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1. Telemachus

[27] He added in a preacher’s tone:

[54] Buck Mulligan’s gay voice went on.

[98] He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen’s upper

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

[125] He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen’s

[128] —The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That’s why she

[185] says you have g. p. i. He’s up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman.

[199] —I pinched it out of the skivvy’s room, Buck Mulligan said. It does

[203] Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen’s peering

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

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

[224] downstairs and touch him for a guinea. He’s stinking with money and

[230] Cranly’s arm. His arm.

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

[243] the tailor’s shears. A scared calf’s face gilded with marmalade. I

[247] gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold’s face, pushes his mower

[252] —Let him stay, Stephen said. There’s nothing wrong with him except

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

[272] mother’s death?

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

[289] Mulligan’s cheek.

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

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

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

[301] the wrong way. To me it’s all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral

[303] picks buttercups off the quilt. Humour her till it’s over. You crossed

[305] like some hired mute from Lalouette’s. Absurd! I suppose I did say it.

[347] Upon love’s bitter mystery

[361] words, Stephen: love’s bitter mystery.

[381] fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children’s

[400] Buck Mulligan’s voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up

[401] the staircase, calling again. Stephen, still trembling at his soul’s

[406] apologising for waking us last night. It’s all right.

[415] —I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it’s very clever.

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

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

[479] gifts. Where’s the sugar? O, jay, there’s no milk.

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

[511] woman’s wheedling voice:

[526] —That’s folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five

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

[543] Buck Mulligan’s face smiled with delight.

[562] An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen’s elbow.

[564] —That’s a lovely morning, sir, she said. Glory be to God.

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

[611] God’s likeness, the serpent’s prey. And to the loud voice that now

[627] —He’s English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak

[631] speak the language myself. I’m told it’s a grand language by them

[646] —Bill, sir? she said, halting. Well, it’s seven mornings a pint at

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

[674] She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan’s tender chant:

[706] Conscience. Yet here’s a spot.

[711] Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen’s foot under the table and said with

[732] milkwoman or from him. It’s a toss up, I think.

[739] Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen’s arm.

[745] —To tell you the God’s truth I think you’re right. Damn all else

[756] —There’s your snotrag, he said.

[766] —And there’s your Latin quarter hat, he said.

[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

[832] loose laughter, said to Stephen’s ear:

[851] —It’s a wonderful tale, Haines said, bringing them to halt again.

[865] a doll’s head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and

[869] My mother’s a jew, my father’s a bird.

[871] So here’s to disciples and Calvary.

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

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

[885] And Olivet’s breezy... Goodbye, now, goodbye!

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

[893] —We oughtn’t to laugh, I suppose. He’s rather blasphemous. I’m

[907] —There’s only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.

[963] The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen’s memory the triumph of

[972] the Father, and Valentine, spurning Christ’s terrene body, and the

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

[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.

[988] —She’s making for Bullock harbour.

[992] —There’s five fathoms out there, he said. It’ll be swept up that

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

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

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

[1104] seal’s, far out on the water, round.

2. Nestor

[1125] The boy’s blank face asked the blank window.

[1128] memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake’s wings

[1130] masonry, and time one livid final flame. What’s left us then?

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

[1153] to the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy’s breath. Welloff people,

[1162] —Tell me now, Stephen said, poking the boy’s shoulder with the book,

[1180] For Haines’s chapbook. No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid wild

[1183] clement master’s praise. Why had they chosen all that part? Not wholly

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

[1215] Aristotle’s phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated

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

[1236] craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer’s heart and lips and

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

[1240] church’s looms. Ay.

[1302] and damp as a snail’s bed.

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

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

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

[1373] as he followed towards the door the boy’s graceless form.

[1396] And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man’s voice

[1422] And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen’s embarrassed hand

[1424] cowries and leopard shells: and this, whorled as an emir’s turban,

[1425] and this, the scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim’s hoard, dead

[1436] —Three twelve, he said. I think you’ll find that’s right.

[1443] Stephen’s hand, free again, went back to the hollow shells. Symbols

[1466] He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man’s stare.

[1471] Englishman’s mouth?

[1478] —Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That’s not English. A French Celt said that. He

[1509] said. I saw three generations since O’Connell’s time. I remember the

[1555] Westminster’s Shotover, the duke of Beaufort’s Ceylon, prix de

[1557] speeds, backing king’s colours, and shouted with the shouts of

[1567] vying caps and jackets and past the meatfaced woman, a butcher’s dame,

[1573] the joust of life. You mean that knockkneed mother’s darling who seems

[1576] a shout of spearspikes baited with men’s bloodied guts.

[1582] —I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It’s about

[1596] Foot and mouth disease. Known as Koch’s preparation. Serum and

[1597] virus. Percentage of salted horses. Rinderpest. Emperor’s horses at

[1615] the signs of a nation’s decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the

[1616] nation’s vital strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure

[1625] The harlot’s cry from street to street

[1626] Shall weave old England’s windingsheet.

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

[1765] stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That’s why.

3. Proteus

[1811] They came down the steps from Leahy’s terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer:

[1814] Number one swung lourdily her midwife’s bag, the other’s gamp poked

[1831] They clasped and sundered, did the coupler’s will. From before the

[1849] His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara’s or not? My

[1850] consubstantial father’s voice. Did you see anything of your artist

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

[1862] —It’s Stephen, sir.

[1879] head: Wilde’s Requiescat. The drone of his misleading whistle brings

[1888] Papa’s little bedpal. Lump of love.

[1909] He drones bars of Ferrando’s aria di sortita. The grandest number,

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

[1929] and echo, assisting about the altar’s horns, the snorted Latin of

[1970] midden of man’s ashes. He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle

[1977] He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara’s. Am I not going there?

[1986] Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father’s a bird, he

[1987] lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny’s

[2003] devil’s name? Paysayenn. P. C. N., you know: physiques, chimiques et

[2014] dispossessed. With mother’s money order, eight shillings, the banging

[2019] that’s all right. Shake hands. See what I meant, see? O, that’s all

[2020] right. Shake a shake. O, that’s all only all right.

[2032] The aunt thinks you killed your mother. That’s why she won’t.

[2034] Then here’s a health to Mulligan’s aunt

[2045] air. Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife’s lover’s wife, the

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

[2053] smeared with printer’s ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his

[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.

[2079] facebones under his peep of day boy’s hat. How the head centre

[2090] he hides, Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his day’s

[2096] thing’s. Spurned and undespairing. Tell Pat you saw me, won’t you?

[2100] Strongbow’s castle on the Nore. Goes like this. O, O. He takes me,

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

[2126] Elsinore’s tempting flood.

[2135] Gautier’s prose. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have

[2138] Heavy of the past. Sir Lout’s toys. Mind you don’t get one bang

[2161] The dog’s bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my enemy.

[2163] primrose doublet, fortune’s knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you

[2165] Bruce’s brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck,

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

[2169] saved men from drowning and you shake at a cur’s yelping. But the

[2174] days ago off Maiden’s rock. They are waiting for him now. The truth,

[2177] Can’t see! Who’s behind me? Out quickly, quickly! Do you see the

[2189] lowskimming gull. The man’s shrieked whistle struck his limp ears.

[2201] as they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf’s tongue redpanting

[2203] at a calf’s gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed,

[2205] rapidly like a dog all over the dead dog’s bedraggled fell. Dogskull,

[2207] dogsbody! Here lies poor dogsbody’s body.

[2235] her body’s flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway

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

[2238] for, O, my dimber wapping dell! A shefiend’s whiteness under her

[2239] rancid rags. Fumbally’s lane that night: the tanyard smells.

[2253] I am not. Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun’s

[2261] to her mouth’s kiss.

[2264] No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth’s kiss.

[2269] wayawayawayawayaway. Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy’s

[2272] scribbled words. That’s twice I forgot to take slips from the library

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

[2286] yes, that’s right. Flat I see, then think distance, near, far, flat

[2310] Kevin Egan’s movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Et

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

[2318] His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck’s castoffs,

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

[2321] tripudium, foot I dislove. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt’s

[2323] friend, a brother soul: Wilde’s love that dare not speak its name. His

[2324] arm: Cranly’s arm. He now will leave me. And the blame? As I am. As I

4. Calypso

[2457] the dresser, took the jug Hanlon’s milkman had just filled for him,

[2469] mutton kidney at Buckley’s. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper.

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

[2495] it. Old style. Ah yes! of course. Bought it at the governor’s auction.

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

[2516] seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George’s church. Be a

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

[2521] daily but she prefers yesterday’s loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot.

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

[2526] old Tweedy’s big moustaches, leaning on a long kind of a spear. Wander

[2536] Molly’s new garters. Strings. Listen. A girl playing one of those

[2546] He approached Larry O’Rourke’s. From the cellar grating floated up

[2549] end of the city traffic. For instance M’Auley’s down there: n. g. as

[2558] tell you? What’s that, Mr O’Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians,

[2587] Joseph’s National school. Brats’ clamour. Windows open. Fresh air

[2592] He halted before Dlugacz’s window, staring at the hanks of sausages,

[2601] and a half of Denny’s sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips.

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

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

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

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

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

[2699] oldest, the first race. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy’s, clutching a

[2703] woman’s: the grey sunken cunt of the world.

[2711] the bed. Must begin again those Sandow’s exercises. On the hands down.

[2781] new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan’s

[2785] smiling. Silly Milly’s birthday gift. Only five she was then. No,

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

[2811] bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat’s udder. The warmth

[2822] —O, Boylan, she said. He’s bringing the programme.

[2826] —Là ci darem with J. C. Doyle, she said, and Love’s Old Sweet Song.

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

[2869] —Yes. Who’s he when he’s at home?

[2871] —Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It’s Greek: from the Greek. That

[2877] The first night after the charades. Dolphin’s Barn. He turned over the

[2882] Hengler’s. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck

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

[2885] after he dies. Dignam’s soul...

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

[2894] —Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock’s. Nice name he has.

[2899] Kearney, my guarantor. Reincarnation: that’s the word.

[2925] —There’s a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the

[2932] hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork’s legs. Pungent smoke

[2951] mummy’s lovely box of creams and am writing. They are lovely. I am

[2959] cousins or something are big swells and he sings Boylan’s (I was on

[2960] the pop of writing Blazes Boylan’s) song about those seaside girls.

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

[2994] Was given milk too long. On the Erin’s King that day round the Kish.

[3012] yes. Prevent. Useless: can’t move. Girl’s sweet light lips. Will

[3014] now. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. Full gluey woman’s lips.

[3064] letters. Drago’s shopbell ringing. Queer I was just thinking that

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

[3089] patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope it’s

[3109] after the bazaar dance when May’s band played Ponchielli’s dance of

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

5. Lotus Eaters

[3150] By lorries along sir John Rogerson’s quay Mr Bloom walked soberly,

[3151] past Windmill lane, Leask’s the linseed crusher, the postal telegraph

[3154] Lime street. By Brady’s cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his

[3162] enough. Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O’Neill’s. Singing

[3185] doing a hand’s turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot

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

[3198] second per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It’s the

[3225] reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Where’s old Tweedy’s

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

[3229] Easier to enlist and drill. Maud Gonne’s letter about taking them off

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

[3233] Eyes front. Mark time. Table: able. Bed: ed. The King’s own. Never see

[3250] —How’s the body?

[3284] —I was with Bob Doran, he’s on one of his periodical bends, and what

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

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

[3291] perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady’s hand. Which side will

[3302] —Why? I said. What’s wrong with him? I said.

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

[3311] —What’s wrong with him? He said. He’s dead, he said. And, faith,

[3314] the Arch. Yes, he said. He’s gone. He died on Monday, poor fellow.

[3333] —Wife well, I suppose? M’Coy’s changed voice said.

[3340] Plumtree’s Potted Meat?

[3344] —My missus has just got an engagement. At least it’s not settled

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

[3354] —That so? M’Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who’s getting it

[3361] Love’s

[3365] Comes lo-ove’s old...

[3366] —It’s a kind of a tour, don’t you see, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully.

[3367] Sweeeet song. There’s a committee formed. Part shares and part

[3372] —O, well, he said. That’s good news.

[3382] There’s a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner

[3404] he hear the difference? Think he’s that way inclined a bit. Against

[3412] hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane’s Ginger Ale (Aromatic). Clery’s

[3413] Summer Sale. No, he’s going on straight. Hello. Leah tonight. Mrs

[3423] Nathan’s voice! His son’s voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left

[3449] He passed the cabman’s shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies.

[3457] the lee of the station wall. No-one. Meade’s timberyard. Piled balks.

[3463] Open it. And once I played marbles when I went to that old dame’s

[3464] school. She liked mignonette. Mrs Ellis’s. And Mr? He opened the

[3467] A flower. I think it’s a. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Not

[3490] P. S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to

[3499] roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha’s

[3568] Same notice on the door. Sermon by the very reverend John Conmee S. J.

[3569] on saint Peter Claver S. J. and the African Mission. Prayers for the

[3572] religion. Save China’s millions. Wonder how they explain it to the

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

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

[3610] them feel happy. Lollipop. It does. Yes, bread of angels it’s called.

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

[3625] I.H.S. Molly told me one time I asked her. I have sinned: or no: I have

[3631] sly. Their character. That fellow that turned queen’s evidence on the

[3636] that’s a good name for them, there’s always something shiftylooking

[3638] she’s not here: the flower: no, no. By the way, did I tear up that

[3643] what they are used to Guinness’s porter or some temperance beverage

[3644] Wheatley’s Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane’s ginger ale

[3654] of Rossini. Father Bernard Vaughan’s sermon first. Christ or Pilate?

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

[3693] Husband learn to his surprise. God’s little joke. Then out she comes.

[3721] time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you. But we. Excuse, miss, there’s

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

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

[3733] green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. Hamilton Long’s, founded

[3739] O well, poor fellow, it’s not his fault. When was it I got it made up

[3744] to have. Shrunken skull. And old. Quest for the philosopher’s stone.

[3749] Smell almost cure you like the dentist’s doorbell. Doctor Whack. He

[3777] Skinfood. One of the old queen’s sons, duke of Albany was it? had only

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

[3815] Bantam Lyons’s yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Wants a

[3819] —I want to see about that French horse that’s running today, Bantam

[3823] Barber’s itch. Tight collar he’ll lose his hair. Better leave him

[3835] —What’s that? his sharp voice said.

[3841] sheets back on Mr Bloom’s arms.

[3845] He sped off towards Conway’s corner. God speed scut.

[3861] There’s Hornblower standing at the porter’s lodge. Keep him

6. Hades

[3939] —That’s a fine old custom, he said. I am glad to see it has not died

[3947] —There’s a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.

[3965] faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa’s little lump

[3974] landlady’s two hats pinned on his head. Out on the rampage all night.

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

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

[3990] M’Swiney’s. Not likely.

[3992] He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power’s

[3993] mild face and Martin Cunningham’s eyes and beard, gravely shaking.

[4012] Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she’s a dear girl. Soon be

[4044] —After all, he said, it’s the most natural thing in the world.

[4049] —Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He’s behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.

[4060] —What’s wrong?

[4076] dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men’s

[4087] —Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There’s the sun again coming

[4093] —It’s as uncertain as a child’s bottom, he said.

[4104] him, Simon, on Ben Dollard’s singing of The Croppy Boy.

[4110] —Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He’s dead nuts on that. And the

[4113] —Did you read Dan Dawson’s speech? Martin Cunningham asked.

[4124] Mr Bloom’s glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the

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

[4129] grief of his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month’s mind:

[4140] National school. Meade’s yard. The hazard. Only two there now.

[4145] A pointsman’s back straightened itself upright suddenly against

[4146] a tramway standard by Mr Bloom’s window. Couldn’t they invent

[4155] They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark’s, under the railway

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

[4161] drink or two. As broad as it’s long.

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

[4165] Plasto’s. Sir Philip Crampton’s memorial fountain bust. Who was he?

[4199] —O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It’s a

[4221] Farrell’s statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.

[4229] Same house as Molly’s namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford.

[4240] His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power’s goodlooking face. Greyish over

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

[4249] They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator’s form.

[4256] of Elvery’s Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his

[4266] carriage passed Gray’s statue.

[4270] His eyes met Mr Bloom’s eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:

[4277] —That’s an awfully good one that’s going the rounds about Reuben J

[4287] to send him to the Isle of Man out of harm’s way but when they were

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

[4316] saving his son’s life.

[4318] A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power’s hand.

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

[4328] Nelson’s pillar.

[4342] He’s gone from us.

[4368] temperance hotel, Falconer’s railway guide, civil service college,

[4369] Gill’s, catholic club, the industrious blind. Why? Some reason. Sun

[4380] A dwarf’s face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy’s was. Dwarf’s

[4383] nothing. Mistake of nature. If it’s healthy it’s from the mother. If

[4386] —Poor little thing, Mr Dedalus said. It’s well out of it.

[4407] Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his lips again. Martin Cunningham’s

[4409] Like Shakespeare’s face. Always a good word to say. They have no mercy

[4419] capering with Martin’s umbrella.

[4428] the slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner’s sunlit ears, big and

[4449] here seen Kelly? Kay ee double ell wy. Dead March from Saul. He’s

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

[4456] that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He’s gone over to the

[4461] —What’s wrong now?

[4470] —Huuuh! the drover’s voice cried, his switch sounding on their

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

[4506] when the hearse capsized round Dunphy’s and upset the coffin on to the

[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.

[4518] for him. Red face: grey now. Mouth fallen open. Asking what’s up now.

[4523] —Dunphy’s, Mr Power announced as the carriage turned right.

[4525] Dunphy’s corner. Mourning coaches drawn up, drowning their grief. A

[4549] the auction but a lady’s. Developing waterways. James M’Cann’s

[4568] The stonecutter’s yard on the right. Last lap. Crowded on the spit of

[4576] On the curbstone before Jimmy Geary, the sexton’s, an old tramp

[4578] yawning boot. After life’s journey.

[4591] —Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham added. That’s the maxim of

[4595] They looked. Murderer’s ground. It passed darkly. Shuttered,

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

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

[4616] Change that soap now. Mr Bloom’s hand unbuttoned his hip pocket

[4621] Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. It’s all the same.

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

[4646] hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl’s face stained with

[4647] dirt and tears, holding the woman’s arm, looking up at her for a sign

[4648] to cry. Fish’s face, bloodless and livid.

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

[4671] towards the cardinal’s mausoleum. Speaking.

[4681] Todd’s.

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

[4724] —Yes, Ned Lambert said, with the wife’s brother. John Henry Menton

[4732] —Many a good man’s fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh.

[4753] hand, balancing with the other a little book against his toad’s belly.

[4776] saint Werburgh’s lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to bore

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

[4782] The priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy’s

[4785] were before you rested. It’s all written down: he has to do it.

[4821] Mr Power’s soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone.

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

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

[4866] —I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man’s inmost

[4887] He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman’s shoulders. With

[4902] soprano. She’s his wife.

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

[4916] —Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely’s. A traveller for

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

[4924] John Henry Menton’s large eyes stared ahead.

[4939] Cunningham’s side puzzling two long keys at his back.

[4960] the man, says he. That’s not Mulcahy, says he, whoever done it.

[4965] —That’s all done with a purpose, Martin Cunningham explained to

[4970] —To cheer a fellow up, Martin Cunningham said. It’s pure

[4973] Mr Bloom admired the caretaker’s prosperous bulk. All want to be on

[4975] Keys: like Keyes’s ad: no fear of anyone getting out. No passout

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

[4979] Be the better of a shave. Grey sprouting beard. That’s the first sign

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

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

[5064] way. Ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow’s.

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

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

[5079] mine turned by Mesias. Hello. It’s dyed. His wife I forgot he’s not

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

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

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

[5127] to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there’s no.

[5143] —L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M’Coy’s name

[5195] —Let us go round by the chief’s grave, Hynes said. We have time.

[5200] Power’s blank voice spoke:

[5207] —Parnell will never come again, he said. He’s there, all that was

[5212] Ireland’s hearts and hands. More sensible to spend the money on some

[5218] death’s door. Who passed away. Who departed this life. As if they

[5222] pound. Or a woman’s with her saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew.

[5225] it. Old Dr Murren’s. The great physician called him home. Well it’s

[5226] God’s acre for them. Nice country residence. Newly plastered and

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

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

[5286] before he’s well dead. Got wind of Dignam. They wouldn’t care about

[5292] was here was Mrs Sinico’s funeral. Poor papa too. The love that kills.

[5307] Mat Dillon’s long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl,

[5330] —It’s all right now, Martin Cunningham said.

7. Aeolus

[5355] Before Nelson’s pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started

[5358] Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold’s Cross. The hoarse Dublin

[5359] United Tramway Company’s timekeeper bawled them off:

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

[5380] Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince’s stores

[5382] dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince’s

[5390] The door of Ruttledge’s office creaked again. Davy Stephens, minute

[5392] with a roll of papers under his cape, a king’s courier.

[5394] Red Murray’s long shears sliced out the advertisement from the

[5409] Red Murray touched Mr Bloom’s arm with the shears and whispered:

[5415] and National Press and the Freeman’s Journal and National Press.

[5416] Dullthudding Guinness’s barrels. It passed statelily up the staircase,

[5424] The door of Ruttledge’s office whispered: ee: cree. They always build

[5462] Nannetti’s reading closet.

[5475] Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman’s spare body, admiring a glossy

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

[5485] Ballina. Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil Blake’s weekly Pat and Bull

[5486] story. Uncle Toby’s page for tiny tots. Country bumpkin’s queries.

[5489] all pictures. Shapely bathers on golden strand. World’s biggest

[5519] He hurried on eagerly towards the Freeman’s Journal.

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

[5525] Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti’s desk.

[5550] foreman’s sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond

[5558] HOUSE OF KEY(E)S

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

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

[5618] the Telegraph. Where’s what’s his name?

[5624] —Ay. Where’s Monks?

[5659] that’s the other. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob’s sons. And then

[5663] into it well. Justice it means but it’s everybody eating everyone

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

[5670] Citron’s house. Twentyeight. Twentyeight double four.

[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

[5698] Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert’s quizzing

[5707] waters of Neptune’s blue domain, ’mid mossy banks, fanned by

[5711] of his newspaper. How’s that for high?

[5729] Rather upsets a man’s day, a funeral does. He has influence they

[5751] —Dan Dawson’s land Mr Dedalus said.

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

[5793] —Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He’s in

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

[5842] instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh’s

[5875] Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor’s blue eyes roved

[5876] towards Mr Bloom’s face, shadowed by a smile.

[5920] fret. Hello, Jack. That’s all right.

[5931] Lenehan came out of the inner office with Sport’s tissues.

[5950] —Throw him out and shut the door, the editor said. There’s a

[6003] —I’m just running round to Bachelor’s walk, Mr Bloom said, about

[6004] this ad of Keyes’s. Want to fix it up. They tell me he’s round there

[6005] in Dillon’s.

[6015] J. J. O’Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan’s hand and read them,

[6027] Bloom’s wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite,

[6038] —What’s that? Myles Crawford said with a start. Where are the other

[6044] —Come on then, Myles Crawford said. Where’s my hat?

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

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

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

[6106] —They were nature’s gentlemen, J. J. O’Molloy murmured. But we

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

[6171] typescript. Emperor’s horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on

[6220] He whispered then near Stephen’s ear:

[6222] LENEHAN’S LIMERICK

[6224] There’s a ponderous pundit MacHugh

[6240] —Opera? Mr O’Madden Burke’s sphinx face reriddled.

[6255] Stephen’s and Mr O’Madden Burke’s loose ties.

[6277] Dublin’s prime favourite.

[6286] The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen’s shoulder.

[6327] cabman’s shelter, they say, down there at Butt bridge. Holohan told

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

[6347] —Take page four, advertisement for Bransome’s coffee, let us say.

[6363] The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock’s wattles. An

[6367] —Hello? Evening Telegraph here... Hello?... Who’s there?... Yes...

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

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

[6398] —History! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince’s street was

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

[6408] —Hello?... Are you there?... Yes, he’s here still. Come across

[6467] guttersheet not to mention Paddy Kelly’s Budget, Pue’s Occurrences

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

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

[6578] I will not say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man’s

[6597] His gaze turned at once but slowly from J. J. O’Molloy’s towards

[6598] Stephen’s face and then bent at once to the ground, seeking. His

[6602] —When Fitzgibbon’s speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.

[6630] could be corrupted. Ah, curse you! That’s saint Augustine.

[6662] Eternal amid lightnings on Sinai’s mountaintop nor ever have come down

[6684] ears of porches. The tribune’s words, howled and scattered to the four

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

[6706] Mr O’Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally’s lunge of his

[6717] Where are they? That’s all right.

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

[6768] —They want to see the views of Dublin from the top of Nelson’s

[6782] a girl at the foot of Nelson’s pillar to take off the thirst of the

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

[6807] He set off again to walk by Stephen’s side.

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

[6832] Saturday pink. And he wants it copied if it’s not too late I told

[6835] It’s a play on the name. But he practically promised he’d give

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

[6851] suppose it’s worth a short par. He’d give the ad, I think. I’ll

[6878] Dublin women on the top of Nelson’s pillar.

[6880] SOME COLUMN!—THAT’S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID

[6882] —That’s new, Myles Crawford said. That’s copy. Out for the

[6887] blue dome, Adam and Eve’s, saint Laurence O’Toole’s. But it makes

[6901] DAMES DONATE DUBLIN’S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, BELIEF

[6910] Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney’s.

[6964] He halted on sir John Gray’s pavement island and peered aloft at

[6974] Almighty’s truth was known.

8. Lestrygonians

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

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

[7018] From Butler’s monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor’s

[7019] walk. Dedalus’ daughter there still outside Dillon’s auctionrooms.

[7022] mother goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That’s

[7030] Like getting £. s. d. out of him. Does himself well. No guests. All

[7032] reverence: mum’s the word.

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

[7035] too. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. It’s after they feel it.

[7048] J’s son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and

[7049] eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It’s the droll way he comes out with the

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

[7066] Hamlet, I am thy father’s spirit

[7096] Kino’s

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

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

[7125] never exactly understood. There’s a priest. Could ask him. Par it’s

[7129] Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice. She’s

[7131] sound. She’s not exactly witty. Can be rude too. Blurt out what I was

[7142] read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. E. L. Y. S.

[7143] Wisdom Hely’s. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under

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

[7151] eye at once. Everyone dying to know what she’s writing. Get twenty of

[7155] a false stain of black celluloid. His ideas for ads like Plumtree’s

[7159] Kansell, sold by Hely’s Ltd, 85 Dame street. Well out of that ruck

[7169] same. No lard for them. My heart’s broke eating dripping. They like

[7171] Pat Claffey, the pawnbroker’s daughter. It was a nun they say invented

[7174] He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. Rover

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

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

[7178] ago: ninetyfour he died yes that’s right the big fire at Arnott’s.

[7186] As if that. Old Goodwin’s tall hat done up with some sticky stuff.

[7192] Dockrell’s, one and ninepence a dozen. Milly’s tubbing night.

[7194] she looked soaped all over. Shapely too. Now photography. Poor papa’s

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

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

[7202] Pen ...? Of course it’s years ago. Noise of the trams probably. Well,

[7203] if he couldn’t remember the dayfather’s name that he sees every day.

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

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

[7244] —All on the baker’s list, Mrs Breen said.

[7252] Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who’s dead, when and what did he

[7262] Your funeral’s tomorrow

[7266] —Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen’s womaneyes said

[7269] Now that’s quite enough about that. Just: quietly: husband.

[7275] —O, don’t be talking! she said. He’s a caution to rattlesnakes.

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

[7280] from Harrison’s. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom’s

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

[7290] Husband barging. Where’s the ten shillings I gave you on Monday?

[7291] Are you feeding your little brother’s family? Soiled handkerchief:

[7294] —There must be a new moon out, she said. He’s always bad then. Do

[7318] —U. p: up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It’s a great

[7325] —And now he’s going round to Mr Menton’s office. He’s going to

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

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

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

[7362] —Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It’s a very

[7370] —I’m sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days! That’s

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

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

[7419] U. p: up. I’ll take my oath that’s Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding.

[7421] Menton’s office. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Be a feast

[7440] deal on Coates’s shares. Ca’ canny. Cunning old Scotch hunks. All

[7464] muttonchop whiskers grew. Supposed to be well connected. Theodore’s

[7469] year after year all hours of the night. Selfish those t.t’s are. Dog

[7473] Rowe’s? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in

[7476] He walked on past Bolton’s Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot

[7481] Dreadful simply! Child’s head too big: forceps. Doubled up inside her

[7503] she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed them. O, that’s

[7504] nyumnyum. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall’s son. His first bow to

[7512] I pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here’s good luck. Must be

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

[7526] He crossed under Tommy Moore’s roguish finger. They did right to put

[7529] this wide world a vallee. Great song of Julia Morkan’s. Kept her voice

[7530] up to the very last. Pupil of Michael Balfe’s, wasn’t she?

[7538] horse’s hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Lucky I had the

[7539] presence of mind to dive into Manning’s or I was souped. He did come

[7544] he’s in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Wheels within wheels. Police

[7584] Turnkey’s daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Putting up

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

[7593] up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here’s a good lump of thyme

[7602] shadowing Trinity’s surly front. Trams passed one another, ingoing,

[7619] suburbs, jerrybuilt. Kerwan’s mushroom houses built of breeze.

[7627] Provost’s house. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Well tinned

[7632] opposite in Walter Sexton’s window by which John Howard Parnell

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

[7638] corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal’s

[7642] pain. Great man’s brother: his brother’s brother. He’d look nice

[7646] That’s the fascination: the name. All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and

[7650] patriot’s banquet. Eating orangepeels in the park. Simon Dedalus said

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

[7667] Holding forth. She’s taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid

[7673] of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. They say it’s

[7691] and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Or will I drop into old Harris’s

[7698] Incredible. Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer’s

[7699] daughter’s bag and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed

[7700] money too. There’s a little watch up there on the roof of the bank to

[7704] you imagine it’s there you can almost see it. Can’t see it.

[7707] hand at arm’s length towards the sun. Wanted to try that often. Yes:

[7708] completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun’s

[7715] Now that I come to think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. It’s

[7720] proud to be descended from some king’s mistress. His foremother. Lay

[7722] blurt out what you know you’re not to: what’s parallax? Show this

[7739] She was humming. The young May moon she’s beaming, love. He other side

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

[7748] middle of the day of Bob Doran’s bottle shoulders. On his annual bend,

[7755] Queen’s. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his harvestmoon

[7806] He turned Combridge’s corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds.

[7831] New set of microbes. A man with an infant’s saucestained napkin tucked

[7834] Chump chop from the grill. Bolting to get it over. Sad booser’s eyes.

[7847] plug, spilt beer, men’s beery piss, the stale of ferment.

[7867] silver knife in his mouth. That’s witty, I think. Or no. Silver means

[7884] He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne’s.

[7899] mother’s son don’t talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity

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

[7904] sir Philip Crampton’s fountain. Rub off the microbes with your

[7914] After all there’s a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from

[7930] He entered Davy Byrne’s. Moral pub. He doesn’t chat. Stands a drink

[7939] —How’s things?

[7946] without Plumtree’s potted meat? Incomplete. What a stupid ad! Under

[7947] the obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree. Dignam’s potted

[7956] depend on some fellow’s digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and

[7984] —She’s engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard

[7987] —No. O, that’s the style. Who’s getting it up?

[8006] —Getting it up? he said. Well, it’s like a company idea, you see.

[8013] A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom’s heart. He

[8025] —Yes, he said. He’s the organiser in point of fact.

[8044] cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring’s blush. Whose

[8048] —And here’s himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Can you

[8071] There’s no straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones.

[8072] He’s giving Sceptre today. Zinfandel’s the favourite, Lord Howard de

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

[8083] Rothschild’s filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow

[8097] stomach’s Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in

[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

[8156] purple by the Lion’s head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards

[8169] her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of

[8170] nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me.

[8201] —He’s out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for

[8217] —It’s not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. I met him the day

[8219] Nolan’s wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand

[8220] taking it home to his better half. She’s well nourished, I tell you.

[8235] —He’s in the craft, he said.

[8240] He’s an excellent brother. Light, life and love, by God. They give him

[8245] —O, it’s a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when

[8269] —There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He’s a safe man, I’d

[8272] —He’s not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He’s been

[8274] O, Bloom has his good points. But there’s one thing he’ll never do.

[8291] —Who’s standing? Paddy Leonard asked.

[8299] —How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God’ sake? What’s

[8343] —That’s the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered.

[8361] Wasting time explaining it to Flynn’s mouth. Lean people long mouths.

[8390] about two pounds eight. Three Hynes owes me. Two eleven. Prescott’s

[8391] dyeworks van over there. If I get Billy Prescott’s ad: two fifteen.

[8392] Five guineas about. On the pig’s back.

[8401] seaside girls. Against John Long’s a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy

[8405] Mr Bloom turned at Gray’s confectioner’s window of unbought tarts

[8406] and passed the reverend Thomas Connellan’s bookstore. Why I left the

[8421] opposite. Do you want to cross? There’s nothing in the way.

[8423] The cane moved out trembling to the left. Mr Bloom’s eye followed its

[8424] line and saw again the dyeworks’ van drawn up before Drago’s. Where

[8426] John Long’s. Slaking his drouth.

[8428] —There’s a van there, Mr Bloom said, but it’s not moving. I’ll

[8446] for him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child’s hand, his hand.

[8447] Like Milly’s was. Sensitive. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand.

[8448] Wonder if he has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse’s legs:

[8449] tired drudge get his doze. That’s right. Clear. Behind a bull: in

[8470] Penrose! That was that chap’s name.

[8476] ought to help. Workbasket I could buy for Molly’s birthday. Hates

[8488] mind’s eye. The voice, temperatures: when he touches her with his

[8495] shillings, half a crown. Accept my little present. Stationer’s just

[8502] street. Perhaps to Levenston’s dancing academy piano. Might be

[8505] Walking by Doran’s publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat

[8507] his belly. But I know it’s whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark to

[8525] on a dusty bottle. Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder’s

[8528] devil on moneylenders. Gave Reuben J a great strawcalling. Now he’s

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

9. Scylla and Charybdis

[8607] feels that Goethe’s judgments are so true. True in the larger

[8611] he gave his large ear all to the attendant’s words: heard them: and

[8620] elder’s gall, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation? The Sorrows of

[8623] Smile. Smile Cranly’s smile.

[8635] low: a sizar’s laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

[8642] Cranly’s eleven true Wicklowmen to free their sireland. Gaptoothed

[8645] of the glen he cooees for them. My soul’s youth I gave him, night by

[8653] a figure which the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare’s Hamlet

[8658] Clergymen’s discussions of the historicity of Jesus. Art has to reveal

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

[8670] Aristotle was once Plato’s schoolboy.

[8689] illustrious sister H.P.B.’s elemental.

[8692] naughtn’t when a lady’s ashowing of her elemental.

[8697] —That model schoolboy, Stephen said, would find Hamlet’s musings

[8699] and undramatic monologue, as shallow as Plato’s.

[8712] spaces smaller than red globules of man’s blood they creepycrawl after

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

[8723] —I was showing him Jubainville’s book. He’s quite enthusiastic,

[8724] don’t you know, about Hyde’s Lovesongs of Connacht. I couldn’t

[8725] bring him in to hear the discussion. He’s gone to Gill’s to buy it.

[8738] world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant’s heart on

[8743] the poor of heart, the life of Homer’s Phæacians.

[8759] He repeated to John Eglinton’s newgathered frown:

[8761] —Pièce de Shakespeare, don’t you know. It’s so French. The French

[8774] for nothing was he a butcher’s son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and

[8775] spitting in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father’s

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

[8814] —Shakespeare has left the huguenot’s house in Silver street and

[8829] Hamlet, I am thy father’s spirit,

[8837] to his own son’s name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been

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

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

[8855] Mr Best’s face, appealed to, agreed.

[8865] Go to! You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson’s bed, clergyman’s

[8880] Steady on. He’s from beyant Boyne water. The northeast corner. You owe

[8900] John Eglinton’s carping voice asked. Her ghost at least has been laid

[8908] Mother’s deathbed. Candle. The sheeted mirror. Who brought me into

[8931] nomen!), Socratididion’s Epipsychidion, no man, not a woman, will ever

[8932] know. But neither the midwife’s lore nor the caudlelectures saved him

[8935] —But Ann Hathaway? Mr Best’s quiet voice said forgetfully. Yes, we

[8938] His look went from brooder’s beard to carper’s skull, to remind, to

[8980] —Are you going? John Eglinton’s active eyebrows asked. Shall we see

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

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

[9022] Colum’s Drover. Yes, I think he has that queer thing genius. Do you

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

[9034] Cordelia. Cordoglio. Lir’s loneliest daughter.

[9085] A vestal’s lamp.

[9149] drug in the market. The plays of Shakespeare’s later years which Renan

[9173] Good Bacon: gone musty. Shakespeare Bacon’s wild oats. Cypherjugglers

[9189] daughter’s child. My dearest wife, Pericles says, was like this maid.

[9219] Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk’s egg,

[9225] —That may be too, Stephen said. There’s a saying of Goethe’s which

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

[9248] with two backs that urged it King Hamlet’s ghost could not know of

[9252] Lucrece’s bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen’s breast, bare, with

[9258] by Elsinore’s rocks or what you will, the sea’s voice, a voice heard

[9268] A ribald face, sullen as a dean’s, Buck Mulligan came forward, then

[9311] at the D. B. C. He’s gone to Gill’s to buy Hyde’s Lovesongs of

[9316] —The bard’s fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton answered, are rather

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

[9332] Of course it’s all paradox, don’t you know, Hughes and hews and

[9333] hues, the colour, but it’s so typical the way he works it out. It’s

[9340] Deasy’s ducats.

[9346] Wit. You would give your five wits for youth’s proud livery he pranks

[9352] Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils her, fang in’s kiss.

[9357] They talked seriously of mocker’s seriousness.

[9359] Buck Mulligan’s again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile. Then, his head

[9377] —It’s what I’m telling you, mister honey, it’s queer and sick we

[9381] Connery’s sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.

[9394] heard you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He’s out in pampooties

[9416] —There’s a gentleman here, sir, the attendant said, coming forward

[9431] —This gentleman? Freeman’s Journal? Kilkenny People? To be sure.

[9450] —What’s his name? Ikey Moses? Bloom.

[9466] —We want to hear more, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best’s

[9467] approval. We begin to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of

[9482] and its foul pleasures. You know Manningham’s story of the burgher’s

[9486] answered from the capon’s blankets: William the conqueror came before

[9494] —The height of fine society. And sir William Davenant of Oxford’s

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

[9511] Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton’s desk sharply.

[9529] deeds are rank in that ghost’s mind: a broken vow and the dullbrained

[9530] yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband’s brother.

[9542] sons, Susan, her husband too, while Susan’s daughter, Elizabeth, to

[9543] use granddaddy’s words, wed her second, having killed her first.

[9547] father’s shepherd. Explain you then. Explain the swansong too wherein

[9555] She was entitled to her widow’s dower

[9611] William Shakespeare and company, limited. The people’s William. For

[9638] Aubrey’s ostler and callboy get rich quick? All events brought grist

[9640] hanging and quartering of the queen’s leech Lopez, his jew’s heart

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

[9645] enthusiasm. Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we have a porter’s

[9648] The sugared sonnets follow Sidney’s. As for fay Elizabeth, otherwise

[9676] —Pogue mahone! Acushla machree! It’s destroyed we are from this day!

[9677] It’s destroyed we are surely!

[9703] —The will to live, John Eglinton philosophised, for poor Ann, Will’s

[9725] man’s worst enemies shall be those of his own house and family. I feel

[9732] it him. Visits him here on quarter days. Mr Magee, sir, there’s a

[9733] gentleman to see you. Me? Says he’s your father, sir. Give me my

[9745] evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father’s

[9753] Boccaccio’s Calandrino was the first and last man who felt himself

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

[9779] his father’s envy, his friend his father’s enemy.

[9807] play’s the thing! Let me parturiate!

[9811] —As for his family, Stephen said, his mother’s name lives in the

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

[9815] girls in The Tempest, in Pericles, in Winter’s Tale are we know. Who

[9835] up in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on’s back. The playhouse

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

[9839] MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! What’s in a name?

[9867] than his glory of greatest shakescene in the country. What’s in a

[9885] Read the skies. Autontimorumenos. Bous Stephanoumenos. Where’s your

[9886] configuration? Stephen, Stephen, cut the bread even. S. D: sua donna.

[9887] Già: di lui. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.

[9894] What more’s to speak?

[9913] —That’s very interesting because that brother motive, don’t you

[9961] Ann (what’s in a name?), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow.

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

[9966] Edmund figures lifted out of Sidney’s Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a

[9969] —That was Will’s way, John Eglinton defended. We should not now

[9995] He laughed to free his mind from his mind’s bondage.

[10025] Prospero, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa’s lump of love, and

[10044] Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton’s

[10142] Item: was Hamlet mad? The quaker’s pate godlily with a priesteen in

[10177] minion of pleasure, Phedo’s toyable fair hair.

[10218] The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men’s

[10229] He turned a happy patch’s smirk to Stephen, saying:

[10274] —The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown’s awe. Did

10. Wandering Rocks

[10306] The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S. J. reset his smooth watch

[10308] three. Just nice time to walk to Artane. What was that boy’s name

[10310] person to see. Mr Cunningham’s letter. Yes. Oblige him, if possible.

[10316] reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his

[10321] ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal Wolsey’s

[10347] Bernard Vaughan’s droll eyes and cockney voice.

[10374] Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee’s letter

[10383] Maxwell at the corner of Dignam’s court.

[10410] Joseph’s church, Portland row. For aged and virtuous females.

[10420] from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. He passed Grogan’s

[10426] Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin’s publichouse against the window

[10429] Father Conmee passed H. J. O’Neill’s funeral establishment where

[10432] saluted the constable. In Youkstetter’s, the porkbutcher’s, Father

[10433] Conmee observed pig’s puddings, white and black and red, lie neatly

[10444] On Newcomen bridge the very reverend John Conmee S. J. of saint Francis

[10445] Xavier’s church, upper Gardiner street, stepped on to an outward bound

[10449] saint Agatha’s church, north William street, on to Newcomen bridge.

[10490] of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S. J. and the African mission and of

[10496] faith had not (D.V.) been brought. But they were God’s souls, created

[10519] husband’s brother? She would half confess if she had not all sinned as

[10520] women did. Only God knew and she and he, her husband’s brother.

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

[10579] —That’s a fine day, Mr Kelleher.

[10583] —It’s very close, the constable said.

[10589] —What’s the best news? he asked.

[10594] A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell’s corner,

[10595] skirting Rabaiotti’s icecream car, and jerked himself up Eccles

[10606] J. J. O’Molloy’s white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was in

[10630] woman’s hand flung forth a coin over the area railings. It fell on the

[10634] minstrel’s cap, saying:

[10652] —M’Guinness’s.

[10660] —What’s in the pot? she asked.

[10670] —And what’s in this?

[10692] —A good job we have that much. Where’s Dilly?

[10700] Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey’s bowl, exclaimed:

[10707] between the Customhouse old dock and George’s quay.

[10709] The blond girl in Thornton’s bedded the wicker basket with rustling

[10726] H. E. L. Y.’S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane,

[10730] his fob and held it at its chain’s length.

[10735] hawker’s cart.

[10747] —Send it at once, will you? he said. It’s for an invalid.

[10753] —What’s the damage? he asked.

[10755] The blond girl’s slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

[10776] He gazed over Stephen’s shoulder at Goldsmith’s knobby poll.

[10779] gripping the handrests. Palefaces. Men’s arms frankly round their

[10801] His heavy hand took Stephen’s firmly. Human eyes. They gazed curiously

[10831] Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny’s corner and the

[10832] slab where Wolfe Tone’s statue was not, eeled themselves turning H. E.

[10833] L. Y.’S and plodded back as they had come.

[10837] capital esses. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. She’s not nicelooking,

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

[10840] concertina skirt like Susy Nagle’s. They kick out grand. Shannon and

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

[10867] The vesta in the clergyman’s uplifted hand consumed itself in a long

[10874] council chamber of saint Mary’s abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed

[10887] —That’s right, Ned Lambert said. That’s quite right, sir.

[10912] the pillars. With J. J. O’Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary’s

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

[10920] the Fitzgeralds he told me. He’s well up in history, faith.

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

[10963] —See? he said. Say it’s turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.

[10971] admiralty division of king’s bench to the court of appeal an elderly

[11003] —He’s a hero, he said simply.

[11009] They passed Dan Lowry’s musichall where Marie Kendall, charming

[11015] half choked with sewer gas. Down went Tom Rochford anyhow, booky’s

[11024] —This way, he said, walking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam’s

[11025] to see Sceptre’s starting price. What’s the time by your gold watch

[11029] O’Neill’s clock.

[11031] —After three, he said. Who’s riding her?

[11047] scanned books on the hawker’s cart.

[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

[11068] Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out of Mangan’s, late

[11069] Fehrenbach’s, carrying a pound and a half of porksteaks.

[11099] winter’s night on the Featherbed Mountain. Bloom and Chris Callinan

[11102] well primed with a good load of Delahunt’s port under her bellyband.

[11103] Every jolt the bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell’s

[11114] —The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She’s a

[11121] Chris Callinan, sure that’s only what you might call a pinprick. By

[11128] M’Coy’s white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave.

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

[11133] not one of your common or garden... you know... There’s a touch of the

[11137] Monk, then of Aristotle’s Masterpiece. Crooked botched print. Plates:

[11164] A woman’s voice behind the dingy curtain. Listen: the man.

[11199] chancery, king’s bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in

[11200] the lord chancellor’s court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the

[11207] curtains. The shopman’s uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven

[11220] —Sweets of Sin, he said, tapping on it. That’s a good one.

[11222] The lacquey by the door of Dillon’s auctionrooms shook his handbell

[11238] Mr Dedalus, tugging a long moustache, came round from Williams’s row.

[11241] —It’s time for you, she said.

[11270] James’s street.

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

[11307] —Watch him, he said. It’s instructive. I wonder will he allow us to

[11313] you all where Jesus left the jews. Look, there’s all I have. I got

[11346] From the sundial towards James’s gate walked Mr Kernan, pleased with

[11347] the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James’s

[11348] street, past Shackleton’s offices. Got round him all right. How do you

[11366] That’s a fact.

[11368] Graft, my dear sir. Well, of course, where there’s money going

[11369] there’s always someone to pick it up.

[11391] North wall and sir John Rogerson’s quay, with hulls and anchorchains,

[11398] Lambert’s brother over the way, Sam? What? Yes. He’s as like it as

[11407] Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant’s wife

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

[11419] corner of Guinness’s visitors’ waitingroom. Outside the Dublin

[11420] Distillers Company’s stores an outside car without fare or jarvey

[11425] Menton’s office, led his wife over O’Connell bridge, bound for the

[11432] now in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly’s. No

[11455] Stephen Dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary’s

[11481] one with a midwife’s bag in which eleven cockles rolled.

[11495] his shoulderblade. In Clohissey’s window a faded 1860 print of Heenan

[11517] white wine vinegar. How to win a woman’s love. For me this. Say the

[11523] Salanka to all true believers divulged. As good as any other abbot’s

[11524] charms, as mumbling Joachim’s. Down, baldynoddle, or we’ll wool your

[11529] Dilly’s high shoulders and shabby dress.

[11538] pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly’s token. Nebrakada femininum.

[11548] He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal’s French primer.

[11556] —Here, Stephen said. It’s all right. Mind Maggy doesn’t pawn it on

[11567] Agenbite of inwit. Inwit’s agenbite.

[11575] They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter’s. Father Cowley

[11578] —What’s the best news? Mr Dedalus said.

[11590] just waiting for Ben Dollard. He’s going to say a word to long John to

[11596] —I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He’s always

[11603] Ben Dollard’s loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops

[11614] Dollard’s figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he

[11617] —That’s a pretty garment, isn’t it, for a summer’s day?

[11628] God he’s not paid yet.

[11635] Ben Dollard frowned and, making suddenly a chanter’s mouth, gave forth

[11640] —That’s the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.

[11649] Mary’s abbey past James and Charles Kennedy’s, rectifiers, attended

[11656] —Come along with me to the subsheriff’s office, he said. I want to

[11657] show you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He’s a cross between

[11658] Lobengula and Lynchehaun. He’s well worth seeing, mind you. Come

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

[11677] —That’s right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He’s a

[11698] Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy’s head by Miss Douce’s head, appeared

[11732] —There’s Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said, just heading for Kavanagh’s.

[11736] Outside la Maison Claire Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney’s

[11741] uncertainly, with hasty steps past Micky Anderson’s watches.

[11743] —The assistant town clerk’s corns are giving him some trouble, John

[11746] They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh’s winerooms. The

[11787] Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning’s flank and

[11798] —Rather lowsized. Dignam of Menton’s office that was, Martin

[11805] —What’s that? Martin Cunningham said.

[11822] —Parnell’s brother. There in the corner.

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

[11856] Buck Mulligan’s primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.

[11874] It’s rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an

[11877] Buck Mulligan’s watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her to

[11902] street past Benson’s ferry, and by the threemasted schooner Rosevean

[11905] Almidano Artifoni walked past Holles street, past Sewell’s yard.

[11907] stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith’s

[11912] Mr Lewis Werner’s cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along

[11915] At the corner of Wilde’s house he halted, frowned at Elijah’s name

[11917] duke’s lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth

[11924] As he strode past Mr Bloom’s dental windows the sway of his dustcoat

[11929] —God’s curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are! You’re

[11930] blinder nor I am, you bitch’s bastard!

[11932] Opposite Ruggy O’Donohoe’s Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, pawing

[11933] the pound and a half of Mangan’s, late Fehrenbach’s, porksteaks he

[11938] Tunney’s. And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the

[11944] Masters Dignam gaped silently. Myler Keogh, Dublin’s pet lamb, will

[11947] that’s the chap sparring out to him with the green sash. Two bar

[11949] Dignam on his left turned as he turned. That’s me in mourning. When

[11963] In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff’s mouth

[11976] and pa’s name.

[11986] on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney’s

[11991] Mr Dignam, my father. I hope he’s in purgatory now because he went to

[12003] him vainly from afar. Between Queen’s and Whitworth bridges lord

[12004] Dudley’s viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr

[12006] E. White’s, the pawnbroker’s, at the corner of Arran street west

[12014] about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King’s

[12016] its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan’s office Poddle river

[12018] of the Ormond hotel, gold by bronze, Miss Kennedy’s head by Miss

[12019] Douce’s head watched and admired. On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus,

[12020] steering his way from the greenhouse for the subsheriff’s office,

[12022] graciously returned Mr Dedalus’ greeting. From Cahill’s corner the

[12026] the carriages go by. Passing by Roger Greene’s office and Dollard’s

[12027] big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell, carrying the Catesby’s cork

[12030] had on because the tram and Spring’s big yellow furniture van had to

[12032] Lundy Foot’s from the shaded door of Kavanagh’s winerooms John Wyse

[12035] of Dudley, G. C. V. O., passed Micky Anderson’s all times ticking

[12036] watches and Henry and James’s wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the

[12047] chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently. In Fownes’s

[12048] street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal’s

[12053] foreleg of King Billy’s horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her

[12057] Ward A. D. C., agreeably surprised, made haste to reply. At Ponsonby’s

[12059] flagons halted behind him, E.L.Y.’S, while outriders pranced past

[12060] and carriages. Opposite Pigott’s music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni,

[12062] a viceroy and unobserved. By the provost’s wall came jauntily Blazes

[12064] refrain of My girl’s a Yorkshire girl.

[12075] But though she’s a factory lass

[12084] C. Adderly and W. C. Huggard, started in pursuit. Striding past Finn’s

[12088] street by Trinity’s postern a loyal king’s man, Hornblower, touched

[12093] to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer’s hospital,

[12095] stripling opposite Broadbent’s. In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in

[12097] the viceroy’s path. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding,

[12106] prince consort, in 1849 and the salute of Almidano Artifoni’s sturdy

11. Sirens

[12134] Peep! Who’s in the... peepofgold?

[12178] I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.

[12185] Pearls: when she. Liszt’s rhapsodies. Hissss.

[12241] Bronze by gold, miss Douce’s head by miss Kennedy’s head, over the

[12257] —In the second carriage, miss Douce’s wet lips said, laughing in the

[12260] He’s looking. Mind till I see.

[12267] —He’s killed looking back.

[12279] —It’s them has the fine times, sadly then she said.

[12283] Bloowho went by by Moulang’s pipes bearing in his breast the sweets

[12284] of sin, by Wine’s antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by

[12285] Carroll’s dusky battered plate, for Raoul.

[12290] —There’s your teas, he said.

[12347] old fogey in Boyd’s for something for my skin.

[12364] Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey’s tone:

[12379] Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy’s throat. Miss

[12390] Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner’s name. Why do I always think

[12391] Figather? Gathering figs, I think. And Prosper Loré’s huguenot name.

[12392] By Bassi’s blessed virgins Bloom’s dark eyes went by. Bluerobed,

[12440] By Cantwell’s offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi’s virgins, bright

[12441] of their oils. Nannetti’s father hawked those things about, wheedling

[12488] With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane’s

[12498] Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid’s, into

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

[12532] —Peep! Who’s in the corner?

[12571] Mooney’s en ville and in Mooney’s sur mer. He had received the rhino

[12574] He smiled at bronze’s teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes:

[12577] MacHugh, Dublin’s most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel

[12606] God’s curse on bitch’s bastard.

[12608] Tink to her pity cried a diner’s bell. To the door of the bar and

[12621] Wisdom Hely’s wise Bloom in Daly’s Henry Flower bought. Are you

[12651] Pat paid for diner’s popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and

[12663] called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love’s

[12664] leavetaking, life’s, love’s morn.

[12668] Lenehan’s lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.

[12685] Blazes Boylan’s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he

[12693] towards Richie Goulding’s legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

[12705] —What’s your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a

[12710] Cowley’s red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff’s

[12738] —Here’s fortune, Blazes said.

[12751] Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce’s

[12758] Miss Douce took Boylan’s coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It

[12768] Boylan’s elbowsleeve.

[12770] —Let’s hear the time, he said.

[12777] Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure’s skyblue bow and eyes.

[12779] —Go on, pressed Lenehan. There’s no-one. He never heard.

[12781] —... to Flora’s lips did hie.

[12786] Boylan’s flower and eyes.

[12796] —No, now, urged Lenehan. Sonnez la cloche! O do! There’s no-one.

[12812] smackwarm against her smackable a woman’s warmhosed thigh.

[12849] —Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard’s vague bass answered, turning an

[12850] instant from Father Cowley’s woe. He won’t give you any trouble,

[12852] in that Judas Iscariot’s ear this time.

[12864] —What’s that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vamping, man.

[12877] Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He’s off. Light sob of breath

[12878] Bloom sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He’s gone.

[12883] Miss Douce’s brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind,

[12907] Where’s my pipe, by the way?

[12924] in Keogh’s gave us the number. Remember?

[12933] wouldn’t take any money either. What? Any God’s quantity of cocked

[12946] —What’s this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion...

[12984] By Bachelor’s walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun

[12985] in heat, mare’s glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding

[13024] Ben Dollard’s famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit

[13029] many! Well, of course that’s what gives him the base barreltone. For

[13030] instance eunuchs. Wonder who’s playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley.

[13036] lady’s) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the

[13052] the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor’s

[13058] a lovely. Gravy’s rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp

[13098] By Graham Lemon’s pineapple rock, by Elvery’s elephant jingly

[13110] Backache he. Bright’s bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying

[13116] sovereign in dribs and drabs. And when he’s wanted not a farthing.

[13122] Speech paused on Richie’s lips.

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

[13142] name. Touch water. Jingle jaunty. Too late. She longed to go. That’s

[13175] lady’s grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil Mina

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

[13204] elastic band of his packet. Love’s old sweet sonnez la gold. Bloom

[13229] Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. That’s the

[13232] Words? Music? No: it’s what’s behind.

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

[13249] her heartstrings pursestrings too. She’s a. I called you naughty boy.

[13255] how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom’s heart.

[13258] Drago’s always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass.

[13263] First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon’s in Terenure. Yellow,

[13312] Blazes Boylan’s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before.

[13319] An afterclang of Cowley’s chords closed, died on the air made richer.

[13335] Richie, admiring, descanted on that man’s glorious voice. He

[13337] rank and fame: in Ned Lambert’s ’twas. Good God he never heard in

[13343] night, Si in Ned Lambert’s, Dedalus house, sang ’Twas rank and fame.

[13347] in his, Ned Lambert’s, house.

[13354] That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It’s in the silence after

[13359] Goulding talked of Barraclough’s voice production, while Tom Kernan,

[13368] Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat’s tail wriggling! Five bob I gave.

[13401] envelope: unconcerned. It’s so characteristic.

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

[13416] Instance he’s playing now. Improvising. Might be what you like, till

[13439] Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom’s, your other eye,

[13443] Hope he’s not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his Freeman.

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

[13462] Folly am I writing? Husbands don’t. That’s marriage does, their

[13476] —Answering an ad? keen Richie’s eyes asked Bloom.

[13482] playing now? Improvising. Intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will

[13486] end. P. P. S. La la la ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee.

[13493] Dolphin’s Barn Lane

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

[13508] Enough. Barney Kiernan’s I promised to meet them. Dislike that job.

[13531] Under Tom Kernan’s ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.

[13558] the ear sometimes. Well, it’s a sea. Corpuscle islands.

[13569] By Larry O’Rourke’s, by Larry, bold Larry O’, Boylan swayed and

[13573] she was not so lonely archly miss Douce’s head let Mr Lidwell know.

[13577] Bob Cowley’s twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The

[13584] cocks, hens don’t crow, snakes hissss. There’s music everywhere.

[13585] Ruttledge’s door: ee creaking. No, that’s noise. Minuet of Don

[13586] Giovanni he’s playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle

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

[13598] men’s intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I’m warm, dark,

[13609] law of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt’s, Hungarian,

[13633] Bob Cowley’s outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.

[13636] Got money somewhere. He’s on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He

[13645] The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth’s fatigue made grave approach

[13651] Ben Dollard’s voice. Base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it.

[13653] ships’ chandler’s business he did once. Remember: rosiny ropes,

[13657] The priest’s at home. A false priest’s servant bade him welcome.

[13680] Ben’s contrite beard confessed. in nomine Domini, in God’s name he

[13693] three times. You bitch’s bast. And once at masstime he had gone to

[13694] play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother’s rest

[13708] Custom his country perhaps. That’s music too. Not as bad as it sounds.

[13711] music hath jaws. Woodwind like Goodwin’s name.

[13715] Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa’s. Hypnotised,

[13744] girls, those lovely. By the sad sea waves. Chorusgirl’s romance.

[13745] Letters read out for breach of promise. From Chickabiddy’s owny

[13761] didn’t see. They want it. Not too much polite. That’s why he gets

[13772] bitch’s bastard. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour’s your time

[13779] Purefoy. Hope she’s over. Because their wombs.

[13783] river. At each slow satiny heaving bosom’s wave (her heaving embon)

[13806] Get out before the end. Thanks, that was heavenly. Where’s my hat.

[13860] —Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben’s fat back

[13893] Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J’s

[13923] Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom’s little wee.

[13926] this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam’s...

[13930] —By the bye there’s a tuningfork in there on the...

[13961] Bloom went by Barry’s. Wish I could. Wait. That wonderworker if I had.

[13967] Rooney’s band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home after

[13968] pig’s cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his

[13974] Daly’s window where a mermaid hair all streaming (but he couldn’t

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

[13986] I mean of course it’s all pom pom pom very much what they call da

[14005] In Lionel Marks’s antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel

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

[14011] to charge me for the edge he gave it. She’s passing now. Six bob.

[14016] glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia’s tempting

[14022] Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks’s window. Robert

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

[14048] Nations of the earth. No-one behind. She’s passed. Then and not till

[14050] sure it’s the burgund. Yes. One, two. Let my epitaph be. Kraaaaaa.

12. Cyclops

[14073] —Soot’s luck, says Joe. Who’s the old ballocks you were talking

[14082] —Devil a much, says I. There’s a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the

[14084] me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God’s quantity of tea and sugar

[14098] debts. But that’s the most notorious bloody robber you’d meet in a

[14099] day’s walk and the face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of

[14103] And he after stuffing himself till he’s fit to burst. Jesus, I had to

[14107] For nonperishable goods bought of Moses Herzog, of 13 Saint Kevin’s

[14134] —Who? says I. Sure, he’s out in John of God’s off his head, poor

[14141] —Come around to Barney Kiernan’s, says Joe. I want to see the

[14144] —Barney mavourneen’s be it, says I. Anything strange or wonderful,

[14178] sleek Leinster and of Cruachan’s land and of Armagh the splendid and

[14201] Cuffe’s prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the

[14208] vales of Thomond, from the M’Gillicuddy’s reeks the inaccessible and

[14211] of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer’s firkins

[14215] So we turned into Barney Kiernan’s and there, sure enough, was the

[14231] —That’s all right, citizen, says Joe. Friends here.

[14237] —What’s your opinion of the times?

[14251] —It’s the Russians wish to tyrannise.

[14260] —What’s yours? says Joe.

[14264] —Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how’s the old heart, citizen?

[14306] Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S.

[14334] —And there’s more where that came from, says he.

[14342] Greek street with his cod’s eye counting up all the guts of the fish.

[14344] Who comes through Michan’s land, bedight in sable armour? O’Bloom,

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

[14348] —For the old woman of Prince’s street, says the citizen, the

[14351] Independent, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the workingman’s

[14358] Anne’s on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. How’s that,

[14361] Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude’s, Kensington by the very reverend

[14370] street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen. How’s that for a national press,

[14371] eh, my brown son! How’s that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?

[14389] Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney’s

[14398] —Look at him, says he. Breen. He’s traipsing all round Dublin with a

[14416] —Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton’s and then he went

[14417] round to Collis and Ward’s and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him

[14418] round to the subsheriff’s for a lark. O God, I’ve a pain laughing.

[14429] long John’s eye. U. p ....

[14449] But he, the young chief of the O’Bergan’s, could ill brook to be

[14460] —What’s that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, prowling up

[14463] —What’s that? says Joe.

[14466] hanging, I’ll show you something you never saw. Hangmen’s letters.

[14479] So I saw there was going to be a bit of a dust. Bob’s a queer chap

[14480] when the porter’s up in him so says I just to make talk:

[14482] —How’s Willy Murray those times, Alf?

[14495] —Don’t you know he’s dead? says Joe.

[14504] —Who’s dead? says Bob Doran.

[14509] with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim’s... What?

[14512] —What about Dignam? says Bob Doran. Who’s talking about...?

[14514] —Dead! says Alf. He’s no more dead than you are.

[14554] Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H. J. O’Neill’s popular

[14560] Cullen’s to be soled only as the heels were still good. He stated that

[14575] —Bloom, says he. He’s on point duty up and down there for the last

[14585] blackguard in Dublin when he’s under the influence:

[14594] —Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He’s over all his

[14599] —He’s a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy

[14611] the bumbailiff’s daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that

[14616] —The noblest, the truest, says he. And he’s gone, poor little Willy,

[14627] So Bloom slopes in with his cod’s eye on the dog and he asks Terry was

[14668] said well he’d just take a cigar. Gob, he’s a prudent member and no

[14679] And he was telling us there’s two fellows waiting below to pull his

[14694] —There’s one thing it hasn’t a deterrent effect on, says Alf.

[14463] —What’s that? says Joe.

[14698] —The poor bugger’s tool that’s being hanged, says Alf.

[14702] —God’s truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was

[14709] —That can be explained by science, says Bloom. It’s only a natural

[14754] she’s far from the land. And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown

[14766] him, it’s a queer story, the old one, Bloom’s wife and Mrs O’Dowd

[14770] in Power’s after, the blender’s, round in Cope street going home

[14798] the cradle by Speranza’s plaintive muse. Special quick excursion

[14808] scene were delighted with this unexpected addition to the day’s

[14834] date of the birth of Ireland’s patron saint. In the course of the

[14841] for both contending parties. The readywitted ninefooter’s suggestion

[14850] ladies’ and gentlemen’s gold and silver watches) were promptly

[14867] megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore’s

[14930] bearer, by the way, of one of the most timehonoured names in Albion’s

[14943] I thinks of my old mashtub what’s waiting for me down Limehouse way.

[14976] —What’s on you, Garry? says he.

[15013] if Owen’s verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone

[15023] After Lowry’s lights.

[15028] —I will, says he, a chara, to show there’s no ill feeling.

[15030] Gob, he’s not as green as he’s cabbagelooking. Arsing around from

[15031] one pub to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap’s

[15044] Dignam’s. Martin asked me to go to the house. You see, he, Dignam, I

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

[15052] —Well, that’s a point, says Bloom, for the wife’s admirers.

[15056] —The wife’s advisers, I mean, says Bloom.

[15062] contested the mortgagee’s right till he near had the head of me addled

[15072] never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that’s dead to tell her.

[15073] Choking with bloody foolery. And shaking Bloom’s hand doing the tragic

[15101] mass in Adam and Eve’s when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote

[15110] Mooney’s sister. And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to

[15144] knacker’s yard. Walking about with his book and pencil here’s my

[15150] her farting strings but old cod’s eye was waltzing around her showing

[15151] her how to do it. What’s your programme today? Ay. Humane methods.

[15167] —Well, he’s going off by the mailboat, says Joe, tonight.

[15169] —That’s too bad, says Bloom. I wanted particularly. Perhaps only Mr

[15172] —Nannan’s going too, says Joe. The league told him to ask a question

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

[15193] Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman’s famous

[15207] —There’s the man, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival.

[15219] —Yes, says Bloom. That’s well known. Did you not know that?

[15224] had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower’s heart violent

[15227] see that straw? That’s a straw. Declare to my aunt he’d talk about

[15231] O’Ciarnain’s in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag, under the auspices of

[15263] Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. William Delany, S. J., L.

[15264] L. D.; the rt rev. Gerald Molloy, D. D.; the rev. P. J. Kavanagh, C. S.

[15266] P. J. Cleary, O. S. F.; the rev. L. J. Hickey, O. P.; the very rev. Fr.

[15267] Nicholas, O. S. F. C.; the very rev. B. Gorman, O. D. C.; the rev. T.

[15268] Maher, S. J.; the very rev. James Murphy, S. J.; the rev. John Lavery,

[15270] M.; the rev. T. Brangan, O. S. A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C. C.; the

[15294] —We know him, says the citizen. The traitor’s son. We know what put

[15312] he was by lack of poundage, Dublin’s pet lamb made up for it by

[15317] neat work on the pet’s nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. The

[15320] point of Bennett’s jaw. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted

[15332] his opponent’s mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and

[15333] landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett’s stomach, flooring him

[15335] Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett’s second Ole

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

[15345] —Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That’s quite true. Yes, a kind of summer

[15350] —My wife? says Bloom. She’s singing, yes. I think it will be a

[15353] He’s an excellent man to organise. Excellent.

[15356] cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal’s chest. Blazes doing the

[15357] tootle on the flute. Concert tour. Dirty Dan the dodger’s son off

[15360] Mr Boylan. You what? The water rate, Mr Boylan. You whatwhat? That’s

[15364] Pride of Calpe’s rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.

[15370] And lo, there entered one of the clan of the O’Molloy’s, a comely

[15371] hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty’s counsel

[15399] Stubbs’s. Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank

[15403] Pisser releasing his boots out of the pop. What’s your name, sir?

[15430] —Compos your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he’s balmy?

[15446] —Half and half I mean, says the citizen. A fellow that’s neither

[15451] —That what’s I mean, says the citizen. A pishogue, if you know what

[15459] married him because a cousin of his old fellow’s was pewopener to

[15460] the pope. Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney’s

[15511] dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that’s minding stones,

[15568] repetition. That’s the whole secret.

[15575] —O, I’m sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom. It’s just

[15589] spider’s web in the corner behind the barrel, and the citizen scowling

[15593] —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that’s what’s the cause of

[15611] —There’s hair, Joe, says I. Get a queer old tailend of corned beef

[15617] —Well, says the citizen, what’s the latest from the scene of action?

[15629] —It’s on the march, says the citizen. To hell with the bloody brutal

[15664] —What’s up with you, says I to Lenehan. You look like a fellow that

[15674] —And Bass’s mare? says Terry.

[15680] gave me. Lord Howard de Walden’s.

[15701] —Raimeis, says the citizen. There’s no-one as blind as the fellow

[15725] I was reading a report of lord Castletown’s...

[15780] to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor’s harps, no, the oldest flag

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

[15824] John Beresford called it but the modern God’s Englishman calls it

[15835] —That’s your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that bosses

[15837] hereditary chamber on the face of God’s earth and their land in the

[15838] hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. That’s the great

[15887] they trying to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay’s dinnerparty

[15894] the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that’s

[15906] —Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. There’s a bloody sight more

[15911] Majesty’s racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses

[15946] —By God, then, says Ned, laughing, if that’s so I’m a nation for

[15984] Ireland’s Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the

[15986] Neagh’s banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde’s tower, the Mapas obelisk,

[15987] Sir Patrick Dun’s hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch’s

[15990] at Monasterboice, Jury’s Hotel, S. Patrick’s Purgatory, the Salmon

[15991] Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley’s hole, the three birthplaces

[15993] the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal’s Cave—all these moving scenes

[16000] —That’s mine, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman.

[16017] That’s an almanac picture for you. Mark for a softnosed bullet. Old

[16019] sweepingbrush, so he would, if he only had a nurse’s apron on him. And

[16023] —But it’s no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that.

[16024] That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody

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

[16033] Who’s hindering you? And off he pops like greased lightning.

[16041] moya! He’s a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

[16066] in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that’s visiting

[14463] —What’s that? says Joe.

[16084] the volume of the word of God and the secret of England’s greatness,

[16103] —No, says the citizen. It’s not signed Shanganagh. It’s only

[16108] —That’s how it’s worked, says the citizen. Trade follows the flag.

[16112] what’s this his name is?

[16114] —Casement, says the citizen. He’s an Irishman.

[16116] —Yes, that’s the man, says J. J. Raping the women and girls and

[16120] —I know where he’s gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.

[16125] Throwaway and he’s gone to gather in the shekels.

[16130] —That’s where he’s gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to

[16132] tip. Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. He’s

[16135] —He’s a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.

[16145] Slattery’s off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings

[16148] done about a gallon) flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube she’s

[16149] better or she’s (ow!) all a plan so he could vamoose with the pool if

[16152] (there’s the last of it) Jerusalem (ah!) cuckoos.

[16166] security. Gob, he’s like Lanty MacHale’s goat that’d go a piece of

[16169] —Well, it’s a fact, says John Wyse. And there’s the man now

[16174] the collector general’s, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the

[16176] country at the king’s expense.

[16197] countenance, So servest thou the king’s messengers, master Taptun?

[16199] An instantaneous change overspread the landlord’s visage.

[16201] —Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly. An you be the king’s

[16203] king’s friends (God bless His Majesty!) shall not go afasting in my

[16212] venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog’s bacon, a boar’s

[16228] —That’s so, says Martin. Or so they allege.

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

[16246] —He’s a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it

[16253] father’s name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deedpoll, the

[16256] —That’s the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of

[16262] —Yes, says J. J., and every male that’s born they think it may

[16264] believe, till he knows if he’s a father or a mother.

[16270] buying a tin of Neave’s food six weeks before the wife was delivered.

[16282] Gob, there’s many a true word spoken in jest. One of those mixed

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

[16299] —Only one, says Martin. We must be quick. J. J. and S.

[16326] of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the confraternity of the

[16328] after came all saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and

[16329] S. Isidore Arator and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S.

[16330] Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and

[16331] S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde

[16332] and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and

[16333] S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and

[16334] S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence

[16335] and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous

[16336] and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S.

[16337] Synonymous and S. Laurence O’Toole and S. James of Dingle and

[16338] Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S.

[16339] Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S.

[16340] Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S.

[16341] Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany

[16342] and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth

[16343] S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Berchmans

[16344] and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S.

[16345] Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr

[16346] and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother

[16347] Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S.

[16348] Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and

[16349] S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and

[16350] the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S.

[16351] Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. And all came

[16360] by Nelson’s Pillar, Henry street, Mary street, Capel street, Little

[16413] Mean bloody scut. Stand us a drink itself. Devil a sweet fear! There’s

[16425] It’s a secret.

[16465] there’s always some bloody clown or other kicking up a bloody murder

[16503] Thom’s, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure

[16515] by Rakóczsy’s March. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the

[16533] shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen’s

[16542] But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag’s head round the

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

[16558] that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn’s Quay ward and

[16573] basaltic ridge of the giant’s causeway, the latter embedded to the

[16588] the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall’s light infantry under

[16591] C., K. C. B., M. P., J. P., M. B., D. S. O., S. O. D., M. F. H., M. R.

[16593] I. and F. R. C. S. I.

[16622] Donohoe’s in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.

13. Nausicaa

[16646] caps to match and the name H. M. S. Belleisle printed on both. For Tommy

[16683] selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman’s

[16694] big sister’s word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he

[16697] art of smoothing over life’s tiny troubles and very quickly not one

[16708] —What’s your name? Butter and cream?

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

[16721] Tommy’s sweetheart.

[16725] Cissy’s quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she whispered to

[16738] Welch’s female pills and she was much better of those discharges she

[16741] genuine Cupid’s bow, Greekly perfect. Her hands were of finely veined

[16761] Gerty’s were of the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and

[16769] Dignam because she had a button one. But Gerty’s crowning glory was

[16773] pared her nails too, Thursday for wealth. And just now at Edy’s words

[16776] surety God’s fair land of Ireland did not hold her equal.

[16785] lovers’ quarrel. As per usual somebody’s nose was out of joint about

[16808] was expected in the Lady’s Pictorial that electric blue would be worn)

[16817] wanted at Clery’s summer sales, the very it, slightly shopsoiled but

[16829] wide garter tops. As for undies they were Gerty’s chief care and who

[16861] woman’s birthright. The night of the party long ago in Stoer’s (he

[16867] had never been Reggy Wylie’s strong point and he who would woo and win

[16887] queen Ann’s pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions

[16895] Giltrap’s lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was so human

[16896] and chintz covers for the chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery’s

[16917] —You’re not my sister, naughty Tommy said. It’s my ball.

[16925] And she tickled tiny tot’s two cheeks to make him forget and

[16926] played here’s the lord mayor, here’s his two horses, here’s his

[16948] jaspberry ram and when she drew the jugs too and the men’s faces on

[16952] the evening she dressed up in her father’s suit and hat and the burned

[16959] anthem of the organ. It was the men’s temperance retreat conducted

[16960] by the missioner, the reverend John Hughes S. J., rosary, sermon and

[16967] sad to poor Gerty’s ears! Had her father only avoided the clutches of

[16969] cured in Pearson’s Weekly, she might now be rolling in her carriage,

[16993] stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby’s salad dressing for supper

[16995] and was buried, God have mercy on him, from a stroke. Her mother’s

[17002] and samples from his office about Catesby’s cork lino, artistic,

[17010] like her mother’s taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single

[17015] Tunney the grocer’s christmas almanac, the picture of halcyon days

[17024] and thought about those times because she had found out in Walker’s

[17038] stopped right under Gerty’s skirt near the little pool by the rock.

[17066] most pious Virgin’s intercessory power that it was not recorded in any

[17146] of the blessed Virgin’s sodality and Father Conroy was helping Canon

[17154] voice of nature and we were all subject to nature’s laws, he said, in

[17204] Sparrow’s of George’s street on the Tuesday, no the Monday before

[17216] never seen on a girl’s shoulders—a radiant little vision, in sooth,

[17223] snake eyes its prey. Her woman’s instinct told her that she had raised

[17245] —Wait, said Cissy, I’ll run ask my uncle Peter over there what’s

[17279] a man’s passionate gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man’s

[17296] was. Gerty’s lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she fought back

[17306] flashed up. I can throw my cap at who I like because it’s leap year.

[17316] puny little Edy’s countenance fell to no slight extent and Gerty could

[17366] in violet ink that she bought in Hely’s of Dame Street for she felt

[17388] with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a girl’s honour,

[17412] —It’s fireworks, Cissy Caffrey said.

[17418] —Come on, Gerty, Cissy called. It’s the bazaar fireworks.

[17471] his lips laid on her white brow, the cry of a young girl’s love, a

[17498] Gerty had an idea, one of love’s little ruses. She slipped a hand

[17500] course without letting him and then slipped it back. Wonder if he’s

[17516] Tight boots? No. She’s lame! O!

[17518] Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That’s why she’s

[17529] Something in the air. That’s the moon. But then why don’t all women

[17542] Tom. Willy’s hat and what the girls did with it. Do they snapshot

[17546] sacrifice. Milly delighted with Molly’s new blouse. At first. Put them

[17558] at school, arms round each other’s necks or with ten fingers locked,

[17566] see you. Picking holes in each other’s appearance. You’re looking

[17572] Devils they are when that’s coming on them. Dark devilish appearance.

[17574] foot. O that way! O, that’s exquisite! Feel it myself too. Good to

[17575] rest once in a way. Wonder if it’s bad to go with them then. Safe in

[17578] wears she’s a flirt. All are. Daresay she felt I. When you feel like

[17591] smell. Hair strong in rut. Ten bob I got for Molly’s combings when we

[17593] Why not? All a prejudice. She’s worth ten, fifteen, more, a pound.

[17596] Flynn? And the day I went to Drimmie’s without a necktie. Wrangle

[17597] with Molly it was put me off. No, I remember. Richie Goulding: he’s

[17615] a man. That’s the secret of it. Good job I let off there behind the

[17616] wall coming out of Dignam’s. Cider that was. Otherwise I couldn’t

[17621] Wonderful of course if you say: good evening, and you see she’s on

[17625] arks she called it. It’s so hard to find one who. Aho! If you don’t

[17630] That’s what they enjoy. Taking a man from another woman. Or even hear

[17631] of it. Different with me. Glad to get away from other chap’s wife.

[17636] when it’s not what they like. Ask you do you like mushrooms because

[17655] mother’s clothes. Time enough, understand all the ways of the world.

[17658] in Jammet’s wore her veil only to her nose. Would you mind, please,

[17666] Fine eyes she had, clear. It’s the white of the eye brings that out

[17668] beyond a dog’s jump. Women never meet one like that Wilkins in the

[17672] under the bed for what’s not there. Longing to get the fright of their

[17676] Typist going up Roger Greene’s stairs two at a time to show her

[17679] mirror to save the ironing. Best place for an ad to catch a woman’s

[17680] eye on a mirror. And when I sent her for Molly’s Paisley shawl to

[17681] Prescott’s by the way that ad I must, carrying home the change in her

[17686] know! Three years old she was in front of Molly’s dressingtable, just

[17702] Did me good all the same. Off colour after Kiernan’s, Dignam’s. For

[17705] my tongue. Your head it simply swirls. He’s right. Might have made a

[17709] like my name and the address Dolphin’s barn a blind.

[17716] anything straight at school. Crooked as a ram’s horn. Sad however

[17718] and papa’s pants will soon fit Willy and fuller’s earth for the baby

[17720] out of harm’s way. Nature. Washing child, washing corpse. Dignam.

[17721] Children’s hands always round them. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not

[17733] the women’s fault also. That’s where Molly can knock spots off them.

[17734] It’s the blood of the south. Moorish. Also the form, the figure.

[17738] what to call her. Always see a fellow’s weak point in his wife. Still

[17739] there’s destiny in it, falling in love. Have their own secrets between

[17754] suppose, at once. Cat’s away, the mice will play. I remember looking

[17757] And time, well that’s the time the movement takes. Then if one thing

[17758] stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Because it’s all

[17759] arranged. Magnetic needle tells you what’s going on in the sun, the

[17777] Wait. Hm. Hm. Yes. That’s her perfume. Why she waved her hand. I leave

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

[17785] For instance if you go into a cellar where it’s dark. Mysterious thing

[17787] slow but sure. Suppose it’s ever so many millions of tiny grains

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

[17814] it’s extremely curious the smell. Celery sauce. Let me.

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

[17822] could mention Meagher’s just to remind him. Still if he works that

[17829] Here’s this nobleman passed before. Blown in from the bay. Just went

[17835] don’t mock what matter? That’s the way to find out. Ask yourself

[17841] the atmosphere. Old Betty’s joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton’s

[17854] star I see. Venus? Can’t tell yet. Two. When three it’s night. Were

[17866] apples. Grab at all that offer. Suppose it’s the only time we cross

[17868] under them. But it’s the evening influence. They feel all that. Open

[17871] Dillon’s garden where I kissed her shoulder. Wish I had a full length

[17881] that’s all. Lovers: yum yum.

[17887] new under the sun. Care of P. O. Dolphin’s Barn. Are you not happy in

[17888] your? Naughty darling. At Dolphin’s barn charades in Luke Doyle’s

[17895] tear in Henny Doyle’s overcoat. Van: breadvan delivering. Winkle:

[17908] thing with ads. Buy from us. And buy from us. Yes, there’s the light

[17909] in the priest’s house. Their frugal meal. Remember about the mistake

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

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

[17923] Howth a while ago amethyst. Glass flashing. That’s how that wise man

[17924] what’s his name with the burning glass. Then the heather goes on fire.

[17927] a burning glass in the sun. Archimedes. I have it! My memory’s not so

[17940] earth somewhere. No ends really because it’s round. Wife in every port

[17943] they like the sea? Yet they do. The anchor’s weighed. Off he sails

[17945] no what’s this they call it poor papa’s father had on his door to

[17949] grim life, lifebelt round him, gulping salt water, and that’s the last

[17957] funds for Mercer’s hospital and broke, drooping, and shed a cluster

[17959] shepherd’s hour: the hour of folding: hour of tryst. From house to

[17961] postman, the glowworm’s lamp at his belt gleaming here and there

[17963] lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy’s terrace. By screens of lighted

[17966] the door of Dignam’s house a boy ran out and called. Twittering the

[17977] the Erin’s King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Bears in

[17998] Looking from Buena Vista. O’Hara’s tower. The seabirds screaming.

[18009] see. Hope she’s over. Long day I’ve had. Martha, the bath, funeral,

[18011] bawler in Barney Kiernan’s. Got my own back there. Drunken ranters

[18021] Dignam’s put the boots on it. Houses of mourning so depressing because

[18024] to pop off first. That widow on Monday was it outside Cramer’s that

[18026] premium. Her widow’s mite. Well? What do you expect her to do? Must

[18038] Nannetti’s gone. Mailboat. Near Holyhead by now. Must nail that ad

[18039] of Keyes’s. Work Hynes and Crawford. Petticoats for Molly. She has

[18040] something to put in them. What’s that? Might be money.

[18048] on the waters. What’s this? Bit of stick.

[18072] Except Guinness’s barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by

[18101] The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest’s house cooed where Canon

[18102] O’Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S. J. were

14. Oxen of the Sun

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

[18137] them high mind’s ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain

[18143] present constitutes the certain sign of omnipollent nature’s

[18148] as no nature’s boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it

[18158] or with diminution’s menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating

[18203] Some man that wayfaring was stood by housedoor at night’s oncoming.

[18204] Of Israel’s folk was that man that on earth wandering far had fared.

[18209] so God’s angel to Mary quoth. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters

[18216] lightens in eyeblink Ireland’s westward welkin. Full she drad that

[18218] Christ’s rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe

[18220] Horne’s house.

[18222] Loth to irk in Horne’s hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow

[18235] for friend so young, algate sore unwilling God’s rightwiseness

[18237] goodness with masspriest to be shriven, holy housel and sick men’s oil

[18247] naked forth from his mother’s womb so naked shall he wend him at the

[18255] many births of women but never was none so hard as was that woman’s

[18258] for he felt with wonder women’s woe in the travail that they have of

[18326] delectably, and he quaffed as far as he might to their both’s health

[18331] service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the cup. Woman’s woe

[18337] Merciable’s with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of

[18354] matter of some year agone with a woman of Eblana in Horne’s house that

[18383] Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young Malachi’s praise of that beast the

[18400] God’s greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was but a dam

[18402] fisherman’s seal, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy

[18422] lamb’s wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and

[18425] friend’s son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness

[18437] of my body but my soul’s bodiment. Leave ye fraction of bread to them

[18444] all men, he said, time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions. What means

[18445] this? Desire’s wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from

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

[18488] time’s occasion as most sacred and most worthy to be most sacred. In

[18489] Horne’s house rest should reign.

[18493] had not cided to take friar’s vows and he answered him obedience in

[18508] in their Maid’s Tragedy that was writ for a like twining of lovers: To

[18541] mentioned for the Orient from on high which brake hell’s gates visited

[18545] Egypt’s plague which in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is

[18568] In the proud cirque of Jackjohn’s bivouac.

[18582] cowed he crouched in Horne’s hall. He drank indeed at one draught to

[18586] braggart’s side, spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear,

[18591] But was young Boasthard’s fear vanquished by Calmer’s words? No, for

[18656] pour came. In Ely place, Baggot street, Duke’s lawn, thence through

[18660] Fitzgibbon’s door (that is to sit with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the

[18661] college lands) Mal. Mulligan a gentleman’s gentleman that had but come

[18662] from Mr Moore’s the writer’s (that was a papish but is now, folk

[18665] from Mullingar with the stage where his coz and Mal M’s brother will

[18667] there, he bound home and he to Andrew Horne’s being stayed for to

[18670] with rain and so both together on to Horne’s. There Leop. Bloom of

[18671] Crawford’s journal sitting snug with a covey of wags, likely brangling

[18672] fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my lady of Mercy’s, Vin. Lynch,

[18683] chick to live, I hear, and Lady day bit off her last chick’s nails

[18685] written out in a fair hand in the king’s bible. Her hub fifty odd and

[18692] Malachi’s almanac (and I hear that Mr Russell has done a prophetical

[18693] charm of the same gist out of the Hindustanish for his farmer’s

[18699] was in that night’s gazette and he made a show to find it about him

[18701] Stephen’s persuasion he gave over the search and was bidden to sit

[18706] and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul’s men, runners,

[18710] gossip. He took his ordinary at a boilingcook’s and if he had but

[18714] mother’s son of them would burst their sides. The other, Costello that

[18718] wink, for me with their bully beef, a pox on it. There’s as good fish

[18733] kidnapping a squire’s heir by favour of moonlight or fecking maids’

[18743] trade for live stock and meadow auctions hard by Mr Gavin Low’s yard

[18747] emperor’s chief tailtickler thanking him for the hospitality, that

[18751] horns of a dilemma if he meddles with a bull that’s Irish, says he.

[18765] Harry tells you and take a farmer’s blessing, and with that he slapped

[18777] could doss and dung to his heart’s content. By this time the father of

[18792] lord Harry’s orders. There was bad blood between them at first, says

[18805] into a cow’s drinkingtrough in the presence of all his courtiers and

[18825] —Pope Peter’s but a pissabed.

[18826] A man’s a man for a’ that.

[18835] which he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell’s bearing a legend

[18878] observed by Mr Mulligan’s smallclothes of a hodden grey which was now

[18881] Mary’s excepted to it, asking with a finicking air did he purpose

[18904] come there about a lady, now an inmate of Horne’s house, that was in

[18905] an interesting condition, poor body, from woman’s woe (and here he

[18914] ’tis pity she’s a trollop): There’s a belly that never bore a

[18994] you. What, you dog? Have you a way with them? Gad’s bud, immensely

[19004] what’s got a white swelling quick as I claps eyes on her. The young

[19045] world, which the dint of the surgeon’s pliers in his skull lent

[19047] creation’s chain desiderated by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. It was

[19065] about her lawful occasions. To conclude, while from the sister’s

[19076] young blade said it was her husband’s that put her in that expectation

[19119] of society! Nay, had the hussy’s scouringbrush not been her tutelary

[19122] in Mr Cuffe’s hearing brought upon him from an indignant rancher

[19143] the women’s apartment to assist at the prescribed ceremony of the

[19159] of primogeniture and king’s bounty touching twins and triplets,

[19184] abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro’s

[19223] bullawurrus? My hell, and Ireland’s, is in this life. It is what

[19240] Murderer’s ground.

[19252] bandolierwise, and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a mother’s

[19262] to the head of the firm, seated with Jacob’s pipe after like labours

[19307] grows again, magnified in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven’s own

[19322] school together in Conmee’s time. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades,

[19335] mother an orphan. The young man’s face grew dark. All could see how

[19339] of the rider’s name: Lenehan as much more. He told them of the race.

[19375] poor luck with Bass’s mare perhaps this draught of his may serve me

[19400] certainly calculated to attract anyone’s remark on account of its

[19404] before’s observations about boyhood days and the turf, recollecting

[19418] the loftiest and most vital. The high hall of Horne’s house had never

[19429] explorer’s kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted

[19443] transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus’ (Div. Scep.) contentions

[19457] a cooperation (one of nature’s favourite devices) between the nisus

[19492] fine, in nature’s vast workshop from the extinction of some remote

[19498] marriage do not) must certainly, in the poet’s words, give us pause.

[19507] race in general in securing thereby the survival of the fittest. Mr S.

[19528] into the bag (an esthete’s allusion, presumably, to one of the most

[19529] complicated and marvellous of all nature’s processes—the act of

[19547] mite of God’s clay, the fruit of their lawful embraces. He is older

[19561] Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer’s office, Dublin Castle. And

[19568] too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man’s part.

[19588] disengages itself in the observer’s memory, evoked, it would seem, by

[19623] Burke’s! outflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry, and a tag and

[19631] out, tumultuously, off for a minute’s race, all bravely legging it,

[19632] Burke’s of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Dixon follows

[19636] other now? Ward of watching in Horne’s house has told its tale in that

[19642] God’s air, the Allfather’s air, scintillant circumambient cessile

[19647] possibility which thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man’s

[19650] Theodore. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher’s bills

[19656] kreutzer. Copulation without population! No, say I! Herod’s slaughter

[19668] man, an udderful! Mother’s milk, Purefoy, the milk of human kin, milk

[19671] of madness, the honeymilk of Canaan’s land. Thy cow’s dug was tough,

[19679] Nevil’s sawbones and ole clo? Sorra one o’ me knows. Hurrah there,

[19680] Dix! Forward to the ribbon counter. Where’s Punch? All serene.

[19686] Fire away number one on the gun. Burke’s! Burke’s! Thence they

[19687] advanced five parasangs. Slattery’s mounted foot. Where’s that

[19690] Mullee! What’s on you? Ma mère m’a mariée. British Beatitudes!

[19703] Query. Who’s astanding this here do? Proud possessor of damnall.

[19706] number ones. You, sir? Ginger cordial. Chase me, the cabby’s caudle.

[19709] prairie oyster. Enemy? Avuncular’s got my timepiece. Ten to. Obligated

[19721] Back fro Lapland? Your corporosity sagaciating O K? How’s the squaws

[19723] Password. There’s hair. Ours the white death and the ruddy birth. Hi!

[19724] Spit in your own eye, boss! Mummer’s wire. Cribbed out of Meredith.

[19725] Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Aunty mine’s writing Pa

[19729] Hielentman’s your barleybree. Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot

[19730] boil! My tipple. Merci. Here’s to us. How’s that? Leg before wicket.

[19731] Don’t stain my brandnew sitinems. Give’s a shake of peppe, you

[19754] Bantam’s flowers. Gemini. He’s going to holler. The colleen bawn. My

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

[19767] S’elp me, honest injun. Shiver my timbers if I had. There’s a great

[19774] one expensive inaugurated libation? Give’s a breather. Landlord,

[19779] onions? Bloo? Cadges ads. Photo’s papli, by all that’s gorgeous.

[19781] poxfiend. Where’s the buck and Namby Amby? Skunked? Leg bail. Aweel,

[19786] Item, curate, couple of cookies for this child. Cot’s plood and

[19791] Golly, whatten tunket’s yon guy in the mackintosh? Dusty Rhodes. Peep

[19792] at his wearables. By mighty! What’s he got? Jubilee mutton. Bovril,

[19807] says he, nor any Rooshian. Time all. There’s eleven of them. Get ye

[19822] long? Whisper, who the sooty hell’s the johnny in the black duds?

[19826] comrade medical Davy. Christicle, who’s this excrement yellow

[19832] that’s my name, that’s yanked to glory most half this planet from

[19834] I put it to you that He’s on the square and a corking fine business

[19835] proposition. He’s the grandest thing yet and don’t you forget it.

[19838] half. He’s got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend,

15. Circe

[19851] doors. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fans. Round Rabaiotti’s halted

[19863] past, shaken in Saint Vitus’ dance. A chain of children ’s hands

[19870] THE CHILDREN: Where’s the great light?

[19889] hair of a scrofulous child. Cissy Caffrey’s voice, still young, sings

[19947] cometobed hat. Did you, says I. That’s not for you to say, says I.

[20003] bread and chocolate into a sidepocket. From Gillen’s hairdresser’s

[20004] window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson’s image. A

[20011] At Antonio Rabaiotti’s door Bloom halts, sweated under the bright

[20016] (He disappears into Olhausen’s, the porkbutcher’s, under the

[20019] a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig’s crubeen, the other a cold

[20020] sheep’s trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper. He gasps, standing

[20031] (He stands at Cormack’s corner, watching.)

[20034] South side anyhow. Big blaze. Might be his house. Beggar’s bush.

[20035] We’re safe. (He hums cheerfully.) London’s burning, London’s

[20058] (The brake cracks violently. Bloom, raising a policeman’s whitegloved

[20069] up Sandow’s exercises again. On the hands down. Insure against street

[20071] mamma’s panacea. Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a cog. Day

[20072] the wheel of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard’s corner.

[20082] (A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against O’Beirne’s wall,

[20140] BLOOM: (With precaution.) I suppose so, father. Mosenthal. All that’s

[20146] BLOOM: (In youth’s smart blue Oxford suit with white vestslips,

[20147] narrowshouldered, in brown Alpine hat, wearing gent’s sterling silver

[20163] ELLEN BLOOM: (In pantomime dame’s stringed mobcap, widow Twankey’s

[20250] Fifteen. There’s no-one in it only her old father that’s dead drunk.

[20261] THE BAWD: (Her wolfeyes shining.) He’s getting his pleasure. You

[20281] (She glides away crookedly. Mrs Breen in man’s frieze overcoat

[20294] Don’t give me away. Walls have ears. How do you do? It’s ages since

[20318] There’s someone in the house with Dina

[20319] There’s someone in the house, I know,

[20318] There’s someone in the house with Dina

[20338] Tell us, there’s a dear.

[20343] Simpson’s housewarming while they were playing the Irving Bishop game,

[20356] MRS BREEN: The dear dead days beyond recall. Love’s old sweet song.

[20359] curiosity to find out whether some person’s something is a little

[20362] MRS BREEN: (Gushingly.) Tremendously teapot! London’s teapot and I’m

[20374] tinsel sylph’s diadem on her brow with her dancecard fallen beside

[20382] it’s breaking me!

[20384] (Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with Wisdom Hely’s sandwichboards,

[20394] BLOOM: (Shocked.) Molly’s best friend! Could you?

[20423] RICHIE: (With a cry of pain, his hand to his back.) Ah! Bright’s!

[20438] BLOOM: Let’s walk on. Shall us?

[20440] MRS BREEN: Let’s.

[20445] THE BAWD: Jewman’s melt!

[20448] tony buff shirt, shepherd’s plaid Saint Andrew’s cross scarftie,

[20476] sandwich of spiced beef out of Mrs Joe Gallaher’s lunch basket.

[20500] shavings for Derwan’s plasterers.

[20510] THE LOITERERS: Jays, that’s a good one. Glauber salts. O jays, into

[20511] the men’s porter.

[20519] How’s your middle leg?

[20526] THE NAVVY: (Belching.) Where’s the bloody house?

[20546] PRIVATE CARR: Bennett? He’s my pal. I love old Bennett.

[20560] What am I following him for? Still, he’s the best of that lot. If

[20566] Can’t always save you, though. If I had passed Truelock’s window

[20573] at Kingstown. What’s that like? (Gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted

[20580] BLOOM: My spine’s a bit limp. Go or turn? And this food? Eat it and

[20590] back with a furtive poacher’s tread, dogged by the setter into a dark

[20603] (Each lays hand on Bloom’s shoulder.)

[20621] (The bulldog growls, his scruff standing, a gobbet of pig’s knuckle

[20628] Harold’s cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness

[20632] (Signor Maffei, passionpale, in liontamer’s costume with diamond studs

[20656] (A card falls from inside the leather headband of Bloom’s hat.)

[20658] BLOOM: (In red fez, cadi’s dress coat with broad green sash, wearing

[20661] Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor’s Walk.

[20673] (He shoulders the second watch gently.) Dash it all. It’s a way we

[20677] watch gaily.) I’ll introduce you, inspector. She’s game. Do it in

[20678] the shake of a lamb’s tail.

[20703] BLOOM: (Behind his hand.) She’s drunk. The woman is inebriated. (He

[20709] BLOOM: Gentlemen of the jury, let me explain. A pure mare’s nest. I am

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

[20715] majority for the heroic defence of Rorke’s Drift.

[20746] MYLES CRAWFORD: (His cock’s wattles wagging.) Hello, seventyseven

[20747] eightfour. Hello. Freeman’s Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. Paralyse

[20753] labelled Matcham’s Masterstrokes.)

[20756] I don’t see it, that’s all. No born gentleman, no-one with the most

[20759] masquerading as a literateur. It’s perfectly obvious that with the

[20779] BEAUFOY: (Shouts.) It’s a damnably foul lie, showing the moral

[20791] rotter! (To the court.) Why, look at the man’s private life! Leading

[20820] There’s a medium in all things. Play cricket.

[20858] rural of happiness of the better land with Dockrell’s wallpaper at one

[20879] A plasterer’s bucket. By walking stifflegged. Suffered untold misery.

[20888] J. J. O’MOLLOY: (In barrister’s grey wig and stuffgown, speaking

[20896] being quite permitted in my client’s native place, the land of the

[20901] somnambulism in my client’s family. If the accused could speak he

[20904] from cobbler’s weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian

[20907] BLOOM: (Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in lascar’s vest and trousers,

[20908] apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole’s eyes and looks about

[20926] own daughter. (Bloom takes J. J. O’Molloy’s hand and raises it to

[20956] Seymour Bushe.) When the angel’s book comes to be opened if aught

[20987] he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker’s one sleety

[21010] a buck’s head couped or. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether

[21056] MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Disgraceful! There’s no excuse for him! A married

[21090] Saint Patrick’s Day supplement. Containing the new addresses of all

[21095] John Hughes S. J. bend low.)

[21122] FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. Another girl’s plait cut. Wanted:

[21140] in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty’s pleasure and there

[21151] (H. Rumbold, master barber, in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner’s

[21160] (The bells of George’s church toll slowly, loud dark iron.)

[21177] BLOOM: No, no. Pig’s feet. I was at a funeral.

[21195] PADDY DIGNAM: Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam’s spirit. List, list, O list!

[21208] solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor’s

[21226] forward and places an ear to the ground.) My master’s voice!

[21238] fungus turtle paws under a grey carapace. Dignam’s voice, muffled, is

[21239] heard baying under ground: Dignam’s dead and gone below. Tom Rochford,

[21261] BLOOM: A man’s touch. Sad music. Church music. Perhaps here.

[21267] ZOE: Are you looking for someone? He’s inside with his friend.

[21269] BLOOM: Is this Mrs Mack’s?

[21271] ZOE: No, eightyone. Mrs Cohen’s. You might go farther and fare worse.

[21272] Mother Slipperslapper. (Familiarly.) She’s on the job herself tonight

[21274] her son in Oxford. Working overtime but her luck’s turned today.

[21284] ZOE: How’s the nuts?

[21343] BLOOM: (In workman’s corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating

[21355] BLOOM: (In alderman’s gown and chain.) Electors of Arran Quay, Inns

[21357] from the cattlemarket to the river. That’s the music of the future.

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

[21374] chain and large white silk scarf.) That alderman sir Leo Bloom’s

[21396] Fusiliers, the King’s own Scottish Borderers, the Cameron Highlanders

[21431] Stephen’s iron crown, the chalice and bible. Four buglers on foot blow

[21434] with ermine, bearing Saint Edward’s staff, the orb and sceptre with

[21438] air is perfumed with essences. The men cheer. Bloom’s boys run amid

[21441] BLOOM’S BOYS:

[21445] Saint Stephen’s his day

[21450] A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: That’s the famous Bloom now, the world’s

[21463] (Bloom’s weather. A sunburst appears in the northwest.)

[21481] MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom’s

[21488] church, Saint Patrick’s, George’s and gay Malahide. Mirus bazaar

[21531] JOHN WYSE NOLAN: There’s the man that got away James Stephens.

[21535] AN OLD RESIDENT: You’re a credit to your country, sir, that’s what

[21538] AN APPLEWOMAN: He’s a man like Ireland wants.

[21570] committees, are reported. Bloom’s bodyguard distribute Maundy money,

[21579] the World’s Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz (politic), Care of

[21581] Myth? (historic), Expel that Pain (medic), Infant’s Compendium of the

[21582] Universe (cosmic), Let’s All Chortle (hilaric), Canvasser’s Vade

[21583] Mecum (journalic), Loveletters of Mother Assistant (erotic), Who’s Who

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

[21586] forward to touch the hem of Bloom’s robe. The lady Gwendolen Dubedat

[21605] wouldyousetashoe? (He performs juggler’s tricks, draws red, orange,

[21736] HOPPY HOLOHAN: Good old Bloom! There’s nobody like him after all.

[21751] BLOOM: (Winks at the bystanders.) I bet she’s a bonny lassie.

[21761] from the top of Nelson’s Pillar, into the great vat of Guinness’s

[21776] THE MOB: Lynch him! Roast him! He’s as bad as Parnell was. Mr Fox!

[21781] sheep’s tails, odd pieces of fat.)

[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

[21809] DR CROTTHERS: I have examined the patient’s urine. It is albuminoid.

[21822] grocer’s peas. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter

[21832] U’s, wedding rings, watchchains, lockets, necklaces and bracelets are

[21837] MRS THORNTON: (In nursetender’s gown.) Embrace me tight, dear.

[21861] through several walls, climbs Nelson’s Pillar, hangs from the top

[21863] heals several sufferers from king’s evil, contracts his face so as to

[21871] BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (In papal zouave’s uniform, steel cuirasses as

[21890] CRAB: (In bushranger’s kit.) What did you do in the cattlecreep behind

[21895] A HOLLYBUSH: And in the devil’s glen?

[21931] (George R Mesias, Bloom’s tailor, appears, a tailor’s goose under

[21956] BLOOM: (In a seamless garment marked I. H. S. stands upright amid

[21978] the chorus from Handel’s Messiah Alleluia for the Lord God Omnipotent

[21985] emigrant’s red handkerchief bundle in his hand, leading a black bogoak

[21990] to be. Life’s dream is o’er. End it peacefully. They can live on.

[22002] ZOE: (In sudden sulks.) I hate a rotter that’s insincere. Give a

[22008] ZOE: (Glibly.) Hog’s Norton where the pigs plays the organs. I’m

[22015] ZOE: And more’s mother? (She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws.)

[22066] a man’s hat and waterproof. Bloom uncovers himself but, seeing them,

[22069] an ape’s gait, his bald head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full

[22089] KITTY: (Coughs behind her hand.) She’s a bit imbecillic. (She signs

[22104] (The wand in Lynch’s hand flashes: a brass poker. Stephen stands at

[22113] ZOE: (Promptly.) Your boy’s thinking of you. Tie a knot on your shift.

[22121] Marcello found it or made it. The rite is the poet’s rest. It may be

[22125] David’s that is Circe’s or what am I saying Ceres’ altar and

[22126] David’s tip from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the

[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

[22141] STEPHEN: Here’s another for you. (He frowns.) The reason is because

[22157] moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow’s noise in the street. Self

[22175] foot’s tickling.

[22188] stumps forward. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim’s wallet from

[22225] of the World, a twoheaded octopus in gillie’s kilts, busby and tartan

[22232] (Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah’s voice,

[22233] harsh as a corncrake’s, jars on high. Perspiring in a loose lawn

[22239] shut. Say, I am operating all this trunk line. Boys, do it now. God’s

[22245] it’s up to you to sense that cosmic force. Have we cold feet about

[22250] a back number. You got me? It’s a lifebrightener, sure. The hottest

[22251] stuff ever was. It’s the whole pie with jam in. It’s just the cutest

[22255] got that? O. K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. Got me? That’s

[22277] brown scapular. My mother’s sister married a Montmorency. It was a

[22283] Hennessy’s three star. I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into

[22300] (He corantos by. Best enters in hairdresser’s attire, shinily

[22302] mandarin’s kimono of Nankeen yellow, lizardlettered, and a high pagoda

[22347] flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie’s green. She puffs calmly at

[22352] ZOE: (Makes sheep’s eyes.) No? You wouldn’t do a less thing. Would

[22399] and bogus mournful. Lily of the alley. All possess bachelor’s button

[22431] the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. For the rest Eve’s

[22472] VIRAG: (Prompts in a pig’s whisper.) Insects of the day spend their

[22479] vinegar. Bear’s buzz bothers bees. But of this apart. At another time

[22488] (He blows into Bloom’s ear.) Buzz!

[22497] reads, his glowworm’s nose running backwards over the letters which he

[22506] BLOOM: (Absently.) Ocularly woman’s bivalve case is worse. Always open

[22509] my idea. Serpents too are gluttons for woman’s milk. Wind their way

[22518] Spontaneously to seek out the saurian’s lair in order to entrust their

[22524] Who’s moth moth? Who’s dear Gerald? Dear Ger, that you? O dear,

[22546] bamboo Jacob’s pipe, its clay bowl fashioned as a female head. He

[22548] Saviour’s face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache. His

[22557] Zoe’s neck. Henry gallant turns with pendant dewlap to the piano.)

[22572] FLORRY: Sing us something. Love’s old sweet song.

[22581] Arnold’s face.)

[22583] PHILIP SOBER: Take a fool’s advice. All is not well. Work it out with

[22586] Mooney’s en ville, Mooney’s sur mer, the Moira, Larchet’s, Holles

[22587] street hospital, Burke’s. Eh? I am watching you.

[22618] pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man’s lingam.

[22622] giddy woman will run about. Strong man grapses woman’s wrist. Woman

[22623] squeals, bites, spucks. Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman’s fat

[22643] pope’s bastard. (He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid,

[22659] whore’s shoulders. Lynch puts on her hat. She whips it off.)

[22674] her tympanum. (With gibbering baboon’s cries he jerks his hips in the

[22702] and gives a cow’s lick to his hair. Steered by his rapier, he glides

[22713] VIRAG’S HEAD: Quack!

[22728] LYNCH: He is. A cardinal’s son.

[22756] He murdered Nell Flaherty’s duckloving drake.

[22805] lady. The gas we had on the Toft’s hobbyhorses. I’m giddy still.

[22807] BLOOM: (In Svengali’s fur overcoat, with folded arms and Napoleonic

[22815] Bloom’s features relax. He places a hand in his waistcoat, posing

[22826] influences lupus. Colours affect women’s characters, any they have.

[22880] Athos, faithful after death. A dog’s spittle as you probably... (He

[22884] value in Dub. Fit for a prince’s. Liver and kidney.

[22901] Kellett’s. Experienced hand. Every knot says a lot. Let me. In

[22909] BLOOM: (Murmurs lovingly.) To be a shoefitter in Manfield’s was my

[22910] love’s young dream, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace

[22958] shaven mouth, in mountaineer’s puttees, green silverbuttoned coat,

[22959] sport skirt and alpine hat with moorcock’s feather, his hands stuck

[22962] throne of your despot’s glorious heels so glistening in their proud

[22967] BELLO: (Laughs loudly.) Holy smoke! You little know what’s in store

[22975] ZOE: (Widening her slip to screen her.) She’s not here.

[22977] BLOOM: (Closing her eyes.) She’s not here.

[22987] sweety. (Bloom puts out her timid head.) There’s a good girly now.

[22989] correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot. How’s that tender

[22999] every morning after my thumping good breakfast of Matterson’s fat

[23000] hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness’s porter. (He belches.) And

[23002] Victualler’s Gazette. Very possibly I shall have you slaughtered and

[23012] BLOOM: (Screams.) O, it’s hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches

[23015] BELLO: (Shouts.) Good, by the rumping jumping general! That’s the best

[23030] men’s grey and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a rollingpin

[23036] BELLO: (Squats with a grunt on Bloom’s upturned face, puffing

[23038] vicechairman of the Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness’s

[23042] to one. (He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom’s ear.) Where’s that

[23050] horseman’s knees, calls in a hard voice.) Gee up! A cockhorse to

[23052] sideways and squeezes his mount’s testicles roughly, shouting.)

[23067] This bung’s about burst. (He uncorks himself behind: then, contorting

[23101] unskirted thighs and hegoat’s udders in various poses of surrender,

[23108] BELLO: (Guffaws.) Christ Almighty it’s too tickling, this! You were

[23121] sister’s stays. Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds

[23129] And really it’s better the position... because often I used to wet...

[23156] Booloohoom. Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny, Cassidy’s hag, blind

[23186] the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh’s the cook’s, a sandy

[23202] in mouth. (He bares his arm and plunges it elbowdeep in Bloom’s

[23203] vulva.) There’s fine depth for you! What, boys? That give you a

[23204] hardon? (He shoves his arm in a bidder’s face.) Here wet the deck and

[23209] (Dillon’s lacquey rings his handbell.)

[23222] sire’s milk record was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty

[23224] Bloom’s croup.) So! Warranted Cohen! What advance on two bob,

[23245] of Bloom’s haunches.) Up! Up! Manx cat! What have we here? Where’s

[23247] birdy, sing. It’s as limp as a boy of six’s doing his pooly behind

[23248] a cart. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. (Loudly.) Can you do a man’s

[23254] but there’s a man of brawn in possession there. The tables are turned,

[23258] knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! He’s no eunuch. A shock of red

[23260] months, my lad! Holy ginger, it’s kicking and coughing up and down in

[23272] BELLO: (Ruthlessly.) No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman’s will

[23282] diamond panes, cries out.) I see her! It’s she! The first night at

[23283] Mat Dillon’s! But that dress, the green! And her hair is dyed gold and

[23286] BELLO: (Laughs mockingly.) That’s your daughter, you owl, with a

[23293] MILLY: My! It’s Papli! But, O Papli, how old you’ve grown!

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

[23306] you bought at Wren’s auction. In their horseplay with Moll the romp

[23308] you carried home in the rain for art for art’s sake. They will violate

[23311] shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom’s.

[23357] VOICES: (Sighing.) So he’s gone. Ah yes. Yes, indeed. Bloom? Never

[23358] heard of him. No? Queer kind of chap. There’s the widow. That so? Ah,

[23388] testimonials for Professor Waldmann’s wonderful chest exuber. My bust

[23441] JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (In the background, in Irish National Forester’s

[23473] Let’s ring all the bells in Montague street. (He cheers feebly.)

[23497] with poor papa’s operaglasses: The wanton ate grass wildly. She rolled

[23520] printer’s clerk. (Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom,

[23521] rolled in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the Lion’s Head cliff into

[23526] (Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the Erin’s King

[23546] Long’s syringe, the ladies’ friend.

[23583] THE NYMPH: (Eyeless, in nun’s white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple,

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

[23642] dimensions of your other features, that’s all. I’m not a triple

[23649] bully’s cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of

[23660] on it with crossed arms.) The cat’s ramble through the slag. (She

[23661] glances back.) Eh? Who’s making love to my sweeties? (She darts back

[23662] to the table.) What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is my own.

[23688] smash that piano. Who’s paying here?

[23694] the sow’s ear of the public. Madam, excuse me. If you allow me. (He

[23703] Kitty.) Do you want three girls? It’s ten shillings here.

[23711] Zoe’s neck. Lynch gets up, rights his cap and, clasping Kitty’s

[23714] FLORRY: (Strives heavily to rise.) Ow! My foot’s asleep. (She limps

[23719] moment... this gentleman pays separate... who’s touching it?... ow!

[23722] down like a gentleman... drink... it’s long after eleven.

[23809] (The cigarette slips from Stephen’s fingers. Bloom picks it up and

[23823] ZOE: (Tragically.) Hamlet, I am thy father’s gimlet! (She takes

[23825] forehead.) No wit, no wrinkles. (She counts.) Two, three, Mars, that’s

[23848] ZOE: (Examining Stephen’s palm.) Woman’s hand.

[23857] ZOE: Thursday’s child has far to go. (She traces lines on his hand.)

[23863] abruptly.) I won’t tell you what’s not good for you. Or do you want

[23869] BELLA: Show. (She turns up Bloom’s hand.) I thought so. Knobby

[23872] ZOE: (Peering at Bloom’s palm.) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and

[23918] sideways, a red flower in his mouth. Lenehan in yachtsman’s cap and

[23919] white shoes officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes Boylan’s coat

[23927] LENEHAN: A good night’s work.

[23940] BLOOM: (In flunkey’s prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings

[23944] (He hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom’s antlered head.) Show me

[23985] LYDIA DOUCE: (Her mouth opening.) Yumyum. O, he’s carrying her round

[23991] BOYLAN’S VOICE: (Sweetly, hoarsely, in the pit of his stomach.) Ah!

[23994] MARION’S VOICE: (Hoarsely, sweetly, rising to her throat.) O!

[24010] invisible. Gaze. (He crows with a black capon’s laugh.) Iagogo! How my

[24021] deathtalk, tears and Tunney’s tawny sherry, hurries by in her weeds,

[24024] husband’s everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights. She

[24025] holds a Scottish widow’s insurance policy and a large marquee umbrella

[24028] with a crying cod’s mouth, Alice struggling with the baby. She cuffs

[24037] (The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare’s

[24056] LYNCH: Let him alone. He’s back from Paris.

[24075] Perfectly shocking terrific of religion’s things mockery seen in

[24094] awfully bestial butcher’s boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on

[24117] Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. Where’s the

[24132] SIMON: That’s all right. (He swoops uncertainly through the air,

[24137] Ulster king at arms! Haihoop! (He makes the beagle’s call, giving

[24167] the Duke of Westminster’s Shotover, Repulse, the Duke of Beaufort’s

[24201] ZOE: That’s me. (She claps her hands.) Dance! Dance! (She runs to the

[24208] STEPHEN: (Cracking his fingers impatiently.) Quick! Quick! Where’s my

[24209] augur’s rod? (He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his

[24220] damsel’s grace, his bowknot bobbing.)

[24226] Girl’s a Yorkshire Girl. Stephen throws his ashplant on the table and

[24241] Madam Legget Byrne’s or Levenston’s. Fancy dress balls arranged.

[24243] abilities. (He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee’s feet.)

[24322] screaming bittern’s harsh high whistle shrieks. Groangrousegurgling

[24323] Toft’s cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the

[24328] My girl’s a Yorkshire girl.

[24337] (He wheels Kitty into Lynch’s arms, snatches up his ashplant from

[24342] flashes Toft’s cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded

[24347] Though she’s a factory lass

[24354] SIMON: Think of your mother’s people!

[24358] (Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey’s bell, horse, nag, steer,

[24363] pram falling bawling. Gum he’s a champion. Fuseblue peer from barrel

[24375] (Stephen’s mother, emaciated, rises stark through the floor, in leper

[24386] (From the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in particoloured jester’s

[24387] dress of puce and yellow and clown’s cap with curling bell, stands

[24390] BUCK MULLIGAN: She’s beastly dead. The pity of it! Mulligan meets the

[24393] THE MOTHER: (With the subtle smile of death’s madness.) I was once the

[24396] STEPHEN: (Horrorstruck.) Lemur, who are you? No. What bogeyman’s trick

[24412] You sang that song to me. Love’s bitter mystery.

[24430] FLORRY: (Points to Stephen.) Look! He’s white.

[24441] towards Stephen’s breast with outstretched finger.) Beware God’s

[24443] claws in Stephen’s heart.)

[24469] Time’s livid final flame leaps and, in the following darkness, ruin of

[24476] LYNCH: (Rushes forward and seizes Stephen’s hand.) Here! Hold on!

[24491] ZOE: (Pointing.) There. There’s something up.

[24493] BELLA: Who pays for the lamp? (She seizes Bloom’s coattail.) Here, you

[24494] were with him. The lamp’s broken.

[24500] BELLA: (Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points.) Who’s to pay

[24503] BLOOM: (Snatches up Stephen’s ashplant.) Me? Ten shillings? Haven’t

[24511] the chimney’s broken. Here is all he...

[24515] BLOOM: (Warding off a blow.) To show you how he hit the paper. There’s

[24522] BLOOM: O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he’s a Trinity student.

[24536] ZOE: (In the doorway.) There’s a row on.

[24539] That’s for the chimney. Where? I need mountain air.

[24550] still point right. Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws his caliph’s

[24560] cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes, dead codfish, woman’s

[24575] Father Cowley, Crofton out of the Collector-general’s, Dan Dawson,

[24580] and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the managing clerk of Drimmie’s,

[24587] THE HUE AND CRY: (Helterskelterpelterwelter.) He’s Bloom! Stop Bloom!

[24604] Cohen’s. What’s up? Soldier and civilian.

[24608] the man that’s treating me though I’m only a shilling whore.

[24610] STEPHEN: (Catches sight of Lynch’s and Kitty’s heads.) Hail,

[24646] of the heroine of Jericho.) Rahab. Cook’s son, goodbye. Safe home to

[24651] BLOOM: (Elbowing through the crowd, plucks Stephen’s sleeve

[24669] BIDDY THE CLAP: Did you hear what the professor said? He’s a professor

[24680] PRIVATE CARR: (Pulls himself free and comes forward.) What’s that

[24685] Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner’s and

[24686] Probyn’s horse, Lincoln’s Inn bencher and ancient and honourable

[24689] made in Germany. In his left hand he holds a plasterer’s bucket on

[24707] Carr’s sleeve.) Not that I wish it for you. But I say: Let my country

[24722] BLOOM: (To the privates, softly.) He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

[24724] know him. He’s a gentleman, a poet. It’s all right.

[24736] boy’s hat signs to Stephen.)

[24758] THE BAWD: The red’s as good as the green. And better. Up the soldiers!

[24780] cellar, the unfortunate female’s throat being cut from ear to ear.

[24784] (He jerks the rope. The assistants leap at the victim’s legs and drag

[24785] him downward, grunting: the croppy boy’s tongue protrudes violently.)

[24789] Horhot ho hray hor hother’s hest.

[24820] (The women’s heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears

[24827] OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Rocking to and fro.) Ireland’s sweetheart, the king

[24828] of Spain’s daughter, alanna. Strangers in my house, bad manners to

[24832] STEPHEN: How do I stand you? The hat trick! Where’s the third person

[24850] PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He’s a proboer.

[24865] He gives the pilgrim warrior’s sign of the knights templars.)

[24867] MAJOR TWEEDY: (Growls gruffly.) Rorke’s Drift! Up, guards, and at

[24873] bleeding butcher’s shop of the bugger.

[24888] The harlot’s cry from street to street

[24889] Shall weave Old Ireland’s windingsheet.

[24893] BLOOM: (Shakes Cissy Caffrey’s shoulders.) Speak, you! Are you struck

[24897] CISSY CAFFREY: (Alarmed, seizes Private Carr’s sleeve.) Amn’t I with

[24898] you? Amn’t I your girl? Cissy’s your girl. (She cries.) Police!

[24906] DISTANT VOICES: Dublin’s burning! Dublin’s burning! On fire, on

[24920] yawn. Tom Rochford, winner, in athlete’s singlet and breeches, arrives

[24942] his head and collar back to the front, holds over the celebrant’s head

[24953] THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Raises high behind the celebrant’s

[24975] me fucking Christ! I’ll wring the bastard fucker’s bleeding blasted

[24980] OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen’s hand.) Remove

[24994] Here’s your stick.

[25002] BLOOM: (Over Stephen’s shoulder.) Yes, go. You see he’s incapable.

[25015] THE CROWD: Let him up! Don’t strike him when he’s down! Air! Who?

[25016] The soldier hit him. He’s a professor. Is he hurted? Don’t manhandle

[25017] him! He’s fainted!

[25022] THE BAWD: Listen to who’s talking! Hasn’t the soldier a right to go

[25023] with his girl? He gave him the coward’s blow.

[25025] (They grab at each other’s hair, claw at each other and spit.)

[25032] Here’s the cops! (Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group.)

[25034] FIRST WATCH: What’s wrong here?

[25059] He’s a whitearsed bugger. I don’t give a shit for him.

[25061] FIRST WATCH: (Takes out his notebook.) What’s his name?

[25076] CORNY KELLEHER: (To the watch, with drawling eye.) That’s all right.

[25110] SECOND WATCH: That’s all right, sir.

[25117] SECOND WATCH: It’s our duty.

[25128] standing fizz in Jammet’s. Like princes, faith. One of them lost two

[25130] jolly girls. So I landed them up on Behan’s car and down to nighttown.

[25141] fellow, he’s laid up for the past week) and we had a liquor together

[25149] left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen’s and I told him to pull up and

[25159] calls to Stephen.) Eh! (He calls again.) Eh! He’s covered with

[25181] sideseat sways his head to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom’s plight.

[25191] in his hand Stephen’s hat, festooned with shavings, and ashplant,

[25203] And pierce... wood’s woven shade?...

[25207] the buttons of Stephen’s waistcoat.) To breathe. (He brushes the

[25208] woodshavings from Stephen’s clothes with light hand and fingers.) One

[25218] Stephen’s face and form.)

[25225] cabletow’s length from the shore... where the tide ebbs... and flows

[25237] RUDY: (Gazes, unseeing, into Bloom’s eyes and goes on reading,

16. Eumaeus

[25260] (Stephen’s) mind was not exactly what you would call wandering but a

[25264] expedient by suggesting, off the reel, the propriety of the cabman’s

[25278] street or, more properly, lane as far as the farrier’s and the

[25281] debouching into Amiens street round by the corner of Dan Bergin’s. But

[25291] which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullett’s and the

[25301] a jarvey. As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company’s

[25312] associated with Baird’s the stonecutter’s in his mind somehow in

[25315] James Rourke’s city bakery, situated quite close to where they were,

[25318] life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke’s the

[25319] baker’s it is said.

[25350] fast women of the demimonde ran away with a lot of £. s. d. into

[25374] that he recognised in the sentry a quondam friend of his father’s,

[25396] swoop at a moment’s notice, your money or your life, leaving you there

[25400] though he was not in an over sober state himself recognised Corley’s

[25417] Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night’s lodgings. His friends

[25421] tell him where on God’s earth he could get something, anything at all,

[25444] Maloney’s, but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but

[25451] still Stephen’s feelings got the better of him in a sense though he

[25452] knew that Corley’s brandnew rigmarole on a par with the others was

[25458] was nothing would get it out of Corley’s head that he was living in

[25480] one time. Who’s that with you? I saw him a few times in the Bleeding

[25490] that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam’s, the shipchandler’s,

[25491] bookkeeper there that used to be often round in Nagle’s back with

[25498] watchman’s sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, it struck him,

[25501] time now and then at Stephen’s anything but immaculately attired

[25545] why did you leave your father’s house?

[25547] —To seek misfortune, was Stephen’s answer.

[25568] was, Stephen’s mind’s eye being too busily engaged in repicturing

[25606] friendliness which he gave at Stephen’s at present morose expression

[25615] Adjacent to the men’s public urinal they perceived an icecream car

[25633] Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman’s shelter, an unpretentious

[25686] Doyle. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What’s in a name?

[25697] Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion’s boot but

[25714] —He’s Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the

[25759] toured the wide world with Hengler’s Royal Circus. I seen him do that

[25764] —Murphy’s my name, the sailor continued. D. B. Murphy of Carrigaloe.

[25769] —That’s right, the sailor said. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle.

[25770] That’s where I hails from. I belongs there. That’s where I hails

[25771] from. My little woman’s down there. She’s waiting for me, I know.

[25772] For England, home and beauty. She’s my own true wife I haven’t seen

[25776] to the mariner’s roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jones,

[25812] afternoon. There’s my discharge. See? D. B. Murphy. A. B. S.

[25825] man that ever scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilyou. That’s

[25854] See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse’s liver

[25873] occasion the former’s ball passed through the latter’s hat) having

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

[25887] down the needful and breaking Boyd’s heart it was not so dear,

[25945] men’s fancy, though it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the

[25947] leg, it being only about three quarters of an hour’s run from the

[25977] —That’s a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his formidable

[26000] natives choza de, another the seaman’s discharge. Mr Bloom, so far

[26064] gentleman’s valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I’ve

[26066] job, shaving and brushup. I hate roaming about. There’s my son now,

[26067] Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper’s in

[26084] I must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It’s them black lads I objects

[26089] mariner’s hope and rest they had a full view of the figure 16 and a

[26090] young man’s sideface looking frowningly rather.

[26105] And in point of fact the young man named Antonio’s livid face did

[26110] —Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking down on his manly chest. He’s

[26118] —And what’s the number for? loafer number two queried.

[26144] admit he had washed his wife’s undergarments when soiled in Holles

[26145] street and women would and did too a man’s similar garments initialled

[26146] with Bewley and Draper’s marking ink (hers were, that is) if they

[26148] just then, being on tenterhooks, he desired the female’s room more

[26154] Murphy’s nautical chest and then there was no more of her.

[26210] phenomenon such as electricity but it’s a horse of quite another

[26223] That’s a matter for everyman’s opinion and, without dragging in the

[26226] forgeries all of them put in by monks most probably or it’s the big

[26230] by the way? Let me stir it. And take a piece of that bun. It’s like

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

[26253] accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble’s Vi-Cocoa on account of the

[26263] —Still it’s solid food, his good genius urged, I’m a stickler for

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

[26310] —Mind you, I’m not saying that it’s all a pure invention, he

[26319] as gods. There’s an example again of simple souls.

[26346] accounts for character. That’s why I asked you if you wrote your

[26359] —It’s in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in

[26367] a woman’s natural beauty, no matter what you say. Rumpled stockings,

[26368] it may be, possibly is, a foible of mine but still it’s a thing I

[26379] So then after that they drifted on to the wreck off Daunt’s rock,

[26387] the s. s. Lady Cairns of Swansea run into by the Mona which was on an

[26389] deck. No aid was given. Her master, the Mona’s, said he was afraid his

[26402] noticed when he stood up that he had two flasks of presumably ship’s

[26448] them, how much palmoil the British government gave him for that day’s

[26456] in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom’s sharp ears heard him then expectorate

[26465] And the beef as salt as Lot’s wife’s arse.

[26474] the face of God’s earth, far and away superior to England, with coal

[26506] —Who’s the best troops in the army? the grizzled old veteran irately

[26513] —That’s right, the old tarpaulin corroborated. The Irish catholic

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

[26549] forward and turning queen’s evidence or king’s now like Denis or

[26573] that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some £. s. d. in the course of his

[26599] government it deserves. But with a little goodwill all round. It’s all

[26603] instalments plan. It’s a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate

[26608] assented, between Skinner’s alley and Ormond market.

[26626] —Jews, he softly imparted in an aside in Stephen’s ear, are accused

[26636] compared with goahead America. Turks. It’s in the dogma. Because

[26638] they’d try to live better, at least so I think. That’s the juggle on

[26639] which the p.p.’s raise the wind on false pretences. I’m, he resumed

[26644] annum. That’s the vital issue at stake and it’s feasible and would

[26646] that’s my idea for what it’s worth. I call that patriotism. Ubi

[26667] nowadays. That’s work too. Important work. After all, from the little

[26755] column. My Experiences, let us say, in a Cabman’s Shelter.

[26761] addressed A. Boudin find the captain’s age, his eyes went aimlessly

[26769] Marshall’s dark horse Sir Hugo captured the blue ribband at long odds.

[26788] Monks the dayfather about Keyes’s ad) Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus,

[26805] flabbergasted at Myles Crawford’s after all managing to. There.

[26811] entire colts and fillies. Mr F. Alexander’s Throwaway, b. h. by

[26813] Walden’s Zinfandel (M. Cannon) 2. Mr W. Bass’s Sceptre 3. Betting 5

[26815] was anybody’s race then the rank outsider drew to the fore, got long

[26816] lead, beating Lord Howard de Walden’s chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass’s

[26818] that Lenehan’s version of the business was all pure buncombe. Secured

[26820] ran: J de Bremond’s (French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring

[26876] misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip: what’s bred in the

[26882] Tichborne, Bella was the boat’s name to the best of his recollection

[26896] Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. She loosened many a man’s

[26897] thighs. I seen her picture in a barber’s. The husband was a captain or

[26929] in the loved one’s smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial,

[26946] of fire on his head much in the same way as the fabled ass’s kick.

[26963] —The king of Spain’s daughter, Stephen answered, adding something or

[26987] (the lady’s) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile

[26989] Dublin’s premier photographic artist, being responsible for the

[27010] Joseph’s sovereign thievery alors (Bandez!) Figne toi trop. Whereas no

[27013] The spirit moving him he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar’s

[27024] thoughtfully with the intention of not further increasing the other’s

[27050] intimate. Then the decree nisi and the King’s proctor tries to show

[27056] close to Erin’s uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred on

[27057] the historic fracas when the fallen leader’s, who notoriously stuck to

[27059] (leader’s) trusty henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen or

[27065] occupation reflecting on the erstwhile tribune’s private morals.

[27072] sustained a minor injury from a nasty prod of some chap’s elbow in the

[27074] stomach, fortunately not of a grave character. His hat (Parnell’s)

[27082] else, what’s bred in the bone instilled into him in infancy at his

[27083] mother’s knee in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at

[27099] moment in a loving position locked in one another’s arms, drawing

[27135] the other’s senior or like his father but something substantial

[27146] Friday. Ah, you mean it’s after twelve!

[27159] in people’s mind though, it goes without saying, not contributing a

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

[27197] Epps’s cocoa and a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or

[27204] dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely some sponger’s

[27206] lower would be the best clue to that equivocal character’s whereabouts

[27209] calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody’s bones and mauling their

[27222] while prudently pocketing her photo, as it’s rather stuffy here you

[27231] —Yes, that’s the best, he assured Stephen to whom for the matter of

[27234] All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his (B’s) busy brain,

[27241] Because he more than suspected he had his father’s voice to bank his

[27251] had left Euston for the chief secretary’s lodge or words to that

[27305] neverfailing Bloom replied without a moment’s hesitation, saying

[27311] time apologetic to get on his companion’s right, a habit of his, by

[27318] Come. It’s not far. Lean on me.

[27320] Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen’s right and led him on

[27340] follow at the first go-off but the music of Mercadante’s Huguenots,

[27341] Meyerbeer’s Seven Last Words on the Cross and Mozart’s Twelfth Mass

[27348] Rossini’s Stabat Mater, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers,

[27361] par excellence Lionel’s air in Martha, M’appari, which, curiously

[27363] privilege he keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen’s respected

[27367] Shakespeare’s songs, at least of in or about that period, the lutenist

[27373] virginals, he said, in the Queen’s chapel or anywhere else he found

[27385] who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual, plucked the other’s sleeve

[27400] take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan’s, of the same size, would be a

[27401] holy horror to face. But it was no animal’s fault in particular if he

[27408] distracted from Stephen’s words while the ship of the street was

[27411] —What’s this I was saying? Ah, yes! My wife, he intimated, plunging

[27420] Still, supposing he had his father’s gift as he more than suspected,

[27421] it opened up new vistas in his mind such as Lady Fingall’s Irish

[27449] youthful tyro in society’s sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a

[27468] Dublin’s musical world after the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor

[27472] for himself and win a high place in the city’s esteem where he could

[27492] which in Bloom’s humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side

[27493] of a person’s character, no pun intended.

[27513] sirens, enemies of man’s reason, mingled with a number of other topics

17. Ithaca

[27532] Gardiner’s place by an inadvertence as far as the farther corner of

[27536] George’s church diametrically, the chord in any circle being less than

[27547] presabbath, Stephen’s collapse.

[27563] Stephen dissented openly from Bloom’s views on the importance

[27565] Stephen’s views on the eternal affirmation of the spirit of man in

[27566] literature. Bloom assented covertly to Stephen’s rectification of

[27578] and Dublin) at first no bigger than a woman’s hand.

[27589] thoroughfares between Longwood avenue and Leonard’s corner and

[27590] Leonard’s corner and Synge street and Synge street and Bloomfield

[27597] the lounge in Matthew Dillon’s house in Roundtown. Once in 1892 and

[27599] parlour of his (Bloom’s) house in Lombard street, west.

[27636] Bloom’s decision?

[27648] By his body’s known weight of eleven stone and four pounds in

[27686] softly along the hallway the man’s back and listed feet and lighted

[27689] Bloom’s house.

[27713] Julia Morkan at 15 Usher’s Island: of his aunt Sara, wife of Richie

[27718] physics’ theatre of university College, 16 Stephen’s Green, north:

[27719] of his sister Dilly (Delia) in his father’s house in Cabra.

[27770] in seeking its own level: its vastness in the ocean of Mercator’s

[27822] Barrington’s lemonflavoured soap, to which paper still adhered,

[27828] What reason did Stephen give for declining Bloom’s offer?

[27890] perturbations, a clattered milkcan, a postman’s double knock, a paper

[27919] Plumtree’s potted meat, an oval wicker basket bedded with fibre and

[27921] Co’s white invalid port, half disrobed of its swathe of coralpink

[27922] tissue paper, a packet of Epps’s soluble cocoa, five ounces of Anne

[27923] Lynch’s choice tea at 2/- per lb in a crinkled leadpaper bag, a

[27927] Dairy’s cream, a jug of brown crockery containing a naggin and a

[27930] subtracted for Mr Bloom’s and Mrs Fleming’s breakfasts, made one

[27946] late pink edition, in the cabman’s shelter, at Butt bridge.

[27951] In Bernard Kiernan’s licensed premises 8, 9 and 10 little Britain

[27952] street: in David Byrne’s licensed premises, 14 Duke street: in

[27953] O’Connell street lower, outside Graham Lemon’s when a dark man had

[27958] perused and restituted the copy of the current issue of the Freeman’s

[27985] He poured into two teacups two level spoonfuls, four in all, of Epps’s

[28005] accepted them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps’s

[28013] side of his guest’s jacket. A gift to his guest of one of the four

[28014] lady’s handkerchiefs, if and when ascertained to be in a presentable

[28021] flow of heat was conducted, three sips to his opponent’s one, six to

[28090] fourthly, distraction resultant from compassion for Nelly Bouverist’s

[28092] and concupiscence caused by Nelly Bouverist’s revelations of white

[28096] allusions from Everybody’s Book of Jokes (1000 pages and a laugh in

[28104] 16 years before in 1888 when Bloom was of Stephen’s present age

[28105] Stephen was 6. 16 years after in 1920 when Stephen would be of Bloom’s

[28129] Two. The first in the lilacgarden of Matthew Dillon’s house, Medina

[28130] Villa, Kimmage road, Roundtown, in 1887, in the company of Stephen’s

[28132] hand in salutation. The second in the coffeeroom of Breslin’s hotel

[28133] on a rainy Sunday in the January of 1892, in the company of Stephen’s

[28134] father and Stephen’s granduncle, Stephen being then 5 years older.

[28146] house of Stephen’s parents from 1 September 1888 to 29 December 1891

[28160] Circular road opposite Mr Gavin Low’s place of business where she had

[28189] abandoned, prescribed in Eugen Sandow’s Physical Strength and How to

[28208] What, reduced to their simplest reciprocal form, were Bloom’s thoughts

[28209] about Stephen’s thoughts about Bloom and about Stephen’s thoughts

[28210] about Bloom’s thoughts about Stephen?

[28239] through a dame’s school and the high school. Substituting Bloom for

[28278] the former by his 1d bazaar at 42 George’s street, south, the latter

[28279] at his 6 1/2d shop and world’s fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30

[28289] K. 11. Kino’s 11/- Trousers.

[28308] What is home without Plumtree’s Potted Meat?

[28341] In sloping, upright and backhands: Queen’s Hotel, Queen’s Hotel,

[28342] Queen’s Hotel. Queen’s Ho...

[28346] The Queen’s Hotel, Ennis, county Clare, where Rudolph Bloom (Rudolf

[28366] He preferred himself to see another’s face and listen to another’s

[28383] or Doctor Dick or Heblon’s Studies in Blue, to a publication of

[28388] on the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June (S. Aloysius

[28441] knowledge: by open ridicule in her presence of some absent other’s

[28461] Accepting the analogy implied in his guest’s parable which examples of

[28524] (S. Mary’s Abbey) and masshouse (Adam and Eve’s tavern): the

[28549] Did the guest comply with his host’s request?

[28553] What was Stephen’s auditive sensation?

[28558] What was Bloom’s visual sensation?

[28563] What were Stephen’s and Bloom’s quasisimultaneous volitional

[28566] Visually, Stephen’s: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted

[28570] Auditively, Bloom’s: The traditional accent of the ecstasy of

[28577] reverend John Conmee S. J., the reverend T. Salmon, D. D., provost of

[28596] He drove it o’er the jew’s garden wall.

[28598] He broke the jew’s windows all.

[28606] Then out there came the jew’s daughter

[28627] With mixed feelings. Unsmiling, he heard and saw with wonder a jew’s

[28630] Condense Stephen’s commentary.

[28694] She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a recess. On the duke’s

[28729] in Stephen’s green amid inverted reflections of trees her uncommented

[28783] eventuality of reconciliatory union between a schoolfellow and a jew’s

[28832] Hengler’s circus in the Rotunda, Rutland square, Dublin, an intuitive

[28836] (the clown’s) papa. The imprevidibility of the future: once in the

[28843] Was the clown Bloom’s son?

[28847] Had Bloom’s coin returned?

[29002] the waggoner’s star: Walsingham way: the chariot of David: the annular

[29012] about the period of the feast of S. Lawrence (martyr, 10 August): the

[29034] His (Bloom’s) logical conclusion, having weighed the matter and

[29078] What visible luminous sign attracted Bloom’s, who attracted

[29079] Stephen’s, gaze?

[29081] In the second storey (rere) of his (Bloom’s) house the light of a

[29100] At Stephen’s suggestion, at Bloom’s instigation both, first Stephen,

[29103] their gazes, first Bloom’s, then Stephen’s, elevated to the

[29109] were dissimilar: Bloom’s longer, less irruent, in the incomplete form

[29113] institution, 210 scholars: Stephen’s higher, more sibilant, who in the

[29180] double vibration of a jew’s harp in the resonant lane.

[29266] the key of G natural for voice and piano of Love’s Old Sweet Song

[29277] remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan’s scheme of colour containing the

[29328] Yet that man’s father was his grandfather’s son.

[29343] Thom’s Dublin Post Office Directory, 1886.

[29345] Denis Florence M’Carthy’s Poetical Works (copper beechleaf bookmark

[29348] Shakespeare’s Works (dark crimson morocco, goldtooled).

[29355] The Child’s Guide (blue cloth).

[29366] Ellis’s Three Trips to Madagascar (brown cloth, title obliterated).

[29378] Lockhart’s Life of Napoleon (cover wanting, marginal annotations,

[29384] Hozier’s History of the Russo-Turkish War (brown cloth, 2 volumes,

[29385] with gummed label, Garrison Library, Governor’s Parade, Gibraltar, on

[29389] green cloth, gilt trefoil design, previous owner’s name on recto of

[29393] antique letterpress long primer, author’s footnotes nonpareil,

[29405] for R. Knaplock at the Bi?hop’s Head, MDCCXI, with dedicatory epi?tle

[29425] Hozier’s History of the Russo-Turkish War.

[29444] by auction from P. A. Wren, 9 Bachelor’s Walk.

[29481] £. s. d.

[29483] 1 Copy Freeman’s Journal 0—0—1

[29494] 1 Pig’s Foot 0—0—4

[29495] 1 Sheep’s Trotter 0—0—3

[29496] 1 Cake Fry’s Plain Chocolate 0—0—1

[29481] £. s. d.

[29506] Commission recd. Freeman’s Journal 1—7—6

[29530] Ellis’s juvenile school, patiently each night in the act of brief

[29615] (lady’s and gentleman’s), a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnum

[29631] Bloom Cottage. Saint Leopold’s. Flowerville.

[29761] earth (in the gizzard of a comestible fowl). A Spanish prisoner’s

[29828] and transfer vouchers during donor’s lifetime or by bequest after

[29829] donor’s painless extinction, of eminent financiers (Blum Pasha,

[29851] infinitesimal part of any person’s desires has been realised. As

[29870] A Vere Foster’s handwriting copybook, property of Milly (Millicent)

[29880] stores department of Messrs Hely’s, Ltd., 89, 90, and 91 Dame street:

[29885] passing into law of William Ewart Gladstone’s Home Rule bill of 1886

[29886] (never passed into law): a bazaar ticket, No 2004, of S. Kevin’s

[29894] Clifford, c/o. P. O. Dolphin’s Barn: the transliterated name and

[29913] during and after 2 months’ consecutive use of Sandow-Whiteley’s

[29914] pulley exerciser (men’s 15/-, athlete’s 20/-) viz. chest 28 in and

[29917] the world’s greatest remedy for rectal complaints, direct from

[29931] sultry summer’s day. Recommend it to your lady and gentlemen friends,

[29939] How did absentminded beggar’s concluding testimonial conclude?

[29974] in depositor’s favour: £ 18-14-6 (eighteen pounds, fourteen shillings

[29996] prayers for Pessach (Passover): a photocard of the Queen’s Hotel,

[30082] bailiff’s man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric

[30084] perforated umbrella. Destitution: the inmate of Old Man’s House (Royal

[30085] Hospital), Kilmainham, the inmate of Simpson’s Hospital for reduced

[30131] submerged petrified city, the Giant’s Causeway, Fort Camden and

[30133] pastures of royal Meath, Brigid’s elm in Kildare, the Queen’s Island

[30228] troglodyte in Bernard Kiernan’s premises (holocaust): a blank

[30235] cabman’s shelter, Butt Bridge (atonement).

[30270] Fusiliers, of Gibraltar and Rehoboth, Dolphin’s Barn.

[30285] cut on generous lines, redolent of opoponax, jessamine and Muratti’s

[30296] cutting, apple design, on which rested a lady’s black straw hat.

[30303] Bloom’s acts?

[30340] Father Bernard Corrigan, a farmer at the Royal Dublin Society’s Horse

[30381] the agent and reagent of attraction. Because attraction between agent(s)

[30382] and reagent(s) at all instants varied, with inverse proportion of

[30411] perjury, poaching, usury, intelligence with the king’s enemies,

[30501] street, an invitation to supper at Wynn’s (Murphy’s) Hotel, 35,

[30551] What moved visibly above the listener’s and the narrator’s invisible

[30559] Listener, S. E. by E.: Narrator, N. W. by W.: on the 53rd parallel of

[30594] Going to dark bed there was a square round Sinbad the Sailor roc’s

[30595] auk’s egg in the night of the bed of all the auks of the rocs of

18. Penelope

[31486] crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat

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1. Telemachus

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3. Proteus

4. Calypso

5. Lotus Eaters

6. Hades

7. Aeolus

8. Lestrygonians

9. Scylla and Charybdis

10. Wandering Rocks

11. Sirens

12. Cyclops

13. Nausicaa

14. Oxen of the Sun

15. Circe

16. Eumaeus

17. Ithaca

18. Penelope