519] belts. Policeman’s lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and

[7521] to attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others,

[7528] women. Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight. There is not in

[7534] being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell.

[7537] his degree in Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His

[7542] Trinity jibs in their mortarboards. Looking for trouble. Still I got to

[7543] know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now

[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

[7562] get in the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the castle.

[7583] Back out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad.

[7585] in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. Garibaldi.

[7588] squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about

[7597] best sauce in the world. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Show us

[2544] sun rising up in the northwest.

[7604] squads of police marching out, back: trams in, out. Those two loonies

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

[7616] all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn away age

[7617] after age. Pyramids in sand. Built on bread and onions. Slaves Chinese

[7628] in there. Like a mortuary chapel. Wouldn’t live in it if they paid me.

[7632] opposite in Walter Sexton’s window by which John Howard Parnell

[7637] meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a

[7650] patriot’s banquet. Eating orangepeels in the park. Simon Dedalus said

[7651] when they put him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the

[7667] Holding forth. She’s taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid

[7668] gentleman in literary work.

[7670] His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle,

[7677] eating rumpsteak. Absurd. Salty too. They cook in soda. Keep you sitting

[7686] poetry is even. Must be in a certain mood.

[7695] capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in the railway lost

[7696] property office. Astonishing the things people leave behind them in

[7711] were in Lombard street west. Looking up from the back garden. Terrific

[7721] it on with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and

[7749] M’Coy said. They drink in order to say or do something or cherchez

[7750] la femme. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the

[7756] face in a poky bonnet. Three Purty Maids from School. How time flies,

[7766] water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then.

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

[7768] Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library.

[7771] silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the

[7772] baking causeway. Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings. Hope

[7774] the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of

[7781] be washed in rainwater. Meyerbeer. Tara: bom bom bom.

[7784] over the place. Needles in window curtains.

[7807] Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields,

[7808] tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas,

[7821] His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink

[7837] Don’t! O! A bone! That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the

[7867] silver knife in his mouth. That’s witty, I think. Or no. Silver means

[7884] He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne’s.

[7897] with porringers and tommycans to be filled. Devour contents in the

[7902] union, lord mayor in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a bathchair. My

[7914] After all there’s a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from

[7931] now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once.

[7950] to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect. There

[7980] Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match.

[8009] —Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket

[8011] mixed up in it?

[8025] —Yes, he said. He’s the organiser in point of fact.

[8032] that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello

[8033] barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he

[8043] Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves,

[8061] Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed. Like

[8064] —I wouldn’t do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne said. It

[8070] —True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you’re in the know.

[8082] of horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm,

[8083] Rothschild’s filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow

[8097] stomach’s Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in

[8110] in a thousand years. If you didn’t know risky putting anything into

[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

[8125] scruff off his own head? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats,

[8126] then the others copy to be in the fashion. Milly too rock oil and flour.

[8127] Raw pastry I like myself. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in

[8129] grand. Hock in green glasses. Swell blowout. Lady this. Powdered bosom

[8134] him back the half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the

[8140] ptarmigan. Wouldn’t mind being a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips,

[8143] Huguenot name I expect that. A miss Dubedat lived in Killiney, I

[8146] over fist finger in fishes’ gills can’t write his name on a cheque

[8152] Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress

[8157] Sutton. Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried

[8158] cities. Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather

[8162] mouth. Yum. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed.

[8169] her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of

[8179] world admires. Can see them library museum standing in the round hall,

[8183] in your proper place. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes,

[8187] And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood,

[8199] —What is this he is? Isn’t he in the insurance line?

[8204] —I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?

[8208] —I noticed he was in mourning.

[8214] gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their

[8219] Nolan’s wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand

[8232] Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He

[8235] —He’s in the craft, he said.

[8249] Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one:

[8253] —There was one woman, Nosey Flynn said, hid herself in a clock to

[8255] and swore her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint

[8260] —And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here

[8280] —Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.

[8282] Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning,

[8337] Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.

[8362] Ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent

[8365] He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:

[8370] chap in the blues. Dutch courage. That Kilkenny People in the national

[8373] Bare clean closestools waiting in the window of William Miller, plumber,

[8401] seaside girls. Against John Long’s a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy

[8408] pauper children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato

[8413] tram in sight. Wants to cross.

[8420] —You’re in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is

[8421] opposite. Do you want to cross? There’s nothing in the way.

[8425] I saw his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in

[8449] tired drudge get his doze. That’s right. Clear. Behind a bull: in

[8463] Must have felt it. See things in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense

[8467] walk in a beeline if he hadn’t that cane? Bloodless pious face like a

[8468] fellow going in to be a priest.

[8482] eyes shut or a cold in the head. Also smoke in the dark they say get no

[8486] passing the Stewart institution, head in the air. Look at me. I have

[8487] them all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his

[8507] his belly. But I know it’s whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark to

[8515] and drowned in New York. Holocaust. Karma they call that transmigration

[8516] for sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses.

[8521] Troy. After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies

[8525] on a dusty bottle. Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder’s

[8530] topers in wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy on

[8534] Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer’s hospital. The

[8536] there: Ballsbridge. Drop in on Keyes. No use sticking to him like a

[8541] Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is.

[8546] Is it? Almost certain. Won’t look. Wine in my face. Why did I? Too

[8552] Didn’t see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.

[8554] The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold

[8555] statues: quiet there. Safe in a minute.

[8580] His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap

9. Scylla and Charybdis

[8596] against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as one sees in

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

[8643] Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in her house.

[8644] And one more to hail him: ave, rabbi: the Tinahely twelve. In the shadow

[8679] suffers in us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon

[8683] Ineffable, in heaven hight: K.H., their master, whose identity is no

[8694] Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with

[8710] allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the

[8725] bring him in to hear the discussion. He’s gone to Gill’s to buy it.

[8730] In lean unlovely English.

[8733] We feel in England. Penitent thief. Gone. I smoked his baccy. Green

[8734] twinkling stone. An emerald set in the ring of the sea.

[8737] Russell warned occultly. The movements which work revolutions in the

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

[8742] of corruption in Mallarmé but the desirable life is revealed only to

[8748] prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me in Paris. The one about

[8750] you know, reading the book of himself. He describes Hamlet given in a

[8753] His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

[8769] distressingly shortsighted in some matters.

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

[8776] one. Our Father who art in purgatory. Khaki Hamlets don’t hesitate

[8777] to shoot. The bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the

[8787] Mr Best’s behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our

[8806] —It is this hour of a day in mid June, Stephen said, begging with

[8808] bankside. The bear Sackerson growls in the pit near it, Paris garden.

[8812] Local colour. Work in all you know. Make them accomplices.

[8814] —Shakespeare has left the huguenot’s house in Silver street and

[8821] —The play begins. A player comes on under the shadow, made up in the

[8824] has studied Hamlet all the years of his life which were not vanity in

[8833] died in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.

[8835] Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost by absence, and in

[8865] Go to! You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson’s bed, clergyman’s

[8899] —Do you mean to fly in the face of the tradition of three centuries?

[8914] John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.

[8922] Portals of discovery opened to let in the quaker librarian,

[8943] He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling

[8945] know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his form, the cry of hounds,

[8947] lay in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. Is Katharine the

[8950] eyes in the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all

[8957] to the swelling act, is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a

[8973] A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its

[8988] away in time.

[8990] Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. Isis Unveiled. Their Pali book we tried

[9000] In quintessential triviality

[9001] For years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.

[9007] Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces,

[9015] that in virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise.

[9021] Longworth will give it a good puff in the Express. O, will he? I liked

[9023] think he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: As in wild earth a

[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

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

[9070] Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a runaway in blighted treeforks,

[9071] from hue and cry. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the chase. Women

[9073] bully tapsters’ wives. Fox and geese. And in New Place a slack

[9092] Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words.

[9094] of that Egyptian highpriest. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks.

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

[9097] death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak

[9110] defiance. His private papers in the original. Ta an bad ar an tir. Taim

[9111] in mo shagart. Put beurla on it, littlejohn.

[9130] of the unliving son looks forth. In the intense instant of imagination,

[9132] which I am and that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the

[9142] Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.

[9149] drug in the market. The plays of Shakespeare’s later years which Renan

[9162] man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like another Ulysses, Pericles,

[9167] —A child, a girl, placed in his arms, Marina.

[9175] masters? Mummed in names: A. E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton. East of the

[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

[9212] Shakespeare in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant. Oddly enough

[9215] that if the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in

[9226] Mr Magee likes to quote. Beware of what you wish for in youth because

[9227] you will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a

[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

[9233] never be a victor in his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game

[9237] remains to her woman’s invisible weapon. There is, I feel in the

[9240] like fate awaits him and the two rages commingle in a whirlpool.

[9242] They list. And in the porches of their ears I pour.

[9244] —The soul has been before stricken mortally, a poison poured in the

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

[9247] with that knowledge in the life to come. The poisoning and the beast

[9255] because loss is his gain, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished

[9259] only in the heart of him who is the substance of his shadow, the son

[9269] blithe in motley, towards the greeting of their smiles. My telegram.

[9285] Own Self but yet shall come in the latter day to doom the quick and dead

[9288] Glo—o—ri—a in ex—cel—sis De—o.

[9303] A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features.

[9318] played Hamlet for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin.

[9347] in. Lineaments of gratified desire.

[9349] There be many mo. Take her for me. In pairing time. Jove, a cool ruttime

[9352] Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils her, fang in’s kiss.

[9374] Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a

[9378] were, Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. ’Twas murmur

[9380] he limp with leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in

[9394] heard you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He’s out in pampooties

[9405] lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. In words of words for words,

[9406] palabras. Oisin with Patrick. Faunman he met in Clamart woods,

[9412] —... in which everyone can find his own. So Mr Justice Madden in his

[9427] Brisk in a galliard he was off, out. In the daylit corridor he talked

[9428] with voluble pains of zeal, in duty bound, most fair, most kind, most

[9454] —Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is no more. I found him over in the

[9456] has never been twisted in prayer. Every day we must do homage to her.

[9467] approval. We begin to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of

[9472] in whom a score of heroes slept, and handed it to poor Penelope. Twenty

[9473] years he lived in London and, during part of that time, he drew a salary

[9483] wife who bade Dick Burbage to her bed after she had seen him in Richard

[9503] twenty years what do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford was doing

[9506] Do and do. Thing done. In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist,

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

[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

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

[9531] Sweet Ann, I take it, was hot in the blood. Once a wooer, twice a wooer.

[9533] Stephen turned boldly in his chair.

[9536] deny that in the fifth scene of Hamlet he has branded her with infamy

[9545] O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in

[9563] For his sister, for his old cronies in Stratford

[9564] And in London. And therefore when he was urged,

[9584] and landed estate at Stratford and a house in Ireland yard, a capitalist

[9586] his best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in

[9599] Stephen said, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays

[9600] tribute to his elders, wills to be laid in earth near the bones of

[9602] forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis) and let her live in his villa.

[9616] hands and said: All we can say is that life ran very high in those days.

[9633] a cornjobber and moneylender, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the

[9637] his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent. How else could

[9643] witchroasting. The lost armada is his jeer in Love’s Labour Lost.

[9651] in the depths of the buckbasket.

[9661] —He was made in Germany, Stephen replied, as the champion French

[9667] Amplius. In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia

[9682] reading in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different

[9683] from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his

[9685] love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some

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

[9710] —She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that secondbest bed, the

[9711] mobled queen, even though you prove that a bed in those days was as

[9713] parishes. In old age she takes up with gospellers (one stayed with her

[9714] at New Place and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in

[9719] Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. Venus has twisted her lips in prayer.

[9731] with the godless, he sneaks the cup. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade

[9735] in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with

[9736] clauber of ten forests, a wand of wilding in his hand.

[9745] evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father’s

[9754] with child. Fatherhood, in the sense of conscious begetting, is unknown

[9761] in life. Paternity may be a legal fiction. Who is the father of any son

[9781] In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought it.

[9783] —What links them in nature? An instant of blind rut.

[9794] of the same name in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was not the

[9806] child. I have an unborn child in my brain. Pallas Athena! A play! The

[9811] —As for his family, Stephen said, his mother’s name lives in the

[9812] forest of Arden. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in

[9813] Coriolanus. His boyson’s death is the deathscene of young Arthur in

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

[9821] The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his mask, quake, with

[9832] STEPHEN: He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his

[9835] up in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on’s back. The playhouse

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

[9839] MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! What’s in a name?

[9849] STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the villain shakebags, Iago,

[9850] Richard Crookback, Edmund in King Lear, two bear the wicked uncles’

[9852] brother Edmund lay dying in Southwark.

[9862] in the plays, a super here, a clown there, as a painter of old Italy

[9863] set his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in the

[9864] sonnets where there is Will in overplus. Like John o’Gaunt his name

[9867] than his glory of greatest shakescene in the country. What’s in a

[9868] name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name

[9870] birth. It shone by day in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the

[9871] night, and by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the recumbent

[9899] feet. Buy a pair. Holes in my socks. Handkerchief too.

[9914] know, we find also in the old Irish myths. Just what you say. The three

[9915] brothers Shakespeare. In Grimm too, don’t you know, the fairytales.

[9927] He caught himself in the act: looked at all: refrained.

[9942] —In asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and

[9958] —You will say those names were already in the chronicles from which

[9961] Ann (what’s in a name?), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow.

[9965] the angel of the world. Why is the underplot of King Lear in which

[9975] the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to

[9979] breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his

[9980] book. It doubles itself in the middle of his life, reflects itself in

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

[9987] committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between the

[9990] and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety everywhere

[9991] in the world he has created, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice in As you

[9992] like It, in The Tempest, in Hamlet, in Measure for Measure—and in all

[10000] is all in all.

[10003] five. All in all. In Cymbeline, in Othello he is bawd and cuckold. He

[10006] ceaselessly willing that the moor in him shall suffer.

[10019] of life ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The

[10021] and a prince at last in death, with incidental music. And, what though

[10027] where the bad niggers go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without

[10028] as actual what was in his world within as possible. Maeterlinck says:

[10033] brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves. The playwright who wrote

[10036] Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, is doubtless all in all

[10037] in all of us, ostler and butcher, and would be bawd and cuckold too but

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

[10044] Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton’s

[10072] —Well, in that case, he said, I don’t see why you should expect

[10074] there is some mystery in Hamlet but will say no more. Herr Bleibtreu,

[10075] the man Piper met in Berlin, who is working up that Rutland theory,

[10076] believes that the secret is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is

[10096] —I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper

[10097] Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the Summa contra

[10098] Gentiles in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and

[10129] One day in the national library we had a discussion. Shakes. After. His

[10140] The constant readers’ room. In the readers’ book Cashel Boyle

[10142] Item: was Hamlet mad? The quaker’s pate godlily with a priesteen in

[10147] Amused Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding:

[10211] —The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time.

[10221] In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:

[10225] A Honeymoon in the Hand

[10226] (a national immorality in three orgasms)

[10249] —O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to

[10250] lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured,

[10259] if Judas go forth tonight. Why? That lies in space which I in time must

[10272] after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see.

[10276] ancient mariner. O, Kinch, thou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.

[10289] Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail

[10290] from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw

10. Wandering Rocks

[10307] in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to

[10316] reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his

[10321] ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal Wolsey’s

[10323] abandoned me in my old days. He walked by the treeshade of sunnywinking

[10331] And Mr Sheehy himself? Still in London. The house was still sitting, to

[10343] jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet again,

[10344] in going. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste.

[10351] A zealous man, however. Really he was. And really did great good in his

[10379] Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c, in silk hat, slate

[10402] road. It was a wonder that there was not a tramline in such an important

[10418] by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop. Father

[10422] catastrophe in New York. In America those things were continually

[10430] Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade

[10432] saluted the constable. In Youkstetter’s, the porkbutcher’s, Father

[10434] curled in tubes.

[10440] the Creator who had made turf to be in bogs whence men might dig it

[10441] out and bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the houses of poor

[10454] Father Conmee sat in a corner of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with

[10455] care in the eye of one plump kid glove, while four shillings, a sixpence

[10469] Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also that

[10473] Father Conmee at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the

[10483] absolved, pray for me. But they had so many worries in life, so many

[10493] hour came like a thief in the night. That book by the Belgian jesuit, Le

[10495] millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the

[10501] conductor and saluted in his turn.

[10504] The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide. Lord Talbot de Malahide,

[10506] Then came the call to arms and she was maid, wife and widow in one day.

[10507] Those were old worldish days, loyal times in joyous townlands, old times

[10508] in the barony.

[10510] Father Conmee, walking, thought of his little book Old Times in the

[10515] Mary, first countess of Belvedere, listlessly walking in the evening,

[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

[10527] smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full fruit

[10540] Clongowes field. He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard

[10541] the cries of the boys’ lines at their play, young cries in the quiet

[10549] Father Conmee read in secret Pater and Ave and crossed his breast. Deus

[10550] in adiutorium.

[10553] came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in

[10557] young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. The young man raised

[10566] at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself erect,

[10586] while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a

[10596] street. Towards Larry O’Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he

[10606] J. J. O’Molloy’s white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was in

[10621] He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head

[10638] Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen.

[10640] —Did you put in the books? Boody asked.

[10660] —What’s in the pot? she asked.

[10668] Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked:

[10670] —And what’s in this?

[10672] A heavy fume gushed in answer.

[10698] —Our father who art not in heaven.

[10700] Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey’s bowl, exclaimed:

[10709] The blond girl in Thornton’s bedded the wicker basket with rustling

[10710] fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper

[10713] —Put these in first, will you? he said.

[10722] Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the

[10737] —Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?

[10751] Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers’ pocket.

[10769] Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour, the stalk of the

[10788] —Sacrifizio incruento, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in

[10804] —Eccolo, Almidano Artifoni said in friendly haste. Venga a trovarmi e

[10813] trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted,

[10814] signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling

[10817] Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of The Woman in White

[10818] far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her

[10821] Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion?

[10853] —Mr Boylan! Hello! That gentleman from Sport was in looking for you.

[10854] Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he’ll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes,

[10857] Two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch.

[10863] —Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute

[10867] The vesta in the clergyman’s uplifted hand consumed itself in a long

[10871] —How interesting! a refined accent said in the gloom.

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

[10875] himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin.

[10879] synagogue over in Adelaide road. You were never here before, Jack, were

[10885] serves me. The mansion of the Kildares was in Thomas court.

[10896] In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled

[10904] —You’re welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Drop in whenever you like.

[10916] He stood to read the card in his hand.

[10920] the Fitzgeralds he told me. He’s well up in history, faith.

[10927] Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.

[10963] —See? he said. Say it’s turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.

[10975] —See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.

[10980] —Smart idea, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. So a fellow coming in late

[10985] He slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop:

[10988] —I’ll see him now in the Ormond, Lenehan said, and sound him. One

[11014] like a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in it,

[11035] While he waited in Temple bar M’Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle

[11037] get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark.

[11043] in there going to back a bloody horse someone gave him that hasn’t an

[11056] he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. There

[11057] were fine plates in it worth double the money, the stars and the moon

[11063] over in the sun.

[11077] —I know, M’Coy broke in. My missus sang there once.

[11084] He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.

[11111] His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his eyes tight in

[11116] comets in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey: the great bear

[11118] I was lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At

[11130] hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M’Coy.

[11138] infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered

[11168] He read the other title: Sweets of Sin. More in her line. Let us see.

[11172] —All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the stores on

[11177] —Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands

[11199] chancery, king’s bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in

[11200] the lord chancellor’s court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the

[11202] Lady Cairns versus the owners of the barque Mona, in the court of appeal

[11203] reservation of judgment in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident

[11223] twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.

[11262] —Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin

[11265] —You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.

[11267] —How do you know that? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.

[11272] —I know you did, Dilly answered. Were you in the Scotch house now?

[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.

[11349] do, Mr Crimmins? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your

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

[11395] Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course.

[11399] damn it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a

[11403] drop of gin, that was. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his

[11408] drove by in her noddy.

[11413] Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan’s? Or no, there was a

[11414] midnight burial in Glasnevin. Corpse brought in through a secret door

[11415] in the wall. Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Well, well. Better

[11424] Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry

[11432] now in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly’s. No

[11441] on the wrong side. They rose in dark and evil days. Fine poem that

[11447] A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping,

[11448] leaping in their, in their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades.

[11461] Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights

[11462] shining in the darkness. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of

[11466] She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. A sailorman,

[11481] one with a midwife’s bag in which eleven cockles rolled.

[11487] Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me

[11495] his shoulderblade. In Clohissey’s window a faded 1860 print of Heenan

[11497] round the roped prizering. The heavyweights in tight loincloths

[11593] He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in

[11604] crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards

[11620] threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw.

[11625] —They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.

[11654] his joyful fingers in the air.

[11659] along. I saw John Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it

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

[11728] —I’ll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.

[11737] brother-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the liberties.

[11740] the elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit, who walked

[11747] empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate. Martin Cunningham,

[11768] to know, to keep order in the council chamber. And old Barlow the

[11769] macebearer laid up with asthma, no mace on the table, nothing in order,

[11770] no quorum even, and Hutchinson, the lord mayor, in Llandudno and little

[11788] passed in and up the stairs.

[11793] With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in.

[11796] John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning in the mirror.

[11809] harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they went past

[11810] before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. In saddles of the leaders,

[11822] —Parnell’s brother. There in the corner.

[11827] —Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.

[11880] —He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid

[11886] Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter over its

[11890] something in ten years.

[11917] duke’s lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth

[11935] blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley

[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

[11954] of them mots that do be in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old

[11958] for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow would

[11963] In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff’s mouth

[11974] I’m in mourning? Uncle Barney said he’d get it into the paper

[11975] tonight. Then they’ll all see it in the paper and read my name printed

[11983] Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling

[11987] for to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see

[11991] Mr Dignam, my father. I hope he’s in purgatory now because he went to

[11996] lodge. In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de

[11997] Courcy and the honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. in attendance.

[12010] Broadstone terminus. In the porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with

[12016] its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan’s office Poddle river

[12017] hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. Above the crossblind

[12021] stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low. His Excellency

[12031] stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant. Beyond

[12047] chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently. In Fownes’s

[12050] in the glare. John Henry Menton, filling the doorway of Commercial

[12052] watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it. Where the

[12055] shouted in his ear the tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to

[12063] Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the

[12068] suit of indigo serge. His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute

[12072] music which was being discoursed in College park. Unseen brazen highland

[12084] C. Adderly and W. C. Huggard, started in pursuit. Striding past Finn’s

[12087] in the window of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Deep in Leinster

[12093] to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer’s hospital,

[12095] stripling opposite Broadbent’s. In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in

[12100] themselves, an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view

[12106] prince consort, in 1849 and the salute of Almidano Artifoni’s sturdy

11. Sirens

[12134] Peep! Who’s in the... peepofgold?

[12136] Tink cried to bronze in pity.

[12197] Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.

[12205] Amen! He gnashed in fury.

[12211] By bronze, by gold, in oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.

[12253] —Look at the fellow in the tall silk.

[12257] —In the second carriage, miss Douce’s wet lips said, laughing in the

[12263] the pane in a halo of hurried breath.

[12277] hair. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.

[12283] Bloowho went by by Moulang’s pipes bearing in his breast the sweets

[12284] of sin, by Wine’s antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by

[12287] The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came. For them

[12316] Ladylike in exquisite contrast.

[12320] She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered

[12336] Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror

[12337] gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their

[12347] old fogey in Boyd’s for something for my skin.

[12364] Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey’s tone:

[12372] That night in the Antient Concert Rooms.

[12381] like a snout in quest.

[12386] Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:

[12396] those rakes of fellows in: her white.

[12402] In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy

[12413] spluttered out of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter,

[12425] each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze,

[12459] He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

[12475] —Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they

[12495] be a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at

[12507] —Was Mr Lidwell in today?

[12509] In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex

[12514] —He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said.

[12522] —Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?

[12532] —Peep! Who’s in the corner?

[12545] He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.

[12570] —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Lenehan. In

[12571] Mooney’s en ville and in Mooney’s sur mer. He had received the rhino

[12592] —The tuner was in today, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking

[12615] Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the oblique

[12618] advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action.

[12620] Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was in

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

[12622] not happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo.

[12644] In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.

[12646] From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the

[12649] and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.

[12706] sloegin for me. Wire in yet?

[12710] Cowley’s red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff’s

[12713] Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.

[12716] Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What,

[12717] Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there.

[12726] But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.

[12731] lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and

[12734] —Fine goods in small parcels.

[12746] —Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.

[12759] clanged. Clock clacked. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till

[12760] and hummed and handed coins in change. Look to the west. A clack. For

[12783] High, a high note pealed in the treble clear.

[12811] Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter

[12819] —You’re the essence of vulgarity, she in gliding said.

[12852] in that Judas Iscariot’s ear this time.

[12872] Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered, he wanted

[12898] him. He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.

[12906] —Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said.

[12921] in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration and

[12924] in Keogh’s gave us the number. Remember?

[12930] Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.

[12973] They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze

[12982] Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. Dinners fit for princes.

[12984] By Bachelor’s walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun

[12985] in heat, mare’s glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding

[13006] In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would.

[13015] be in the paper. O, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about

[13018] said. O, not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by

[13023] In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and War someone is.

[13028] I’m drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so

[13043] Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the

[13046] Best value in Dub.

[13048] Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,

[13051] Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between

[13066] —Go on, blast you! Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.

[13070] Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long

[13090] —No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.

[13105] Joe Maas sing that one night. Ah, what M’Guckin! Yes. In his way.

[13113] Sweets to the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic

[13114] of him. Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass, fresh

[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

[13134] notes in one there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my

[13135] motives he twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all.

[13140] Order. Yes, I remember. Lovely air. In sleep she went to him. Innocence

[13141] in the moon. Brave. Don’t know their danger. Still hold her back. Call

[13147] Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.

[13153] Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his

[13174] By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her bronze and rose, a

[13175] lady’s grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil Mina

[13196] in murmur, like no voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem

[13201] expect it in the least, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.

[13206] it round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave, gyved them fast.

[13216] comfits, in her satchel. Yes? Hands felt for the opulent.

[13236] Bloom. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music

[13237] out, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. Tipping her tepping her

[13257] Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in

[13258] Drago’s always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass.

[13259] Still hear it better here than in the bar though farther.

[13263] First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon’s in Terenure. Yellow,

[13273] eyes. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in

[13278] Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cry of passion dominant

[13279] to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony. In

[13293] aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the

[13315] Atrot, in heat, heatseated. Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la. Slower

[13326] —Seven days in jail, Ben Dollard said, on bread and water. Then

[13330] served. Second gentleman paid. Tom Kernan strutted in. Lydia, admired,

[13337] rank and fame: in Ned Lambert’s ’twas. Good God he never heard in

[13342] Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the

[13343] night, Si in Ned Lambert’s, Dedalus house, sang ’Twas rank and fame.

[13347] in his, Ned Lambert’s, house.

[13349] Brothers-in-law: relations. We never speak as we pass by. Rift in the

[13354] That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It’s in the silence after

[13360] harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening

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

[13393] Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

[13403] —Grandest number in the whole opera, Goulding said.

[13418] hear chords a bit off: feel lost a bit. In and out of sacks, over

[13420] Question of mood you’re in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales

[13431] boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles.

[13432] Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Walking, you know, Ben, in the

[13464] If she found out. Card in my high grade ha. No, not tell all. Useless

[13469] gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George

[13481] know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he

[13485] off there sad in minor. Why minor sad? Sign H. They like sad tail at

[13501] Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be.

[13504] In Gerard’s rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is

[13512] Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then

[13538] She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold in

[13554] mouth, why? Her eyes over the sheet. Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave.

[13557] The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood it is. Souse in

[13574] Walks in the moonlight by the sea. No, not alone. With whom? She nobly

[13577] Bob Cowley’s twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The

[13586] Giovanni he’s playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle

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

[13598] men’s intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I’m warm, dark,

[13599] open. Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to

[13624] —Do, do, they begged in one.

[13642] But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of the

[13654] ships’ lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the

[13658] Step in. The holy father. With bows a traitor servant. Curlycues of

[13662] in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.

[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

[13680] Ben’s contrite beard confessed. in nomine Domini, in God’s name he

[13684] corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuary, coffin or coffey,

[13707] that best. Remind him of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.

[13710] gashes in their sides. Woodwinds mooing cows. Semigrand open crocodile

[13714] Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question.

[13715] Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa’s. Hypnotised,

[13716] listening. Eyes like that. She bent. Chap in dresscircle staring down

[13733] struggling in his pale, to Bloom soon old. But when was young?

[13746] Mumpsypum. Laughter in court. Henry. I never signed it. The lovely name

[13755] Thrilled she listened, bending in sympathy to hear.

[13762] them. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. Say something. Make her

[13767] Ventriloquise. My lips closed. Think in my stom. What?

[13771] With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic

[13792] it to my hands. All lost in pity for croppy. Fro, to: to, fro: over

[13794] finger passed in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then slid

[13802] I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.

[13816] By deaf Pat in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.

[13823] by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and

[13824] faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely

[13829] Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe

[13832] Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway

[13847] castagnettes in the air.

[13854] laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.

[13868] Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly

[13895] Wish I hadn’t promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your

[13911] ears. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty.

[13916] never know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn fifty quid a year.

[13917] Queer up there in the cockloft, alone, with stops and locks and keys.

[13920] (want to have wadding or something in his no don’t she cried), then

[13923] Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom’s little wee.

[13930] —By the bye there’s a tuningfork in there on the...

[13962] Twentyfour solicitors in that one house. Counted them. Litigation. Love

[13968] pig’s cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his

[13979] comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in

[13992] Muffled up. Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin. O,

[13995] A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the day

[13997] Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Horn. Who had

[14000] you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke, that. Appointment we

[14002] sweet home. Sees me, does she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip.

[14003] Damn her. O, well, she has to live like the rest. Look in here.

[14005] In Lionel Marks’s antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel

[14022] Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks’s window. Robert

[14035] Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw

12. Cyclops

[14076] —Old Troy, says I, was in the force. I’m on two minds not to give

[14077] that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms

[14085] to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a

[14098] debts. But that’s the most notorious bloody robber you’d meet in a

[14108] parade in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter

[14110] esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city of Dublin, Arran quay ward,

[14116] received which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to said vendor in

[14123] vendor in the manner herein set forth as this day hereby agreed between

[14134] —Who? says I. Sure, he’s out in John of God’s off his head, poor

[14147] —Not a word, says Joe. I was up at that meeting in the City Arms.

[14160] In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan. There

[14161] rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. There sleep the mighty dead as in

[14163] it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the

[14167] be enumerated. In the mild breezes of the west and of the east the lofty

[14168] trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage, the wafty

[14171] that region is thoroughly well supplied. Lovely maidens sit in close

[14182] by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for

[14212] and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great

[14213] hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun.

[14216] citizen up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that

[14218] drop in the way of drink.

[14220] —There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and

[14226] constabulary man in Santry that came round one time with a blue paper

[14235] Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:

[14249] And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:

[14278] body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in

[14283] in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the

[14286] while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his

[14292] to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by

[14295] in high Balbriggan buskins dyed in lichen purple, the feet being shod

[14309] for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the

[14325] he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls

[14344] Who comes through Michan’s land, bedight in sable armour? O’Bloom,

[14352] friend. Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland

[14384] swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely youth and behind him

[14389] Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney’s

[14390] snug, squeezed up with the laughing. And who was sitting up there in the

[14394] in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and

[14409] The bloody mongrel began to growl that’d put the fear of God in you

[14410] seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.

[14416] —Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton’s and then he went

[14423] —When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? says Joe.

[14439] Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats, cunning as the sons of

[14447] thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals.

[14450] outdone in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a

[14451] testoon of costliest bronze. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork

[14480] when the porter’s up in him so says I just to make talk:

[14484] —I don’t know, says Alf. I saw him just now in Capel street with

[14527] In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by

[14534] Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he

[14537] lower astral levels. In reply to a question as to his first sensations

[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

[14542] from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were

[14544] hatakalda, wataklasat and that the highest adepts were steeped in

[14549] in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the

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

[14559] the commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to

[14561] this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and

[14578] And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.

[14585] blackguard in Dublin when he’s under the influence:

[14603] didn’t want that kind of talk in a respectable licensed premises. And

[14611] the bumbailiff’s daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that

[14613] stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing

[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

[14639] Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful

[14640] case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i

[14645] —... private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in

[14655] in he can’t get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my

[14673] And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a

[14683] In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. Their

[14703] in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me

[14704] when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces

[14707] —Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe, as someone said.

[14719] calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent

[14722] dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood

[14724] resulting in the phenomenon which has been denominated by the faculty a

[14725] morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis

[14757] Time they were stopping up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there

[14760] bézique to come in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating

[14770] in Power’s after, the blender’s, round in Cope street going home

[14771] footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through

[14772] all the samples in the bloody establishment. Phenomenon!

[14784] The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. From the belfries far

[14794] Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person

[14795] maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and

[14802] M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual

[14805] who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity

[14816] present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone

[14830] themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning

[14832] animated altercation (in which all took part) ensued among the F. O.

[14834] date of the birth of Ireland’s patron saint. In the course of the

[14847] secreted in his thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the

[14848] affray from the pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing

[14853] Quietly, unassumingly Rumbold stepped on to the scaffold in faultless

[14859] viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in their excitement while

[14860] the even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a

[14867] megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore’s

[14868] patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the possession of his family

[14870] in attendance, Dr Pippi. The learned prelate who administered the last

[14872] penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his

[14875] of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot

[14879] in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been provided by the

[14888] dogs’ home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished

[14893] tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced

[14894] the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he,

[14895] with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion

[14897] should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and

[14902] launched into eternity for her sake. The hero folded her willowy form in

[14909] he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. She brought back

[14911] banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes

[14913] heartily, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in

[14921] and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye in that record

[14926] name the day, and was accepted on the spot. Every lady in the audience

[14927] was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of

[14930] bearer, by the way, of one of the most timehonoured names in Albion’s

[14932] engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock

[14938] and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in

[14939] his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone:

[14947] their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a

[14948] quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that

[14953] froth of his pint. And one night I went in with a fellow into one of

[14956] blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him in Irish and a lot of colleen

[14978] Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and the

[14979] old towser growling, letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera.

[14983] and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the

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

[14995] has left no stone unturned in his efforts to delucidate and compare the

[15001] C. points out in an interesting communication published by an evening

[15002] contemporary) of the harsher and more personal note which is found in

[15004] to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the

[15013] if Owen’s verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone

[15035] —Could you make a hole in another pint?

[15040] in the way of liquid refreshment? says he.

[15063] with his mortgagor under the act. He was bloody safe he wasn’t run in

[15065] friend in court. Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal

[15086] this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of

[15097] bobby, 14A. Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after

[15101] mass in Adam and Eve’s when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote

[15123] fortune to keep him in drinks.

[15140] and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen

[15143] guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. Because he was up one time in a

[15147] how to milk ducks. Pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel the wife

[15148] used to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O’Dowd crying her

[15173] tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the

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

[15185] honourable member’s question is in the affirmative.

[15188] for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the

[15191] Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative.

[15230] A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of Brian

[15231] O’Ciarnain’s in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag, under the auspices of

[15233] importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and

[15235] The venerable president of the noble order was in the chair and the

[15241] wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr

[15247] negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in

[15251] need recalling here) A nation once again in the execution of which the

[15253] to have fairly excelled himself. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in

[15255] advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing

[15295] English gold in his pocket.

[15299] And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the

[15307] he gave him one last puck in the wind, Queensberry rules and all, made

[15313] superlative skill in ringcraft. The final bout of fireworks was a

[15315] some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been

[15316] receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some

[15326] and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in

[15332] his opponent’s mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and

[15336] Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared

[15341] running a concert tour now up in the north.

[15355] Hoho begob says I to myself says I. That explains the milk in the

[15372] learned in the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble line

[15398] list and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in

[15400] glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and

[15401] garnishee orders. Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street

[15402] where no-one would know him in the private office when I was there with

[15424] —Whatever statement you make, says Joe, will be taken down in evidence

[15435] indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law.

[15468] be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. Hole. In my

[15472] pints in peace. Gob, we won’t be let even do that much itself.

[15483] and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in

[15492] Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers

[15494] any green in the white of my eye? Course it was a bloody barney. What?

[15497] Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him,

[15508] dissolve in tears on the bench.

[15510] —Ay, says Alf. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn’t clap him in the

[15527] in the third week after the feastday of the Holy and Undivided Trinity,

[15528] the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first

[15530] halls of law. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave

[15531] his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the

[15533] chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and

[15534] final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the

[15539] commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the

[15546] tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. And he

[15548] truly try and true deliverance make in the issue joined between their

[15551] they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, and they swore by

[15555] in consequence of information received. And they shackled him hand and

[15573] want no more strangers in our house.

[15582] —The strangers, says the citizen. Our own fault. We let them come in.

[15583] We brought them in. The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon

[15588] And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a

[15589] spider’s web in the corner behind the barrel, and the citizen scowling

[15597] with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

[15604] pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor. Belle in her

[15606] and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be

[15614] So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a face on

[15618] What did those tinkers in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide

[15621] O’Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the

[15624] city, second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, after

[15625] due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn

[15632] So J. J. puts in a word, doing the toff about one story was good till

[15646] —They’re not European, says the citizen. I was in Europe with Kevin

[15648] anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d’aisance.

[15658] He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the

[15676] —Still running, says he. We’re all in a cart. Boylan plunged two

[15682] —Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. Throwaway,

[15696] sticking in an odd word.

[15698] —Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others’ eyes but they

[15699] can’t see the beam in their own.

[15704] tribes? And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole world!

[15705] And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax

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

[15713] sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even

[15717] the right to fish in our waters. What do the yellowjohns of Anglia owe

[15748] in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an

[15753] bride, wore very becoming costumes in the same tone, a dainty motif

[15754] of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated

[15755] capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of

[15757] wellknown ability and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the

[15760] Saint Fiacre in Horto after the papal blessing the happy pair were

[15763] shoots. Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in

[15768] pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.

[15774] again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom

[15775] of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a

[15785] a tanyard cat. Cows in Connacht have long horns. As much as his bloody

[15787] multitude in Shanagolden where he daren’t show his nose with the Molly

[15803] down like a bull at a gate. And another one: Black Beast Burned in

[15804] Omaha, Ga. A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a

[15805] Sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under

[15806] him. Gob, they ought to drown him in the sea after and electrocute and

[15813] is. Read the revelations that’s going on in the papers about flogging

[15818] of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the

[15829] —’Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.

[15837] hereditary chamber on the face of God’s earth and their land in the

[15846] They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth,

[15847] and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast,

[15861] in the black 47. Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside

[15863] told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland

[15864] as redskins in America. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. But

[15866] of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro. Ay,

[15867] they drove out the peasants in hordes. Twenty thousand of them died in

[15882] in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria

[15898] with the winkers on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of

[15910] and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic

[15943] —A nation? says Bloom. A nation is the same people living in the same

[15947] I’m living in the same place for the past five years.

[15952] —Or also living in different places.

[15961] gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.

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

[15974] of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four masters

[15976] nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing),

[15981] illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in

[16009] by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle.

[16031] there. If he comes just say I’ll be back in a second. Just a moment.

[16047] trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. The man in the

[16066] in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that’s visiting

[16075] yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting,

[16077] thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his

[16079] the dusky potentate, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated

[16088] toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the

[16090] chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors’

[16091] book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the

[16098] —Same only more so, says Lenehan. And thereafter in that fruitful land

[16110] —Well, says J. J., if they’re any worse than those Belgians in the

[16125] Throwaway and he’s gone to gather in the shekels.

[16128] horse in anger in his life?

[16133] the only man in Dublin has it. A dark horse.

[16144] to myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in

[16145] Slattery’s off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings

[16146] is five quid) and when they were in the (dark horse) pisser Burke was

[16155] was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper

[16203] king’s friends (God bless His Majesty!) shall not go afasting in my

[16221] So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom.

[16246] —He’s a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it

[16248] that in the castle.

[16263] be their Messiah. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I

[16269] his that died was born. I met him one day in the south city markets

[16282] Gob, there’s many a true word spoken in jest. One of those mixed

[16283] middlings he is. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a

[16286] the like of that and throw him in the bloody sea. Justifiable homicide,

[16294] —A wolf in sheep’s clothing, says the citizen. That’s what he is.

[16353] and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of

[16355] trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys,

[16361] Britain street chanting the introit in Epiphania Domini which beginneth

[16381] —Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domini.

[16405] be damned but in he comes again letting on to be in a hell of a hurry.

[16432] whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be all

[16437] The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop the

[16447] they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the bark clave the

[16453] candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf

[16466] about bloody nothing. Gob, it’d turn the porter sour in your guts, so

[16474] his eye starts singing If the man in the moon was a jew, jew, jew and a

[16501] the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid

[16510] executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornament, a work which reflects

[16524] the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers

[16526] the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute

[16533] shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen’s

[16540] —Bloody wars, says I, I’ll be in for the last gospel.

[16548] sun was in his eyes or he’d have left him for dead. Gob, he near sent

[16553] The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect. The

[16554] observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the fifth

[16556] seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year

[16560] and one square pole or perch. All the lordly residences in the vicinity

[16562] in which at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in

[16572] in remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third

[16574] extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near

[16577] atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest

[16583] authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful

[16595] You never saw the like of it in all your born puff. Gob, if he got that

[16615] the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in

[16616] the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment

[16622] Donohoe’s in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.

13. Nausicaa

[16631] The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious

[16632] embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of

[16637] the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to

[16644] Caffrey and Edy Boardman with the baby in the pushcar and Tommy and

[16645] Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with

[16649] bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. They were dabbling in

[16652] Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the pushcar while

[16656] him to tease his fat little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin.

[16670] Boardman was as good as gold, a perfect little dote in his new fancy

[16673] a laugh in her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe

[16674] red lips, a girl lovable in the extreme. And Edy Boardman laughed too at

[16690] Jacky, for shame to throw poor Tommy in the dirty sand. Wait till I

[16694] big sister’s word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he

[16696] unmentionables were full of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the

[16702] dancing in admonition.

[16731] Gerty MacDowell who was seated near her companions, lost in thought,

[16732] gazing far away into the distance was, in very truth, as fair a specimen

[16740] almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a

[16744] kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. Bertha Supple told

[16751] unmistakably evidenced in her delicate hands and higharched instep. Had

[16752] kind fate but willed her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in

[16754] Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the

[16766] becoming in leaders of fashion, and she had never regretted it. Then

[16770] her wealth of wonderful hair. It was dark brown with a natural wave in

[16772] nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and

[16775] her cheeks she looked so lovely in her sweet girlish shyness that of a

[16782] a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May

[16784] say that because of him cooling in his attentions when it was simply a

[16787] and down in front of her window. Only now his father kept him in in the

[16788] evenings studying hard to get an exhibition in the intermediate that was

[16791] in the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Little recked he

[16792] perhaps for what she felt, that dull aching void in her heart sometimes,

[16794] to love her in time. They were protestants in his family and of course

[16803] and ride up and down in front of her bit of a garden.

[16808] was expected in the Lady’s Pictorial that electric blue would be worn)

[16809] with a smart vee opening down to the division and kerchief pocket (in

[16823] in footwear (Edy Boardman prided herself that she was very petite but

[16828] her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and

[16831] Gerty would never see seventeen again) can find it in his heart to

[16841] brought him in to study for the intermediate exhibition and because

[16849] there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give

[16850] worlds to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where, giving

[16854] upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain.

[16858] and in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing a

[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

[16864] one in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss (the first!) but

[16873] understand, take her in his sheltering arms, strain her to him in all

[16877] affianced bride for riches for poor, in sickness in health, till death

[16882] little wife to be. Then they could talk about her till they went blue in

[16884] be twentytwo in November. She would care for him with creature comforts

[16889] in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the same direction,

[16896] and chintz covers for the chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery’s

[16897] summer jumble sales like they have in rich houses. He would be tall with

[16901] weeks!) and then, when they settled down in a nice snug and cosy little

[16915] now with him and she told Cissy Caffrey not to give in to him.

[16921] Tommy after it in full career, having won the day.

[16927] gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, chinchopper, chinchopper,

[16952] the evening she dressed up in her father’s suit and hat and the burned

[16963] spectacle it was to see) in that simple fane beside the waves, after the

[16969] cured in Pearson’s Weekly, she might now be rolling in her carriage,

[16971] the dying embers in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two

[16975] childhood days. Nay, she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of

[16979] his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness, deserves to be branded

[16982] And still the voices sang in supplication to the Virgin most powerful,

[16983] Virgin most merciful. And Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce saw or heard

[17004] and cheery in the home.

[17006] A sterling good daughter was Gerty just like a second mother in the

[17007] house, a ministering angel too with a little heart worth its weight in

[17016] where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a

[17019] story behind it. The colours were done something lovely. She was in

[17020] a soft clinging white in a studied attitude and the gentleman was in

[17024] and thought about those times because she had found out in Walker’s

[17028] The twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly fashion

[17032] not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was

[17055] look at him and the face that met her gaze there in the twilight, wan

[17065] them what the great saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Mary, the

[17066] most pious Virgin’s intercessory power that it was not recorded in any

[17072] baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. Peep

[17097] him in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was

[17107] in the church like a kind of waft. And while she gazed her heart went

[17108] pitapat. Yes, it was her he was looking at, and there was meaning in his

[17118] sitting. He was in deep mourning, she could see that, and the story of a

[17135] to know all, to forgive all if she could make him fall in love with her,

[17144] heart. Gerty could picture the whole scene in the church, the stained

[17147] O’Hanlon at the altar, carrying things in and out with his eyes cast

[17150] became a Dominican nun in their white habit perhaps he might come to the

[17152] told him about that in confession, crimsoning up to the roots of her

[17154] voice of nature and we were all subject to nature’s laws, he said, in

[17169] a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their places, the both of

[17171] were afraid the tide might come in on them and be drowned.

[17194] the thurible to Canon O’Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed

[17198] mistake in all her life because Gerty could see without looking that

[17202] her foot in and out in time as the music rose and fell to the Tantumer

[17203] gosa cramen tum. Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in

[17207] neither shape nor form (the cheek of her!) because he had eyes in his

[17216] never seen on a girl’s shoulders—a radiant little vision, in sooth,

[17217] almost maddening in its sweetness. You would have to travel many a long

[17219] see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her

[17220] tingling in every nerve. She put on her hat so that she could see from

[17222] caught as she caught the expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a

[17224] the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat

[17243] they were told to be in early.

[17254] in every line of his distinguishedlooking figure.

[17260] sun was set. His voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in

[17261] measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones.

[17270] swung her leg more in and out in time. It was getting darker but he

[17277] fixed themselves on her again drinking in her every contour, literally

[17278] worshipping at her shrine. If ever there was undisguised admiration in

[17290] her but Gerty could pay them back in their own coin and she just

[17301] there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears. Their eyes were

[17302] probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in

[17309] ringdove, but they cut the silence icily. There was that in her young

[17317] see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering

[17320] something aloof, apart, in another sphere, that she was not of them and

[17322] so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it.

[17324] Edy straightened up baby Boardman to get ready to go and Cissy tucked in

[17329] poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as

[17335] The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set

[17340] flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed

[17345] Blessed Sacrament in his hands.

[17347] How moving the scene there in the gathering twilight, the last glimpse

[17356] she read in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel

[17360] thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilettable which, though

[17365] home from the wash and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it

[17366] in violet ink that she bought in Hely’s of Dame Street for she felt

[17372] poetry, so sad in its transient loveliness, had misted her eyes with

[17377] magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding back for her. Love

[17385] a very great difference? From everything in the least indelicate her

[17391] without all that other in spite of the conventions of Society with a big

[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

[17415] helterskelter, Edy with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and Cissy

[17424] a light broke in upon her. Whitehot passion was in that face, passion

[17430] and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back looking up

[17435] hotblooded, because Bertha Supple told her once in dead secret and made

[17439] something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the bed. But

[17446] kind of dreamy look in her eyes so that she too, my dear, and Winny

[17455] long Roman candle going up over the trees, up, up, and, in the tense

[17463] it went out of sight a moment and she was trembling in every limb from

[17466] ashamed and he wasn’t either to look in that immodest way like that

[17475] in raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads

[17479] Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent. Ah! She

[17486] He of all men! But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes,

[17489] secret, only theirs, alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to

[17493] Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the football field to show

[17499] into her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of

[17504] souls met in a last lingering glance and the eyes that reached

[17521] in a woman. But makes them polite. Glad I didn’t know it when she was

[17526] All kinds of crazy longings. Licking pennies. Girl in Tranquilla convent

[17527] that nun told me liked to smell rock oil. Virgins go mad in the end I

[17528] suppose. Sister? How many women in Dublin have it today? Martha, she.

[17529] Something in the air. That’s the moon. But then why don’t all women

[17533] Damned glad I didn’t do it in the bath this morning over her silly I

[17535] gouger M’Coy stopping me to say nothing. And his wife engagement in

[17541] that? Ah, yes. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Peeping

[17554] Martha: now as then. No reasonable offer refused. She wasn’t in a

[17556] appointment. Out on spec probably. They believe in chance because like

[17559] kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden. Nuns

[17563] Powell. Till Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a blue moon.

[17566] see you. Picking holes in each other’s appearance. You’re looking

[17575] rest once in a way. Wonder if it’s bad to go with them then. Safe in

[17577] plants I read in a garden. Besides they say if the flower withers she

[17583] tumble. Kiss in the dark and never tell. Saw something in me. Wonder

[17585] plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. To aid gentleman in

[17587] see me in profile. Still, you never know. Pretty girls and ugly men

[17591] smell. Hair strong in rut. Ten bob I got for Molly’s combings when we

[17592] were on the rocks in Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money.

[17620] Good idea if you’re stuck. Gain time. But then you’re in a cart.

[17622] for it: good evening. O but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly

[17623] spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was. Whew! Girl in Meath street that

[17629] O, her mouth in the dark! And you a married man with a single girl!

[17632] Eating off his cold plate. Chap in the Burton today spitting back

[17633] gumchewed gristle. French letter still in my pocketbook. Cause of half

[17634] the trouble. But might happen sometime, I don’t think. Come in, all is

[17649] Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lord mayor had his eye on her too. Val

[17654] be, waiting for something to happen. Want to be grownups. Dressing in

[17658] in Jammet’s wore her veil only to her nose. Would you mind, please,

[17662] course they understand birds, animals, babies. In their line.

[17668] beyond a dog’s jump. Women never meet one like that Wilkins in the

[17678] Bred in the bone. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the

[17681] Prescott’s by the way that ad I must, carrying home the change in her

[17686] know! Three years old she was in front of Molly’s dressingtable, just

[17691] like that frump today. A. E. Rumpled stockings. Or the one in Grafton

[17694] A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Zrads and

[17703] this relief much thanks. In Hamlet, that is. Lord! It was all things

[17712] And she lived with her mother in Irishtown.

[17714] Wiping pens in their stockings. But the ball rolled down to her as if

[17722] even closed at first, sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds.

[17726] was in the Coffee Palace. That young doctor O’Hare I noticed her

[17728] marriageable. Worst of all at night Mrs Duggan told me in the City Arms.

[17729] Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like a polecat. Have that

[17730] in your nose in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Then ask in the morning:

[17736] locked up at home, skeleton in the cupboard. Allow me to introduce my.

[17738] what to call her. Always see a fellow’s weak point in his wife. Still

[17739] there’s destiny in it, falling in love. Have their own secrets between

[17741] in hand. Then little chits of girls, height of a shilling in coppers,

[17744] of seventy and blushing bride. Marry in May and repent in December. This

[17755] in Pill lane. Also that now is magnetism. Back of everything magnetism.

[17759] arranged. Magnetic needle tells you what’s going on in the sun, the

[17764] and if you have any guts in you. Tip. Have to let fly.

[17766] Wonder how is she feeling in that region. Shame all put on before third

[17767] person. More put out about a hole in her stocking. Molly, her underjaw

[17768] stuck out, head back, about the farmer in the ridingboots and spurs at

[17769] the horse show. And when the painters were in Lombard street west.

[17771] flowers. It was too. Violets. Came from the turpentine probably in the

[17786] too. Why did I smell it only now? Took its time in coming like herself,

[17795] in her shift on the bed. Know her smell in a thousand. Bathwater too.

[17829] Here’s this nobleman passed before. Blown in from the bay. Just went

[17831] had a good tuck in. Enjoying nature now. Grace after meals. After supper

[17838] fellow today at the graveside in the brown macintosh. Corns on his

[17840] say. Must be some somewhere. Salt in the Ormond damp. The body feels

[17842] prophecy that is about ships around they fly in the twinkling. No. Signs

[17851] Scowl or smile. Pardon! Not at all. Best time to spray plants too in

[17857] sun this. Homerule sun setting in the southeast. My native land,

[17869] like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in

[17870] ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the lamps. Nightstock in Mat

[17880] plumstones. Where I come in. All that old hill has seen. Names change:

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

[17888] your? Naughty darling. At Dolphin’s barn charades in Luke Doyle’s

[17894] and she. Circus horse walking in a ring. Rip van Winkle we played. Rip:

[17895] tear in Henny Doyle’s overcoat. Van: breadvan delivering. Winkle:

[17897] leaned on the sideboard watching. Moorish eyes. Twenty years asleep in

[17905] likely. Hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity. Bell scared him

[17909] in the priest’s house. Their frugal meal. Remember about the mistake

[17910] in the valuation when I was in Thom’s. Twentyeight it is. Two houses

[17914] still. All instinct like the bird in drouth got water out of the end of

[17915] a jar by throwing in pebbles. Like a little man in a cloak he is with

[17921] colours. Not true. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the City Arms

[17926] together in the wind and light. Or broken bottles in the furze act as

[17927] a burning glass in the sun. Archimedes. I have it! My memory’s not so

[17934] to fly over the ocean and back. Lots must be killed in storms, telegraph

[17936] floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows. Faugh a

[17937] ballagh! Out of that, bloody curse to you! Others in vessels, bit of a

[17940] earth somewhere. No ends really because it’s round. Wife in every port

[17947] bondage. Something in all those superstitions because when you go out

[17953] and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones’ locker, moon looking down so

[17956] A last lonely candle wandered up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of

[17974] Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the same spot. Irish

[17976] breeches buoy and lifeboat. Day we went out for the pleasure cruise in

[17977] the Erin’s King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Bears in

[17979] overboard to feed the herrings. Nausea. And the women, fear of God in

[17983] didn’t want to. Mamma! Mamma! Babes in the wood. Frightening them with

[17984] masks too. Throwing them up in the air to catch them. I’ll murder you.

[17995] if fat is in fashion. Her growing pains at night, calling, wakening

[18011] bawler in Barney Kiernan’s. Got my own back there. Drunken ranters

[18013] Ought to go home and laugh at themselves. Always want to be swilling in

[18016] Three cheers for Israel. Three cheers for the sister-in-law he hawked

[18017] about, three fangs in her mouth. Same style of beauty. Particularly nice

[18019] Borneo has just come to town. Imagine that in the early morning at close

[18029] Hopeless. Some good matronly woman in a porkpie hat to mother him. Take

[18030] him in tow, platter face and a large apron. Ladies’ grey flannelette

[18037] Suppose she does? Would I like her in pyjamas? Damned hard to answer.

[18040] something to put in them. What’s that? Might be money.

[18046] Bottle with story of a treasure in it, thrown from a wreck. Parcels

[18047] post. Children always want to throw things in the sea. Trust? Bread cast

[18059] Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Washed away. Tide

[18071] Nothing grows in it. All fades. No fear of big vessels coming up here.

[18072] Except Guinness’s barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by

[18075] He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now

[18084] Bat again. No harm in him. Just a few.

[18091] Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in

[18094] A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr Bloom

[18101] The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest’s house cooed where Canon

14. Oxen of the Sun

[18136] which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in

[18150] of his semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the

[18151] nation excellently commenced might be in the future not with similar

[18162] relate, among the Celts, who nothing that was not in its nature

[18168] withering or loose boyconnell flux. Certainly in every public work which

[18169] in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be with importance

[18171] preconsidered or as the maturation of experience it is difficult in

[18175] in that allhardest of woman hour chiefly required and not solely for the

[18184] case was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying

[18186] received into that domicile. O thing of prudent nation not merely in

[18187] being seen but also even in being related worthy of being praised that

[18191] Before born bliss babe had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever in that

[18196] case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in various

[18199] conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of

[18201] thereto to lie in, her term up.

[18210] in ward sleepless. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons

[18214] In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising

[18216] lightens in eyeblink Ireland’s westward welkin. Full she drad that

[18219] infare under her thatch. That man her will wotting worthful went in

[18222] Loth to irk in Horne’s hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow

[18224] land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Once her in townhithe

[18233] O’Hare Doctor in heaven was. Sad was the man that word to hear that

[18234] him so heavied in bowels ruthful. All she there told him, ruing death

[18240] in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas

[18241] and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have his dear soul in his

[18242] undeathliness. He heard her sad words, in held hat sad staring. So stood

[18243] they there both awhile in wanhope sorrowing one with other.

[18250] The man that was come in to the house then spoke to the nursingwoman and

[18251] he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there in childbed.

[18252] The nursingwoman answered him and said that that woman was in throes

[18254] but that now in a little it would be. She said thereto that she had seen

[18258] for he felt with wonder women’s woe in the travail that they have of

[18267] had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this

[18269] healed for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a

[18272] said now that he should go in to that castle for to make merry with

[18278] him in aught contrarious to his list and he said how it was a marvellous

[18280] for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers

[18283] And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of Finlandy

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

[18287] flames that they fix then in the horns of buffalos and stags that there

[18290] blases in to them like to bubbles. And full fair cheer and rich was on

[18292] a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay strange

[18295] in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the fatness

[18297] a marvel to see in that castle how by magic they make a compost out of

[18299] that they do in to it swells up wondrously like to a vast mountain. And

[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

[18319] any of the tother and for that they both were knights virtuous in the

[18328] the goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars’ hall and that was the

[18331] service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the cup. Woman’s woe

[18348] feasted him for that time in the honourablest manner. Ruth red him, love

[18354] matter of some year agone with a woman of Eblana in Horne’s house that

[18357] they said farther she should live because in the beginning, they said,

[18358] the woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of

[18361] were in doubt that the world was now right evil governed as it was never

[18365] should live and the babe to die. In colour whereof they waxed hot

[18374] glorify their Maker, the one in limbo gloom, the other in purgefire.

[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

[18397] peradventure in her bath according to the opinions of Averroes and Moses

[18399] soul was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for

[18404] Leopold would he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save

[18410] and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. That is truth,

[18414] was drunken and that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons.

[18417] pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour

[18425] friend’s son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness

[18427] all accounted him of real parts) so grieved he also in no less measure

[18442] writ. They all admired to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of

[18446] a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. Mark me now. In

[18447] woman’s womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all

[18459] then stands she in the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who

[18460] lives in the house that Jack built and with Joseph the joiner patron of

[18464] consubstantiality but in no case subsubstantiality. And all cried out

[18471] sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a wench that was put in pod of

[18472] a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he did straightways now attack:

[18478] a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking, in habit dun

[18484] got in peasestraw, thou losel, thou chitterling, thou spawn of a rebel,

[18488] time’s occasion as most sacred and most worthy to be most sacred. In

[18491] To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in

[18493] had not cided to take friar’s vows and he answered him obedience in

[18494] the womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days.

[18500] the eternal son and ever virgin. Thereat mirth grew in them the more and

[18502] deflowering of spouses, as the priests use in Madagascar island, she

[18503] to be in guise of white and saffron, her groom in white and grain, with

[18508] in their Maid’s Tragedy that was writ for a like twining of lovers: To

[18517] the stews to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high

[18518] in those days and the custom of the country approved with it. Greater

[18527] broughtedst in a stranger to my gates to commit fornication in my

[18538] in the dark ways of my bitterness: and with a kiss of ashes hast thou

[18544] prince no blister of combustion. The adiaphane in the noon of life is an

[18545] Egypt’s plague which in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is

[18547] all things accord in some mean and measure with their inceptions and

[18557] thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way

[18563] longstablished vault, the crystal palace of the Creator, all in applepie

[18567] See the malt stored in many a refluent sack,

[18568] In the proud cirque of Jackjohn’s bivouac.

[18569] A black crack of noise in the street here, alack, bawled back. Loud on

[18570] left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. Came now the storm

[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

[18592] he had in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not by words be

[18595] could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the

[18597] there to find that bottle. Heard he then in that clap the voice of the

[18601] he was in the land of Phenomenon where he must for a certain one day die

[18610] Chaste had pointed him to the way but the reason was that in the way he

[18611] fell in with a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, she

[18612] said, is Bird-in-the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the true

[18615] flatteringly that she had him in her grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush

[18618] This was it what all that company that sat there at commons in Manse

[18620] Bird-in-the-Hand (which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a

[18624] Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the very goodliest grot and

[18625] in it were four pillows on which were four tickets with these words

[18631] named Killchild. So were they all in their blind fancy, Mr Cavil and Mr

[18634] were ye all deceived for that was the voice of the god that was in a

[18639] So Thursday sixteenth June Patk. Dignam laid in clay of an apoplexy and

[18640] after hard drought, please God, rained, a bargeman coming in by water

[18649] But by and by, as said, this evening after sundown, the wind sitting in

[18653] in a brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the smoking

[18656] pour came. In Ely place, Baggot street, Duke’s lawn, thence through

[18663] say, a good Williamite) chanced against Alec. Bannon in a cut bob (which

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

[18666] stay a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the earth he does

[18676] Moll with red slippers on in a pair of Turkey trunks which is thought by

[18677] those in ken to be for a change and Mistress Purefoy there, that got in

[18685] written out in a fair hand in the king’s bible. Her hub fifty odd and

[18688] heavybraked reel or in a punt he has trailing for flounder and pollock

[18689] and catches a fine bag, I hear. In sum an infinite great fall of rain

[18690] and all refreshed and will much increase the harvest yet those in

[18694] gazette) to have three things in all but this a mere fetch without

[18696] in the right guess with their queerities no telling how.

[18699] was in that night’s gazette and he made a show to find it about him

[18705] in fortunes and for the most part hankered about the coffeehouses

[18712] a bare tester in his purse he could always bring himself off with

[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

[18744] in Prussia street. I question with you there, says he. More like ’tis

[18748] was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all

[18753] purling about, an Irish bull in an English chinashop. I conceive you,

[18756] ring in his nose. True for you, says Mr Vincent cross the table, and a

[18761] him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. What for that, says Mr Dixon,

[18769] that they would rather any time of the month whisper in his ear in the

[18771] than lie with the finest strapping young ravisher in the four fields of

[18772] all Ireland. Another then put in his word: And they dressed him, says

[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

[18780] brought him his fodder in their apronlaps and as soon as his belly was

[18782] mystery and roar and bellow out of him in bulls’ language and they all

[18784] nought to grow in all the land but green grass for himself (for that was

[18786] in the middle of the island with a printed notice, saying: By the Lord

[18788] if ever he got scent of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the wilds of

[18789] Connemara or a husbandman in Sligo that was sowing as much as a handful

[18794] in the world and an old whoremaster that kept seven trulls in his house

[18795] and I’ll meddle in his matters, says he. I’ll make that animal smell

[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

[18805] into a cow’s drinkingtrough in the presence of all his courtiers and

[18813] a corkfloat. In short, he and the bull of Ireland were soon as fast

[18818] yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three sheets in the wind,

[18821] pushed off in their bumboat and put to sea to recover the main of

[18827] Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the doorway

[18831] cornetcy in the fencibles and list for the wars. Mr Mulligan was civil

[18836] printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan. Fertiliser and Incubator.

[18839] Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to devote himself

[18846] prohibitory, whether the inhibition in its turn were due to conjugal

[18852] flambeau under a bushel in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly

[18853] bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might

[18859] resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of Lambay

[18861] note much in favour with our ascendancy party. He proposed to set up

[18869] were warm persuaders for their petitions, would find in him their man.

[18875] asseveration Mr Mulligan in a trice put off from his hat a kerchief with

[18901] a civil bow and said, Pray, sir, was you in need of any professional

[18904] come there about a lady, now an inmate of Horne’s house, that was in

[18909] ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due,

[18910] as with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to a wolf in the stomach.

[18911] For answer Mr Mulligan, in a gale of laughter at his smalls, smote

[18917] The spry rattle had run on in the same vein of mimicry but for some

[18918] larum in the antechamber.

[18921] fume of a fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the liveliest fashion

[18928] done in words if he might treat him with a cup of it. Mais bien sûr,

[18931] felicity. But, gracious heaven, was I left with but a crust in my wallet

[18933] find it in my heart to kneel down upon the ground and give thanks to

[18942] feastday as she told me prettily) in such an artless disorder, of so

[18946] touched in all my life. God, I thank thee, as the Author of my days!

[18949] replaced the locket in his bosom, he wiped his eye and sighed again.

[18951] and universal must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can hold in

[18953] the lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of maturer

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

[18963] tripping in, my friend Monsieur Moore, that most accomplished traveller

[18964] (I have just cracked a half bottle avec lui in a circle of the best wits

[18965] of the town), is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre biche, they have

[18968] luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world. Pooh! A

[18972] today that she would dance in a deluge before ever she would starve in

[18974] whispering in my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy

[18975] butterflies), dame Nature, by the divine blessing, has implanted it in

[18977] for which the innocence of our original garb, in other circumstances a

[18982] tinkling in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for

[18987] having spoken a few words in a low tone to young Mr Dixon, retired with

[18995] so, said Mr Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater

[18999] the young blood in the primrose vest, feigning a womanish simper and

[19003] choke me, cried Costello, if she aint in the family way. I knows a lady

[19006] the nurse had just then informed him that he was needed in the ward.

[19015] should be a glorious incentive in the human breast. I cannot away with

[19021] to mother and maid in house of Horne. Having delivered himself of this

[19041] strong animal spirits spoke in their behalf. But the word of Mr Costello

[19045] world, which the dint of the surgeon’s pliers in his skull lent

[19046] indeed a colour to, so as to put him in thought of that missing link of

[19075] since she had been in such pain through no fault of hers. The dressy

[19076] young blade said it was her husband’s that put her in that expectation

[19082] bade him hold himself in readiness for that the event would burst

[19087] conjugial had been the man in the gap, a clerk in orders, a linkboy

[19088] (virtuous) or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in every household.

[19093] to transform in a pinch of time these votaries of levity into exemplary

[19096] feelings that in common oppress them for I have more than once observed

[19116] the desperate. He says this, a censor of morals, a very pelican in his

[19120] angel, it had gone with her as hard as with Hagar, the Egyptian! In the

[19122] in Mr Cuffe’s hearing brought upon him from an indignant rancher

[19123] a scathing retort couched in terms as straightforward as they were

[19126] habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in

[19127] middle life. If he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums

[19134] which, when rooted in its native orient, throve and flourished and was

[19135] abundant in balm but, transplanted to a clime more temperate, its roots

[19141] junior medical officer in residence, who in his turn announced to the

[19144] afterbirth in the presence of the secretary of state for domestic

[19145] affairs and the members of the privy council, silent in unanimous

[19150] tongues. In vain the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring

[19161] foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to a congestion, the agnathia

[19162] of certain chinless Chinamen (cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan) in

[19166] pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of pressure on the vein, the

[19167] premature relentment of the amniotic fluid (as exemplified in the

[19170] upon the menopause, the problem of the perpetration of the species in

[19174] conceived during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents—in

[19176] in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations. The gravest

[19181] the injunction upon her in the event of a yearning, ardently and

[19190] he stood for, envisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic development

[19194] authority being his own avouchment in support of fables such as that of

[19196] to us in the pages of his Metamorphoses. The impression made by his

[19198] been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in that vein of

[19203] in the event of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other, the difficulty

[19207] garb with which he was invested or in obedience to an inward voice, he

[19213] and in the recess appeared... Haines! Which of us did not feel his flesh

[19214] creep! He had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in the

[19223] bullawurrus? My hell, and Ireland’s, is in this life. It is what

[19226] camping out. In vain! His spectre stalks me. Dope is my only hope... Ah!

[19228] panel slid back. An instant later his head appeared in the door opposite

[19238] soul will live there. The spider pitches her web in the solitude. The

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

[19248] young Leopold. There, as in a retrospective arrangement, a mirror within

[19251] house in Clanbrassil street to the high school, his booksatchel on him

[19252] bandolierwise, and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a mother’s

[19253] thought. Or it is the same figure, a year or so gone over, in his first

[19263] in the paternal ingle (a meal of noodles, you may be sure, is aheating),

[19269] drizzling night in Hatch street, hard by the bonded stores there, the

[19275] in nethermost darkness, the willer with the willed, and in an instant

[19277] reader. In a breath ’twas done but—hold! Back! It must not be! In

[19281] illusion of thy strength was taken from thee—and in vain. No son of

[19285] The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the

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

[19307] grows again, magnified in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven’s own

[19312] arise, a queen among the Pleiades, in the penultimate antelucan hour,

[19313] shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a veil of what do you call

[19317] writhing in the skies a mysterious writing till, after a myriad

[19322] school together in Conmee’s time. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades,

[19343] Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home when all were

[19344] in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped

[19347] her a bright casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums which she

[19350] Mount him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a hack

[19356] radiant (Lalage were scarce fair beside her) in her yellow shoes and

[19358] shaded us were in bloom: the air drooped with their persuasive odour and

[19359] with pollen floating by us. In the sunny patches one might easily have

[19360] cooked on a stone a batch of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that

[19361] Periplipomenes sells in his booth near the bridge. But she had nought

[19362] for her teeth but the arm with which I held her and in that she nibbled

[19366] pulled her fill as we reclined together. And in your ear, my friend, you

[19369] a witty letter in it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page. The sweet

[19370] creature turned all colours in her confusion, feigning to reprove a

[19371] slight disorder in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the

[19373] echo in that little mirror she carries. But he had been kind. In going

[19382] told me so, Stephen answered, whom in a previous existence Egyptian

[19390] being in some description of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was

[19396] speedily in the wrong shop. During the past four minutes or thereabouts

[19411] made a capacious hole in it by pouring a lot of it out with, also at the

[19412] same time, however, a considerable degree of attentiveness in order not

[19413] to upset any of the beer that was in it about the place.

[19415] The debate which ensued was in its scope and progress an epitome of the

[19416] course of life. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. The

[19417] debaters were the keenest in the land, the theme they were engaged on

[19421] encyclopaedic. A gallant scene in truth it made. Crotthers was there at

[19422] the foot of the table in his striking Highland garb, his face glowing

[19426] Costello, the eccentric, while at his side was seated in stolid repose

[19428] before the hearth but on either flank of it the figure of Bannon in

[19433] inquisition in the convivial atmosphere of Socratic discussion, while

[19446] deals with tangible phenomena. The man of science like the man in the

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

[19463] Mulligan (Hyg. et Eug. Doc.) blames the sanitary conditions in which

[19465] inhaling the bacteria which lurk in dust. These factors, he alleged,

[19470] said, were accountable for any and every fallingoff in the calibre of

[19476] ladies who were in a particular condition to pass the intervening months

[19477] in a most enjoyable manner. Mr J. Crotthers (Disc. Bacc.) attributes

[19478] some of these demises to abdominal trauma in the case of women workers

[19479] subjected to heavy labours in the workshop and to marital discipline in

[19481] culminating in the exposure of newborn infants, the practice of criminal

[19482] abortion or in the atrocious crime of infanticide. Although the former

[19484] cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the peritoneal cavity

[19485] is too rare to be normative. In fact when one comes to look into it the

[19487] do, all things considered and in spite of our human shortcomings which

[19488] often baulk nature in her intentions. An ingenious suggestion is

[19491] lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general, everything, in

[19492] fine, in nature’s vast workshop from the extinction of some remote

[19497] unaccountably in early childhood (though other children of the same

[19498] marriage do not) must certainly, in the poet’s words, give us pause.

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

[19501] of anticipation by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken

[19506] nevertheless, some of us think, in the long run beneficial to the

[19507] race in general in securing thereby the survival of the fittest. Mr S.

[19514] relief in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought

[19515] else could and in a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to.

[19518] embryo philosopher who for all his overweening bumptiousness in things

[19520] himself on being, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in

[19522] cookable and eatable flesh of a calf newly dropped from its mother. In

[19524] place in the commons’ hall of the National Maternity Hospital, 29, 30

[19525] and 31 Holles street, of which, as is well known, Dr A. Horne (Lic. in

[19533] and measured tone in which it was delivered.

[19541] Reverently look at her as she reclines there with the motherlight in

[19543] to see), in the first bloom of her new motherhood, breathing a silent

[19546] her dear Doady there with her to share her joy, to lay in his arms that

[19548] now (you and I may whisper it) and a trifle stooped in the shoulders yet

[19549] in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has come to the conscientious

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

[19561] Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer’s office, Dublin Castle. And

[19566] in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run low, and so with a tranquil

[19567] heart to bed, to rest. He knows and will call in His own good time. You

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

[19576] call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the

[19582] in the piteous vesture of the past, silent, remote, reproachful.

[19586] trick, upon words so embittered as to accuse in their speaker an

[19588] disengages itself in the observer’s memory, evoked, it would seem, by

[19593] with much real interest in the pellets as they run slowly forward over

[19596] in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey,

[19597] Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in

[19600] against the cool ardent fruit. A lad of four or five in linseywoolsey

[19601] (blossomtime but there will be cheer in the kindly hearth when ere long

[19607] or of reproach (alles Vergängliche) in her glad look.

[19612] custody, rather, befitting their station in that house, the vigilant

[19613] watch of shepherds and of angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long

[19615] preponderant excess of moisture, in swollen masses turgidly distended,

[19616] compass earth and sky in one vast slumber, impending above parched field

[19617] and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an

[19628] Callan taken aback in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon

[19636] other now? Ward of watching in Horne’s house has told its tale in that

[19638] whispers close in going: Madam, when comes the storkbird for thee?

[19645] progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous

[19646] chronicle. Astounding! In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed

[19651] at home and ingots (not thine!) in the countinghouse? Head up! For every

[19667] süsse Milch des Euters. See! it displodes for thee in abundance. Drink,

[19669] too of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour,

[19670] punch milk, such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzling den, milk

[19678] Billyo. Any brollies or gumboots in the fambly? Where the Henry

[19684] out of the bleeding limelight. Yous join uz, dear sir? No hentrusion in

[19693] green. Last word in art shades. Most beautiful book come out of Ireland

[19700] boosebox. Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my

[19711] bet be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten.

[19713] Full of a dure. See her in her dishybilly. Peels off a credit. Lovey

[19724] Spit in your own eye, boss! Mummer’s wire. Cribbed out of Meredith.

[19743] come right in on your invite, see? Up to you, matey. Out with the oof.

[19749] ’Tis, sure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee you, shir.

[19761] Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Madden

[19764] All in if he spots me. Come ahome, our Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo.

[19791] Golly, whatten tunket’s yon guy in the mackintosh? Dusty Rhodes. Peep

[19793] by James. Wants it real bad. D’ye ken bare socks? Seedy cuss in the

[19794] Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis.

[19798] of lonely canyon. Tuck and turn in. Schedule time. Nix for the hornies.

[19799] Pardon? Seen him today at a runefal? Chum o’ yourn passed in his

[19802] off in black bag? Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. I never

[19804] my faith, yes. O, get, rev on a gradient one in nine. Live axle drives

[19812] least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable

[19821] is. Righto, any old time. Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis. You coming

[19822] long? Whisper, who the sooty hell’s the johnny in the black duds?

[19827] gospeller on the Merrion hall? Elijah is coming! Washed in the blood

[19836] Shout salvation in King Jesus. You’ll need to rise precious early,

[19838] half. He’s got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend,

[19839] in his back pocket. Just you try it on.

15. Circe

[19863] past, shaken in Saint Vitus’ dance. A chain of children ’s hands

[19879] oillamp rams her last bottle in the maw of his sack. He heaves his

[19882] doorstep with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in spurts,

[19885] in shouldercapes, their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall. A

[19887] mutter, cease. Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens. In a room lit by

[19888] a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the

[19898] (Private Carr and Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in their oxters,

[19909] To stick in her belly,

[19913] bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped

[19926] (Stephen, flourishing the ashplant in his left hand, chants with joy the

[19939] THE BAWD: (Spits in their trail her jet of venom.) Trinity medicals.

[19946] place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his

[19948] You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The

[19965] LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

[19974] This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar.

[19984] in planes intersecting, the fingers about to part, the left being

[19991] in spasms. From the top spur he slides down. Jacky Caffrey clasps to

[19992] climb. The navvy lurches against the lamp. The twins scuttle off in the

[19999] middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south

[20007] struck by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the convex mirror

[20012] arclamp. He disappears. In a moment he reappears and hurries on.)

[20018] the shutter, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. In each hand he holds

[20024] BLOOM: Stitch in my side. Why did I run?

[20071] mamma’s panacea. Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a cog. Day

[20076] the same. The stiff walk. True word spoken in jest. That awful cramp in

[20079] in the head. Monthly or effect of the other. Brainfogfag. That tired

[20107] letter headed In darkest Stepaside. Keep, keep, keep to the right. Rags

[20123] sneezes. A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan

[20124] of an elder in Zion and a smokingcap with magenta tassels. Horned

[20146] BLOOM: (In youth’s smart blue Oxford suit with white vestslips,

[20147] narrowshouldered, in brown Alpine hat, wearing gent’s sterling silver

[20163] ELLEN BLOOM: (In pantomime dame’s stringed mobcap, widow Twankey’s

[20165] grey mittens and cameo brooch, her plaited hair in a crispine net,

[20166] appears over the staircase banisters, a slanted candlestick in her hand,

[20167] and cries out in shrill alarm.) O blessed Redeemer, what have they done

[20173] (Bloom, mumbling, his eyes downcast, begins to bestow his parcels in his

[20180] (He looks up. Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish

[20183] white yashmak, violet in the night, covers her face, leaving free only

[20193] (He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, questions,

[20200] wristbangles angriling, scolding him in Moorish.)

[20205] offers it to his mistress, blinking, in his cloven hoof, then droops his

[20213] trinketed stomacher, a slow friendly mockery in her eyes.) O Poldy,

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

[20218] water. Shop closes early on Thursday. But the first thing in the

[20228] (The freckled face of Sweny, the druggist, appears in the disc of the

[20241] (In disdain she saunters away, plump as a pampered pouter pigeon,

[20250] Fifteen. There’s no-one in it only her old father that’s dead drunk.

[20252] (She points. In the gap of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie

[20255] BRIDIE: Hatch street. Any good in your mind?

[20262] won’t get a virgin in the flash houses. Ten shillings. Don’t be all

[20263] night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Sixtyseven is a bitch.

[20281] (She glides away crookedly. Mrs Breen in man’s frieze overcoat

[20282] with loose bellows pockets, stands in the causeway, her roguish eyes

[20283] wideopen, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.)

[20290] MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you

[20305] The exotic, you see. Negro servants in livery too if she had money.

[20309] (Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, scarlet socks,

[20310] upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their buttonholes,

[20313] rattle through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing, back to

[20318] There’s someone in the house with Dina

[20319] There’s someone in the house, I know,

[20318] There’s someone in the house with Dina

[20341] prettiest deb in Dublin. How time flies by! Do you remember, harking

[20342] back in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina

[20344] finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Subject, what is in this

[20351] BLOOM: (Squire of dames, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue

[20352] masonic badge in his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a

[20353] prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand.) Ladies and gentlemen, I

[20373] MRS BREEN: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, a

[20385] shuffles past them in carpet slippers, his dull beard thrust out,

[20386] muttering to right and left. Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the pall of

[20387] the ace of spades, dogs him to left and right, doubled in laughter.)

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

[20410] RICHIE: Best value in Dub.

[20427] stupid crowds. I am not on pleasure bent. I am in a grave predicament.

[20447] BLOOM: (In an oatmeal sporting suit, a sprig of woodbine in the lapel,

[20450] in bandolier and a grey billycock hat.) Do you remember a long long

[20454] MRS BREEN: (In smart Saxe tailormade, white velours hat and spider

[20458] year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old

[20459] fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then and

[20468] ducky little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that I

[20469] admired on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though

[20484] the tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his daughter, Dancer Moses

[20485] was her name, and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I

[20491] towards hellsgates. In an archway a standing woman, bent forward, her

[20494] humour. An armless pair of them flop wrestling, growling, in maimed

[20497] THE GAFFER: (Crouches, his voice twisted in his snout.) And when Cairns

[20498] came down from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing

[20523] bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered brazen trunk. In

[20557] Westland row. Then jump in first class with third ticket. Then too far.

[20573] at Kingstown. What’s that like? (Gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted

[20574] doorways, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes. The

[20575] odour of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in slow round ovalling

[20585] a polecat. Chacun son goût. He might be mad. Dogdays. Uncertain in

[20593] But then I have it in my left hand. Calls for more effort. Why? Smaller

[20605] FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act. Commit no nuisance.

[20610] Banbury cakes in their beaks.)

[20632] (Signor Maffei, passionpale, in liontamer’s costume with diamond studs

[20633] in his shirtfront, steps forward, holding a circus paperhoop, a curling

[20637] educated greyhound. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my

[20658] BLOOM: (In red fez, cadi’s dress coat with broad green sash, wearing

[20669] is the flower in question. It was given me by a man I don’t know his

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

[20674] gallants have in the navy. Uniform that does it. (He turns gravely to

[20676] Drop in some evening and have a glass of old Burgundy. (To the second

[20677] watch gaily.) I’ll introduce you, inspector. She’s game. Do it in

[20686] Irish Times in her hand, in tone of reproach, pointing.) Henry! Leopold!

[20706] SECOND WATCH: (Tears in his eyes, to Bloom.) You ought to be thoroughly

[20711] married man, without a stain on my character. I live in Eccles street.

[20720] earth, known the world over. I think I see some old comrades in arms

[20723] as physique, in the service of our sovereign.

[20729] colours for king and country in the absentminded war under general

[20730] Gough in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein,

[20731] was mentioned in dispatches. I did all a white man could. (With quiet

[20736] BLOOM: Well, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. In fact

[20743] a hank of Spanish onions in one hand and holds with the other hand a

[20750] (Mr Philip Beaufoy, palefaced, stands in the witnessbox, in accurate

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

[20767] witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I may...

[20771] think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that regard.

[20772] My literary agent Mr J. B. Pinker is in attendance. I presume, my

[20787] Wiped his arse in the Daily News.

[20790] BEAUFOY: You low cad! You ought to be ducked in the horsepond, you

[20793] mentioned in mixed society! The archconspirator of the age!

[20802] the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in her hand.)

[20807] character and was four months in my last place. I was in a situation,

[20816] BLOOM: (In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, heelless

[20820] There’s a medium in all things. Play cricket.

[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

[20840] GEORGE FOTTRELL: (Clerk of the crown and peace, resonantly.) Order in

[20844] long unintelligible speech. They would hear what counsel had to say in

[20847] retrieve the memory of the past in a purely sisterly way and return to

[20851] a new leaf and now, when at long last in sight of the whipping post,

[20852] to lead a homely life in the evening of his days, permeated by the

[20857] loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly

[20862] reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the

[20875] man. Get it out in bits.

[20878] Bloom himself. Bowel trouble. In Beaver street. Gripe, yes. Quite bad.

[20881] moment. He did not look in the bucket. Nobody. Rather a mess. Not

[20884] (Uproar and catcalls. Bloom in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash,

[20888] J. J. O’MOLLOY: (In barrister’s grey wig and stuffgown, speaking

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

[20896] being quite permitted in my client’s native place, the land of the

[20900] deal in especial with atavism. There have been cases of shipwreck and

[20901] somnambulism in my client’s family. If the accused could speak he

[20905] extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all there, in fact.

[20907] BLOOM: (Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in lascar’s vest and trousers,

[20908] apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole’s eyes and looks about

[20920] Hades, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this

[20928] the hidden hand is again at its old game. When in doubt persecute Bloom.

[20929] My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the world

[20935] at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be

[20938] BLOOM: A penny in the pound.

[20940] (The image of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in

[20942] in blue dungarees, stands up in the gallery, holding in each hand an

[20963] BLOOM: (In court dress.) Can give best references. Messrs Callan,

[20965] ex lord mayor of Dublin. I have moved in the charmed circle of the

[20970] MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength

[20972] brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair.) Arrest him, constable. He

[20973] wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was

[20974] in the North Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuit, signed James

[20976] as I sat in a box of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La

[20983] MRS BELLINGHAM: (In cap and seal coney mantle, wrapped up to the

[20989] of the wastepipe and the ballstop in my bath cistern were frozen.

[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

[21005] compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my

[21006] frostbound coachman Palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself

[21011] extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and

[21012] eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which,

[21014] his mission in life to urge me.) to defile the marriage bed, to commit

[21017] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (In amazon costume, hard hat,

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

[21031] implored me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to chastise

[21042] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Stamps her jingling spurs in a

[21065] for. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

[21080] pupped! To dare address me! I’ll flog him black and blue in the public

[21081] streets. I’ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown

[21082] cuckold. (She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air.) Take down

[21091] the cuckolds in Dublin.

[21093] (The very reverend Canon O’Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and

[21106] (A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the jurybox

[21119] THE JURORS: (All their heads lowered in assent.) Most of us thought as

[21125] SECOND WATCH: (Awed, whispers.) And in black. A mormon. Anarchist.

[21132] (His Honour, sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, in judicial

[21133] garb of grey stone rises from the bench, stonebearded. He bears in his

[21140] in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty’s pleasure and there

[21151] (H. Rumbold, master barber, in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner’s

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

[21165] Girl in the monkeyhouse. Zoo. Lewd chimpanzee. (Breathlessly.) Pelvic

[21167] the precincts. (He turns to a figure in the crowd, appealing.) Hynes,

[21187] PADDY DIGNAM: (In a hollow voice.) It is true. It was my funeral. Doctor

[21193] BLOOM: (In triumph.) You hear?

[21201] FIRST WATCH: It is not in the penny catechism.

[21207] PADDY DIGNAM: (Earnestly.) Once I was in the employ of Mr J. H. Menton,

[21216] chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in a surplice and bandanna nightcap,

[21240] robinredbreasted, in cap and breeches, jumps from his twocolumned

[21247] (He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the air and is engulfed in the

[21263] (Zoe Higgins, a young whore in a sapphire slip, closed with three bronze

[21274] her son in Oxford. Working overtime but her luck’s turned today.

[21279] ZOE: You both in black. Has little mousey any tickles tonight?

[21287] One in a million my tailor, Mesias, says.

[21289] ZOE: (In sudden alarm.) You’ve a hard chancre.

[21304] oriental music is played. He gazes in the tawny crystal of her eyes,

[21315] still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth

[21343] BLOOM: (In workman’s corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating

[21355] BLOOM: (In alderman’s gown and chain.) Electors of Arran Quay, Inns

[21358] That’s my programme. Cui bono? But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in

[21369] thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold chain and

[21371] They nod vigorously in agreement.)

[21373] LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral

[21375] speech be printed at the expense of the ratepayers. That the house in

[21383] they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they?

[21389] in their purblind pomp of pelf and power. But their reign is rover for

[21401] drum band is heard in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. The beaters

[21405] appears headed by John Howard Parnell, city marshal, in a chessboard

[21412] saints of finance in their plutocratic order of precedence, the bishop

[21433] of triumph Bloom appears, bareheaded, in a crimson velvet mantle trimmed

[21446] Was caught in the furze.

[21463] (Bloom’s weather. A sunburst appears in the northwest.)

[21471] BLOOM: (In dalmatic and purple mantle, to the bishop of Down and Connor,

[21474] WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (In purple stock and shovel hat.)

[21475] Will you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your

[21476] judgments in Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

[21487] on at the same time their twentyeight crowns. Joybells ring in Christ

[21504] (The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the Black

[21505] Maria. The princess Selene, in moonblue robes, a silver crescent on her

[21516] (The freedom of the city is presented to him embodied in a charter. The

[21543] in the Nova Hibernia of the future.

[21547] It is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the shape of a

[21548] huge pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms. In the course of its

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

[21552] boxes, all marked in red with the letters: L. B. Several paupers

[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

[21567] (A cannonshot. The man in the macintosh disappears. Bloom with his

[21572] Henry Clay cigars, free cowbones for soup, rubber preservatives in

[21574] billets doux in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, porringers of

[21575] toad in the hole, bottles of Jeyes’ Fluid, purchase stamps, 40 days’

[21584] in Space (astric), Songs that Reached Our Heart (melodic), Pennywise’s

[21596] Cakes in his pocket for Leo alone.

[21597] (Bloom, bending down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the stomach.)

[21604] Peep! Bopeep! (He wheels twins in a perambulator.) Ticktacktwo

[21611] U. p: up. U. p: up. (He whispers in the ear of a blushing waitress and

[21616] takes part in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.)

[21619] THE CITIZEN: (Choked with emotion, brushes aside a tear in his emerald

[21634] Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the year 1 of the Paradisiacal

[21646] bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five

[21660] Aq. dis. ter in die.

[21666] JOE HYNES: Why aren’t you in uniform?

[21669] Austrian despot in a dank prison where was yours?

[21680] me, sir Leo, when you were in number seven. I’m sending around a dozen

[21700] Free money, free rent, free love and a free lay church in a free lay

[21703] O’MADDEN BURKE: Free fox in a free henroost.

[21723] MRS RIORDAN: (Tears up her will.) I’m disappointed in you! You bad

[21740] BLOOM: What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar? The Rows of

[21747] THE VEILED SIBYL: (Enthusiastically.) I’m a Bloomite and I glory in

[21748] it. I believe in him in spite of all. I’d give my life for him, the

[21753] THEODORE PUREFOY: (In fishingcap and oilskin jacket.) He employs a

[21762] brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads in gasovens,

[21763] hanging themselves in stylish garters, leaping from windows of different

[21771] bronzed with infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse.

[21785] He is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin’s Barn. Slander, the

[21790] DR MULLIGAN: (In motor jerkin, green motorgoggles on his brow.) Dr Bloom

[21796] latent. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in

[21797] consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. In consequence of a

[21805] DR MADDEN: Hypsospadia is also marked. In the interest of coming

[21806] generations I suggest that the parts affected should be preserved in

[21807] spirits of wine in the national teratological museum.

[21817] fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense.

[21818] He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court

[21824] at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Another

[21826] in the name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been

[21837] MRS THORNTON: (In nursetender’s gown.) Embrace me tight, dear.

[21844] languages fluently and interested in various arts and sciences. Each

[21845] has his name printed in legible letters on his shirtfront: Nasodoro,

[21848] high public trust in several different countries as managing directors

[21868] foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back,

[21871] BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (In papal zouave’s uniform, steel cuirasses as

[21890] CRAB: (In bushranger’s kit.) What did you do in the cattlecreep behind

[21895] A HOLLYBUSH: And in the devil’s glen?

[21900] THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (In bodycoats, kneebreeches, with Donnybrook

[21903] (Bloom with asses’ ears seats himself in the pillory with crossed

[21906] Mission, joining hands, caper round in the opposite direction.)

[21916] See you in tea

[21918] HORNBLOWER: (In ephod and huntingcap, announces.) And he shall carry the

[21919] sins of the people to Azazel, the spirit which is in the wilderness, and

[21925] and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing long earlocks. They wag their

[21946] BROTHER BUZZ: (Invests Bloom in a yellow habit with embroidery of

[21956] BLOOM: (In a seamless garment marked I. H. S. stands upright amid

[21960] Erin, in black garments, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles

[21961] in their hands, kneel down and pray.)

[21982] ZOE: Talk away till you’re black in the face.

[21984] BLOOM: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the band, dusty brogues, an

[21985] emigrant’s red handkerchief bundle in his hand, leading a black bogoak

[21986] pig by a sugaun, with a smile in his eye.) Let me be going now, woman

[21987] of the house, for by all the goats in Connemara I’m after having the

[21988] father and mother of a bating. (With a tear in his eye.) All insanity.

[21995] ZOE: (Stiffly, her finger in her neckfillet.) Honest? Till the next

[22002] ZOE: (In sudden sulks.) I hate a rotter that’s insincere. Give a

[22032] BLOOM: (In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with a caul of dark hair,

[22045] eyes, the rustle of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek

[22048] THE MALE BRUTES: (Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their

[22068] open. A man in purple shirt and grey trousers, brownsocked, passes with

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

[22078] without body phantoms, all in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy. The walls

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

[22082] beats time slowly. Kitty Ricketts, a bony pallid whore in navy costume,

[22083] doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet, a chain purse in

[22085] glancing at herself in the gilt mirror over the mantelpiece. A tag

[22104] (The wand in Lynch’s hand flashes: a brass poker. Stephen stands at

[22107] feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry,

[22108] lolls spreadeagle in the sofacorner, her limp forearm pendent over the

[22156] having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Wait a

[22157] moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow’s noise in the street. Self

[22172] ZOE: (Explodes in laughter.) Great unjust God!

[22174] FLORRY: (Offended.) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. O, my

[22181] serpent in the royal canal. Safe arrival of Antichrist.

[22192] the slack of its breeches. A hobgoblin in the image of Punch Costello,

[22194] and Ally Sloper nose, tumbles in somersaults through the gathering

[22225] of the World, a twoheaded octopus in gillie’s kilts, busby and tartan

[22226] filibegs, whirls through the murk, head over heels, in the form of the

[22233] harsh as a corncrake’s, jars on high. Perspiring in a loose lawn

[22237] ELIJAH: No yapping, if you please, in this booth. Jake Crane, Creole

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

[22251] stuff ever was. It’s the whole pie with jam in. It’s just the cutest

[22257] stamps. (He shouts.) Now then our glory song. All join heartily in the

[22265] ELIJAH: (In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the face, shouts at the top

[22268] believe strong in you, Mr President. I certainly am thinking now Miss

[22275] KITTY-KATE: I forgot myself. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did

[22276] on Constitution hill. I was confirmed by the bishop and enrolled in the

[22282] FLORRY-TERESA: It was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of

[22286] STEPHEN: In the beginning was the word, in the end the world without

[22290] Mulligan and Lynch in white surgical students’ gowns, four abreast,

[22291] goosestepping, tramp fast past in noisy marching.)

[22296] LYSTER: (In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, says

[22300] (He corantos by. Best enters in hairdresser’s attire, shinily

[22301] laundered, his locks in curlpapers. He leads John Eglinton who wears a

[22315] (In the cone of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave,

[22327] (He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand. On its

[22343] ZOE: (Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the

[22355] (Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom,

[22359] spittle and, gazing in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows. Lipoti Virag,

[22363] of parchment. In his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle

[22368] (He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Promiscuous nakedness is much in

[22378] gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I

[22379] should opine. Backbone in front, so to say. Correct me but I always

[22381] lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. In a

[22394] BLOOM: (An elbow resting in a hand, a forefinger against his cheek.) She

[22404] bumps! The ugly duckling of the party, longcasted and deep in keel.

[22414] coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. Obviously mammal in

[22415] weight of bosom you remark that she has in front well to the fore two

[22416] protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the

[22424] suits your book, eh? Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after. Wallow in

[22430] Argumentum ad feminam, as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in

[22457] women in male habiliments? (With a dry snigger.) You intended to devote

[22472] VIRAG: (Prompts in a pig’s whisper.) Insects of the day spend their

[22473] brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the smell of the

[22475] in dorsal region. Pretty Poll! (His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally.)

[22476] They had a proverb in the Carpathians in or about the year five thousand

[22493] VIRAG: (His face impassive, laughs in a rich feminine key.) Splendid!

[22494] Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. (He gobbles

[22501] mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility

[22503] with cackling raillery.) Jocular. With my eyeglass in my ocular. (He

[22511] those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis.

[22513] VIRAG: (His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly

[22514] closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) That the cows with their those

[22518] Spontaneously to seek out the saurian’s lair in order to entrust their

[22520] the world. In life. In death.

[22534] Ever flying in the spring

[22553] HENRY: (In a low dulcet voice, touching the strings of his guitar.)

[22561] Expect this is the. Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old

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

[22607] outofitnow. Keep in condition. Do like us.

[22644] his eye agonising in his flat skullneck and yelps over the mute world.)

[22647] KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got

[22648] from Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn’t

[22649] swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the mattress and we

[22674] her tympanum. (With gibbering baboon’s cries he jerks his hips in the

[22681] BEN DOLLARD: (Nakkering castanet bones in his huge padded paws, yodels

[22682] jovially in base barreltone.) When love absorbs my ardent soul.

[22691] BEN DOLLARD: (Smites his thigh in abundant laughter.) Hold him now.

[22703] to the door, his wild harp slung behind him. Virag reaches the door in

[22711] (Virag unscrews his head in a trice and holds it under his arm.)

[22720] agony in the closet.

[22733] appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks. Seven

[22734] dwarf simian acolytes, also in red, cardinal sins, uphold his train,

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

[22737] neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his breast in a corkscrew cross.

[22744] He lies in the lowest dungeon

[22779] ZOE: The devil is in that door.

[22789] BLOOM: (Hearing a male voice in talk with the whores on the doorstep,

[22797] mouth, his head cocked. She whirls the prize in left circle. His head

[22798] follows. She whirls it back in right circle. He eyes her.) Catch!

[22807] BLOOM: (In Svengali’s fur overcoat, with folded arms and Napoleonic

[22808] forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance

[22815] Bloom’s features relax. He places a hand in his waistcoat, posing

[22832] is dressed in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the hem with

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

[22865] BLOOM: (Wincing.) Powerful being. In my eyes read that slumber which

[22876] a twinge of sciatica in my left glutear muscle. It runs in our family.

[22878] in animal heat. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Near the

[22884] value in Dub. Fit for a prince’s. Liver and kidney.

[22901] Kellett’s. Experienced hand. Every knot says a lot. Let me. In

[22907] draws out and in her laces.)

[22909] BLOOM: (Murmurs lovingly.) To be a shoefitter in Manfield’s was my

[22914] toe, as worn in Paris.

[22923] dance. Bad luck. Hook in wrong tache of her... person you mentioned.

[22927] his head. Her heavy face, her eyes strike him in midbrow. His eyes grow

[22932] BELLO: (With a hard basilisk stare, in a baritone voice.) Hound of

[22949] BLOOM: (Her eyes upturned in the sign of admiration, closing, yaps.)

[22954] tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground in the attitude of most

[22958] shaven mouth, in mountaineer’s puttees, green silverbuttoned coat,

[22960] deep in his breeches pockets, places his heel on her neck and grinds it

[22961] in.) Footstool! Feel my entire weight. Bow, bondslave, before the

[22962] throne of your despot’s glorious heels so glistening in their proud

[22967] BELLO: (Laughs loudly.) Holy smoke! You little know what’s in store

[22968] for you. I’m the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in!

[22970] son. Cheek me, I dare you. If you do tremble in anticipation of heel

[22971] discipline to be inflicted in gym costume.

[22996] Nubian slave of old. You’re in for it this time! I’ll make you

[23003] skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling

[23012] BLOOM: (Screams.) O, it’s hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches

[23029] (The brothel cook, Mrs Keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a greasy bib,

[23031] stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the

[23050] horseman’s knees, calls in a hard voice.) Gee up! A cockhorse to

[23053] Ho! Off we pop! I’ll nurse you in proper fashion. (He horserides

[23054] cockhorse, leaping in the, in the saddle.) The lady goes a pace a pace

[23066] BELLO: Well, I’m not. Wait. (He holds in his breath.) Curse it. Here.

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

[23087] plumper than when at large, will be restrained in nettight frocks,

[23091] a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly

[23096] a small prank, in Holles street. When we were hard up I washed them to

[23100] coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your

[23101] unskirted thighs and hegoat’s udders in various poses of surrender,

[23110] lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be

[23119] be a true corsetlover when I was female impersonator in the High School

[23131] BELLO: (Sternly.) No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the corner

[23137] THE SINS OF THE PAST: (In a medley of voices.) He went through a form of

[23138] clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black

[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

[23142] a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary

[23143] outhouse attached to empty premises. In five public conveniences

[23147] what and how much he could see? Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar,

[23152] obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be

[23168] BLOOM: (Docile, gurgles.) I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant...

[23185] BELLO: You will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in

[23196] the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. First I’ll

[23198] Marsh (I was in bed with him just now and another gentleman out of the

[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

[23222] sire’s milk record was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty

[23227] A DARKVISAGED MAN: (In disguised accent.) Hoondert punt sterlink.

[23241] forefinger in mouth.) O, I know what you’re hinting at now!

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

[23260] months, my lad! Holy ginger, it’s kicking and coughing up and down in

[23262] spits in contempt.) Spittoon!

[23273] since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years.

[23280] BLOOM: (In tattered mocassins with a rusty fowlingpiece, tiptoeing,

[23290] in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the arms of her lover and

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

[23306] you bought at Wren’s auction. In their horseplay with Moll the romp

[23307] to find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue

[23308] you carried home in the rain for art for art’s sake. They will violate

[23310] of astronomy to make them pipespills. And they will spit in your ten

[23322] secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Your epitaph is written. You

[23332] bury you in our shrubbery jakes where you’ll be dead and dirty with

[23334] and sodomite with a crick in his neck, and my other ten or eleven

[23335] husbands, whatever the buggers’ names were, suffocated in the one

[23336] cesspool. (He explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh.) We’ll manure you, Mr

[23348] circumcised, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the wailing wall. M.

[23351] Abramovitz, Chazen. With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the

[23354] THE CIRCUMCISED: (In dark guttural chant as they cast dead sea fruit

[23363] hair unbound, lightly clad in teabrown artcolours, descends from her

[23374] THE NYMPH: Mortal! You found me in evil company, highkickers, coster

[23375] picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in

[23377] act, the hit of the century. I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt

[23389] developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo.

[23393] THE NYMPH: I do. You bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me

[23394] above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in

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

[23418] THE NYMPH: (Covers her face with her hands.) What have I not seen in

[23431] (The sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade.)

[23441] JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (In the background, in Irish National Forester’s

[23448] BLOOM: (Scared.) High School of Poula? Mnemo? Not in full possession of

[23453] BLOOM: (Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in nondescript

[23456] badge.) I was in my teens, a growing boy. A little then sufficed,

[23464] (Halcyon days, high school boys in blue and white football jerseys and

[23466] Goldberg, Master Jack Meredith, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in a clearing

[23473] Let’s ring all the bells in Montague street. (He cheers feebly.)

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

[23483] THE NYMPH: (Coyly, through parting fingers.) There? In the open air?

[23494] the forest. The flowers that bloom in the spring. It was pairing

[23521] rolled in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the Lion’s Head cliff into

[23526] (Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the Erin’s King

[23530] COUNCILLOR NANNETTI: (Alone on deck, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced,

[23531] his hand in his waistcoat opening, declaims.) When my country takes her

[23539] electric light. (She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing

[23540] her forefinger in her mouth.) Spoke to me. Heard from behind. How then

[23548] THE NYMPH: In my presence. The powderpuff. (She blushes and makes a

[23555] (Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the treestems,

[23558] THE VOICE OF KITTY: (In the thicket.) Show us one of them cushions.

[23564] THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (In the thicket.) Whew! Piping hot!

[23568] THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war

[23583] THE NYMPH: (Eyeless, in nun’s white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple,

[23608] THE NYMPH: (Her features hardening, gropes in the folds of her habit.)

[23611] pure woman. (She clutches again in her robe.) Wait. Satan, you’ll sing

[23613] clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his

[23639] in the tooth and superfluous hair. A raw onion the last thing at night

[23645] BELLA: (Contemptuously.) You’re not game, in fact. (Her sowcunt

[23690] (She goes to the pianola. Stephen fumbles in his pocket and, taking out

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

[23710] himself in monosyllables. Zoe bends over the table. Kitty leans over

[1268] The bells in heaven

[23760] again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins. An object falls.)

[23810] throws it in the grate.)

[23818] bloodoath in the Dusk of the Gods.)

[23832] it in your face. The eye, like that. (She frowns with lowered head.)

[23837] the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolan springs up.)

[23840] schemer. See it in your eye.

[23880] (Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle, rises,

[23898] idly on the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.)

[23918] sideways, a red flower in his mouth. Lenehan in yachtsman’s cap and

[23940] BLOOM: (In flunkey’s prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings

[23945] in. I have a little private business with your wife, you understand?

[23947] BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is in her bath, sir.

[23950] out of the water.) Raoul darling, come and dry me. I’m in my pelt.

[23953] BOYLAN: (A merry twinkle in his eye.) Topping!

[23986] the room doing it! Ride a cockhorse. You could hear them in Paris and

[23991] BOYLAN’S VOICE: (Sweetly, hoarsely, in the pit of his stomach.) Ah!

[24004] (Stephen and Bloom gaze in the mirror. The face of William Shakespeare,

[24005] beardless, appears there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the

[24006] reflection of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall.)

[24008] SHAKESPEARE: (In dignified ventriloquy.) ’Tis the loud laugh bespeaks

[24021] deathtalk, tears and Tunney’s tawny sherry, hurries by in her weeds,

[24039] aside. Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and

[24075] Perfectly shocking terrific of religion’s things mockery seen in

[24092] lesbic the kiss five ten times. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every

[24094] awfully bestial butcher’s boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on

[24116] STEPHEN: (Extends his arms.) It was here. Street of harlots. In

[24130] (Simon Dedalus’ voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy but ready.)

[24136] Keep our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed.

[24150] thimbleriggers, broadsmen. Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high

[24169] in their, in their saddles. Last in a drizzle of rain on a brokenwinded

[24179] postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the

[24191] windows, singing in discord.)

[24193] STEPHEN: Hark! Our friend noise in the street.

[24210] foot in tripudium.)

[24214] (She drops two pennies in the slot. Gold, pink and violet lights

[24215] start forth. The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz. Professor

[24216] Goodwin, in a bowknotted periwig, in court dress, wearing a stained

[24217] inverness cape, bent in two from incredible age, totters across the

[24225] (The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My

[24233] skates in. He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a gorget

[24235] kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. In

[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

[24247] sinks, his live cape falling about the stool. The air in firmer waltz

[24256] in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands. Nimbly they dance,

[24257] twirling their skipping ropes. The hours of noon follow in amber gold.

[24258] Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun in mocking

[24264] (The morning and noon hours waltz in their places, turning, advancing to

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

[24283] gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land breeze.)

[24308] each with arching arms in a mosaic of movements. Stephen and Florry turn

[24340] in middle highkicks with skykicking mouth shut hand clasp part under

[24359] piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat

[24361] Baraabum! On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin steel

[24365] Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes. Then in last switchback lumbering

[24375] (Stephen’s mother, emaciated, rises stark through the floor, in leper

[24386] (From the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in particoloured jester’s

[24388] gaping at her, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand.)

[24405] wetted ashes.) All must go through it, Stephen. More women than men in

[24419] strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the

[24424] THE MOTHER: I pray for you in my other world. Get Dilly to make you that

[24426] you, O, my son, my firstborn, when you lay in my womb.

[24443] claws in Stephen’s heart.)

[24462] THE MOTHER: (In the agony of her deathrattle.) Have mercy on Stephen,

[24469] Time’s livid final flame leaps and, in the following darkness, ruin of

[24489] THE WHORES: (Jammed in the doorway, pointing.) Down there.

[24531] BLOOM: (Urgently.) And if it were your own son in Oxford? (Warningly.) I

[24536] ZOE: (In the doorway.) There’s a row on.

[24544] off. From the left arrives a jingling hackney car. It slows to in front

[24554] torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. The ashplant marks his stride. A

[24556] in tallyho cap and an old pair of grey trousers, follows from far,

[24562] in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C, 66 C, night watch, John Henry

[24600] STEPHEN: Addressed her in vocative feminine. Probably neuter.

[24603] VOICES: No, he didn’t. I seen him. The girl there. He was in Mrs

[24606] CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to

[24623] LORD TENNYSON: (Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket

[24629] quite right. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in

[24634] STEPHEN: (Amiably.) Why not? The bold soldier boy. In my opinion every

[24638] governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?

[24667] brow.) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.

[24683] (Edward the Seventh appears in an archway. He wears a white jersey on

[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

[24699] in acknowledgment.)

[24711] EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Levitates over heaps of slain, in the garb and with

[24712] the halo of Joking Jesus, a white jujube in his phosphorescent face.)

[24715] To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.

[24719] PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Stick one

[24735] (Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o’-day

[24744] DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (In medieval hauberk, two

[24771] THE CROPPY BOY: (The ropenoose round his neck, gripes in his issuing

[24779] dismembered the wife of a compatriot and hid remains in a sheet in the

[24820] (The women’s heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears

[24828] of Spain’s daughter, alanna. Strangers in my house, bad manners to

[24850] PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He’s a proboer.

[24854] BLOOM: (To the redcoats.) We fought for you in South Africa, Irish

[24861] (Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted

[24862] spearpoints. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in

[24870] PRIVATE CARR: I’ll do him in.

[24918] from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white sheepskin overcoats and black

[24920] yawn. Tom Rochford, winner, in athlete’s singlet and breeches, arrives

[24922] He is followed by a race of runners and leapers. In wild attitudes they

[24925] skirts above their heads to protect themselves. Laughing witches in red

[24928] furrows. They exchange in amity the pass of knights of the red cross and

[24939] swollen belly. Father Malachi O’Flynn in a lace petticoat and reversed

[24941] Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard,

[24971] (In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green factions

[24974] PRIVATE CARR: (With ferocious articulation.) I’ll do him in, so help

[24981] him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be

[24999] insulted me but I forgive him. (Shouting in his ear.) I forgive him for

[25006] (He rushes towards Stephen, fist outstretched, and strikes him in the

[25011] MAJOR TWEEDY: (Loudly.) Carbine in bucket! Cease fire! Salute!

[25032] Here’s the cops! (Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group.)

[25052] SECOND WATCH: I don’t want your instructions in the discharge of my

[25056] Bennett’ll shove you in the lockup.

[25068] (Corny Kelleher, weepers round his hat, a death wreath in his hand,

[25103] BLOOM: (Shakes hands with both of the watch in turn.) Thank you very

[25112] FIRST WATCH: It was only in case of corporal injuries I’d have to

[25128] standing fizz in Jammet’s. Like princes, faith. One of them lost two

[25134] CORNY KELLEHER: (Laughs.) Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots.

[25137] in the house, what, eh, do you follow me? Hah, hah, hah!

[25149] left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen’s and I told him to pull up and

[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.

[25156] at the horse. Bloom, in gloom, looms down.)

[25165] I’ll shove along. (He laughs.) I’ve a rendezvous in the morning.

[25170] BLOOM: Good night. I’ll just wait and take him along in a few...

[25181] sideseat sways his head to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom’s plight.

[25182] The jarvey joins in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the

[25183] farther seat. Bloom shakes his head in mute mirthful reply. With thumb

[25191] in his hand Stephen’s hat, festooned with shavings, and ashplant,

[25216] holding the hat and ashplant, stands erect. A dog barks in the distance.

[25221] In the shady wood. The deep white breast. Ferguson, I think I caught.

[25224] art or arts... (He murmurs.)... in the rough sands of the sea... a

[25229] in the attitude of secret master. Against the dark wall a figure appears

[25230] slowly, a fairy boy of eleven, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an

[25232] in his hand. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing the

[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

[25262] Bloom in view of the hour it was and there being no pump of Vartry water

[25266] where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a milk and

[25271] rather pale in the face so that it occurred to him as highly advisable

[25272] to get a conveyance of some description which would answer in their

[25275] few such preliminaries as brushing, in spite of his having forgotten

[25277] service in the shaving line, they both walked together along Beaver

[25292] Signal House which they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the

[25309] Dock Tavern and in due course turned into Store street, famous for its

[25312] associated with Baird’s the stonecutter’s in his mind somehow in

[25322] yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom who at all events was in complete

[25323] possession of his faculties, never more so, in fact disgustingly sober,

[25325] and swell mobsmen, which, barely permissible once in a while though not

[25332] blissfully unconscious but for that man in the gap turning up at the

[25335] an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias or, he being the

[25339] were admittedly unscrupulous in the service of the Crown and, as Mr

[25340] Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the A division in Clanbrassil

[25342] the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city, Pembroke road for

[25343] example, the guardians of the law were well in evidence, the obvious

[25353] glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking

[25355] a staunch believer in) still never beyond a certain point where he

[25367] of coke burning in front of a sentrybox or something like one attracted

[25374] that he recognised in the sentry a quondam friend of his father’s,

[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

[25392] peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their head in some

[25395] marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell

[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

[25408] the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably

[25411] the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen. This therefore

[25422] to do. No, it was the daughter of the mother in the washkitchen that

[25424] through the mother in some way, both occurrences happening at the same

[25426] finish. Anyhow he was all in.

[25431] —There’ll be a job tomorrow or next day, Stephen told him, in a

[25435] —Ah, God, Corley replied, sure I couldn’t teach in a school, man.

[25437] stuck twice in the junior at the christian brothers.

[25442] do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody

[25443] tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Mrs

[25445] M’Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head

[25446] over in Winetavern street (which was distantly suggestive to the person

[25451] still Stephen’s feelings got the better of him in a sense though he

[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

[25463] the result was in the negative for, to his chagrin, he found his cash

[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

[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,

[25476] And so in point of fact they turned out to be. Stephen anyhow lent him

[25480] one time. Who’s that with you? I saw him a few times in the Bleeding

[25481] Horse in Camden street with Boylan, the billsticker. You might put in a

[25483] only the girl in the office told me they’re full up for the next three

[25488] Subsequently being not quite so down in the mouth after the two and six

[25491] bookkeeper there that used to be often round in Nagle’s back with

[25496] Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the

[25497] cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation

[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

[25509] neighbour all round, in every deep, so to put it, a deeper depth and for

[25510] the matter of that if the man in the street chanced to be in the dock

[25512] a very rara avis altogether. In any case he had a consummate amount of

[25524] At this intelligence, in which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr

[25525] Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a half a second or so in the

[25526] direction of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana,

[25540] to his deeds. But, talking about things in general, where, added he with

[25542] question. And even supposing you did you won’t get in after what

[25544] don’t mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but

[25550] diplomatically returned, today in fact, or to be strictly accurate, on

[25551] yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of

[25554] —I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly.

[25557] —A gifted man, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in more respects

[25564] station belonged to them to give Stephen the slip in the confusion,

[25568] was, Stephen’s mind’s eye being too busily engaged in repicturing

[25571] shell cocoa that was in the sootcoated kettle to be done so that she

[25576] in accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain

[25581] trust in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous

[25582] element, Dr Mulligan, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were in

[25583] your shoes. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all

[25587] was put in your drink for some ulterior object.

[25591] coming to the fore in his line and, if the report was verified, bade

[25592] fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future as

[25594] in addition to which professional status his rescue of that man from

[25607] of features did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact on the

[25613] possessed, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.

[25616] round which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were

[25617] getting rid of voluble expressions in their vivacious language in a

[25638] facts which quite possibly there was not one vestige of truth in. A few

[25639] moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner

[25642] already there engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation

[25646] to break the ice, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in the

[25656] just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute, though, to be

[25657] sure, rather in a quandary over voglio, remarked to his protégé in an

[25658] audible tone of voice à propos of the battle royal in the street which

[25662] write your poetry in that language? Bella Poetria! It is so melodious

[25675] The keeper of the shelter in the middle of this tête-à-tête put a

[25686] Doyle. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What’s in a name?

[25692] Stephen, whom he had singled out for attention in particular, squarely

[25697] Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion’s boot but

[25714] —He’s Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the

[25760] in Stockholm.

[25781] poor John Casey and a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way.

[25785] his better half, wrecked in his affections. You little expected me

[25787] grasswidow, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rocked in the

[25789] might be, the publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves, eating

[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

[25821] circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea.

[25822] I was in China and North America and South America. We was chased by

[25823] pirates one voyage. I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm

[25828] —You seen queer sights, don’t be talking, put in a jarvey.

[25837] —Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and

[25842] be in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the table. The

[25846] women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning,

[25870] Though not an implicit believer in the lurid story narrated (or the

[25872] Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which

[25878] suspicions of our friend’s bona fides nevertheless it reminded him in

[25890] The trip would benefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in

[25893] Falmouth, Southampton and so on culminating in an instructive tour of

[25909] success, providing puffs in the local papers could be managed by some

[25914] to be opened up in the line of opening up new routes to keep pace with

[25916] was once more on the tapis in the circumlocution departments with the

[25923] small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the street, when the

[25925] pounds was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead

[25926] of being always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me

[25929] of city life in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her

[25931] There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the home

[25933] of attractions as well as a bracing tonic for the system in and around

[25935] a steamtram, but also farther away from the madding crowd in Wicklow,

[25937] wheelmen so long as it didn’t come down, and in the wilds of Donegal

[25944] with all sorts and conditions of men especially in the spring when young

[25949] in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodation left much to be

[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,

[25964] —And I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Knife in his

[25967] Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in

[25968] keeping with his character and held it in the striking position.

[25970] —In a knockingshop it was count of a tryon between two smugglers.

[25981] snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in

[25985] in the dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought

[25989] At this remark passed obviously in the spirit of where ignorance

[25990] is bliss Mr B. and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both

[25991] instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a religious silence of the

[25995] perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression

[25998] There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. One man was reading in fits and

[26001] as he was personally concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He

[26003] as yesterday, roughly some score of years previously in the days of the

[26005] speaking, early in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when he was

[26008] —Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.

[26014] The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way that might be read as yes, ay or

[26018] he had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences

[26027] —I’m tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and

[26045] the business, the eloquent fact remained that the sea was there in all

[26046] its glory and in the natural course of things somebody or other had to

[26047] sail on it and fly in the face of providence though it merely went to

[26057] sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not forgetting the

[26062] —There was a fellow sailed with me in the Rover, the old seadog,

[26067] Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper’s in

[26072] from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course and in a seedy

[26080] be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an

[26083] —There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater, he remarked, sure as nuts.

[26093] becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Fellow, the

[26098] That worthy, however, was busily engaged in collecting round the.

[26099] Someway in his. Squeezing or.

[26105] And in point of fact the young man named Antonio’s livid face did

[26123] time with some sort of a half smile for a brief duration only in the

[26141] lane who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.)

[26144] admit he had washed his wife’s undergarments when soiled in Holles

[26160] disease can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober

[26161] senses, if he values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of

[26168] —In this country people sell much more than she ever had and do a

[26183] believe in the soul. Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpower as

[26185] cup. I believe in that myself because it has been explained by competent

[26199] Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the

[26205] grant you, to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in

[26211] colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God.

[26214] of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial

[26218] were both in schooling and everything else with the marked difference in

[26223] That’s a matter for everyman’s opinion and, without dragging in the

[26224] sectarian side of the business, I beg to differ with you in toto there.

[26226] forgeries all of them put in by monks most probably or it’s the big

[26241] nay did a world of good, shelters such as the present one they were in

[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

[26264] solid food, his one and only reason being not gormandising in the least

[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

[26293] there was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail

[26298] and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say

[26301] expiated his crimes in the melodramatic manner above described. On the

[26312] Giants, though that is rather a far cry, you see once in a way, Marcella

[26313] the midget queen. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw

[26324] management in the Flying Dutchman, a stupendous success, and his host

[26325] of admirers came in large numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear him

[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

[26330] was none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the fish

[26331] way not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth over in little

[26341] carry in the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally.

[26343] actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in

[26347] poetry in Italian.

[26356] triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san

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

[26360] the blood of the sun. Coincidence I just happened to be in the Kildare

[26364] of women here. An exception here and there. Handsome yes, pretty in a

[26366] they have so little taste in dress, most of them, which greatly enhances

[26372] others got on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a fog,

[26375] weathered a monsoon, a kind of wind, in the China seas and through all

[26385] running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in commotion

[26388] opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all hands on

[26390] collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it appears, in her

[26401] due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who

[26408] counterattraction in the shape of a female who however had disappeared

[26419] new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. Slightly disturbed in his

[26422] in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the

[26423] parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all human

[26425] and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in to the arms

[26426] of Morpheus, a truly amazing piece of hard lines in its most virulent

[26428] home comforts all his life who came in for a cool £ 100 a year at one

[26433] when he might quite easily be in a large way of business if—a big if,

[26436] All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping,

[26446] rock in Galway bay when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a Mr

[26455] growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of chanty or other

[26456] in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom’s sharp ears heard him then expectorate

[26458] time being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs

[26459] and found it a bit sour after the liquid fire in question. Anyhow in

[26471] grind, was airing his grievances in a forcible-feeble philippic anent

[26473] described in his lengthy dissertation as the richest country bar none on

[26475] in large quantities, six million pounds worth of pork exported every

[26478] the nose always and gobbling up the best meat in the market and a lot

[26479] more surplus steam in the same vein. Their conversation accordingly

[26481] any mortal thing in Irish soil, he stated, and there was that colonel

[26482] Everard down there in Navan growing tobacco. Where would you find

[26485] conversation, was in store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf

[26487] in history. The Germans and the Japs were going to have their little

[26493] on his boot. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the land of your

[26501] bit peeved in response to the foregoing truism.

[26506] —Who’s the best troops in the army? the grizzled old veteran irately

[26521] as they didn’t indulge in recriminations and come to blows.

[26529] the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a hundred million years

[26534] advisable in the interim to try to make the most of both countries even

[26536] whores and chummies, to put it in common parlance, reminded him Irish

[26537] soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, more so, in

[26547] anything to do with them as a golden rule in private life and their

[26552] such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in any

[26565] the ambush which, in point of fact, was the plea some legal luminary

[26566] saved his skin on. In any case that was very ancient history by now and

[26573] that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some £. s. d. in the course of his

[26574] perambulations round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of the Old

[26581] in a heated fashion offensively. So I without deviating from plain facts

[26582] in the least told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too and all his

[26583] family like me though in reality I’m not. That was one for him. A

[26589] glean in a kind of a way that it wasn’t all exactly.

[26591] —Ex quibus, Stephen mumbled in a noncommittal accent, their two or

[26601] I resent violence and intolerance in any shape or form. It never

[26605] in the next house so to speak.

[26617] All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up

[26624] probably… and spoke nearer to, so as the others… in case they…

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

[26627] of ruining. Not a vestige of truth in it, I can safely say. History,

[26630] Cromwell, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to

[26633] indulge in any because you know the standard works on the subject and

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

[26635] domain the priest spells poverty. Spain again, you saw in the war,

[26636] compared with goahead America. Turks. It’s in the dogma. Because

[26642] creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in

[26643] no niggard fashion either, something in the neighbourhood of £ 300 per

[26647] patria, as we learned a smattering of in our classical days in Alma

[26651] synopsis of things in general, Stephen stared at nothing in particular.

[26653] crabs about Ringsend in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours

[26664] —I mean, of course, the other hastened to affirm, work in the widest

[26670] as much right to live by your pen in pursuit of your philosophy as the

[26693] down but in a quandary, as he couldn’t tell exactly what construction

[26696] his recent orgy spoke then with some asperity in a curious bitter way

[26704] instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the

[26709] to everybody all round he was in the habit of ostentatiously sporting

[26710] in public a suit of brown paper (a fact). And then the usual dénouement

[26715] names of those subpœnaed being handed in but not divulged for reasons

[26719] all the go in the seventies or thereabouts even in the house of lords

[26720] because early in life the occupant of the throne, then heir apparent,

[26722] following in the footsteps of the head of the state, he reflected about

[26724] such as the Cornwall case a number of years before under their veneer in

[26733] mind the pin, whereas savages in the cannibal islands, say, at ninety

[26734] degrees in the shade not caring a continental. However, reverting to the

[26742] bad having in fact let himself in for it. Still to cultivate the

[26749] world we live in especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz.

[26753] down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of the common

[26755] column. My Experiences, let us say, in a Cabman’s Shelter.

[26766] Tokio. Lovemaking in Irish, £ 200 damages. Gordon Bennett. Emigration

[26777] —This morning (Hynes put it in of course) the remains of the late Mr

[26779] Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman was a

[26780] most popular and genial personality in city life and his demise after a

[26786] (brother-in-law), Jno. Henry Menton, solr, Martin Cunningham, John

[26796] his companion B. A. engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness,

[26800] jaw would let him, in? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it.

[26808] nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fits

[26810] his side. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. For

[26819] the verdict cleverly by a length. 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie. Also

[26821] after not in yet but expected any minute) Maximum II. Different ways of

[26823] ran off at a tangent in his impetuosity to get left. Of course gambling

[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

[26845] memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a case of tarbarrels and

[26846] not singly but in their thousands and then complete oblivion because it

[26848] of truth in the stones and, even supposing, he thought a return highly

[26849] inadvisable, all things considered. Something evidently riled them in

[26864] or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his stockinged feet, whereas

[26870] back. That haunting sense kind of drew you. To show the understudy in

[26872] they broke up the type in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland,

[26873] a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact, handed him his

[26876] misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip: what’s bred in the

[26880] one, you came up against the man in possession and had to produce your

[26881] credentials like the claimant in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles

[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

[26888] prudent course, as Bloom said to the not over effusive, in fact like the

[26893] commented. She put the first nail in his coffin.

[26897] thighs. I seen her picture in a barber’s. The husband was a captain or

[26904] faintest suspicion of a smile, merely gazed in the direction of the door

[26918] out in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed

[26919] court literally electrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses

[26920] swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a particular date in

[26922] of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the same

[26926] nothing in common between them beyond the name, and then a real man

[26929] in the loved one’s smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial,

[26931] be another chap in the case, exist between married folk? Poser.

[26936] usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain kind of an individual in

[26938] doubtless (the fallen leader, that is, not the other) in his own

[26943] service in the rural parts of the country by taking up the cudgels on

[26944] their behalf in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations,

[26946] of fire on his head much in the same way as the fabled ass’s kick.

[26947] Looking back now in a retrospective kind of arrangement all seemed a

[26951] locality he had not been in for quite a number of years looked different

[26972] Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket Sweets of, which reminded him

[26981] sized lady with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she

[26982] was in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously

[26985] near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano on the rest of which was In Old

[26986] Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her

[26993] indicated. Taken a few years since. In or about ninety six. Very like

[27000] barely sweet sixteen. As for the face it was a speaking likeness in

[27001] expression but it did not do justice to her figure which came in for a

[27003] in that getup. She could without difficulty, he said, have posed for the

[27005] a bit of an artist in his spare time, on the female form in general

[27008] in the National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back,

[27011] photo could because it simply wasn’t art in a word.

[27015] speak for itself on the plea he so that the other could drink in the

[27016] beauty for himself, her stage presence being, frankly, a treat in itself

[27026] In fact the slight soiling was only an added charm like the case of

[27027] linen slightly soiled, good as new, much better in fact with the starch

[27031] Ruby with met him pike hoses (sic) in it which must have fell down

[27037] the bunch though you wouldn’t think he had it in him yet you would.

[27045] up between the two so that their names were coupled in the public

[27046] eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and

[27049] relations, when the thing ran its normal course, became in due course

[27052] for that the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in one

[27054] the matter was put in the hands of a solicitor who filed a petition for

[27055] the party wronged in due course. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being

[27056] close to Erin’s uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred on

[27058] his guns to the last drop even when clothed in the mantle of adultery,

[27071] As those were particularly hot times in the general hullaballoo Bloom

[27072] sustained a minor injury from a nasty prod of some chap’s elbow in the

[27076] history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after

[27080] a gentleman born with a stake in the country he, as a matter of fact,

[27082] else, what’s bred in the bone instilled into him in infancy at his

[27083] mother’s knee in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at

[27085] aplomb, saying: Thank you, sir, though in a very different tone of voice

[27087] to rights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself

[27089] left him alone in his glory after the grim task of having committed his

[27095] wherefore, and in reality not knowing their own minds, it being a case

[27099] moment in a loving position locked in one another’s arms, drawing

[27104] the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her eyes though

[27105] possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time as quite

[27108] either that man or men in the plural were always hanging around on the

[27109] waiting list about a lady, even supposing she was the best wife in the

[27112] and was on for a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their

[27122] his lifetime. In the nature of single blessedness he would one day take

[27123] unto himself a wife when Miss Right came on the scene but in the interim

[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

[27128] would find much satisfaction basking in the boy and girl courtship idea

[27151] Though they didn’t see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy

[27153] in the one train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics

[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

[27159] in people’s mind though, it goes without saying, not contributing a

[27161] wouldn’t exactly hold water, he at the outset in principle at all

[27162] events was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the

[27165] with going a step farther than Michael Davitt in the striking views he

[27167] strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion by

[27168] our friend at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan’s so that

[27171] him (metaphorically) one in the gizzard though, so far as politics

[27175] fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the fittest, in a word.

[27186] or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to which of

[27194] personal pleasure if he would allow him to help to put coin in his

[27198] two and overcoat doubled into a pillow at least he would be in safe

[27200] vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no rumpus of any

[27202] the grasswidower in question who appeared to be glued to the spot,

[27203] didn’t appear in any particular hurry to wend his way home to his

[27212] himself for as to who he in reality was let x equal my right name and

[27219] in the county Sligo.

[27224] in the vicinity. You can’t drink that stuff. Do you like cocoa? Wait.

[27236] up to date billing, concert tours in English watering resorts packed

[27237] with hydros and seaside theatres, turning money away, duets in Italian

[27243] well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversation in the direction of

[27248] dinner in London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this

[27249] thrilling announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared

[27255] put in, manifesting some natural impatience.

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

[27266] a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen

[27268] Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark,

[27288] grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in

[27291] in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and honestly well

[27292] worth twice the money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark.

[27304] chairs upside down, on the tables in cafés. To which impromptu the

[27308] —To sweep the floor in the morning.

[27312] the bye, his right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles.

[27316] —It will (the air) do you good, Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in

[27320] Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen’s right and led him on

[27329] purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming

[27331] analogy was not at all bad as it was in fact a stoning to death on the

[27334] selfsame evicted tenants he had put in their holdings.

[27338] tracks arm in arm across Beresford place. Wagnerian music, though

[27339] confessedly grand in its way, was a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to

[27342] he simply revelled in, the Gloria in that being, to his mind, the acme

[27345] church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that line such

[27347] thy protestant to be. He also yielded to none in his admiration of

[27348] Rossini’s Stabat Mater, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers,

[27349] in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritable

[27351] putting the others totally in the shade, in the jesuit fathers’ church

[27352] in upper Gardiner street, the sacred edifice being thronged to the doors

[27354] opinion that there was none to come up to her and suffice it to say in

[27357] light opera of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, a gem in its

[27361] par excellence Lionel’s air in Martha, M’appari, which, curiously

[27364] father, sung to perfection, a study of the number, in fact, which made

[27365] all the others take a back seat. Stephen, in reply to a politely

[27367] Shakespeare’s songs, at least of in or about that period, the lutenist

[27368] Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who anno

[27373] virginals, he said, in the Queen’s chapel or anywhere else he found

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

[27391] anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in the dark quite

[27399] horse, without a second care in the world. But even a dog, he reflected,

[27400] take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan’s, of the same size, would be a

[27401] holy horror to face. But it was no animal’s fault in particular if he

[27403] into potheen in his hump. Nine tenths of them all could be caged or

[27412] in medias res, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your

[27415] He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen,

[27421] it opened up new vistas in his mind such as Lady Fingall’s Irish

[27422] industries, concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general.

[27441] its fortunate possessor in the near future an entrée into fashionable

[27442] houses in the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a large

[27444] B. A. (a huge ad in its way) and gentlemanly bearing to all the more

[27449] youthful tyro in society’s sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a

[27450] little thing like that could militate against you. It was in fact only a

[27451] matter of months and he could easily foresee him participating in

[27453] Christmas season, for choice, causing a slight flutter in the dovecotes

[27455] cases of which, as he happened to know, were on record—in fact,

[27458] emolument by no means to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his

[27460] he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a walk in life for

[27461] any lengthy space of time. But a step in the required direction it

[27463] no reflection on his dignity in the smallest and it often turned in

[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

[27488] on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to sever his

[27492] which in Bloom’s humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side

[27500] ended, patient in his scythed car.

[27515] man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the sleeper

[27516] car who in any case couldn’t possibly hear because they were too far

[27517] simply sat in his seat near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked

17. Ithaca

[27530] followed in the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner streets and

[27536] George’s church diametrically, the chord in any circle being less than

[27552] Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to

[27556] heterodox resistance professed their disbelief in many orthodox

[27565] Stephen’s views on the eternal affirmation of the spirit of man in

[27567] the anachronism involved in assigning the date of the conversion of the

[27569] son of Potitus, son of Odyssus, sent by pope Celestine I in the year

[27570] 432 in the reign of Leary to the year 260 or thereabouts in the reign

[27575] exertion and the velocity of rapid circular motion in a relaxing

[27585] Had Bloom discussed similar subjects during nocturnal perambulations in

[27588] In 1884 with Owen Goldberg and Cecil Turnbull at night on public

[27591] avenue. In 1885 with Percy Apjohn in the evenings, reclined against the

[27592] wall between Gibraltar villa and Bloomfield house in Crumlin, barony

[27593] of Uppercross. In 1886 occasionally with casual acquaintances and

[27594] prospective purchasers on doorsteps, in front parlours, in third class

[27595] railway carriages of suburban lines. In 1888 frequently with major Brian

[27597] the lounge in Matthew Dillon’s house in Roundtown. Once in 1892 and

[27598] once in 1893 with Julius (Juda) Mastiansky, on both occasions in the

[27599] parlour of his (Bloom’s) house in Lombard street, west.

[27609] As in what ways?

[27623] It was in the corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on

[27642] of the area pavement and allowed his body to move freely in space by

[27643] separating himself from the railings and crouching in preparation for

[27648] By his body’s known weight of eleven stone and four pounds in

[27650] periodical selfweighing in the premises of Francis Froedman,

[27673] candle of 1 CP, a man removing in turn each of his two boots, a man

[27680] halldoor. The halldoor turned gradually on its hinges. In the open space

[27696] necessary, knelt on one knee, composed in the grate a pyre of crosslaid

[27701] releasing the potential energy contained in the fuel by allowing its

[27707] Of others elsewhere in other times who, kneeling on one knee or on two,

[27708] had kindled fires for him, of Brother Michael in the infirmary of the

[27709] college of the Society of Jesus at Clongowes Wood, Sallins, in the

[27710] county of Kildare: of his father, Simon Dedalus, in an unfurnished room

[27711] of his first residence in Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street:

[27712] of his godmother Miss Kate Morkan in the house of her dying sister Miss

[27714] (Richard) Goulding, in the kitchen of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil

[27715] street: of his mother Mary, wife of Simon Dedalus, in the kitchen of

[27717] Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the dean of studies, Father Butt, in the

[27719] of his sister Dilly (Delia) in his father’s house in Cabra.

[27727] folded unattached consecutively in adjacent rectangles and one pair of

[27728] ladies’ grey hose with Lisle suspender tops and feet in their

[27740] kettle to the sink in order to tap the current by turning the faucet to

[27745] Yes. From Roundwood reservoir in county Wicklow of a cubic capacity of

[27758] had to the impotable water of the Grand and Royal canals as in 1893)

[27766] What in water did Bloom, waterlover, drawer of water, watercarrier,

[27770] in seeking its own level: its vastness in the ocean of Mercator’s

[27771] projection: its unplumbed profundity in the Sundam trench of the Pacific

[27773] particles visiting in turn all points of its seaboard: the independence

[27775] quiescence in calm: its hydrokinetic turgidity in neap and spring tides:

[27776] its subsidence after devastation: its sterility in the circumpolar

[27779] indisputable hegemony extending in square leagues over all the region

[27782] and hold in solution all soluble substances including millions of

[27786] volume and density: its imperturbability in lagoons and highland tarns:

[27787] its gradation of colours in the torrid and temperate and frigid zones:

[27788] its vehicular ramifications in continental lakecontained streams and

[27791] in seaquakes, waterspouts, Artesian wells, eruptions, torrents, eddies,

[27794] its vast circumterrestrial ahorizontal curve: its secrecy in springs and

[27796] and exemplified by the well by the hole in the wall at Ashtown

[27799] of oxygen: its healing virtues: its buoyancy in the waters of the Dead

[27800] Sea: its persevering penetrativeness in runnels, gullies, inadequate

[27804] hail: its strength in rigid hydrants: its variety of forms in loughs

[27807] arms of sea: its solidity in glaciers, icebergs, icefloes: its docility

[27808] in working hydraulic millwheels, turbines, dynamos, electric power

[27809] stations, bleachworks, tanneries, scutchmills: its utility in canals,

[27815] effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater,

[27816] stagnant pools in the waning moon.

[27824] in fresh cold neverchanging everchanging water and dry them, face

[27825] and hands, in a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden

[27831] submersion in cold water, (his last bath having taken place in the month

[27839] in case of sea or river bathing, the parts of the human anatomy most

[27847] energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the absence of the former in the

[27848] lastnamed and the abundance of the latter in the firstnamed.

[27852] Confidence in himself, an equal and opposite power of abandonment and

[27855] What concomitant phenomenon took place in the vessel of liquid by the

[27861] masses of bituminous coal, containing in compressed mineral form the

[27862] foliated fossilised decidua of primeval forests which had in turn

[27867] of calorification to the liquid contained in the vessel, being radiated

[27868] through the uneven unpolished dark surface of the metal iron, in part

[27869] reflected, in part absorbed, in part transmitted, gradually raising

[27870] the temperature of the water from normal to boiling point, a rise in

[27874] What announced the accomplishment of this rise in temperature?

[27886] shave to shave in its agglutinated lather: a softer skin if unexpectedly

[27887] encountering female acquaintances in remote places at incustomary hours:

[27898] Because of the surety of the sense of touch in his firm full masculine

[27905] blood even when the end justified the means, preferring, in their

[27918] conglomerated black olives in oleaginous paper, an empty pot of

[27923] Lynch’s choice tea at 2/- per lb in a crinkled leadpaper bag, a

[27945] and definitive result of which he had read in the Evening Telegraph,

[27946] late pink edition, in the cabman’s shelter, at Butt bridge.

[27951] In Bernard Kiernan’s licensed premises 8, 9 and 10 little Britain

[27952] street: in David Byrne’s licensed premises, 14 Duke street: in

[27954] placed in his hand a throwaway (subsequently thrown away), advertising

[27955] Elijah, restorer of the church in Zion: in Lincoln place outside the

[27962] light of inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in his arms

[27963] the secret of the race, graven in the language of prediction.

[27985] He poured into two teacups two level spoonfuls, four in all, of Epps’s

[27988] prescribed ingredients for diffusion in the manner and in the quantity

[27997] extraordinarily to his guest and, in reduced measure, to himself the

[28005] accepted them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps’s

[28012] The reparation of a fissure of the length of 1 1/2 inches in the right

[28014] lady’s handkerchiefs, if and when ascertained to be in a presentable

[28027] engaged in mental composition he reflected on the pleasures derived from

[28030] solution of difficult problems in imaginary or real life.

[28034] In spite of careful and repeated reading of certain classical passages,

[28036] the answers not bearing in all points.

[28039] potential poet, at the age of 11 in 1877 on the occasion of the offering

[28044] At my verses in print

[28053] What anagrams had he made on his name in youth?

[28063] Poets oft have sung in rhyme

[28089] Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the Theatre Royal in Hawkins street:

[28094] while she (Nelly Bouverist) was in the articles: fifthly, the

[28096] allusions from Everybody’s Book of Jokes (1000 pages and a laugh in

[28104] 16 years before in 1888 when Bloom was of Stephen’s present age

[28105] Stephen was 6. 16 years after in 1920 when Stephen would be of Bloom’s

[28106] present age Bloom would be 54. In 1936 when Bloom would be 70 and

[28107] Stephen 54 their ages initially in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be as 17

[28110] existing in 1883 had continued immutable, conceiving that to be

[28111] possible, till then 1904 when Stephen was 22 Bloom would be 374 and in

[28113] while in 1952 when Stephen would have attained the maximum postdiluvian

[28114] age of 70 Bloom, being 1190 years alive having been born in the year

[28117] until he would attain that age in the year 3072 A.D., Bloom would have

[28119] have been born in the year 81,396 B.C.

[28129] Two. The first in the lilacgarden of Matthew Dillon’s house, Medina

[28130] Villa, Kimmage road, Roundtown, in 1887, in the company of Stephen’s

[28132] hand in salutation. The second in the coffeeroom of Breslin’s hotel

[28133] on a rainy Sunday in the January of 1892, in the company of Stephen’s

[28140] gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.

[28145] Mrs Riordan (Dante), a widow of independent means, had resided in the

[28147] and had also resided during the years 1892, 1893 and 1894 in the City

[28150] informant of Bloom who resided also in the same hotel, being at that

[28151] time a clerk in the employment of Joseph Cuffe of 5 Smithfield for the

[28152] superintendence of sales in the adjacent Dublin Cattle market on the

[28158] of independent, if limited, means, in her convalescent bathchair

[28169] Because in middle youth he had often sat observing through a rondel

[28189] abandoned, prescribed in Eugen Sandow’s Physical Strength and How to

[28190] Obtain It which, designed particularly for commercial men engaged in

[28191] sedentary occupations, were to be made with mental concentration in

[28196] Had any special agility been his in earlier youth?

[28200] had excelled in his stable and protracted execution of the half lever

[28201] movement on the parallel bars in consequence of his abnormally developed

[28229] in the protestant church of Saint Nicholas Without, Coombe, by James

[28231] pump in the village of Swords, and by the reverend Charles Malone C.

[28232] C., in the church of the Three Patrons, Rathgar. Stephen (once) by

[28233] the reverend Charles Malone C. C., alone, in the church of the Three

[28259] in a state of supine repletion to aid digestion, stimulated by his

[28275] What also stimulated him in his cogitations?

[28282] in triliteral monoideal symbols, vertically of maximum visibility

[28314] Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Merchants’ quay, Dublin, put up in

[28317] of deceases. The name on the label is Plumtree. A plumtree in a meatpot,

[28326] by a beast of burden, in which two smartly dressed girls were to be

[28327] seated engaged in writing.

[28331] Solitary hotel in mountain pass. Autumn. Twilight. Fire lit. In dark

[28341] In sloping, upright and backhands: Queen’s Hotel, Queen’s Hotel,

[28348] in consequence of an overdose of monkshood (aconite) selfadministered in

[28352] Church street, Ennis) after having, though not in consequence of having,

[28354] straw hat, extra smart (after having, though not in consequence of

[28355] having, purchased at the hour and in the place aforesaid, the toxin

[28370] Did he see only a second coincidence in the second scene narrated to

[28377] composed during schoolyears, seemed to him to contain in itself and

[28378] in conjunction with the personal equation certain possibilities of

[28382] contributed in printed form, following the precedent of Philip Beaufoy

[28383] or Doctor Dick or Heblon’s Studies in Blue, to a publication of

[28404] pleasantly commanding and pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in

[28406] erotic irritation in masculine brothels, state inspected and medically

[28409] acquaintances of recognised respectability in the vicinity: courses of

[28413] What instances of deficient mental development in his wife inclined him

[28414] in favour of the lastmentioned (ninth) solution?

[28416] In disoccupied moments she had more than once covered a sheet of paper

[28420] a city in Canada, Quebec. She understood little of political

[28421] complications, internal, or balance of power, external. In calculating

[28424] the implement of calligraphy in the encaustic pigment, exposed to

[28428] mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture).

[28430] What compensated in the false balance of her intelligence for these and

[28439] Variously. By leaving in a conspicuous place a certain book open at a

[28440] certain page: by assuming in her, when alluding explanatorily, latent

[28441] knowledge: by open ridicule in her presence of some absent other’s

[28461] Accepting the analogy implied in his guest’s parable which examples of

[28487] (walk, walk, walk your way, walk in safety, walk with care).

[28493] made in substantiation of the oral comparison?

[28497] manipulated that its front cover came in contact with the surface of

[28499] characters for gee, eh, dee, em, simple and modified, and Bloom in turn

[28500] wrote the Hebrew characters ghimel, aleph, daleth and (in the absence of

[28514] servile letters in both languages: their antiquity, both having been

[28515] taught on the plain of Shinar 242 years after the deluge in the seminary

[28523] isolation of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto

[28525] proscription of their national costumes in penal laws and jewish dress

[28526] acts: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the possibility of

[28529] What anthem did Bloom chant partially in anticipation of that multiple,

[28536] In consequence of defective mnemotechnic.

[28542] In what common study did their mutual reflections merge?

[28546] modern stenography and telegraphic code in the cuneiform inscriptions

[28551] Doubly, by appending his signature in Irish and Roman characters.

[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

[28573] What future careers had been possible for Bloom in the past and with

[28576] In the church, Roman, Anglican or Nonconformist: exemplars, the very

[28583] Did the host encourage his guest to chant in a modulated voice a strange

[28607] And she all dressed in green.

[28628] daughter, all dressed in green.

[28646] In accordance with the law of the conservation of energy.

[28652] propagation of rumour in continued fraction of veridicity, the envy of

[28664] crawled in the direction of a heatless fire and, having attained

[28665] its destination, there, curled, unheated, in night attire had lain,

[28668] Had this latter or any cognate phenomenon declared itself in any member

[28671] Twice, in Holles street and in Ontario terrace, his daughter Millicent

[28672] (Milly) at the ages of 6 and 8 years had uttered in sleep an exclamation

[28673] of terror and had replied to the interrogations of two figures in night

[28688] Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a direct

[28697] the South Circular road in the company of Elsa Potter, followed by an

[28720] In other respects were their differences similar?

[28722] In passivity, in economy, in the instinct of tradition, in

[28729] in Stephen’s green amid inverted reflections of trees her uncommented

[28732] mousewatching cat). Again, in order to remember the date, combatants,

[28738] hearthdreaming cat). Hence, in passivity, in economy, in the instinct of

[28739] tradition, in unexpectedness, their differences were similar.

[28741] In what way had he utilised gifts (1) an owl, 2) a clock, given as

[28747] pendulum, exemplified in bob, wheelgear and regulator, the translation

[28748] in terms of human or social regulation of the various positions of

[28750] recurrence per hour of an instant in each hour when the longer and the

[28752] 5/11 minutes past each hour per hour in arithmetical progression.

[28754] In what manners did she reciprocate?

[28768] To pass in repose the hours intervening between Thursday (proper) and

[28769] Friday (normal) on an extemporised cubicle in the apartment immediately

[28813] declined, restated in other terms, reaccepted, ratified, reconfirmed?

[28819] places the residence of both speakers (if both speakers were resident in

[28825] drawn between their residences (if both speakers were resident in

[28832] Hengler’s circus in the Rotunda, Rutland square, Dublin, an intuitive

[28833] particoloured clown in quest of paternity had penetrated from the ring

[28834] to a place in the auditorium where Bloom, solitary, was seated and had

[28836] (the clown’s) papa. The imprevidibility of the future: once in the

[28838] on the milled edge and tendered it in payment of an account due to and

[28866] accidents at sea, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies

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

[28877] more acceptable phenomena in the place of the less acceptable phenomena

[28880] Did Stephen participate in his dejection?

[28896] In what order of precedence, with what attendant ceremony was the exodus

[28899] Lighted Candle in Stick

[28907] The 113th, modus peregrinus: In exitu Israël de Egypto: domus Jacob de

[28927] Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of the moon invisible in

[28932] (alpha in Canis Maior) 10 lightyears (57,000,000,000,000 miles) distant

[28933] and in volume 900 times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the

[28935] nebula in which 100 of our solar systems could be contained: of moribund

[28936] and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of our system plunging

[28938] drift of socalled fixed stars, in reality evermoving wanderers from

[28939] immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with

[28945] Of the eons of geological periods recorded in the stratifications of the

[28947] in cavities of the earth, beneath removable stones, in hives and mounds,

[28950] by cohesion of molecular affinity in a single pinhead: of the universe

[28952] universes of void space constellated with other bodies, each, in

[28954] again divisible in divisions of redivisible component bodies, dividends

[28960] Because some years previously in 1886 when occupied with the problem of

[28966] requisitioned in order to contain the complete tale of its printed

[28974] satellites by a race, given in species, and of the possible social and

[28979] when elevated to a considerable altitude in the terrestrial atmosphere

[28988] an apogean humanity of beings created in varying forms with finite

[28997] Which various features of the constellations were in turn considered?

[29013] monthly recurrence known as the new moon with the old moon in her arms:

[29016] day (a new luminous sun generated by the collision and amalgamation in

[29018] birth of William Shakespeare over delta in the recumbent neversetting

[29020] origin but of lesser brilliancy which had appeared in and disappeared

[29023] origin which had (effectively or presumably) appeared in and disappeared

[29025] Stephen Dedalus, and in and from the constellation of Auriga some years

[29026] after the birth and death of Rudolph Bloom, junior, and in and from

[29041] different magnitudes: a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space,

[29042] remobilised in air: a past which possibly had ceased to exist as a

[29048] Indubitably in consequence of the reiterated examples of poets in the

[29049] delirium of the frenzy of attachment or in the abasement of rejection

[29057] nomenclature employed in its selenographical charts as attributable to

[29064] Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian

[29081] In the second storey (rere) of his (Bloom’s) house the light of a

[29095] Silent, each contemplating the other in both mirrors of the reciprocal

[29101] then Bloom, in penumbra urinated, their sides contiguous, their organs

[29109] were dissimilar: Bloom’s longer, less irruent, in the incomplete form

[29110] of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who in his ultimate

[29113] institution, 210 scholars: Stephen’s higher, more sibilant, who in the

[29127] church, conserved in Calcata, were deserving of simple hyperduly or of

[29134] from Vega in the Lyre above the zenith beyond the stargroup of the Tress

[29140] By inserting the barrel of an arruginated male key in the hole of an

[29146] How did they take leave, one of the other, in separation?

[29156] in the church of Saint George.

[29169] at the bidding of that peal had travelled from Sandymount in the south

[29170] to Glasnevin in the north?

[29172] Martin Cunningham (in bed), Jack Power (in bed), Simon Dedalus (in bed),

[29173] Ned Lambert (in bed), Tom Kernan (in bed), Joe Hynes (in bed), John

[29174] Henry Menton (in bed), Bernard Corrigan (in bed), Patsy Dignam (in bed),

[29175] Paddy Dignam (in the grave).

[29180] double vibration of a jew’s harp in the resonant lane.

[29191] Of companions now in various manners in different places defunct: Percy

[29192] Apjohn (killed in action, Modder River), Philip Gilligan (phthisis,

[29204] Once, in 1887, after a protracted performance of charades in the house

[29206] of the diurnal phenomenon, seated on a wall, his gaze turned in the

[29227] fraction of a second later, a painful sensation was located in

[29230] Describe the alterations effected in the disposition of the articles of

[29233] A sofa upholstered in prune plush had been translocated from opposite

[29237] door in the place vacated by the prune plush sofa: the walnut sideboard

[29240] more perilous position in front of the door: two chairs had been moved

[29247] slanted to the rere, which, repelled in recoil, had then upturned an

[29265] discoloured ends of cigarettes, its musicrest supporting the music in

[29271] With what sensations did Bloom contemplate in rotation these objects?

[29286] diminutive cone, one inch in height, placed it on its circular base on

[29290] it superficially, rolled it into a thin cylinder, ignited it in the

[29292] latter reached the stage of rutilance, placed the cylinder in the basin

[29293] of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in such a manner as to

[29313] In the mirror of the giltbordered pierglass the undecorated back of the

[29320] What composite asymmetrical image in the mirror then attracted his

[29338] and not in the order of their common letters with scintillating titles

[29373] Voyages in China by “Viator” (recovered with brown paper, red ink

[29388] Laurence Bloomfield in Ireland by William Allingham (second edition,

[29398] In the Track of the Sun (yellow cloth, titlepage missing, recurrent

[29403] Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French by F. Ignat.

[29412] fine?t place in the world.

[29417] The necessity of order, a place for everything and everything in its

[29419] the incongruity of an apple incuneated in a tumbler and of an umbrella

[29420] inclined in a closestool: the insecurity of hiding any secret document

[29423] Which volume was the largest in bulk?

[29427] What among other data did the second volume of the work in question

[29433] Why, firstly and secondly, did he not consult the work in question?

[29435] Firstly, in order to exercise mnemotechnic: secondly, because after an

[29437] the work in question, he remembered by mnemotechnic the name of the

[29440] What caused him consolation in his sitting posture?

[29443] statue erect in the centre of the table, an image of Narcissus purchased

[29446] What caused him irritation in his sitting posture?

[29449] articles of clothing superfluous in the costume of mature males and

[29456] unbuttoned successively in reversed direction waistcoat, trousers, shirt

[29458] extending in triangular convergence from the pelvic basin over the

[29461] thence produced both ways at right angles and terminating in circles

[29464] one braced trouser buttons, arranged in pairs, of which one incomplete.

[29468] He compressed between 2 fingers the flesh circumjacent to a cicatrice in

[29486] 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam 0—5—0

[29505] Cash in hand 0—4—9

[29512] Sensible of a benignant persistent ache in his footsoles he extended

[29514] points caused by foot pressure in the course of walking repeatedly in

[29530] Ellis’s juvenile school, patiently each night in the act of brief

[29533] In what ultimate ambition had all concurrent and consecutive ambitions

[29537] or possess in perpetuity an extensive demesne of a sufficient number

[29541] described as Rus in Urbe or Qui si sana, but to purchase by private

[29542] treaty in fee simple a thatched bungalowshaped 2 storey dwellinghouse of

[29549] pastures and standing in 5 or 6 acres of its own ground, at such

[29556] terrestrial poles in being favourable climates for phthisical subjects),

[29569] corner fitments, upholstered in ruby plush with good springing and sunk

[29594] with tropical palms, equipped in the best botanical manner, a rockery

[29596] flowerbeds in rectangular grassplots set with eccentric ellipses of

[29635] In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed cap, price 8/6, and useful

[29651] ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh water and

[29652] unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge

[29656] smoking peat turves (period of hibernation). Indoor: discussion in

[29671] Arranged successively in ascending powers of hierarchical order, that

[29675] recorded in the court directory (Bloom, Leopold P., M. P., P. C., K. P.,

[29676] L. L. D. (honoris causa), Bloomville, Dundrum) and mentioned in court

[29680] What course of action did he outline for himself in such capacity?

[29683] the dispensation in a heterogeneous society of arbitrary classes,

[29684] incessantly rearranged in terms of greater and lesser social inequality,

[29688] the highest constituted power in the land, actuated by an innate love of

[29692] contained by fluxion in the final solution), the upholding of the letter

[29693] of the law (common, statute and law merchant) against all traversers in

[29694] covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations,

[29703] To Master Percy Apjohn at High School in 1880 he had divulged his

[29704] disbelief in the tenets of the Irish (protestant) church (to which his

[29706] Israelitic faith and communion in 1865 by the Society for promoting

[29707] Christianity among the jews) subsequently abjured by him in favour of

[29709] in 1888. To Daniel Magrane and Francis Wade in 1882 during a juvenile

[29713] Charles Darwin, expounded in The Descent of Man and The Origin of

[29714] Species. In 1885 he had publicly expressed his adherence to the

[29720] Midlothian, N. B.) and, in support of his political convictions, had

[29724] divided into 120 trade corporations, bearing 2000 torches in escort of

[29734] acquisition and the balance in the form of annual rent, viz. £ 800

[29735] plus 2 1/2 % interest on the same, repayable quarterly in equal annual

[29738] £ 64, headrent included, the titledeeds to remain in possession of

[29740] foreclosure and mutual compensation in the event of protracted failure

[29752] available for betting purposes in Dublin at 2.59 p.m. (Dunsink time).

[29757] surcharge, Luxemburg, 1878), antique dynastical ring, unique relic) in

[29759] eagle in flight), by fire (amid the carbonised remains of an incendiated

[29760] edifice), in the sea (amid flotsam, jetsam, lagan and derelict), on

[29761] earth (in the gizzard of a comestible fowl). A Spanish prisoner’s

[29766] delivery of 32 consignments of some given commodity in consideration of

[29768] increased constantly in the geometrical progression of 2 (1/4d, 1/2d,

[29776] The reclamation of dunams of waste arenary soil, proposed in the

[29780] possessing chemical properties, in view of the vast production of the

[29799] morning milk. A scheme for the development of Irish tourist traffic in

[29800] and around Dublin by means of petrolpropelled riverboats, plying in the

[29808] laid (in conjunction with the Great Southern and Western railway line)

[29810] Great Western Railway 43 to 45 North Wall, in proximity to the terminal

[29831] possessing fortunes in 6 figures, amassed during a successful life, and

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

[29852] a physiologist he believed in the artificial placation of malignant

[29859] situated in the cerebral convolutions.

[29863] Of some one sole unique advertisement to cause passers to stop in

[29872] showed a large globular head with 5 hairs erect, 2 eyes in profile,

[29884] written by Leopold Bloom in 1886 concerning the consequences of the

[29895] address of the addresser of the 3 letters in reversed alphabetic

[29898] periodical Modern Society, subject corporal chastisement in girls’

[29899] schools: a pink ribbon which had festooned an Easter egg in the year

[29914] pulley exerciser (men’s 15/-, athlete’s 20/-) viz. chest 28 in and

[29915] 29 1/2 in, biceps 9 in and 10 in, forearm 8 1/2 in and 9 in, thigh 10 in

[29916] and 12 in, calf 11 in and 12 in: 1 prospectus of The Wonderworker,

[29922] Quote the textual terms in which the prospectus claimed advantages for

[29925] It heals and soothes while you sleep, in case of trouble in breaking

[29926] wind, assists nature in the most formidable way, insuring instant relief

[29927] in discharge of gases, keeping parts clean and free natural action, an

[29951] The reflection that, apart from the letter in question, his magnetic

[29959] The possibility of exercising virile power of fascination in the not

[29960] immediate future after an expensive repast in a private apartment in

[29967] assurance policy of £ 500 in the Scottish Widows’ Assurance Society,

[29974] in depositor’s favour: £ 18-14-6 (eighteen pounds, fourteen shillings

[29984] formerly of Szombathely in the kingdom of Hungary, hereby give notice

[29988] What other objects relative to Rudolph Bloom (born Virag) were in the

[29992] Virag executed in the year 1852 in the portrait atelier of their

[29994] Hungary. An ancient haggadah book in which a pair of hornrimmed convex

[29995] spectacles inserted marked the passage of thanksgiving in the ritual

[30009] melancholia did these objects evoke in Bloom?

[30011] An old man, widower, unkempt of hair, in bed, with head covered,

[30014] face in death of a septuagenarian, suicide by poison.

[30018] Because in immature impatience he had treated with disrespect certain

[30037] retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and between

[30044] suggestions for the establishment of affiliated business premises in the

[30048] migrations in narrator and listener?

[30050] In narrator by the access of years and in consequence of the use of

[30051] narcotic toxin: in listener by the access of years and in consequence of

[30076] Successively, in descending helotic order: Poverty: that of the outdoor

[30080] in the £, sandwichman, distributor of throwaways, nocturnal vagrant,

[30123] The attractive character of certain localities in Ireland and abroad,

[30124] as represented in general geographical maps of polychrome design or

[30125] in special ordnance survey charts by employment of scale numerals and

[30128] In Ireland?

[30133] pastures of royal Meath, Brigid’s elm in Kildare, the Queen’s Island

[30134] shipyard in Belfast, the Salmon Leap, the lakes of Killarney.

[30153] intersection of the right line from beta to alpha in Ursa Maior produced

[30157] in imperfect varying phases of lunation through the posterior interstice

[30187] the Northern Crown he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the

[30195] An unsatisfactory equation between an exodus and return in time through

[30196] reversible space and an exodus and return in space through irreversible

[30214] matutinal contact, the economy of mangling done on the premises in the

[30227] in the Ormond Hotel (Shira Shirim): the altercation with a truculent

[30228] troglodyte in Bernard Kiernan’s premises (holocaust): a blank

[30233] 82 Tyrone street, lower, and subsequent brawl and chance medley in

[30237] What selfimposed enigma did Bloom about to rise in order to go so as to

[30255] What imperfections in a perfect day did Bloom, walking, charged with

[30262] C.): to certify the presence or absence of posterior rectal orifice in

[30291] side in white lettering B. C. T. (Brian Cooper Tweedy).

[30334] alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.

[30343] organgrinder, an unknown gentleman in the Gaiety Theatre, Benjamin

[30356] Why for the observer impressionability in addition to vigour, corporal

[30359] Because he had observed with augmenting frequency in the preceding

[30375] a constant but not acute concupiscence resident in a bodily and mental

[30380] Because a nature full and volatile in its free state, was alternately

[30389] In virtue of a) acquaintance initiated in September 1903 in the

[30391] Quay, b) hospitality extended and received in kind, reciprocated and

[30392] reappropriated in person, c) comparative youth subject to impulses of

[30401] understood executed in natured nature by natural creatures in accordance

[30403] As not so calamitous as a cataclysmic annihilation of the planet in

[30410] practice of unnatural vice, desertion from armed forces in the field,

[30414] adaptation to altered conditions of existence, resulting in a reciprocal

[30443] of the thing in itself: the incongruity and disproportion between

[30453] masculine agent) in the passive voice: the continued product of

[30459] In what final satisfaction did these antagonistic sentiments and

[30462] Satisfaction at the ubiquity in eastern and western terrestrial

[30463] hemispheres, in all habitable lands and islands explored or unexplored

[30479] plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure

[30495] Martha Clifford and Henry Flower, the public altercation at, in and

[30496] in the vicinity of the licensed premises of Bernard Kiernan and Co,

[30505] in the course of a postcenal gymnastic display, the victim (since

[30508] aeronautical feat executed by him (narrator) in the presence of a

[30539] a period of 9 months and 1 day during which, in consequence of a

[30540] preestablished natural comprehension in incomprehension between the

[30548] for which, the object with which in the case of temporary absences,

[30557] In what directions did listener and narrator lie?

[30563] In what state of rest or motion?

[30565] At rest relatively to themselves and to each other. In motion being each

[30570] In what posture?

[30573] leg extended in a straight line and resting on left leg, flexed, in the

[30576] finger and thumb of the right hand resting on the bridge of the nose, in

[30577] the attitude depicted in a snapshot photograph made by Percy Apjohn, the

[30578] childman weary, the manchild in the womb.

[30595] auk’s egg in the night of the bed of all the auks of the rocs of

18. Penelope

[30610] breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel when he

[30616] had too much old chat in her about politics and earthquakes and the end

[30625] in him polite to old women like that and waiters and beggars too hes

[30640] a bit grown in the bed father was the same besides I hate bandaging and

[30654] I hate having a long wrangle in bed or else if its not that its some

[30655] little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the

[30658] front room to show him Dignams death in the paper as if something told

[30661] she has a softy in him because all men get a bit like that at his age

[30667] we had in Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad

[30673] eat at our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not in my

[30680] found in her room the Friday she was out that was enough for me a little

[30686] like that one denying it up to my face and singing about the place in

[30690] great squeeze going along by the Tolka in my hand there steals another

[30694] the Gaiety though Im not going to give him the satisfaction in any case

[30695] God knows hes a change in a way not to be always and ever wearing the

[30703] or bishop was sitting beside me in the jews temples gardens when I was

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

[30710] age of his life simply ruination for any woman and no satisfaction in it

[30718] and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to

[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

[30732] them Id like to be embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of

[30736] didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall

[30738] of his fathers I wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in

[30750] blessed myself and said a Hail Mary like those awful thunderbolts in

[30754] evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the month of May see it brought

[30764] was in great singing voice no I never in all my life felt anyone had

[30766] sheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the

[30768] they want out of you with that determined vicious look in his eye I had

[30769] to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of spunk in

[30771] so much the better in case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last

[30772] time I let him finish it in me nice invention they made for women for

[30784] but I dont know Poldy has more spunk in him yes thatd be awfully jolly

[30793] everything I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for I knew

[30797] up that myself what we have inside us in that family physician I could

[30803] get him to make it up any time I know how Id even supposing he got in

[30809] mad in love with him that I wouldnt so much mind Id just go to her and

[30810] ask her do you love him and look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool

[30814] hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he was on the pop of asking

[30815] me too the night in the kitchen I was rolling the potato cake theres

[30817] in a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour in any case I let

[30825] spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at

[30828] afterwards though she didnt like it so much the day I was in fits of

[30830] out one after another with the mass of hair I had youre always in great

[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

[30846] about in his slippers to look for £ 10000 for a postcard U p up O

[30853] her husband for what I wonder in love with some other man yes it was

[30856] and always the worst word in the world what do they ask us to marry them

[30858] without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I

[30860] leave us as wise as we were before she must have been madly in love with

[30866] noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C

[30874] some robber of a woman and he wanted me to put it in the Irish times

[30875] lost in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame street finder return to Mrs

[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

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

[30884] and windy it was well we had that rum in the house to mull and the fire

[30886] hearthrug in Lombard street west and another time it was my muddy boots

[30887] hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find but of course

[30889] could give 9 points in 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what does that

[30891] just passed and the man with the curly hair in the Lucan dairy thats so

[30899] said wasnt it terrible to do that there in a place like that I dont see

[30907] me in the eye of my glove and I had to take it off asking me questions

[30913] him at the open air fete that one in the cream muslin standing right

[30915] from behind following in the rain I saw him before he saw me however

[30917] him with the muffler in the Zingari colours to show off his complexion

[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

[30932] down in the wet if I didnt so persevering he would too and ruin his new

[30939] waiting all the time for his dinner he told me to say I left my purse in

[30941] that letter with all those words in it how could he have the face to any

[30945] always breaking or tearing something in the charades I hate an unlucky

[30948] it used to be written up with a picture of a womans on that wall in

[30959] Goodwin called about the concert in Lombard street and I just after

[30961] professor I had to say Im a fright yes but he was a real old gent in his

[30975] were beside each other and any fooling went on in the new bed I couldnt

[30976] tell him to stop and not bother me with him in the next room or perhaps

[30987] in the 3rd class carriage said he was quite right so he was too hes so

[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

[30995] exceptional man that common workman that left us alone in the carriage

[31002] on account of father being in the army and my singing the absentminded

[31005] put it past him like he got me on to sing in the Stabat Mater by going

[31016] fellow in khaki and just the right height over me Im sure he was brave

[31020] felt they could have made their peace in the beginning or old oom Paul

[31024] bad I love to see a regiment pass in review the first time I saw the

[31027] battles on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their kilts in time at the

[31031] nice present up in Belfast after what I gave him theyve lovely linen up

[31033] had before to keep in the drawer with them it would be exciting going

[31034] round with him shopping buying those things in a new city better leave

[31036] knuckle there or they might bell it round the town in their papers or

[31041] close in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression

[31048] them lovely stuff in that blue suit he had on and stylish tie and socks

[31063] was playing with them then always hanging out of them for money in a

[31066] way the world is divided in any case if its going to go on I want at

[31069] the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them

[31075] thing and one of those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in

[31090] over and over again get that made up in the same place and dont forget

[31092] the bottle anyway if not I suppose Ill only have to wash in my piss like

[31096] it isnt all like that and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/- in all

[31097] sure you cant get on in this world without style all going in food and

[31098] rent when I get it Ill lash it around I tell you in fine style I always

[31106] no Im what am I at all Ill be 33 in September will I what O well look at

[31110] in Grantham street 1st thing I did every morning to look across see her

[31113] prince of Wales was in love with I suppose hes like the first man going

[31127] woman in that all invention made up about he drinking the champagne out

[31128] of her slipper after the ball was over like the infant Jesus in the

[31129] crib at Inchicore in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have

[31132] a rich lady of course she felt honoured H R H he was in Gibraltar the

[31134] tree he planted more than that in his time he might have planted me

[31142] advertisements when he could have been in Mr Cuffes still only for

[31147] of the tails with no cut in it but theyre coming into fashion again I

[31157] about the shopgirl in that place in Grafton street I had the misfortune

[31163] up to open the door for me it was nice of him to show me out in any case

[31174] in case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty placed up there

[31175] like those statues in the museum one of them pretending to hide it with

[31192] me squatting in the mens place meadero I tried to draw a picture of

[31196] picture naked to some rich fellow in Holles street when he lost the

[31197] job in Helys and I was selling the clothes and strumming in the coffee

[31199] shes younger or Im a little like that dirty bitch in that Spanish photo

[31201] that word met something with hoses in it and he came out with some

[31209] looking student that stopped in no 28 with the Citrons Penrose nearly

[31215] declare somebody ought to put him in the budget if I only could remember

[31219] they want everything in their mouth all the pleasure those men get out

[31235] have in them like big giants and the water rolling all over and out of

[31237] that have to be out all the night from their wives and families in those

[31240] hes getting very careless and threw the rest of them up in the W C

[31247] as night and the glare of the rock standing up in it like a big giant

[31250] of the rainwater in those tanks watching the sun all the time weltering

[31256] anything to be back in Gib and hear you sing Waiting and in old Madrid

[31269] blessed thing in them in a crowd run or jump out of the way thats why

[31271] banderilleros with the sashes and the 2 things in their hats and the

[31272] brutes of men shouting bravo toro sure the women were as bad in their

[31274] horses I never heard of such a thing in all my life yes he used to break

[31275] his heart at me taking off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and

[31282] the night of the storm I slept in her bed she had her arms round me then

[31283] we were fighting in the morning with the pillow what fun he was watching

[31288] looked at myself in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he

[31289] was attractive to a girl in spite of his being a little bald intelligent

[31290] looking disappointed and gay at the same time he was like Thomas in

[31293] nice on account of her but I could have stopped it in time she gave me

[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

[31303] fooling thats better I used to be weltering then in the heat my shift

[31304] drenched with the sweat stuck in the cheeks of my bottom on the chair

[31322] especially the Queens birthday and throwing everything down in all

[31326] dressed up poor man and he in mourning for the son then the same old

[31327] bugles for reveille in the morning and drums rolling and the unfortunate

[31329] more than the old longbearded jews in their jellibees and levites

[31336] of some other dirty story to tell up in a corner but he never forgot

[31341] soul except the odd few I posted to myself with bits of paper in them so

[31346] nice fellow even in the opposite house that medical in Holles street the

[31352] chapel where does their great intelligence come in Id like to know

[31353] grey matter they have it all in their tail if you ask me those country

[31354] gougers up in the City Arms intelligence they had a damn sight less than

[31375] double yous in I hope hell write me a longer letter the next time if its

[31378] chances at all in this place like you used long ago I wish somebody

[31380] what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women

[31382] be some truth in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life

[31384] like a new world I could write the answer in bed to let him imagine me

[31386] to write to the fellow that was something in the four courts that jilted

[31392] they might as well throw you out in the bottom of the ashpit.

[31394] Mulveys was the first when I was in bed that morning and Mrs Rubio

[31395] brought it in with the coffee she stood there standing when I asked her

[31398] in the face with her switch of false hair on her and vain about her

[31401] Atlantic fleet coming in half the ships of the world and the Union Jack

[31403] all the rock from them and because I didnt run into mass often enough in

[31410] I saw him following me along the Calle Real in the shop window then

[31411] he tipped me just in passing but I never thought hed write making an

[31413] in every hole and corner while father was up at the drill instructing to

[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

[31422] time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a flower that

[31429] king of Spain was born Im always like that in the spring Id like a new

[31435] he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open in the front to

[31438] a wild place I suppose it must be the highest rock in existence the

[31452] with the Banana but I was afraid it might break and get lost up in me

[31454] up there for years covered with limesalts theyre all mad to get in there

[31456] then theyre done with you in a way till the next time yes because theres

[31461] life out of him first tickling him I loved rousing that dog in the hotel

[31465] drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all Buttons men

[31478] of her in broad daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might

[31479] say they could have put an article about it in the Chronicle I was a bit

[31480] wild after when I blew out the old bag the biscuits were in from Benady

[31491] name Bloom when I used to write it in print to see how it looked on a

[31494] than Breen or Briggs does brig or those awful names with bottom in them

[31499] Europa point twisting in and out all round the other side of Jersey they

[31500] were shaking and dancing about in my blouse like Millys little ones now

[31515] was no decent perfume to be got in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau

[31522] you get in a place like that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that

[31526] once in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes breath my lips

[31529] full when I get in front of the footlights again Kathleen Kearney

[31532] about as my backside anything in the world to make themselves someway

[31542] left me in spite of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and figure anyhow

[31547] like Boylan to do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others arms or the

[31555] feel I want to I feel some wind in me better go easy not wake him have

[31558] sleep in some bed by himself with his cold feet on me give us room even

[31565] heat I couldnt smell anything off it Im sure that queerlooking man in

[31568] night I couldnt rest easy in my bed in Gibraltar even getting up to see

[31569] why am I so damned nervous about that though I like it in the winter its

[31575] about in it then make a race back into bed Im sure that fellow opposite

[31576] used to be there the whole time watching with the lights out in the

[31577] summer and I in my skin hopping around I used to love myself then

[31580] goodbye to my sleep for this night anyhow I hope hes not going to get in

[31582] in at 4 in the morning it must be if not more still he had the manners

[31587] the country pumping the wrong end of the spoon up and down in his egg

[31610] bee bit him better the seaside but Id never again in this life get into

[31615] left and the tide all swamping in floods in through the bottom and his

[31617] swim of course me no theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in

[31620] black and blue do him all the good in the world only for that longnosed

[31630] the sea excited me of course the sardines and the bream in Catalan bay

[31631] round the back of the rock they were fine all silver in the fishermens

[31635] being alone in this big barracks of a place at night I suppose Ill have

[31636] to put up with it I never brought a bit of salt in even when we moved

[31637] in the confusion musical academy he was going to make on the first floor

[31639] and ruin himself altogether the way his father did down in Ennis like

[31648] with his long story might be a tramp and put his foot in the way to

[31650] was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in jail then he comes out and

[31654] being locked up like in a prison or a madhouse they ought to be all shot

[31656] old woman to murder her in her bed Id cut them off him so I would not

[31658] I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a

[31668] with her in the place lately unless I bolted the door first gave me the

[31669] fidgets coming in without knocking first when I put the chair against

[31671] your nerves then doing the loglady all day put her in a glasscase with

[31677] lately at the table explaining things in the paper and she pretending to

[31685] please shes in great demand to pick what they can out of her round in

[31692] the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it comes out no matter

[31698] touchmenot too in her own way at the Only Way in the Theatre royal take

[31700] Id crush her skirt with the pleats a lot of that touching must go on in

[31701] theatres in the crush in the dark theyre always trying to wiggle up to

[31702] you that fellow in the pit at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the

[31713] usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to her in

[31719] in it though unless it really happened to me the majority of them with

[31720] not a particle of love in their natures to find two people like that

[31722] theyre usually a bit foolish in the head his father must have been a bit

[31731] pretended not to see us in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent

[31735] badtempered too because how was it there was a weed in the tea or I

[31741] having the two of us slaving here instead of getting in a woman long ago

[31748] something and opened the area window to let out the smell bringing in

[31752] the cricket match and a great big hole in his sock one thing laughing at

[31754] in the intermediate imagine climbing over the railings if anybody saw

[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

[31766] on sweet God sweet God well when Im stretched out dead in my grave I

[31769] you of course all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had up in me

[31774] only time we were in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to see Mrs Kendal

[31776] in Drimmies I was fit to be tied though I wouldnt give in with that

[31779] millions of years ago I smiled the best I could all in a swamp leaning

[31781] I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a hurry supposed to be a fast play

[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

[31786] blood up in us or what O patience above its pouring out of me like the

[31797] with the pillow under my bottom I wonder is it nicer in the day I think

[31804] and skirt first in the other room he was so busy where he oughtnt to be

[31808] a wad of money from some fellow Ill have to perfume it in the morning

[31816] something growing in me getting that thing like that every week when was

[31824] theyre all right I wouldnt marry him not if he was the last man in

[31832] way only I like letting myself down after in the hole as far as I can

[31834] still theres something in it I suppose I always used to know by Millys

[31848] O yes I said I am quite sure in a way that shut him up I knew what was

[31850] the first night ever we met when I was living in Rehoboth terrace we

[31857] Huguenots to sing in French to be more classy O beau pays de la Touraine

[31860] as a great favour the very 1st opportunity he got a chance in Brighton

[31866] do it I suppose there isnt in all creation another man with the habits

[31870] he took me to show one wet Sunday in the museum in Kildare street all

[31871] yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his hand with his ten toes

[31875] too with his big square feet up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking

[31880] theyll have something better for us in the other world tying ourselves

[31882] bed always reminds me of old Cohen I suppose he scratched himself in it

[31886] houses were we in at all Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard

[31892] always know who was in there last every time were just getting on right

[31893] something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thoms and Helys and Mr

[31899] along in the wet all by himself round by Coadys lane will give him much

[31906] he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I suppose he thinks I

[31909] then tucked up in bed like those babies in the Aristocrats Masterpiece

[31910] he brought me another time as if we hadnt enough of that in real life

[31913] kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in

[31916] Im nothing any more when I wouldnt let him lick me in Holles street one

[31923] it again if he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to sleep in the

[31928] him a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with even when I was

[31933] is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were all in great style at the

[31934] grand funeral in the paper Boylan brought in if they saw a real officers

[31936] walking behind in black L Boom and Tom Kernan that drunken little

[31938] in some place or other and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and

[31939] Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a turn in

[31952] family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the same Im sorry in a

[31954] insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in some pub corner and

[31959] to sing out of in Holles street squeezed and squashed into them and

[31962] spectacle on the stage imagine paying 5/- in the preserved seats for

[31963] that to see him trotting off in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus too he

[31970] voice so there was no art in it all over you like a warm showerbath O

[31977] ought to have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of fashion

[31978] still I look young in it I wonder he didnt make him a present of it

[31980] Kingsbridge station with his father and mother I was in mourning thats

[31981] 11 years ago now yes hed be 11 though what was the good in going into

[31983] enough for me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wall of course

[31985] this time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little fellow in his

[31994] in society yes wait it all came out and 2 red 8s for new garments look

[31996] poetry in it I hope he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his eyes or

[32000] an ounce of it in his composition I thought he was quite different I

[32005] down in the old kitchen with him taking Eppss cocoa and talking of

[32009] they all write about some woman in their poetry well I suppose he wont

[32011] poetry is in the air the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully

[32019] and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad then if anything goes wrong in their

[32022] fine young men I could see down in Margate strand bathingplace from the

[32023] side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a God or something

[32029] there so simple I wouldnt mind taking him in my mouth if nobody was

[32031] with his boyish face I would too in 1/2 a minute even if some of it went

[32036] get in with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw them the 1st thing

[32037] in the morning till I see if the wishcard comes out or Ill try pairing

[32043] photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous O but then what am

[32047] nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because

[32049] cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place

[32052] way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a

[32053] butcher or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course

[32054] hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might

[32055] as well be in bed with what with a lion God Im sure hed have something

[32057] they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist

[32067] in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they

[32075] mad extreme about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even

[32083] kind of expression in us all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever

[32085] I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss

[32088] almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love

[32092] hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up in a gate

[32093] somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their

[32098] in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a murderer

[32099] anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats

[32110] sigh for a dark man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for

[32112] down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled

[32116] governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and killing one

[32120] wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to

[32127] fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind

[32128] in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I

[32129] suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I

[32134] somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting

[32139] what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I

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

[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

[32144] hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah

[32145] what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz

[32147] Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las

[32148] Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a

[32149] name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like

[32157] cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it all

[32158] upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can

[32161] tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his

[32162] breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on

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

[32165] kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines

[32169] wife or pretend we were in Spain with him half awake without a Gods

[32172] why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room

[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

[32176] Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes

[32181] dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 Ill

[32182] just give him one more chance Ill get up early in the morning Im sick of

[32183] Cohens old bed in any case I might go over to the markets to see all

[32185] splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st

[32186] man Id meet theyre out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used

[32188] big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the

[32189] longing way then Ill throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup

[32200] mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve

[32201] him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in

[32202] the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in

[32207] in his face as large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole

[32216] that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him Ill tighten my

[32227] unearthly hour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out

[32229] theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two

[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

[32238] I want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im

[32241] a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich

[32242] big shop at 7 1/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and

[32244] of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long

[32245] ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God

[32257] well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody

[32261] Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to

[32266] said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I

[32273] and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front

[32275] half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their

[32276] tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and

[32279] and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the

[32280] cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts

[32282] handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit

[32283] down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the

[32288] sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the

[32292] of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian