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1. Telemachus
[90]
shooting a black panther. You saved men from drowning. I’m not a hero,
[134]
asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I’m hyperborean as much as you. But to
[169]
stripe, grey. You’ll look spiffing in them. I’m not joking, Kinch.
[232]
—And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I’m the only
[255]
—Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I’m
[330]
—I’m coming, Buck Mulligan answered.
[340]
—Don’t mope over it all day, he said. I’m inconsequent. Give up
[408]
—I’m coming, Stephen said, turning.
[461]
—Dedalus has it, Buck Mulligan said. Janey Mack, I’m choked!
[476]
—I’m melting, he said, as the candle remarked when... But, hush!
[507]
—I’m giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you
[630]
—Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I’m ashamed I don’t
[631]
speak the language myself. I’m told it’s a grand language by them
[680]
—Seriously, Dedalus. I’m stony. Hurry out to your school kip and
[724]
—I don’t know, I’m sure.
[773]
—I’m ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come
[811]
—No, no, Buck Mulligan shouted in pain. I’m not equal to Thomas
[868]
—I’m the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.
[875]
He’ll get no free drinks when I’m making the wine
[893]
—We oughtn’t to laugh, I suppose. He’s rather blasphemous. I’m
[982]
—Of course I’m a Britisher, Haines’s voice said, and I feel as
[984]
either. That’s our national problem, I’m afraid, just now.
[1048]
—My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I’m the Übermensch. Toothless
[1068]
—I’m going, Mulligan, he said.
2. Nestor
[1608]
department. Now I’m going to try publicity. I am surrounded by
[1717]
M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders’ association today at the
3. Proteus
[1989]
women he read in Michelet. But he must send me La Vie de Jésus by M.
[2067]
Spanish tassels at his secrets. M. Drumont, famous journalist, Drumont,
[2070]
Patrie, M. Millevoye, Félix Faure, know how he died? Licentious men.
[2139]
on the ear. I’m the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well
4. Calypso
[2481]
—I’m going round the corner. Be back in a minute.
[2497]
At Plevna that was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I’m proud of it.
[2549]
end of the city traffic. For instance M’Auley’s down there: n. g. as
[2557]
off to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Do you know what I’m going to
[2641]
them sizeable. Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I’m lost in the
[2755]
—Hurry up with that tea, she said. I’m parched.
[3030]
—Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I’m ready.
[3100]
Might manage a sketch. By Mr and Mrs L. M. Bloom. Invent a story for
[3105]
possessed me to buy this comb? 9.24. I’m swelled after that cabbage. A
5. Lotus Eaters
[3243]
M’Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate company
[3248]
—Hello, M’Coy. Nowhere in particular.
[3254]
—Just keeping alive, M’Coy said.
[3268]
—I must try to get out there, M’Coy said. Eleven, is it? I only
[3308]
He moved a little to the side of M’Coy’s talking head. Getting up in
[3327]
—One of the best, M’Coy said.
[3333]
—Wife well, I suppose? M’Coy’s changed voice said.
[3347]
Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I’m off that, thanks.
[3354]
—That so? M’Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who’s getting it
[3370]
M’Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
[3380]
—Tell you what, M’Coy said. You might put down my name at the
[3384]
my name if I’m not there, will you?
[3389]
—Right, M’Coy said brightly. Thanks, old man. I’d go if I possibly
[3390]
could. Well, tolloll. Just C. P. M’Coy will do.
[3429]
Poor papa! Poor man! I’m glad I didn’t go into the room to look at
[3435]
met that M’Coy fellow.
[3565]
behind the leather headband. Damn it. I might have tried to work M’Coy
[3613]
family party, same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I’m
[3729]
Prescott’s dyeworks: a widow in her weeds. Notice because I’m in
[3869]
their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M’Carthy took the
6. Hades
[3990]
M’Swiney’s. Not likely.
[4001]
touch, Poldy. God, I’m dying for it. How life begins.
[4035]
—Unless I’m greatly mistaken. What do you think, Martin?
[4055]
—I met M’Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he’d try to
[4549]
the auction but a lady’s. Developing waterways. James M’Cann’s
[5028]
the bulletin. Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning. 11 p.m.
[5072]
Twelve. I’m thirteen. No. The chap in the macintosh is thirteen.
[5141]
christian name? I’m not sure.
[5143]
—L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M’Coy’s name
[5152]
no harm. I saw to that, M’Coy. Thanks, old chap: much obliged. Leave
[5162]
—M’Intosh, Hynes said scribbling. I don’t know who he is. Is that
7. Aeolus
[5488]
part. Learn a lot teaching others. The personal note. M. A. P. Mainly
[5983]
—My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I’m in a
[6003]
—I’m just running round to Bachelor’s walk, Mr Bloom said, about
[6296]
its soul. Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M’Carthy.
[6396]
—Madam, I’m Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba.
[6864]
—Nulla bona, Jack, he said, raising his hand to his chin. I’m up to
8. Lestrygonians
[6989]
A sombre Y. M. C. A. young man, watchful among the warm sweet fumes of
[7087]
They wheeled flapping weakly. I’m not going to throw any more. Penny
[7147]
Boyl: no, M’Glade’s men. Doesn’t bring in any business either.
[7339]
Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. I’m hungry too. Flakes of
[7360]
—O, Mr Bloom said. I’m sorry to hear that.
[7370]
—I’m sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days! That’s
[7462]
and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A. Eating
[7648]
upright like surgeon M’Ardle. Still David Sheehy beat him for south
[7749]
M’Coy said. They drink in order to say or do something or cherchez
[7783]
Pincushions. I’m a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all
[8051]
—I’m off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything
[8101]
cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I’m not thirsty. Bath
[8293]
—I’m sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn answered.
[8313]
—Lord love a duck, he said. Look at what I’m standing drinks to!
[8331]
—Say nothing! Bantam Lyons winked. I’m going to plunge five bob on
[8454]
Knows I’m a man. Voice.
9. Scylla and Charybdis
[9377]
—It’s what I’m telling you, mister honey, it’s queer and sick we
[9379]
we did for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I’m thinking, and
[10165]
new art for Europe like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Abbey Theatre! I
[10181]
—Longworth and M’Curdy Atkinson were there...
[10188]
On F. M’Curdy Atkinson,
10. Wandering Rocks
[10324]
leaves: and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P.
[10336]
Father Conmee was very glad to see the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P.
[10337]
Iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M.P.
[10385]
Was that not Mrs M’Guinness?
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Mrs M’Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee from the
[10901]
—I’m deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said. I won’t
[10930]
Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. You know that one? I’m
[10991]
—Do, Tom Rochford said. Tell him I’m Boylan with impatience.
[10993]
—Goodnight, M’Coy said abruptly. When you two begin...
[11001]
He followed M’Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.
[11005]
—I know, M’Coy said. The drain, you mean.
[11013]
Lenehan showed M’Coy how the whole thing was. One of those manholes
[11028]
M’Coy peered into Marcus Tertius Moses’ sombre office, then at
[11035]
While he waited in Temple bar M’Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle
[11051]
—Wonder what he’s buying, M’Coy said, glancing behind.
[11055]
—He’s dead nuts on sales, M’Coy said. I was with him one day and
[11077]
—I know, M’Coy broke in. My missus sang there once.
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—I know, M’Coy said. The year the missus was there...
[11126]
—I’m weak, he gasped.
[11128]
M’Coy’s white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave.
[11130]
hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M’Coy.
[11286]
from me. Low blackguardism! I’m going to get rid of you. Wouldn’t
[11312]
—I’m going to show you a little trick, Mr Dedalus said. I’ll leave
[11336]
—I’m sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.
[11580]
—Why then not much, Father Cowley said. I’m barricaded up, Simon,
[11589]
—The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I’m
[11849]
—I’m sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all
[11972]
end to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I’m not going tomorrow
[11974]
I’m in mourning? Uncle Barney said he’d get it into the paper
[12005]
Dudley White, B. L., M. A., who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.
[12023]
reverend Hugh C. Love, M. A., made obeisance unperceived, mindful of
[12025]
Grattan bridge Lenehan and M’Coy, taking leave of each other, watched
[12082]
Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M. C. Green, H.
[12083]
Shrift, T. M. Patey, C. Scaife, J. B. Jeffs, G. N. Morphy, F. Stevenson,
[12086]
a fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr M. E. Solomons
11. Sirens
[12598]
too, poor fellow. Not twenty I’m sure he was.
[12831]
—I’m off, said Boylan with impatience.
[12842]
—Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I’m coming.
[13028]
I’m drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so
[13068]
—M’appari, Simon, Father Cowley said.
[13078]
—M’appari tutt’amor:
[13105]
Joe Maas sing that one night. Ah, what M’Guckin! Yes. In his way.
[13463]
wives. Because I’m away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young.
[13596]
M’Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk.
[13598]
men’s intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I’m warm, dark,
[13698]
half know I’m. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.
[14049]
then. Tram kran kran kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I’m
12. Cyclops
[14064]
I was just passing the time of day with old Troy of the D. M. P. at the
[14076]
—Old Troy, says I, was in the force. I’m on two minds not to give
[14091]
—Ay, says I. A bit off the top. An old plumber named Geraghty. I’m
[14208]
vales of Thomond, from the M’Gillicuddy’s reeks the inaccessible and
[14225]
dog. I’m told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a
[14304]
Higgins, Henry Joy M’Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas
[14332]
I’m telling you. A goodlooking sovereign.
[14501]
—Sure I’m after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, as plain
[14630]
—O, Christ M’Keown, says Joe, reading one of the letters. Listen to
[14690]
business and the old dog smelling him all the time I’m told those
[14769]
on the other hand. And sure, more be token, the lout I’m told was
[14802]
M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual
[15074]
to tell her that. Shake hands, brother. You’re a rogue and I’m
[15134]
Field, M. P., the cattle traders.
[15242]
Joseph M’Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation
[15265]
Sp.; the rev. T. Waters, C. C.; the rev. John M. Ivers, P. P.; the rev.
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M.; the rev. T. Brangan, O. S. A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C. C.; the
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rev. M. A. Hackett, C. C.; the rev. W. Hurley, C. C.; the rt rev. Mgr
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M’Manus, V. G.; the rev. B. R. Slattery, O. M. I.; the very rev. M.
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cross one of those days, I’m thinking.
[15575]
—O, I’m sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom. It’s just
[15747]
her father, the M’Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming
[15856]
Didn’t I tell you? As true as I’m drinking this porter if he was at
[15946]
—By God, then, says Ned, laughing, if that’s so I’m a nation for
[15947]
I’m living in the same place for the past five years.
[16013]
—I’m talking about injustice, says Bloom.
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loves Mary Kelly. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. M.
[16141]
Goodbye Ireland I’m going to Gort. So I just went round the back of
[16232]
—I, says Joe. I’m the alligator.
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I’m telling you? It’d be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow
[16312]
—And I’m sure He will, says Joe.
[16519]
Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the reeks of M’Gillicuddy, Slieve
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C., K. C. B., M. P., J. P., M. B., D. S. O., S. O. D., M. F. H., M. R.
13. Nausicaa
[16646]
caps to match and the name H. M. S. Belleisle printed on both. For Tommy
[17535]
gouger M’Coy stopping me to say nothing. And his wife engagement in
[17544]
inside her déshabillé. Excites them also when they’re. I’m all
[17778]
you this to think of me when I’m far away on the pillow. What is it?
[17873]
History repeats itself. Ye crags and peaks I’m with you once again.
[17901]
Ba. What is that flying about? Swallow? Bat probably. Thinks I’m a
[18044]
go. Better. I’m tired to move. Page of an old copybook. All those
14. Oxen of the Sun
[18461]
the happy demise of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous
[18665]
from Mullingar with the stage where his coz and Mal M’s brother will
[19001]
man! Bless me, I’m all of a wibbly wobbly. Why, you’re as bad as
[19462]
are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. Mr M.
[19690]
Mullee! What’s on you? Ma mère m’a mariée. British Beatitudes!
[19751]
glint, do. Gum, I’m jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for
[19784]
tu lay crown of his hed 2 night. Crickey, I’m about sprung. Tarnally
15. Circe
[20358]
BLOOM: (Meaningfully dropping his voice.) I confess I’m teapot with
[20362]
MRS BREEN: (Gushingly.) Tremendously teapot! London’s teapot and I’m
[20728]
a J. P. I’m as staunch a Britisher as you are, sir. I fought with the
[20806]
MARY DRISCOLL: (Indignantly.) I’m not a bad one. I bear a respectable
[20978]
to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the following Thursday,
[21109]
Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M’Coy and the featureless face of
[21335]
fear. I’m English. Have you a swaggerroot?
[21562]
man is Leopold M’Intosh, the notorious fireraiser. His real name is
[21565]
BLOOM: Shoot him! Dog of a christian! So much for M’Intosh!
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me, sir Leo, when you were in number seven. I’m sending around a dozen
[21723]
MRS RIORDAN: (Tears up her will.) I’m disappointed in you! You bad
[21747]
THE VEILED SIBYL: (Enthusiastically.) I’m a Bloomite and I glory in
[21987]
of the house, for by all the goats in Connemara I’m after having the
[22000]
I’m sick of it. Let everything rip.
[22008]
ZOE: (Glibly.) Hog’s Norton where the pigs plays the organs. I’m
[22339]
ZOE: Who has a fag as I’m here?
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LYNCH: I’m not looking
[22499]
shortly be upon us. I’m the best o’cook. Those succulent bivalves
[22533]
I’m a tiny tiny thing
[22563]
impression. Though our ages. Will write fully tomorrow. I’m partially
[22726]
FLORRY: (To Stephen.) I’m sure you’re a spoiled priest. Or a monk.
[22760]
I’m suffering the agony of the damned. By the hoky fiddle, thanks
[22787]
I’m very fond of what I like.
[22805]
lady. The gas we had on the Toft’s hobbyhorses. I’m giddy still.
[22839]
BELLA: My word! I’m all of a mucksweat.
[22968]
for you. I’m the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in!
[23066]
BELLO: Well, I’m not. Wait. (He holds in his breath.) Curse it. Here.
[23111]
violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.
[23134]
on your swaddles. Aha! By the ass of the Dorans you’ll find I’m a
[23348]
circumcised, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the wailing wall. M.
[23349]
Shulomowitz, Joseph Goldwater, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M.
[23642]
dimensions of your other features, that’s all. I’m not a triple
[23845]
DON JOHN CONMEE: Now, Father Dolan! Now. I’m sure that Stephen is a
[23941]
and powdered wig.) I’m afraid not, sir. The last articles...
[23950]
out of the water.) Raoul darling, come and dry me. I’m in my pelt.
[24428]
ZOE: (Fanning herself with the grate fan.) I’m melting!
[24568]
red Murray, editor Brayden, T. M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John
[24571]
Row postmistress, C. P. M’Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan,
[24573]
rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Ellen M’Guinness, Mrs Joe
[24607]
do—you know, and the young man run up behind me. But I’m faithful to
[24608]
the man that’s treating me though I’m only a shilling whore.
[24656]
points his finger.) I’m not afraid of what I can talk to if I see his
[24795]
RUMBOLD: I’m near it myself. (He undoes the noose.) Rope which hanged
[24931]
Justin M’Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond,
[24941]
Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard,
[24981]
him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be
[25049]
BLOOM: (Angrily.) You hit him without provocation. I’m a witness.
16. Eumaeus
[25429]
knows I’m on the rocks.
[25445]
M’Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head
[25904]
on the job, witness Mrs C P M’Coy type lend me your valise and I’ll
[26027]
—I’m tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and
[26065]
on me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife. I’m game for that
[26222]
original point with a smile of unbelief. I’m not so sure about that.
[26263]
—Still it’s solid food, his good genius urged, I’m a stickler for
[26310]
—Mind you, I’m not saying that it’s all a pure invention, he
[26365]
way you find but what I’m talking about is the female form. Besides
[26583]
family like me though in reality I’m not. That was one for him. A
[26639]
which the p.p.’s raise the wind on false pretences. I’m, he resumed
[26790]
M’C Hynes, L. Boom, C P M’Coy,—M’Intosh and several others.
[26793]
of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C. P. M’Coy and
[26795]
total absence (to say nothing of M’Intosh) L. Boom pointed it out to
[26813]
Walden’s Zinfandel (M. Cannon) 2. Mr W. Bass’s Sceptre 3. Betting 5
[27361]
par excellence Lionel’s air in Martha, M’appari, which, curiously
17. Ithaca
[27699]
Flower and M’Donald of 14 D’Olier street, kindled it at three
[27957]
when Frederick M. (Bantam) Lyons had rapidly and successively requested,
[28059]
Old Ollebo, M. P.
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Bloom (three times), by the reverend Mr Gilmer Johnston M. A., alone,
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4 oz pots, and inserted by Councillor Joseph P. Nannetti, M. P., Rotunda
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to 1 of chloroform liniment (purchased by him at 10.20 a.m. on the
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purchased at 3.15 p.m. on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 a new boater
[28389]
Gonzaga), sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m.
[28489]
By Bloom: Kifeloch, harimon rakatejch m’baad l’zamatejch (thy temple
[29305]
a.m. on the 21 March 1896, matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon: a dwarf
[29345]
Denis Florence M’Carthy’s Poetical Works (copper beechleaf bookmark
[29359]
When We Were Boys by William O’Brien M. P. (green cloth, slightly
[29675]
recorded in the court directory (Bloom, Leopold P., M. P., P. C., K. P.,
[29718]
Charles Stewart Parnell (M. P. for Cork City), the programme of
[29719]
peace, retrenchment and reform of William Ewart Gladstone (M. P. for
[29751]
8 m p.m. at Ascot (Greenwich time), the message being received and
[29752]
available for betting purposes in Dublin at 2.59 p.m. (Dunsink time).
[29877]
date Xmas 1892, the name of the senders: from Mr + Mrs M. Comerford,
[29947]
from Martha Clifford (find M. C.).
[30247]
Who was M’Intosh?
18. Penelope
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crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat
[31492]
visiting card or practising for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre