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2. Nestor
[1308]
—Mr Deasy told me to write them out all again, he said, and show them
[1315]
—Numbers eleven to fifteen, Sargent answered. Mr Deasy said I was to
[1381]
—Run on, Stephen said. Mr Deasy is calling you.
[1385]
Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet. When
[1393]
—Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore
[1412]
rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table.
[1430]
—Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his
[1441]
—No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said. You have earned it.
[1447]
—Don’t carry it like that, Mr Deasy said. You’ll pull it out
[1459]
—Because you don’t save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You
[1468]
—He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made money. A poet, yes,
[1478]
—Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That’s not English. A French Celt said that. He
[1497]
Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox.
[1504]
Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at the
[1522]
—I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But
[1528]
—Per vias rectas, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for
[1538]
—That reminds me, Mr Deasy said. You can do me a favour, Mr Dedalus,
[1560]
—Full stop, Mr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this
[1578]
—Now then, Mr Deasy said, rising.
[1582]
—I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It’s about
[1594]
—I don’t mince words, do I? Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on.
[1598]
Mürzsteg, lower Austria. Veterinary surgeons. Mr Henry Blackwood Price.
[1603]
—I want that to be printed and read, Mr Deasy said. You will see at
[1613]
—Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the
[1633]
—They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see
[1649]
—What do you mean? Mr Deasy asked.
[1660]
—The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human
[1669]
—What? Mr Deasy asked.
[1673]
Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose tweaked
[1691]
—I foresee, Mr Deasy said, that you will not remain here very long
[1699]
Mr Deasy shook his head.
[1708]
—Yes, Mr Deasy said. You have two copies there. If you can have them
[1716]
—That will do, Mr Deasy said briskly. I wrote last night to Mr Field,
[1723]
—That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to
[1729]
—Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I
[1748]
Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
[1758]
—Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.
4. Calypso
[2408]
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.
[2429]
—O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.
[2435]
Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Clean to see:
[2558]
tell you? What’s that, Mr O’Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians,
[2562]
Dignam, Mr O’Rourke.
[2567]
—Good day, Mr O’Rourke.
[2633]
Mr Bloom pointed quickly. To catch up and walk behind her if she went
[2641]
them sizeable. Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I’m lost in the
[2781]
new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan’s
[2952]
getting on swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me
[3081]
bit. Our prize titbit: Matcham’s Masterstroke. Written by Mr Philip
[3097]
quietly, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and received
[3100]
Might manage a sketch. By Mr and Mrs L. M. Bloom. Invent a story for
5. Lotus Eaters
[3150]
By lorries along sir John Rogerson’s quay Mr Bloom walked soberly,
[3260]
—O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.
[3266]
—E...eleven, Mr Bloom answered.
[3273]
Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door
[3306]
—Yes, Mr Bloom said.
[3325]
—Yes, yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone.
[3335]
—O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks.
[3349]
Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
[3366]
—It’s a kind of a tour, don’t you see, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully.
[3306]
—Yes, Mr Bloom said.
[3386]
—I’ll do that, Mr Bloom said, moving to get off. That’ll be all
[3392]
—That will be done, Mr Bloom answered firmly.
[3400]
Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. My missus has just
[3411]
Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured
[3433]
Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the
[3464]
school. She liked mignonette. Mrs Ellis’s. And Mr? He opened the
[3650]
Mr Bloom looked back towards the choir. Not going to be any music. Pity.
[3674]
bless all the people. All crossed themselves and stood up. Mr Bloom
[3684]
Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw them
[3306]
—Yes, Mr Bloom said.
[3766]
—Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said, and then
[3790]
—No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I’ll call later in the day
[3795]
Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.
[3802]
—Good, Mr Bloom said.
[3826]
—You can keep it, Mr Bloom said.
[3831]
—I was just going to throw it away, Mr Bloom said.
[3837]
—I say you can keep it, Mr Bloom answered. I was going to throw it
[3841]
sheets back on Mr Bloom’s arms.
[3847]
Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap
[3862]
on hands: might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr
6. Hades
[3891]
carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself. Mr Power stepped in after
[3896]
—After you, Mr Bloom said.
[3898]
Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, saying:
[3904]
Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to
[3933]
—What way is he taking us? Mr Power asked through both windows.
[3937]
Mr Dedalus nodded, looking out.
[3944]
smoother road past Watery lane. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man,
[3953]
—Where is he? Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across.
[3957]
to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels. Mr Dedalus
[3962]
—No, Mr Bloom said. He was alone.
[3964]
—Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, the Goulding
[3968]
Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Wallace Bros: the
[3979]
—He’s in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan
[3992]
He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power’s
[4007]
—Are we late? Mr Power asked.
[4018]
—Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said.
[4020]
—He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn’t that squint troubling him.
[4028]
—Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr
[4032]
leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward
[4039]
Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet quite
[4042]
Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly.
[4049]
—Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He’s behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.
[4051]
—And Corny Kelleher himself? Mr Power asked.
[4055]
—I met M’Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he’d try to
[4066]
Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
[4087]
—Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There’s the sun again coming
[4090]
Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a
[4103]
—O, draw him out, Martin, Mr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear
[4110]
—Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He’s dead nuts on that. And the
[4115]
—I did not then, Mr Dedalus said. Where is it?
[4119]
Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must change
[4122]
—No, no, Mr Dedalus said quickly. Later on please.
[4124]
Mr Bloom’s glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the
[4146]
a tramway standard by Mr Bloom’s window. Couldn’t they invent
[4170]
—He doesn’t see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?
[4172]
—Who? Mr Dedalus asked.
[4174]
—Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
[4178]
Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the
[4181]
Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right
[4199]
—O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It’s a
[4204]
—Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the
[4212]
—Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we’ll have all
[4216]
—And Madame, Mr Power said smiling. Last but not least.
[4218]
Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped
[4240]
His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power’s goodlooking face. Greyish over
[4251]
Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power.
[4259]
—In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.
[4261]
Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:
[4265]
Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as the
[4270]
His eyes met Mr Bloom’s eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
[4274]
Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions’
[4280]
—About the boatman? Mr Power asked.
[4284]
—What is that? Mr Dedalus asked. I didn’t hear it.
[4286]
—There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined
[4290]
—What? Mr Dedalus asked. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it?
[4292]
—Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he
[4295]
—Drown Barabbas! Mr Dedalus cried. I wish to Christ he did!
[4297]
Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.
[4299]
—No, Mr Bloom said, the son himself.....
[4307]
—For God’s sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?
[4313]
—Yes, Mr Bloom said. But the funny part is.....
[4318]
A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power’s hand.
[4322]
—Isn’t it awfully good? Mr Bloom said eagerly.
[4324]
—One and eightpence too much, Mr Dedalus said drily.
[4326]
Mr Power’s choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.
[4334]
Mr Dedalus sighed.
[4339]
—The Lord forgive me! Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his
[4344]
—As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said. He went
[4355]
Mr Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.
[4359]
—The best death, Mr Bloom said.
[4386]
—Poor little thing, Mr Dedalus said. It’s well out of it.
[4393]
—But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own
[4398]
—The greatest disgrace to have in the family, Mr Power added.
[4403]
—They say a man who does it is a coward, Mr Dedalus said.
[4407]
Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his lips again. Martin Cunningham’s
[4440]
—God grant he doesn’t upset us on the road, Mr Power said.
[4445]
—Yes, by Jove, Mr Dedalus said. That will be worth seeing, faith.
[4468]
—Emigrants, Mr Power said.
[4484]
the parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. All those animals could be
[4490]
—Yes, Mr Bloom said, and another thing I often thought, is to have
[4495]
—O, that be damned for a story, Mr Dedalus said. Pullman car and
[4498]
—A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Power added.
[4500]
—Why? Mr Bloom asked, turning to Mr Dedalus. Wouldn’t it be more
[4503]
—Well, there’s something in that, Mr Dedalus granted.
[4509]
—That was terrible, Mr Power’s shocked face said, and the corpse
[4512]
—First round Dunphy’s, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Gordon Bennett cup.
[4523]
—Dunphy’s, Mr Power announced as the carriage turned right.
[4558]
—I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Power said.
[4560]
—Better ask Tom Kernan, Mr Dedalus said.
[4564]
—Though lost to sight, Mr Dedalus said, to memory dear.
[4586]
—So it is, Mr Dedalus said. A gruesome case. Seymour Bushe got him
[4589]
—The crown had no evidence, Mr Power said.
[4614]
his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus followed.
[4616]
Change that soap now. Mr Bloom’s hand unbuttoned his hip pocket
[4627]
He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed, Hynes
[4662]
—What? Mr Power whispered. How so?
[4668]
—O God! Mr Power whispered. First I heard of it. Poisoned himself?
[4673]
—Was he insured? Mr Bloom asked.
[4675]
—I believe so, Mr Kernan answered. But the policy was heavily
[4683]
—A sad case, Mr Bloom said gently. Five young children.
[4685]
—A great blow to the poor wife, Mr Kernan added.
[4687]
—Indeed yes, Mr Bloom agreed.
[4716]
—By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?
[4722]
—Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front?
[4727]
—I’ll engage he did, Mr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he
[4732]
—Many a good man’s fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh.
[4734]
They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel. Mr Bloom stood behind
[4746]
knelt here and there in prayingdesks. Mr Bloom stood behind near the
[4811]
them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air. Mr Bloom came last
[4819]
—The O’Connell circle, Mr Dedalus said about him.
[4821]
Mr Power’s soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone.
[4827]
—Her grave is over there, Jack, Mr Dedalus said. I’ll soon be
[4831]
in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.
[4835]
—I suppose so, Mr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in
[4841]
—Sad occasions, Mr Kernan began politely.
[4843]
Mr Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.
[4845]
—The others are putting on their hats, Mr Kernan said. I suppose we
[4851]
think? Mr Kernan said with reproof.
[4853]
Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the quick bloodshot eyes. Secret
[4862]
Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. The language of course was another thing.
[4864]
Mr Kernan said with solemnity:
[4869]
—It does, Mr Bloom said.
[4890]
—As it should be, Mr Kernan said.
[4894]
Mr Kernan assured him.
[4929]
—John O’Connell, Mr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.
[4931]
Mr O’Connell shook all their hands in silence. Mr Dedalus said:
[4973]
Mr Bloom admired the caretaker’s prosperous bulk. All want to be on
[5071]
Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared heads.
[5094]
the black open space. Mr Bloom moved behind the portly kindly caretaker.
[5121]
on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all
[5133]
without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly figure make its
[5143]
—L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M’Coy’s name
[5160]
—Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now?
[5167]
—No, Mr Bloom began, turning and stopping. I say, Hynes!
[5173]
A seventh gravedigger came beside Mr Bloom to take up an idle spade.
[5197]
—Let us, Mr Power said.
[5199]
They turned to the right, following their slow thoughts. With awe Mr
[5210]
Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses,
[5316]
—Excuse me, sir, Mr Bloom said beside them.
[5320]
—Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing.
[5336]
They walked on towards the gates. Mr Bloom, chapfallen, drew behind
7. Aeolus
[5387]
—Just cut it out, will you? Mr Bloom said, and I’ll take it round to
[5397]
—I’ll go through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said, taking the cut
[5403]
—Right, Mr Bloom said with a nod. I’ll rub that in.
[5409]
Red Murray touched Mr Bloom’s arm with the shears and whispered:
[5413]
Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
[5430]
—Or like Mario, Mr Bloom said.
[5451]
Mr Bloom said slowly:
[5468]
morning the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. Machines. Smash a man
[5475]
Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman’s spare body, admiring a glossy
[5487]
Dear Mr Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence? I’d like that
[5508]
Mr Bloom stood in his way.
[5515]
—Mm, Mr Bloom said. Look sharp and you’ll catch him.
[5525]
Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti’s desk.
[5530]
Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.
[5532]
—He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.
[5536]
—But wait, Mr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He
[5545]
—Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top.
[5549]
Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the cross he had made, saw the
[5572]
—The idea, Mr Bloom said, is the house of keys. You know, councillor,
[5581]
—I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a
[5591]
silently. Mr Bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching
[5628]
Mr Bloom took up his cutting. Time to get out.
[5630]
—Then I’ll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you’ll give
[5667]
Mr Bloom passed on out of the clanking noises through the gallery on to
[5698]
Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert’s quizzing
[5713]
—Changing his drink, Mr Dedalus said.
[5719]
—And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Dedalus said, looking again on
[5739]
—What is it? Mr Bloom asked.
[5746]
—Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply.
[5751]
—Dan Dawson’s land Mr Dedalus said.
[5753]
—Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.
[5759]
The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was
[5764]
Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside.
[5819]
—Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
[5835]
—O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and
[5868]
—Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink
[5873]
—Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come on, Ned.
[5876]
towards Mr Bloom’s face, shadowed by a smile.
[5909]
Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door.
[5911]
—Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an
[5971]
—Yes, Evening Telegraph here, Mr Bloom phoned from the inner office.
[5983]
—My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I’m in a
[5992]
—Sorry, Mr Bloom said.
[6003]
—I’m just running round to Bachelor’s walk, Mr Bloom said, about
[6013]
—Back in no time, Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.
[6026]
Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr
[6117]
Mr O’Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from
[6122]
—I escort a suppliant, Mr O’Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led
[6142]
—Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.
[6157]
—Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr
[6214]
—They went forth to battle, Mr O’Madden Burke said greyly, but they
[6240]
—Opera? Mr O’Madden Burke’s sphinx face reriddled.
[6246]
He poked Mr O’Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O’Madden Burke
[6255]
Stephen’s and Mr O’Madden Burke’s loose ties.
[6276]
—And Madam Bloom, Mr O’Madden Burke added. The vocal muse.
[6298]
—We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O’Madden Burke said.
[6326]
—Skin-the-Goat, Mr O’Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that
[6415]
—Clamn dever, Lenehan said to Mr O’Madden Burke.
[6417]
—Very smart, Mr O’Madden Burke said.
[6455]
—Speak up for yourself, Mr O’Madden Burke said.
[6533]
—The divine afflatus, Mr O’Madden Burke said.
[6561]
society. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had
[6610]
—Mr Chairman, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in
[6694]
Mr O’Madden Burke asked. ’Tis the hour, methinks, when the winejug,
[6706]
Mr O’Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally’s lunge of his
[6813]
Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the
[6816]
—Mr Crawford! A moment!
[6822]
A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom’s face:
[6828]
—Just this ad, Mr Bloom said, pushing through towards the steps,
[6829]
puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes
[6836]
the renewal. But he wants just a little puff. What will I tell him, Mr
[6850]
—Well, Mr Bloom said, his eyes returning, if I can get the design I
[6859]
While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on
[6909]
He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O’Madden
8. Lestrygonians
[6990]
Graham Lemon’s, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.
[7122]
Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Think no more about
[7129]
Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice. She’s
[7229]
—O, Mr Bloom, how do you do?
[7236]
—In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in
[7250]
—No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.
[7259]
—Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly,
[7280]
from Harrison’s. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom’s
[7300]
—What? Mr Bloom asked.
[7310]
—The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said.
[7316]
—What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U. P.?
[7321]
—Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said.
[7325]
—And now he’s going round to Mr Menton’s office. He’s going to
[7347]
—Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Mr Bloom asked.
[7360]
—O, Mr Bloom said. I’m sorry to hear that.
[7365]
—O, Mr Bloom said.
[7377]
Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gently, warning her:
[7386]
—Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts.
[7391]
—His name is Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr
[7402]
—I will, Mr Bloom said.
[7413]
Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him in sunlight the
[7433]
meet with the approval of the eminent poet A. E. (Mr Geo. Russell). No
[7658]
They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and bicycle.
[7663]
eminent poet, Mr Geo. Russell. That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. A.
[7745]
Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court.
[7878]
Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said:
[7952]
the reverend Mr MacTrigger. With it an abode of bliss. Lord knows what
[7995]
Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. Mr MacTrigger. Easier
[8013]
A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom’s heart. He
[8051]
—I’m off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything
[8056]
Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of
[8092]
Mr Bloom, champing, standing, looked upon his sigh. Nosey numbskull.
[8307]
—Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said.
[8337]
Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.
[8345]
—Prrwht! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we’ll take
[8352]
Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth
[8358]
having fully digested the contents. First sweet then savoury. Mr Bloom
[8405]
Mr Bloom turned at Gray’s confectioner’s window of unbought tarts
[8415]
—Do you want to cross? Mr Bloom asked.
[8420]
—You’re in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is
[8423]
The cane moved out trembling to the left. Mr Bloom’s eye followed its
[8428]
—There’s a van there, Mr Bloom said, but it’s not moving. I’ll
[8433]
—Come, Mr Bloom said.
[8461]
Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a flatcut suit of herringbone
[8539]
Mr Bloom came to Kildare street. First I must. Library.
9. Scylla and Charybdis
[8694]
Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with
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Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.
[8745]
From these words Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen.
[8778]
concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.
[8787]
Mr Best’s behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our
[8855]
Mr Best’s face, appealed to, agreed.
[8935]
—But Ann Hathaway? Mr Best’s quiet voice said forgetfully. Yes, we
[8964]
—Ryefield, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, raising his new book,
[8983]
—Piper! Mr Best piped. Is Piper back?
[9003]
said, friendly and earnest. Mr Russell, rumour has it, is gathering
[9038]
—Thank you very much, Mr Russell, Stephen said, rising. If you will be
[9039]
so kind as to give the letter to Mr Norman...
[9056]
—Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.
[9104]
—But Hamlet is so personal, isn’t it? Mr Best pleaded. I mean, a
[9138]
—Yes, Mr Best said youngly. I feel Hamlet quite young. The bitterness
[9181]
—Mr Brandes accepts it, Stephen said, as the first play of the closing
[9184]
—Does he? What does Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver
[9192]
—The art of being a grandfather, Mr Best gan murmur. L’art d’être
[9209]
—I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of
[9210]
the public. And we ought to mention another Irish commentator, Mr George
[9211]
Bernard Shaw. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. His articles on
[9226]
Mr Magee likes to quote. Beware of what you wish for in youth because
[9294]
discussion. Mr Mulligan, I’ll be bound, has his theory too of the play
[9308]
Mr Best turned to him.
[9323]
—The most brilliant of all is that story of Wilde’s, Mr Best said,
[9324]
lifting his brilliant notebook. That Portrait of Mr W. H. where he
[9329]
Or Hughie Wills? Mr William Himself. W. H.: who am I?
[9331]
—I mean, for Willie Hughes, Mr Best said, amending his gloss easily.
[9410]
—Mr Lyster, an attendant said from the door ajar.
[9412]
—... in which everyone can find his own. So Mr Justice Madden in his
[9466]
—We want to hear more, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best’s
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—It is clear that there were two beds, a best and a secondbest, Mr
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—Do you mean he died so? Mr Best asked with slight concern. I mean...
[9664]
—A myriadminded man, Mr Best reminded. Coleridge called him
[9683]
from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his
[9699]
—Gentle Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said gently.
[9732]
it him. Visits him here on quarter days. Mr Magee, sir, there’s a
[9798]
born, for nature, as Mr Magee understands her, abhors perfection.
[9889]
—What is that, Mr Dedalus? the quaker librarian asked. Was it a
[9911]
Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say:
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—Mr Lyster! Father Dineen wants...
[10053]
—Those who are married, Mr Best, douce herald, said, all save one,
[10067]
—Are you going to write it? Mr Best asked. You ought to make it a
10. Wandering Rocks
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person to see. Mr Cunningham’s letter. Yes. Oblige him, if possible.
[10324]
leaves: and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P.
[10331]
And Mr Sheehy himself? Still in London. The house was still sitting, to
[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.
[10379]
Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c, in silk hat, slate
[10418]
by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop. Father
[10419]
Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came
[10486]
From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at
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—That’s a fine day, Mr Kelleher.
[10606]
J. J. O’Molloy’s white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was in
[10853]
—Mr Boylan! Hello! That gentleman from Sport was in looking for you.
[10854]
Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he’ll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes,
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—I’m deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said. I won’t
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—Yes, yes. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. Very pleased to have met you.
[11136]
Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria
[11157]
apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c.
[11159]
Mr Bloom, alone, looked at the titles. Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch.
[11188]
Mr Bloom read again: The beautiful woman.
[11212]
Mr Bloom beheld it.
[11238]
Mr Dedalus, tugging a long moustache, came round from Williams’s row.
[11243]
—Stand up straight for the love of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said.
[11247]
Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and
[11258]
Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.
[11262]
—Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin
[11267]
—How do you know that? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.
[11269]
Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked, walked boldly along
[11274]
—I was not, then, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Was it the little nuns
[11283]
—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus said threateningly. You’re like the rest of
[11298]
—Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him.
[11305]
Mr Dedalus stared at him.
[11312]
—I’m going to show you a little trick, Mr Dedalus said. I’ll leave
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Mr Dedalus thought and nodded.
[11328]
—Here, Mr Dedalus said, handing her two pennies. Get a glass of milk
[11340]
Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself with a pursing
[11346]
From the sundial towards James’s gate walked Mr Kernan, pleased with
[11349]
do, Mr Crimmins? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your
[11353]
your best gin, Mr Crimmins. A small gin, sir. Yes, sir. Terrible
[11360]
straight, Mr Crimmins. You know why? Palm oil. Is that a fact? Without
[11376]
—Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
[11378]
Mr Kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter
[11387]
Gentleman. And now, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom
[11395]
Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course.
[11418]
Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the
[11428]
Mr Kernan approached Island street.
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Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.
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—Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
[11578]
—What’s the best news? Mr Dedalus said.
[11583]
—Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?
[11587]
—With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.
[11596]
—I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He’s always
[11607]
As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:
[11613]
Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben
[11623]
from points of which Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying:
[11640]
—That’s the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.
[11677]
—That’s right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He’s a
[11685]
—Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his
[11704]
—You could try our friend, Mr Power suggested backward.
[11722]
—Without a second word either, Mr Power said.
[11732]
—There’s Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said, just heading for Kavanagh’s.
[11739]
John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power, while Martin Cunningham took
[11744]
Wyse Nolan told Mr Power.
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—Good day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said, as all halted and
[11793]
With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in.
[11795]
—Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long
[11907]
stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith’s
[11912]
Mr Lewis Werner’s cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along
[11924]
As he strode past Mr Bloom’s dental windows the sway of his dustcoat
[11991]
Mr Dignam, my father. I hope he’s in purgatory now because he went to
[12002]
metropolis. At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted
[12004]
Dudley’s viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr
[12019]
Douce’s head watched and admired. On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus,
[12022]
graciously returned Mr Dedalus’ greeting. From Cahill’s corner the
[12060]
and carriages. Opposite Pigott’s music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni,
[12086]
a fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr M. E. Solomons
[12098]
Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to
11. Sirens
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Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his
[12466]
—That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed
[12490]
her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought
[12507]
—Was Mr Lidwell in today?
[12509]
In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex
[12510]
bridge. Yes, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. To Martha I must write.
[12518]
—Was Mr Boylan looking for me?
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—Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?
[12551]
He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.
[12555]
—Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.
[12563]
Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.
[12581]
After an interval Mr Dedalus raised his grog and
[12600]
—Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.
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—How do you do, Mr Dollard?
[12854]
Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an eyelid.
[12864]
—What’s that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vamping, man.
[12881]
—Love and War, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. God be with old times.
[12897]
—A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn’t stop
[12906]
—Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said.
[12930]
Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.
[12936]
—Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus nodded. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of
[12960]
Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after
[13003]
—Sure, you’d burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said
[13039]
—Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.
[13062]
—Ah, I couldn’t, man, Mr Dedalus said, shy, listless.
[13087]
Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting,
[13342]
Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the
[13345]
He, Mr Bloom, listened while he, Richie Goulding, told him, Mr Bloom, of
[13398]
—Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.
[13430]
It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a
[13478]
—Yes, Mr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect.
[13573]
she was not so lonely archly miss Douce’s head let Mr Lidwell know.
[13622]
—Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Good men and true.
[13860]
—Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben’s fat back
[13875]
—Mr Dollard, they murmured low.
[13886]
Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely,
[13887]
murmured Mina. Mr Dollard. And The last rose of summer was a lovely
[13925]
—Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him
[13952]
—Very, Mr Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.
[13996]
along the quay towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form endearing?
[14006]
Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered
12. Cyclops
[14554]
Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H. J. O’Neill’s popular
[15169]
—That’s too bad, says Bloom. I wanted particularly. Perhaps only Mr
[15176]
Mr Cowe Conacre (Multifarnham. Nat.): Arising out of the question of
[15182]
Mr Allfours (Tamoshant. Con.): Honourable members are already in
[15187]
Mr Orelli O’Reilly (Montenotte. Nat.): Have similar orders been issued
[15191]
Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative.
[15193]
Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman’s famous
[15197]
Mr Allfours: I must have notice of that question.
[15199]
Mr Staylewit (Buncombe. Ind.): Don’t hesitate to shoot.
[15241]
wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr
[15360]
Mr Boylan. You what? The water rate, Mr Boylan. You whatwhat? That’s
[15564]
but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. And so Joe swore high
[15669]
—Who won, Mr Lenehan? says Terry.
[15679]
—I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn
[15763]
shoots. Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in
[16046]
the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. Old Mr Verschoyle with the ear
[16161]
mouseabout. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol. And his old fellow before
[16568]
crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle
13. Nausicaa
[16994]
and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly
[16996]
birthday that was and Charley was home on his holidays and Tom and Mr
[17014]
place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr
[17311]
for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of money she could just chuck
[17518]
Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That’s why she’s
[17563]
Powell. Till Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a blue moon.
[17606]
Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O Lord, that little
[17816]
Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Hm. Into the. Hm. Opening of his waistcoat.
[17836]
who is he now. The Mystery Man on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr
[17972]
anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom.
[18042]
Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand. He
[18054]
Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write a
[18070]
Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand.
[18094]
A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr Bloom
14. Oxen of the Sun
[18631]
named Killchild. So were they all in their blind fancy, Mr Cavil and Mr
[18632]
Sometimes Godly, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr Dainty Dixon,
[18633]
Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. Wherein, O wretched company,
[18659]
no more crack after that first. Over against the Rt. Hon. Mr Justice
[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
[18692]
Malachi’s almanac (and I hear that Mr Russell has done a prophetical
[18737]
What, says Mr Leopold with his hands across, that was earnest to know
[18742]
before actuary for Mr Joseph Cuffe, a worthy salesmaster that drove his
[18743]
trade for live stock and meadow auctions hard by Mr Gavin Low’s yard
[18745]
the hoose or the timber tongue. Mr Stephen, a little moved but very
[18750]
Come, come, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. He’ll find himself on the
[18752]
Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr Stephen, and he sent the ale
[18754]
says Mr Dixon. It is that same bull that was sent to our island by
[18756]
ring in his nose. True for you, says Mr Vincent cross the table, and a
[18761]
him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. What for that, says Mr Dixon,
[18767]
friend, says Mr Vincent, for to make up he taught him a trick worth two
[18787]
Harry, Green is the grass that grows on the ground. And, says Mr Dixon,
[18793]
Mr Vincent, and the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas all the old Nicks
[18797]
one evening, says Mr Dixon, when the lord Harry was cleaning his royal
[18804]
of the show. After that, says Mr Vincent, the lord Harry put his head
[18814]
friends as an arse and a shirt. They were, says Mr Stephen, and the end
[18822]
America. Which was the occasion, says Mr Vincent, of the composing by a
[18827]
Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the doorway
[18831]
cornetcy in the fencibles and list for the wars. Mr Mulligan was civil
[18835]
which he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell’s bearing a legend
[18836]
printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan. Fertiliser and Incubator.
[18841]
let us hear of it, good my friend, said Mr Dixon. I make no doubt it
[18843]
standing. Mr Mulligan accepted of the invitation and, expatiating upon
[18875]
asseveration Mr Mulligan in a trice put off from his hat a kerchief with
[18878]
observed by Mr Mulligan’s smallclothes of a hodden grey which was now
[18880]
by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all though Mr Dixon of
[18882]
also to carry coals to Newcastle. Mr Mulligan however made court to the
[18899]
nearest neighbour. Mr Mulligan, now perceiving the table, asked for whom
[18906]
fetched a deep sigh) to know if her happiness had yet taken place. Mr
[18907]
Dixon, to turn the table, took on to ask of Mr Mulligan himself whether
[18910]
as with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to a wolf in the stomach.
[18911]
For answer Mr Mulligan, in a gale of laughter at his smalls, smote
[18987]
having spoken a few words in a low tone to young Mr Dixon, retired with
[18995]
so, said Mr Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater
[19033]
To revert to Mr Bloom who, after his first entry, had been conscious of
[19041]
strong animal spirits spoke in their behalf. But the word of Mr Costello
[19047]
creation’s chain desiderated by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. It was
[19078]
must acquaint you, said Mr Crotthers, clapping on the table so as to
[19122]
in Mr Cuffe’s hearing brought upon him from an indignant rancher
[19150]
tongues. In vain the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring
[19157]
Murder and rendered memorable by the impassioned plea of Mr Advocate
[19162]
of certain chinless Chinamen (cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan) in
[19198]
been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in that vein of
[19201]
a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr
[19204]
by mutual consent was referred to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant
[19205]
submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Hitherto silent, whether the
[19443]
transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus’ (Div. Scep.) contentions
[19450]
by Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) regarding the future determination of sex.
[19462]
are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. Mr M.
[19477]
in a most enjoyable manner. Mr J. Crotthers (Disc. Bacc.) attributes
[19489]
that thrown out by Mr V. Lynch (Bacc. Arith.) that both natality and
[19507]
race in general in securing thereby the survival of the fittest. Mr S.
[19523]
a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) which took
[19561]
Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer’s office, Dublin Castle. And
15. Circe
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MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you
[20750]
(Mr Philip Beaufoy, palefaced, stands in the witnessbox, in accurate
[20772]
My literary agent Mr J. B. Pinker is in attendance. I presume, my
[20964]
Coleman. Mr Wisdom Hely J. P. My old chief Joe Cuffe. Mr V. B. Dillon,
[21139]
be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the dock where he now stands and detained
[21207]
PADDY DIGNAM: (Earnestly.) Once I was in the employ of Mr J. H. Menton,
[21776]
THE MOB: Lynch him! Roast him! He’s as bad as Parnell was. Mr Fox!
[22266]
of his voice, his arms uplifted.) Big Brother up there, Mr President,
[22268]
believe strong in you, Mr President. I certainly am thinking now Miss
[22271]
Miss Florry, just now as I done seed you. Mr President, you come long
[22272]
and help me save our sisters dear. (He winks at his audience.) Our Mr
[22979]
FLORRY: (Hiding her with her gown.) She didn’t mean it, Mr Bello.
[22982]
KITTY: Don’t be too hard on her, Mr Bello. Sure you won’t,
[23111]
violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.
[23336]
cesspool. (He explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh.) We’ll manure you, Mr
[23803]
FLORRY: (Nods.) Mr Lambe from London.
[24568]
red Murray, editor Brayden, T. M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John
[24941]
Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard,
[24947]
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: To the devil which hath made glad my young
[24953]
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Raises high behind the celebrant’s
[25074]
SECOND WATCH: Night, Mr Kelleher.
[25099]
SECOND WATCH: All right, Mr Kelleher. Good night.
[25194]
BLOOM: Eh! Ho! (There is no answer; he bends again.) Mr Dedalus! (There
16. Eumaeus
[25257]
Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of
[25261]
bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for some beverage to drink Mr
[25285]
no symptom of its budging a quarter of an inch when Mr Bloom, who was
[25293]
direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom being handicapped
[25322]
yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom who at all events was in complete
[25335]
an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias or, he being the
[25339]
were admittedly unscrupulous in the service of the Crown and, as Mr
[25378]
—Someone saluted you, Mr Bloom said.
[25386]
compliment. Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch
[25432]
boys’ school at Dalkey for a gentleman usher. Mr Garrett Deasy. Try
[25496]
Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the
[25516]
The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom who, with his
[25524]
At this intelligence, in which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr
[25537]
—Needs! Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the least surprise at
[25549]
—I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom
[25557]
—A gifted man, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in more respects
[25580]
—No, Mr Bloom repeated again, I wouldn’t personally repose much
[25633]
Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman’s shelter, an unpretentious
[25645]
—Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest
[25655]
floor. Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having
[25670]
—Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the
[25678]
which he beat a retreat to his counter, Mr Bloom determining to have
[25685]
time, like names. Cicero, Podmore, Napoleon, Mr Goodbody. Jesus, Mr
[25688]
—Yes, to be sure, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Of course. Our name
[25697]
Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion’s boot but
[25711]
Mr Bloom was all at sea for a moment, seeing the others evidently
[25719]
As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the whole business
[25749]
A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness’ sake just felt
[25755]
—Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth.
[25762]
—Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen unobtrusively.
[25775]
Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene, the homecoming
[25866]
Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the
[25990]
is bliss Mr B. and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both
[26000]
natives choza de, another the seaman’s discharge. Mr Bloom, so far
[26012]
—Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom inquired.
[26017]
—Ah, you’ve touched there too, Mr Bloom said, Europa point, thinking
[26022]
—What year would that be about? Mr B interrogated. Can you recall the
[26133]
her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill. Mr
[26158]
—It beats me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, medically I am speaking,
[26199]
Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the
[26237]
Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom thought well to stir
[26273]
Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article,
[26278]
—Our mutual friend’s stories are like himself, Mr Bloom apropos
[26352]
—Quite so, Mr Bloom dittoed.
[26359]
—It’s in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in
[26401]
due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who
[26446]
rock in Galway bay when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a Mr
[26456]
in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom’s sharp ears heard him then expectorate
[26523]
From inside information extending over a series of years Mr Bloom was
[26573]
that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some £. s. d. in the course of his
[26595]
—Of course, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you must look at both sides
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Yes, Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark, that
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—I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom insinuated.
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—What belongs, queried Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was perhaps under
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At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom, to change the subject, looked
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foreign to his sober state. Probably the homelife to which Mr B attached
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with anything approaching the same luck as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken
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late Mr Patrick Dignam.
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—This morning (Hynes put it in of course) the remains of the late Mr
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—It is. Really, Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to
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entire colts and fillies. Mr F. Alexander’s Throwaway, b. h. by
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Walden’s Zinfandel (M. Cannon) 2. Mr W. Bass’s Sceptre 3. Betting 5
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lead, beating Lord Howard de Walden’s chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass’s
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address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the same time he inwardly
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from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom B. did not quite recall though the name
17. Ithaca
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engineer, Mr Spencer Harty, C. E., on the instructions of the waterworks
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their meter on the affirmation of the law agent of the corporation, Mr
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subtracted for Mr Bloom’s and Mrs Fleming’s breakfasts, made one
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Circular road opposite Mr Gavin Low’s place of business where she had
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Bloom (three times), by the reverend Mr Gilmer Johnston M. A., alone,
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and fashionable intelligence (Mr and Mrs Leopold Bloom have left
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date Xmas 1892, the name of the senders: from Mr + Mrs M. Comerford,
18. Penelope
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and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there I suppose
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advertisements when he could have been in Mr Cuffes still only for
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he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other Mr de
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something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thoms and Helys and Mr
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is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were all in great style at the
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things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and