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1. Telemachus

[29] —For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul

[56] —My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a

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

[79] name for you is the best: Kinch, the knife-blade.

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

[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....

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

[201] Lead him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.

[211] —It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant.

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

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

[255] —Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I’m

[263] —Yes, what is it? Buck Mulligan answered. I don’t remember anything.

[285] —You said, Stephen answered, O, it’s only Dedalus whose mother is

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

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

[405] —Dedalus, come down, like a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is

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

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

[494] —That woman is coming up with the milk.

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

[516] —By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.

[533] —Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan’s tea and water pot

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

[589] —It is indeed, ma’am, Buck Mulligan said, pouring milk into their

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

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

[620] —Irish, Buck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you?

[634] —Grand is no name for it, said Buck Mulligan. Wonderful entirely. Fill

[647] twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three

[648] mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That’s a

[649] shilling and one and two is two and two, sir.

[691] —Is this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch?

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

[709] of Irish art is deuced good.

[731] —Well? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the

[752] —Mulligan is stripped of his garments.

[807] on the sea. But ours is the omphalos.

[809] —What is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.

[822] —You pique my curiosity, Haines said amiably. Is it some paradox?

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

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

[837] is rather long to tell.

[894] not a believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm

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

[949] —And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs.

[961] unfairly. It seems history is to blame.

[1004] —Is the brother with you, Malachi?

[1032] —Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with

[1035] —Is she up the pole?

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

2. Nestor

[1163] what is a pier.

[1178] —How, sir? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river.

[1212] For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,

[1221] brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of

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

[1223] soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of

[1238] tribute. To Caesar what is Caesar’s, to God what is God’s. A long

[1264] —This is the riddle, Stephen said:

[1272] What is that?

[1281] —What is it, sir? We give it up.

[1336] that Shakespeare’s ghost is Hamlet’s grandfather. Sargent peered

[1359] lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony

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

[1381] —Run on, Stephen said. Mr Deasy is calling you.

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

[1399] —What is the matter? What is it now?

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

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

[1432] is for shillings. Sixpences, halfcrowns. And here crowns. See.

[1460] don’t know yet what money is. Money is power. When you have lived

[1469] but an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English?

[1470] Do you know what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an

[1474] history is to blame: on me and on my words, unhating.

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

[1493] weeks’ board. The lump I have is useless.

[1605] be cured. It is cured. My cousin, Blackwood Price, writes to me it is

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

[1618] destruction. Old England is dying.

[1630] —A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew

[1631] or gentile, is he not?

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

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

[1654] —History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to

[1665] —That is God.

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

[1717] M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders’ association today at the

[1723] —That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to

3. Proteus

[1785] is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

[1790] the nacheinander. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the

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

[1833] stays about Him. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and

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

[1853] And and and and tell us, Stephen, how is uncle Si? O, weeping God, the

[1884] —Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. Where is she?

[1915] This wind is sweeter.

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

[1933] And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating

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

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

[1957] Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful. O

[1963] feels that one is at one with one who once...

[2040] mammoth skulls. Gold light on sea, on sand, on boulders. The sun is

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

[2093] flyblown faces of the gone. Loveless, landless, wifeless. She is quite

[2128] The flood is following me. I can watch it flow past from here. Get back

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

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

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

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

[2242] And thy quarrons dainty is.

[2247] dainty is. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber

[2288] stereoscope. Click does the trick. You find my words dark. Darkness is

[2305] soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone.

[2309] note and pencil into a pocket, his hat tilted down on his eyes. That is

[2315] the tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.

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

[2373] their end. By the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest

[2377] bad. Why, I wonder. Feel. That one is going too. Shells. Ought I go to a

[2379] superman. Why is that, I wonder, or does it mean something perhaps?

[2388] Behind. Perhaps there is someone.

4. Calypso

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

[2463] three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they

[2470] Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz’s. While the kettle is boiling. She

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

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

[2580] three and carry five. What is that, a bob here and there, dribs and

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

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

[2689] is like that Norwegian captain’s. Wonder if I’ll meet him today.

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

[2712] Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that?

[2713] Valuation is only twentyeight. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur:

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

[2835] —What time is the funeral?

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

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

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

[2958] There is a young student comes here some evenings named Bannon his

[2976] the first poor little Rudy wouldn’t live. Well, God is good, sir. She

[3016] Better where she is down there: away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to pass

[3053] All soil like that without dung. Household slops. Loam, what is this

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

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

[3069] Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Agendath what is it? Now, my miss.

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

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

5. Lotus Eaters

[3161] Aleph, Beth. And past Nichols’ the undertaker. At eleven it is. Time

[3183] cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Wonder is it like

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

[3194] volume is equal to the weight? It’s a law something like that.

[3196] curriculum. Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you say the

[3199] force of gravity of the earth is the weight.

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

[3231] paper is on the same tack now: an army rotten with venereal disease:

[3258] —Is there any... no trouble I hope? I see you’re...

[3260] —O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.

[3262] —To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time?

[3268] —I must try to get out there, M’Coy said. Eleven, is it? I only

[3280] Handsome is and handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable

[3281] Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. Possess her once take the starch

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

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

[3339] What is home without

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

[3409] Wonder is he pimping after me?

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

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

[3427] Every word is so deep, Leopold.

[3447] carried. Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer.

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

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

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

[3589] to be next some girl. Who is my neighbour? Jammed by the hour to slow

[3611] There’s a big idea behind it, kind of kingdom of God is within you

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

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

[3648] the whole atmosphere of the. Quite right. Perfectly right that is.

[3668] of voice is it? Must be curious to hear after their own strong basses.

[3731] Time enough yet. Better get that lotion made up. Where is this? Ah yes,

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

[3780] d’Espagne. That orangeflower water is so fresh. Nice smell these

[3809] —Hello, Bloom. What’s the best news? Is that today’s? Show us a

[3820] Lyons said. Where the bugger is it?

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

[3874] stream. This is my body.

6. Hades

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

[3949] —Who is that?

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

[3980] is a contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts. His name

[3983] mother or his aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as

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

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

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

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

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

[4115] —I did not then, Mr Dedalus said. Where is it?

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

[4132] It is now a month since dear Henry fled

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

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

[4184] feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I

[4188] falls off. But the shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders.

[4197] —How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom?

[4205] county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the

[4208] —Quite so, Martin Cunningham said. Mary Anderson is up there now.

[4212] —Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we’ll have all

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

[4237] Beautiful on that tre her voice is: weeping tone. A thrush. A throstle.

[4238] There is a word throstle that expresses that.

[4242] politeness perhaps. Nice fellow. Who knows is that true about the woman

[4244] there is no carnal. You would imagine that would get played out pretty

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

[4284] —What is that? Mr Dedalus asked. I didn’t hear it.

[4290] —What? Mr Dedalus asked. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it?

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

[4313] —Yes, Mr Bloom said. But the funny part is.....

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

[4393] —But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own

[4403] —They say a man who does it is a coward, Mr Dedalus said.

[4405] —It is not for us to judge, Martin Cunningham said.

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

[4473] Thursday, of course. Tomorrow is killing day. Springers. Cuffe sold them

[4490] —Yes, Mr Bloom said, and another thing I often thought, is to have

[4558] —I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Power said.

[4562] —How is that? Martin Cunningham said. Left him weeping, I suppose?

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

[4586] —So it is, Mr Dedalus said. A gruesome case. Seymour Bushe got him

[4600] Murderer is still at large. Clues. A shoelace. The body to be exhumed.

[4631] Where is that child’s funeral disappeared to?

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

[4653] boy followed with their wreaths. Who is that beside them? Ah, the

[4676] mortgaged. Martin is trying to get the youngster into Artane.

[4712] —And how is Dick, the solid man?

[4718] —Martin is going to get up a whip for the youngsters, Ned Lambert

[4720] the insurance is cleared up.

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

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

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

[4740] into the chapel. Which end is his head?

[4780] My kneecap is hurting me. Ow. That’s better.

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

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

[4827] —Her grave is over there, Jack, Mr Dedalus said. I’ll soon be

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

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

[4836] heaven if there is a heaven.

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

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

[4896] —Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan? John Henry Menton asked. I

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

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

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

[5006] Well, so it is. Ought to be flowers of sleep. Chinese cemeteries with

[5049] doesn’t know who is here nor care. Now who is that lankylooking galoot

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

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

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

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

[5096] Well, it is a long rest. Feel no more. It’s the moment you feel. Must

[5101] all you hid all your life. The death struggle. His sleep is not natural.

[5102] Press his lower eyelid. Watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking

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

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

[5140] —I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your

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

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

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

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

[5239] The Sacred Heart that is: showing it. Heart on his sleeve. Ought to be

[5274] clean no matter who it was. Ordinary meat for them. A corpse is meat

[5280] Where is that Parsee tower of silence? Eaten by birds. Earth, fire,

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

[5284] a fresh one is let down. Underground communication. We learned that from

[5297] death. There is another world after death named hell. I do not like that

[5320] —Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing.

7. Aeolus

[5385] —There it is, Red Murray said. Alexander Keyes.

[5422] —Don’t you think his face is like Our Saviour? Red Murray whispered.

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

[5464] WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT IS WE ANNOUNCE THE DISSOLUTION OF A MOST

[5473] HOW A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT

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

[5487] Dear Mr Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence? I’d like that

[5500] Soon be calling him my lord mayor. Long John is backing him, they say.

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

[5572] —The idea, Mr Bloom said, is the house of keys. You know, councillor,

[5597] to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to view

[5598] the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a

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

[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

[5689] is.

[5728] High falutin stuff. Bladderbags. Ned Lambert is taking a day off I see.

[5730] say. Old Chatterton, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his

[5739] —What is it? Mr Bloom asked.

[5753] —Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.

[5790] —Is the editor to be seen? J. J. O’Molloy asked, looking towards the

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

[5836] onions! That’ll do, Ned. Life is too short.

[5860] —What is it?

[5923] slip limply back on the file. Is that Canada swindle case on today?

[5972] Is the boss...? Yes, Telegraph... To where? Aha! Which auction rooms?...

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

[6042] for a drink. Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall. Came over last night.

[6053] murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it seems. Who has the most

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

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

[6109] —And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded.

[6126] governor is just gone.

[6157] —Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr

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

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

[6178] turning a horseshoe paperweight. Saving princes is a thank you job.

[6190] us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never

[6192] language. I speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is

[6193] the maxim: time is money. Material domination. Dominus! Lord! Where is

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

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

[6330] —Hop and carry one, is it? Myles Crawford said.

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

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

[6356] —B is parkgate. Good.

[6360] —T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon

[6370] —F to P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an alibi,

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

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

[6378] —Tell him go to hell, the editor said promptly. X is Davy’s

[6442] Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth? Must be

[6469] of forensic eloquence like Whiteside? Sufficient for the day is the

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

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

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

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

[6681] —That is oratory, the professor said uncontradicted.

[6693] —You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment?

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

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

[6699] which particular boosing shed...? My casting vote is: Mooney’s!

[6729] —Come along, Stephen, the professor said. That is fine, isn’t it? It

[6758] —Where is that? the professor asked.

[6820] —What is it? Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace.

[6834] the national library. House of keys, don’t you see? His name is Keyes.

[6845] Lenehan’s yachting cap on the cadge beyond. Usual blarney. Wonder is

[6915] MOLARS. ITHACANS VOW PEN IS CHAMP.

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

[6957] HORATIO IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY

8. Lestrygonians

[7001] druids’ altars. Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of

[7002] the church in Zion is coming.

[7004] Is coming! Is coming!! Is coming!!!

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

[7055] per sec is com. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of

[7062] That is how poets write, the similar sounds. But then Shakespeare has

[7063] no rhymes: blank verse. The flow of the language it is. The thoughts.

[7085] what kind is swanmeat. Robinson Crusoe had to live on them.

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

[7091] not salty? How is that?

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

[7123] that. After one. Timeball on the ballastoffice is down. Dunsink time.

[7124] Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball’s. Parallax. I

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

[7201] saint Kevin’s parade. Pen something. Pendennis? My memory is getting.

[7233] —No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven’t seen her for

[7282] they’d taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot arab

[7284] hunger that way. Pleasure or pain is it? Penny dinner. Knife and fork

[7292] medicinebottle. Pastille that was fell. What is she?...

[7316] —What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U. P.?

[7319] shame for them whoever he is.

[7321] —Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said.

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

[7389] —Who is he if it’s a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?

[7391] —His name is Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr

[7399] —There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to

[7429] darling because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is

[7452] is this she was like? O yes! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old

[7491] compound interest up to twentyone five per cent is a hundred shillings

[7519] belts. Policeman’s lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and

[7528] women. Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight. There is not in

[7566] who is the gentleman does be visiting there? Was the young master saying

[7587] You must have a certain fascination: Parnell. Arthur Griffith is a

[7590] Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government.

[7622] No-one is anything.

[7624] This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy: hate

[7635] There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that’s a

[7654] —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon which

[7661] And there he is too. Now that’s really a coincidence: second time.

[7686] poetry is even. Must be in a certain mood.

[7716] the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there

[7733] believe there is.

[7738] is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview moon.

[7740] of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm’s la-amp is gleaming, love. Touch.

[7747] With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here

[7760] hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere. The harp

[7836] others see us. Hungry man is an angry man. Working tooth and jaw.

[7868] born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost.

[7945] and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is home

[7991] —How much is that?

[8010] to scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn’t Blazes Boylan

[8040] till further orders. Keep him off the boose, see? O, by God, Blazes is a

[8073] Walden’s, won at Epsom. Morny Cannon is riding him. I could have got

[8101] cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I’m not thirsty. Bath

[8144] remember. Du de la is French. Still it’s the same fish perhaps old

[8153] grapes of Burgundy. Sun’s heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling

[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?

[8214] gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their

[8223] —And is he doing for the Freeman? Davy Byrne said.

[8243] —Is that a fact?

[8260] —And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here

[8302] —How is the main drainage? Nosey Flynn asked, sipping.

[8318] —Zinfandel is it? Nosey Flynn asked.

[8325] —Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said.

[8329] —Is it Zinfandel?

[8420] —You’re in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is

[8501] The belly is the smoothest. No-one about. There he goes into Frederick

[8513] he have, not seeing? Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being

[8534] Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer’s hospital. The

[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

[8547] heady. Yes, it is. The walk. Not see. Get on.

9. Scylla and Charybdis

[8630] —I feel you would need one more for Hamlet. Seven is dear to the

[8657] his shadow. I mean, whether Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex.

[8660] work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of

[8661] Gustave Moreau is the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley,

[8663] wisdom, Plato’s world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of

[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

[8687] plane of buddhi. The life esoteric is not for ordinary person. O.P.

[8709] Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of

[8713] Blake’s buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a

[8719] —Haines is gone, he said.

[8721] —Is he?

[8731] —The peatsmoke is going to his head, John Eglinton opined.

[8739] the hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the

[8742] of corruption in Mallarmé but the desirable life is revealed only to

[8777] to shoot. The bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the

[8786] —He will have it that Hamlet is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said for

[8796] —What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded

[8799] lies from virgin Dublin. Who is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning

[8800] to the world that has forgotten him? Who is King Hamlet?

