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1. Telemachus

[107] —The bard’s noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets:

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

[123] —Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said.

[411] our sakes.

[687] —Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said.

[984] either. That’s our national problem, I’m afraid, just now.

2. Nestor

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

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

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

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

[1660] —The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human

[1680] the strangers to our shore here, MacMurrough’s wife and her leman,

3. Proteus

[1813] the silted sand. Like me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother.

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

[2062] our saucestained plates, the green fairy’s fang thrusting between his

[2065] yokefellow, our crimes our common cause. You’re your father’s son.

[2078] tobaccoshreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Raw

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

4. Calypso

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

[2883] and we’ll break our sides. Families of them. Bone them young so they

[2884] metamspychosis. That we live after death. Our souls. That a man’s soul

[3081] bit. Our prize titbit: Matcham’s Masterstroke. Written by Mr Philip

5. Lotus Eaters

[3230] O’Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Griffith’s

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

[3606] We ought to have hats modelled on our heads. They were about him here

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

[3682] —O God, our refuge and our strength...

[3703] Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The doctors of the

[3709] our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God

6. Hades

[3913] the bed. Pull it more to your side. Our windingsheet. Never know who

[4382] pays. Penny a week for a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby. Meant

[4452] incurables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady’s Hospice for the dying.

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

[4954] up at a statue of Our Saviour the widow had got put up.

7. Aeolus

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

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

[5432] —Yes, Red Murray agreed. But Mario was said to be the picture of Our

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

[5742] with pomp of tone. Our lovely land.

[5816] —Peaks, Ned Lambert went on, towering high on high, to bathe our

[5826] translucent glow of our mild mysterious Irish twilight...

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

[6102] —Which they accordingly did do, Lenehan said. Our old ancient

[6205] and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege

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

[6517] that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives.

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

[6632] —Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our

[6634] have no cities nor no wealth: our cities are hives of humanity and

[6635] our galleys, trireme and quadrireme, laden with all manner merchandise

[6647] —You pray to a local and obscure idol: our temples, majestic and

[6652] our name.

[6796] see them. What’s keeping our friend?

8. Lestrygonians

[6986] Majesty the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne sucking red

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

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

[7157] ’em. What? Our envelopes. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Can’t

[7165] outside world. Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount

[7441] the toady news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the Irish

[7589] our lovely land. Gammon and spinach. Dublin Bakery Company’s tearoom.

[7903] plate’s empty. After you with our incorporated drinkingcup. Like

9. Scylla and Charybdis

[8652] —Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton censured, have yet to create

[8662] the words of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the eternal

[8688] must work off bad karma first. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very

[8776] one. Our Father who art in purgatory. Khaki Hamlets don’t hesitate

[8787] Mr Best’s behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our

[8850] poet lived? As for living our servants can do that for us, Villiers de

[8987] —I don’t know if I can. Thursday. We have our meeting. If I can get

[9004] together a sheaf of our younger poets’ verses. We are all looking

[9028] and Sancho Panza. Our national epic has yet to be written, Dr Sigerson

[9102] much. Others abide our question. A shadow hangs over all the rest.

[9125] —As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said,

[9216] harmony with—what shall I say?—our notions of what ought not to have

[9317] tired perhaps of our brilliancies of theorising. I hear that an actress

[9386] your conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like

[9404] Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of

[9557] Our judges tell us.

[9581] they have still if our peasant plays are true to type.

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

[10164] playbox, Haines and I, the plumbers’ hall. Our players are creating a

[10211] —The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time.

[10297] And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils

[10298] From our bless’d altars.

10. Wandering Rocks

[10523] man’s race on earth, and of the ways of God which were not our ways.

[10698] —Our father who art not in heaven.

[11365] The sweepings of every country including our own. Isn’t that true?

[11585] —O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.

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

[11704] —You could try our friend, Mr Power suggested backward.

[11772] language of our forefathers.

[11829] —Yes, Mulligan said. That’s John Howard, his brother, our city

11. Sirens

[12906] —Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said.

[13620] —No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. The Croppy Boy. Our native Doric.

12. Cyclops

[14132] —What about paying our respects to our friend? says Joe.

[14541] there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard

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

[14782] are by our side and the foes we hate before us.

[14800] our country cousins of whom there were large contingents. Considerable

[14803] mirth-provoking fashion. Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade

[14864] lovely notes with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our

[14895] with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion

[14993] comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse. Our

[15007] to disclose though we believe that our readers will find the topical

[15011] but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well

[15077] —Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however

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

[15240] the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. The

[15241] wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr

[15255] advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing

[15471] Six and eightpence, please. Who wants your opinion? Let us drink our

[15573] want no more strangers in our house.

[15582] —The strangers, says the citizen. Our own fault. We let them come in.

[15594] all our misfortunes.

[15702] that won’t see, if you know what that means. Where are our missing

[15703] twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost

[15704] tribes? And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole world!

[15705] And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax

[15706] and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our

[15707] tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our

[15708] Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk

[15709] and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent

[15715] Tipperary, second to none, our farfamed horses even today, the Irish

[15717] the right to fish in our waters. What do the yellowjohns of Anglia owe

[15718] us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths? And the beds of the

[15766] —And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. We had our trade with

[15773] citizen, clapping his thigh. Our harbours that are empty will be full

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

[15809] —But what about the fighting navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at

[15859] —We’ll put force against force, says the citizen. We have our

[15880] broken treatystone. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild

[15978] on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs

[16178] Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their

[16190] —Bestir thyself, sirrah! cried he who had knocked. Look to our steeds.

[16304] us, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our

[16556] seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year

[16584] departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst.

13. Nausicaa

[16678] Master Jacky. Boys will be boys and our two twins were no exception

[16965] reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede

[17034] the ball. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and

[17156] woman instituted by God, he said, and that Our Blessed Lady herself said

[17933] they say. Like our small talk. And says she and says he. Nerve they have

14. Oxen of the Sun

[18197] latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine

[18313] reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for

[18364] but all cried with one acclaim nay, by our Virgin Mother, the wife

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

[18399] soul was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for

[18450] puissant who aventried the dear corse of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd,

[18451] our mighty mother and mother most venerable and Bernardus saith aptly

[18454] us, saith Augustine too, whereas that other, our grandam, which we are

[18551] with our subsolar being. The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail,

[18559] the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.

[18754] says Mr Dixon. It is that same bull that was sent to our island by

[18760] women of our island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after

[18779] scarce walk to pasture. To remedy which our cozening dames and damsels

[18827] Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the doorway

[18840] to the noblest task for which our bodily organism has been framed. Well,

[18861] note much in favour with our ascendancy party. He proposed to set up

[18955] imperfect are all our sublunary joys. Maledicity! he exclaimed in

[18976] our hearts and it has become a household word that il y a deux choses

[18977] for which the innocence of our original garb, in other circumstances a

[18983] the enrichment of our store of knowledge.

[19048] now for more than the middle span of our allotted years that he had

[19101] to civic rights, constituted himself the lord paramount of our

[19464] our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. by

[19466] and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity

[19487] do, all things considered and in spite of our human shortcomings which

[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

[19521] the vile parlance of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the

[19557] Bobsy (called after our famous hero of the South African war, lord Bobs

[19598] her pose then, Our Lady of the Cherries, a comely brace of them pendent

[19705] week gone. Yours? Mead of our fathers for the Übermensch. Dittoh. Five

[19746] colour coon down our side. Gawds teruth, Chawley. We are nae fou.

[19762] back Madden’s a maddening back. O lust our refuge and our strength.

[19764] All in if he spots me. Come ahome, our Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo.

[19769] nachez, vel, I vil get misha mishinnah. Through yerd our lord, Amen.

15. Circe

[20332] marriage mingling of our different little conjugials. You know I had a

[20551] And free our native land.

[20714] one of Britain’s fighting men who helped to win our battles. Got his

[20721] up there among you. The R. D. F., with our own Metropolitan police,

[20722] guardians of our homes, the pluckiest lads and the finest body of men,

[20723] as physique, in the service of our sovereign.

[21349] food. Suicide. Lies. All our habits. Why, look at our public life!

[21358] That’s my programme. Cui bono? But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in

[21361] AN ELECTOR: Three times three for our future chief magistrate!

[21387] upon our prostituted labour. The poor man starves while they are

[21499] BLOOM: My subjects! We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix

[21501] our former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess

[21512] BLOOM: (Embraces John Howard Parnell.) We thank you from our heart,

[21514] our common ancestors.

[21523] Ladysmith. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with

[21526] left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering

[21584] in Space (astric), Songs that Reached Our Heart (melodic), Pennywise’s

[21634] Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the year 1 of the Paradisiacal

[21690] ALEXANDER KEYES: When will we have our own house of keys?

[21721] seeking to overthrow our holy faith.

[21826] in the name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been

[22016] Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? Come and

[22257] stamps. (He shouts.) Now then our glory song. All join heartily in the

[22272] and help me save our sisters dear. (He winks at his audience.) Our Mr

[22297] discreetly.) He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the

[22377] coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of

[22454] amputation. Our old friend caustic. They must be starved. Snip off with

[22477] five hundred and fifty of our era. One tablespoonful of honey will

[22562] Deasy or telegraph. Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep

[22563] impression. Though our ages. Will write fully tomorrow. I’m partially

[22876] a twinge of sciatica in my left glutear muscle. It runs in our family.

[23160] BLOOM: Don’t ask me! Our mutual faith. Pleasants street. I only

[23177] BELLO: (Satirically.) By day you will souse and bat our smelling

[23178] underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines

[23295] BELLO: Changed, eh? Our whatnot, our writingtable where we never wrote,

[23296] aunt Hegarty’s armchair, our classic reprints of old masters. A man

[23332] bury you in our shrubbery jakes where you’ll be dead and dirty with

[23366] THE YEWS: (Their leaves whispering.) Sister. Our sister. Ssh!

[23437] THE YEWS: (Mingling their boughs.) Listen. Whisper. She is right, our

[23446] excursion? Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?

[23478] THE YEWS: (Rustling.) She is right, our sister. Whisper. (Whispered

[23481] profaned our silent shade?

[23485] THE YEWS: (Sweeping downward.) Sister, yes. And on our virgin sward.

[23628] Your strength our weakness. What’s our studfee? What will you pay on

[23805] STEPHEN: Lamb of London, who takest away the sins of our world.

[24136] Keep our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed.

[24193] STEPHEN: Hark! Our friend noise in the street.

[24401] butter fall from his eyes on to the scone.) Our great sweet mother! Epi

[24770] That hanged our Irish leaders.

[24837] A ROUGH: Our men retreated.

[24856] by our monarch.

[25117] SECOND WATCH: It’s our duty.

[25148] CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we

16. Eumaeus

[25316] the very palatable odour indeed of our daily bread, of all commodities

[25639] moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner

[25688] —Yes, to be sure, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Of course. Our name

[25878] suspicions of our friend’s bona fides nevertheless it reminded him in

[25894] the sights of the great metropolis, the spectacle of our modern Babylon

[25923] small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the street, when the

[26025] Our soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering:

[26227] question of our national poet over again, who precisely wrote them like

[26231] one of our skipper’s bricks disguised. Still no-one can give what he

[26278] —Our mutual friend’s stories are like himself, Mr Bloom apropos

[26300] of identical name who sprang from the pen of our national poet) who

[26361] street museum today, shortly prior to our meeting if I can so call it,

[26514] peasant. He’s the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?

[26567] as for our friend, the pseudo Skin-the-etcetera, he had transparently

[26598] though every country, they say, our own distressful included, has the

[26647] patria, as we learned a smattering of in our classical days in Alma

[26763] allembracing give us this day our daily press. First he got a bit of a

[27168] our friend at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan’s so that

[27221] —I propose, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection

[27388] —Our lives are in peril tonight. Beware of the steamroller.

17. Ithaca

[28296] gratis 1 pair of our special non-compo boots, guaranteed 1 candle power.

[28394] What to do with our wives.

[28933] and in volume 900 times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the

[28935] nebula in which 100 of our solar systems could be contained: of moribund

[28936] and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of our system plunging

[29941] What a pity the government did not supply our men with wonderworkers

18. Penelope

[30621] want us to cover our faces but she was a welleducated woman certainly

[30673] eat at our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not in my

[30791] row over politics he began it not me when he said about Our Lord being a

[30974] the 27th it wouldnt be pleasant if he did suppose our rooms at the hotel

[31065] for our mangy cup of tea itself as a great compliment to be noticed the

[31279] compare our hair mine was thicker than hers she showed me how to settle

[31286] and then at the windows then down and our eyes met I felt something go

[31873] Our Lords both put together all over Asia imitating him as hes always

[31889] men with our 4 sticks of furniture and then the City Arms hotel worse

[31895] lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and gives

[32042] me then hell write about me lover and mistress publicly too with our 2

[32086] our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked

[32094] camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if

[32131] Id never have another our 1st death too it was we were never the same