[8806] —It is this hour of a day in mid June, Stephen said, begging with

[8807] a swift glance their hearing. The flag is up on the playhouse by the

[8822] castoff mail of a court buck, a wellset man with a bass voice. It is the

[8823] ghost, the king, a king and no king, and the player is Shakespeare who

[8835] Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost by absence, and in

[8838] prince Hamlet’s twin), is it possible, I want to know, or probable

[8841] mother is the guilty queen, Ann Shakespeare, born Hathaway?

[8849] mean when we read the poetry of King Lear what is it to us how the

[8852] the poet’s drinking, the poet’s debts. We have King Lear: and it is

[8925] —A shrew, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is not a useful portal of

[8947] lay in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. Is Katharine the

[8957] to the swelling act, is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a

[8981] you at Moore’s tonight? Piper is coming.

[8983] —Piper! Mr Best piped. Is Piper back?

[9003] said, friendly and earnest. Mr Russell, rumour has it, is gathering

[9014] two index fingers. Aristotle’s experiment. One or two? Necessity is

[9015] that in virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise.

[9016] Argal, one hat is one hat.

[9020] Young Colum and Starkey. George Roberts is doing the commercial part.

[9025] Mulligan is coming too. Moore asked him to bring Haines. Did you hear

[9026] Miss Mitchell’s joke about Moore and Martyn? That Moore is Martyn’s

[9029] says. Moore is the man for it. A knight of the rueful countenance here

[9031] the grand old tongue. And his Dulcinea? James Stephens is doing some

[9061] —Is it your view, then, that she was not faithful to the poet?

[9065] —Where there is a reconciliation, Stephen said, there must have been

[9097] death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak

[9100] —Certainly, John Eglinton mused, of all great men he is the most

[9104] —But Hamlet is so personal, isn’t it? Mr Best pleaded. I mean, a

[9106] I don’t care a button, don’t you know, who is killed or who is

[9117] Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a stern task before you.

[9127] weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where

[9131] when the mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that

[9142] Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.

[9144] —That mole is the last to go, Stephen said, laughing.

[9169] —The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a

[9185] his name is, say of it?

[9188] Perdita, that which was lost. What was lost is given back to him: his

[9202] —His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard

[9214] sonnets. The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. I own

[9227] you will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a

[9236] him there where love lies ableeding. If the shrew is worsted yet there

[9237] remains to her woman’s invisible weapon. There is, I feel in the

[9249] were he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. That is why the

[9250] speech (his lean unlovely English) is always turned elsewhere, backward.

[9255] because loss is his gain, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished

[9257] has revealed. His beaver is up. He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind

[9259] only in the heart of him who is the substance of his shadow, the son

[9320] an Irishman? Judge Barton, I believe, is searching for some clues. He

[9323] —The most brilliant of all is that story of Wilde’s, Mr Best said,

[9327] —For Willie Hughes, is it not? the quaker librarian asked.

[9354] —Do you think it is only a paradox? the quaker librarian was asking.

[9355] The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.

[9367] —The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the

[9370] quid? The aunt is going to call on your unsubstantial father. Telegram!

[9393] —The tramper Synge is looking for you, he said, to murder you. He

[9414] is it?

[9420] —Certainly, certainly, certainly. Is the gentleman?...

[9425] —Is he?... O, there!

[9454] —Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is no more. I found him over in the

[9461] —He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker

[9475] art, more than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, is the

[9488] his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a clean quality woman is

[9508] Juno’s eyes, violets. He walks. One life is all. One body. Do. But do.

[9515] —Say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets. Once spurned twice

[9535] —The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said frowning. If you

[9537] tell me why there is no mention of her during the thirtyfour years

[9545] O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in

[9589] —It is clear that there were two beds, a best and a secondbest, Mr

[9606] —He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan capped. A quart of ale is a dish

[9616] hands and said: All we can say is that life ran very high in those days.

[9643] witchroasting. The lost armada is his jeer in Love’s Labour Lost.

[9647] play Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our American cousin.

[9685] love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some

[9699] —Gentle Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said gently.

[9704] widow, is the will to die.

[9712] rare as a motorcar is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven

[9720] Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. It is an age of exhausted

[9726] that Russell is right. What do we care for his wife or father? I should

[9728] man. I feel that the fat knight is his supreme creation.

[9741] touched his hand. The voice, new warmth, speaking. Dr Bob Kenny is

[9744] —A father, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is a necessary

[9748] vita, with fifty of experience, is the beardless undergraduate from

[9749] Wittenberg then you must hold that his seventyyear old mother is the

[9754] with child. Fatherhood, in the sense of conscious begetting, is unknown

[9755] to man. It is a mystical estate, an apostolic succession, from only

[9757] the cunning Italian intellect flung to the mob of Europe the church is

[9761] in life. Paternity may be a legal fiction. Who is the father of any son

[9778] care. He is a new male: his growth is his father’s decline, his youth

[9813] Coriolanus. His boyson’s death is the deathscene of young Arthur in

[9814] King John. Hamlet, the black prince, is Hamnet Shakespeare. Who the

[9817] But there is another member of his family who is recorded.

[9836] sausage filled Gilbert’s soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a

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

[9854] BEST: I hope Edmund is going to catch it. I don’t want Richard, my

[9864] sonnets where there is Will in overplus. Like John o’Gaunt his name

[9865] is dear to him, as dear as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a bend

[9868] name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name

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

[9872] constellation which is the signature of his initial among the stars. His

[9889] —What is that, Mr Dedalus? the quaker librarian asked. Was it a

[9902] is strange enough. I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

[9944] brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.

[9948] Where is your brother? Apothecaries’ hall. My whetstone. Him, then

[9964] kings Richard is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare’s reverence,

[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

[9982] It repeats itself again when he is near the grave, when his married

[9983] daughter Susan, chip of the old block, is accused of adultery. But it

[9987] committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between the

[9988] lines of his last written words, it is petrified on his tombstone under

[9990] and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety everywhere

[9999] —The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He

[10000] is all in all.

[10002] —He is, Stephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act

[10003] five. All in all. In Cymbeline, in Othello he is bawd and cuckold. He

[10004] acts and is acted on. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like José he

[10005] kills the real Carmen. His unremitting intellect is the hornmad Iago

[10012] —And what a character is Iago! undaunted John Eglinton exclaimed.

[10013] When all is said Dumas fils (or is it Dumas père?) is right. After God

[10020] motion is ended. Gravediggers bury Hamlet père and Hamlet fils. A king

[10023] Dubliner, sorrow for the dead is the only husband from whom they refuse

[10030] doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend.

[10031] Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves,

[10036] Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, is doubtless all in all

[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

[10081] I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. That is, help me to believe or help

[10110] Life is many days. This will end.

[10153] Is that?... Blueribboned hat... Idly writing... What? Looked?...

[10204] —Longworth is awfully sick, he said, after what you wrote about that

[10231] —The disguise, I fear, is thin. But listen.

[10258] Part. The moment is now. Where then? If Socrates leave his house today,

10. Wandering Rocks

[10666] —Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?

[10704] A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the

[10737] —Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?

[10821] Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion?

[10838] is she? The way she’s holding up her bit of a skirt. Wonder will that

[10859] —Who’s that? Ned Lambert asked. Is that Crotty?

[10863] —Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute

[10875] himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin.

[10876] O’Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days.

[10909] —Pleasure is mine, sir, Ned Lambert answered.

[10919] Michael’s, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He’s writing a book about

[10943] —Well, Jack. What is it? What’s the trouble? Wait awhile. Hold hard.

[10975] —See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.

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

[11033] —O. Madden, Lenehan said. And a game filly she is.

[11049] —There he is, Lenehan said.

[11053] —Leopoldo or the Bloom is on the Rye, Lenehan said.

[11119] last she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. And what star is that,

[11120] Poldy? says she. By God, she had Bloom cornered. That one, is it? says

[11132] —He’s a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He’s

[11160] Know the kind that is. Had it? Yes.

[11262] —Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin

[11287] care if I was stretched out stiff. He’s dead. The man upstairs is

[11292] —Well, what is it? he said, stopping.

[11344] anything! O, sure they wouldn’t really! Is it little sister Monica!

[11358] float and the firehose all burst. What I can’t understand is how

[11360] straight, Mr Crimmins. You know why? Palm oil. Is that a fact? Without

[11361] a doubt. Well now, look at that. And America they say is the land of the

[11364] I smiled at him. America, I said quietly, just like that. What is it?

[11393] ferrywash, Elijah is coming.

[11397] body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Is that Ned

[11413] Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan’s? Or no, there was a

[11415] in the wall. Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Well, well. Better

[11442] is: Ingram. They were gentlemen. Ben Dollard does sing that ballad

[11514] Binding too good probably. What is this? Eighth and ninth book of Moses.

[11543] nervously. Is it any good?

[11561] She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will

[11583] —Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?

[11587] —With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.

[11591] get him to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.

[11601] —There he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets.

[11630] —And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin? Father Cowley asked.

[11673] —Then our friend’s writ is not worth the paper it’s printed on,

[11675] particulars. 29 Windsor avenue. Love is the name?

[11728] —I’ll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.

[11751] —And long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, as large as

[11827] —Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.

[11849] —I’m sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all

[11869] white death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a

[11889] —Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write

[11897] —This is real Irish cream I take it, he said with forbearance. I

[11950] is it? May the twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He

[11988] him again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to

11. Sirens

[12126] Blew. Blue bloom is on the.

[12143] O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking.

[12158] Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.

[12199] Naminedamine. Preacher is he:

[12245] —Is that her? asked miss Kennedy.

[12295] —What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked.

[12299] —Your beau, is it?

[12313] —Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn’t conduct himself

[12393] white under, come to me. God they believe she is: or goddess. Those

[12511] Buy paper. Daly’s. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is

[12565] —I see, he said. I didn’t recognise him for the moment. I hear he is

[12578] boy of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of

[8243] —Is that a fact?

[12600] —Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.

[12623] Means something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is.

[12628] jaunting car. It is. Again. Third time. Coincidence.

[12659] —... the morn is breaking.

[12713] Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.

[12717] Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there.

[12736] That is to say she. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.

[12763] —What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four?

[12861] warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let me

[12950] —Yes. Is she alive?

[12962] —Irish? I don’t know, faith. Is she, Simon?

[12966] —Buccinator muscle is... What?... Bit rusty... O, she is... My Irish

[13023] In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and War someone is.

[13048] Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,

[13127] —Which air is that? asked Leopold Bloom.

[13129] —All is lost now.

[13133] he’s proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two

[13135] motives he twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all.

[13136] Echo. How sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he

[13143] why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.

[13152] Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking

[13189] Pat, bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the

[13203] Love that is singing: love’s old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly the

[13242] —... ray of hope is...

[13247] Martha it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel’s song.

[13398] —Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.

[13399] Few lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who

[13400] is this wrote? Know the name you know better. Take out sheet notepaper,

[13405] —It is, Bloom said.

[13407] Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by two

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

[13409] plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures juggling. Always

[13413] suppose you said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive

[13414] thousand. Fall quite flat. It’s on account of the sounds it is.

[13446] put? Some pock or oth. It is utterl imposs. Underline imposs. To write

[13454] gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne’s. Is eight about. Say half a

[13460] believe. Believe. The tank. It. Is. True.

[13472] Brunswick street, hatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and

[13481] know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he

[13504] In Gerard’s rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is

[13509] House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn’t hear. Deaf beetle he is.

[13515] Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of his

[13516] hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He

[13517] waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits

[13549] Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside.

[13557] The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood it is. Souse in

[13588] dockleaves. Nice that is. Look: look, look, look, look, look: you look

[13591] That’s joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other

[13606] It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is.

[13608] resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the

[13685] corpusnomine. Wonder where that rat is by now. Scrape.

[13700] Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face?

[13785] is life. And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair.

[13841] upon my soul and honour it is.

[13883] is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it?

[13983] Locks and keys! Sweep! Four o’clock’s all’s well! Sleep! All is

[13985] Waken the dead. Pom. Dignam. Poor little nominedomine. Pom. It is music.

[13997] Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Horn. Who had

[13998] the? Heehaw shesaw. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst! Any

[14008] learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if you

[14009] don’t want it. That’s what good salesman is. Make you buy what he

[14023] Emmet’s last words. Seven last words. Of Meyerbeer that is.

12. Cyclops

[14163] it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the

[14171] that region is thoroughly well supplied. Lovely maidens sit in close

[14181] And there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen

[14204] premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling,

[14220] —There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and

[14247] —Foreign wars is the cause of it.

[14345] the son of Rory: it is he. Impervious to fear is Rory’s son: he of the

[14420] the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G

[14423] —When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? says Joe.

[14425] —Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. Is that Alf Bergan?

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

[14491] —Is it Paddy? says Joe.

[14567] He is gone from mortal haunts: O’Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet was

[14571] —There he is again, says the citizen, staring out.

[14587] —Who said Christ is good?

[14591] —Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy

[14609] The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat. Fitter

[14656] terms is five ginnees.

[14660] —And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says the citizen.

[14756] married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley.

[14779] —You don’t grasp my point, says Bloom. What I mean is...

[14809] entertainment and a word of praise is due to the Little Sisters of

[14921] and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye in that record

[14950] antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. Antitreating is

[14959] entertainment, don’t be talking. Ireland sober is Ireland free. And

[14983] and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the

[14987] lower animals (and their name is legion) should make a point of not

[14991] acquaintances Owen Garry. The exhibition, which is the result of years

[15002] contemporary) of the harsher and more personal note which is found in

[15010] isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated

[15012] caught. Perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly increased

[15049] —Holy Wars, says Joe, laughing, that’s a good one if old Shylock is

[15060] of the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand that

[15078] slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded,

[15105] screeching laughing at one another. How is your testament? Have you got

[15125] —Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? says Joe.

[15156] Ga Ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen. She lays eggs for

[15157] us. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Then

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

[15170] Field is going. I couldn’t phone. No. You’re sure?

[15179] animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming

[15185] honourable member’s question is in the affirmative.

[15191] Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative.

[15208] There he is sitting there. The man that got away James Stephens. The

[15217] —Is that really a fact? says Alf.

[15288] —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training

[15340] —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he’s

[15343] —He is, says Joe. Isn’t he?

[15348] —Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn’t she? says Joe.

[15367] and bowed. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful

[15427] —Of course an action would lie, says J. J. It implies that he is not

[15434] —Yes, says J. J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an

[15452] that is.

[15456] old stuttering fool. Cruelty to animals so it is to let that bloody

[15467] —And moreover, says J. J., a postcard is publication. It was held to

[15478] —-There he is again, says Joe.

[15552] the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His

[15596] —And here she is, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette

[15609] —O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, how short your shirt is!

[15652] —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

[15682] —Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. Throwaway,

[15684] is Sceptre.

[15723] Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the

[15779] first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag

[15786] life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled

[15813] is. Read the revelations that’s going on in the papers about flogging

[15843] —And the tragedy of it is, says the citizen, they believe it. The

[15886] what it is? They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. Aren’t

[15902] come where the boose is cheaper.

[15934] —Persecution, says he, all the history of the world is full of it.

[15941] —What is it? says John Wyse.

[15943] —A nation? says Bloom. A nation is the same people living in the same

[15956] —What is your nation if I may ask? says the citizen.

[15998] —Show us over the drink, says I. Which is which?

[16002] —And I belong to a race too, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.

[16025] knows that it’s the very opposite of that that is really life.

[16030] he to John Wyse. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is

[16040] —That chap? says the citizen. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Love,

[16048] brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. His Majesty the King loves Her

[16064] and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love

[16101] —Is that by Griffith? says John Wyse.

[16112] what’s this his name is?

[16124] —Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on

[16127] —Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a

[16146] is five quid) and when they were in the (dark horse) pisser Burke was

[16159] puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.

[16223] —Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.

[16237] —Why not? says J. J., when he’s quite sure which country it is.

[16239] —Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the

[16240] hell is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.

[16242] —Who is Junius? says J. J.

[16263] be their Messiah. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I

[16283] middlings he is. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a

[16291] —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. But where is he? We can’t

[16294] —A wolf in sheep’s clothing, says the citizen. That’s what he is.

[16307] —Well, says Martin, rapping for his glass. God bless all here is my

[16443] equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them

[16477] —Eh, mister! Your fly is open, mister!

[16536] —Where is he till I murder him?

[16555] grade of Mercalli’s scale, and there is no record extant of a similar

[16563] progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to be

13. Nausicaa

[16637] the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to

[16684] house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose

[16710] —Tell us who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your

[16715] —Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.

[16720] her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy’s sweetheart. Gerty is

[16749] never speak to her again. No. Honour where honour is due. There was

[16848] And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is

[16849] there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give

[16870] charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet

[17142] never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too a haven of refuge for

[17280] face. It is for you, Gertrude MacDowell, and you know it.

[17482] was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom (for it is he)

[17520] wrong by the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. A defect is ten times worse

[17523] like a nun or a negress or a girl with glasses. That squinty one is

[17543] those girls or is it all a fake? Lingerie does it. Felt for the curves

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

[17610] kiddies. Well, aren’t they? See her as she is spoil all. Must have the

[17634] the trouble. But might happen sometime, I don’t think. Come in, all is

[17635] prepared. I dreamt. What? Worst is beginning. How they change the venue

[17652] There she is with them down there for the fireworks. My fireworks. Up

[17703] this relief much thanks. In Hamlet, that is. Lord! It was all things

[17724] with wind. Mrs Beaufoy, Purefoy. Must call to the hospital. Wonder is

[17745] wet is very unpleasant. Stuck. Well the foreskin is not back. Better

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

[17755] in Pill lane. Also that now is magnetism. Back of everything magnetism.

[17761] Come. Tip. Woman and man that is. Fork and steel. Molly, he. Dress

[17766] Wonder how is she feeling in that region. Shame all put on before third

[17778] you this to think of me when I’m far away on the pillow. What is it?

[17784] conductor, is it? Or bad? Light too. Suppose there’s some connection.

[17788] blown across. Yes, it is. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this

[17789] morning, smell them leagues off. Tell you what it is. It’s like a fine

[17796] Reminds me of strawberries and cream. Wonder where it is really. There

[17817] Almonds or. No. Lemons it is. Ah no, that’s the soap.

[17836] who is he now. The Mystery Man on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr

[17842] prophecy that is about ships around they fly in the twinkling. No. Signs

[17843] of rain it is. The royal reader. And distant hills seem coming nigh.

[17848] flash better. Women. Light is a kind of reassuring. Not going to hurt

[17893] yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. And just when he

[17901] Ba. What is that flying about? Swallow? Bat probably. Thinks I’m a

[17910] in the valuation when I was in Thom’s. Twentyeight it is. Two houses

[17911] they have. Gabriel Conroy’s brother is curate. Ba. Again. Wonder why

[17915] a jar by throwing in pebbles. Like a little man in a cloak he is with

[17981] Don’t know what death is at that age. And then their stomachs clean.

[17985] Is it only half fun? Or children playing battle. Whole earnest. How can

[17993] Made me laugh to see. Little paps to begin with. Left one is more

[17995] if fat is in fashion. Her growing pains at night, calling, wakening

[18032] loved for ever, they say. Ugly: no woman thinks she is. Love, lie and be

[18034] find out who played the trick. U. p: up. Fate that is. He, not me. Also

[18062] letters. O, those transparent! Besides they don’t know. What is the

14. Oxen of the Sun

[18133] Universally that person’s acumen is esteemed very little perceptive

[18135] mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that

[18139] equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more

[18144] incorrupted benefaction. For who is there who anything of some

[18145] significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior

[18147] the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that

[18161] It is not why therefore we shall wonder if, as the best historians

[18171] preconsidered or as the maturation of experience it is difficult in

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

[18198] and human, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to tumescence

[18200] mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come by her

[18207] Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming

[18245] Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the

[18246] dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came

[18296] that therein is like to the juices of the olivepress. And also it was

[18336] side the board, that is to wit, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary

[18373] Murmur, sirs, is eke oft among lay folk. Both babe and parent now

[18376] impossibilise, which is the sin against the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord

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

[18410] and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. That is truth,

[18420] could save so dark is destiny. And she was wondrous stricken of heart

[18435] vicar of Christ which also as he said is vicar of Bray. Now drink we,

[18436] quod he, of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel

[18447] woman’s womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all

[18448] flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is

[18449] the postcreation. Omnis caro ad te veniet. No question but her name is

[18452] that She hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem, that is to wit, an

[18453] almightiness of petition because she is the second Eve and she won

[18456] seed, breed and generation, for a penny pippin. But here is the matter

[18507] delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Francis Beaumont that is

[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

[18550] and ablation towards the final which is agreeable unto nature so is it

[18558] is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness

[18606] other land which is called Believe-on-Me, that is the land of promise

[18608] is no death and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall

[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

[18660] Fitzgibbon’s door (that is to sit with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the

[18662] from Mr Moore’s the writer’s (that was a papish but is now, folk

[18676] Moll with red slippers on in a pair of Turkey trunks which is thought by

[18680] queasy for a bowl of riceslop that is a shrewd drier up of the insides

[18686] a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to be seen any fair sabbath

[18715] is, hearing this talk asked was it poetry or a tale. Faith, no, he says,

[18754] says Mr Dixon. It is that same bull that was sent to our island by

[18787] Harry, Green is the grass that grows on the ground. And, says Mr Dixon,

[18803] champion bull of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which is good bog Latin for boss

[18965] of the town), is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre biche, they have

[18970] umbrella, were it no bigger than a fairy mushroom, is worth ten such

[18978] breach of the proprieties, is the fittest, nay, the only garment. The

[18981] chamber of my ear), the first is a bath... But at this point a bell

[18995] so, said Mr Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater

[19012] Deity, is the greatest power for happiness upon the earth. I am positive

[19016] them. What? Malign such an one, the amiable Miss Callan, who is the

[19020] such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered

[19035] of that age upon which it is commonly charged that it knows not

[19036] pity. The young sparks, it is true, were as full of extravagancies

[19062] severe, is ever (as the chaste fancy of the Holy Writer expresses it)

[19095] the noblest. But, he further added, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup

[19102] internal polity? Where is now that gratitude which loyalty should have

[19105] moment to discharge his piece against the empire of which he is a tenant

[19107] forgotten this as he forgets all benefits received? Or is it that from

[19108] being a deluder of others he has become at last his own dupe as he is,

[19121] question of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and

[19126] habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in

[19130] that now engross him. His marital breast is the repository of secrets

[19131] which decorum is reluctant to adduce. The lewd suggestions of some faded

[19133] new exponent of morals and healer of ills is at his best an exotic tree

[19137] is stagnant, acid and inoperative.

[19218] history is to blame. Yes, it is true. I am the murderer of Samuel

[19220] is the appearance is on me. Tare and ages, what way would I be resting

[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!

[19232] repeated: Lex talionis. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without

[19237] much thanks. The lonely house by the graveyard is uninhabited. No

[19239] nocturnal rat peers from his hole. A curse is on it. It is haunted.

[19242] What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the

[19244] merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as

[19245] her mood. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing

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

[19250] is seen, precociously manly, walking on a nipping morning from the old

[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),

[19265] month before. But hey, presto, the mirror is breathed on and the young

[19267] mist. Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his

[19270] first. Together (she is a poor waif, a child of shame, yours and mine

[19278] terror the poor girl flees away through the murk. She is the bride of

[19282] thy loins is by thee. There is none now to be for Leopold, what Leopold

[19285] The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the

[19286] infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is wafted over regions

[19293] fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Agendath is a waste land, a home of

[19294] screechowls and the sandblind upupa. Netaim, the golden, is no more. And

[19309] of metempsychosis, it is she, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the

[19310] daystar, the bride, ever virgin. It is she, Martha, thou lost one,

[19348] partook. A tear fell: one only. A whacking fine whip, said Lenehan, is

[19349] W. Lane. Four winners yesterday and three today. What rider is like him?

[19351] canter is still his. But let us bear it as was the ancient wont. Mercy

[19352] on the luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh. She is not the

[19365] She is more taking then. Her posies too! Mad romp that she is, she had

[19378] Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. His soul is far

[19379] away. It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be

[19448] them as best he can. There may be, it is true, some questions which

[19452] (the postmenstrual period, assert others) is responsible for the birth

[19454] differentiating factors or is it, as most embryologists incline to

[19460] problem raised by the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant

[19461] mortality. It is interesting because, as he pertinently remarks, we

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

[19485] is too rare to be normative. In fact when one comes to look into it the

[19486] wonder is that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off so well as they

[19488] often baulk nature in her intentions. An ingenious suggestion is

[19494] our public parks is subject to a law of numeration as yet unascertained.

[19505] productive of pain to some of our feelings (notably the maternal), is

[19525] and 31 Holles street, of which, as is well known, Dr A. Horne (Lic. in

[19526] Midw., F. K. Q. C. P. I.) is the able and popular master, he is reported

[19542] her eyes, that longing hunger for baby fingers (a pretty sight it is

[19547] mite of God’s clay, the fruit of their lawful embraces. He is older

[19579] evening or at the feast, at midnight, when he is now filled with wine.

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

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

[19640] The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence

[19653] is drenched. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his Joan? A canting jay

[19654] and a rheumeyed curdog is all their progeny. Pshaw, I tell thee! He is

[19658] cohabitation! Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding! She is a hoary

[19672] what? Ay, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. No dollop

[19712] Digs up near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do.

[19741] seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He’ve got the

[19803] see the like since I was born. Tiens, tiens, but it is well sad, that,

[19821] is. Righto, any old time. Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis. You coming

[19823] Hush! Sinned against the light and even now that day is at hand when

[19827] gospeller on the Merrion hall? Elijah is coming! Washed in the blood

15. Circe

[19949] likes of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with

[19987] LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the

[20029] BLOOM: What is that? A flasher? Searchlight.

[20073] Third time is the charm. Shoe trick. Insolent driver. I ought to report

[20104] BLOOM: Keep to the right, right, right. If there is a signpost planted

[20263] night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Sixtyseven is a bitch.

[20344] finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Subject, what is in this

[20359] curiosity to find out whether some person’s something is a little

[20365] ottoman. Under the mistletoe. Two is company.

[20397] Hnhn. The answer is a lemon. Have you a little present for me there?

[20400] potted meat is incomplete. I was at Leah, Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Trenchant

[20559] for the night or collision. Second drink does it. Once is a dose.

[20660] offers it.) Allow me. My club is the Junior Army and Navy. Solicitors:

[20669] is the flower in question. It was given me by a man I don’t know his

[20682] THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of

[20699] MARTHA: (Sobbing behind her veil.) Breach of promise. My real name is

[20703] BLOOM: (Behind his hand.) She’s drunk. The woman is inebriated. (He

[20738] inventor, something that is an entirely new departure. I am connected

[20748] Europe. You which? Bluebags? Who writes? Is it Bloom?

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

[20772] My literary agent Mr J. B. Pinker is in attendance. I presume, my

[20822] MARY DRISCOLL: (Excitedly.) As God is looking down on me this night if

[20889] with a voice of pained protest.) This is no place for indecent levity

[20891] a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. My

[20892] client is an infant, a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as

[20893] a stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny. The trumped up

[20903] between the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck

[20904] from cobbler’s weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian

[20917] (He is howled down.)

[20919] J. J. O’MOLLOY: (Hotly to the populace.) This is a lonehand fight. By

[20928] the hidden hand is again at its old game. When in doubt persecute Bloom.

[20933] wants to go straight. I regard him as the whitest man I know. He is down

[20941] silver haze is projected on the wall. Moses Dlugacz, ferreteyed albino,

[20961] (A paper with something written on it is handed into court.)

[20986] Also to me. Yes, I believe it is the same objectionable person. Because

[21081] streets. I’ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown

[21122] FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. Another girl’s plait cut. Wanted:

[21127] THE CRIER: (Loudly.) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a

[21141] be hanged by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your

[21173] SECOND WATCH: (Points to the corner.) The bomb is here.

[21187] PADDY DIGNAM: (In a hollow voice.) It is true. It was my funeral. Doctor

[21197] BLOOM: The voice is the voice of Esau.

[21199] SECOND WATCH: (Blesses himself.) How is that possible?

[21201] FIRST WATCH: It is not in the penny catechism.

[21210] The poor wife was awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off

[21238] fungus turtle paws under a grey carapace. Dignam’s voice, muffled, is

[21247] (He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the air and is engulfed in the

[21269] BLOOM: Is this Mrs Mack’s?

[21304] oriental music is played. He gazes in the tawny crystal of her eyes,

[21344] tie and apache cap.) Mankind is incorrigible. Sir Walter Ralegh brought

[21347] memory, will, understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison

[21384] Machines is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. Laboursaving

[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

[21435] the dove, the curtana. He is seated on a milkwhite horse with long

[21438] air is perfumed with essences. The men cheer. Bloom’s boys run amid

[21447] A BLACKSMITH: (Murmurs.) For the honour of God! And is that Bloom? He

[21504] (The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the Black

[21516] (The freedom of the city is presented to him embodied in a charter. The

[21518] all that he is wearing green socks.)

[21524] telling effect. Half a league onward! They charge! All is lost now! Do

[21540] BLOOM: My beloved subjects, a new era is about to dawn. I, Bloom, tell

[21541] you verily it is even now at hand. Yea, on the word of a Bloom, ye shall

[21542] ere long enter into the golden city which is to be, the new Bloomusalem

[21547] It is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the shape of a

[21562] man is Leopold M’Intosh, the notorious fireraiser. His real name is

[21588] cheeks amid great acclamation. A magnesium flashlight photograph is

[21622] (The rams’ horns sound for silence. The standard of Zion is hoisted.)

[21629] (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.)

[21631] JIMMY HENRY: The Court of Conscience is now open. His Most Catholic

[21661] CHRIS CALLINAN: What is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of

[21686] CROFTON: This is indeed a festivity.

[21720] FATHER FARLEY: He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian

[21740] BLOOM: What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar? The Rows of

[21767] man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian

[21771] bronzed with infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse.

[21772] A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his

[21783] BLOOM: (Excitedly.) This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again.

[21785] He is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin’s Barn. Slander, the

[21791] is bisexually abnormal. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace’s

[21793] epilepsy is present, the consequence of unbridled lust. Traces of

[21795] marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. Ambidexterity is also

[21796] latent. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in

[21805] DR MADDEN: Hypsospadia is also marked. In the interest of coming

[21809] DR CROTTHERS: I have examined the patient’s urine. It is albuminoid.

[21810] Salivation is insufficient, the patellar reflex intermittent.

[21812] DR PUNCH COSTELLO: The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

[21814] DR DIXON: (Reads a bill of health.) Professor Bloom is a finished

[21815] example of the new womanly man. His moral nature is simple and lovable.

[21816] Many have found him a dear man, a dear person. He is a rather quaint

[21820] everything. He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that

[21827] called upon to speak. He is about to have a baby.

[21888] A DEADHAND: (Writes on the wall.) Bloom is a cod.

[21919] sins of the people to Azazel, the spirit which is in the wilderness, and

[21941] REUBEN J: (Whispers hoarsely.) The squeak is out. A split is gone for

[21990] to be. Life’s dream is o’er. End it peacefully. They can live on.

[21999] BLOOM: (Bitterly.) Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and bottle.

[22009] Yorkshire born. (She holds his hand which is feeling for her nipple.) I

[22022] monster. (Earnestly.) You know how difficult it is. I needn’t tell

[22060] threshold.) After you is good manners.

[22067] frowns, then smiles, preoccupied. A door on the return landing is flung

[22075] floor is covered with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar

[22080] is spread a screen of peacock feathers. Lynch squats crosslegged on

[22120] STEPHEN: As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto

[22121] Marcello found it or made it. The rite is the poet’s rest. It may be

[22123] It is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian

[22125] David’s that is Circe’s or what am I saying Ceres’ altar and

[22127] alrightness of his almightiness. Mais nom de nom, that is another pair

[22129] points at Lynch’s cap, smiles, laughs.) Which side is your knowledge

[22132] THE CAP: (With saturnine spleen.) Bah! It is because it is. Woman’s

[22133] reason. Jewgreek is greekjew. Extremes meet. Death is the highest form

[22141] STEPHEN: Here’s another for you. (He frowns.) The reason is because

[22147] STEPHEN: (With an effort.) Interval which. Is the greatest possible

[22168] FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer.

[22188] stumps forward. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim’s wallet from

[22234] surplice with funnel sleeves he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum

[22235] about which the banner of old glory is draped. He thumps the parapet.)

[22240] time is 12.25. Tell mother you’ll be there. Rush your order and you

[22252] snappiest line out. It is immense, supersumptuous. It restores. It

[22297] discreetly.) He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the

[22318] head writhe eels and elvers. He is encrusted with weeds and shells. His

[22343] ZOE: (Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the

[22361] two steps to the left on gawky pink stilts. He is sausaged into several

[22364] O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell. On his head is perched an

[22367] VIRAG: (Heels together, bows.) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely.

[22368] (He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Promiscuous nakedness is much in

[22370] that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you

[22378] gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I

[22384] BLOOM: She is rather lean.

[22402] number three. There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. Observe

[22413] VIRAG: (His tongue upcurling.) Lyum! Look. Her beam is broad. She is

[22433] is a funny sound. (He coughs encouragingly.) But possibly it is only a

[22453] melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. Virag is going to talk about

[22460] From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step. Pyjamas, let us say?

[22469] this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is

[22485] which Doctor L. B. says is the book sensation of the year. Some, to

[22487] is his appropriate sun. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Chase me, Charley!

[22506] BLOOM: (Absently.) Ocularly woman’s bivalve case is worse. Always open

[22525] he is Gerald. O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Will some

[22554] There is a flower that bloometh.

[22561] Expect this is the. Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old

[22583] PHILIP SOBER: Take a fool’s advice. All is not well. Work it out with

[22598] STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

[22709] HENRY: All is lost now.

[22728] LYNCH: He is. A cardinal’s son.

[22768] zigzag behind him. His voice is heard mellow from afar, merciful male,

[22779] ZOE: The devil is in that door.

[22781] (A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking the

[22822] (A firm heelclacking tread is heard on the stairs.)

[22828] Influence taste too, mauve. But it is so long since I. Seems new. Aphro.

[22832] is dressed in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the hem with

[22836] olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted

[22849] THE FAN: (Half opening, then closing.) And the missus is master.

[22852] BLOOM: (Looks down with a sheepish grin.) That is so.

[22859] THE FAN: (Folded akimbo against her waist.) Is me her was you dreamed

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

[22883] RICHIE GOULDING: (Bagweighted, passes the door.) Mocking is catch. Best

[23037] cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg.) I see Keating Clay is elected

[23131] BELLO: (Sternly.) No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the corner

[23199] Hanaper and Petty Bag office) is on the lookout for a maid of all work

[23232] skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is a

[23255] my gay young fellow! He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Well

[23272] BELLO: (Ruthlessly.) No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman’s will

[23283] Mat Dillon’s! But that dress, the green! And her hair is dyed gold and

[23322] secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Your epitaph is written. You

[23347] the earth. The passing bell is heard. Darkshawled figures of the

[23406] or rather was pushed. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. For the rest

[23407] there is that English invention, pamphlet of which I received some days

[23409] vent. (He sighs.) ’Twas ever thus. Frailty, thy name is marriage.

[23431] (The sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade.)

[23437] THE YEWS: (Mingling their boughs.) Listen. Whisper. She is right, our

[23478] THE YEWS: (Rustling.) She is right, our sister. Whisper. (Whispered

[23495] time. Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon. Lotty Clarke,

[23617] lives! Fair play, madam. No pruningknife. The fox and the grapes, is it?

[23649] bully’s cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of

[23662] to the table.) What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is my own.

[23671] BLOOM: (With feeling.) It is nothing, but still, a relic of poor mamma.

[23676] God’ll ask you where is that

[23679] BLOOM: There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.

[23681] STEPHEN: To have or not to have that is the question.

[23706] and takes out and hands her two crowns.) Permit, brevi manu, my sight is

[23757] BLOOM: This is yours.

[23759] STEPHEN: How is that? Le distrait or absentminded beggar. (He fumbles

[23772] BLOOM: I will but is it wise? (He counts.) One, seven, eleven, and five.

[23779] BLOOM: That is one pound six and eleven. One pound seven, say.

[23786] cigarette from the sofa to the table.) And so Georgina Johnson is dead

[23815] ZOE: Is he hungry?

[23845] DON JOHN CONMEE: Now, Father Dolan! Now. I’m sure that Stephen is a

[23887] BLOOM: (Points to his hand.) That weal there is an accident. Fell and

[23947] BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is in her bath, sir.

[23955] BELLA: What? What is it?

[24033] SUSY: Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!

[24073] Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show

[24236] his buttonhole is an immense dahlia. He twirls in reversed directions

[24377] face worn and noseless, green with gravemould. Her hair is scant and

[24397] is this?

[24419] strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the

[24511] the chimney’s broken. Here is all he...

[24518] FLORRY: (With a glass of water, enters.) Where is he?

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

[24545] of the house. Bloom at the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher who is

[24559] walks, runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back. He is pelted with gravel,

[24630] their shirts. Shirt is synechdoche. Part for the whole.

[24643] trouble is on here. What is it precisely?

[24652] vigorously.) Come now, professor, that carman is waiting.

[24663] STEPHEN: (Laughs emptily.) My centre of gravity is displaced. I have

[24665] for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the

[24667] brow.) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.

[24684] which an image of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the insignia of

[24687] artillery company of Massachusetts. He sucks a red jujube. He is robed

[24690] which is printed Défense d’uriner. A roar of welcome greets him.)

[24704] of view though I have no king myself for the moment. This is the age of

[24705] patent medicines. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the

[24723] Taken a little more than is good for him. Absinthe. Greeneyed monster. I

[24729] PRIVATE CARR: I don’t give a bugger who he is.

[24731] PRIVATE COMPTON: We don’t give a bugger who he is.

[24753] BIDDY THE CLAP: One immediately observes that he is of patrician

[24809] STEPHEN: (Throws up his hands.) O, this is too monotonous! Nothing. He

[2242] And thy quarrons dainty is.

[24917] midnight sun is darkened. The earth trembles. The dead of Dublin

[24922] He is followed by a race of runners and leapers. In wild attitudes they

[24955] is stuck.) My body.

[25016] The soldier hit him. He’s a professor. Is he hurted? Don’t manhandle

[25039] CISSY CAFFREY: (With expectation.) Is he bleeding!

[25058] PRIVATE CARR: (Staggering as he is pulled away.) God fuck old Bennett.

[25105] want any scandal, you understand. Father is a wellknown highly respected

[25185] sleep to continue for what else is to be done. With a slow nod Bloom

[25186] conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs. The car

[25189] Kelleher that he is reassuraloomtay. The tinkling hoofs and jingling

[25194] BLOOM: Eh! Ho! (There is no answer; he bends again.) Mr Dedalus! (There

[25195] is no answer.) The name if you call. Somnambulist. (He bends again

[25197] Stephen! (There is no answer. He calls again.) Stephen!

16. Eumaeus

[25318] life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke’s the

[25319] baker’s it is said.

[25399] Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters,

[25519] laughingly, Stephen, that is:

[25521] —He is down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named

[25541] a smile, will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the

[25554] —I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly.

[25562] that is, and that English tourist friend of his, who eventually euchred

[25583] your shoes. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all

[25584] probability he never realised what it is to be without regular meals. Of

[25602] —Except it simply amounts to one thing and he is what they call

[25662] write your poetry in that language? Bella Poetria! It is so melodious

[25670] —Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the

[25765] Know where that is?

[25791] arrival is on her knee, post mortem child. With a high ro! and a randy

[25929] of city life in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her

[25990] is bliss Mr B. and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both

[26070] —What age is he? queried one hearer who, by the way, seen from the

[26094] name of Antonio, done that. There he is himself, a Greek.

[26101] —See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is cursing the mate. And

[26102] there he is now, he added, the same fellow, pulling the skin with his

[26146] with Bewley and Draper’s marking ink (hers were, that is) if they

[26147] really loved him, that is to say, love me, love my dirty shirt. Still

[26162] course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition.

[26163] Still no matter what the cause is from...

[26170] buy the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.

[26192] —They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and

[26195] can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other

[26204] —Simple? I shouldn’t think that is the proper word. Of course, I

[26206] a blue moon. But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for

[26225] My belief is, to tell you the candid truth, that those bits were genuine

[26312] Giants, though that is rather a far cry, you see once in a way, Marcella

[26342] My wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half that is. Point of fact she could

[26365] way you find but what I’m talking about is the female form. Besides

[26368] it may be, possibly is, a foible of mine but still it’s a thing I

[26541] being on all fours with the confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was

[26592] four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name is or after all any

[26596] of the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to

[26597] right and wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly is

[26648] Mater, vita bene. Where you can live well, the sense is, if you work.

[26666] the thing. Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel

[26672] Each is equally important.

[26782] he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which many friends of the

[26799] —Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked as soon as his bottom

[26802] —It is. Really, Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to

[26887] Excuse me, my name is So and So or some such commonplace remark. A more

[26935] compared with the other military supernumerary that is (who was just the

[26938] doubtless (the fallen leader, that is, not the other) in his own

[27270] and Red as a Rose is She.

[27279] that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial

[27317] a moment. The only thing is to walk then you’ll feel a different man.

[27413] acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind.

17. Ithaca

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

[28308] What is home without Plumtree’s Potted Meat?

[28317] of deceases. The name on the label is Plumtree. A plumtree in a meatpot,

[28376] (e.g. My Favourite Hero or Procrastination is the Thief of Time)

[28490] amid thy hair is as a slice of pomegranate).

[28632] One of all, the least of all, is the victim predestined. Once by

[28634] is abandoned and challenges him reluctant and, as an apparition of hope

[28991] vanities, to vanities of vanities and to all that is vanity.

[30003] Tomorrow will be a week that I received... it is no use Leopold to be

[30004] ... with your dear mother... that is not more to stand... to her... all

[30005] for me is out... be kind to Athos, Leopold... my dear son... always...

[30331] enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if

[30333] last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor

18. Penelope

[30628] hospital where everything is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it

[30662] especially getting on to forty he is now so as to wheedle any money she

[30671] pretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough for them it was

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

[30707] you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who the german

[30708] Emperor is it yes imagine Im him think of him can you feel him trying to

[30738] of his fathers I wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in

[30757] matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the

[30760] call it was going to burst though his nose is not so big after I took

[30770] him when I made him pull out and do it on me considering how big it is

[30779] it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there a squad of

[30792] carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive about

[30824] the indifferent when they come out with something the kind he is what

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

[30896] straight on the brow and part which is my brown part he was pretty hot

[30908] is it permitted to enquire the shape of my bedroom so I let him keep it

[30947] dont understand you I said and wasnt it natural so it is of course

[30971] whistling there is a charming girl I love and I hadnt even put on my

[30981] he is besides something always happens with him the time going to the

[31011] me without the neck is very intelligent the coming man Griffiths is he

[31066] way the world is divided in any case if its going to go on I want at

[31071] she hadnt yes and the second pair of silkette stockings is laddered

[31079] reduce flesh my belly is a bit too big Ill have to knock off the

[31085] I must do a few breathing exercises I wonder is that antifat any good

[31094] it was beginning to look coarse or old a bit the skin underneath is much

[31195] woman is beauty of course thats admitted when he said I could pose for a

[31244] the hall making the place hotter than it is that rain was lovely and

[31248] compared with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so great with the red

[31257] Concone is the name of those exercises he bought me one of those new

[31301] O this blanket is too heavy on me thats better I havent even one decent

[31381] believe love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered

[31422] time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a flower that

[31475] still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is

[31550] Bower is too long for an encore about the moated grange at twilight and

[31554] them burst with envy my hole is itching me always when I think of him I

[31566] the porkbutchers is a great rogue I hope that lamp is not smoking fill

[31595] a bit of fish tomorrow or today is it Friday yes I will with some

[31601] beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very name is

[31609] coalboxes out for the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no wonder that

[31621] chap I dont know who he is with that other beauty Burke out of the City

[31624] love lost between us thats 1 consolation I wonder what kind is that book

[31652] whoever she is such a face youd run miles away from I couldnt rest easy

[31687] her where she is she was just getting out of bounds wanting to go on the

[31693] what they say her tongue is a bit too long for my taste your blouse is

[31757] down into the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his head I ask pity

[31785] hed boo I bet the cat itself is better off than us have we too much

[31787] sea anyhow he didnt make me pregnant as big as he is I dont want to ruin

[31797] with the pillow under my bottom I wonder is it nicer in the day I think

[31798] it is easy I think Ill cut all this hair off me there scalding me I

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

[31815] who knows is there anything the matter with my insides or have I

[31836] paying him for that how much is that doctor one guinea please and asking

[31845] underlined that comes from it is a thing of beauty and of joy for ever

[31900] consolation that he says is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed

[31911] without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is disgusting you more

[31921] it all wrong too thinking only of his own pleasure his tongue is too

[31933] is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were all in great style at the

[31945] barmaid he does of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick

[31965] old love is the new was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the

[31974] hes a widower now I wonder what sort is his son he says hes an author

[31976] what is he driving at now showing him my photo its not good of me I

[32001] wonder is he too young hes about wait 88 I was married 88 Milly is 15

[32011] poetry is in the air the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully

[32084] Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough

[32120] wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to

[32155] forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the

[32170] notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things

[32195] let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is fucked yes and

[32204] hide it I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or

[32219] now sonny my turn is coming Ill be quite gay and friendly over it O

[32225] omission then Ill go out Ill have him eying up at the ceiling where is

[32251] primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I

[32267] liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew