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1. Telemachus

[2] Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of

[4] ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He

[5] held the bowl aloft and intoned:

[9] Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

[13] Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about

[14] and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the

[16] towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat

[18] his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking

[19] gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light

[22] Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the

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

[36] through the calm.

[39] the current, will you?

[41] He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering

[42] about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and

[43] sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages.

[46] —The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!

[48] He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,

[50] halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as

[51] he propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and

[57] Hellenic ring, hasn’t it? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself.

[58] We must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out

[61] He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:

[63] —Will he come? The jejune jesuit!

[78] Dedalus, you have the real Oxford manner. He can’t make you out. O, my

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

[88] —I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the

[93] Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped down

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

[104] dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.

[105] Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said:

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

[110] He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair

[113] —God! he said quietly. Isn’t the sea what Algy calls it: a great

[114] sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa

[115] ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them

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

[119] Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked

[120] down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of

[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

[141] —But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest

[146] Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against

[147] his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat-sleeve.

[148] Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in

[152] wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a

[153] great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay

[155] stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had

[161] and a few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks?

[165] Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.

[167] —The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God

[174] —He can’t wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror.

[178] He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the

[181] Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its

[184] —That fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan,

[186] General paralysis of the insane!

[188] He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad

[189] in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and

[190] the edges of his white glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong

[195] Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by

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

[200] her all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi.

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

[206] —The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If

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

[214] round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he

[220] Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The

[223] —Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap

[227] could only work together we might do something for the island. Hellenise

[232] —And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I’m the only

[240] expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit

[241] ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the

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

[244] don’t want to be debagged! Don’t you play the giddy ox with me!

[246] Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf

[248] on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.

[258] They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the

[259] water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly.

[271] —Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my

[277] sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God?

[279] —You were making tea, Stephen said, and went across the landing to

[280] get more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the

[296] saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and

[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

[302] lobes are not functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and

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

[306] I didn’t mean to offend the memory of your mother.

[308] He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping

[309] wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:

[311] —I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.

[315] —Of the offence to me, Stephen answered.

[321] He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,

[322] gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland now grew

[324] the fever of his cheeks.

[326] A voice within the tower called loudly:

[334] —Look at the sea. What does it care about offences? Chuck Loyola,

[335] Kinch, and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.

[337] His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level

[338] with the roof:

[341] the moody brooding.

[343] His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of

[344] the stairhead:

[348] For Fergus rules the brazen cars.

[349] Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the

[350] stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of

[352] the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the

[354] shimmering on the dim tide.

[356] A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in

[358] song: I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords.

[366] a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the sunny

[367] window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing in the

[368] pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang:

[370] I am the boy

[377] Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his

[378] brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had

[379] approached the sacrament. A cored apple, filled with brown sugar,

[380] roasting for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening. Her shapely

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

[389] alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured

[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

[402] cry, heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly

[420] —The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us one.

[425] have a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent

[428] He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of

[437] Warm sunshine merrying over the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone,

[438] forgotten, on the parapet. Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there

[442] smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck.

[443] So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and

[444] yet the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.

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

[447] form moved briskly to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its

[448] yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor

[449] from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of

[455] Stephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker. A tall figure rose from the

[456] hammock where it had been sitting, went to the doorway and pulled open

[457] the inner doors.

[459] —Have you the key? a voice asked.

[463] He howled, without looking up from the fire:

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

[469] The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been

[470] set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. Haines stood at the

[471] doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and

[472] sat down to wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside

[473] him. Then he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set

[476] —I’m melting, he said, as the candle remarked when... But, hush!

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

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

[481] Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler from

[482] the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.

[487] the locker.

[492] Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:

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

[496] —The blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his

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

[498] I can’t go fumbling at the damned eggs.

[500] He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three

[505] Haines sat down to pour out the tea.

[510] Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old

[521] send you don’t make them in the one pot.

[527] lines of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of

[528] Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.

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

[538] —Do you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray?

[540] —I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the

[549] rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:

[556] The doorway was darkened by an entering form.

[558] —The milk, sir!

[560] —Come in, ma’am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.

[568] Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker.

[570] —The islanders, Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of

[571] the collector of prepuces.

[573] —How much, sir? asked the old woman.

[577] He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white

[580] a messenger. She praised the goodness of the milk, pouring it out.

[581] Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her

[582] toadstool, her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs. They lowed

[583] about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old

[586] cuckquean, a messenger from the secret morning. To serve or to upbraid,

[597] loudly, we wouldn’t have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten

[598] guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with

[601] —Are you a medical student, sir? the old woman asked.

[609] slights. To the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there

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

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

[622] —I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from

[623] the west, sir?

[630] —Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I’m ashamed I don’t

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

[637] —No, thank you, sir, the old woman said, slipping the ring of the

[644] Stephen filled again the three cups.

[657] Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the

[663] He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:

[667] Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.

[671] —Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time enough. Good

[681] bring us back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland

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

[695] —The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.

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

[698] trickle over a slice of the loaf.

[700] Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the

[708] —That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol

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

[721] Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of

[722] the hammock, said:

[726] He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and

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

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

[747] all. Let us get out of the kip.

[754] He emptied his pockets on to the table.

[761] we’ll simply have to dress the character. I want puce gloves and

[768] Stephen picked it up and put it on. Haines called to them from the

[773] —I’m ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come

[780] and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door and

[781] locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.

[783] At the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked:

[785] —Did you bring the key?

[790] bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.

[800] —To the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.

[802] They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last:

[806] —Billy Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan said, when the French were

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

[812] Aquinas and the fiftyfive reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait

[815] He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his

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

[834] —O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!

[836] —We’re always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it

[841] —The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.

[845] o’er his base into the sea, isn’t it?

[848] speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in cheap

[853] Eyes, pale as the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.

[854] The seas’ ruler, he gazed southward over the bay, empty save for

[855] the smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail

[856] tacking by the Muglins.

[859] The Father and the Son idea. The Son striving to be atoned with the

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

[868] —I’m the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.

[870] With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree.

[875] He’ll get no free drinks when I’m making the wine

[877] That I make when the wine becomes water again.

[879] forward to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like

[880] fins or wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:

[883] And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead.

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

[886] He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering his

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

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

[895] out of it somehow, doesn’t it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner?

[897] —The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.

[904] the narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a

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

[914] Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his

[916] it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk

[917] towards Stephen in the shell of his hands.

[927] side. Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels.

[929] along the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark.

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

[931] bread. Give him the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his

[936] Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him was not

[953] —The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and

[954] the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church.

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

[965] the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts,

[966] a chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in the mass for pope

[967] Marcellus, the voices blended, singing alone loud in affirmation: and

[968] behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church militant disarmed

[970] awry: Photius and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and

[971] Arius, warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with

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

[973] subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Father was Himself

[974] His own Son. Words Mulligan had spoken a moment since in mockery to the

[975] stranger. Idle mockery. The void awaits surely all them that weave the

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

[983] one. I don’t want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews

[986] Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman.

[990] The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.

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

[995] The man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay waiting

[996] for a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face,

[999] They followed the winding path down to the creek. Buck Mulligan stood on

[1002] his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.

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

[1006] —Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons.

[1014] the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones,

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

[1024] of rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.

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

[1035] —Is she up the pole?

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

[1049] Kinch and I, the supermen.

[1056] —Yes. Make room in the bed.

[1058] The young man shoved himself backward through the water and reached

[1059] the middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down on a

[1072] Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped

[1077] Stephen threw two pennies on the soft heap. Dressing, undressing. Buck

[1080] —He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake

[1085] —We’ll see you again, Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up the

[1090] —The Ship, Buck Mulligan cried. Half twelve.

[1094] He walked along the upwardcurving path.

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

[1102] A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea. Turning

[1103] the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a

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

2. Nestor

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

[1127] Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as

[1129] of excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling

[1132] —I forget the place, sir. 279 B. C.

[1134] —Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the

[1139] That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind. From

[1143] —You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?

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

[1154] proud that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico Road, Dalkey.

[1160] more loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay.

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

[1165] —A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a

[1168] Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench

[1172] tittering in the struggle.

[1176] The words troubled their gaze.

[1181] drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A

[1182] jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a

[1184] for the smooth caress. For them too history was a tale like any other

[1189] branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite

[1192] Weave, weaver of the wind.

[1204] —And the story, sir?

[1208] A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork

[1209] of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text:

[1213] Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor...

[1214] It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.

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

[1216] out into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he

[1217] had read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow

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

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

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

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

[1228] —Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves,

[1229] Through the dear might...

[1234] His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again, having

[1235] just remembered. Of him that walked the waves. Here also over these

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

[1237] on mine. It lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the

[1239] look from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the

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

[1266] The cock crew,

[1267] The sky was blue:

[1268] The bells in heaven

[1278] Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence

[1285] —The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.

[1290] A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called:

[1295] they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and

[1304] He held out his copybook. The word Sums was written on the headline.

[1305] Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature with

[1311] Stephen touched the edges of the book. Futility.

[1316] copy them off the board, sir.

[1324] her heart. But for her the race of the world would have trampled him

[1326] blood drained from her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in

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

[1328] bestrode. She was no more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in

[1329] the fire, an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from

[1332] of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth,

[1333] listened, scraped up the earth, listened, scraped and scraped.

[1335] Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by algebra

[1337] askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the

[1338] lumberroom: the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field.

[1340] Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery of

[1342] traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors. Gone too from

[1343] the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement,

[1344] flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the world, a

[1347] —Do you understand now? Can you work the second for yourself?

[1351] In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Waiting always for a word

[1352] of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue

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

[1363] The sum was done.

[1369] He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his

[1372] —You had better get your stick and go out to the others, Stephen said

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

[1377] In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.

[1383] He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy

[1386] he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him. He

[1391] —Cochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.

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

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

[1402] round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head.

[1404] Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather

[1405] of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As it was

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

[1408] of purple plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to all the

[1411] A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his

[1412] rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table.

[1418] laid them carefully on the table.

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

[1423] moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money

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

[1428] A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth.

[1438] —Thank you, sir, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy

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

[1455] The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the same. Three times

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

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

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

[1473] The seas’ ruler. His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay: it seems

[1476] —That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets.

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

[1495] —For the moment, no, Stephen answered.

[1504] Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at the

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

[1510] famine in ’46. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal

[1511] of the union twenty years before O’Connell did or before the prelates

[1515] Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the

[1516] splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked and armed, the

[1517] planters’ covenant. The black north and true blue bible. Croppies lie

[1522] —I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But

[1523] I am descended from sir John Blackwood who voted for the union. We are

[1529] it and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do

[1532] Lal the ral the ra

[1533] The rocky road to Dublin.

[1536] to Dublin. Lal the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.

[1539] with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for the press.

[1540] Sit down a moment. I have just to copy the end.

[1542] He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and read

[1543] off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.

[1545] —Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, the dictates of

[1548] He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his elbow

[1549] and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard slowly,

[1550] sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.

[1552] Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence. Framed

[1553] around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their

[1554] meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings’ Repulse, the duke of

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

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

[1563] Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among the

[1564] mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and reek

[1565] of the canteen, over the motley slush. Even money Fair Rebel. Ten to one

[1566] the field. Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the hoofs, the

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

[1570] Shouts rang shrill from the boys’ playfield and a whirring whistle.

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

[1575] Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the frozen deathspew of the slain,

[1580] He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.

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

[1583] the foot and mouth disease. Just look through it. There can be no two

[1584] opinions on the matter.

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

[1588] industries. Liverpool ring which jockeyed the Galway harbour scheme.

[1589] European conflagration. Grain supplies through the narrow waters of

[1590] the channel. The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of

[1592] was no better than she should be. To come to the point at issue.

[1600] question. In every sense of the word take the bull by the horns.

[1601] Thanking you for the hospitality of your columns.

[1604] the next outbreak they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. And it can

[1607] offer to come over here. I am trying to work up influence with the

[1611] He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.

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

[1614] jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are

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

[1617] as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of

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

[1627] His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in which

[1633] —They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see

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

[1637] On the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting

[1639] uncouth about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk

[1641] slow eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but

[1642] knew the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain

[1644] heaped by the roadside: plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew their

[1645] years of wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.

[1651] He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell

[1657] From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal.

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

[1661] history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.

[1663] Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:

[1671] —A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.

[1673] Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose tweaked

[1677] many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was no

[1678] better than she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten

[1679] years the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first brought

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

[1682] errors, many failures but not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the

[1683] end of my days. But I will fight for the right till the end.

[1687] Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.

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

[1704] Stephen rustled the sheets again.

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

[1718] City Arms hotel. I asked him to lay my letter before the meeting. You

[1721] —The Evening Telegraph...

[1726] —Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket.

[1729] —Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I

[1734] He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the trees,

[1735] hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield.

[1736] The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate:

[1738] me a new name: the bullockbefriending bard.

[1746] —Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.

[1750] —I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour

[1751] of being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know

[1754] He frowned sternly on the bright air.

[1762] his lifted arms waving to the air.

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

[1767] On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung

3. Proteus

[1777] Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought

[1779] and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver,

[1780] rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies.

[1783] millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why

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

[1792] o’er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably! I am

[1793] getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with

[1794] it: they do. My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs,

[1795] nebeneinander. Sounds solid: made by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. Am

[1800] Madeline the mare?

[1802] marching. No, agallop: deline the mare.

[1805] open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can

[1808] See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world

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

[1812] and down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet sinking in

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

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

[1815] in the beach. From the liberties, out for the day. Mrs Florence MacCabe,

[1816] relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride Street. One

[1818] What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord, hushed

[1819] in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of

[1829] Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man

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

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

[1835] Warring his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality.

[1842] The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the steeds of

[1845] I mustn’t forget his letter for the press. And after? The Ship, half

[1846] twelve. By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile.

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

[1854] things I married into! De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little

[1855] costdrawer and his brother, the cornet player. Highly respectable

[1859] I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and wait. They take

[1870] In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the

[1871] hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the

[1876] He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for

[1877] the eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, filing consents and

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

[1896] —Sit down or by the law Harry I’ll knock you down.

[1904] here. The rich of a rasher fried with a herring? Sure? So much the

[1905] better. We have nothing in the house but backache pills.

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

[1910] Stephen, in the whole opera. Listen.

[1912] His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the air,

[1917] Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry you

[1918] had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of

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

[1920] library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. For whom?

[1921] The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his kind

[1922] ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the moon,

[1923] his eyeballs stars. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The oval equine faces,

[1927] see him me clambering down to the footpace (descende!), clutching a

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

[1931] fat with the fat of kidneys of wheat.

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

[1937] invincible doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled

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

[1944] awfully holy, weren’t you? You prayed to the Blessed Virgin that you

[1945] might not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue

[1946] that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the

[1948] round a squaw. More tell me, more still! On the top of the Howth tram

[1949] alone crying to the rain: Naked women! Naked women! What about that, eh?

[1954] You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause

[1955] earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one

[1959] deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the

[1965] The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again

[1966] a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the

[1967] unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada.

[1971] stood up, stogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A sentinel:

[1972] isle of dreadful thirst. Broken hoops on the shore; at the land a maze

[1973] of dark cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the

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

[1978] Seems not. No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand

[1979] towards the Pigeonhouse.

[1985] Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar MacMahon.

[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

[1988] face. Lap, lapin. He hopes to win in the gros lots. About the nature of

[2001] My Latin quarter hat. God, we simply must dress the character. I want

[2002] puce gloves. You were a student, weren’t you? Of what in the other

[2005] Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Just say in the most natural tone:

[2008] somewhere. Justice. On the night of the seventeenth of February 1904 the

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

[2015] door of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger

[2025] broken English as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across the

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

[2035] And I’ll tell you the reason why.

[2037] The Hannigan famileye.

[2038] His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows, along by

[2039] the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled stone

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

[2041] there, the slender trees, the lemon houses.

[2044] farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the

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

[2049] with the pus of flan bréton. Faces of Paris men go by, their

[2055] sétier! A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron. She serves me

[2060] it his postprandial. Well: slainte! Around the slabbed tables the

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

[2063] lips. Of Ireland, the Dalcassians, of hopes, conspiracies, of Arthur

[2066] I know the voice. His fustian shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its

[2068] know what he called queen Victoria? Old hag with the yellow teeth.

[2069] Vieille ogresse with the dents jaunes. Maud Gonne, beautiful woman, La

[2071] The froeken, bonne à tout faire, who rubs male nakedness in the bath

[2077] The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Loose

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

[2081] orangeblossoms, drove out the road to Malahide. Did, faith. Of lost

[2082] leaders, the betrayed, wild escapes. Disguises, clutched at, gone, not

[2087] he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the

[2089] upward in the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. In gay Paree

[2091] stations, the dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre

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

[2098] taught him to sing The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades.

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

[2101] Napper Tandy, by the hand.

[2103] O, O the boys of

[2108] He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots.

[2109] The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of

[2110] seeds of brightness. Here, I am not walking out to the Kish lightship,

[2111] am I? He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the

[2114] Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly

[2115] in new sockets. The cold domed room of the tower waits. Through the

[2116] barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my

[2117] feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. Blue dusk,

[2118] nightfall, deep blue night. In the darkness of the dome they wait,

[2120] platters. Who to clear it? He has the key. I will not sleep there when

[2122] bodies, the panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his

[2123] feet up from the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders. Take

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

[2125] midwatches I pace the path above the rocks, in sable silvered, hearing

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

[2129] then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the sedge

[2133] A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Before him the

[2136] silted here. And these, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a warren of

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

[2139] on the ear. I’m the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well

[2143] A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand.

[2146] farther away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide, figures,

[2147] two. The two maries. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes.

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

[2150] Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their

[2152] torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the

[2154] spouting, hobbling in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city

[2158] them on the frozen Liffey, that I, a changeling, among the spluttering

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

[2164] pining, the bark of their applause? Pretenders: live their lives. The

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

[2173] there for you. Would you or would you not? The man that was drowned nine

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

[2176] Water cold soft. When I put my face into it in the basin at Clongowes.

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

[2178] tide flowing quickly in on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand quickly,

[2188] off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a

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

[2191] field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. At the lacefringe of

[2192] the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears. His

[2193] snout lifted barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented

[2197] Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping,

[2198] soused their bags and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped

[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,

[2206] dogsniff, eyes on the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor

[2211] The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless

[2213] slunk back in a curve. Doesn’t see me. Along by the edge of the mole

[2216] pissed quick short at an unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor.

[2217] His hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and

[2218] delved. Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the

[2219] sand, dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the air, scraped up the

[2221] got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead.

[2225] man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held against my

[2226] face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said. In. Come. Red

[2229] Shouldering their bags they trudged, the red Egyptians. His blued feet

[2230] out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick muffler

[2231] strangling his unshaven neck. With woman steps she followed: the

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

[2244] In the darkmans clip and kiss.

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

[2254] flaming sword, to the west, trekking to evening lands. She trudges,

[2257] mine, oinopa ponton, a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon.

[2258] In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Bridebed, childbed,

[2260] vampire, through storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth

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

[2270] letter. Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off.

[2271] Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and

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

[2275] His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till

[2276] the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness

[2277] shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there

[2283] Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne

[2284] took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with

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

[2290] sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the

[2293] She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue

[2294] hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of

[2295] the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she? The virgin at Hodges

[2296] Figgis’ window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you

[2297] were going to write. Keen glance you gave her. Wrist through the

[2308] He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled

[2311] vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona. Alo! Bonjour. Welcome as the flowers

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

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

[2319] nebeneinander. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein

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

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

[2327] In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering

[2329] away. I shall wait. No, they will pass on, passing, chafing against the

[2336] Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and

[2341] awaiting the fullness of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias

[2343] forthflowing, wending back: loom of the moon. Weary too in sight of

[2350] saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward.

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

[2355] spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly.

[2358] urinous offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes

[2359] upward the stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to

[2360] the sun.

[2367] Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect,

[2371] He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying

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

[2374] day. Of all the glad new year, mother, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Lawn

[2375] Tennyson, gentleman poet. Già. For the old hag with the yellow teeth.

[2378] dentist, I wonder, with that money? That one. This. Toothless Kinch, the

[2385] He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,

[2386] carefully. For the rest let look who will.

[2390] He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through the

[2391] air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the crosstrees,

4. Calypso

[2408] Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.

[2414] Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting

[2415] her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the

[2419] The coals were reddening.

[2422] her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off

[2423] the hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat,

[2424] its spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked

[2425] stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.

[2429] —O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.

[2431] The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the

[2435] Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Clean to see:

[2436] the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her

[2437] tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his

[2440] —Milk for the pussens, he said.

[2442] —Mrkgnao! the cat cried.

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

[2450] chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.

[2452] —Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.

[2455] and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits

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

[2458] poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.

[2462] He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped

[2464] can’t mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or

[2465] kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.

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

[2471] lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean. Why are their tongues so

[2475] On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by

[2476] the bedroom door. She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter

[2477] she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way.

[2479] He said softly in the bare hall:

[2481] —I’m going round the corner. Be back in a minute.

[2492] as she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled.

[2493] Must get those settled really. Pity. All the way from Gibraltar.

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

[2497] At Plevna that was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I’m proud of it.

[2501] His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat

[2503] pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do.

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

[2505] high grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip

[2508] On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there.

[2509] In the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe.

[2511] the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped

[2512] gently over the threshold, a limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I

[2515] He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number

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

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

[2522] Makes you feel young. Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at

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

[2528] shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled

[2529] pipe. Cries of sellers in the streets. Drink water scented with fennel,

[2531] meet him. Getting on to sundown. The shadows of the mosques among the

[2532] pillars: priest with a scroll rolled up. A shiver of the trees, signal,

[2533] the evening wind. I pass on. Fading gold sky. A mother watches me from

[2539] Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track

[2540] of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself.

[2541] What Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the Freeman leader: a

[2542] homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank

[2544] sun rising up in the northwest.

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

[2547] the flabby gush of porter. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out

[2548] whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Good house, however: just the

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

[2550] position. Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from

[2551] the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot.

[2553] Baldhead over the blind. Cute old codger. No use canvassing him for an

[2555] bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching

[2556] the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket. Simon Dedalus takes him

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

[2559] they’d only be an eight o’clock breakfast for the Japanese.

[2561] Stop and say a word: about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about poor

[2564] Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the

[2575] Where do they get the money? Coming up redheaded curates from the county

[2576] Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Then, lo and behold,

[2577] they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Then think of the

[2579] passing a pub. Save it they can’t. Off the drunks perhaps. Put down

[2581] drabs. On the wholesale orders perhaps. Doing a double shuffle with the

[2582] town travellers. Square it you with the boss and we’ll split the job,

[2585] How much would that tot to off the porter in the month? Say ten barrels

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

[2593] polonies, black and white. Fifteen multiplied by. The figures whitened

[2594] in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. The shiny links,

[2595] packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the

[2598] A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He

[2599] stood by the nextdoor girl at the counter. Would she buy it too, calling

[2600] the items from a slip in her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. And a pound

[2603] No followers allowed. Strong pair of arms. Whacking a carpet on the

[2604] clothesline. She does whack it, by George. The way her crooked skirt

[2607] The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with

[2610] He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at

[2611] Kinnereth on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Can become ideal winter

[2613] it, blurred cattle cropping. He held the page from him: interesting:

[2614] read it nearer, the title, the blurred cropping cattle, the page

[2615] rustling. A young white heifer. Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the

[2616] beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the

[2617] breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm

[2619] their hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and

[2620] his will, his soft subject gaze at rest. The crooked skirt swinging,

[2623] The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up her prime

[2634] slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the

[2635] morning. Hurry up, damn it. Make hay while the sun shines. She stood

[2636] outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He

[2639] The sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast. For

[2641] them sizeable. Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I’m lost in the

[2646] His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.

[2648] on the rubber prickles. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid,

[2649] disc by disc, into the till.

[2668] irrigation. Every year you get a sending of the crop. Your name entered

[2669] for life as owner in the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the

[2674] He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered

[2677] the taste of them now. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates.

[2679] Mastiansky with the old cither. Pleasant evenings we had then. Molly

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

[2681] hand, lift it to the nostrils and smell the perfume. Like that, heavy,

[2682] sweet, wild perfume. Always the same, year after year. They fetched high

[2685] Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the Levant. Crates lined up on the quayside at

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

[2692] A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly. Grey. Far.

[2694] No, not like that. A barren land, bare waste. Vulcanic lake, the dead

[2695] sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth. No wind could lift those

[2697] raining down: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. All dead

[2698] names. A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the

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

[2700] naggin bottle by the neck. The oldest people. Wandered far away over

[2701] all the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born

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

[2707] Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he turned

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

[2715] the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near her

[2719] sandals, along the brightening footpath. Runs, she runs to meet me, a

[2720] girl with gold hair on the wind.

[2722] Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered

[2728] Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm

[2731] —Who are the letters for?

[2738] He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her

[2741] —Do you want the blind up?

[2743] Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her

[2744] glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow.

[2748] She was reading the card, propped on her elbow.

[2750] —She got the things, she said.

[2752] He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back

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

[2759] But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled

[2760] linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.

[2762] As he went down the kitchen stairs she called:

[2768] —Scald the teapot.

[2770] On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He scalded and

[2771] rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the

[2772] kettle then to let the water flow in. Having set it to draw he took off

[2773] the kettle, crushed the pan flat on the live coals and watched the lump

[2774] of butter slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed

[2776] won’t eat pork. Kosher. Here. He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to

[2777] her and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He

[2778] sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup.

[2780] Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over. Thanks:

[2784] The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby,

[2786] wait: four. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Putting pieces

[2787] of folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.

[2794] old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform. And

[2795] the little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought it into

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

[2799] He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the

[2800] teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on

[2802] upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.

[2804] Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on

[2805] the chair by the bedhead.

[2809] She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on

[2810] the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft

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

[2812] of her couched body rose on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the

[2815] A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the

[2816] act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread.

[2818] —Who was the letter from? he asked.

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

[2831] —Would you like the window open a little?

[2835] —What time is the funeral?

[2837] —Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn’t see the paper.

[2839] Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled

[2840] drawers from the bed. No? Then, a twisted grey garter looped round a

[2850] that right: voglio. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and

[2851] lifted the valance. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the

[2858] having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket, began to search the

[2859] text with the hairpin till she reached the word.

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

[2872] means the transmigration of souls.

[2876] He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young eyes.

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

[2878] smudged pages. Ruby: the Pride of the Ring. Hello. Illustration. Fierce

[2879] Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on the floor naked.

[2880] Sheet kindly lent. The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim

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

[2890] the first fellow all the time?

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

[2903] we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other

[2907] The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Better remind

[2908] her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An example?

[2910] The Bath of the Nymph over the bed. Given away with the Easter number of

[2913] for the frame. She said it would look nice over the bed. Naked nymphs:

[2914] Greece: and for instance all the people that lived then.

[2916] He turned the pages back.

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

[2922] Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her,

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

[2928] —The kidney! he cried suddenly.

[2930] He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes

[2931] against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping

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

[2933] shot up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of

[2934] the fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its

[2935] back. Only a little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and

[2936] let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it.

[2938] Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf.

[2939] He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a

[2940] forkful into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant

[2942] sopped one in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about

[2943] some young student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side,

[2944] reading it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the

[2949] Thanks ever so much for the lovely birthday present. It suits me

[2950] splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got

[2952] getting on swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me

[2954] and all the beef to the heels were in. We are going to lough Owel on

[2956] mummy and to yourself a big kiss and thanks. I hear them at the piano

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

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

[2972] Fifteen yesterday. Curious, fifteenth of the month too. Her first

[2973] birthday away from home. Separation. Remember the summer morning she

[2975] woman. Lot of babies she must have helped into the world. She knew from

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

[2979] His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. Excuse bad writing.

[2980] Hurry. Piano downstairs. Coming out of her shell. Row with her in the

[2981] XL Café about the bracelet. Wouldn’t eat her cakes or speak or look.

[2982] Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after

[2985] to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.

[2989] piece of goods. Her slim legs running up the staircase. Destiny.

[2992] He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. Day I caught

[2993] her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little.

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

[2996] loose in the wind with her hair.

[3002] jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says.

[3007] Milly too. Young kisses: the first. Far away now past. Mrs Marion.

[3008] Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling,

[3013] happen too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move

[3017] the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holiday, only two

[3021] The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the meatstained paper,

[3022] nosed at it and stalked to the door. She looked back at him, mewing.

[3024] Has the fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear

[3025] with her back to the fire too.

[3028] undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.

[3032] Heaviness: hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the

[3038] In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Titbits. He folded it under

[3039] his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft

[3040] bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.

[3046] He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to listen

[3047] towards the next garden. No sound. Perhaps hanging clothes out to dry.

[3048] The maid was in the garden. Fine morning.

[3050] He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall.

[3052] manure the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur.

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

[3055] dressing. Best of all though are the cattle, especially when they are

[3057] gloves. Dirty cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in

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

[3062] the peg. Or hanging up on the floor. Funny I don’t remember that.

[3063] Hallstand too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up the

[3067] in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they say. O’Brien.

[3072] He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. Better be careful not to get

[3073] these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went in, bowing his head

[3074] under the low lintel. Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy

[3076] peered through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his

[3079] Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over

[3082] Beaufoy, Playgoers’ Club, London. Payment at the rate of one guinea

[3083] a column has been made to the writer. Three and a half. Three pounds

[3086] Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but

[3087] resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he

[3094] certainly. Matcham often thinks of the masterstroke by which he won the

[3103] her nether lip, hooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9.15.

[3106] speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot.

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

[3110] the hours. Explain that: morning hours, noon, then evening coming on,

[3111] then night hours. Washing her teeth. That was the first night. Her head

[3114] humming then. Allude to it. Strange kind of music that last night. The

[3121] Still, true to life also. Day: then the night.

[3123] He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it.

[3125] back the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom

[3126] into the air.

[3128] In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his

[3129] black trousers: the ends, the knees, the houghs of the knees. What time

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

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

[3133] church. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron.

[3138] Quarter to. There again: the overtone following through the air. A

5. Lotus Eaters

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

[3152] office. Could have given that address too. And past the sailors’ home.

[3153] He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through

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

[3160] Townsend street, passed the frowning face of Bethel. El, yes: house of:

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

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

[3163] with his eyes shut. Corny. Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a

[3168] In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental

[3169] Tea Company and read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice blend,

[3174] morning. Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the

[3176] came down into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card

[3177] behind the headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket.

[3181] blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east. Lovely spot it

[3182] must be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves to float about on,

[3184] that. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the sun in dolce far niente, not

[3186] to quarrel. Influence of the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The

[3188] Waterlilies. Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on

[3189] roseleaves. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. Where was the chap

[3190] I saw in that picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his

[3192] so thick with salt. Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of

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

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

[3195] Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college

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

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

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

[3201] He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk with her

[3202] sausages? Like that something. As he walked he took the folded Freeman

[3206] it means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of

[3207] the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.

[3209] He handed the card through the brass grill.

[3213] While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting

[3214] poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of his

[3218] The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a

[3219] letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.

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

[3228] Redcoats. Too showy. That must be why the women go after them. Uniform.

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

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

[3236] He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if

[3238] felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.

[3240] the letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something

[3250] —How’s the body?

[3256] His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:

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

[3273] Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door

[3274] of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. She

[3275] stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her,

[3279] creature at the polo match. Women all for caste till you touch the spot.

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

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

[3289] his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the

[3297] Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with laces

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

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

[3321] the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace

[3323] the display of. Esprit de corps. Well, what are you gaping at?

[3327] —One of the best, M’Coy said.

[3329] The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich

[3330] gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her

[3331] hat in the sun: flicker, flick.

[3337] He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:

[3347] Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I’m off that, thanks.

[3352] the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the twentyfifth.

[3380] —Tell you what, M’Coy said. You might put down my name at the

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

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

[3394] Didn’t catch me napping that wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark.

[3397] his for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of

[3403] in the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can’t

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

[3411] Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured

[3417] the Adelphi in London waited all the afternoon to get in. Year before

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

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

[3420] always talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice

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

[3424] his father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of

[3425] his father and left the God of his father.

[3429] Poor papa! Poor man! I’m glad I didn’t go into the room to look at

[3433] Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the

[3437] He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing

[3438] teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet

[3443] haunches. Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they

[3446] He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he

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

[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.

[3459] with its forgotten pickeystone. Not a sinner. Near the timberyard a

[3460] squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a cunnythumb.

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

[3465] letter within the newspaper.

[3473] you did not like my last letter. Why did you enclose the stamps? I am

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

[3478] Please tell me what you think of poor me. I often think of the beautiful

[3493] He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell

[3496] walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and

[3500] perfume. Having read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it

[3503] Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder did she

[3504] wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good family like me,

[3505] respectable character. Could meet one Sunday after the rosary. Thank

[3511] Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.

[3512] Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:

[3513] pinned together. Queer the number of pins they always have. No roses

[3516] Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in the

[3517] Coombe, linked together in the rain.

[3519] O, Mairy lost the pin of her drawers.

[3530] the two sluts in the Coombe would listen.

[3535] strange customs. The other one, jar on her head, was getting the supper:

[3536] fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of a well, stonecold like the hole

[3537] in the wall at Ashtown. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to the

[3541] Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly

[3542] in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered

[3543] away, sank in the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank.

[3545] Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in the

[3547] cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. Shows you the money to be

[3548] made out of porter. Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change

[3555] What am I saying barrels? Gallons. About a million barrels all the same.

[3559] The bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing

[3560] together, winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy

[3563] He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the porch

[3564] he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again

[3565] behind the leather headband. Damn it. I might have tried to work M’Coy

[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

[3570] conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious. The

[3571] protestants are the same. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the true

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

[3574] them. Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy

[3576] of thorns and cross. Clever idea Saint Patrick the shamrock. Chopsticks?

[3578] didn’t work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of that

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

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

[3585] The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps,

[3586] pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the rere.

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

[3590] music. That woman at midnight mass. Seventh heaven. Women knelt in the

[3592] knelt at the altarrails. The priest went along by them, murmuring,

[3593] holding the thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a

[3595] neatly into her mouth. Her hat and head sank. Then the next one. Her hat

[3596] sank at once. Then the next one: a small old woman. The priest bent down

[3597] to put it into her mouth, murmuring all the time. Latin. The next one.

[3599] idea the Latin. Stupefies them first. Hospice for the dying. They

[3601] a corpse. Why the cannibals cotton to it.

[3603] He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle, one by

[3613] family party, same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I’m

[3616] cure, waters of oblivion, and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding.

[3618] faith. Safe in the arms of kingdom come. Lulls all pain. Wake this time

[3621] He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel an

[3622] instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace

[3623] affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn’t know

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

[3628] Meet one Sunday after the rosary. Do not deny my request. Turn up with

[3629] a veil and black bag. Dusk and the light behind her. She might be here

[3630] with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on the

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

[3632] invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion

[3635] at home. And plotting that murder all the time. Those crawthumpers, now

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

[3639] envelope? Yes: under the bridge.

[3641] The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs

[3645] (aromatic). Doesn’t give them any of it: shew wine: only the other.

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

[3650] Mr Bloom looked back towards the choir. Not going to be any music. Pity.

[3651] Who has the organ here I wonder? Old Glynn he knew how to make that

[3652] instrument talk, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say he had in

[3653] Gardiner street. Molly was in fine voice that day, the Stabat Mater

[3657] against that corner. I could feel the thrill in the air, the full, the

[3673] He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about and

[3674] bless all the people. All crossed themselves and stood up. Mr Bloom

[3675] glanced about him and then stood up, looking over the risen hats. Stand

[3676] up at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on their knees again

[3677] and he sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the

[3678] altar, holding the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered

[3679] each other in Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a

[3684] Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw them

[3685] the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass? Glorious

[3696] army blatant imitation. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting.

[3697] How I found the Lord. Squareheaded chaps those must be in Rome: they

[3698] work the whole show. And don’t they rake in the money too? Bequests

[3699] also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.

[3700] Masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors.

[3701] Monasteries and convents. The priest in that Fermanagh will case in the

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

[3704] church: they mapped out the whole theology of it.

[3706] The priest prayed:

[3708] —Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be

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

[3710] restrain him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly

[3711] host, by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those

[3712] other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.

[3714] The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off. All over. The women

[3717] Better be shoving along. Brother Buzz. Come around with the plate

[3720] He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all the

[3723] Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you don’t. Why didn’t you tell

[3725] south. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through

[3726] the main door into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by the cold

[3728] dipped furtive hands in the low tide of holy water. Trams: a car of

[3730] mourning myself. He covered himself. How goes the time? Quarter past.

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

[3734] in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard near there. Visit some

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

[3740] last? Wait. I changed a sovereign I remember. First of the month it must

[3741] have been or the second. O, he can look it up in the prescriptions book.

[3743] The chemist turned back page after page. Sandy shrivelled smell he seems

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

[3745] The alchemists. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then.

[3747] Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his

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

[3750] ought to physic himself a bit. Electuary or emulsion. The first fellow

[3754] Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. Clogs the pores or the

[3755] phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy where you least expect it. Clever

[3762] He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the

[3773] Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at me, the sheet up to

[3774] her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in my

[3775] cuffs. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the

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

[3781] soaps have. Pure curd soap. Time to get a bath round the corner. Hammam.

[3783] girl did it. Also I think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath. Curious longing

[3785] massage. Feel fresh then all the day. Funeral be rather glum.

[3787] —Yes, sir, the chemist said. That was two and nine. Have you brought a

[3790] —No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I’ll call later in the day

[3799] —Yes, sir, the chemist said. You can pay all together, sir, when you

[3804] He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit, the

[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

[3816] wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears’

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

[3822] He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.

[3824] the paper and get shut of him.

[3828] —Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum the

[3840] Bantam Lyons doubted an instant, leering: then thrust the outspread

[3847] Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap

[3854] He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you of a

[3855] mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He

[3856] eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled

[3858] like a wheel. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and the hub big:

[3859] college. Something to catch the eye.

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

[3862] on hands: might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr

[3867] here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the

[3869] their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M’Carthy took the

[3870] floor. Heatwave. Won’t last. Always passing, the stream of life, which

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

[3873] Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid

[3879] lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of

[3880] his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of

6. Hades

[3890] Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking

[3904] Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to

[3906] through the armstrap and looked seriously from the open carriagewindow

[3907] at the lowered blinds of the avenue. One dragged aside: an old woman

[3908] peeping. Nose whiteflattened against the pane. Thanking her stars she

[3909] was passed over. Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse. Glad

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

[3914] will touch you dead. Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and

[3915] the hair. Keep a bit in an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean

[3918] All waited. Nothing was said. Stowing in the wreaths probably. I am

[3924] swaying. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. The blinds of

[3925] the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. At

[3929] passing along the tramtracks. Tritonville road. Quicker. The wheels

[3930] rattled rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook

[3931] rattling in the doorframes.

[3943] passers. Respect. The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the

[3955] The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway

[3956] before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and, swerving back

[3957] to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels. Mr Dedalus

[3964] —Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, the Goulding

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

[3966] of dung, the wise child that knows her own father.

[3968] Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Wallace Bros: the

[3971] Richie Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding, Collis and Ward he calls

[3972] the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was. Waltzing

[3973] in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday morning, the

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

[3981] stinks all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother

[3986] He cried above the clatter of the wheels:

[3995] on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the

[3998] morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs

[3999] at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up.

[4000] She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a

[4003] Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside her.

[4016] The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.

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

[4031] All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless

[4032] leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward

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

[4046] —Did Tom Kernan turn up? Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak of

[4053] —At the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said.

[4058] The carriage halted short.

[4066] Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.

[4068] —The grand canal, he said.

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

[4080] spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a colander.

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

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

[4090] Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a

[4091] mute curse at the sky.

[4097] The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed

[4098] gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.

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

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

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

[4117] —In the paper this morning.

[4119] Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must change

[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,

[4127] Sexton, Urbright. Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking

[4128] paper. Thanks to the Little Flower. Sadly missed. To the inexpressible

[4133] To his home up above in the sky

[4136] I tore up the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it

[4137] in the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry

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

[4141] Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other

[4142] trotting round with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there. The jarvies

[4147] something automatic so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that

[4149] job making the new invention?

[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

[4158] I said I. Or the Lily of Killarney? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big

[4159] powerful change. Wet bright bills for next week. Fun on the Bristol.

[4160] Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a

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

[4178] Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the

[4181] Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right

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

[4187] that? I suppose the skin can’t contract quickly enough when the flesh

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

[4189] Hips. Plump. Night of the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks

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

[4204] —Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the

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

[4206] chief towns. What you lose on one you can make up on the other.

[4213] topnobbers. J. C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in

[4220] Must be his deathday. For many happy returns. The carriage wheeling by

[4223] Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his

[4228] Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume street.

[4236] the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. Mi trema un poco il.

[4241] the ears. Madame: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way. Only

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

[4243] he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it told me,

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

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

[4253] —Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.

[4255] A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a stick, stumping round the corner

[4261] Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:

[4263] —The devil break the hasp of your back!

[4265] Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as the

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

[4278] and the son.

[4280] —About the boatman? Mr Power asked.

[4286] —There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined

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

[4292] —Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he

[4299] —No, Mr Bloom said, the son himself.....

[4303] —Reuben J and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on

[4304] their way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got

[4305] loose and over the wall with him into the Liffey.

[4310] fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the

[4311] father on the quay more dead than alive. Half the town was there.

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

[4315] —And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said, gave the boatman a florin for

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

[4339] —The Lord forgive me! Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his

[4352] Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent

[4355] Mr Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.

[4359] —The best death, Mr Bloom said.

[4367] Dead side of the street this. Dull business by day, land agents,

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

[4370] or wind. At night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the

[4373] White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the Rotunda corner,

[4375] coach. Unmarried. Black for the married. Piebald for bachelors. Dun for

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

[4384] not from the man. Better luck next time.

[4388] The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. Rattle his

[4389] bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.

[4391] —In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said.

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

[4398] —The greatest disgrace to have in the family, Mr Power added.

[4411] a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn’t broken

[4412] already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Found in the riverbed

[4414] of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the

[4415] furniture on him every Saturday almost. Leading him the life of the

[4416] damned. Wear the heart out of a stone, that. Monday morning. Start

[4417] afresh. Shoulder to the wheel. Lord, she must have looked a sight

[4418] that night Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and

[4421] And they call me the jewel of Asia,

[4423] The geisha.

[4426] That afternoon of the inquest. The redlabelled bottle on the table. The

[4427] room in the hotel with hunting pictures. Stuffy it was. Sunlight through

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

[4430] yellow streaks on his face. Had slipped down to the foot of the bed.

[4431] Verdict: overdose. Death by misadventure. The letter. For my son

[4436] The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington street. Over the stones.

[4438] —We are going the pace, I think, Martin Cunningham said.

[4440] —God grant he doesn’t upset us on the road, Mr Power said.

[4443] tomorrow in Germany. The Gordon Bennett.

[4447] As they turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent

[4448] over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. Has anybody

[4450] as bad as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette! The Mater

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

[4454] terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the

[4455] spoon. Then the screen round her bed for her to die. Nice young student

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

[4457] lying-in hospital they told me. From one extreme to the other.

[4459] The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped.

[4463] A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing, slouching

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

[4475] England. They buy up all the juicy ones. And then the fifth quarter

[4477] year. Dead meat trade. Byproducts of the slaughterhouses for tanneries,

[4479] the train at Clonsilla.

[4481] The carriage moved on through the drove.

[4483] —I can’t make out why the corporation doesn’t run a tramline from

[4484] the parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. All those animals could be

[4485] taken in trucks down to the boats.

[4487] —Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said.

[4491] municipal funeral trams like they have in Milan, you know. Run the line

[4492] out to the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage

[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

[4510] fell about the road. Terrible!

[4516] Bom! Upset. A coffin bumped out on to the road. Burst open. Paddy Dignam

[4517] shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too large

[4519] Quite right to close it. Looks horrid open. Then the insides decompose

[4520] quickly. Much better to close up all the orifices. Yes, also. With wax.

[4521] The sphincter loose. Seal up all.

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

[4526] pause by the wayside. Tiptop position for a pub. Expect we’ll pull up

[4527] here on the way back to drink his health. Pass round the consolation.

[4531] the knocking about? He would and he wouldn’t, I suppose. Depends on

[4532] where. The circulation stops. Still some might ooze out of an artery. It

[4536] by, coming from the cemetery: looks relieved.

[4538] Crossguns bridge: the royal canal.

[4540] Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his

[4541] dropping barge, between clamps of turf. On the towpath by the lock a

[4542] slacktethered horse. Aboard of the Bugabu.

[4544] Their eyes watched him. On the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his

[4547] Moyvalley, I could make a walking tour to see Milly by the canal. Or

[4548] cycle down. Hire some old crock, safety. Wren had one the other day at

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

[4550] hobby to row me o’er the ferry. Cheaper transit. By easy stages.

[4553] down lock by lock to Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He

[4566] The carriage steered left for Finglas road.

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

[4571] appealing. The best obtainable. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and

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

[4577] sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown

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

[4589] —The crown had no evidence, Mr Power said.

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

[4592] the law. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent

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

[4599] consisted of. How she met her death. Recent outrage. The weapon used.

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

[4607] The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dark poplars,

[4608] rare white forms. Forms more frequent, white shapes thronged amid the

[4610] gestures on the air.

[4612] The felly harshed against the curbstone: stopped. Martin Cunningham put

[4613] out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door open with

[4617] swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief

[4618] pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his

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

[4623] Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and

[4624] fruit. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the dead.

[4628] walking after them. Corny Kelleher stood by the opened hearse and took

[4629] out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.

[4634] dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a

[4635] granite block. The waggoner marching at their head saluted.

[4641] Jerome for the protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every

[4642] minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands

[4643] every hour. Too many in the world.

[4645] Mourners came out through the gates: woman and a girl. Leanjawed harpy,

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

[4650] The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So

[4652] the stiff: then the friends of the stiff. Corny Kelleher and the

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

[4664] —His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham whispered. Had the

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

[4675] —I believe so, Mr Kernan answered. But the policy was heavily

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

[4680] —Five. Ned Lambert says he’ll try to get one of the girls into

[4685] —A great blow to the poor wife, Mr Kernan added.

[4689] Has the laugh at him now.

[4691] He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had

[4693] outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the

[4696] knows after. Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on

[4698] in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of

[4699] hearts. All for a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the

[4700] substance. Something new to hope for not like the past she wanted back,

[4701] waiting. It never comes. One must go first: alone, under the ground: and

[4709] —I was down there for the Cork park races on Easter Monday, Ned

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

[4716] —By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?

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

[4720] the insurance is cleared up.

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

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

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

[4734] They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel. Mr Bloom stood behind

[4735] the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and at the

[4737] when the father? Both unconscious. Lighten up at the last moment

[4738] and recognise for the last time. All he might have done. I owe three

[4739] shillings to O’Grady. Would he understand? The mutes bore the coffin

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

[4742] After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened

[4743] light. The coffin lay on its bier before the chancel, four tall yellow

[4745] wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the boy to kneel. The mourners

[4746] knelt here and there in prayingdesks. Mr Bloom stood behind near the

[4752] door. The whitesmocked priest came after him, tidying his stole with one

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

[4754] Who’ll read the book? I, said the rook.

[4756] They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book

[4760] about the muzzle he looks. Bosses the show. Muscular christian. Woe

[4769] Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on the altarlist. Chilly

[4770] place this. Want to feed well, sitting in there all the morning in the

[4771] gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please. Eyes of a toad too.

[4773] the place maybe. Looks full up of bad gas. Must be an infernal lot

[4774] of bad gas round the place. Butchers, for instance: they get like raw

[4775] beefsteaks. Who was telling me? Mervyn Browne. Down in the vaults of

[4777] a hole in the coffins sometimes to let out the bad gas and burn it. Out

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

[4783] bucket and shook it over the coffin. Then he walked to the other end and

[4784] shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in the bucket. As you

[4789] The server piped the answers in the treble. I often thought it would be

[4794] up with that job, shaking that thing over all the corpses they trot up.

[4798] with little sparrows’ breasts. All the year round he prayed the same

[4807] The priest closed his book and went off, followed by the server. Corny

[4808] Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, hoisted the

[4810] gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother-in-law. All followed

[4811] them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air. Mr Bloom came last

[4812] folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the ground

[4813] till the coffincart wheeled off to the left. The metal wheels ground the

[4814] gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots followed the

[4817] The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn’t lilt here.

[4819] —The O’Connell circle, Mr Dedalus said about him.

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

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

[4838] Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to

[4845] —The others are putting on their hats, Mr Kernan said. I suppose we

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

[4850] —The reverend gentleman read the service too quickly, don’t you

[4853] Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the quick bloodshot eyes. Secret

[4855] are the last. In the same boat. Hope he’ll say something else.

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

[4862] Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. The language of course was another thing.

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

[4871] Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two

[4872] with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections.

[4876] the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are

[4878] forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day!

[4879] Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the

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

[4909] He looked behind through the others.

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

[4926] The barrow turned into a side lane. A portly man, ambushed among the

[4927] grasses, raised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their caps.

[4935] —My dear Simon, the caretaker answered in a low voice. I don’t want

[4941] —Did you hear that one, he asked them, about Mulcahy from the Coombe?

[4945] They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The

[4946] caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke

[4949] —They tell the story, he said, that two drunks came out here one foggy

[4950] evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for

[4951] Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After

[4952] traipsing about in the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the

[4953] drunks spelt out the name: Terence Mulcahy. The other drunk was blinking

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

[4956] The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He

[4959] —And, after blinking up at the sacred figure, Not a bloody bit like

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

[4963] the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he walked.

[4971] goodheartedness: damn the thing else.

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

[4976] checks. Habeas corpus. I must see about that ad after the funeral. Did I

[4977] write Ballsbridge on the envelope I took to cover when she disturbed me

[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

[4980] when the hairs come out grey. And temper getting cross. Silver threads

[4981] among the grey. Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to

[4982] propose to any girl. Come out and live in the graveyard. Dangle that

[4984] hovering here with all the dead stretched about. The shadows of the

[4987] catholic all the same like a big giant in the dark. Will o’ the wisp.

[4991] night. The clock was on the stroke of twelve. Still they’d kiss all

[4994] Love among the tombstones. Romeo. Spice of pleasure. In the midst of

[4995] death we are in life. Both ends meet. Tantalising for the poor dead.

[4996] Smell of grilled beefsteaks to the starving. Gnawing their vitals.

[4997] Desire to grig people. Molly wanting to do it at the window. Eight

[5004] honeycombed the ground must be: oblong cells. And very neat he keeps it

[5007] giant poppies growing produce the best opium Mastiansky told me. The

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

[5009] the earth gives new life. Same idea those jews they said killed

[5010] the christian boy. Every man his price. Well preserved fat corpse,

[5015] I daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpsemanure, bones, flesh,

[5017] quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy

[5019] them. Then dried up. Deathmoths. Of course the cells or whatever they

[5026] power seeing all the others go under first. Wonder how he looks at life.

[5027] Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his heart. The one about

[5028] the bulletin. Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning. 11 p.m.

[5029] (closing time). Not arrived yet. Peter. The dead themselves the men

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

[5032] Keep out the damp. You must laugh sometimes so better do it that way.

[5033] Gravediggers in Hamlet. Shows the profound knowledge of the human heart.

[5034] Daren’t joke about the dead for two years at least. De mortuis nil

[5039] —How many have you for tomorrow? the caretaker asked.

[5043] The caretaker put the papers in his pocket. The barrow had ceased to

[5044] trundle. The mourners split and moved to each side of the hole, stepping

[5045] with care round the graves. The gravediggers bore the coffin and set its

[5046] nose on the brink, looping the bands round it.

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

[5055] First thing strikes anybody. Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true

[5061] Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of

[5066] the holy land. Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one

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

[5069] catacombs, mummies the same idea.

[5071] Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared heads.

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

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

[5078] once. Used to change three suits in the day. Must get that grey suit of

[5082] The coffin dived out of sight, eased down by the men straddled on the

[5092] Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper. Whisper. The

[5093] boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in

[5094] the black open space. Mr Bloom moved behind the portly kindly caretaker.

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

[5098] someone else. Try the house opposite. Wait, I wanted to. I haven’t

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

[5103] are the soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off

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

[5109] follow: dropping into a hole, one after the other.

[5111] We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you’re well and

[5112] not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the

[5115] Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself? They say you do when

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

[5117] Near you. Mine over there towards Finglas, the plot I bought. Mamma,

[5120] The gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay in

[5121] on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all

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

[5124] some law to pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or

[5125] a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of

[5129] The clay fell softer. Begin to be forgotten. Out of sight, out of mind.

[5131] The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had enough of

[5132] it. The mourners took heart of grace, one by one, covering themselves

[5133] without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly figure make its

[5134] way deftly through the maze of graves. Quietly, sure of his ground, he

[5135] traversed the dismal fields.

[5137] Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he

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

[5146] —Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the Freeman once.

[5148] So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne. Good

[5150] He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few ads.

[5155] —And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was

[5156] over there in the...

[5170] all the. Has anybody here seen? Kay ee double ell. Become invisible.

[5179] Clay, brown, damp, began to be seen in the hole. It rose. Nearly over.

[5180] A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and the gravediggers rested their

[5181] spades. All uncovered again for a few instants. The boy propped

[5182] his wreath against a corner: the brother-in-law his on a lump. The

[5184] the barrow. Then knocked the blades lightly on the turf: clean. One bent

[5185] to pluck from the haft a long tuft of grass. One, leaving his mates,

[5187] Silently at the gravehead another coiled the coffinband. His navelcord.

[5188] The brother-in-law, turning away, placed something in his free hand.

[5192] The mourners moved away slowly without aim, by devious paths, staying at

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

[5199] They turned to the right, following their slow thoughts. With awe Mr

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

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

[5213] charity for the living. Pray for the repose of the soul of. Does anybody

[5216] be at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of

[5219] did it of their own accord. Got the shove, all of them. Who kicked the

[5221] wheelwright. I travelled for cork lino. I paid five shillings in the

[5224] Wordsworth or Thomas Campbell. Entered into rest the protestants put

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

[5227] painted. Ideal spot to have a quiet smoke and read the Church Times.

[5229] garlands of bronzefoil. Better value that for the money. Still, the

[5230] flowers are more poetical. The other gets rather tiresome, never

[5233] A bird sat tamely perched on a poplar branch. Like stuffed. Like the

[5236] Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the kitchen matchbox, a

[5237] daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the grave.

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

[5242] infliction? Would birds come then and peck like the boy with the basket

[5243] of fruit but he said no because they ought to have been afraid of the

[5249] Besides how could you remember everybody? Eyes, walk, voice. Well, the

[5251] the house. After dinner on a Sunday. Put on poor old greatgrandfather.

[5253] hellohello amawf krpthsth. Remind you of the voice like the photograph

[5254] reminds you of the face. Otherwise you couldn’t remember the face

[5263] An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the crypt, moving the

[5264] pebbles. An old stager: greatgrandfather: he knows the ropes. The grey

[5265] alive crushed itself in under the plinth, wriggled itself in under it.

[5268] Who lives there? Are laid the remains of Robert Emery. Robert Emmet was

[5273] One of those chaps would make short work of a fellow. Pick the bones

[5276] Voyages in China that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse.

[5277] Cremation better. Priests dead against it. Devilling for the other firm.

[5278] Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Time of the plague. Quicklime

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

[5282] a flash. But being brought back to life no. Can’t bury in the air

[5283] however. Out of a flying machine. Wonder does the news go about whenever

[5287] the smell of it. Saltwhite crumbling mush of corpse: smell, taste like

[5290] The gates glimmered in front: still open. Back to the world again.

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

[5293] And even scraping up the earth at night with a lantern like that case

[5295] gravesores. Give you the creeps after a bit. I will appear to you after

[5308] cigars, the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. Yes, Menton. Got his

[5309] rag out that evening on the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him.

[5310] Pure fluke of mine: the bias. Why he took such a rooted dislike to me.

[5311] Hate at first sight. Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the lilactree,

[5314] Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.

[5326] John Henry Menton took off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed

[5327] the nap with care on his coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head

[5336] They walked on towards the gates. Mr Bloom, chapfallen, drew behind

[5337] a few paces so as not to overhear. Martin laying down the law. Martin

[5342] Get the pull over him that way.

7. Aeolus

[5353] IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS

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

[5366] moved from their railheads, swerved to the down line, glided parallel.

[5370] THE WEARER OF THE CROWN

[5372] Under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and

[5374] mailcars, bearing on their sides the royal initials, E. R., received

[5378] GENTLEMEN OF THE PRESS

[5381] and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped

[5388] the Telegraph office.

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

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

[5397] —I’ll go through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said, taking the cut

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

[5413] Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a

[5414] stately figure entered between the newsboards of the Weekly Freeman

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

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

[5417] steered by an umbrella, a solemn beardframed face. The broadcloth back

[5418] ascended each step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neck,

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

[5425] one door opposite another for the wind to. Way in. Way out.

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

[5428] Steered by an umbrella sword to the footlights: Mario the tenor.

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

[5440] THE CROZIER AND THE PEN

[5444] They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. Neck.

[5446] A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the counter and

[5455] A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he passed

[5456] in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage,

[5457] along the now reverberating boards. But will he save the circulation?

[5460] He pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn

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

[5467] Hynes here too: account of the funeral probably. Thumping. Thump. This

[5468] morning the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. Machines. Smash a man

[5469] to atoms if they got him caught. Rule the world today. His machineries

[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

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

[5482] year one thousand and. Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis,

[5488] part. Learn a lot teaching others. The personal note. M. A. P. Mainly

[5491] heartily at each other. Cuprani too, printer. More Irish than the Irish.

[5493] The machines clanked in threefour time. Thump, thump, thump. Now if he

[5495] and on the same, print it over and over and up and back. Monkeydoodle

[5496] the whole thing. Want a cool head.

[5498] —Well, get it into the evening edition, councillor, Hynes said.

[5502] The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the sheet

[5503] and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over the

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

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

[5523] WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK

[5530] Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.

[5534] The foreman moved his pencil towards it.

[5537] wants two keys at the top.

[5542] The foreman turned round to hear patiently and, lifting an elbow, began

[5543] to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.

[5545] —Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top.

[5549] Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the cross he had made, saw the

[5551] the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Clank it. Clank

[5555] Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew

[5556] swiftly on the scarred woodwork.

[5560] —Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name.

[5565] —You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the

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

[5569] The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched

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

[5573] the Manx parliament. Innuendo of home rule. Tourists, you know, from the

[5574] isle of Man. Catches the eye, you see. Can you do that?

[5579] —We can do that, the foreman said. Have you the design?

[5583] and just a little par calling attention. You know the usual. Highclass

[5586] The foreman thought for an instant.

[5591] silently. Mr Bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching

[5592] the silent typesetters at their cases.

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

[5599] harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear

[5601] account of the symmetry.

[5607] Sllt. The nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forward its

[5608] flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers. Sllt. Almost

[5609] human the way it sllt to call attention. Doing its level best to speak.

[5615] The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying:

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

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

[5622] —Monks, sir? a voice asked from the castingbox.

[5630] —Then I’ll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you’ll give

[5639] Tourists over for the show.

[5643] He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled,

[5644] aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must have put

[5646] divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now. Sober

[5647] serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I’d say. Wife a good cook

[5648] and washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Jane, no

[5651] AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER

[5657] All that long business about that brought us out of the land of Egypt

[5658] and into the house of bondage alleluia. Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu. No,

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

[5660] the lamb and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the

[5661] butcher. And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the

[5662] ox and the dog kills the cat. Sounds a bit silly till you come to look

[5667] Mr Bloom passed on out of the clanking noises through the gallery on to

[5668] the landing. Now am I going to tram it out all the way and then catch

[5674] He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over those

[5679] He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ah, the soap

[5681] he took out the soap and stowed it away, buttoned, into the hip pocket

[5687] A sudden screech of laughter came from the Evening Telegraph office.

[5693] ERIN, GREEN GEM OF THE SILVER SEA

[5695] —The ghost walks, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to

[5696] the dusty windowpane.

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

[5703] Ned Lambert, seated on the table, read on:

[5705] —Or again, note the meanderings of some purling rill as it babbles on

[5706] its way, tho’ quarrelling with the stony obstacles, to the tumbling

[5708] gentlest zephyrs, played on by the glorious sunlight or ’neath the

[5709] shadows cast o’er its pensive bosom by the overarching leafage of the

[5710] giants of the forest. What about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe

[5715] Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his knees, repeating:

[5717] —The pensive bosom and the overarsing leafage. O boys! O boys!

[5720] the fireplace and to the window, and Marathon looked on the sea.

[5722] —That will do, professor MacHugh cried from the window. I don’t want

[5723] to hear any more of the stuff.

[5725] He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and,

[5726] hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.

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

[5733] himself. Johnny, make room for your uncle. The right honourable Hedges

[5744] SHORT BUT TO THE POINT

[5748] —Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With

[5749] an accent on the whose.

[5759] The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was

[5782] Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap.

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

[5786] —Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.

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

[5796] J. J. O’Molloy strolled to the sloping desk and began to turn back the

[5797] pink pages of the file.

[5800] honour. Reaping the whirlwind. Used to get good retainers from D. and T.

[5801] Fitzgerald. Their wigs to show the grey matter. Brains on their sleeve

[5802] like the statue in Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for the

[5804] the Independent. Funny the way those newspaper men veer about when

[5805] they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same

[5807] the next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows

[5808] over. Hail fellow well met the next moment.

[5811] we but climb the serried mountain peaks...

[5813] —Bombast! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated

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

[5825] luscious pastureland of vernal green, steeped in the transcendent

[5830] —The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.

[5832] —That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of

[5833] the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence...

[5841] Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight. An

[5850] cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn’t he? Why they

[5852] to that chap in the inland revenue office with the motor. Hooked that

[5854] that. Get a grip of them by the stomach.

[5856] The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face, crested

[5857] by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. The bold blue eyes stared

[5858] about them and the harsh voice asked:

[5862] —And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said

[5865] —Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in

[5871] —Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass.

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

[5882] —North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We

[5888] —In Ohio! the editor shouted.

[5896] —Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet

[5899] —A perfect cretic! the professor said. Long, short and long.

[5909] Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door.

[5917] to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.

[5922] —Good day, Myles, J. J. O’Molloy said, letting the pages he held

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

[5925] The telephone whirred inside.

[5929] SPOT THE WINNER

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

[5933] —Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O.

[5936] He tossed the tissues on to the table.

[5938] Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door was

[5943] Professor MacHugh strode across the room and seized the cringing urchin

[5944] by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the

[5945] steps. The tissues rustled up in the draught, floated softly in the air

[5946] blue scrawls and under the table came to earth.

[5948] —It wasn’t me, sir. It was the big fellow shoved me, sir.

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

[5953] Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor, grunting as he

[5956] —Waiting for the racing special, sir, the newsboy said. It was Pat

[5959] He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.

[5965] He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.

[5967] J. J. O’Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking:

[5971] —Yes, Evening Telegraph here, Mr Bloom phoned from the inner office.

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

[5977] The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and bumped

[5978] against Lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue.

[5990] —The accumulation of the anno Domini.

[5994] He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J. J. O’Molloy

[5995] slapped the heavy pages over. The noise of two shrill voices, a

[5996] mouthorgan, echoed in the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on the

[5999] —We are the boys of Wexford

[6007] He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who,

[6008] leaning against the mantelshelf, had propped his head on his hand,

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

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

[6018] —He’ll get that advertisement, the professor said, staring through

[6019] his blackrimmed spectacles over the crossblind. Look at the young scamps

[6022] —Show. Where? Lenehan cried, running to the window.

[6026] Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr

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

[6030] —Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, Lenehan said,

[6031] and you’ll kick. O, my rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the

[6034] He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding feet

[6035] past the fireplace to J. J. O’Molloy who placed the tissues in his

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

[6041] —Who? the professor said, turning. They’re gone round to the Oval

[6046] He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his

[6047] jacket, jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the

[6048] air and against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.

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

[6056] THE CALUMET OF PEACE

[6058] He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan

[6064] The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow. He

[6069] The professor grinned, locking his long lips.

[6073] He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him

[6079] British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire.

[6081] Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling.

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

[6084] fire. We haven’t got the chance of a snowball in hell.

[6086] THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME

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

[6096] meet to be here. Let us build an altar to Jehovah. The Roman, like the

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

[6104] to the running stream.

[6112] asked. It was at the royal university dinner. Everything was going

[6118] the hallway. Stephen Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered.

[6125] —How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your

[6135] Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and

[6138] —Who? the editor asked.

[6144] —That old pelters, the editor said. Who tore it? Was he short taken?

[6150] —Good day, Stephen, the professor said, coming to peer over their

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

[6160] —O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The

[6161] bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth

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

[6163] face in the Star and Garter. Oho!

[6165] A woman brought sin into the world. For Helen, the runaway wife of

[6166] Menelaus, ten years the Greeks. O’Rourke, prince of Breffni.

[6170] —Ay, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, his eye running down the

[6172] the ramparts of Vienna. Don’t you forget! Maximilian Karl O’Donnell,

[6173] graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king

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

[6189] —We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for

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

[6191] loyal to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin

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

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

[6194] the spirituality? Lord Jesus? Lord Salisbury? A sofa in a westend club.

[6195] But the Greek!

[6202] —The Greek! he said again. Kyrios! Shining word! The vowels the Semite

[6203] and the Saxon know not. Kyrie! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to

[6204] profess Greek, the language of the mind. Kyrie eleison! The closetmaker

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

[6206] subjects of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar

[6207] and of the empire of the spirit, not an imperium, that went under with

[6208] the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Yes, yes. They went under. Pyrrhus,

[6209] misled by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of

[6212] He strode away from them towards the window.

[6218] in the latter half of the matinée. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!

[6228] I can’t see the Joe Miller. Can you?

[6231] Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.

[6233] —That’ll be all right, he said. I’ll read the rest after.

[6244] —The Rose of Castile. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!

[6246] He poked Mr O’Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O’Madden Burke

[6251] Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling

[6254] The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across

[6259] —Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J. O’Molloy said in

[6260] quiet mockery. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between

[6261] you? You look as though you had done the deed. General Bobrikoff.

[6267] —All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Law, the classics...

[6269] —The turf, Lenehan put in.

[6271] —Literature, the press.

[6273] —If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle art of

[6276] —And Madam Bloom, Mr O’Madden Burke added. The vocal muse.

[6282] cold in the park. The gate was open.

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

[6289] in it. You can do it. I see it in your face. In the lexicon of youth...

[6293] —Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective.

[6294] Great nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the

[6300] Stephen raised his eyes to the bold unheeding stare.

[6302] —He wants you for the pressgang, J. J. O’Molloy said.

[6304] THE GREAT GALLAHER

[6308] used to say when he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the

[6310] know how he made his mark? I’ll tell you. That was the smartest piece

[6312] the invincibles, murder in the Phoenix park, before you were born, I

[6315] He pushed past them to the files.

[6317] —Look at here, he said turning. The New York World cabled for a

[6322] —New York World, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw

[6324] the rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole route, see?

[6326] —Skin-the-Goat, Mr O’Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that

[6333] the corporation. A night watchman.

[6341] the stones, see they don’t run away. Look at here. What did Ignatius

[6345] He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.

[6350] The telephone whirred.

[6354] —I’ll answer it, the professor said, going.

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

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

[6374] The professor came to the inner door.

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

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

[6385] —Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody

[6390] —I saw it, the editor said proudly. I was present. Dick Adams, the

[6391] besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and

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

[6400] an advertisement. Gregor Grey made the design for it. That gave him the

[6401] leg up. Then Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the Star.

[6405] —The father of scare journalism, Lenehan confirmed, and the

[6411] —Where do you find a pressman like that now, eh? the editor cried.

[6413] He flung the pages down.

[6419] Professor MacHugh came from the inner office.

[6421] —Talking about the invincibles, he said, did you see that some hawkers

[6422] were up before the recorder...

[6425] through the park to see all the trees that were blown down by that

[6428] Skin-the-Goat. Right outside the viceregal lodge, imagine!

[6430] —They’re only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said.

[6431] Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like those

[6433] Eh? Ah, bloody nonsense. Psha! Only in the halfpenny place.

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

[6443] some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth. Rhymes: two men dressed the same,

[6444] looking the same, two by two.

[6452] But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth

[6457] SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY...

[6459] J. J. O’Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.

[6463] the third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away

[6466] Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery

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

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

[6474] —Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his

[6480] —Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it

[6483] —He would have been on the bench long ago, the professor said, only

[6488] —One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in

[6489] my life fell from the lips of Seymour Bushe. It was in that case of

[6490] fratricide, the Childs murder case. Bushe defended him.

[6492] And in the porches of mine ear did pour.

[6494] By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the other

[6497] —What was that? the professor asked.

[6501] —He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O’Molloy said, of Roman

[6502] justice as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the lex talionis.

[6503] And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the vatican.

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

[6524] terrible, of the human form divine, that eternal symbol of wisdom and

[6525] of prophecy which, if aught that the imagination or the hand of sculptor

[6533] —The divine afflatus, Mr O’Madden Burke said.

[6538] took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O’Molloy offered his case to

[6547] said to Stephen. What do you think really of that hermetic crowd, the

[6548] opal hush poets: A. E. the mastermystic? That Blavatsky woman started

[6550] interviewer that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to

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

[6558] —No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, waving the cigarettecase aside.

[6559] Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I

[6560] ever heard was a speech made by John F Taylor at the college historical

[6561] society. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had

[6562] spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days),

[6563] advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.

[6567] —You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his

[6571] on the Trinity college estates commission.

[6576] —It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished

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

[6579] contumely upon the new movement. It was then a new movement. We were

[6584] ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to a new

[6593] shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy

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

[6606] Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet.

[6611] listening to the remarks addressed to the youth of Ireland a moment

[6614] this age, that I stood in ancient Egypt and that I was listening to the

[6615] speech of some highpriest of that land addressed to the youthful Moses.

[6622] —And it seemed to me that I heard the voice of that Egyptian

[6626] FROM THE FATHERS

[6636] furrow the waters of the known globe. You have but emerged from

[6644] By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man supple

[6648] mysterious, are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of Horus and Ammon Ra.

[6649] Yours serfdom, awe and humbleness: ours thunder and the seas. Israel

[6651] arms. Vagrants and daylabourers are you called: the world trembles at

[6657] —But, ladies and gentlemen, had the youthful Moses listened to and

[6660] brought the chosen people out of their house of bondage, nor followed

[6661] the pillar of the cloud by day. He would never have spoken with the

[6663] with the light of inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in

[6664] his arms the tables of the law, graven in the language of the outlaw.

[6672] —And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.

[6675] —A—sudden—at—the—moment—though—from—lingering—illness—often—previously—expectorated—demise,

[6678] The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and pattering

[6679] up the staircase.

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

[6683] Gone with the wind. Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. Miles of

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

[6690] —Gentlemen, Stephen said. As the next motion on the agenda paper may I

[6691] suggest that the house do now adjourn?

[6694] Mr O’Madden Burke asked. ’Tis the hour, methinks, when the winejug,

[6698] say ay, Lenehan announced. The contrary no. I declare it carried. To

[6701] He led the way, admonishing:

[6711] —Chip of the old block! the editor cried, clapping Stephen on the

[6714] He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.

[6719] He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.

[6727] He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him.

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

[6730] has the prophetic vision. Fuit Ilium! The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms

[6731] of this world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.

[6733] The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and

[6734] rushed out into the street, yelling:

[6740] They turned to the left along Abbey street.

[6744] —Yes? the professor said, skipping to get into step. Crawford will

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

[6762] Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall. Face glistering

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

[6770] They shake out the threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the

[6771] pennies with the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and

[6777] LIFE ON THE RAW

[6780] at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate

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

[6783] brawn. They give two threepenny bits to the gentleman at the turnstile

[6784] and begin to waddle slowly up the winding staircase, grunting,

[6785] encouraging each other, afraid of the dark, panting, one asking

[6786] the other have you the brawn, praising God and the Blessed Virgin,

[6787] threatening to come down, peeping at the airslits. Glory be to God. They

[6790] Their names are Anne Kearns and Florence MacCabe. Anne Kearns has the

[6795] —Antithesis, the professor said nodding twice. Vestal virgins. I can

[6800] A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in all

[6802] Myles Crawford appeared on the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet

[6805] —Come along, the professor cried, waving his arm.

[6813] Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the

[6814] offices of the Irish Catholic and Dublin Penny Journal, called:

[6826] INTERVIEW WITH THE EDITOR

[6828] —Just this ad, Mr Bloom said, pushing through towards the steps,

[6829] puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes

[6831] see. But he wants a par to call attention in the Telegraph too, the

[6833] councillor Nannetti from the Kilkenny People. I can have access to it in

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

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

[6836] the renewal. But he wants just a little puff. What will I tell him, Mr

[6842] out his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable.

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

[6846] that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him

[6850] —Well, Mr Bloom said, his eyes returning, if I can get the design I

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

[6859] While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on

[6862] RAISING THE WIND

[6865] here. I’ve been through the hoop myself. I was looking for a fellow to

[6867] the will for the deed. With a heart and a half if I could raise the wind

[6871] up on the others and walked abreast.

[6873] —When they have eaten the brawn and the bread and wiped their twenty

[6874] fingers in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the

[6877] —Something for you, the professor explained to Myles Crawford. Two old

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

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

[6885] —But they are afraid the pillar will fall, Stephen went on. They see

[6886] the roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines’

[6892] —Easy all, Myles Crawford said. No poetic licence. We’re in the

[6895] —And settle down on their striped petticoats, peering up at the statue

[6896] of the onehandled adulterer.

[6898] —Onehandled adulterer! the professor cried. I like that. I see the

[6904] tired to look up or down or to speak. They put the bag of plums between

[6905] them and eat the plums out of it, one after another, wiping off with

[6906] their handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of their mouths and

[6907] spitting the plumstones slowly out between the railings.

[6917] —You remind me of Antisthenes, the professor said, a disciple of

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

[6919] bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble

[6920] and a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of

[6929] At various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless

[6939] —But what do you call it? Myles Crawford asked. Where did they get the

[6944] —Call it, wait, the professor said, opening his long lips wide to

[6947] —No, Stephen said. I call it A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or The

[6948] Parable of The Plums.

[6950] —I see, the professor said.

[6954] —I see, he said again with new pleasure. Moses and the promised land.

[6959] J. J. O’Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and

[6950] —I see, the professor said.

[6965] Nelson through the meshes of his wry smile.

[6973] —Tickled the old ones too, Myles Crawford said, if the God

8. Lestrygonians

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

[6989] A sombre Y. M. C. A. young man, watchful among the warm sweet fumes of

[6996] Blood of the Lamb.

[6999] washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen,

[7002] the church in Zion is coming.

[7007] the stopper on that. Where was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous

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

[7012] instance. I could see the bluey silver over it. Night I went down to the

[7013] pantry in the kitchen. Don’t like all the smells in it waiting to

[7014] rush out. What was it she wanted? The Malaga raisins. Thinking of Spain.

[7015] Before Rudy was born. The phosphorescence, that bluey greeny. Very good

[7016] for the brain.

[7020] Must be selling off some old furniture. Knew her eyes at once from the

[7021] father. Lobbing about waiting for him. Home always breaks up when the

[7023] in their theology or the priest won’t give the poor woman the

[7024] confession, the absolution. Increase and multiply. Did you ever hear

[7026] feed. Living on the fat of the land. Their butteries and larders. I’d

[7027] like to see them do the black fast Yom Kippur. Crossbuns. One meal and a

[7028] collation for fear he’d collapse on the altar. A housekeeper of one of

[7032] reverence: mum’s the word.

[7036] Proof of the pudding. Undermines the constitution.

[7039] the parapet. Brewery barge with export stout. England. Sea air sours it,

[7040] I heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the

[7043] the porter. Drink till they puke again like christians. Imagine drinking

[7044] that! Rats: vats. Well, of course, if we knew all the things.

[7046] Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt

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

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

[7056] swells, floated under by the bridgepiers. Not such damn fools. Also the

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

[7060] The hungry famished gull

[7061] Flaps o’er the waters dull.

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

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

[7067] Doomed for a certain time to walk the earth.

[7070] His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand. Australians

[7076] He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for

[7077] a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into

[7078] the Liffey. See that? The gulls swooped silently, two, then all from

[7081] Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his

[7093] His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor

[7094] on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

[7099] Good idea that. Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation. How can you

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

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

[7102] kinds of places are good for ads. That quack doctor for the clap used

[7103] to be stuck up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly

[7104] confidential. Dr Hy Franks. Didn’t cost him a red like Maginni the

[7106] them up himself for that matter on the q. t. running in to loosen a

[7107] button. Flybynight. Just the place too. POST NO BILLS. POST 110 PILLS.

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

[7127] her about the transmigration. O rocks!

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

[7130] right after all. Only big words for ordinary things on account of the

[7140] along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Bargains. Like

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

[7145] staple food. Three bob a day, walking along the gutters, street after

[7150] bet that would have caught on. Smart girls writing something catch the

[7152] them round you if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie. Women

[7154] didn’t think of it himself first. Or the inkbottle I suggested with

[7156] potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. You can’t lick

[7158] stop, Robinson, I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser

[7164] her at her devotions that morning. But glad to communicate with the

[7166] Carmel. Sweet name too: caramel. She knew I, I think she knew by the way

[7168] were short of money. Fried everything in the best butter all the

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

[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.

[7179] Val Dillon was lord mayor. The Glencree dinner. Alderman Robert

[7180] O’Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the flag fell. Bobbob

[7181] lapping it for the inner alderman. Couldn’t hear what the band played.

[7182] For what we have already received may the Lord make us. Milly was a

[7183] kiddy then. Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the braided frogs.

[7185] sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Sugarloaf.

[7191] Happy. Happier then. Snug little room that was with the red wallpaper.

[7197] He walked along the curbstone.

[7199] Stream of life. What was the name of that priestylooking chap was always

[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.

[7205] Bartell d’Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then. Seeing her home

[7207] that song Winds that blow from the south.

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

[7211] or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music

[7212] blew out of my hand against the High school railings. Lucky it didn’t.

[7213] Thing like that spoils the effect of a night for her. Professor Goodwin

[7216] may be for never. Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar

[7219] in the wind. Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up

[7220] those pieces of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she

[7221] liked. And the mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth

[7222] unclamping the busk of her stays: white.

[7224] Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from her.

[7227] That was the night...

[7236] —In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in

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

[7263] While you’re coming through the rye.

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

[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

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

[7283] stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of

[7285] chained to the table.

[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?

[7304] —Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.

[7308] —Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.

[7310] —The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said.

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

[7323] She took back the card, sighing.

[7328] She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.

[7330] Same blue serge dress she had two years ago, the nap bleaching. Seen its

[7332] grapes to take the harm out of it. Shabby genteel. She used to be a

[7336] See the eye that woman gave her, passing. Cruel. The unfair sex.

[7340] pastry on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her

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

[7345] Change the subject.

[7352] of the masterstroke. Did I pull the chain? Yes. The last act.

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

[7363] stiff birth, the nurse told me.

[7375] —She was taken bad on the Tuesday...

[7381] A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river staring with a

[7382] rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Tight as a

[7386] —Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts.

[7404] He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis Breen

[7406] hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old

[7413] Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him in sunlight the

[7414] tight skullpiece, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat. Going the two

[7415] days. Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world.

[7420] Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything. Round to

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

[7422] for the gods.

[7424] He passed the Irish Times. There might be other answers lying there.

[7426] now. Clerk with the glasses there doesn’t know me. O, leave them there

[7430] the meaning. Please tell me what perfume does your wife. Tell me who

[7431] made the world. The way they spring those questions on you. And the

[7432] other one Lizzie Twigg. My literary efforts have had the good fortune to

[7433] meet with the approval of the eminent poet A. E. (Mr Geo. Russell). No

[7436] Best paper by long chalks for a small ad. Got the provinces now. Cook

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

[7443] and rode out with the Ward Union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday

[7447] First to the meet and in at the death. Strong as a brood mare some of

[7449] of brandy neat while you’d say knife. That one at the Grosvenor this

[7450] morning. Up with her on the car: wishswish. Stonewall or fivebarred gate

[7453] wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel. Divorced Spanish

[7455] I was her clotheshorse. Saw her in the viceregal party when Stubbs the

[7456] park ranger got me in with Whelan of the Express. Scavenging what the

[7457] quality left. High tea. Mayonnaise I poured on the plums thinking it was

[7462] and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A. Eating

[7463] with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute. And still his

[7466] annuals he presents her with. Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers

[7468] marketnet. The squallers. Poor thing! Then having to give the breast

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

[7470] in the manger. Only one lump of sugar in my tea, if you please.

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

[7474] the Burton. Better. On my way.

[7482] trying to butt its way out blindly, groping for the way out. Kill me

[7487] consumptive. Time someone thought about it instead of gassing about the

[7488] what was it the pensive bosom of the silver effulgence. Flapdoodle to

[7490] quite painless out of all the taxes give every child born five quid at

[7500] Moisel. Mothers’ meeting. Phthisis retires for the time being, then

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

[7505] the public. Head like a prize pumpkin. Snuffy Dr Murren. People knocking

[7510] Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of

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

[7513] thrilling from the air. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees

[7514] near Goose green playing the monkeys. Mackerel they called me.

[7522] marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the station.

[7527] him up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. Ought to be places for

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

[7532] He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle. Jack

[7534] being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell.

[7535] Can’t blame them after all with the job they have especially the

[7536] young hornies. That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given

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

[7540] a wallop, by George. Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones. I

[7541] oughtn’t to have got myself swept along with those medicals. And the

[7543] know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now

[7548] —Up the Boers!

[7555] The Butter exchange band. Few years’ time half of them magistrates and

[7556] civil servants. War comes on: into the army helterskelter: same fellows

[7557] used to. Whether on the scaffold high.

[7560] his eye. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on

[7561] the invincibles. Member of the corporation too. Egging raw youths on to

[7562] get in the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the castle.

[7565] against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. Then the next thing on the menu. And

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

[7567] anything? Peeping Tom through the keyhole. Decoy duck. Hotblooded young

[7572] —I don’t wear such things... Stop or I’ll tell the missus on you.

[7573] Out half the night.

[7581] James Stephens’ idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so

[7583] Back out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad.

[7585] in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. Garibaldi.

[7588] squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about

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

[7591] That the language question should take precedence of the economic

[7594] seasoning under the apron for you. Have another quart of goosegrease

[7596] the band. No grace for the carver. The thought that the other chap pays

[7597] best sauce in the world. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Show us

[7598] over those apricots, meaning peaches. The not far distant day. Homerule

[2544] sun rising up in the northwest.

[7601] His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly,

[7607] somewhere. Other dying every second. Since I fed the birds five minutes.

[7608] Three hundred kicked the bucket. Other three hundred born, washing the

[7609] blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.

[7615] his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they have

[7616] all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn away age

[7620] Shelter, for the night.

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

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

[7631] The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware

[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

[7639] uniform since he got the job. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on

[7640] his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Look at the

[7643] on the city charger. Drop into the D.B.C. probably for his coffee, play

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

[7649] Meath. Apply for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. The

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

[7651] when they put him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the

[7652] grave and lead him out of the house of commons by the arm.

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

[7655] the ends of the world have forgotten to come while the other speaks with

[7656] a Scotch accent. The tentacles...

[7658] They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and bicycle.

[7662] Coming events cast their shadows before. With the approval of the

[7665] Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world

[7670] His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle,

[7671] a listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only

[7672] weggebobbles and fruit. Don’t eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes

[7674] healthier. Windandwatery though. Tried it. Keep you on the run all day.

[7676] gave me nutsteak? Nutarians. Fruitarians. To give you the idea you are

[7678] by the tap all night.

[7683] kind of food you see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical.

[7688] The dreamy cloudy gull

[7689] Waves o’er the waters dull.

[7690] He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates

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

[7695] capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in the railway lost

[7696] property office. Astonishing the things people leave behind them in

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

[7703] His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can’t see it. If

[7706] He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right

[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

[7709] disk. Must be the focus where the rays cross. If I had black glasses.

[7711] were in Lombard street west. Looking up from the back garden. Terrific

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

[7717] some first Saturday of the month. If I could get an introduction to

[7721] it on with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and

[7723] gentleman the door.

[7732] like that pineapple rock. The moon. Must be a new moon out, she said. I

[7737] Wait. The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly there

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

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

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

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

[7750] la femme. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the

[7751] rest of the year sober as a judge.

[7753] Yes. Thought so. Sloping into the Empire. Gone. Plain soda would do him

[7754] good. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the

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

[7768] Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library.

[7771] silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the

[7772] baking causeway. Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings. Hope

[7773] the rain mucks them up on her. Countrybred chawbacon. All the beef to

[7774] the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of

[7777] He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Cascades

[7779] flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. The huguenots brought that

[7784] over the place. Needles in window curtains.

[7798] Wealth of the world.

[7804] Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then.

[7821] His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink

[7823] the animals feed.

[7827] Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables

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

[7837] Don’t! O! A bone! That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the

[7838] schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the Boyne. Wonder what

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

[7853] chewing the cud. Before and after. Grace after meals. Look on this

[7855] bread. Lick it off the plate, man! Get out of this.

[7857] He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of

[7865] on it. Good stroke. Give me the fidgets to look. Safer to eat from his

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

[7870] An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Rock, the head

[7871] bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well

[7873] elbows on table, ready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift

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

[7897] with porringers and tommycans to be filled. Devour contents in the

[7898] street. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every

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

[7906] would make hares of them all. Have rows all the same. All for number

[7907] one. Children fighting for the scrapings of the pot. Want a souppot as

[7908] big as the Phoenix park. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of it.

[7911] Then who’d wash up all the plates and forks? Might be all feeding on

[7915] the earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp

[7916] of onions mushrooms truffles. Pain to the animal too. Pluck and draw

[7917] fowl. Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe

[7920] brisket off the hook. Plup. Rawhead and bloody bones. Flayed glasseyed

[7944] Sardines on the shelves. Almost taste them by looking. Sandwich? Ham

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

[7949] Like pickled pork. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour. Ought

[7950] to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect. There

[7951] was a right royal old nigger. Who ate or something the somethings of

[7952] the reverend Mr MacTrigger. With it an abode of bliss. Lord knows what

[7954] find the meat. Kosher. No meat and milk together. Hygiene that was what

[7968] food, the devil the cooks. Devilled crab.

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

[7989] The curate served.

[7996] than the dreamy creamy stuff. His five hundred wives. Had the time of

[8014] raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock

[8022] He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to

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

[8032] that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello

[8033] barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he

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

[8043] Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves,

[8046] on the parsnips.

[8049] give us a good one for the Gold cup?

[8057] disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his

[8059] with the chill off.

[8062] the way it curves there.

[8065] ruined many a man, the same horses.

[8067] Vintners’ sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits

[8068] for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose.

[8070] —True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you’re in the know.

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

[8078] He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned

[8087] He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the

[8096] beards they like. Dogs’ cold noses. Old Mrs Riordan with the rumbling

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

[8098] her lap. O, the big doggybowwowsywowsy!

[8107] lobsters’ claws. All the odd things people pick up for food. Out of

[8108] shells, periwinkles with a pin, off trees, snails out of the ground the

[8109] French eat, out of the sea with bait on a hook. Silly fish learn nothing

[8113] it on the dog first. Led on by the smell or the look. Tempting fruit.

[8118] on the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this morning. Was he

[8124] yes or was it Otto one of those Habsburgs? Or who was it used to eat the

[8126] then the others copy to be in the fashion. Milly too rock oil and flour.

[8127] Raw pastry I like myself. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in

[8128] the sea to keep up the price. Cheap no-one would buy. Caviare. Do the

[8130] pearls. The élite. Crème de la crème. They want special dishes to

[8131] pretend they’re. Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings

[8132] of the flesh. Know me come eat with me. Royal sturgeon high sheriff,

[8133] Coffey, the butcher, right to venisons of the forest from his ex. Send

[8134] him back the half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the

[8136] Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. Just as well to write it on the

[8138] the broth. I know it myself. Dosing it with Edwards’ desiccated soup.

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

[8145] Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of making money hand

[8147] think he was painting the landscape with his mouth twisted. Moooikill A

[8150] Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.

[8152] Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress

[8155] ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. No sound. The sky. The bay

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

[8157] Sutton. Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried

[8158] cities. Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather

[8162] mouth. Yum. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed.

[8175] Stuck, the flies buzzed.

[8177] His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab. Beauty:

[8178] it curves: curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the

[8179] world admires. Can see them library museum standing in the round hall,

[8193] do there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and

[8195] lovers, a youth enjoyed her, to the yard.

[8197] When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book:

[8199] —What is this he is? Isn’t he in the insurance line?

[8202] the Freeman.

[8213] —I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said humanely, if I see a

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

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

[8227] —He doesn’t buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of

[8232] Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He

[8235] —He’s in the craft, he said.

[8247] as close as damn it. By God they did right to keep the women out of it.

[8255] and swore her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint

[8261] and I never once saw him—you know, over the line.

[8264] Slips off when the fun gets too hot. Didn’t you see him look at his

[8266] thing he does he outs with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe.

[8273] known to put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due.

[8289] They paused at the counter.

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

[8315] leg. He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead

[8320] Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set before

[8341] The others turned.

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

[8350] —Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby.

[8356] At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the

[8358] having fully digested the contents. First sweet then savoury. Mr Bloom

[8363] free. Course then you’d have all the cranks pestering.

[8365] He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:

[8370] chap in the blues. Dutch courage. That Kilkenny People in the national

[8373] Bare clean closestools waiting in the window of William Miller, plumber,

[8374] turned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way down,

[8375] swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round the

[8377] intestines like pipes. But the poor buffer would have to stand all the

[8386] The rum the rumdum.

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

[8399] Tour the south then. What about English wateringplaces? Brighton,

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

[8408] pauper children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato

[8409] blight. Society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor

[8410] jews. Same bait. Why we left the church of Rome.

[8412] A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No

[8417] The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He

[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

[8431] —Yes, the stripling answered. South Frederick street.

[8435] He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to

[8438] Say something to him. Better not do the condescending. They mistrust

[8441] —The rain kept off.

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

[8456] —Right now? First turn to the left.

[8458] The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way, drawing

[8461] Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a flatcut suit of herringbone

[8464] of volume. Weight or size of it, something blacker than the dark. Wonder

[8466] Dublin he must have, tapping his way round by the stones. Could he

[8472] Look at all the things they can learn to do. Read with their fingers.

[8475] Of course the other senses are more. Embroider. Plait baskets. People

[8480] together. Each street different smell. Each person too. Then the spring,

[8481] the summer: smells. Tastes? They say you can’t taste wines with your

[8482] eyes shut or a cold in the head. Also smoke in the dark they say get no

[8486] passing the Stewart institution, head in the air. Look at me. I have

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

[8489] fingers must almost see the lines, the curves. His hands on her hair,

[8498] With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above

[8500] the skin of his right cheek. Downy hair there too. Not smooth enough.

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

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

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

[8516] for sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses.

[8520] Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the freemasons’ hall. Solemn as

[8522] cracking a magnum. Tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the

[8524] his nose at that stuff I drank. Vintage wine for them, the year marked

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

[8527] their percentage manufacturing crime. Sends them to the rightabout. The

[8530] topers in wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy on

[8533] Hello, placard. Mirus bazaar. His Excellency the lord lieutenant.

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

[8537] leech. Wear out my welcome. Sure to know someone on the gate.

[8543] His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved to

[8544] the right.

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

[8549] Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes.

[8554] The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold

[8557] No. Didn’t see me. After two. Just at the gate.

[8562] Deane was the Greek architecture.

[8580] His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap

9. Scylla and Charybdis

[8592] Urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred:

[8600] backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor.

[8602] A noiseless attendant setting open the door but slightly made him a

[8605] —Directly, said he, creaking to go, albeit lingering. The beautiful

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

[8610] Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. Bald, most zealous by the door

[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

[8627] Then he passed the female catheter

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

[8631] mystic mind. The shining seven W.B. calls them.

[8634] the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an ollav, holyeyed. He laughed

[8643] Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in her house.

[8644] And one more to hail him: ave, rabbi: the Tinahely twelve. In the shadow

[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

[8659] to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a

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

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

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

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

[8669] —The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen said superpolitely.

[8675] He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.

[8677] Formless spiritual. Father, Word and Holy Breath. Allfather, the

[8678] heavenly man. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who

[8679] suffers in us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon

[8680] the altar. I am the sacrificial butter.

[8682] Dunlop, Judge, the noblest Roman of them all, A.E., Arval, the Name

[8684] secret to adepts. Brothers of the great white lodge always watching

[8685] to see if they can help. The Christ with the bridesister, moisture of

[8686] light, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the

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

[8698] about the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant

[8706] —Which of the two, Stephen asked, would have banished me from his

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

[8710] allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the

[8714] shadow. Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to

[8715] the past.

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

[8728] To greet the callous public.

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

[8734] twinkling stone. An emerald set in the ring of the sea.

[8736] —People do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be, the auric egg of

[8737] Russell warned occultly. The movements which work revolutions in the

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

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

[8740] living mother. The rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the

[8741] sixshilling novel, the musichall song. France produces the finest flower

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

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

[8748] prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me in Paris. The one about

[8750] you know, reading the book of himself. He describes Hamlet given in a

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

[8764] —The absentminded beggar, Stephen ended.

[8773] —A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Not

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

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

[8784] Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. The devil and the deep sea.

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

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

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

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

[8808] bankside. The bear Sackerson growls in the pit near it, Paris garden.

[8809] Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the

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

[8815] walks by the swanmews along the riverbank. But he does not stay to feed

[8816] the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes. The swan of

[8821] —The play begins. A player comes on under the shadow, made up in the

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

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

[8824] has studied Hamlet all the years of his life which were not vanity in

[8825] order to play the part of the spectre. He speaks the words to Burbage,

[8826] the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth,

[8831] bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince,

[8832] young Hamlet and to the son of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, who has

[8836] the vesture of buried Denmark, a ghost by death, speaking his own words

[8839] that he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those

[8840] premises: you are the dispossessed son: I am the murdered father: your

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

[8843] —But this prying into the family life of a great man, Russell began

[8848] —Interesting only to the parish clerk. I mean, we have the plays. I

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

[8851] l’Isle has said. Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the day,

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

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

[8899] —Do you mean to fly in the face of the tradition of three centuries?

[8904] saw him into and out of the world. She took his first embraces. She bore

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

[8914] John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.

[8916] —The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got

[8920] errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

[8922] Portals of discovery opened to let in the quaker librarian,

[8930] thoughts into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (absit

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

[8933] from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.

[8939] chide them not unkindly, then to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless

[8944] The girl I left behind me. If the earthquake did not time it we should

[8945] know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his form, the cry of hounds,

[8946] the studded bridle and her blue windows. That memory, Venus and Adonis,

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

[8949] the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, a passionate pilgrim, had his

[8950] eyes in the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all

[8951] Warwickshire to lie withal? Good: he left her and gained the world

[8952] of men. But his boywomen are the women of a boy. Their life, thought,

[8955] blame. She put the comether on him, sweet and twentysix. The greyeyed

[8956] goddess who bends over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as prologue

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

[8969] Between the acres of the rye

[8971] Paris: the wellpleased pleaser.

[8976] —I am afraid I am due at the Homestead.

[8992] logos, functioning on astral levels, their oversoul, mahamahatma. The

[8993] faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout

[8995] i’the eyes, their pineal glands aglow. Filled with his god, he

[9002] —They say we are to have a literary surprise, the quaker librarian

[9007] Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces,

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

[9021] Longworth will give it a good puff in the Express. O, will he? I liked

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

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

[9039] so kind as to give the letter to Mr Norman...

[9046] God ild you. The pigs’ paper. Bullockbefriending.

[9049] I feel we are. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. I hope you

[9054] The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers. Blushing, his mask said:

[9058] He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a

[9059] chopine, and, covered by the noise of outgoing, said low:

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

[9071] from hue and cry. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the chase. Women

[9075] cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all, bare, frighted of the narrow

[9080] The door closed behind the outgoer.

[9082] Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and

[9088] had he believed the soothsayer: what might have been: possibilities of

[9089] the possible as possible: things not known: what name Achilles bore when

[9093] Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice

[9096] They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of

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

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

[9109] He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his

[9110] defiance. His private papers in the original. Ta an bad ar an tir. Taim

[9121] Stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes glinting stern under

[9123] Brunetto, I thank thee for the word.

[9126] from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist

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

[9129] time after time, so through the ghost of the unquiet father the image

[9130] of the unliving son looks forth. In the intense instant of imagination,

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

[9132] which I am and that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the

[9133] future, the sister of the past, I may see myself as I sit here now but

[9138] —Yes, Mr Best said youngly. I feel Hamlet quite young. The bitterness

[9139] might be from the father but the passages with Ophelia are surely from

[9140] the son.

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

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

[9148] —If that were the birthmark of genius, he said, genius would be a

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

[9152] —The spirit of reconciliation, the quaker librarian breathed.

[9159] —If you want to know what are the events which cast their shadow over

[9160] the hell of time of King Lear, Othello, Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida,

[9161] look to see when and how the shadow lifts. What softens the heart of a

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

[9170] constant quantity, John Eglinton detected. The highroads are dreary but

[9171] they lead to the town.

[9174] going the highroads. Seekers on the great quest. What town, good

[9175] masters? Mummed in names: A. E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton. East of the

[9176] sun, west of the moon: Tir na n-og. Booted the twain and staved.

[9181] —Mr Brandes accepts it, Stephen said, as the first play of the closing

[9190] Will any man love the daughter if he has not loved the mother?

[9192] —The art of being a grandfather, Mr Best gan murmur. L’art d’être

[9195] —Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth

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

[9204] The images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in

[9207] The benign forehead of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.

[9209] —I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of

[9210] the public. And we ought to mention another Irish commentator, Mr George

[9212] Shakespeare in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant. Oddly enough

[9213] he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the

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

[9215] that if the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in

[9233] never be a victor in his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game

[9235] undoing will undo the first undoing. The tusk of the boar has wounded

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

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

[9238] words, some goad of the flesh driving him into a new passion, a darker

[9239] shadow of the first, darkening even his own understanding of himself. A

[9240] like fate awaits him and the two rages commingle in a whirlpool.

[9242] They list. And in the porches of their ears I pour.

[9244] —The soul has been before stricken mortally, a poison poured in the

[9246] know the manner of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls

[9247] with that knowledge in the life to come. The poisoning and the beast

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

[9253] its mole cinquespotted. He goes back, weary of the creation he has

[9256] personality, untaught by the wisdom he has written or by the laws he

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

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

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

[9260] consubstantial with the father.

[9262] —Amen! was responded from the doorway.

[9269] blithe in motley, towards the greeting of their smiles. My telegram.

[9271] —You were speaking of the gaseous vertebrate, if I mistake not? he

[9280] He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself,

[9284] and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the right hand of His

[9285] Own Self but yet shall come in the latter day to doom the quick and dead

[9286] when all the quick shall be dead already.

[9293] —Yes, indeed, the quaker librarian said. A most instructive

[9294] discussion. Mr Mulligan, I’ll be bound, has his theory too of the play

[9301] —Shakespeare? he said. I seem to know the name.

[9305] —To be sure, he said, remembering brightly. The chap that writes like

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

[9314] —I came through the museum, Buck Mulligan said. Was he here?

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

[9318] played Hamlet for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin.

[9319] Vining held that the prince was a woman. Has no-one made him out to be

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

[9325] proves that the sonnets were written by a Willie Hughes, a man all hues.

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

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

[9334] the very essence of Wilde, don’t you know. The light touch.

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

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

[9365] He sat on a corner of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully:

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

[9369] launch it from? The kips? No. College Green. Have you drunk the four

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

[9371] Malachi Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street. O, you peerless mummer!

[9378] were, Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. ’Twas murmur

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

[9387] the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a pussful.

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

[9399] Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing to the dark eavesdropping

[9408] image, wandering, he met. I mine. I met a fool i’the forest.

[9410] —Mr Lyster, an attendant said from the door ajar.

[9413] Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms... Yes? What

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

[9417] and offering a card. From the Freeman. He wants to see the files of the

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

[9422] He took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked,

[9427] Brisk in a galliard he was off, out. In the daylit corridor he talked

[9436] —All the leading provincial... Northern Whig, Cork Examiner,

[9438] gentleman... If you just follow the atten... Or, please allow me... This

[9441] Voluble, dutiful, he led the way to all the provincial papers, a bowing

[9444] The door closed.

[9446] —The sheeny! Buck Mulligan cried.

[9448] He jumped up and snatched the card.

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

[9455] museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. The Greek mouth that

[9462] than the Greeks. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.

[9463] Venus Kallipyge. O, the thunder of those loins! The god pursuing the

[9470] —Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen said, took the palm of beauty

[9471] from Kyrios Menelaus’ brooddam, Argive Helen, the wooden mare of Troy

[9474] equal to that of the lord chancellor of Ireland. His life was rich. His

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

[9479] back including a pair of fancy stays. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had

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

[9485] took the cow by the horns and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate,

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

[9487] Richard III. And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, and

[9489] suited for a player, and the punks of the bankside, a penny a time.

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

[9504] behind the diamond panes?

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

[9516] spurned. But the court wanton spurned him for a lord, his dearmylove.

[9526] other and singular uneared wombs, the holy office an ostler does for the

[9528] shrew to wife. But she, the giglot wanton, did not break a bedvow. Two

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

[9531] Sweet Ann, I take it, was hot in the blood. Once a wooer, twice a wooer.

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

[9536] deny that in the fifth scene of Hamlet he has branded her with infamy

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

[9538] between the day she married him and the day she buried him. All those

[9540] poor dear Willun, when he went and died on her, raging that he was the

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

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

[9553] You mean the will.

[9561] From the first draft but he did not leave out

[9562] The presents for his granddaughter, for his daughters,

[9586] his best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in

[9600] tribute to his elders, wills to be laid in earth near the bones of

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

[9615] of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard. He lifted his

[9621] —The sense of beauty leads us astray, said beautifulinsadness Best to

[9626] —The doctor can tell us what those words mean. You cannot eat your

[9629] Sayest thou so? Will they wrest from us, from me, the palm of beauty?

[9631] —And the sense of property, Stephen said. He drew Shylock out of his

[9632] own long pocket. The son of a maltjobber and moneylender he was himself

[9633] a cornjobber and moneylender, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the

[9636] He sued a fellowplayer for the price of a few bags of malt and exacted

[9639] to his mill. Shylock chimes with the jewbaiting that followed the

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

[9641] being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive: Hamlet and Macbeth

[9642] with the coming to the throne of a Scotch philosophaster with a turn for

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

[9644] His pageants, the histories, sail fullbellied on a tide of Mafeking

[9646] theory of equivocation. The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the

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

[9649] carrotty Bess, the gross virgin who inspired The Merry Wives of Windsor,

[9651] in the depths of the buckbasket.

[9661] —He was made in Germany, Stephen replied, as the champion French

[9682] reading in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different

[9683] from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his

[9684] wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the

[9687] avarice, are of all races the most given to intermarriage. Accusations

[9688] are made in anger. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the

[9689] jews (for whom, as for the lollards, storm was shelter) bound their

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

[9704] widow, is the will to die.

[9708] What of all the will to do?

[9710] —She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that secondbest bed, the

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

[9714] at New Place and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in

[9716] read or had read to her his chapbooks preferring them to the Merry Wives

[9717] and, loosing her nightly waters on the jordan, she thought over Hooks

[9718] and Eyes for Believers’ Breeches and The most Spiritual Snuffbox to

[9719] Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. Venus has twisted her lips in prayer.

[9724] The ages succeed one another. But we have it on high authority that a

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

[9730] Lean, he lay back. Shy, deny thy kindred, the unco guid. Shy, supping

[9731] with the godless, he sneaks the cup. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade

[9738] Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower.

[9740] Hurrying to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the quayside I

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

[9742] attending her. The eyes that wish me well. But do not know me.

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

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

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

[9750] lustful queen. No. The corpse of John Shakespeare does not walk the

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

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

[9756] begetter to only begotten. On that mystery and not on the madonna which

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

[9758] founded and founded irremovably because founded, like the world, macro

[9759] and microcosm, upon the void. Upon incertitude, upon unlikelihood. Amor

[9760] matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be the only true thing

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

[9764] What the hell are you driving at?

[9772] —They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal

[9773] annals of the world, stained with all other incests and bestialities,

[9776] grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls. The son

[9789] —Sabellius, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all the beasts of

[9790] the field, held that the Father was Himself His Own Son. The bulldog of

[9792] the father who has not a son be not a father can the son who has not a

[9794] of the same name in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was not the

[9796] himself the father of all his race, the father of his own grandfather,

[9797] the father of his unborn grandson who, by the same token, never was

[9801] glancing, a merry puritan, through the twisted eglantine.

[9806] child. I have an unborn child in my brain. Pallas Athena! A play! The

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

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

[9812] forest of Arden. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in

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

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

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

[9819] —The plot thickens, John Eglinton said.

[9821] The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his mask, quake, with

[9834] one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter

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

[9837] Richard are recorded in the works of sweet William.

[9849] STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the villain shakebags, Iago,

[9850] Richard Crookback, Edmund in King Lear, two bear the wicked uncles’

[9862] in the plays, a super here, a clown there, as a painter of old Italy

[9863] set his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in the

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

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

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

[9870] birth. It shone by day in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the

[9871] night, and by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the recumbent

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

[9873] eyes watched it, lowlying on the horizon, eastward of the bear, as

[9874] he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from

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

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

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

[9892] —A star by night, Stephen said. A pillar of the cloud by day.

[9898] Stephanos, my crown. My sword. His boots are spoiling the shape of my

[9901] —You make good use of the name, John Eglinton allowed. Your own name

[9906] Fabulous artificer. The hawklike man. You flew. Whereto?

[9914] know, we find also in the old Irish myths. Just what you say. The three

[9915] brothers Shakespeare. In Grimm too, don’t you know, the fairytales.

[9916] The third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the

[9921] The quaker librarian springhalted near.

[9924] to suggest there was misconduct with one of the brothers... But perhaps

[9927] He caught himself in the act: looked at all: refrained.

[9929] An attendant from the doorway called:

[9937] John Eglinton touched the foil.

[9940] Edmund. You kept them for the last, didn’t you?

[9954] I am tired of my voice, the voice of Esau. My kingdom for a drink.

[9958] —You will say those names were already in the chronicles from which

[9959] he took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others?

[9962] Richard the conqueror, third brother, came after William the conquered.

[9963] The other four acts of that play hang limply from that first. Of all his

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

[9965] the angel of the world. Why is the underplot of King Lear in which

[9971] Que voulez-vous? Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and

[9974] —Why? Stephen answered himself. Because the theme of the false or

[9975] the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to

[9976] Shakespeare, what the poor are not, always with him. The note of

[9977] banishment, banishment from the heart, banishment from home, sounds

[9978] uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero

[9979] breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his

[9980] book. It doubles itself in the middle of his life, reflects itself in

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

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

[9984] was the original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will

[9985] and left in him a strong inclination to evil. The words are those of

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

[9991] in the world he has created, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice in As you

[9992] like It, in The Tempest, in Hamlet, in Measure for Measure—and in all

[9993] the other plays which I have not read.

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

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

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

[10006] ceaselessly willing that the moor in him shall suffer.

[10019] of life ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The

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

[10024] to be divorced. If you like the epilogue look long on it: prosperous

[10025] Prospero, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa’s lump of love, and

[10026] nuncle Richie, the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the place

[10027] where the bad niggers go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without

[10029] If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his

[10033] brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves. The playwright who wrote

[10034] the folio of this world and wrote it badly (He gave us light first and

[10035] the sun two days later), the lord of things as they are whom the most

[10038] that in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, there are no more

[10047] —May I? he said. The Lord has spoken to Malachi.

[10051] Take some slips from the counter going out.

[10054] shall live. The rest shall keep as they are.

[10059] variorum edition of The Taming of the Shrew.

[10068] dialogue, don’t you know, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.

[10075] the man Piper met in Berlin, who is working up that Rutland theory,

[10076] believes that the secret is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is

[10077] going to visit the present duke, Piper says, and prove to him that his

[10078] ancestor wrote the plays. It will come as a surprise to his grace. But

[10085] —You are the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver.

[10086] Then I don’t know about the next number. Fred Ryan wants space for an

[10096] —I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper

[10097] Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the Summa contra

[10098] Gentiles in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and

[10099] Rosalie, the coalquay whore.

[10103] —Come, Kinch. Come, wandering Ængus of the birds.

[10117] —Monsieur Moore, he said, lecturer on French letters to the youth of

[10118] Ireland. I’ll be there. Come, Kinch, the bards must drink. Can you

[10129] One day in the national library we had a discussion. Shakes. After. His

[10133] head, newbarbered, out of the vaulted cell into a shattering daylight of

[10140] The constant readers’ room. In the readers’ book Cashel Boyle

[10142] Item: was Hamlet mad? The quaker’s pate godlily with a priesteen in

[10151] The turnstile.

[10155] The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

[10161] He spluttered to the air:

[10163] —O, the chinless Chinaman! Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton. We went over to their

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

[10165] new art for Europe like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Abbey Theatre! I

[10166] smell the pubic sweat of monks.

[10170] Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him. And

[10171] left the femme de trente ans. And why no other children born? And his

[10176] The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling,

[10185] I hardly hear the purlieu cry

[10189] The same that had the wooden leg

[10192] Magee that had the chinless mouth.

[10206] a job on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus.

[10207] Couldn’t you do the Yeats touch?

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

[10214] He stopped at the stairfoot.

[10216] —I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.

[10218] The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men’s

[10225] A Honeymoon in the Hand

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

[10245] ROSALIE (the coalquay whore).

[10247] and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men:

[10249] —O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to

[10253] —The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said, for whom they ever

[10256] About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.

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

[10268] The portico.

[10270] Here I watched the birds for augury. Ængus of the birds. They go, they

[10274] —The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown’s awe. Did

[10282] A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by the gateway,

[10289] Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail

[10290] from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw

[10293] Cease to strive. Peace of the druid priests of Cymbeline: hierophantic:

[10296] Laud we the gods

10. Wandering Rocks

[10306] The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S. J. reset his smooth watch

[10307] in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to

[10309] again? Dignam. Yes. Vere dignum et iustum est. Brother Swan was the

[10314] crutches, growled some notes. He jerked short before the convent of the

[10315] sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very

[10316] reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his

[10323] abandoned me in my old days. He walked by the treeshade of sunnywinking

[10324] leaves: and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P.

[10329] probably for the waters. And her boys, were they getting on well at

[10331] And Mr Sheehy himself? Still in London. The house was still sitting, to

[10336] Father Conmee was very glad to see the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P.

[10342] Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled, as he took leave, at the

[10343] jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet again,

[10352] way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the Irish.

[10357] Father Conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the corner of Mountjoy

[10358] square. Yes: they were from Belvedere. The little house. Aha. And were

[10360] name? Jack Sohan. And his name? Ger. Gallaher. And the other little man?

[10364] pointed to the red pillarbox at the corner of Fitzgibbon street.

[10366] —But mind you don’t post yourself into the box, little man, he said.

[10368] The boys sixeyed Father Conmee and laughed:

[10374] Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee’s letter

[10375] to father provincial into the mouth of the bright red letterbox. Father

[10382] deportment most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady

[10383] Maxwell at the corner of Dignam’s court.

[10387] Mrs M’Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee from the

[10395] Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the shutup

[10396] free church on his left. The reverend T. R. Greene B.A. will (D.V.)

[10397] speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say

[10401] Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North Circular

[10411] Father Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament. Virtuous: but

[10417] Father Conmee began to walk along the North Strand road and was saluted

[10418] by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop. Father

[10419] Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came

[10421] the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a dreadful

[10426] Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin’s publichouse against the window

[10430] Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade

[10432] saluted the constable. In Youkstetter’s, the porkbutcher’s, Father

[10436] Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee saw a

[10439] him. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee reflected on the providence of

[10440] the Creator who had made turf to be in bogs whence men might dig it

[10441] out and bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the houses of poor

[10444] On Newcomen bridge the very reverend John Conmee S. J. of saint Francis

[10448] Off an inward bound tram stepped the reverend Nicholas Dudley C. C. of

[10452] he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.

[10454] Father Conmee sat in a corner of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with

[10455] care in the eye of one plump kid glove, while four shillings, a sixpence

[10457] Passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket inspector usually

[10458] made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket. The

[10459] solemnity of the occupants of the car seemed to Father Conmee excessive

[10462] It was a peaceful day. The gentleman with the glasses opposite Father

[10464] supposed. A tiny yawn opened the mouth of the wife of the gentleman with

[10465] the glasses. She raised her small gloved fist, yawned ever so gently,

[10469] Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also that

[10470] the awkward man at the other side of her was sitting on the edge of the

[10473] Father Conmee at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the

[10474] mouth of the awkward old man who had the shaky head.

[10476] At Annesley bridge the tram halted and, when it was about to go, an old

[10477] woman rose suddenly from her place to alight. The conductor pulled the

[10478] bellstrap to stay the car for her. She passed out with her basket and

[10479] a marketnet: and Father Conmee saw the conductor help her and net and

[10481] the end of the penny fare, she was one of those good souls who had

[10486] From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at

[10489] Father Conmee thought of the souls of black and brown and yellow men and

[10490] of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S. J. and the African mission and of

[10491] the propagation of the faith and of the millions of black and brown and

[10492] yellow souls that had not received the baptism of water when their last

[10493] hour came like a thief in the night. That book by the Belgian jesuit, Le

[10495] millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the

[10500] At the Howth road stop Father Conmee alighted, was saluted by the

[10503] The Malahide road was quiet. It pleased Father Conmee, road and name.

[10504] The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide. Lord Talbot de Malahide,

[10505] immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the seas adjoining.

[10506] Then came the call to arms and she was maid, wife and widow in one day.

[10508] in the barony.

[10510] Father Conmee, walking, thought of his little book Old Times in the

[10511] Barony and of the book that might be written about jesuit houses and of

[10514] A listless lady, no more young, walked alone the shore of lough Ennel,

[10515] Mary, first countess of Belvedere, listlessly walking in the evening,

[10516] not startled when an otter plunged. Who could know the truth? Not the

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

[10528] clusters. And the hands of a bride and of a bridegroom, noble to noble,

[10533] The lychgate of a field showed Father Conmee breadths of cabbages,

[10534] curtseying to him with ample underleaves. The sky showed him a flock

[10535] of small white clouds going slowly down the wind. Moutonner, the French

[10539] over Rathcoffey. His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble of

[10540] Clongowes field. He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard

[10541] the cries of the boys’ lines at their play, young cries in the quiet

[10545] ivory bookmark told him the page.

[10552] He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till he

[10557] young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. The young man raised

[10558] his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care

[10568] furnishings. Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came

[10569] to the doorway. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes

[10570] and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.

[10572] Father John Conmee stepped into the Dollymount tram on Newcomen bridge.

[10577] Constable 57C, on his beat, stood to pass the time of day.

[10583] —It’s very close, the constable said.

[10589] —What’s the best news? he asked.

[10591] —I seen that particular party last evening, the constable said with

[10607] the warehouse with a visitor.

[10610] into the cap held out to her. The sailor grumbled thanks, glanced sourly

[10611] at the unheeding windows, sank his head and swung himself forward four

[10626] The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two, ceased.

[10627] The blind of the window was drawn aside. A card Unfurnished Apartments

[10628] slipped from the sash and fell. A plump bare generous arm shone, was

[10630] woman’s hand flung forth a coin over the area railings. It fell on the

[10633] One of the urchins ran to it, picked it up and dropped it into the

[10638] Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen.

[10640] —Did you put in the books? Boody asked.

[10642] Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds

[10654] Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table.

[10658] Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes.

[10660] —What’s in the pot? she asked.

[10668] Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked:

[10680] The lacquey rang his bell.

[10684] Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily:

[10688] Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl. Katey,

[10696] Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup, added:

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

[10705] Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed

[10706] around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains,

[10707] between the Customhouse old dock and George’s quay.

[10709] The blond girl in Thornton’s bedded the wicker basket with rustling

[10710] fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper

[10715] —Yes, sir, the blond girl said. And the fruit on top.

[10722] Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the

[10734] A darkbacked figure under Merchants’ arch scanned books on the

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

[10741] The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.

[10743] —Will you write the address, sir?

[10745] Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.

[10753] —What’s the damage? he asked.

[10755] The blond girl’s slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

[10757] Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He took

[10758] a red carnation from the tall stemglass.

[10762] The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie

[10769] Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour, the stalk of the

[10779] gripping the handrests. Palefaces. Men’s arms frankly round their

[10780] stunted forms. They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of

[10781] the bank of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed.

[10791] —Speriamo, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly. Ma, dia retta a

[10794] By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram

[10797] —Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, glancing down the solid trouserleg.

[10813] trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted,

[10814] signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling

[10817] Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of The Woman in White

[10824] The disk shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased and ogled them:

[10827] Miss Dunne clicked on the keyboard:

[10831] Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny’s corner and the

[10835] Then she stared at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming

[10836] soubrette, and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the jotter sixteens and

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

[10839] fellow be at the band tonight. If I could get that dressmaker to make a

[10841] all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he

[10844] The telephone rang rudely by her ear.

[10854] Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he’ll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes,

[10857] Two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch.

[10864] his pliant lath among the flickering arches. Come on. Mind your steps

[10867] The vesta in the clergyman’s uplifted hand consumed itself in a long

[10871] —How interesting! a refined accent said in the gloom.

[10873] —Yes, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily. We are standing in the historic

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

[10877] The old bank of Ireland was over the way till the time of the union

[10878] and the original jews’ temple was here too before they built their

[10884] —He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said, if my memory

[10885] serves me. The mansion of the Kildares was in Thomas court.

[10889] —If you will be so kind then, the clergyman said, the next time to

[10892] —Certainly, Ned Lambert said. Bring the camera whenever you like.

[10893] I’ll get those bags cleared away from the windows. You can take it

[10896] In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled

[10897] seedbags and points of vantage on the floor.

[10901] —I’m deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said. I won’t

[10911] He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away among

[10912] the pillars. With J. J. O’Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary’s

[10916] He stood to read the card in his hand.

[10918] —The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Present address: Saint

[10920] the Fitzgeralds he told me. He’s well up in history, faith.

[10922] The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging

[10927] Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.

[10929] —God! he cried. I forgot to tell him that one about the earl of

[10931] bloody sorry I did it, says he, but I declare to God I thought the

[10933] tell him anyhow. That was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Hot

[10934] members they were all of them, the Geraldines.

[10936] The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He

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

[10950] —The dust from those sacks, J. J. O’Molloy said politely.

[10955] He held his handkerchief ready for the coming...

[10960] Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his

[10965] He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groove, wobbled

[10968] Lawyers of the past, haughty, pleading, beheld pass from the

[10970] the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the

[10971] admiralty division of king’s bench to the court of appeal an elderly

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

[10976] The impact. Leverage, see?

[10978] He showed them the rising column of disks on the right.

[10988] —I’ll see him now in the Ormond, Lenehan said, and sound him. One

[10995] Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.

[11001] He followed M’Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.

[11005] —I know, M’Coy said. The drain, you mean.

[11012] Going down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall

[11013] Lenehan showed M’Coy how the whole thing was. One of those manholes

[11014] like a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in it,

[11016] vest and all, with the rope round him. And be damned but he got the rope

[11017] round the poor devil and the two were hauled up.

[11019] —The act of a hero, he said.

[11021] At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past

[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

[11036] pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. Fellow might damn easy

[11037] get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark.

[11039] The gates of the drive opened wide to give egress to the viceregal

[11046] They went up the steps and under Merchants’ arch. A darkbacked figure

[11047] scanned books on the hawker’s cart.

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

[11057] were fine plates in it worth double the money, the stars and the moon

[11063] over in the sun.

[11065] They crossed to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by the

[11072] eagerly. The annual dinner, you know. Boiled shirt affair. The lord

[11081] A card Unfurnished Apartments reappeared on the windowsash of number 7

[11086] —But wait till I tell you, he said. Delahunt of Camden street had the

[11087] catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher. Bloom and the wife were

[11092] —I know, M’Coy said. The year the missus was there...

[11097] all the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o’clock

[11098] the morning after the night before. Coming home it was a gorgeous

[11099] winter’s night on the Featherbed Mountain. Bloom and Chris Callinan

[11100] were on one side of the car and I was with the wife on the other. We

[11101] started singing glees and duets: Lo, the early beam of morning. She was

[11103] Every jolt the bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell’s

[11108] —I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the time.

[11114] —The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She’s a

[11115] gamey mare and no mistake. Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the

[11116] comets in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey: the great bear

[11117] and Hercules and the dragon, and the whole jingbang lot. But, by God,

[11118] I was lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At

[11122] God, he wasn’t far wide of the mark.

[11124] Lenehan stopped and leaned on the riverwall, panting with soft laughter.

[11130] hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M’Coy.

[11133] not one of your common or garden... you know... There’s a touch of the

[11136] Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria

[11139] cows. Lots of them like that at this moment all over the world. All

[11143] He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: Tales of the Ghetto

[11148] The shopman let two volumes fall on the counter.

[11152] Onions of his breath came across the counter out of his ruined mouth.

[11153] He bent to make a bundle of the other books, hugged them against his

[11154] unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.

[11156] On O’Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay

[11159] Mr Bloom, alone, looked at the titles. Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch.

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

[11164] A woman’s voice behind the dingy curtain. Listen: the man.

[11168] He read the other title: Sweets of Sin. More in her line. Let us see.

[11172] —All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the stores on

[11178] felt for the opulent curves inside her déshabillé.

[11180] Yes. Take this. The end.

[11184] The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her

[11188] Mr Bloom read again: The beautiful woman.

[11198] An elderly female, no more young, left the building of the courts of

[11200] the lord chancellor’s court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the

[11201] admiralty division the summons, exparte motion, of the owners of the

[11202] Lady Cairns versus the owners of the barque Mona, in the court of appeal

[11203] reservation of judgment in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident

[11206] Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy

[11207] curtains. The shopman’s uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven

[11208] reddened face, coughing. He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the

[11218] The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.

[11222] The lacquey by the door of Dillon’s auctionrooms shook his handbell

[11223] twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.

[11225] Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the curbstone, heard the beats of the

[11226] bell, the cries of the auctioneer within. Four and nine. Those lovely

[11230] The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it:

[11234] Bang of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint.

[11236] necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the College library.

[11243] —Stand up straight for the love of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said.

[11244] Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, the cornetplayer, head upon

[11250] —Stand up straight, girl, he said. You’ll get curvature of the

[11256] —Give it up, father, Dilly said. All the people are looking at you.

[11269] Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked, walked boldly along

[11272] —I know you did, Dilly answered. Were you in the Scotch house now?

[11274] —I was not, then, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Was it the little nuns

[11283] —Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus said threateningly. You’re like the rest of

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

[11294] The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.

[11300] The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his bell but

[11313] you all where Jesus left the jews. Look, there’s all I have. I got

[11314] two shillings from Jack Power and I spent twopence for a shave for the

[11323] —I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O’Connell

[11331] He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.

[11333] The viceregal cavalcade passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out of

[11338] The lacquey banged loudly.

[11340] Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself with a pursing

[11343] —The little nuns! Nice little things! O, sure they wouldn’t do

[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

[11351] alive. Lovely weather we’re having. Yes, indeed. Good for the country.

[11356] children. Most brutal thing. What do they say was the cause? Spontaneous

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

[11359] the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that... Now, you’re talking

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

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

[11378] Mr Kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter

[11380] street. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. Never built

[11381] under three guineas. Fits me down to the ground. Some Kildare street

[11382] club toff had it probably. John Mulligan, the manager of the Hibernian

[11386] Aham! Must dress the character for those fellows. Knight of the road.

[11387] Gentleman. And now, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom

[11388] again, sir. The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as the old saying

[11392] sailing westward, sailed by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the

[11398] Lambert’s brother over the way, Sam? What? Yes. He’s as like it as

[11399] damn it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a

[11407] Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant’s wife

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

[11418] Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the

[11419] corner of Guinness’s visitors’ waitingroom. Outside the Dublin

[11421] stood, the reins knotted to the wheel. Damn dangerous thing. Some

[11422] Tipperary bosthoon endangering the lives of the citizens. Runaway horse.

[11425] Menton’s office, led his wife over O’Connell bridge, bound for the

[11430] Times of the troubles. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those

[11433] cardsharping then. One of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table

[11441] on the wrong side. They rose in dark and evil days. Fine poem that

[11445] At the siege of Ross did my father fall.

[11455] Stephen Dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary’s

[11456] fingers prove a timedulled chain. Dust webbed the window and the

[11457] showtrays. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails.

[11461] Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights

[11462] shining in the darkness. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of

[11472] and held it at the point of his Moses’ beard. Grandfather ape gloating

[11475] And you who wrest old images from the burial earth? The brainsick words

[11479] Two old women fresh from their whiff of the briny trudged through

[11483] The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the

[11485] without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I

[11487] Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me

[11488] you who can. Bawd and butcher were the words. I say! Not yet awhile. A

[11494] Stephen went down Bedford row, the handle of the ash clacking against

[11497] round the roped prizering. The heavyweights in tight loincloths

[11501] He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.

[11503] —Twopence each, the huckster said. Four for sixpence.

[11505] Tattered pages. The Irish Beekeeper. Life and Miracles of the Curé of

[11511] Father Conmee, having read his little hours, walked through the hamlet

[11517] white wine vinegar. How to win a woman’s love. For me this. Say the

[11522] Who wrote this? Charms and invocations of the most blessed abbot Peter

[11531] Shut the book quick. Don’t let see.

[11536] glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. I told her

[11542] —I bought it from the other cart for a penny, Dilly said, laughing

[11548] He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal’s French primer.

[11578] —What’s the best news? Mr Dedalus said.

[11581] with two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance.

[11589] —The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I’m

[11593] He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in

[11599] He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.

[11604] crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards

[11609] —Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.

[11627] —Bad luck to the jewman that made them, Ben Dollard said. Thanks be to

[11633] glassyeyed, strode past the Kildare street club.

[11640] —That’s the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.

[11648] The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old chapterhouse of saint

[11650] by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the ford

[11653] Ben Dollard with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward,

[11654] his joyful fingers in the air.

[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

[11659] along. I saw John Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it

[11660] will cost me a fall if I don’t... Wait awhile... We’re on the right

[11666] of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the

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

[11674] Ben Dollard said. The landlord has the prior claim. I gave him all the

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

[11677] —That’s right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He’s a

[11678] minister in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that?

[11681] writ where Jacko put the nuts.

[11688] —The youngster will be all right, Martin Cunningham said, as they

[11689] passed out of the Castleyard gate.

[11691] The policeman touched his forehead.

[11695] He signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on

[11699] above the crossblind of the Ormond hotel.

[11702] Conmee and laid the whole case before him.

[11708] John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list, came after them

[11711] On the steps of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed

[11714] The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.

[11716] —Look here, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, overtaking them at the Mail

[11719] —Quite right, Martin Cunningham said, taking the list. And put down

[11720] the five shillings too.

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

[11737] brother-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the liberties.

[11740] the elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit, who walked

[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

[11748] speaking always, showed often the list at which Jimmy Henry did not

[11754] The tall form of long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.

[11763] —Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he

[11764] said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk.

[11767] about their damned Irish language. Where was the marshal, he wanted

[11768] to know, to keep order in the council chamber. And old Barlow the

[11769] macebearer laid up with asthma, no mace on the table, nothing in order,

[11770] no quorum even, and Hutchinson, the lord mayor, in Llandudno and little

[11776] Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to the

[11777] assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his

[11788] passed in and up the stairs.

[11790] —Come on up, Martin Cunningham said to the subsheriff. I don’t think

[11795] —Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long

[11796] John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning in the mirror.

[11803] Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air.

[11807] All turned where they stood. John Wyse Nolan came down again. From the

[11808] cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street,

[11810] before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. In saddles of the leaders,

[11813] —What was it? Martin Cunningham asked, as they went on up the

[11816] —The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse

[11817] Nolan answered from the stairfoot.

[11819] As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan whispered behind his

[11822] —Parnell’s brother. There in the corner.

[11824] They chose a small table near the window, opposite a longfaced man whose

[11837] —I’ll take a mélange, Haines said to the waitress.

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

[11852] The onelegged sailor growled at the area of 14 Nelson street:

[11865] Buck Mulligan bent across the table gravely.

[11868] never capture the Attic note. The note of Swinburne, of all poets, the

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

[11870] poet. The joy of creation...

[11877] Buck Mulligan’s watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her to

[11881] the cheerful cups. The moral idea seems lacking, the sense of destiny,

[11885] He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream.

[11895] He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.

[11902] street past Benson’s ferry, and by the threemasted schooner Rosevean

[11907] stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith’s

[11909] blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of College park.

[11915] At the corner of Wilde’s house he halted, frowned at Elijah’s name

[11916] announced on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the distant pleasance of

[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

[11926] having buffeted a thewless body. The blind stripling turned his sickly

[11927] face after the striding form.

[11933] the pound and a half of Mangan’s, late Fehrenbach’s, porksteaks he

[11935] blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley

[11936] and Mrs MacDowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles

[11937] and sipping sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from

[11938] Tunney’s. And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the

[11941] After Wicklow lane the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner,

[11942] stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to their

[11943] pelts and putting up their props. From the sidemirrors two mourning

[11945] meet sergeantmajor Bennett, the Portobello bruiser, for a purse of fifty

[11947] that’s the chap sparring out to him with the green sash. Two bar

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

[11951] turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry,

[11952] his collar sticking up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the

[11953] image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. One

[11954] of them mots that do be in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old

[11957] Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on. The best pucker going

[11958] for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow would

[11959] knock you into the middle of next week, man. But the best pucker for

[11960] science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of

[11964] and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was

[11965] telling him and grinning all the time.

[11969] Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to

[11970] his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The

[11971] blooming stud was too small for the buttonhole of the shirt, blooming

[11974] I’m in mourning? Uncle Barney said he’d get it into the paper

[11975] tonight. Then they’ll all see it in the paper and read my name printed

[11979] fly walking over it up to his eye. The scrunch that was when they

[11980] were screwing the screws into the coffin: and the bumps when they were

[11983] Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling

[11984] the men how to get it round the bend. A big coffin it was, and high and

[11985] heavylooking. How was that? The last night pa was boosed he was standing

[11986] on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney’s

[11989] be a good son to ma. I couldn’t hear the other things he said but I

[11995] lieutenantcolonel Heseltine, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal

[11996] lodge. In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de

[11997] Courcy and the honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. in attendance.

[11999] The cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by

[12000] obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern

[12001] quays. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through the

[12002] metropolis. At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted

[12006] E. White’s, the pawnbroker’s, at the corner of Arran street west

[12010] Broadstone terminus. In the porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with

[12011] the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward saw him with surprise.

[12012] Past Richmond bridge at the doorstep of the office of Reuben J Dodd,

[12013] solicitor, agent for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female

[12015] windows smiled credulously on the representative of His Majesty. From

[12017] hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. Above the crossblind

[12018] of the Ormond hotel, gold by bronze, Miss Kennedy’s head by Miss

[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

[12028] lino letters for her father who was laid up, knew by the style it was

[12029] the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn’t see what Her Excellency

[12030] had on because the tram and Spring’s big yellow furniture van had to

[12031] stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant. Beyond

[12032] Lundy Foot’s from the shaded door of Kavanagh’s winerooms John Wyse

[12033] Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord lieutenantgeneral and

[12034] general governor of Ireland. The Right Honourable William Humble, earl

[12036] watches and Henry and James’s wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the

[12038] and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the cavalcade. Tom Rochford,

[12039] seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, took his thumbs quickly

[12040] out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap to her.

[12043] Dudley, and upon lieutenantcolonel H. G. Heseltine, and also upon the

[12044] honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. From the window of the D. B. C. Buck

[12045] Mulligan gaily, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the viceregal equipage

[12046] over the shoulders of eager guests, whose mass of forms darkened the

[12050] in the glare. John Henry Menton, filling the doorway of Commercial

[12052] watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it. Where the

[12053] foreleg of King Billy’s horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her

[12054] hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the outriders. She

[12055] shouted in his ear the tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to

[12056] his left breast and saluted the second carriage. The honourable Gerald

[12062] a viceroy and unobserved. By the provost’s wall came jauntily Blazes

[12063] Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the

[12066] Blazes Boylan presented to the leaders’ skyblue frontlets and high

[12069] but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and

[12070] the red flower between his lips. As they drove along Nassau street His

[12071] Excellency drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of

[12073] laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège:

[12082] Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M. C. Green, H.

[12086] a fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr M. E. Solomons

[12087] in the window of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Deep in Leinster

[12089] his tallyho cap. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master

[12090] Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the gent

[12091] with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased

[12092] by porksteak paper. His collar too sprang up. The viceroy, on his way

[12093] to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer’s hospital,

[12097] the viceroy’s path. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding,

[12101] with wonder the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.

[12103] punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the salute of two small

[12104] schoolboys at the garden gate of the house said to have been admired

[12105] by the late queen when visiting the Irish capital with her husband, the

[12106] prince consort, in 1849 and the salute of Almidano Artifoni’s sturdy

11. Sirens

[12116] Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.

[12126] Blew. Blue bloom is on the.

[12134] Peep! Who’s in the... peepofgold?

[12140] Decoy. Soft word. But look: the bright stars fade. Notes chirruping

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

[12154] Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.

[12156] A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.

[12182] The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each, and for other,

[12241] Bronze by gold, miss Douce’s head by miss Kennedy’s head, over the

[12242] crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing

[12253] —Look at the fellow in the tall silk.

[12257] —In the second carriage, miss Douce’s wet lips said, laughing in the

[12262] She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against

[12263] the pane in a halo of hurried breath.

[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

[12287] The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came. For them

[12288] unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And

[12292] Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned

[12320] She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered

[12333] —No, said miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax

[12334] with the cherry laurel water?

[12336] Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror

[12342] —Try it with the glycerine, miss Kennedy advised.

[12371] —Don’t let me think of him or I’ll expire. The hideous old wretch!

[12372] That night in the Antient Concert Rooms.

[12398] By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.

[12410] gigglegiggled. Miss Douce, bending over the teatray, ruffled again her

[12422] —Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.

[12428] pinnacled by glossycombed, against the counterledge. All flushed (O!),

[12444] On. Where eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I net five

[12445] guineas with those ads. The violet silk petticoats. Not yet. The sweets

[12461] —Gorgeous, she said. Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the

[12475] —Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they

[12478] —You must have been a doaty, miss Douce made answer. And what did the

[12486] —With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce agreed.

[12488] With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane’s

[12490] her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought

[12491] pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two husky

[12494] —By Jove, he mused, I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must

[12495] be a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at

[12499] the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute.

[12505] —O, Idolores, queen of the eastern seas!

[12512] on the rye.

[12529] Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard, not seen, read on. Lenehan round the

[12532] —Peep! Who’s in the corner?

[12535] stops. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess.

[12553] —Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.

[12559] —Who may he be? he asked. Can you ask? Stephen, the youthful bard.

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

[12570] —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Lenehan. In

[12571] Mooney’s en ville and in Mooney’s sur mer. He had received the rhino

[12572] for the labour of his muse.

[12576] —The élite of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh

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

[12579] the O’Madden Burke.

[12588] He looked towards the saloon door.

[12590] —I see you have moved the piano.

[12592] —The tuner was in today, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking

[12597] —Didn’t he, miss Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind

[12608] Tink to her pity cried a diner’s bell. To the door of the bar and

[12615] Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the oblique

[12616] triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed indulgently her

[12617] hand), soft pedalling, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt

[12618] advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action.

[12625] on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke

[12630] Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond quay.

[12633] —Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.

[12640] Ternoon. Think you’re the only pebble on the beach? Does that to all.

[12646] From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the

[12655] —The bright stars fade...

[12659] —... the morn is breaking.

[12662] hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording,

[12663] called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love’s

[12666] —The dewdrops pearl...

[12668] Lenehan’s lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.

[12672] Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped.

[12685] Blazes Boylan’s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he

[12689] —See the conquering hero comes.

[12691] Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, unconquered

[12692] hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary hecat walked

[12710] Cowley’s red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff’s

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

[12752] lips that all but hummed, not shut, the oceansong her lips had trilled.

[12753] Idolores. The eastern seas.

[12758] Miss Douce took Boylan’s coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It

[12759] clanged. Clock clacked. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till

[12760] and hummed and handed coins in change. Look to the west. A clack. For

[12770] —Let’s hear the time, he said.

[12772] The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables.

[12774] the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not come:

[12783] High, a high note pealed in the treble clear.

[12801] Quavering the chords strayed from the air, found it again, lost chord,

[12819] —You’re the essence of vulgarity, she in gliding said.

[12822] chalice tiny, sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound

[12823] eyes went after, after her gliding head as it went down the bar by

[12842] —Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I’m coming.

[12844] He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the

[12851] Bob. Alf Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We’ll put a barleystraw

[12854] Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an eyelid.

[12857] ditty. We heard the piano.

[12868] He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with the:

[12869] hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool. His

[12872] Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered, he wanted

[12873] Power and cider. Bronze by the window, watched, bronze from afar.

[12878] Bloom sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He’s gone.

[12883] Miss Douce’s brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind,

[12884] smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting

[12885] light), she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. She drew down

[12886] pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the

[12891] —Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night, Father Cowley reminded

[12892] them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the

[12897] —A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn’t stop

[12898] him. He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.

[12900] —God, do you remember? Ben bulky Dollard said, turning from the

[12907] Where’s my pipe, by the way?

[12909] He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried two

[12912] —I saved the situation, Ben, I think.

[12917] Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the situa.

[12920] —I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano

[12921] in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration and

[12922] who was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business? Do you

[12923] remember? We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap

[12924] in Keogh’s gave us the number. Remember?

[12939] Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.

[12956] —Daughter of the regiment.

[12958] —Yes, begad. I remember the old drummajor.

[12971] —From the rock of Gibraltar... all the way.

[12973] They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze

[12978] he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods’ roes

[12987] you the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn.

[12994] Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

[12996] —War! War! cried Father Cowley. You’re the warrior.

[13003] —Sure, you’d burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said

[13006] In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would.

[13013] They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going?

[13015] be in the paper. O, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about

[13016] her outspread Independent, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles

[13018] said. O, not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by

[13022] I care not foror the morrow.

[13026] Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the bed,

[13028] I’m drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so

[13029] many! Well, of course that’s what gives him the base barreltone. For

[13036] lady’s) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the

[13043] Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the

[13049] mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the

[13050] bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore.

[13051] Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between

[13052] the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor’s

[13057] Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of

[13058] a lovely. Gravy’s rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp

[13059] that once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are

[13071] arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he

[13073] sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the

[13074] wind upon the headland, wind around her.

[13087] Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting,

[13088] touched the obedient keys.

[13090] —No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.

[13092] The keys, obedient, rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused.

[13106] Choirboy style. Maas was the boy. Massboy. A lyrical tenor if you like.

[13109] Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.

[13110] Backache he. Bright’s bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying

[13111] the piper. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Stave it off

[13112] awhile. Sings too: Down among the dead men. Appropriate. Kidney pie.

[13113] Sweets to the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic

[13114] of him. Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass, fresh

[13119] Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived: never. In the

[13120] gods of the old Royal with little Peake. And when the first note.

[13134] notes in one there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my

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

[13139] Bloom bent leopold ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase.

[13141] in the moon. Brave. Don’t know their danger. Still hold her back. Call

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

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

[13160] Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.

[13174] By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her bronze and rose, a

[13178] The harping chords of prelude closed. A chord, longdrawn, expectant,

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

[13190] bar. The door of the bar. So. That will do. Pat, waiter, waited, waiting

[13191] to hear, for he was hard of hear by the door.

[13195] Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low, not rain, not leaves

[13201] expect it in the least, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.

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

[13210] Tenors get women by the score. Increase their flow. Throw flower at his

[13214] Last look at mirror always before she answers the door. The hall.

[13216] comfits, in her satchel. Yes? Hands felt for the opulent.

[13218] Alas the voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud.

[13224] his wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he

[13225] doesn’t break down. Keep a trot for the avenue. His hands and feet

[13229] Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. That’s the

[13238] tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the

[13239] feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o’er sluices pouring gushes. Flood,

[13244] Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse

[13250] Still the name: Martha. How strange! Today.

[13252] The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. It sang again to

[13257] Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in

[13258] Drago’s always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass.

[13259] Still hear it better here than in the bar though farther.

[13264] black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate. After her.

[13293] aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the

[13294] etherial bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all

[13295] soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...

[13312] Blazes Boylan’s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before.

[13316] the mare went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too slow for

[13317] Boylan, blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, joggled the mare.

[13319] An afterclang of Cowley’s chords closed, died on the air made richer.

[13342] Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the

[13346] the night he, Richie, heard him, Si Dedalus, sing ’Twas rank and fame

[13349] Brothers-in-law: relations. We never speak as we pass by. Rift in the

[13350] lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more.

[13351] The night Si sang. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful,

[13354] That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It’s in the silence after

[13357] Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked the

[13367] Then tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the head. Outtohelloutofthat.

[13389] believe: George Lidwell, no: miss Dou did not: the first, the first:

[13390] gent with the tank: believe, no, no: did not, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell:

[13391] the tank.

[13393] Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

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

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

[13403] —Grandest number in the whole opera, Goulding said.

[13412] Musemathematics. And you think you’re listening to the etherial. But

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

[13417] you hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard. Begin all right: then

[13419] barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. Time makes the tune.

[13422] to invent dummy pianos for that. Blumenlied I bought for her. The

[13423] name. Playing it slow, a girl, night I came home, the girl. Door of the

[13430] It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a

[13432] Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Walking, you know, Ben, in the

[13439] Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom’s, your other eye,

[13453] enclos. Ask her no answ. Hold on. Five Dig. Two about here. Penny the

[13456] despise? Jingle, have you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught?

[13457] You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the string of her. Bye for today. Yes,

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

[13465] pain. If they don’t see. Woman. Sauce for the gander.

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

[13482] playing now? Improvising. Intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will

[13495] Blot over the other so he can’t read. There. Right. Idea prize titbit.

[13496] Something detective read off blottingpad. Payment at the rate of guinea

[13497] per col. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Poor Mrs Purefoy. U.

[13500] Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms.

[13501] Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be.

[13512] Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then

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

[13523] She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. And look at the lovely shell

[13526] To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding

[13531] Under Tom Kernan’s ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.

[13532] Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Well, sir, the husband

[13533] took him by the throat. Scoundrel, said he, You’ll sing no more

[13538] She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold in

[13543] Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard more

[13545] other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar.

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

[13553] seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? And Turks the

[13554] mouth, why? Her eyes over the sheet. Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave.

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

[13558] the ear sometimes. Well, it’s a sea. Corpuscle islands.

[13563] —What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled.

[13572] From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting. No,

[13574] Walks in the moonlight by the sea. No, not alone. With whom? She nobly

[13577] Bob Cowley’s twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The

[13578] landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he

[13583] Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the cattlemarket,

[13593] you are. Often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt. Then

[13597] Tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows. They can’t manage

[13599] open. Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to

[13600] hear. Want a woman who can deliver the goods.

[13607] Tinkling. Empty vessels make most noise. Because the acoustics, the

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

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

[13633] Bob Cowley’s outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.

[13642] But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of the

[13645] The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth’s fatigue made grave approach

[13647] and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.

[13654] ships’ lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the

[13657] The priest’s at home. A false priest’s servant bade him welcome.

[13658] Step in. The holy father. With bows a traitor servant. Curlycues of

[13664] The voice of warning, solemn warning, told them the youth had entered

[13666] the gloomy chamber, the vested priest sitting to shrive.

[13670] in a nest. Lay of the last minstrel he thought it was. See blank tee

[13674] Listen. Bloom listened. Richie Goulding listened. And by the door deaf

[13677] The chords harped slower.

[13679] The voice of penance and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous.

[13683] Latin again. That holds them like birdlime. Priest with the communion

[13684] corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuary, coffin or coffey,

[13692] The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had cursed

[13694] play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother’s rest

[13697] Bronze, listening, by the beerpull gazed far away. Soulfully. Doesn’t

[13701] They always know. Knock at the door. Last tip to titivate.

[13706] Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Tuning up. Shah of Persia liked

[13718] must hear twice. Nature woman half a look. God made the country man the

[13721] All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his

[13722] brothers fell. To Wexford, we are the boys of Wexford, he would. Last of

[13735] Ireland comes now. My country above the king. She listens. Who fears to

[13738] —Bless me, father, Dollard the croppy cried. Bless me and let me go.

[13743] Fellows shell out the dibs. Want to keep your weathereye open. Those

[13744] girls, those lovely. By the sad sea waves. Chorusgirl’s romance.

[13746] Mumpsypum. Laughter in court. Henry. I never signed it. The lovely name

[13749] Low sank the music, air and words. Then hastened. The false priest

[13751] heart. The thrill they itch for. Yeoman cap.

[13764] boy. She knew he meant the monkey was sick. Or because so like the

[13771] With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic

[13782] hearing. See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks. On yonder

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

[13787] But look. The bright stars fade. O rose! Castile. The morn. Ha. Lidwell.

[13791] On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand, lightly, plumply, leave

[13793] the polished knob (she knows his eyes, my eyes, her eyes) her thumb and

[13804] The chords consented. Very sad thing. But had to be.

[13806] Get out before the end. Thanks, that was heavenly. Where’s my hat.

[13808] the? No. Walk, walk, walk. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall

[13816] By deaf Pat in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.

[13819] Dolor! O, he dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to

[13822] By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties,

[13829] Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe

[13830] a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.

[13832] Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway

[13833] heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all

[13834] treading, boots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill to

[13845] Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar, mightily praisefed

[13847] castagnettes in the air.

[13868] Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly

[13879] Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll: the

[13882] He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him, that

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

[13887] murmured Mina. Mr Dollard. And The last rose of summer was a lovely

[13888] song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina.

[13890] ’Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round

[13896] nerves. Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth.

[13897] That rules the world.

[13903] Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with

[13907] Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.

[13910] only half way the way of a man with a maid. Instance enthusiasts. All

[13917] Queer up there in the cockloft, alone, with stops and locks and keys.

[13918] Seated all day at the organ. Maunder on for hours, talking to himself or

[13919] the other fellow blowing the bellows. Growl angry, then shriek cursing

[13928] —Ay, the Lord have mercy on him.

[13930] —By the bye there’s a tuningfork in there on the...

[13934] —The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? Lidwell asked.

[13936] —O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw,

[13954] Under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last, one lonely, last

[13957] —Very, he stared. The lower register, for choice.

[13966] But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation: Mickey

[13968] pig’s cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his

[13969] band part. Pom. Pompedy. Jolly for the wife. Asses’ skins. Welt them

[13981] own, don’t you see? Hunter with a horn. Haw. Have you the? Cloche.

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

[13990] custom shah of Persia. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. All the same

[13992] Muffled up. Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin. O,

[13993] the whore of the lane!

[13995] A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the day

[13996] along the quay towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form endearing?

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

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

[14000] you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke, that. Appointment we

[14002] sweet home. Sees me, does she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip.

[14003] Damn her. O, well, she has to live like the rest. Look in here.

[14010] wants to sell. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Wanted

[14011] to charge me for the edge he gave it. She’s passing now. Six bob.

[14013] Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund.

[14035] Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw

[14044] Must be the bur.

[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

[14064] I was just passing the time of day with old Troy of the D. M. P. at the

[14067] the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stony Batter

[14073] —Soot’s luck, says Joe. Who’s the old ballocks you were talking

[14076] —Old Troy, says I, was in the force. I’m on two minds not to give

[14077] that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms

[14082] —Devil a much, says I. There’s a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the

[14083] garrison church at the corner of Chicken lane—old Troy was just giving

[14085] to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a

[14086] hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury

[14091] —Ay, says I. A bit off the top. An old plumber named Geraghty. I’m

[14092] hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can’t get a

[14095] —That the lay you’re on now? says Joe.

[14097] —Ay, says I. How are the mighty fallen! Collector of bad and doubtful

[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

[14102] summonsed up before the court, so I will, for trading without a licence.

[14104] laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out. He drink me my teas. He

[14108] parade in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter

[14109] called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E. Geraghty,

[14110] esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city of Dublin, Arran quay ward,

[14111] gentleman, hereinafter called the purchaser, videlicet, five pounds

[14114] at threepence per pound avoirdupois, the said purchaser debtor to the

[14118] pence sterling: and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or

[14119] pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall

[14120] be and remain and be held to be the sole and exclusive property of the

[14121] said vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the

[14122] said amount shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser to the said

[14123] vendor in the manner herein set forth as this day hereby agreed between

[14124] the said vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one

[14125] part and the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns

[14126] of the other part.

[14139] —Ay, says I. Whisky and water on the brain.

[14141] —Come around to Barney Kiernan’s, says Joe. I want to see the

[14147] —Not a word, says Joe. I was up at that meeting in the City Arms.

[14151] —Cattle traders, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease. I want to

[14152] give the citizen the hard word about it.

[14154] So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the

[14157] that bloody foxy Geraghty, the daylight robber. For trading without a

[14160] In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan. There

[14161] rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. There sleep the mighty dead as in

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

[14164] gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the

[14165] grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse

[14166] fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to

[14167] be enumerated. In the mild breezes of the west and of the east the lofty

[14168] trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage, the wafty

[14169] sycamore, the Lebanonian cedar, the exalted planetree, the eugenic

[14170] eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which

[14172] proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs

[14176] voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless

[14177] princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth

[14178] sleek Leinster and of Cruachan’s land and of Armagh the splendid and

[14179] of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of kings.

[14182] by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for

[14185] descended from chieftains. Thither the extremely large wains bring

[14186] foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach,

[14189] York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and punnets of

[14198] And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed

[14201] Cuffe’s prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the

[14207] pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy

[14208] vales of Thomond, from the M’Gillicuddy’s reeks the inaccessible and

[14209] lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the gentle declivities of the

[14210] place of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance

[14213] hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun.

[14215] So we turned into Barney Kiernan’s and there, sure enough, was the

[14216] citizen up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that

[14217] bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would

[14218] drop in the way of drink.

[14221] his load of papers, working for the cause.

[14223] The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him would give you the creeps. Be

[14224] a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that bloody

[14225] dog. I’m told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a

[14237] —What’s your opinion of the times?

[14239] Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. But, begob, Joe was equal to

[14240] the occasion.

[14242] —I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his

[14245] So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:

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

[14251] —It’s the Russians wish to tyrannise.

[14258] —Wine of the country, says he.

[14264] —Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how’s the old heart, citizen?

[14269] And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck

[14272] The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was

[14277] rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his

[14279] hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse (Ulex Europeus).

[14280] The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue

[14282] obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest. The eyes

[14283] in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the

[14285] issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth

[14286] while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his

[14287] formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of

[14288] the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and

[14292] to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by

[14295] in high Balbriggan buskins dyed in lichen purple, the feet being shod

[14296] with brogues of salted cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same

[14299] yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of

[14301] Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O’Neill,

[14305] Conneff, Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight,

[14307] Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother

[14308] of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man

[14309] for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the

[14310] Gap, The Woman Who Didn’t, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John

[14312] sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the

[14313] Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen,

[14315] Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales,

[14316] Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin,

[14317] Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee,

[14319] Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller,

[14320] Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil

[14321] Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta,

[14324] savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that

[14330] So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the

[14336] —Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe? says I.

[14338] —Sweat of my brow, says Joe. ’Twas the prudent member gave me the

[14342] Greek street with his cod’s eye counting up all the guts of the fish.

[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

[14349] subsidised organ. The pledgebound party on the floor of the house. And

[14350] look at this blasted rag, says he. Look at this, says he. The Irish

[14351] Independent, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the workingman’s

[14352] friend. Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland

[14353] Independent, and I’ll thank you and the marriages.

[14358] Anne’s on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. How’s that,

[14360] Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham road, Stockwell,

[14361] Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude’s, Kensington by the very reverend

[14364] at the Moat house, Chepstow...

[14368] —Cockburn. Dimsey, wife of David Dimsey, late of the admiralty:

[14371] eh, my brown son! How’s that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?

[14373] —Ah, well, says Joe, handing round the boose. Thanks be to God they

[14374] had the start of us. Drink that, citizen.

[14378] —Health, Joe, says I. And all down the form.

[14380] Ah! Ow! Don’t be talking! I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint.

[14381] Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.

[14384] swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely youth and behind him

[14385] there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred

[14389] Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney’s

[14390] snug, squeezed up with the laughing. And who was sitting up there in the

[14391] corner that I hadn’t seen snoring drunk blind to the world only Bob

[14392] Doran. I didn’t know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the

[14395] the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a

[14409] The bloody mongrel began to growl that’d put the fear of God in you

[14410] seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.

[14418] round to the subsheriff’s for a lark. O God, I’ve a pain laughing.

[14419] U. p: up. The long fellow gave him an eye as good as a process and now

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

[14438] full of the foamy ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh and

[14439] Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats, cunning as the sons of

[14440] deathless Leda. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and

[14442] juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day

[14443] from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat.

[14445] Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the manner born,

[14446] that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that

[14447] thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals.

[14449] But he, the young chief of the O’Bergan’s, could ill brook to be

[14452] was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of

[14454] of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the

[14455] British dominions beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress

[14456] of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the

[14457] wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to

[14458] the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop.

[14460] —What’s that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, prowling up

[14465] —Here you are, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Talking about

[14475] So Joe took up the letters.

[14480] when the porter’s up in him so says I just to make talk:

[14487] —You what? says Joe, throwing down the letters. With who?

[14509] with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim’s... What?

[14516] —Maybe so, says Joe. They took the liberty of burying him this morning

[14521] —Ay, says Joe. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.

[14527] In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by

[14528] tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing

[14529] luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of

[14530] the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge

[14531] of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face. Communication was

[14532] effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery

[14533] and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus.

[14534] Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he

[14535] stated that he was now on the path of pralaya or return but was still

[14536] submitted to trial at the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the

[14538] in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a

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

[14542] from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were

[14544] hatakalda, wataklasat and that the highest adepts were steeped in

[14545] waves of volupcy of the very purest nature. Having requested a quart of

[14547] had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the

[14548] wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported

[14549] in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the

[14550] eastern angle where the ram has power. It was then queried whether there

[14551] were any special desires on the part of the defunct and the reply was:

[14552] We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Mind C. K.

[14553] doesn’t pile it on. It was ascertained that the reference was to

[14555] funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct, who had been

[14556] responsible for the carrying out of the interment arrangements. Before

[14558] the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under

[14559] the commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to

[14560] Cullen’s to be soled only as the heels were still good. He stated that

[14561] this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and

[14564] Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was

[14568] his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. Wail, Banba, with

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

[14575] —Bloom, says he. He’s on point duty up and down there for the last

[14584] And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest

[14585] blackguard in Dublin when he’s under the influence:

[14602] Terry came down and tipped him the wink to keep quiet, that they

[14604] Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you’re

[14607] —The finest man, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character.

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

[14610] for him go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney,

[14611] the bumbailiff’s daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that

[14612] used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was

[14613] stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing

[14616] —The noblest, the truest, says he. And he’s gone, poor little Willy,

[14619] And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that

[14623] the door.

[14625] —Come in, come on, he won’t eat you, says the citizen.

[14627] So Bloom slopes in with his cod’s eye on the dog and he asks Terry was

[14630] —O, Christ M’Keown, says Joe, reading one of the letters. Listen to

[14637] To the High Sheriff of Dublin,

[14639] Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful

[14640] case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i

[14650] —... Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith...

[14652] The citizen made a grab at the letter.

[14654] —Hold hard, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once

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

[14662] —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Here, says he, take

[14666] So they started arguing about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn’t and

[14676] —They’re all barbers, says he, from the black country that would

[14680] heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they

[14681] chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob a skull.

[14683] In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. Their

[14686] saith the Lord.

[14689] comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the

[14690] business and the old dog smelling him all the time I’m told those

[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

[14703] in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me

[14704] when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces

[14710] phenomenon, don’t you see, because on account of the...

[14713] this phenomenon and the other phenomenon.

[14715] The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered

[14716] medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the

[14717] cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would,

[14718] according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be

[14719] calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent

[14720] ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus,

[14721] thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly

[14722] dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood

[14723] to that part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ

[14724] resulting in the phenomenon which has been denominated by the faculty a

[14728] So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and

[14729] he starts gassing out of him about the invincibles and the old guard and

[14730] the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with

[14731] him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for

[14732] the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that

[14733] and the other. Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new

[14735] the place and scratching his scabs. And round he goes to Bob Doran that

[14737] course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him:

[14739] —Give us the paw! Give the paw, doggy! Good old doggy! Give the paw

[14740] here! Give us the paw!

[14742] Arrah, bloody end to the paw he’d paw and Alf trying to keep him from

[14743] tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old dog and he talking

[14745] intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip. Then he starts scraping a few

[14746] bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a Jacobs’ tin he told Terry

[14748] out of him a yard long for more. Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody

[14751] And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, the

[14753] and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and

[14754] she’s far from the land. And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown

[14755] cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Phenomenon! The fat heap he

[14757] Time they were stopping up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there

[14759] Bloom trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing

[14760] bézique to come in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating

[14761] meat of a Friday because the old one was always thumping her craw and

[14762] taking the lout out for a walk. And one time he led him the rounds of

[14763] Dublin and, by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought

[14764] him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the

[14765] evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn’t near roast

[14766] him, it’s a queer story, the old one, Bloom’s wife and Mrs O’Dowd

[14767] that kept the hotel. Jesus, I had to laugh at pisser Burke taking them

[14768] off chewing the fat. And Bloom with his but don’t you see? and but

[14769] on the other hand. And sure, more be token, the lout I’m told was

[14770] in Power’s after, the blender’s, round in Cope street going home

[14771] footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through

[14772] all the samples in the bloody establishment. Phenomenon!

[14774] —The memory of the dead, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and

[14781] —Sinn Fein! says the citizen. Sinn Fein amhain! The friends we love

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

[14784] The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. From the belfries far

[14785] and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the

[14786] gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums

[14787] punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance. The deafening

[14788] claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up

[14789] the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its

[14790] supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. A torrential rain

[14791] poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the

[14792] bared heads of the assembled multitude which numbered at the

[14794] Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person

[14795] maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and

[14796] reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on

[14797] their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from

[14798] the cradle by Speranza’s plaintive muse. Special quick excursion

[14799] trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of

[14801] amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and

[14802] M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual

[14804] with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody

[14806] will grudge them their hardearned pennies. The children of the Male and

[14807] Female Foundling Hospital who thronged the windows overlooking the

[14808] scene were delighted with this unexpected addition to the day’s

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

[14810] the Poor for their excellent idea of affording the poor fatherless

[14811] and motherless children a genuinely instructive treat. The viceregal

[14813] Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while

[14814] the picturesque foreign delegation known as the Friends of the Emerald

[14815] Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. The delegation,

[14817] (the semiparalysed doyen of the party who had to be assisted to his

[14818] seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane), Monsieur Pierrepaul

[14819] Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the

[14829] Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. All the delegates without exception expressed

[14830] themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning

[14831] the nameless barbarity which they had been called upon to witness. An

[14832] animated altercation (in which all took part) ensued among the F. O.

[14833] T. E. I. as to whether the eighth or the ninth of March was the correct

[14834] date of the birth of Ireland’s patron saint. In the course of the

[14837] of pig iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged. The

[14840] proposed the seventeenth of the month as a solution equally honourable

[14841] for both contending parties. The readywitted ninefooter’s suggestion

[14843] MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F. O. T. E. I., several

[14845] extricated from underneath the presidential armchair, it was explained

[14846] by his legal adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles

[14847] secreted in his thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the

[14848] affray from the pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing

[14849] them to their senses. The objects (which included several hundred

[14853] Quietly, unassumingly Rumbold stepped on to the scaffold in faultless

[14854] morning dress and wearing his favourite flower, the Gladiolus Cruentus.

[14857] so characteristic of the man. The arrival of the worldrenowned headsman

[14858] was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the huge concourse, the

[14860] the even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a

[14862] hiphip, vive, Allah, amid which the ringing evviva of the delegate of

[14863] the land of song (a high double F recalling those piercingly

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

[14866] seventeen o’clock. The signal for prayer was then promptly given by

[14867] megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore’s

[14868] patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the possession of his family

[14869] since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser

[14870] in attendance, Dr Pippi. The learned prelate who administered the last

[14871] comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death

[14873] cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the throne of grace

[14874] fervent prayers of supplication. Hard by the block stood the grim figure

[14875] of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot

[14877] furiously. As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his

[14879] in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been provided by the

[14881] near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various

[14882] finely tempered disembowelling appliances (specially supplied by the

[14884] a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon,

[14886] commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the

[14887] most precious victim. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats’ and

[14892] by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the

[14894] the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he,

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

[14896] and expressed the dying wish (immediately acceded to) that the meal

[14897] should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and

[14899] The nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing

[14900] bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders

[14901] and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be

[14902] launched into eternity for her sake. The hero folded her willowy form in

[14904] of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable

[14905] areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her

[14906] ardour to reach. She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of

[14910] to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the

[14911] banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes

[14912] of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed

[14913] heartily, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in

[14914] the general merriment. That monster audience simply rocked with delight.

[14915] But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands for the

[14917] and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke

[14918] into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary

[14919] himself. Big strong men, officers of the peace and genial giants of the

[14923] Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex, stepped

[14925] tree, solicited the hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to

[14926] name the day, and was accepted on the spot. Every lady in the audience

[14927] was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of

[14929] a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the gallant young Oxonian (the

[14930] bearer, by the way, of one of the most timehonoured names in Albion’s

[14931] history) placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive

[14932] engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock

[14933] the excitement knew no bounds. Nay, even the stern provostmarshal,

[14935] on the sad occasion, he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys

[14936] from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his

[14945] So then the citizen begins talking about the Irish language and the

[14946] corporation meeting and all to that and the shoneens that can’t speak

[14949] he cadged off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the

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

[14951] about the size of it. Gob, he’d let you pour all manner of drink down

[14952] his throat till the Lord would call him before you’d ever see the

[14960] then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers

[14961] shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. And one or two

[14962] sky pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the

[14963] females, hitting below the belt.

[14965] So howandever, as I was saying, the old dog seeing the tin was empty

[14970] —Afraid he’ll bite you? says the citizen, jeering.

[14974] So he calls the old dog over.

[14978] Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and the

[14979] old towser growling, letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera.

[14981] has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the

[14982] papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that. Growling

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

[14986] All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the

[14988] missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the

[14989] famous old Irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the sobriquet of

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

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

[14995] has left no stone unturned in his efforts to delucidate and compare the

[14996] verse recited and has found it bears a striking resemblance (the italics

[14997] are ours) to the ranns of ancient Celtic bards. We are not speaking so

[14998] much of those delightful lovesongs with which the writer who conceals

[14999] his identity under the graceful pseudonym of the Little Sweet Branch has

[15000] familiarised the bookloving world but rather (as a contributor D. O.

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

[15003] the satirical effusions of the famous Raftery and of Donal MacConsidine

[15004] to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the

[15006] by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not at liberty

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

[15008] allusion rather more than an indication. The metrical system of

[15009] the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and

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

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

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

[15016] The curse of my curses

[15024] So he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and, gob, you could

[15032] dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. Entertainment

[15040] in the way of liquid refreshment? says he.

[15044] Dignam’s. Martin asked me to go to the house. You see, he, Dignam, I

[15045] mean, didn’t serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the

[15046] time and nominally under the act the mortgagee can’t recover on the

[15050] landed. So the wife comes out top dog, what?

[15052] —Well, that’s a point, says Bloom, for the wife’s admirers.

[15056] —The wife’s advisers, I mean, says Bloom.

[15058] Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act

[15059] like the lord chancellor giving it out on the bench and for the benefit

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

[15061] Dignam owed Bridgeman the money and if now the wife or the widow

[15062] contested the mortgagee’s right till he near had the head of me addled

[15063] with his mortgagor under the act. He was bloody safe he wasn’t run in

[15064] himself under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a

[15070] was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and

[15073] Choking with bloody foolery. And shaking Bloom’s hand doing the tragic

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

[15080] you this favour. But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve

[15081] let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness.

[15083] —No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which

[15084] actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to

[15085] me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow,

[15086] this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of

[15087] the cup.

[15089] —Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. The goodness of your

[15091] the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose

[15096] o’clock. Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the

[15097] bobby, 14A. Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after

[15099] porter out of teacups. And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls,

[15100] Joseph Manuo, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he serving

[15102] the new testament, and the old testament, and hugging and smugging. And

[15103] the two shawls killed with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody

[15104] fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls

[15108] her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her,

[15109] no less, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady. Jack

[15110] Mooney’s sister. And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to

[15111] street couples. Gob, Jack made him toe the line. Told him if he didn’t

[15112] patch up the pot, Jesus, he’d kick the shite out of him.

[15114] So Terry brought the three pints.

[15116] —Here, says Joe, doing the honours. Here, citizen.

[15122] Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a small

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

[15129] —Nannan? says Joe. The mimber?

[15134] Field, M. P., the cattle traders.

[15136] —Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of

[15137] all countries and the idol of his own.

[15139] So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease

[15140] and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen

[15141] sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his

[15142] sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the

[15145] head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the

[15147] how to milk ducks. Pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel the wife

[15152] Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the best known

[15153] remedy that doesn’t cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot

[15162] to ask about it on the floor of the house of commons.

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

[15167] —Well, he’s going off by the mailboat, says Joe, tonight.

[15172] —Nannan’s going too, says Joe. The league told him to ask a question

[15173] tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the

[15174] park. What do you think of that, citizen? The Sluagh na h-Eireann.

[15176] Mr Cowe Conacre (Multifarnham. Nat.): Arising out of the question of

[15177] my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right

[15178] honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these

[15183] possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole

[15184] house. I feel I cannot usefully add anything to that. The answer to the

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

[15188] for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the

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

[15193] Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman’s famous

[15194] Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury

[15203] The speaker: Order! Order!

[15205] (The house rises. Cheers.)

[15207] —There’s the man, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival.

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

[15209] champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. What was your

[15212] —Na bacleis, says the citizen, letting on to be modest. There was a

[15213] time I was as good as the next fellow anyhow.

[15221] So off they started about Irish sports and shoneen games the like of

[15222] lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil

[15226] from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom. Do you

[15230] A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of Brian

[15231] O’Ciarnain’s in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag, under the auspices of

[15232] Sluagh na h-Eireann, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the

[15234] ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race.

[15235] The venerable president of the noble order was in the chair and the

[15237] the chairman, a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed,

[15238] a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard

[15239] of excellence ensued as to the desirability of the revivability of

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

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

[15242] Joseph M’Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation

[15243] of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening

[15244] by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly

[15246] met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the

[15247] negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in

[15249] a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal

[15251] need recalling here) A nation once again in the execution of which the

[15253] to have fairly excelled himself. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in

[15254] superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest

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

[15258] applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many

[15259] prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press

[15260] and the bar and the other learned professions. The proceedings then

[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.

[15265] Sp.; the rev. T. Waters, C. C.; the rev. John M. Ivers, P. P.; the rev.

[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,

[15269] V. F.; the very rev. William Doherty, D. D.; the rev. Peter Fagan, O.

[15270] M.; the rev. T. Brangan, O. S. A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C. C.; the

[15271] rev. M. A. Hackett, C. C.; the rev. W. Hurley, C. C.; the rt rev. Mgr

[15272] M’Manus, V. G.; the rev. B. R. Slattery, O. M. I.; the very rev. M.

[15273] D. Scally, P. P.; the rev. F. T. Purcell, O. P.; the very rev. Timothy

[15274] canon Gorman, P. P.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C. C. The laity included P.

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

[15289] the eye.

[15291] —Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up

[15292] the odds and he swatting all the time.

[15294] —We know him, says the citizen. The traitor’s son. We know what put

[15299] And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the

[15304] —Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only

[15305] a bloody fool to it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. See

[15306] the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. God,

[15307] he gave him one last puck in the wind, Queensberry rules and all, made

[15311] to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. Handicapped as

[15313] superlative skill in ringcraft. The final bout of fireworks was a

[15314] gruelling for both champions. The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped

[15315] some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been

[15316] receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some

[15317] neat work on the pet’s nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. The

[15319] the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the

[15320] point of Bennett’s jaw. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted

[15321] him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one. The men came to

[15322] handigrips. Myler quickly became busy and got his man under, the bout

[15323] ending with the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler punishing him. The

[15325] was liberally drenched with water and when the bell went came on gamey

[15326] and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in

[15327] jigtime. It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it. The two

[15328] fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. The referee twice

[15329] cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his

[15331] which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from

[15332] his opponent’s mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and

[15334] flat. It was a knockout clean and clever. Amid tense expectation the

[15336] Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared

[15337] victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the

[15341] running a concert tour now up in the north.

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

[15355] Hoho begob says I to myself says I. That explains the milk in the

[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

[15358] Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to

[15359] fight the Boers. Old Whatwhat. I called about the poor and water rate,

[15360] Mr Boylan. You what? The water rate, Mr Boylan. You whatwhat? That’s

[15361] the bucko that’ll organise her, take my tip. ’Twixt me and you

[15364] Pride of Calpe’s rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.

[15365] There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the

[15366] air. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew

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

[15370] And lo, there entered one of the clan of the O’Molloy’s, a comely

[15372] learned in the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble line

[15383] —God save you, says the citizen.

[15389] So J. J. ordered the drinks.

[15391] —Were you round at the court? says Joe.

[15397] Now what were those two at? J. J. getting him off the grand jury

[15398] list and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in

[15402] where no-one would know him in the private office when I was there with

[15403] Pisser releasing his boots out of the pop. What’s your name, sir?

[15412] —Ay, says Ned. And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only

[15413] Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the handwriting examined

[15419] —Was it you did it, Alf? says Joe. The truth, the whole truth and

[15420] nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson.

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

[15435] indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law.

[15439] —Still, says Bloom, on account of the poor woman, I mean his wife.

[15441] —Pity about her, says the citizen. Or any other woman marries a half

[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

[15455] account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the

[15458] bringing down the rain. And she with her nose cockahoop after she

[15460] the pope. Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney’s

[15461] moustaches, the signior Brini from Summerhill, the eyetallyano, papal

[15462] Zouave to the Holy Father, has left the quay and gone to Moss street.

[15465] defiance to the world.

[15468] be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. Hole. In my

[15482] And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter

[15483] and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in

[15491] One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of James

[15492] Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers

[15494] any green in the white of my eye? Course it was a bloody barney. What?

[15495] Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and

[15497] Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him,

[15498] swearing by the holy Moses he was stuck for two quid.

[15500] —Who tried the case? says Joe.

[15504] —Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf, you can cod him up to the two eyes.

[15508] dissolve in tears on the bench.

[15510] —Ay, says Alf. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn’t clap him in the

[15511] dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that’s minding stones,

[15512] for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

[15514] And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to cry:

[15519] —Yes, your worship. And my wife has the typhoid.

[15521] —And the wife with typhoid fever! Scandalous! Leave the court

[15524] hardworking industrious man! I dismiss the case.

[15526] And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and

[15527] in the third week after the feastday of the Holy and Undivided Trinity,

[15528] the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first

[15529] quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the

[15531] his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the

[15532] probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first

[15533] chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and

[15534] final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the

[15536] infant, of unsound mind, and another. And to the solemn court of Green

[15537] street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. And he sat him there about

[15538] the hour of five o’clock to administer the law of the brehons at the

[15539] commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the

[15540] county of the city of Dublin. And there sat with him the high sinhedrim

[15541] of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of

[15542] Patrick and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Owen and of the

[15543] tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Fergus and

[15544] of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of

[15545] Cormac and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Caolte and of the

[15548] truly try and true deliverance make in the issue joined between their

[15549] sovereign lord the king and the prisoner at the bar and true verdict

[15550] give according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. And

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

[15553] rightwiseness. And straightway the minions of the law led forth from

[15554] their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended

[15559] —Those are nice things, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland

[15560] filling the country with bugs.

[15563] telling him he needn’t trouble about that little matter till the first

[15565] and holy by this and by that he’d do the devil and all.

[15568] repetition. That’s the whole secret.

[15572] —Swindling the peasants, says the citizen, and the poor of Ireland. We

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

[15583] We brought them in. The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon

[15589] spider’s web in the corner behind the barrel, and the citizen scowling

[15590] after him and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and

[15593] —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that’s what’s the cause of

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

[15597] with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

[15601] And what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off

[15607] late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

[15617] —Well, says the citizen, what’s the latest from the scene of action?

[15618] What did those tinkers in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide

[15619] about the Irish language?

[15621] O’Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the

[15623] that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most obedient

[15624] city, second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, after

[15625] due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn

[15627] honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael.

[15629] —It’s on the march, says the citizen. To hell with the bloody brutal

[15632] So J. J. puts in a word, doing the toff about one story was good till

[15633] you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your

[15634] blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach

[15638] —Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen. To hell with

[15639] them! The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody

[15641] literature worthy of the name. Any civilisation they have they stole

[15644] —The European family, says J. J....

[15646] —They’re not European, says the citizen. I was in Europe with Kevin

[15654] And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo:

[15658] He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the

[15660] Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty

[15661] valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster

[15662] silent as the deathless gods.

[15671] —Throwaway, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest

[15683] says he. Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. Frailty, thy name

[15686] So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was

[15687] anything he could lift on the nod, the old cur after him backing his

[15688] luck with his mangy snout up. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.

[15692] —Keep your pecker up, says Joe. She’d have won the money only for

[15693] the other dog.

[15695] And J. J. and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom

[15698] —Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others’ eyes but they

[15699] can’t see the beam in their own.

[15701] —Raimeis, says the citizen. There’s no-one as blind as the fellow

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

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

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

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

[15710] in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole wide world. Where are the

[15711] Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar

[15712] now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and Tyrian purple to

[15713] sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even

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

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

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

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

[15724] land. Larches, firs, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast.

[15727] —Save them, says the citizen, the giant ash of Galway and the

[15729] Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair

[15734] The fashionable international world attended en masse this afternoon

[15735] at the wedding of the chevalier Jean Wyse de Neaulan, grand high chief

[15736] ranger of the Irish National Foresters, with Miss Fir Conifer of Pine

[15743] Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall,

[15746] graced the ceremony by their presence. The bride who was given away by

[15747] her father, the M’Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming

[15750] finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being

[15751] relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze. The maids

[15752] of honour, Miss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the

[15753] bride, wore very becoming costumes in the same tone, a dainty motif

[15754] of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated

[15755] capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of

[15756] paletinted coral. Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his

[15757] wellknown ability and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the

[15759] that tree at the conclusion of the service. On leaving the church of

[15760] Saint Fiacre in Horto after the papal blessing the happy pair were

[15764] the Black Forest.

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

[15767] Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were

[15768] pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.

[15772] —And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says the

[15774] again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom

[15775] of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a

[15776] fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O’Reillys and the

[15777] O’Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with

[15778] the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. And will again, says he, when the

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

[15780] to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor’s harps, no, the oldest flag

[15781] afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on

[15782] a blue field, the three sons of Milesius.

[15784] And he took the last swig out of the pint. Moya. All wind and piss like

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

[15787] multitude in Shanagolden where he daren’t show his nose with the Molly

[15788] Maguires looking for him to let daylight through him for grabbing the

[15793] —An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.

[15800] Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of

[15801] attending to the general public. Picture of a butting match, trying to

[15802] crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head

[15806] him. Gob, they ought to drown him in the sea after and electrocute and

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

[15812] —I’ll tell you what about it, says the citizen. Hell upon earth it

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

[15814] on the training ships at Portsmouth. A fellow writes that calls himself

[15817] So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew

[15818] of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the

[15820] brought out, howling for his ma, and they tie him down on the buttend of

[15823] —A rump and dozen, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir

[15824] John Beresford called it but the modern God’s Englishman calls it

[15825] caning on the breech.

[15829] —’Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.

[15831] Then he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long cane

[15832] and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor lad

[15835] —That’s your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that bosses

[15836] the earth. The fellows that never will be slaves, with the only

[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

[15841] —On which the sun never rises, says Joe.

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

[15846] They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth,

[15847] and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast,

[15848] born of the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified,

[15849] flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose

[15850] again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till

[15853] —But, says Bloom, isn’t discipline the same everywhere. I mean

[15854] wouldn’t it be the same here if you put force against force?

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

[15860] greater Ireland beyond the sea. They were driven out of house and home

[15861] in the black 47. Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside

[15862] were laid low by the batteringram and the Times rubbed its hands and

[15863] told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland

[15864] as redskins in America. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. But

[15865] the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full

[15866] of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro. Ay,

[15867] they drove out the peasants in hordes. Twenty thousand of them died in

[15868] the coffinships. But those that came to the land of the free remember

[15869] the land of bondage. And they will come again and with a vengeance, no

[15870] cravens, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan.

[15875] the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at

[15878] —Ay, says John Wyse. We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us

[15879] against the Williamites and they betrayed us. Remember Limerick and the

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

[15885] —The French! says the citizen. Set of dancing masters! Do you know

[15892] —And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe, haven’t we

[15893] had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George

[15894] the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that’s

[15897] Jesus, I had to laugh at the way he came out with that about the old one

[15898] with the winkers on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of

[15900] her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the

[15901] whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and

[15902] come where the boose is cheaper.

[15904] —Well, says J. J. We have Edward the peacemaker now.

[15906] —Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. There’s a bloody sight more

[15909] —And what do you think, says Joe, of the holy boys, the priests

[15911] Majesty’s racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses

[15912] his jockeys rode. The earl of Dublin, no less.

[15914] —They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says

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

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

[15947] I’m living in the same place for the past five years.

[15949] So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, trying to muck

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

[15960] The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and,

[15961] gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.

[15963] —After you with the push, Joe, says he, taking out his handkerchief to

[15967] repeat after me the following words.

[15969] The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish facecloth

[15971] of the Book of Ballymote, was then carefully produced and called forth

[15972] prolonged admiration. No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the

[15973] cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each

[15974] of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four masters

[15976] nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing),

[15977] a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. The scenes depicted

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

[15980] wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo

[15982] the time of the Barmecides. Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney,

[15983] the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins,

[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

[15988] castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown,

[15989] Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross

[15990] at Monasterboice, Jury’s Hotel, S. Patrick’s Purgatory, the Salmon

[15991] Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley’s hole, the three birthplaces

[15992] of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen,

[15993] the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal’s Cave—all these moving scenes

[15994] are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters

[15995] of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of

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

[16000] —That’s mine, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman.

[16005] Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar.

[16011] —Are you talking about the new Jerusalem? says the citizen.

[16018] lardyface standing up to the business end of a gun. Gob, he’d adorn a

[16020] then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as

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

[16029] —Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred. I must go now, says

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

[16035] —A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. Universal love.

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

[16043] Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist. Constable 14A

[16044] loves Mary Kelly. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. M.

[16046] the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. Old Mr Verschoyle with the ear

[16047] trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. The man in the

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

[16049] Majesty the Queen. Mrs Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. You love

[16058] —The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen.

[16063] What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women

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

[16065] pasted round the mouth of his cannon? The bible! Did you read that skit

[16066] in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that’s visiting

[16071] So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts

[16074] —A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented

[16075] yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting,

[16076] Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the heartfelt

[16077] thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his

[16078] dominions. The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which

[16079] the dusky potentate, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated

[16080] by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones,

[16081] tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial

[16082] relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that

[16084] the volume of the word of God and the secret of England’s greatness,

[16085] graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw

[16086] Victoria, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal

[16087] Donor. The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the

[16088] toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the

[16089] dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the

[16090] chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors’

[16091] book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the

[16093] applause from the girl hands.

[16096] bible to the same use as I would.

[16099] the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly.

[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.

[16110] —Well, says J. J., if they’re any worse than those Belgians in the

[16114] —Casement, says the citizen. He’s an Irishman.

[16116] —Yes, that’s the man, says J. J. Raping the women and girls and

[16117] flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can

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

[16125] Throwaway and he’s gone to gather in the shekels.

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

[16131] back that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the

[16133] the only man in Dublin has it. A dark horse.

[16137] —Mind, Joe, says I. Show us the entrance out.

[16141] Goodbye Ireland I’m going to Gort. So I just went round the back of

[16142] the yard to pumpship and begob (hundred shillings to five) while I was

[16145] Slattery’s off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings

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

[16147] telling me card party and letting on the child was sick (gob, must have

[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.

[16155] was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper

[16156] all kinds of jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off

[16157] of the government and appointing consuls all over the world to walk

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

[16160] Give us a bloody chance. God save Ireland from the likes of that bloody

[16162] him perpetrating frauds, old Methusalem Bloom, the robbing bagman, that

[16163] poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country

[16167] the road with every one.

[16169] —Well, it’s a fact, says John Wyse. And there’s the man now

[16172] Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power

[16174] the collector general’s, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the

[16175] registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the

[16176] country at the king’s expense.

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

[16181] —Ho, varlet! cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party.

[16184] So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.

[16186] Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard.

[16193] —Lackaday, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare

[16196] —How now, fellow? cried the second of the party, a man of pleasant

[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

[16202] messengers (God shield His Majesty!) you shall not want for aught. The

[16206] —Then about! cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty

[16216] —Gadzooks! cried the last speaker. That likes me well. Pistachios!

[16218] —Aha! cried he of the pleasant countenance. A poor house and a bare

[16225] —Isn’t that a fact, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen

[16226] about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?

[16232] —I, says Joe. I’m the alligator.

[16235] like the next fellow?

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

[16244] —We don’t want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian.

[16247] was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. We know

[16248] that in the castle.

[16250] —Isn’t he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? says Jack Power.

[16252] —Not at all, says Martin. Only namesakes. His name was Virag, the

[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

[16269] his that died was born. I met him one day in the south city markets

[16270] buying a tin of Neave’s food six weeks before the wife was delivered.

[16274] —Do you call that a man? says the citizen.

[16280] —And who does he suspect? says the citizen.

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

[16286] the like of that and throw him in the bloody sea. Justifiable homicide,

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

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

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

[16310] —Amen, says the citizen.

[16314] And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with

[16316] subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors

[16317] and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto,

[16319] and Vallombrosans, and the friars of Augustine, Brigittines,

[16320] Premonstratensians, Servi, Trinitarians, and the children of Peter

[16321] Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Elijah prophet

[16324] minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the sons of

[16325] Dominic, the friars preachers, and the sons of Vincent: and the monks

[16326] of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the confraternity of the

[16327] christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice. And

[16329] S. Isidore Arator and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S.

[16342] and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth

[16344] and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S.

[16347] Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S.

[16350] the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S.

[16353] and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of

[16361] Britain street chanting the introit in Epiphania Domini which beginneth

[16362] Surge, illuminare and thereafter most sweetly the gradual Omnes which

[16364] devils, raising the dead to life, multiplying fishes, healing the halt

[16365] and the blind, discovering various articles which had been mislaid,

[16366] interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures, blessing and prophesying.

[16367] And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father

[16368] O’Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick. And when the good fathers

[16369] had reached the appointed place, the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co,

[16371] brandy shippers, licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for

[16372] consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house and censed

[16373] the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and

[16374] the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches

[16375] and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with

[16377] blessed the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of

[16378] His light to inhabit therein. And entering he blessed the viands and the

[16379] beverages and the company of all the blessed answered his prayers.

[16404] I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when

[16407] —I was just round at the courthouse, says he, looking for you. I hope

[16417] —Don’t tell anyone, says the citizen.

[16424] —Don’t tell anyone, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him.

[16427] And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.

[16432] whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be all

[16433] at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car.

[16435] —Off with you, says Martin to the jarvey.

[16437] The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop the

[16438] helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward

[16439] with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard. A many comely nymphs drew

[16440] nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of

[16441] the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning

[16442] wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the

[16444] all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they

[16445] ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. Even so did

[16446] they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. And

[16447] they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the bark clave the

[16450] But begob I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the

[16451] citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the

[16452] dropsy, and he cursing the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and

[16458] And begob he got as far as the door and they holding him and he bawls

[16463] Arrah, sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ’

[16466] about bloody nothing. Gob, it’d turn the porter sour in your guts, so

[16469] And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door and

[16470] Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen bawling and Alf

[16471] and Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and

[16472] the loafers calling for a speech and Jack Power trying to get him to sit

[16473] down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over

[16474] his eye starts singing If the man in the moon was a jew, jew, jew and a

[16482] the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.

[16486] —Whose God? says the citizen.

[16491] Gob, the citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

[16493] —By Jesus, says he, I’ll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy

[16501] the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid

[16503] Thom’s, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure

[16504] for the distant clime of Százharminczbrojúgulyás-Dugulás (Meadow

[16505] of Murmuring Waters). The ceremony which went off with great éclat was

[16506] characterised by the most affecting cordiality. An illuminated scroll

[16507] of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to

[16508] the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the

[16509] community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully

[16510] executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornament, a work which reflects

[16511] every credit on the makers, Messrs Jacob agus Jacob. The departing guest

[16512] was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those who were present

[16513] being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck

[16514] up the wellknown strains of Come Back to Erin, followed immediately

[16515] by Rakóczsy’s March. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the

[16516] coastline of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three

[16517] Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the

[16518] Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the

[16519] Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the reeks of M’Gillicuddy, Slieve

[16520] Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Amid cheers that rent the

[16522] henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic

[16524] the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers

[16525] while, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges,

[16526] the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute

[16527] as were also those of the electrical power station at the Pigeonhouse

[16528] and the Poolbeg Light. Visszontlátásra, kedvés barátom!

[16531] Gob, the devil wouldn’t stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin

[16533] shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen’s

[16538] And Ned and J. J. paralysed with the laughing.

[16540] —Bloody wars, says I, I’ll be in for the last gospel.

[16542] But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag’s head round the

[16547] Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. Mercy of God the

[16549] it into the county Longford. The bloody nag took fright and the old

[16550] mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and

[16551] laughing and the old tinbox clattering along the street.

[16553] The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect. The

[16554] observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the fifth

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

[16557] of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. The epicentre appears to have been

[16558] that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn’s Quay ward and

[16560] and one square pole or perch. All the lordly residences in the vicinity

[16561] of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself,

[16562] in which at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in

[16564] feared all the occupants have been buried alive. From the reports of

[16565] eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by

[16567] headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the

[16569] with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of

[16570] the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick

[16572] in remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third

[16573] basaltic ridge of the giant’s causeway, the latter embedded to the

[16574] extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near

[16575] the old head of Kinsale. Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed

[16576] an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the

[16579] from all parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff

[16581] shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every

[16582] cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual

[16583] authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful

[16585] The work of salvage, removal of débris, human remains etc has been

[16588] the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall’s light infantry under

[16589] the general supervision of H. R. H., rear admiral, the right honourable

[16595] You never saw the like of it in all your born puff. Gob, if he got that

[16596] lottery ticket on the side of his poll he’d remember the gold cup, he

[16597] would so, but begob the citizen would have been lagged for assault and

[16598] battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. The jarvey saved his life by

[16604] And he shouting to the bloody dog:

[16608] And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old

[16609] sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his

[16611] Hundred to five! Jesus, he took the value of it out of him, I promise

[16615] the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in

[16616] the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment

[16617] as of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not

[16621] the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over

13. Nausicaa

[16631] The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious

[16632] embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of

[16633] all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the proud

[16634] promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bay, on

[16635] the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on

[16636] the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness

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

[16638] the stormtossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea.

[16640] The three girl friends were seated on the rocks, enjoying the evening

[16641] scene and the air which was fresh but not too chilly. Many a time and

[16643] chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy

[16644] Caffrey and Edy Boardman with the baby in the pushcar and Tommy and

[16646] caps to match and the name H. M. S. Belleisle printed on both. For Tommy

[16650] the sand with their spades and buckets, building castles as children do,

[16651] or playing with their big coloured ball, happy as the day was long. And

[16652] Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the pushcar while

[16656] him to tease his fat little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin.

[16665] Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was awfully fond of children,

[16668] promised him the scatty heel of the loaf or brown bread with golden

[16672] Caffrey. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, always with

[16674] red lips, a girl lovable in the extreme. And Edy Boardman laughed too at

[16675] the quaint language of little brother.

[16679] to this golden rule. The apple of discord was a certain castle of sand

[16681] wrong that it was to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the

[16683] selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman’s

[16685] that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas to relate!) the

[16686] coveted castle too. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master

[16687] Tommy drew the attention of the girl friends.

[16690] Jacky, for shame to throw poor Tommy in the dirty sand. Wait till I

[16694] big sister’s word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he

[16696] unmentionables were full of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the

[16698] speck of sand was to be seen on his smart little suit. Still the blue

[16700] away the hurtness and shook her hand at Master Jacky the culprit and

[16706] She put an arm round the little mariner and coaxed winningly:

[16723] —Nao, Tommy said on the verge of tears.

[16726] Edy Boardman to take him there behind the pushcar where the gentleman

[16732] gazing far away into the distance was, in very truth, as fair a specimen

[16737] taking of late had done her a world of good much better than the Widow

[16739] used to get and that tired feeling. The waxen pallor of her face was

[16746] at daggers drawn with Gerty (the girl chums had of course their little

[16747] tiffs from time to time like the rest of mortals) and she told her not

[16753] her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education

[16754] Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the

[16757] devoirs to her. Mayhap it was this, the love that might have been, that

[16759] meaning, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful

[16761] Gerty’s were of the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and

[16763] seductive. It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the Woman Beautiful

[16764] page of the Princess Novelette, who had first advised her to try

[16765] eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the eyes, so

[16771] it. She had cut it that very morning on account of the new moon and it

[16774] as a telltale flush, delicate as the faintest rosebloom, crept into

[16779] was about to retort but something checked the words on her tongue.

[16781] The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced up and broke out into

[16782] a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May

[16786] the boy that had the bicycle off the London bridge road always riding up

[16787] and down in front of her window. Only now his father kept him in in the

[16788] evenings studying hard to get an exhibition in the intermediate that was

[16790] he left the high school like his brother W. E. Wylie who was racing

[16791] in the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Little recked he

[16793] piercing to the core. Yet he was young and perchance he might learn

[16795] Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Virgin and then

[16797] he was what he looked, every inch a gentleman, the shape of his head too

[16798] at the back without his cap on that she would know anywhere something

[16799] off the common and the way he turned the bicycle at the lamp with his

[16800] hands off the bars and also the nice perfume of those good cigarettes

[16805] Gerty was dressed simply but with the instinctive taste of a votary of

[16808] was expected in the Lady’s Pictorial that electric blue would be worn)

[16809] with a smart vee opening down to the division and kerchief pocket (in

[16811] favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit) and a navy

[16812] threequarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure

[16815] at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. All Tuesday week afternoon

[16817] wanted at Clery’s summer sales, the very it, slightly shopsoiled but

[16820] the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her! And when she

[16821] put it on the waterjug to keep the shape she knew that that would take

[16822] the shine out of some people she knew. Her shoes were the newest thing

[16827] proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of

[16830] that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen (though

[16835] them herself and blued them when they came home from the wash and ironed

[16836] them and she had a brickbat to keep the iron on because she wouldn’t

[16837] trust those washerwomen as far as she’d see them scorching the things.

[16838] She was wearing the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her own colour

[16840] the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father

[16841] brought him in to study for the intermediate exhibition and because

[16843] morning she nearly slipped up the old pair on her inside out and that

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

[16850] worlds to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where, giving

[16852] though not too much because she knew how to cry nicely before the

[16853] mirror. You are lovely, Gerty, it said. The paly light of evening falls

[16855] Yes, she had known from the very first that her daydream of a marriage

[16856] has been arranged and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie T.

[16857] C. D. (because the one who married the elder brother would be Mrs Wylie)

[16858] and in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing a

[16861] woman’s birthright. The night of the party long ago in Stoer’s (he

[16863] round her waist she went white to the very lips. He called her little

[16864] one in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss (the first!) but

[16865] it was only the end of her nose and then he hastened from the room with

[16874] the strength of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a long

[16876] summer eve. With all the heart of her she longs to be his only, his

[16880] And while Edy Boardman was with little Tommy behind the pushcar she was

[16881] just thinking would the day ever come when she could call herself his

[16883] the face, Bertha Supple too, and Edy, little spitfire, because she would

[16889] in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the same direction,

[16890] then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though

[16891] she didn’t like the eating part when there were any people that made

[16894] drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the photograph of grandpapa

[16896] and chintz covers for the chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery’s

[16900] and they would go on the continent for their honeymoon (three wonderful

[16910] he wanted the ball and Edy told him no that baby was playing with the

[16911] ball and if he took it there’d be wigs on the green but Tommy said it

[16912] was his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the ground, if

[16913] you please. The temper of him! O, he was a man already was little Tommy

[16920] finger and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and

[16921] Tommy after it in full career, having won the day.

[16926] played here’s the lord mayor, here’s his two horses, here’s his

[16934] —On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily.

[16936] Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and crimsoned at the idea of Cissy

[16939] sure the gentleman opposite heard what she said. But not a pin cared

[16943] her nose. Give it to him too on the same place as quick as I’d look at

[16948] jaspberry ram and when she drew the jugs too and the men’s faces on

[16950] go where you know she said she wanted to run and pay a visit to the Miss

[16952] the evening she dressed up in her father’s suit and hat and the burned

[16955] one of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not one of your

[16958] And then there came out upon the air the sound of voices and the pealing

[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

[16961] benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament. They were there gathered

[16963] spectacle it was to see) in that simple fane beside the waves, after the

[16964] storms of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of the immaculate,

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

[16966] for them, the old familiar words, holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins. How

[16967] sad to poor Gerty’s ears! Had her father only avoided the clutches of

[16968] the demon drink, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit

[16971] the dying embers in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two

[16972] lights or oftentimes gazing out of the window dreamily by the hour at

[16973] the rain falling on the rusty bucket, thinking. But that vile decoction

[16975] childhood days. Nay, she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of

[16977] the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there was

[16978] one thing of all things that Gerty knew it was that the man who lifts

[16979] his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness, deserves to be branded

[16980] as the lowest of the low.

[16982] And still the voices sang in supplication to the Virgin most powerful,

[16984] her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman

[16985] off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey called the man that was so like

[16986] himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. You never saw him

[16989] (it was a palpable case of Doctor Fell) or his carbuncly nose with the

[16994] and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly

[16998] group taken. No-one would have thought the end was so near. Now he was

[17000] him for the rest of his days and he couldn’t even go to the funeral on

[17001] account of the gout and she had to go into town to bring him the letters

[17004] and cheery in the home.

[17006] A sterling good daughter was Gerty just like a second mother in the

[17009] it rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn’t

[17010] like her mother’s taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single

[17011] thing they ever had words about, taking snuff. Everyone thought the

[17012] world of her for her gentle ways. It was Gerty who turned off the gas at

[17013] the main every night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that

[17014] place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr

[17015] Tunney the grocer’s christmas almanac, the picture of halcyon days

[17016] where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a

[17019] story behind it. The colours were done something lovely. She was in

[17020] a soft clinging white in a studied attitude and the gentleman was in

[17023] arms that were white and soft just like hers with the sleeves back

[17025] pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the

[17028] The twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly fashion

[17030] no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he

[17031] could down towards the seaweedy rocks. Needless to say poor Tommy was

[17032] not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was

[17033] sitting there by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted

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

[17035] to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey called to the gentleman to throw it to

[17036] her please. The gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw

[17037] it up the strand towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the slope and

[17038] stopped right under Gerty’s skirt near the little pool by the rock.

[17039] The twins clamoured again for it and Cissy told her to kick it away and

[17048] her skirt a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a

[17049] jolly good kick and it went ever so far and the two twins after it down

[17050] towards the shingle. Pure jealousy of course it was nothing else to draw

[17051] attention on account of the gentleman opposite looking. She felt the

[17054] the most casual but now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a

[17055] look at him and the face that met her gaze there in the twilight, wan

[17056] and strangely drawn, seemed to her the saddest she had ever seen.

[17058] Through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted

[17059] and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of

[17064] that bright with hope for the reverend father Father Hughes had told

[17065] them what the great saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Mary, the

[17070] The twins were now playing again right merrily for the troubles of

[17073] she cried behind the hood of the pushcar and Edy asked where was Cissy

[17075] didn’t the little chap enjoy that! And then she told him to say papa.

[17080] eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the picture of

[17086] Cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to

[17087] sit up properly and say pa pa pa but when she undid the strap she cried

[17088] out, holy saint Denis, that he was possing wet and to double the half

[17089] blanket the other way under him. Of course his infant majesty was most

[17095] no use soothering him with no, nono, baby, no and telling him about the

[17096] geegee and where was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave

[17097] him in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was

[17101] of that and not get on her nerves, no hour to be out, and the little

[17102] brats of twins. She gazed out towards the distant sea. It was like the

[17103] paintings that man used to do on the pavement with all the coloured

[17104] chalks and such a pity too leaving them there to be all blotted out, the

[17105] evening and the clouds coming out and the Bailey light on Howth and to

[17106] hear the music like that and the perfume of those incense they burned

[17107] in the church like a kind of waft. And while she gazed her heart went

[17113] was a foreigner, the image of the photo she had of Martin Harvey, the

[17114] matinee idol, only for the moustache which she preferred because she

[17116] always dress the same on account of a play but she could not see whether

[17118] sitting. He was in deep mourning, she could see that, and the story of a

[17121] her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of

[17122] her shoes if she swung them like that thoughtfully with the toes down.

[17123] She was glad that something told her to put on the transparent stockings

[17127] that he was like no-one else. The very heart of the girlwoman went out

[17128] to him, her dreamhusband, because she knew on the instant it was him. If

[17136] make him forget the memory of the past. Then mayhap he would embrace her

[17140] Refuge of sinners. Comfortress of the afflicted. Ora pro nobis. Well has

[17143] the afflicted because of the seven dolours which transpierced her own

[17144] heart. Gerty could picture the whole scene in the church, the stained

[17145] glass windows lighted up, the candles, the flowers and the blue banners

[17146] of the blessed Virgin’s sodality and Father Conroy was helping Canon

[17147] O’Hanlon at the altar, carrying things in and out with his eyes cast

[17150] became a Dominican nun in their white habit perhaps he might come to the

[17151] convent for the novena of Saint Dominic. He told her that time when she

[17152] told him about that in confession, crimsoning up to the roots of her

[17153] hair for fear he could see, not to be troubled because that was only the

[17155] this life and that that was no sin because that came from the nature of

[17157] to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. He

[17160] present or a clock but they had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece

[17162] the time the day she went there about the flowers for the forty hours’

[17166] The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky

[17167] threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it. Little

[17169] a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their places, the both of

[17171] were afraid the tide might come in on them and be drowned.

[17175] Not they! What a great notion they had! So Cissy said it was the very

[17177] she ran down the slope past him, tossing her hair behind her which had

[17178] a good enough colour if there had been more of it but with all the

[17182] rip up her skirt at the side that was too tight on her because there

[17183] was a lot of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey and she was a forward piece

[17186] all the end of her petticoat running and her skinny shanks up as far as

[17193] they prayed, queen of the most holy rosary and then Father Conroy handed

[17194] the thurible to Canon O’Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed

[17195] the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she

[17196] was itching to give them a ringing good clip on the ear but she didn’t

[17199] he never took his eyes off of her and then Canon O’Hanlon handed the

[17200] thurible back to Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at the Blessed

[17201] Sacrament and the choir began to sing the Tantum ergo and she just swung

[17202] her foot in and out in time as the music rose and fell to the Tantumer

[17204] Sparrow’s of George’s street on the Tuesday, no the Monday before

[17207] neither shape nor form (the cheek of her!) because he had eyes in his

[17208] head to see the difference for himself.

[17210] Cissy came up along the strand with the two twins and their ball with

[17212] streel tugging the two kids along with the flimsy blouse she bought only

[17218] mile before you found a head of hair the like of that. She could almost

[17219] see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her

[17221] underneath the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath

[17222] caught as she caught the expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a

[17224] the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat

[17225] to brow till the lovely colour of her face became a glorious rose.

[17228] half smiling, with her specs like an old maid, pretending to nurse the

[17235] —What? replied Gerty with a smile reinforced by the whitest of teeth.

[17238] Because she wished to goodness they’d take the snottynosed twins and

[17239] their babby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just

[17241] asked her the time and Miss Cissy, as glib as you like, said it was half

[17246] the time by his conundrum.

[17250] watchchain, looking up at the church. Passionate nature though he was

[17252] had been there, fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze, and the

[17253] next moment it was the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed

[17256] Cissy said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the

[17259] watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the

[17261] measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones.

[17265] Then they sang the second verse of the Tantum ergo and Canon O’Hanlon

[17266] got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and he told

[17267] Father Conroy that one of the candles was just going to set fire to the

[17269] see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and she

[17271] could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch

[17274] her and she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against

[17275] her stays that that thing must be coming on because the last time too

[17276] was when she clipped her hair on account of the moon. His dark eyes

[17283] noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect

[17284] because it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place

[17285] to push up the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins’ caps and tidied

[17288] him the card to read off and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis

[17289] and Edy and Cissy were talking about the time all the time and asking

[17295] things like that she knew would wound like the confounded little cat she

[17296] was. Gerty’s lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she fought back

[17297] the sob that rose to her throat, so slim, so flawless, so beautifully

[17301] there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears. Their eyes were

[17305] —O, responded Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing, and the proud head

[17308] Her words rang out crystalclear, more musical than the cooing of the

[17309] ringdove, but they cut the silence icily. There was that in her young

[17315] look of measured scorn that would make him shrivel up on the spot. Miss

[17318] rage though she hid it, the little kinnatt, because that shaft had

[17325] the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time too because the

[17335] The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set

[17341] it off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction

[17342] because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet

[17343] seashore because Canon O’Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that

[17344] Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the

[17347] How moving the scene there in the gathering twilight, the last glimpse

[17348] of Erin, the touching chime of those evening bells and at the same

[17349] time a bat flew forth from the ivied belfry through the dusk, hither,

[17350] thither, with a tiny lost cry. And she could see far away the lights of

[17351] the lighthouses so picturesque she would have loved to do with a box of

[17352] paints because it was easier than to make a man and soon the lamplighter

[17353] would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along

[17354] by shady Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the

[17356] she read in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel

[17359] of that lovely confession album with the coralpink cover to write her

[17360] thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilettable which, though

[17361] it did not err on the side of luxury, was scrupulously neat and clean.

[17362] It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the tortoiseshell

[17363] combs, her child of Mary badge, the whiterose scent, the eyebrowleine,

[17364] her alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change when her things came

[17365] home from the wash and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it

[17368] that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had copied out of the

[17369] newspaper she found one evening round the potherbs. Art thou real, my

[17371] something about twilight, wilt thou ever? and ofttimes the beauty of

[17373] silent tears for she felt that the years were slipping by for her,

[17378] laughs at locksmiths. She would make the great sacrifice. Her every

[17379] effort would be to share his thoughts. Dearer than the whole world

[17380] would she be to him and gild his days with happiness. There was the

[17382] a widower who had lost his wife or some tragedy like the nobleman

[17383] with the foreign name from the land of song had to have her put into a

[17385] a very great difference? From everything in the least indelicate her

[17387] the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the Dodder that went

[17388] with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a girl’s honour,

[17389] degrading the sex and being taken up to the police station. No, no:

[17391] without all that other in spite of the conventions of Society with a big

[17392] ess. Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days

[17394] him because men were so different. The old love was waiting, waiting

[17396] of mine! She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart

[17397] that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for

[17398] her for love was the master guide. Nothing else mattered. Come what

[17401] Canon O’Hanlon put the Blessed Sacrament back into the tabernacle and

[17402] genuflected and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then he

[17403] locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and Father

[17409] And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over the

[17410] trees beside the church, blue and then green and purple.

[17414] And they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the church,

[17415] helterskelter, Edy with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and Cissy

[17416] holding Tommy and Jacky by the hand so they wouldn’t fall running.

[17418] —Come on, Gerty, Cissy called. It’s the bazaar fireworks.

[17422] see from where she was. The eyes that were fastened upon her set her

[17425] silent as the grave, and it had made her his. At last they were left

[17426] alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he could

[17427] be trusted to the death, steadfast, a sterling man, a man of inflexible

[17429] went over her. She leaned back far to look up where the fireworks were

[17433] rounded, and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart, his hoarse

[17434] breathing, because she knew too about the passion of men like that,

[17436] her swear she’d never about the gentleman lodger that was staying with

[17437] them out of the Congested Districts Board that had pictures cut out of

[17439] something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the bed. But

[17441] all the difference because she could almost feel him draw her face to

[17442] his and the first quick hot touch of his handsome lips. Besides there

[17443] was absolution so long as you didn’t do the other thing before being

[17448] account of that other thing coming on the way it did.

[17451] and the garters were blue to match on account of the transparent and

[17453] she leaned back ever so far to see the fireworks and something queer was

[17454] flying through the air, a soft thing, to and fro, dark. And she saw a

[17455] long Roman candle going up over the trees, up, up, and, in the tense

[17460] too, nainsook knickers, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than

[17461] those other pettiwidth, the green, four and eleven, on account of being

[17465] where no-one ever not even on the swing or wading and she wasn’t

[17467] because he couldn’t resist the sight of the wondrous revealment half

[17471] his lips laid on her white brow, the cry of a young girl’s love, a

[17472] little strangled cry, wrung from her, that cry that has rung through the

[17473] ages. And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! then the

[17479] Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent. Ah! She

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

[17489] secret, only theirs, alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to

[17490] know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening

[17493] Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the football field to show

[17499] into her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of

[17504] souls met in a last lingering glance and the eyes that reached

[17509] Slowly, without looking back she went down the uneven strand to Cissy,

[17511] darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and

[17519] left on the shelf and the others did a sprint. Thought something was

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

[17522] on show. Hot little devil all the same. I wouldn’t mind. Curiosity

[17525] such a bad headache today. Where did I put the letter? Yes, all right.

[17527] that nun told me liked to smell rock oil. Virgins go mad in the end I

[17529] Something in the air. That’s the moon. But then why don’t all women

[17530] menstruate at the same time with the same moon, I mean? Depends on the

[17532] step. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Anyhow I got the best of that.

[17533] Damned glad I didn’t do it in the bath this morning over her silly I

[17536] the country valise, voice like a pickaxe. Thankful for small mercies.

[17537] Cheap too. Yours for the asking. Because they want it themselves. Their

[17542] Tom. Willy’s hat and what the girls did with it. Do they snapshot

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

[17545] clean come and dirty me. And they like dressing one another for the

[17547] all on to take them all off. Molly. Why I bought her the violet garters.

[17548] Us too: the tie he wore, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. He

[17549] wore a pair of gaiters the night that first we met. His lovely shirt was

[17551] pin she takes out. Pinned together. O, Mairy lost the pin of her.

[17552] Dressed up to the nines for somebody. Fashion part of their charm. Just

[17553] changes when you’re on the track of the secret. Except the east: Mary,

[17557] themselves. And the others inclined to give her an odd dig. Girl friends

[17559] kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden. Nuns

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

[17573] Molly often told me feel things a ton weight. Scratch the sole of my

[17577] plants I read in a garden. Besides they say if the flower withers she

[17581] do the same and stags. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something.

[17583] tumble. Kiss in the dark and never tell. Saw something in me. Wonder

[17588] marrying. Beauty and the beast. Besides I can’t be so if Molly.

[17592] were on the rocks in Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money.

[17595] I forget to write address on that letter like the postcard I sent to

[17596] Flynn? And the day I went to Drimmie’s without a necktie. Wrangle

[17609] perhaps. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the

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

[17611] stage setting, the rouge, costume, position, music. The name too. Amours

[17614] Little sweetheart come and kiss me. Still, I feel. The strength it gives

[17615] a man. That’s the secret of it. Good job I let off there behind the

[17619] end the conversation. Ask them a question they ask you another.

[17622] for it: good evening. O but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly

[17624] night. All the dirty things I made her say. All wrong of course. My

[17627] kissed my hand when I gave her the extra two shillings. Parrots. Press

[17628] the button and the bird will squeak. Wish she hadn’t called me sir.

[17629] O, her mouth in the dark! And you a married man with a single girl!

[17632] Eating off his cold plate. Chap in the Burton today spitting back

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

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

[17638] when he changed his mind and stopped. Yet if I went the whole hog, say:

[17641] sake. Flatters them. She must have been thinking of someone else all the

[17642] time. What harm? Must since she came to the use of reason, he, he and

[17643] he. First kiss does the trick. The propitious moment. Something inside

[17644] them goes pop. Mushy like, tell by their eye, on the sly. First thoughts

[17646] that kissed her under the Moorish wall beside the gardens. Fifteen

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

[17653] like a rocket, down like a stick. And the children, twins they must

[17655] mother’s clothes. Time enough, understand all the ways of the world.

[17656] And the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth. I knew she

[17659] telling me the right time? I’ll tell you the right time up a dark

[17661] lips. Caressing the little boy too. Onlookers see most of the game. Of

[17664] Didn’t look back when she was going down the strand. Wouldn’t give

[17666] Fine eyes she had, clear. It’s the white of the eye brings that out

[17667] not so much the pupil. Did she know what I? Course. Like a cat sitting

[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

[17673] lives. Sharp as needles they are. When I said to Molly the man at the

[17678] Bred in the bone. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the

[17679] mirror to save the ironing. Best place for an ad to catch a woman’s

[17681] Prescott’s by the way that ad I must, carrying home the change in her

[17684] shaking it, to let the blood flow back when it was red. Who did you

[17685] learn that from? Nobody. Something the nurse taught me. O, don’t they

[17688] knows? Ways of the world. Young student. Straight on her pins anyway not

[17689] like the other. Still she was game. Lord, I am wet. Devil you are. Swell

[17691] like that frump today. A. E. Rumpled stockings. Or the one in Grafton

[17692] street. White. Wow! Beef to the heel.

[17696] Edy after with the pushcar and then Gerty beyond the curve of the rocks.

[17702] Did me good all the same. Off colour after Kiernan’s, Dignam’s. For

[17704] combined. Excitement. When she leaned back, felt an ache at the butt of

[17709] like my name and the address Dolphin’s barn a blind.

[17713] Place made me think of that I suppose. All tarred with the same brush.

[17714] Wiping pens in their stockings. But the ball rolled down to her as if

[17718] and papa’s pants will soon fit Willy and fuller’s earth for the baby

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

[17726] was in the Coffee Palace. That young doctor O’Hare I noticed her

[17728] marriageable. Worst of all at night Mrs Duggan told me in the City Arms.

[17730] in your nose in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Then ask in the morning:

[17731] was I drunk last night? Bad policy however to fault the husband.

[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.

[17735] Hands felt for the opulent. Just compare for instance those others. Wife

[17736] locked up at home, skeleton in the cupboard. Allow me to introduce my.

[17740] them. Chaps that would go to the dogs if some woman didn’t take them

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

[17751] the short of it. Big he and little she. Very strange about my watch.

[17753] influence between the person because that was about the time he. Yes, I

[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

[17760] stars. Little piece of steel iron. When you hold out the fork. Come.

[17768] stuck out, head back, about the farmer in the ridingboots and spurs at

[17769] the horse show. And when the painters were in Lombard street west.

[17771] flowers. It was too. Violets. Came from the turpentine probably in the

[17773] slipper on the floor so they wouldn’t hear. But lots of them can’t

[17774] kick the beam, I think. Keep that thing up for hours. Kind of a general

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

[17781] with a little jessamine mixed. Her high notes and her low notes. At the

[17782] dance night she met him, dance of the hours. Heat brought it out. She

[17783] was wearing her black and it had the perfume of the time before. Good

[17790] fine veil or web they have all over the skin, fine like what do you

[17794] kick, taking them off. Byby till next time. Also the cat likes to sniff

[17795] in her shift on the bed. Know her smell in a thousand. Bathwater too.

[17797] or the armpits or under the neck. Because you get it out of all holes

[17802] We’re the same. Some women, instance, warn you off when they have

[17804] Like what? Potted herrings gone stale or. Boof! Please keep off the

[17808] John had on his desk the other day. Breath? What you eat and drink gives

[17811] round treacle. Railed off the altar get on to it at any cost. The tree

[17812] of forbidden priest. O, father, will you? Let me be the first to. That

[17813] diffuses itself all through the body, permeates. Source of life. And

[17814] it’s extremely curious the smell. Celery sauce. Let me.

[17816] Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Hm. Into the. Hm. Opening of his waistcoat.

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

[17819] O by the by that lotion. I knew there was something on my mind. Never

[17820] went back and the soap not paid. Dislike carrying bottles like that hag

[17826] Fellows run up a bill on the slate and then slinking around the back

[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

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

[17837] Leopold Bloom. Payment at the rate of one guinea per column. And that

[17838] fellow today at the graveside in the brown macintosh. Corns on his

[17839] kismet however. Healthy perhaps absorb all the. Whistle brings rain they

[17840] say. Must be some somewhere. Salt in the Ormond damp. The body feels

[17841] the atmosphere. Old Betty’s joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton’s

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

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

[17847] the dark. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Jewels diamonds

[17850] the small guts for nothing. Still two types there are you bob against.

[17852] the shade after the sun. Some light still. Red rays are longest. Roygbiv

[17855] those nightclouds there all the time? Looks like a phantom ship. No.

[17856] Wait. Trees are they? An optical illusion. Mirage. Land of the setting

[17857] sun this. Homerule sun setting in the southeast. My native land,

[17863] sore on the mouth. Cut with grass or paper worst. Friction of the

[17866] apples. Grab at all that offer. Suppose it’s the only time we cross

[17867] legs, seated. Also the library today: those girl graduates. Happy chairs

[17868] under them. But it’s the evening influence. They feel all that. Open

[17870] ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the lamps. Nightstock in Mat

[17872] oilpainting of her then. June that was too I wooed. The year returns.

[17878] All quiet on Howth now. The distant hills seem. Where we. The

[17879] rhododendrons. I am a fool perhaps. He gets the plums, and I the

[17883] Tired I feel now. Will I get up? O wait. Drained all the manhood out of

[17885] comes. Or hers. Take the train there tomorrow. No. Returning not the

[17886] same. Like kids your second visit to a house. The new I want. Nothing

[17887] new under the sun. Care of P. O. Dolphin’s Barn. Are you not happy in

[17890] Louy, Hetty. Molly too. Eightyseven that was. Year before we. And the

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

[17897] leaned on the sideboard watching. Moorish eyes. Twenty years asleep in

[17898] Sleepy Hollow. All changed. Forgotten. The young are old. His gun rusty

[17899] from the dew.

[17905] likely. Hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity. Bell scared him

[17907] for us. And pray for us. And pray for us. Good idea the repetition. Same

[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

[17914] still. All instinct like the bird in drouth got water out of the end of

[17917] white. Colours depend on the light you see. Stare the sun for example

[17918] like the eagle then look at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish. Wants

[17920] the staircase. Colour of brown turf. Say you never see them with three

[17921] colours. Not true. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the City Arms

[17922] with the letter em on her forehead. Body fifty different colours.

[17924] what’s his name with the burning glass. Then the heather goes on fire.

[17925] It can’t be tourists’ matches. What? Perhaps the sticks dry rub

[17926] together in the wind and light. Or broken bottles in the furze act as

[17927] a burning glass in the sun. Archimedes. I have it! My memory’s not so

[17931] week got into the room playing with his shadow on the ceiling. Might

[17932] be the one bit me, come back to see. Birds too. Never find out. Or what

[17934] to fly over the ocean and back. Lots must be killed in storms, telegraph

[17936] floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows. Faugh a

[17938] handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the stormy

[17939] winds do blow. Married too. Sometimes away for years at the ends of the

[17942] home again. If ever he does. Smelling the tail end of ports. How can

[17943] they like the sea? Yet they do. The anchor’s weighed. Off he sails

[17944] with a scapular or a medal on him for luck. Well. And the tephilim

[17946] touch. That brought us out of the land of Egypt and into the house of

[17949] grim life, lifebelt round him, gulping salt water, and that’s the last

[17950] of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him. Do fish ever get seasick?

[17956] A last lonely candle wandered up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of

[17958] of violet but one white stars. They floated, fell: they faded. The

[17959] shepherd’s hour: the hour of folding: hour of tryst. From house to

[17960] house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the nine o’clock

[17961] postman, the glowworm’s lamp at his belt gleaming here and there

[17962] through the laurel hedges. And among the five young trees a hoisted

[17963] lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy’s terrace. By screens of lighted

[17965] Telegraph, stop press edition! Result of the Gold Cup races! and from

[17966] the door of Dignam’s house a boy ran out and called. Twittering the

[17967] bat flew here, flew there. Far out over the sands the coming surf

[17969] rhododendrons (he was old) and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle

[17971] slowly breathing, slumberous but awake. And far on Kish bank the

[17974] Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the same spot. Irish

[17976] breeches buoy and lifeboat. Day we went out for the pleasure cruise in

[17977] the Erin’s King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Bears in

[17978] the zoo. Filthy trip. Drunkards out to shake up their livers. Puking

[17979] overboard to feed the herrings. Nausea. And the women, fear of God in

[17982] But being lost they fear. When we hid behind the tree at Crumlin. I

[17983] didn’t want to. Mamma! Mamma! Babes in the wood. Frightening them with

[17984] masks too. Throwing them up in the air to catch them. I’ll murder you.

[17989] they love? Another themselves? But the morning she chased her with the

[17991] hand it was: now big. Dearest Papli. All that the hand says when you

[17994] sensitive, I think. Mine too. Nearer the heart? Padding themselves out

[17997] Strange moment for the mother too. Brings back her girlhood. Gibraltar.

[17998] Looking from Buena Vista. O’Hara’s tower. The seabirds screaming.

[17999] Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his family. Sundown, gunfire for the

[18000] men to cross the lines. Looking out over the sea she told me. Evening

[18004] from the others.

[18007] dull. Must be getting on for nine by the light. Go home. Too late for

[18008] Leah, Lily of Killarney. No. Might be still up. Call to the hospital to

[18009] see. Hope she’s over. Long day I’ve had. Martha, the bath, funeral,

[18016] Three cheers for Israel. Three cheers for the sister-in-law he hawked

[18018] old party for a cup of tea. The sister of the wife of the wild man of

[18019] Borneo has just come to town. Imagine that in the early morning at close

[18020] range. Everyone to his taste as Morris said when he kissed the cow. But

[18021] Dignam’s put the boots on it. Houses of mourning so depressing because

[18022] you never know. Anyhow she wants the money. Must call to those Scottish

[18025] looked at me. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the

[18028] O’Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. The sewage.

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

[18036] Something confused. She had red slippers on. Turkish. Wore the breeches.

[18042] Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand. He

[18047] post. Children always want to throw things in the sea. Trust? Bread cast

[18048] on the waters. What’s this? Bit of stick.

[18054] Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write a

[18059] Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Washed away. Tide

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

[18070] Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand.

[18072] Except Guinness’s barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by

[18075] He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now

[18081] Not even the smoke. And she can do the other. Did too. And Belfast. I

[18083] a moment. Won’t sleep, though. Half dream. It never comes the same.

[18087] love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed met

[18094] A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr Bloom

[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

[18110] to tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed the time she was there

[18113] sitting on the rocks looking was

14. Oxen of the Sun

[18136] which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in

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

[18140] efficaciously asserted than by the measure of how far forward may

[18141] have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that proliferent

[18142] continuance which of evils the original if it be absent when fortunately

[18143] present constitutes the certain sign of omnipollent nature’s

[18146] splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on

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

[18148] as no nature’s boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it

[18149] behoves every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher

[18150] of his semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the

[18151] nation excellently commenced might be in the future not with similar

[18153] traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that thither

[18154] of profundity that that one was audacious excessively who would have the

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

[18162] relate, among the Celts, who nothing that was not in its nature

[18163] admirable admired, the art of medicine shall have been highly honoured.

[18165] their greatest doctors, the O’Shiels, the O’Hickeys, the O’Lees,

[18166] have sedulously set down the divers methods by which the sick and the

[18167] relapsed found again health whether the malady had been the trembling

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

[18172] being said which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not

[18173] up to the present congrued to render manifest) whereby maternity was so

[18174] far from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient

[18175] in that allhardest of woman hour chiefly required and not solely for the

[18183] eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when the

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

[18199] conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of

[18214] In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising

[18217] God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins.

[18222] Loth to irk in Horne’s hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow

[18233] O’Hare Doctor in heaven was. Sad was the man that word to hear that

[18238] to his limbs. The man then right earnest asked the nun of which death

[18239] the dead man was died and the nun answered him and said that he was died

[18241] and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have his dear soul in his

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

[18247] naked forth from his mother’s womb so naked shall he wend him at the

[18250] The man that was come in to the house then spoke to the nursingwoman and

[18251] he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there in childbed.

[18252] The nursingwoman answered him and said that that woman was in throes

[18256] birth. Then she set it all forth to him for because she knew the man

[18257] that time was had lived nigh that house. The man hearkened to her words

[18258] for he felt with wonder women’s woe in the travail that they have of

[18263] And whiles they spake the door of the castle was opened and there nighed

[18265] against the place as they stood a young learningknight yclept Dixon. And

[18266] the traveller Leopold was couth to him sithen it had happed that they

[18267] had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this

[18268] learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be

[18273] them that were there. And the traveller Leopold said that he should go

[18274] otherwhither for he was a man of cautels and a subtile. Also the lady

[18275] was of his avis and repreved the learningknight though she trowed well

[18276] that the traveller had said thing that was false for his subtility. But

[18277] the learningknight would not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have

[18279] castle. And the traveller Leopold went into the castle for to rest him

[18283] And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of Finlandy

[18287] flames that they fix then in the horns of buffalos and stags that there

[18289] Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath that he

[18291] the board that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. And there was

[18292] a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay strange

[18295] in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the fatness

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

[18300] they teach the serpents there to entwine themselves up on long sticks

[18301] out of the ground and of the scales of these serpents they brew out a

[18304] And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold a draught and halp

[18305] thereto the while all they that were there drank every each. And childe

[18308] anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and

[18312] This meanwhile this good sister stood by the door and begged them at the

[18315] fast. Sir Leopold heard on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what

[18318] a franklin that hight Lenehan on that side the table that was older than

[18319] any of the tother and for that they both were knights virtuous in the

[18323] And the franklin that had drunken said, Expecting each moment to be her

[18324] next. Also he took the cup that stood tofore him for him needed never

[18328] the goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars’ hall and that was the

[18329] meekest man and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and

[18330] that was the very truest knight of the world one that ever did minion

[18331] service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the cup. Woman’s woe

[18334] Now let us speak of that fellowship that was there to the intent to be

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

[18338] medicine, and the franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa,

[18340] head of the board and Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long

[18342] Stephen, he was the most drunken that demanded still of more mead) and

[18343] beside the meek sir Leopold. But on young Malachi they waited for that

[18348] feasted him for that time in the honourablest manner. Ruth red him, love

[18353] put such case it were hard the wife to die (for so it had fallen out a

[18355] now was trespassed out of this world and the self night next before her

[18357] they said farther she should live because in the beginning, they said,

[18358] the woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of

[18361] were in doubt that the world was now right evil governed as it was never

[18362] other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the law nor his

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

[18365] should live and the babe to die. In colour whereof they waxed hot

[18366] upon that head what with argument and what for their drinking but the

[18367] franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that at the

[18368] least way mirth might not lack. Then young Madden showed all the whole

[18374] glorify their Maker, the one in limbo gloom, the other in purgefire.

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

[18380] overmuch drunken and the best word he could have of him was that he

[18383] Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young Malachi’s praise of that beast the

[18384] unicorn how once in the millennium he cometh by his horn, the other all

[18394] or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, as Virgilius saith, by the

[18395] influence of the occident or by the reek of moonflower or an she

[18397] peradventure in her bath according to the opinions of Averroes and Moses

[18398] Maimonides. He said also how at the end of the second month a human

[18401] to bear beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth the

[18407] him, who had ever loved the art of physic as might a layman, and

[18413] from the poor lendeth to the Lord for he was of a wild manner when he

[18417] pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour

[18422] lamb’s wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and

[18423] lie akeled (for it was then about the midst of the winter) and now sir

[18432] so as there remained but little mo if the prudenter had not shadowed

[18434] the intentions of the sovereign pontiff, he gave them for a pledge the

[18439] will comfort more than the other will dismay. See ye here. And he showed

[18440] them glistering coins of the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of

[18442] writ. They all admired to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of

[18445] this? Desire’s wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from

[18446] a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. Mark me now. In

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

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

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

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

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

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

[18459] then stands she in the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who

[18460] lives in the house that Jack built and with Joseph the joiner patron of

[18461] the happy demise of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous

[18467] Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. With will will we

[18470] Hereupon Punch Costello dinged with his fist upon the board and would

[18473] The first three months she was not well, Staboo, when here nurse Quigley

[18474] from the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it

[18477] turmoil might shorten the honour of her guard. It was an ancient and

[18481] they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with

[18483] seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou chuff, thou puny, thou

[18486] of that like a curse of God ape, the good sir Leopold that had for his

[18487] cognisance the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the

[18492] Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen what was the reason why he

[18494] the womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days.

[18496] deeds and how, as he heard hereof counted, he had besmirched the lily

[18500] the eternal son and ever virgin. Thereat mirth grew in them the more and

[18501] they rehearsed to him his curious rite of wedlock for the disrobing and

[18502] deflowering of spouses, as the priests use in Madagascar island, she

[18505] the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was

[18509] bed, to bed was the burden of it to be played with accompanable concent

[18510] upon the virginals. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative

[18511] suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the

[18512] paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial

[18516] his best remembrance they had but the one doxy between them and she of

[18517] the stews to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high

[18518] in those days and the custom of the country approved with it. Greater

[18521] saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the

[18524] thou wilt have the secondbest bed. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. And

[18525] all the people shall say, Amen. Remember, Erin, thy generations and

[18529] sinned against my light and hast made me, thy lord, to be the slave of

[18532] a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the Roman and to the Indian of

[18534] my people, upon the land of behest, even from Horeb and from Nebo and

[18535] from Pisgah and from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk

[18538] in the dark ways of my bitterness: and with a kiss of ashes hast thou

[18539] kissed my mouth. This tenebrosity of the interior, he proceeded to say,

[18540] hath not been illumined by the wit of the septuagint nor so much as

[18541] mentioned for the Orient from on high which brake hell’s gates visited

[18543] Tully saith of his darling Stoics) and Hamlet his father showeth the

[18544] prince no blister of combustion. The adiaphane in the noon of life is an

[18545] Egypt’s plague which in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is

[18546] their most proper ubi and quomodo. And as the ends and ultimates of

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

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

[18554] of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a mountain, an occulted

[18555] sepulchre amid the conclamation of the hillcat and the ossifrage. And as

[18556] no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall

[18557] thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way

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

[18563] longstablished vault, the crystal palace of the Creator, all in applepie

[18564] order, a penny for him who finds the pea.

[18566] Behold the mansion reared by dedal Jack

[18567] See the malt stored in many a refluent sack,

[18568] In the proud cirque of Jackjohn’s bivouac.

[18569] A black crack of noise in the street here, alack, bawled back. Loud on

[18570] left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. Came now the storm

[18572] witwanton as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry. And

[18575] was now of a sudden quite plucked down and his heart shook within the

[18576] cage of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm. Then did some

[18579] a blow on any the least colour. But the braggart boaster cried that an

[18584] the heavens so that Master Madden, being godly certain whiles, knocked

[18585] him on his ribs upon that crack of doom and Master Bloom, at the

[18588] the discharge of fluid from the thunderhead, look you, having taken

[18589] place, and all of the order of a natural phenomenon.

[18593] done away. And was he then neither calm like the one nor godly like the

[18595] could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the

[18597] there to find that bottle. Heard he then in that clap the voice of the

[18599] Why, he could not but hear unless he had plugged him up the tube

[18601] he was in the land of Phenomenon where he must for a certain one day die

[18602] as he was like the rest too a passing show. And would he not accept to

[18603] die like the rest and pass away? By no means would he though he must nor

[18605] has commanded them to do by the book Law. Then wotted he nought of that

[18606] other land which is called Believe-on-Me, that is the land of promise

[18607] which behoves to the king Delightful and shall be for ever where there

[18610] Chaste had pointed him to the way but the reason was that in the way he

[18612] said, is Bird-in-the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the true

[18615] flatteringly that she had him in her grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush

[18619] of Mothers the most lusted after and if they met with this whore

[18620] Bird-in-the-Hand (which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a

[18621] wicked devil) they would strain the last but they would make at her and

[18624] Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the very goodliest grot and

[18627] Jowl and, second, for that foul plague Allpox and the monsters they

[18634] were ye all deceived for that was the voice of the god that was in a

[18641] a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won’t sprout,

[18642] fields athirst, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the quags and tofts

[18643] too. Hard to breathe and all the young quicks clean consumed without

[18644] sprinkle this long while back as no man remembered to be without. The

[18645] rosy buds all gone brown and spread out blobs and on the hills nought

[18646] but dry flag and faggots that would catch at first fire. All the world

[18647] saying, for aught they knew, the big wind of last February a year that

[18648] did havoc the land so pitifully a small thing beside this barrenness.

[18649] But by and by, as said, this evening after sundown, the wind sitting in

[18650] the west, biggish swollen clouds to be seen as the night increased and

[18651] the weatherwise poring up at them and some sheet lightnings at first and

[18652] after, past ten of the clock, one great stroke with a long thunder and

[18653] in a brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the smoking

[18654] shower, the men making shelter for their straws with a clout or

[18655] kerchief, womenfolk skipping off with kirtles catched up soon as the

[18659] no more crack after that first. Over against the Rt. Hon. Mr Justice

[18660] Fitzgibbon’s door (that is to sit with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the

[18662] from Mr Moore’s the writer’s (that was a papish but is now, folk

[18665] from Mullingar with the stage where his coz and Mal M’s brother will

[18666] stay a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the earth he does

[18669] heifer, big of her age and beef to the heel, and all this while poured

[18678] through pleading her belly, and now on the stools, poor body, two days

[18679] past her term, the midwives sore put to it and can’t deliver, she

[18680] queasy for a bowl of riceslop that is a shrewd drier up of the insides

[18682] the knocks, they say, but God give her soon issue. ’Tis her ninth

[18685] written out in a fair hand in the king’s bible. Her hub fifty odd and

[18686] a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to be seen any fair sabbath

[18687] with a pair of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the sound with a

[18690] and all refreshed and will much increase the harvest yet those in

[18693] charm of the same gist out of the Hindustanish for his farmer’s

[18696] in the right guess with their queerities no telling how.

[18698] With this came up Lenehan to the feet of the table to say how the letter

[18701] Stephen’s persuasion he gave over the search and was bidden to sit

[18704] horseflesh or hot scandal he had it pat. To tell the truth he was mean

[18705] in fortunes and for the most part hankered about the coffeehouses

[18707] flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the bagnio and other rogues of the

[18714] mother’s son of them would burst their sides. The other, Costello that

[18717] butchered along of the plague. But they can go hang, says he with a

[18720] take of some salty sprats that stood by which he had eyed wishly in the

[18721] meantime and found the place which was indeed the chief design of his

[18722] embassy as he was sharpset. Mort aux vaches, says Frank then in the

[18726] who could ill keep him to school to learn his letters and the use of

[18727] the globes, matriculated at the university to study the mechanics but

[18728] he took the bit between his teeth like a raw colt and was more familiar

[18729] with the justiciary and the parish beadle than with his volumes. One

[18731] would keep him from the bearpit and the cocking main, then he was

[18732] for the ocean sea or to hoof it on the roads with the romany folk,

[18736] father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he saw him.

[18738] the drift of it, will they slaughter all? I protest I saw them but this

[18739] day morning going to the Liverpool boats, says he. I can scarce believe

[18740] ’tis so bad, says he. And he had experience of the like brood beasts

[18745] the hoose or the timber tongue. Mr Stephen, a little moved but very

[18746] handsomely told him no such matter and that he had dispatches from the

[18747] emperor’s chief tailtickler thanking him for the hospitality, that

[18748] was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all

[18749] Muscovy, with a bolus or two of physic to take the bull by the horns.

[18750] Come, come, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. He’ll find himself on the

[18752] Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr Stephen, and he sent the ale

[18755] farmer Nicholas, the bravest cattlebreeder of them all, with an emerald

[18756] ring in his nose. True for you, says Mr Vincent cross the table, and a

[18757] bullseye into the bargain, says he, and a plumper and a portlier bull,

[18759] of gold and a sweet smoky breath coming out of his nostrils so that the

[18764] himself. So be off now, says he, and do all my cousin german the lord

[18766] his posteriors very soundly. But the slap and the blessing stood him

[18768] of the other so that maid, wife, abbess and widow to this day affirm

[18769] that they would rather any time of the month whisper in his ear in the

[18770] dark of a cowhouse or get a lick on the nape from his long holy tongue

[18771] than lie with the finest strapping young ravisher in the four fields of

[18775] spermacetic oil and built stables for him at every turn of the road

[18776] with a gold manger in each full of the best hay in the market so that he

[18777] could doss and dung to his heart’s content. By this time the father of

[18778] the faithful (for so they called him) was grown so heavy that he could

[18784] nought to grow in all the land but green grass for himself (for that was

[18785] the only colour to his mind) and there was a board put up on a hillock

[18786] in the middle of the island with a printed notice, saying: By the Lord

[18787] Harry, Green is the grass that grows on the ground. And, says Mr Dixon,

[18788] if ever he got scent of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the wilds of

[18790] of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he’d run amok over half the

[18793] Mr Vincent, and the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas all the old Nicks

[18794] in the world and an old whoremaster that kept seven trulls in his house

[18796] hell, says he, with the help of that good pizzle my father left me. But

[18797] one evening, says Mr Dixon, when the lord Harry was cleaning his royal

[18799] himself but the first rule of the course was that the others were to row

[18801] and on picking up a blackthumbed chapbook that he kept in the pantry

[18802] he found sure enough that he was a lefthanded descendant of the famous

[18803] champion bull of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which is good bog Latin for boss

[18804] of the show. After that, says Mr Vincent, the lord Harry put his head

[18805] into a cow’s drinkingtrough in the presence of all his courtiers and

[18806] pulling it out again told them all his new name. Then, with the water

[18808] his grandmother and bought a grammar of the bulls’ language to study

[18809] but he could never learn a word of it except the first personal pronoun

[18812] fancy, the side of a rock or a teahouse table or a bale of cotton or

[18813] a corkfloat. In short, he and the bull of Ireland were soon as fast

[18814] friends as an arse and a shirt. They were, says Mr Stephen, and the end

[18815] was that the men of the island seeing no help was toward, as the ungrate

[18817] their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the

[18818] yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three sheets in the wind,

[18820] ran up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let the bullgine run,

[18821] pushed off in their bumboat and put to sea to recover the main of

[18822] America. Which was the occasion, says Mr Vincent, of the composing by a

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

[18828] as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a friend

[18831] cornetcy in the fencibles and list for the wars. Mr Mulligan was civil

[18832] enough to express some relish of it all the more as it jumped with a

[18833] project of his own for the cure of the very evil that had been touched

[18834] on. Whereat he handed round to the company a set of pasteboard cards

[18838] from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir

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

[18843] standing. Mr Mulligan accepted of the invitation and, expatiating upon

[18845] a consideration of the causes of sterility, both the inhibitory and the

[18846] prohibitory, whether the inhibition in its turn were due to conjugal

[18847] vexations or to a parsimony of the balance as well as whether the

[18849] acquired. It grieved him plaguily, he said, to see the nuptial couch

[18851] females with rich jointures, a prey to the vilest bonzes, who hide their

[18853] bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might

[18854] multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of

[18859] resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of Lambay

[18863] hewn and erected after the fashion of Egypt and to offer his dutiful

[18864] yeoman services for the fecundation of any female of what grade of life

[18865] soever who should there direct to him with the desire of fulfilling the

[18867] take a penny for his pains. The poorest kitchenwench no less than the

[18871] diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, the flesh of these

[18876] which he had shielded it. They both, it seems, had been overtaken by the

[18882] also to carry coals to Newcastle. Mr Mulligan however made court to the

[18883] scholarly by an apt quotation from the classics which, as it dwelt

[18889] he drove home his point by analogies of the animal kingdom more suitable

[18890] to their stomach, the buck and doe of the forest glade, the farmyard

[18895] animadversions of some heat upon the sudden whimsy of the atmospherics

[18896] while the company lavished their encomiums upon the project he had

[18897] advanced. The young gentleman, his friend, overjoyed as he was at a

[18899] nearest neighbour. Mr Mulligan, now perceiving the table, asked for whom

[18900] were those loaves and fishes and, seeing the stranger, he made him

[18907] Dixon, to turn the table, took on to ask of Mr Mulligan himself whether

[18909] ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due,

[18910] as with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to a wolf in the stomach.

[18912] himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an admirable droll

[18913] mimic of Mother Grogan (the most excellent creature of her sex though

[18915] bastard. This was so happy a conceit that it renewed the storm of mirth

[18916] and threw the whole room into the most violent agitations of delight.

[18917] The spry rattle had run on in the same vein of mimicry but for some

[18918] larum in the antechamber.

[18920] Here the listener who was none other than the Scotch student, a little

[18921] fume of a fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the liveliest fashion

[18922] with the young gentleman and, interrupting the narrative at a salient

[18923] point, having desired his visavis with a polite beck to have the

[18924] obligingness to pass him a flagon of cordial waters at the same time by

[18925] a questioning poise of the head (a whole century of polite breeding had

[18927] contrary balance of the bottle asked the narrator as plainly as was ever

[18932] and a cupful of water from the well, my God, I would accept of them and

[18933] find it in my heart to kneel down upon the ground and give thanks to

[18934] the powers above for the happiness vouchsafed me by the Giver of good

[18935] things. With these words he approached the goblet to his lips, took a

[18936] complacent draught of the cordial, slicked his hair and, opening his

[18944] impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the hands of

[18945] such an enemy or to quit the field for ever. I declare, I was never so

[18946] touched in all my life. God, I thank thee, as the Author of my days!

[18949] replaced the locket in his bosom, he wiped his eye and sighed again.

[18952] thrall the free and the bond, the simple swain and the polished coxcomb,

[18953] the lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of maturer

[18954] years. But indeed, sir, I wander from the point. How mingled and

[18958] seven showers, we were neither of us a penny the worse. But beshrew me,

[18961] from whom I can have for a livre as snug a cloak of the French fashion

[18964] (I have just cracked a half bottle avec lui in a circle of the best wits

[18965] of the town), is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre biche, they have

[18966] a rain that will wet through any, even the stoutest cloak. A drenching

[18969] livre! cries Monsieur Lynch. The clumsy things are dear at a sou. One

[18975] butterflies), dame Nature, by the divine blessing, has implanted it in

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

[18978] breach of the proprieties, is the fittest, nay, the only garment. The

[18980] tilbury, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her tongue the outer

[18981] chamber of my ear), the first is a bath... But at this point a bell

[18982] tinkling in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for

[18983] the enrichment of our store of knowledge.

[18985] Amid the general vacant hilarity of the assembly a bell rang and, while

[18986] all were conjecturing what might be the cause, Miss Callan entered and,

[18988] a profound bow to the company. The presence even for a moment among a

[18990] not less severe than beautiful refrained the humourous sallies even of

[18991] the most licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak of

[18995] so, said Mr Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater

[18996] hospice. Demme, does not Doctor O’Gargle chuck the nuns there under

[18997] the chin. As I look to be saved I had it from my Kitty who has been

[18999] the young blood in the primrose vest, feigning a womanish simper and

[19000] with immodest squirmings of his body, how you do tease a body! Drat the

[19003] choke me, cried Costello, if she aint in the family way. I knows a lady

[19004] what’s got a white swelling quick as I claps eyes on her. The young

[19005] surgeon, however, rose and begged the company to excuse his retreat as

[19006] the nurse had just then informed him that he was needed in the ward.

[19007] Merciful providence had been pleased to put a period to the sufferings

[19008] of the lady who was enceinte which she had borne with a laudable

[19011] revile an ennobling profession which, saving the reverence due to the

[19012] Deity, is the greatest power for happiness upon the earth. I am positive

[19013] when I say that if need were I could produce a cloud of witnesses to the

[19015] should be a glorious incentive in the human breast. I cannot away with

[19016] them. What? Malign such an one, the amiable Miss Callan, who is the

[19017] lustre of her own sex and the astonishment of ours? And at an instant

[19018] the most momentous that can befall a puny child of clay? Perish the

[19019] thought! I shudder to think of the future of a race where the seeds of

[19022] rebuke he saluted those present on the by and repaired to the door. A

[19023] murmur of approval arose from all and some were for ejecting the low

[19027] a round hand) that he was as good a son of the true fold as ever drew

[19028] breath. Stap my vitals, said he, them was always the sentiments of

[19030] father and thy mother that had the best hand to a rolypoly or a hasty

[19034] some impudent mocks which he however had borne with as being the fruits

[19036] pity. The young sparks, it is true, were as full of extravagancies

[19037] as overgrown children: the words of their tumultuary discussions

[19040] they scrupulously sensible of the proprieties though their fund of

[19041] strong animal spirits spoke in their behalf. But the word of Mr Costello

[19042] was an unwelcome language for him for he nauseated the wretch that

[19044] of wedlock and thrust like a crookback toothed and feet first into the

[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

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

[19049] passed through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and, being of a

[19052] them with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that

[19055] wits at the cost of feminine delicacy (a habit of mind which he never

[19056] did hold with) to them he would concede neither to bear the name nor to

[19057] herit the tradition of a proper breeding: while for such that, having

[19058] lost all forbearance, can lose no more, there remained the sharp

[19061] which, caring nought for the mows of dotards or the gruntlings of the

[19062] severe, is ever (as the chaste fancy of the Holy Writer expresses it)

[19063] for eating of the tree forbid it yet not so far forth as to pretermit

[19065] about her lawful occasions. To conclude, while from the sister’s

[19067] be owned, not a little alleviated by the intelligence that the issue so

[19068] auspicated after an ordeal of such duress now testified once more to the

[19069] mercy as well as to the bounty of the Supreme Being.

[19072] his notion of the thing, his opinion (who ought not perchance to express

[19074] to be rejoiced by this freshest news of the fruition of her confinement

[19075] since she had been in such pain through no fault of hers. The dressy

[19078] must acquaint you, said Mr Crotthers, clapping on the table so as to

[19082] bade him hold himself in readiness for that the event would burst

[19083] anon. ’Slife, I’ll be round with you. I cannot but extol the virile

[19084] potency of the old bucko that could still knock another child out of

[19086] the same young blade held with his former view that another than her

[19087] conjugial had been the man in the gap, a clerk in orders, a linkboy

[19089] Singular, communed the guest with himself, the wonderfully unequal

[19090] faculty of metempsychosis possessed by them, that the puerperal

[19091] dormitory and the dissecting theatre should be the seminaries of such

[19092] frivolity, that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice

[19095] the noblest. But, he further added, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup

[19099] But with what fitness, let it be asked of the noble lord, his patron,

[19100] has this alien, whom the concession of a gracious prince has admitted

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

[19103] counselled? During the recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary

[19105] moment to discharge his piece against the empire of which he is a tenant

[19106] at will while he trembled for the security of his four per cents? Has he

[19110] candour to violate the bedchamber of a respectable lady, the daughter of

[19111] a gallant major, or to cast the most distant reflections upon her

[19115] listen to his objurgations with any other feeling than the derision of

[19116] the desperate. He says this, a censor of morals, a very pelican in his

[19117] piety, who did not scruple, oblivious of the ties of nature, to attempt

[19118] illicit intercourse with a female domestic drawn from the lowest strata

[19119] of society! Nay, had the hussy’s scouringbrush not been her tutelary

[19120] angel, it had gone with her as hard as with Hagar, the Egyptian! In the

[19121] question of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and

[19125] home a seedfield that lies fallow for the want of the ploughshare? A

[19129] unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the doctrines

[19130] that now engross him. His marital breast is the repository of secrets

[19131] which decorum is reluctant to adduce. The lewd suggestions of some faded

[19136] have lost their quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it

[19139] The news was imparted with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial

[19140] usage of the Sublime Porte by the second female infirmarian to the

[19141] junior medical officer in residence, who in his turn announced to the

[19143] the women’s apartment to assist at the prescribed ceremony of the

[19144] afterbirth in the presence of the secretary of state for domestic

[19145] affairs and the members of the privy council, silent in unanimous

[19146] exhaustion and approbation the delegates, chafing under the length and

[19147] solemnity of their vigil and hoping that the joyful occurrence would

[19148] palliate a licence which the simultaneous absence of abigail and

[19149] obstetrician rendered the easier, broke out at once into a strife of

[19150] tongues. In vain the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring

[19151] to urge, to mollify, to refrain. The moment was too propitious for the

[19152] display of that discursiveness which seemed the only bond of union among

[19153] tempers so divergent. Every phase of the situation was successively

[19154] eviscerated: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the Caesarean

[19155] section, posthumity with respect to the father and, that rarer form,

[19156] with respect to the mother, the fratricidal case known as the Childs

[19157] Murder and rendered memorable by the impassioned plea of Mr Advocate

[19158] Bushe which secured the acquittal of the wrongfully accused, the rights

[19160] miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the acardiac

[19161] foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to a congestion, the agnathia

[19163] consequence of defective reunion of the maxillary knobs along the medial

[19164] line so that (as he said) one ear could hear what the other spoke, the

[19165] benefits of anesthesia or twilight sleep, the prolongation of labour

[19166] pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of pressure on the vein, the

[19167] premature relentment of the amniotic fluid (as exemplified in the

[19168] actual case) with consequent peril of sepsis to the matrix, artificial

[19169] insemination by means of syringes, involution of the womb consequent

[19170] upon the menopause, the problem of the perpetration of the species in

[19171] the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that distressing

[19172] manner of delivery called by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the

[19174] conceived during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents—in

[19175] a word all the cases of human nativity which Aristotle has classified

[19176] in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations. The gravest

[19178] animation as the most popular beliefs on the state of pregnancy such as

[19179] the forbidding to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest,

[19180] by her movement, the navelcord should strangle her creature and

[19181] the injunction upon her in the event of a yearning, ardently and

[19183] person which long usage has consecrated as the seat of castigation. The

[19186] facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those swineheaded (the

[19188] occasionally born. The hypothesis of a plasmic memory, advanced by the

[19189] Caledonian envoy and worthy of the metaphysical traditions of the land

[19191] at some stage antecedent to the human. An outlandish delegate sustained

[19193] the theory of copulation between women and the males of brutes, his

[19195] the Minotaur which the genius of the elegant Latin poet has handed down

[19196] to us in the pages of his Metamorphoses. The impression made by his

[19200] the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man. Contemporaneously,

[19202] Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created

[19203] in the event of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other, the difficulty

[19205] submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Hitherto silent, whether the

[19206] better to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the

[19208] delivered briefly and, as some thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical

[19212] the scene before them. The secret panel beside the chimney slid back

[19213] and in the recess appeared... Haines! Which of us did not feel his flesh

[19214] creep! He had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in the

[19218] history is to blame. Yes, it is true. I am the murderer of Samuel

[19219] Childs. And how I am punished! The inferno has no terrors for me. This

[19220] is the appearance is on me. Tare and ages, what way would I be resting

[19222] with my share of songs and himself after me the like of a soulth or a

[19224] I tried to obliterate my crime. Distractions, rookshooting, the Erse

[19225] language (he recited some), laudanum (he raised the phial to his lips),

[19227] Destruction! The black panther! With a cry he suddenly vanished and the

[19228] panel slid back. An instant later his head appeared in the door opposite

[19230] gone. Tears gushed from the eyes of the dissipated host. The seer

[19231] raised his hand to heaven, murmuring: The vendetta of Mananaun! The sage

[19232] repeated: Lex talionis. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without

[19233] incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done. Malachias, overcome

[19234] by emotion, ceased. The mystery was unveiled. Haines was the third

[19235] brother. His real name was Childs. The black panther was himself the

[19237] much thanks. The lonely house by the graveyard is uninhabited. No

[19238] soul will live there. The spider pitches her web in the solitude. The

[19242] What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the

[19243] chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to be gay with the

[19244] merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as

[19246] the cud of reminiscence, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a

[19247] modest substance in the funds. A score of years are blown away. He is

[19250] is seen, precociously manly, walking on a nipping morning from the old

[19251] house in Clanbrassil street to the high school, his booksatchel on him

[19253] thought. Or it is the same figure, a year or so gone over, in his first

[19254] hard hat (ah, that was a day!), already on the road, a fullfledged

[19255] traveller for the family firm, equipped with an orderbook, a scented

[19257] a thing now of the past!) and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this

[19259] a budding virgin, shyly acknowledging (but the heart? tell me!) his

[19260] studied baisemoins. The scent, the smile, but, more than these, the dark

[19262] to the head of the firm, seated with Jacob’s pipe after like labours

[19263] in the paternal ingle (a meal of noodles, you may be sure, is aheating),

[19264] reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the Europe of a

[19265] month before. But hey, presto, the mirror is breathed on and the young

[19266] knighterrant recedes, shrivels, dwindles to a tiny speck within the

[19268] sons. Who can say? The wise father knows his own child. He thinks of a

[19269] drizzling night in Hatch street, hard by the bonded stores there, the

[19272] the heavy tread of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal

[19273] university. Bridie! Bridie Kelly! He will never forget the name, ever

[19274] remember the night: first night, the bridenight. They are entwined

[19275] in nethermost darkness, the willer with the willed, and in an instant

[19276] (fiat!) light shall flood the world. Did heart leap to heart? Nay, fair

[19278] terror the poor girl flees away through the murk. She is the bride of

[19279] darkness, a daughter of night. She dare not bear the sunnygolden babe

[19285] The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the

[19286] infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is wafted over regions

[19292] haunches, a supple tendonous neck, the meek apprehensive skull. They

[19294] screechowls and the sandblind upupa. Netaim, the golden, is no more. And

[19295] on the highway of the clouds they come, muttering thunder of rebellion,

[19296] the ghosts of beasts. Huuh! Hark! Huuh! Parallax stalks behind and goads

[19297] them, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Elk and

[19298] yak, the bulls of Bashan and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they come

[19299] trooping to the sunken sea, Lacus Mortis. Ominous revengeful zodiacal

[19300] host! They moan, passing upon the clouds, horned and capricorned, the

[19301] trumpeted with the tusked, the lionmaned, the giantantlered, snouter

[19303] multitude, murderers of the sun.

[19305] Onward to the dead sea they tramp to drink, unslaked and with horrible

[19306] gulpings, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. And the equine portent

[19307] grows again, magnified in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven’s own

[19308] magnitude, till it looms, vast, over the house of Virgo. And lo, wonder

[19309] of metempsychosis, it is she, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the

[19310] daystar, the bride, ever virgin. It is she, Martha, thou lost one,

[19311] Millicent, the young, the dear, the radiant. How serene does she now

[19312] arise, a queen among the Pleiades, in the penultimate antelucan hour,

[19316] of the cold interstellar wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling,

[19317] writhing in the skies a mysterious writing till, after a myriad

[19319] upon the forehead of Taurus.

[19323] Pisistratus. Where were they now? Neither knew. You have spoken of the

[19325] into life across the waters of Lethe will not the poor ghosts troop to

[19332] you bring forth the work you meditate, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. I

[19334] a hand on the shoulder near him. Have no fear. He could not leave his

[19335] mother an orphan. The young man’s face grew dark. All could see how

[19337] loss. He would have withdrawn from the feast had not the noise of voices

[19338] allayed the smart. Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a whim

[19339] of the rider’s name: Lenehan as much more. He told them of the race.

[19340] The flag fell and, huuh! off, scamper, the mare ran out freshly with

[19341] O. Madden up. She was leading the field. All hearts were beating.

[19343] Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home when all were

[19344] in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped

[19350] Mount him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a hack

[19351] canter is still his. But let us bear it as was the ancient wont. Mercy

[19352] on the luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh. She is not the

[19357] frock of muslin, I do not know the right name of it. The chestnuts that

[19358] shaded us were in bloom: the air drooped with their persuasive odour and

[19359] with pollen floating by us. In the sunny patches one might easily have

[19361] Periplipomenes sells in his booth near the bridge. But she had nought

[19362] for her teeth but the arm with which I held her and in that she nibbled

[19364] days on the couch, but today she was free, blithe, mocked at peril.

[19367] will not think who met us as we left the field. Conmee himself! He was

[19368] walking by the hedge, reading, I think a brevier book with, I doubt not,

[19369] a witty letter in it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page. The sweet

[19371] slight disorder in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the

[19374] by he had blessed us. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said. If I had

[19377] and withheld his act, pointing to the stranger and to the scarlet label.

[19380] born. Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the

[19381] incorruptible eon of the gods. Do you not think it, Stephen? Theosophos

[19383] priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law. The lords of the

[19385] of the lunar chain would not assume the etheric doubles and these

[19386] were therefore incarnated by the rubycoloured egos from the second

[19389] However, as a matter of fact though, the preposterous surmise about him

[19391] entirely due to a misconception of the shallowest character, was not

[19392] the case at all. The individual whose visual organs while the above

[19395] that conjectured the contrary would have found themselves pretty

[19396] speedily in the wrong shop. During the past four minutes or thereabouts

[19403] altogether different complexion on the proceedings, after the moment

[19404] before’s observations about boyhood days and the turf, recollecting

[19405] two or three private transactions of his own which the other two were as

[19406] mutually innocent of as the babe unborn. Eventually, however, both

[19407] their eyes met and as soon as it began to dawn on him that the other was

[19408] endeavouring to help himself to the thing he involuntarily determined

[19409] to help him himself and so he accordingly took hold of the neck of the

[19410] mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and

[19411] made a capacious hole in it by pouring a lot of it out with, also at the

[19413] to upset any of the beer that was in it about the place.

[19415] The debate which ensued was in its scope and progress an epitome of the

[19416] course of life. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. The

[19417] debaters were the keenest in the land, the theme they were engaged on

[19418] the loftiest and most vital. The high hall of Horne’s house had never

[19419] beheld an assembly so representative and so varied nor had the

[19422] the foot of the table in his striking Highland garb, his face glowing

[19423] from the briny airs of the Mull of Galloway. There too, opposite to him,

[19424] was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity

[19425] and premature wisdom. Next the Scotchman was the place assigned to

[19426] Costello, the eccentric, while at his side was seated in stolid repose

[19427] the squat form of Madden. The chair of the resident indeed stood vacant

[19428] before the hearth but on either flank of it the figure of Bannon in

[19430] sharply with the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi

[19431] Roland St John Mulligan. Lastly at the head of the board was the young

[19433] inquisition in the convivial atmosphere of Socratic discussion, while

[19434] to right and left of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator,

[19435] fresh from the hippodrome, and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the

[19436] dust of travel and combat and stained by the mire of an indelible

[19438] or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that voluptuous

[19439] loveliness which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages

[19442] It had better be stated here and now at the outset that the perverted

[19446] deals with tangible phenomena. The man of science like the man in the

[19449] science cannot answer—at present—such as the first problem submitted

[19450] by Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) regarding the future determination of sex.

[19451] Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the right ovary

[19452] (the postmenstrual period, assert others) is responsible for the birth

[19453] of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the

[19457] a cooperation (one of nature’s favourite devices) between the nisus

[19458] formativus of the nemasperm on the one hand and on the other a happily

[19459] chosen position, succubitus felix, of the passive element. The other

[19460] problem raised by the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant

[19462] are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. Mr M.

[19463] Mulligan (Hyg. et Eug. Doc.) blames the sanitary conditions in which

[19465] inhaling the bacteria which lurk in dust. These factors, he alleged,

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

[19468] and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the suspended carcases of

[19470] said, were accountable for any and every fallingoff in the calibre of

[19471] the race. Kalipedia, he prophesied, would soon be generally adopted

[19472] and all the graces of life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature,

[19474] the classical statues such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured

[19476] ladies who were in a particular condition to pass the intervening months

[19478] some of these demises to abdominal trauma in the case of women workers

[19479] subjected to heavy labours in the workshop and to marital discipline in

[19480] the home but by far the vast majority to neglect, private or official,

[19481] culminating in the exposure of newborn infants, the practice of criminal

[19482] abortion or in the atrocious crime of infanticide. Although the former

[19483] (we are thinking of neglect) is undoubtedly only too true the case he

[19484] cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the peritoneal cavity

[19485] is too rare to be normative. In fact when one comes to look into it the

[19492] fine, in nature’s vast workshop from the extinction of some remote

[19493] sun to the blossoming of one of the countless flowers which beautify

[19495] Still the plain straightforward question why a child of normally healthy

[19497] unaccountably in early childhood (though other children of the same

[19498] marriage do not) must certainly, in the poet’s words, give us pause.

[19502] up their residence (modern science has conclusively shown that only the

[19505] productive of pain to some of our feelings (notably the maternal), is

[19506] nevertheless, some of us think, in the long run beneficial to the

[19507] race in general in securing thereby the survival of the fittest. Mr S.

[19510] apparently pass through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect

[19515] else could and in a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to.

[19516] For the enlightenment of those who are not so intimately acquainted with

[19517] the minutiae of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and

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

[19524] place in the commons’ hall of the National Maternity Hospital, 29, 30

[19526] Midw., F. K. Q. C. P. I.) is the able and popular master, he is reported

[19527] by eyewitnesses as having stated that once a woman has let the cat

[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

[19531] phrased it, to save her own. At the risk of her own, was the telling

[19532] rejoinder of his interlocutor, none the less effective for the moderate

[19535] Meanwhile the skill and patience of the physician had brought about a

[19537] doctor. All that surgical skill could do was done and the brave woman

[19538] had manfully helped. She had. She had fought the good fight and now she

[19540] are happy too as they gaze down and smile upon the touching scene.

[19541] Reverently look at her as she reclines there with the motherlight in

[19543] to see), in the first bloom of her new motherhood, breathing a silent

[19544] prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the Universal Husband. And as her

[19547] mite of God’s clay, the fruit of their lawful embraces. He is older

[19548] now (you and I may whisper it) and a trifle stooped in the shoulders yet

[19549] in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has come to the conscientious

[19550] second accountant of the Ulster bank, College Green branch. O Doady,

[19552] faroff time of the roses! With the old shake of her pretty head she

[19553] recalls those days. God! How beautiful now across the mist of years! But

[19554] their children are grouped in her imagination about the bedside, hers

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

[19559] Purefoy if ever there was one, with the true Purefoy nose. Young hopeful

[19560] will be christened Mortimer Edward after the influential third cousin of

[19561] Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer’s office, Dublin Castle. And

[19563] sigh break from that bosom, dear gentle Mina. And Doady, knock the ashes

[19564] from your pipe, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings

[19565] for you (may it be the distant day!) and dout the light whereby you read

[19566] in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run low, and so with a tranquil

[19568] too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man’s part.

[19571] There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil

[19572] memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart

[19576] call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the

[19578] and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool silver tranquility of the

[19579] evening or at the feast, at midnight, when he is now filled with wine.

[19580] Not to insult over him will the vision come as over one that lies under

[19581] her wrath, not for vengeance to cut him off from the living but shrouded

[19582] in the piteous vesture of the past, silent, remote, reproachful.

[19584] The stranger still regarded on the face before him a slow recession of

[19587] unhealthiness, a flair, for the cruder things of life. A scene

[19588] disengages itself in the observer’s memory, evoked, it would seem, by

[19591] of lawn one soft May evening, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at

[19592] Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the game but

[19593] with much real interest in the pellets as they run slowly forward over

[19594] the sward or collide and stop, one by its fellow, with a brief alert

[19595] shock. And yonder about that grey urn where the water moves at times

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

[19599] from an ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so daintily

[19600] against the cool ardent fruit. A lad of four or five in linseywoolsey

[19601] (blossomtime but there will be cheer in the kindly hearth when ere long

[19602] the bowls are gathered and hutched) is standing on the urn secured by

[19604] man does now with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the danger but

[19605] must needs glance at whiles towards where his mother watches from the

[19606] piazzetta giving upon the flowerclose with a faint shadow of remoteness

[19609] Mark this farther and remember. The end comes suddenly. Enter that

[19610] antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their

[19612] custody, rather, befitting their station in that house, the vigilant

[19614] ago. But as before the lightning the serried stormclouds, heavy with

[19618] instant a flash rives their centres and with the reverberation of the

[19619] thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so and not otherwise was the

[19620] transformation, violent and instantaneous, upon the utterance of the

[19623] Burke’s! outflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry, and a tag and

[19628] Callan taken aback in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon

[19630] milligramme. They hark him on. The door! It is open? Ha! They are

[19638] whispers close in going: Madam, when comes the storkbird for thee?

[19640] The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence

[19642] God’s air, the Allfather’s air, scintillant circumambient cessile

[19644] done a doughty deed and no botch! Thou art, I vow, the remarkablest

[19651] at home and ingots (not thine!) in the countinghouse? Head up! For every

[19657] of the innocents were the truer name. Vegetables, forsooth, and sterile

[19665] lifetask, and didst charge to cover like the transpontine bison. How

[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,

[19676] All off for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the street. Bonafides.

[19677] Where you slep las nigh? Timothy of the battered naggin. Like ole

[19678] Billyo. Any brollies or gumboots in the fambly? Where the Henry

[19680] Dix! Forward to the ribbon counter. Where’s Punch? All serene.

[19681] Jay, look at the drunken minister coming out of the maternity hospal!

[19682] Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. A make, mister. The

[19684] out of the bleeding limelight. Yous join uz, dear sir? No hentrusion in

[19686] Fire away number one on the gun. Burke’s! Burke’s! Thence they

[19689] Abaft there! Shove ahead. Keep a watch on the clock. Chuckingout time.

[19692] the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Calf covers of pissedon

[19695] and there annex liquor stores. March! Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys

[19697] battleships, buggery and bishops. Whether on the scaffold high. Beer,

[19698] beef, trample the bibles. When for Irelandear. Trample the trampellers.

[19699] Thunderation! Keep the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops

[19704] Declare misery. Bet to the ropes. Me nantee saltee. Not a red at me this

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

[19706] number ones. You, sir? Ginger cordial. Chase me, the cabby’s caudle.

[19707] Stimulate the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short never to go

[19708] again when the old. Absinthe for me, savvy? Caramba! Have an eggnog or a

[19712] Digs up near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do.

[19714] lovekin. None of your lean kine, not much. Pull down the blind, love.

[19719] gluepot. Sir? Spud again the rheumatiz? All poppycock, you’ll scuse

[19720] me saying. For the hoi polloi. I vear thee beest a gert vool. Well, doc?

[19721] Back fro Lapland? Your corporosity sagaciating O K? How’s the squaws

[19722] and papooses? Womanbody after going on the straw? Stand and deliver.

[19723] Password. There’s hair. Ours the white death and the ruddy birth. Hi!

[19728] Hurroo! Collar the leather, youngun. Roun wi the nappy. Here, Jock braw

[19734] femmes. Bold bad girl from the town of Mullingar. Tell her I was axing

[19735] at her. Hauding Sara by the wame. On the road to Malahide. Me? If she

[19736] who seduced me had left but the name. What do you want for ninepence?

[19741] seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He’ve got the

[19743] come right in on your invite, see? Up to you, matey. Out with the oof.

[19749] ’Tis, sure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee you, shir.

[19754] Bantam’s flowers. Gemini. He’s going to holler. The colleen bawn. My

[19756] Had the winner today till I tipped him a dead cert. The ruffin cly

[19757] the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. He strike a

[19758] telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the depot. Shove him a joey and

[19761] Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Madden

[19765] Dinna forget the cowslips for hersel. Cornfide. Wha gev ye thon colt?

[19776] Cut and come again. Right. Boniface! Absinthe the lot. Nos omnes

[19778] Closingtime, gents. Eh? Rome boose for the Bloom toff. I hear you say

[19780] Play low, pardner. Slide. Bonsoir la compagnie. And snares of the

[19781] poxfiend. Where’s the buck and Namby Amby? Skunked? Leg bail. Aweel,

[19785] dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet.

[19789] through the world. Health all! À la vôtre!

[19791] Golly, whatten tunket’s yon guy in the mackintosh? Dusty Rhodes. Peep

[19793] by James. Wants it real bad. D’ye ken bare socks? Seedy cuss in the

[19795] Trumpery insanity. Bartle the Bread we calls him. That, sir, was once

[19798] of lonely canyon. Tuck and turn in. Schedule time. Nix for the hornies.

[19803] see the like since I was born. Tiens, tiens, but it is well sad, that,

[19808] gone. Forward, woozy wobblers! Night. Night. May Allah the Excellent One

[19811] Your attention! We’re nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The

[19812] least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable

[19820] for Bawdyhouse. We two, she said, will seek the kips where shady Mary

[19822] long? Whisper, who the sooty hell’s the johnny in the black duds?

[19823] Hush! Sinned against the light and even now that day is at hand when

[19824] he shall come to judge the world by fire. Pflaap! Ut implerentur

[19827] gospeller on the Merrion hall? Elijah is coming! Washed in the blood

[19828] of the Lamb. Come on you winefizzling, ginsizzling, booseguzzling

[19833] Frisco beach to Vladivostok. The Deity aint no nickel dime bumshow.

[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.

[19837] you sinner there, if you want to diddle the Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not

15. Circe

[19848] (The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches

[19850] will-o’-the-wisps and danger signals. Rows of grimy houses with gaping

[19854] slowly. Children. The swancomb of the gondola, highreared, forges on

[19855] through the murk, white and blue under a lighthouse. Whistles call and

[19858] THE CALLS: Wait, my love, and I’ll be with you.

[19860] THE ANSWERS: Round behind the stable.

[19866] THE CHILDREN: Kithogue! Salute!

[19868] THE IDIOT: (Lifts a palsied left arm and gurgles.) Grhahute!

[19870] THE CHILDREN: Where’s the great light?

[19872] THE IDIOT: (Gobbling.) Ghaghahest.

[19879] oillamp rams her last bottle in the maw of his sack. He heaves his

[19880] booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and hobbles off mutely. The crone

[19881] makes back for her lair, swaying her lamp. A bandy child, asquat on the

[19884] the railings of an area, lurching heavily. At a corner two night watch

[19888] a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the

[19896] The leg of the duck,

[19897] The leg of the duck.

[19900] mouths a volleyed fart. Laughter of men from the lane. A hoarse virago

[19903] THE VIRAGO: Signs on you, hairy arse. More power the Cavan girl.

[19896] The leg of the duck,

[19897] The leg of the duck.

[19914] polls. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the crowd close to the

[19917] PRIVATE COMPTON: (Jerks his finger.) Way for the parson.

[19897] The leg of the duck.

[19926] (Stephen, flourishing the ashplant in his left hand, chants with joy the

[19932] (The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a doorway.)

[19934] THE BAWD: (Her voice whispering huskily.) Sst! Come here till I tell

[19939] THE BAWD: (Spits in their trail her jet of venom.) Trinity medicals.

[19945] EDY BOARDMAN: (Bickering.) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful

[19946] place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his

[19948] You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The

[19950] two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the enginedriver, and lancecorporal

[19955] (He flourishes his ashplant, shivering the lamp image, shattering light

[19956] over the world. A liver and white spaniel on the prowl slinks after him,

[19962] a universal language, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay

[19963] sense but the first entelechy, the structural rhythm.

[19968] the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of

[19974] This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar.

[19982] (Stephen thrusts the ashplant on him and slowly holds out his hands, his

[19984] in planes intersecting, the fingers about to part, the left being

[19987] LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the

[19991] in spasms. From the top spur he slides down. Jacky Caffrey clasps to

[19992] climb. The navvy lurches against the lamp. The twins scuttle off in the

[19993] dark. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his

[19994] nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot.

[19995] Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring

[19999] middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south

[20000] beyond the seaward reaches of the river. The navvy, staggering forward,

[20001] cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding. On the farther

[20002] side under the railway bridge Bloom appears, flushed, panting, cramming

[20005] concave mirror at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru

[20007] struck by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the convex mirror

[20008] grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the

[20011] At Antonio Rabaiotti’s door Bloom halts, sweated under the bright

[20016] (He disappears into Olhausen’s, the porkbutcher’s, under the

[20018] the shutter, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. In each hand he holds

[20019] a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig’s crubeen, the other a cold

[20026] (He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the lampset

[20027] siding. The glow leaps again.)

[20033] BLOOM: Aurora borealis or a steel foundry? Ah, the brigade, of course.

[20036] burning! On fire, on fire! (He catches sight of the navvy lurching

[20037] through the crowd at the farther side of Talbot street.) I’ll miss

[20040] (He darts to cross the road. Urchins shout.)

[20042] THE URCHINS: Mind out, mister!

[20047] THE BELLS: Haltyaltyaltyall.

[20053] its huge red headlight winking, its trolley hissing on the wire. The

[20056] THE GONG: Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.

[20058] (The brake cracks violently. Bloom, raising a policeman’s whitegloved

[20059] hand, blunders stifflegged out of the track. The motorman, thrown

[20060] forward, pugnosed, on the guidewheel, yells as he slides past over

[20063] THE MOTORMAN: Hey, shitbreeches, are you doing the hat trick?

[20065] (Bloom trickleaps to the curbstone and halts again. He brushes a

[20068] BLOOM: No thoroughfare. Close shave that but cured the stitch. Must take

[20069] up Sandow’s exercises again. On the hands down. Insure against street

[20070] accident too. The Providential. (He feels his trouser pocket.) Poor

[20072] the wheel of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard’s corner.

[20073] Third time is the charm. Shoe trick. Insolent driver. I ought to report

[20074] him. Tension makes them nervous. Might be the fellow balked me this

[20076] the same. The stiff walk. True word spoken in jest. That awful cramp in

[20078] cattle. Mark of the beast. (He closes his eyes an instant.) Bit light

[20079] in the head. Monthly or effect of the other. Brainfogfag. That tired

[20084] sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye.)

[20088] THE FIGURE: (Impassive, raises a signal arm.) Password. Sraid Mabbot.

[20104] BLOOM: Keep to the right, right, right. If there is a signpost planted

[20105] by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? I who

[20106] lost my way and contributed to the columns of the Irish Cyclist the

[20107] letter headed In darkest Stepaside. Keep, keep, keep to the right. Rags

[20109] for. Wash off his sins of the world.

[20122] (The retriever approaches sniffing, nose to the ground. A sprawled form

[20123] sneezes. A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan

[20125] spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose. Yellow poison streaks are

[20126] on the drawn face.)

[20131] BLOOM: (Hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back and, crestfallen,

[20135] vulture talons he feels the silent face of Bloom.) Are you not my son

[20136] Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? Are you not my dear son Leopold who

[20137] left the house of his father and left the god of his fathers Abraham and

[20166] appears over the staircase banisters, a slanted candlestick in her hand,

[20169] the pouch of her striped blay petticoat. A phial, an Agnus Dei, a

[20183] white yashmak, violet in the night, covers her face, leaving free only

[20191] BLOOM: (Shifts from foot to foot.) No, no. Not the least little bit.

[20204] (The camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a tree a large mango fruit,

[20214] Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Go and see life. See the

[20218] water. Shop closes early on Thursday. But the first thing in the

[20221] (He points to the south, then to the east. A cake of new clean lemon

[20224] THE SOAP:

[20227] He brightens the earth. I polish the sky.

[20228] (The freckled face of Sweny, the druggist, appears in the disc of the

[20242] humming the duet from Don Giovanni.)

[20244] BLOOM: Are you sure about that Voglio? I mean the pronunciati...

[20246] (He follows, followed by the sniffing terrier. The elderly bawd seizes

[20247] his sleeve, the bristles of her chinmole glittering.)

[20249] THE BAWD: Ten shillings a maidenhead. Fresh thing was never touched.

[20252] (She points. In the gap of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie

[20258] with booted strides. He stumbles on the steps, recovers, plunges into

[20261] THE BAWD: (Her wolfeyes shining.) He’s getting his pleasure. You

[20262] won’t get a virgin in the flash houses. Ten shillings. Don’t be all

[20263] night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Sixtyseven is a bitch.

[20273] THE BAWD: Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Writing the gentleman

[20275] the strap to you at the bedpost, hussy like you.

[20277] GERTY: (To Bloom.) When you saw all the secrets of my bottom drawer.

[20282] with loose bellows pockets, stands in the causeway, her roguish eyes

[20288] dated the sixteenth instant...

[20290] MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you

[20297] Interesting quarter. Rescue of fallen women. Magdalen asylum. I am the

[20305] The exotic, you see. Negro servants in livery too if she had money.

[20306] Othello black brute. Eugene Stratton. Even the bones and cornerman at

[20307] the Livermore christies. Bohee brothers. Sweep for that matter.

[20312] jingle the twingtwang wires. Flashing white Kaffir eyes and tusks they

[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

[20321] Playing on the old banjo.

[20334] the dear gazelle.

[20343] Simpson’s housewarming while they were playing the Irving Bishop game,

[20344] finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Subject, what is in this

[20347] MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic

[20348] recitation and you looked the part. You were always a favourite with the

[20356] MRS BREEN: The dear dead days beyond recall. Love’s old sweet song.

[20363] simply teapot all over me! (She rubs sides with him.) After the parlour

[20364] mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase

[20365] ottoman. Under the mistletoe. Two is company.

[20369] she surrenders gently.) The witching hour of night. I took the splinter

[20376] Voglio e non. You’re hot! You’re scalding! The left hand nearest the

[20380] the beast. I can never forgive you for that. (His clenched fist at his

[20386] muttering to right and left. Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the pall of

[20387] the ace of spades, dogs him to left and right, doubled in laughter.)

[20389] ALF BERGAN: (Points jeering at the sandwichboards.) U. p: up.

[20391] MRS BREEN: (To Bloom.) High jinks below stairs. (She gives him the glad

[20392] eye.) Why didn’t you kiss the spot to make it well? You wanted to.

[20397] Hnhn. The answer is a lemon. Have you a little present for me there?

[20399] BLOOM: (Offhandedly.) Kosher. A snack for supper. The home without

[20401] exponent of Shakespeare. Unfortunately threw away the programme.

[20405] weighted to one side by the black legal bag of Collis and Ward on which

[20412] (Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands on the curbstone, folding his napkin,

[20420] (With hanging head he marches doggedly forward. The navvy, lurching by,

[20426] BLOOM: (Points to the navvy.) A spy. Don’t attract attention. I hate

[20442] (The bawd makes an unheeded sign. Bloom walks on with Mrs Breen. The

[20445] THE BAWD: Jewman’s melt!

[20447] BLOOM: (In an oatmeal sporting suit, a sprig of woodbine in the lapel,

[20465] MRS BREEN: She did, of course, the cat! Don’t tell me! Nice adviser!

[20467] BLOOM: Because it didn’t suit you one quarter as well as the other

[20468] ducky little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that I

[20471] thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.

[20484] the tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his daughter, Dancer Moses

[20485] was her name, and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I

[20490] (She fades from his side. Followed by the whining dog he walks on

[20497] THE GAFFER: (Crouches, his voice twisted in his snout.) And when Cairns

[20498] came down from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing

[20499] it into only into the bucket of porter that was there waiting on the

[20502] THE LOITERERS: (Guffaw with cleft palates.) O jays!

[20510] THE LOITERERS: Jays, that’s a good one. Glauber salts. O jays, into

[20511] the men’s porter.

[20516] THE WHORES:

[20522] (He plodges through their sump towards the lighted street beyond. From a

[20524] the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the navvy and the two redcoats.)

[20526] THE NAVVY: (Belching.) Where’s the bloody house?

[20528] THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Purdon street. Shilling a bottle of stout.

[20531] THE NAVVY: (Gripping the two redcoats, staggers forward with them.) Come

[20538] PRIVATE CARR: (To the navvy.) Portobello barracks canteen. You ask for

[20541] THE NAVVY: (Shouts.)

[20543] We are the boys. Of Wexford.

[20544] PRIVATE COMPTON: Say! What price the sergeantmajor?

[20541] THE NAVVY: (Shouts.)

[20550] The galling chain.

[20552] (He staggers forward, dragging them with him. Bloom stops, at fault. The

[20559] for the night or collision. Second drink does it. Once is a dose.

[20560] What am I following him for? Still, he’s the best of that lot. If

[20571] (He gazes ahead, reading on the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream

[20572] and a phallic design.) Odd! Molly drawing on the frosted carriagepane

[20573] at Kingstown. What’s that like? (Gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted

[20574] doorways, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes. The

[20575] odour of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in slow round ovalling

[20578] THE WREATHS: Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin.

[20582] much. (The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand,

[20586] his movements. Good fellow! Fido! Good fellow! Garryowen! (The wolfdog

[20590] back with a furtive poacher’s tread, dogged by the setter into a dark

[20591] stalestunk corner. He unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the crubeen

[20592] softly but holds back and feels the trotter.) Sizeable for threepence.

[20596] (With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide. The

[20597] mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed,

[20598] crunching the bones. Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.

[20601] THE WATCH: Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom. Bloom.

[20605] FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act. Commit no nuisance.

[20612] THE GULLS: Kaw kave kankury kake.

[20614] BLOOM: The friend of man. Trained by kindness.

[20616] (He points. Bob Doran, toppling from a high barstool, sways over the

[20619] BOB DORAN: Towser. Give us the paw. Give the paw.

[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

[20629] scab. Bad French I got for my pains. Of course it was frosty and the

[20634] carriagewhip and a revolver with which he covers the gorging boarhound.)

[20637] educated greyhound. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my

[20638] patent spiked saddle for carnivores. Lash under the belly with a knotted

[20640] to heel, no matter how fractious, even Leo ferox there, the Libyan

[20641] maneater. A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part

[20642] produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking hyena. (He glares.) I possess

[20643] the Indian sign. The glint of my eye does it with these breastsparklers.

[20644] (With a bewitching smile.) I now introduce Mademoiselle Ruby, the pride

[20645] of the ring.

[20649] BLOOM: I have forgotten for the moment. Ah, yes! (He takes off his high

[20656] (A card falls from inside the leather headband of Bloom’s hat.)

[20659] a false badge of the Legion of Honour, picks up the card hastily and

[20660] offers it.) Allow me. My club is the Junior Army and Navy. Solicitors:

[20669] is the flower in question. It was given me by a man I don’t know his

[20670] name. (Plausibly.) You know that old joke, rose of Castile. Bloom. The

[20672] are engaged you see, sergeant. Lady in the case. Love entanglement.

[20673] (He shoulders the second watch gently.) Dash it all. It’s a way we

[20674] gallants have in the navy. Uniform that does it. (He turns gravely to

[20675] the first watch.) Still, of course, you do get your Waterloo sometimes.

[20676] Drop in some evening and have a glass of old Burgundy. (To the second

[20678] the shake of a lamb’s tail.

[20682] THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of

[20683] the army.

[20685] MARTHA: (Thickveiled, a crimson halter round her neck, a copy of the

[20689] FIRST WATCH: (Sternly.) Come to the station.

[20692] and lifting his right forearm on the square, he gives the sign and

[20694] Mistaken identity. The Lyons mail. Lesurques and Dubosc. You remember

[20695] the Childs fratricide case. We medical men. By striking him dead with

[20701] brother, the Bective rugger fullback, on you, heartless flirt.

[20703] BLOOM: (Behind his hand.) She’s drunk. The woman is inebriated. (He

[20704] murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim.) Shitbroleeth.

[20709] BLOOM: Gentlemen of the jury, let me explain. A pure mare’s nest. I am

[20712] My wife, I am the daughter of a most distinguished commander, a gallant

[20715] majority for the heroic defence of Rorke’s Drift.

[20719] BLOOM: (Turns to the gallery.) The royal Dublins, boys, the salt of the

[20720] earth, known the world over. I think I see some old comrades in arms

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

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

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

[20725] A VOICE: Turncoat! Up the Boers! Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

[20727] BLOOM: (His hand on the shoulder of the first watch.) My old dad too was

[20728] a J. P. I’m as staunch a Britisher as you are, sir. I fought with the

[20729] colours for king and country in the absentminded war under general

[20730] Gough in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein,

[20732] feeling.) Jim Bludso. Hold her nozzle again the bank.

[20737] we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which I am the

[20739] with the British and Irish press. If you ring up...

[20742] scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his straw hat. He dangles

[20743] a hank of Spanish onions in one hand and holds with the other hand a

[20750] (Mr Philip Beaufoy, palefaced, stands in the witnessbox, in accurate

[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

[20761] really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the love passages in which are

[20762] beneath suspicion. The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions,

[20764] throughout the kingdom.

[20766] BLOOM: (Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum.) That bit about the laughing

[20769] BEAUFOY: (His lip upcurled, smiles superciliously on the court.) You

[20773] lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses’ fees, shan’t we? We are

[20779] BEAUFOY: (Shouts.) It’s a damnably foul lie, showing the moral

[20780] rottenness of the man! (He extends his portfolio.) We have here damning

[20781] evidence, the corpus delicti, my lord, a specimen of my maturer work

[20782] disfigured by the hallmark of the beast.

[20784] A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY:

[20786] Moses, Moses, king of the jews,

[20787] Wiped his arse in the Daily News.

[20790] BEAUFOY: You low cad! You ought to be ducked in the horsepond, you

[20791] rotter! (To the court.) Why, look at the man’s private life! Leading

[20793] mentioned in mixed society! The archconspirator of the age!

[20795] BLOOM: (To the court.) And he, a bachelor, how...

[20797] FIRST WATCH: The King versus Bloom. Call the woman Driscoll.

[20799] THE CRIER: Mary Driscoll, scullerymaid!

[20802] the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in her hand.)

[20804] SECOND WATCH: Another! Are you of the unfortunate class?

[20825] FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of? Did something happen?

[20827] MARY DRISCOLL: He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour,

[20828] when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety

[20834] MARY DRISCOLL: (Scornfully.) I had more respect for the scouringbrush,

[20840] GEORGE FOTTRELL: (Clerk of the crown and peace, resonantly.) Order in

[20841] court! The accused will now make a bogus statement.

[20845] his stirring address to the grand jury. He was down and out but, though

[20847] retrieve the memory of the past in a purely sisterly way and return to

[20851] a new leaf and now, when at long last in sight of the whipping post,

[20852] to lead a homely life in the evening of his days, permeated by the

[20853] affectionate surroundings of the heaving bosom of the family. An

[20854] acclimatised Britisher, he had seen that summer eve from the footplate

[20855] of an engine cab of the Loop line railway company while the rain

[20856] refrained from falling glimpses, as it were, through the windows of

[20858] rural of happiness of the better land with Dockrell’s wallpaper at one

[20860] the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their pensums or

[20861] model young ladies playing on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour

[20862] reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the

[20863] boreens and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what

[20864] times the strains of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with

[20874] PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (From the presstable, coughs and calls.) Cough it up,

[20877] (The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and the bucket. A large bucket.

[20881] moment. He did not look in the bucket. Nobody. Rather a mess. Not

[20890] at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. We are not in

[20893] a stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny. The trumped up

[20895] by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence

[20896] being quite permitted in my client’s native place, the land of the

[20898] carnally knowing. Intimacy did not occur and the offence complained of

[20901] somnambulism in my client’s family. If the accused could speak he

[20902] could a tale unfold—one of the strangest that have ever been narrated

[20903] between the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck

[20911] the court, pointing one thumb heavenward.) Him makee velly muchee fine

[20919] J. J. O’MOLLOY: (Hotly to the populace.) This is a lonehand fight. By

[20921] fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. The Mosaic code has

[20922] superseded the law of the jungle. I say it and I say it emphatically,

[20923] without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice, accused

[20924] was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered

[20925] with. The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very

[20927] his lips.) I shall call rebutting evidence to prove up to the hilt that

[20928] the hidden hand is again at its old game. When in doubt persecute Bloom.

[20929] My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the world

[20931] cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard,

[20933] wants to go straight. I regard him as the whitest man I know. He is down

[20934] on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property

[20936] shown. (To Bloom.) I suggest that you will do the handsome thing.

[20938] BLOOM: A penny in the pound.

[20940] (The image of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in

[20941] silver haze is projected on the wall. Moses Dlugacz, ferreteyed albino,

[20942] in blue dungarees, stands up in the gallery, holding in each hand an

[20947] (J. J. O’Molloy steps on to a low plinth and holds the lapel of his

[20949] sunken eyes, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John F.

[20950] Taylor. He applies his handkerchief to his mouth and scrutinises the

[20955] (He assumes the avine head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of

[20956] Seymour Bushe.) When the angel’s book comes to be opened if aught

[20957] that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of

[20958] soultransfiguring deserves to live I say accord the prisoner at the bar

[20959] the sacred benefit of the doubt.

[20965] ex lord mayor of Dublin. I have moved in the charmed circle of the

[20967] this afternoon at the viceregal lodge to my old pals, sir Robert and

[20968] lady Ball, astronomer royal, at the levee. Sir Bob, I said...

[20974] in the North Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuit, signed James

[20975] Lovebirch. He said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes

[20976] as I sat in a box of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La

[20978] to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the following Thursday,

[20979] Dunsink time. He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction

[20980] by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three Pairs of

[20983] MRS BELLINGHAM: (In cap and seal coney mantle, wrapped up to the

[20986] Also to me. Yes, I believe it is the same objectionable person. Because

[20988] day during the cold snap of February ninetythree when even the grid

[20989] of the wastepipe and the ballstop in my bath cistern were frozen.

[20990] Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights,

[20992] elicited the information that it was a blossom of the homegrown potato

[20993] plant purloined from a forcingcase of the model farm.

[20999] THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Screaming.) Stop thief! Hurrah there,

[21002] SECOND WATCH: (Produces handcuffs.) Here are the darbies.

[21006] frostbound coachman Palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself

[21009] and the armorial bearings of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable,

[21011] extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and

[21014] his mission in life to urge me.) to defile the marriage bed, to commit

[21015] adultery at the earliest possible opportunity.

[21017] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (In amazon costume, hard hat,

[21020] strikes her welt constantly.) Also me. Because he saw me on the polo

[21021] ground of the Phoenix park at the match All Ireland versus the Rest of

[21023] Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob

[21030] to do likewise, to misbehave, to sin with officers of the garrison. He

[21042] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Stamps her jingling spurs in a

[21043] sudden paroxysm of fury.) I will, by the God above me. I’ll scourge

[21044] the pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him. I’ll flay him

[21048] Again! (He pants cringing.) I love the danger.

[21050] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Very much so! I’ll make it hot for

[21053] MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech well, the upstart! Write the stars and

[21059] BLOOM: All these people. I meant only the spanking idea. A warm tingling

[21060] glow without effusion. Refined birching to stimulate the circulation.

[21062] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Laughs derisively.) O, did you, my

[21063] fine fellow? Well, by the living God, you’ll get the surprise of your

[21064] life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained

[21065] for. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

[21068] Make him smart, Hanna dear. Give him ginger. Thrash the mongrel within

[21069] an inch of his life. The cat-o’-nine-tails. Geld him. Vivisect him.

[21073] Let me off this once. (He offers the other cheek.)

[21078] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently.)

[21080] pupped! To dare address me! I’ll flog him black and blue in the public

[21081] streets. I’ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown

[21082] cuckold. (She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air.) Take down

[21085] BLOOM: (Trembling, beginning to obey.) The weather has been so warm.

[21089] DAVY STEPHENS: Messenger of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with

[21090] Saint Patrick’s Day supplement. Containing the new addresses of all

[21091] the cuckolds in Dublin.

[21093] (The very reverend Canon O’Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and

[21094] exposes a marble timepiece. Before him Father Conroy and the reverend

[21097] THE TIMEPIECE: (Unportalling.)

[21102] (The brass quoits of a bed are heard to jingle.)

[21104] THE QUOITS: Jigjag. Jigajiga. Jigjag.

[21106] (A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the jurybox

[21107] the faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon

[21109] Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M’Coy and the featureless face of

[21112] THE NAMELESS ONE: Bareback riding. Weight for age. Gob, he organised

[21115] THE JURORS: (All their heads turned to his voice.) Really?

[21117] THE NAMELESS ONE: (Snarls.) Arse over tip. Hundred shillings to five.

[21119] THE JURORS: (All their heads lowered in assent.) Most of us thought as

[21123] Jack the Ripper. A thousand pounds reward.

[21127] THE CRIER: (Loudly.) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a

[21129] nuisance to the citizens of Dublin and whereas at this commission of

[21130] assizes the most honourable...

[21133] garb of grey stone rises from the bench, stonebearded. He bears in his

[21134] arms an umbrella sceptre. From his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic

[21137] THE RECORDER: I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid

[21138] Dublin of this odious pest. Scandalous! (He dons the black cap.) Let him

[21139] be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the dock where he now stands and detained

[21141] be hanged by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your

[21142] peril or may the Lord have mercy on your soul. Remove him. (A black

[21145] (The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, smoking a pungent Henry

[21152] apron, a rope coiled over his shoulder, mounts the block. A life

[21156] RUMBOLD: (To the recorder with sinister familiarity.) Hanging Harry,

[21157] your Majesty, the Mersey terror. Five guineas a jugular. Neck or

[21160] (The bells of George’s church toll slowly, loud dark iron.)

[21162] THE BELLS: Heigho! Heigho!

[21165] Girl in the monkeyhouse. Zoo. Lewd chimpanzee. (Breathlessly.) Pelvic

[21167] the precincts. (He turns to a figure in the crowd, appealing.) Hynes,

[21173] SECOND WATCH: (Points to the corner.) The bomb is here.

[21181] (The beagle lifts his snout, showing the grey scorbutic face of Paddy

[21185] the nose and both thumbs are ghouleaten.)

[21188] Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from

[21197] BLOOM: The voice is the voice of Esau.

[21201] FIRST WATCH: It is not in the penny catechism.

[21207] PADDY DIGNAM: (Earnestly.) Once I was in the employ of Mr J. H. Menton,

[21209] Walk. Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. Hard lines.

[21210] The poor wife was awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off

[21214] (The portly figure of John O’Connell, caretaker, stands forth, holding

[21226] forward and places an ear to the ground.) My master’s voice!

[21234] PADDY DIGNAM: Pray for the repose of his soul.

[21244] find him. (He fixes the manhole with a resolute stare.) My turn now on.

[21247] (He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the air and is engulfed in the

[21248] coalhole. Two discs on the columns wobble, eyes of nought. All recedes.

[21249] Bloom plodges forward again through the sump. Kisses chirp amid

[21250] the rifts of fog. A piano sounds. He stands before a lighted house,

[21251] listening. The kisses, winging from their bowers, fly about him,

[21254] THE KISSES: (Warbling.) Leo! (Twittering.) Icky licky micky sticky for

[21265] the steps and accosts him.)

[21272] Mother Slipperslapper. (Familiarly.) She’s on the job herself tonight

[21273] with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for

[21284] ZOE: How’s the nuts?

[21286] BLOOM: Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier, I suppose.

[21302] (She puts the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm, cuddling

[21304] oriental music is played. He gazes in the tawny crystal of her eyes,

[21307] ZOE: You’ll know me the next time.

[21311] (Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round

[21313] hairgrowth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by

[21314] the bronze flight of eagles. Under it lies the womancity, nude, white,

[21319] ZOE: (Murmuring singsong with the music, her odalisk lips lusciously

[21328] him a cloying breath of stale garlic. The roses draw apart, disclose a

[21329] sepulchre of the gold of kings and their mouldering bones.)

[21338] device. (Lewdly.) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder

[21345] from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of

[21346] pestilence by absorption, the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart,

[21347] memory, will, understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison

[21348] a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the

[21353] THE CHIMES: Turn again, Leopold! Lord mayor of Dublin!

[21357] from the cattlemarket to the river. That’s the music of the future.

[21363] (The aurora borealis of the torchlight procession leaps.)

[21365] THE TORCHBEARERS: Hooray!

[21367] (Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of the city

[21375] speech be printed at the expense of the ratepayers. That the house in

[21376] which he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the

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

[21393] up. A streamer bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek

[21394] Israel spans the street. All the windows are thronged with sightseers,

[21395] chiefly ladies. Along the route the regiments of the Royal Dublin

[21396] Fusiliers, the King’s own Scottish Borderers, the Cameron Highlanders

[21397] and the Welsh Fusiliers, standing to attention, keep back the crowd.

[21398] Boys from High school are perched on the lampposts, telegraph poles,

[21400] whistling and cheering. The pillar of the cloud appears. A fife and

[21401] drum band is heard in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. The beaters

[21403] oriental palms. The chryselephantine papal standard rises high,

[21404] surrounded by pennons of the civic flag. The van of the procession

[21406] tabard, the Athlone Poursuivant and Ulster King of Arms. They are

[21407] followed by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of

[21408] Dublin, his lordship the lord mayor of Cork, their worships the

[21410] representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the cloth

[21411] of estate, the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the chapter of the

[21412] saints of finance in their plutocratic order of precedence, the bishop

[21414] Armagh, primate of all Ireland, His Grace, the most reverend Dr William

[21415] Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, the chief

[21416] rabbi, the presbyterian moderator, the heads of the baptist, anabaptist,

[21417] methodist and Moravian chapels and the honorary secretary of the society

[21418] of friends. After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands

[21428] them march gentlemen of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter,

[21429] Gold Stick, the master of horse, the lord great chamberlain, the

[21430] earl marshal, the high constable carrying the sword of state, saint

[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

[21435] the dove, the curtana. He is seated on a milkwhite horse with long

[21437] excitement. The ladies from their balconies throw down rosepetals. The

[21438] air is perfumed with essences. The men cheer. Bloom’s boys run amid

[21439] the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes.)

[21443] The wren, the wren,

[21444] The king of all birds,

[21446] Was caught in the furze.

[21447] A BLACKSMITH: (Murmurs.) For the honour of God! And is that Bloom? He

[21450] A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: That’s the famous Bloom now, the world’s

[21461] A BELLHANGER: A classic face! He has the forehead of a thinker.

[21463] (Bloom’s weather. A sunburst appears in the northwest.)

[21465] THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: I here present your undoubted

[21466] emperor-president and king-chairman, the most serene and potent and very

[21467] puissant ruler of this realm. God save Leopold the First!

[21469] ALL: God save Leopold the First!

[21471] BLOOM: (In dalmatic and purple mantle, to the bishop of Down and Connor,

[21478] BLOOM: (Placing his right hand on his testicles, swears.) So may the

[21486] ascends and stands on the stone of destiny. The representative peers put

[21487] on at the same time their twentyeight crowns. Joybells ring in Christ

[21490] designs. The peers do homage, one by one, approaching and genuflecting.)

[21492] THE PEERS: I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly

[21495] (Bloom holds up his right hand on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond.

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

[21502] Selene, the splendour of night.

[21504] (The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the Black

[21505] Maria. The princess Selene, in moonblue robes, a silver crescent on her

[21509] JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (Raises the royal standard.) Illustrious Bloom!

[21513] John, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the promised land of

[21516] (The freedom of the city is presented to him embodied in a charter. The

[21522] BLOOM: On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at

[21525] we yield? No! We drive them headlong! Lo! We charge! Deploying to the

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

[21527] their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a man.

[21529] THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Hear! Hear!

[21531] JOHN WYSE NOLAN: There’s the man that got away James Stephens.

[21541] you verily it is even now at hand. Yea, on the word of a Bloom, ye shall

[21542] ere long enter into the golden city which is to be, the new Bloomusalem

[21543] in the Nova Hibernia of the future.

[21545] (Thirtytwo workmen, wearing rosettes, from all the counties of Ireland,

[21546] under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new Bloomusalem.

[21547] It is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the shape of a

[21548] huge pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms. In the course of its

[21551] are razed to the ground. The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and

[21552] boxes, all marked in red with the letters: L. B. Several paupers

[21553] fall from a ladder. A part of the walls of Dublin, crowded with loyal

[21556] THE SIGHTSEERS: (Dying.) Morituri te salutant. (They die.)

[21561] THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Don’t you believe a word he says. That

[21562] man is Leopold M’Intosh, the notorious fireraiser. His real name is

[21567] (A cannonshot. The man in the macintosh disappears. Bloom with his

[21568] sceptre strikes down poppies. The instantaneous deaths of many

[21574] billets doux in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, porringers of

[21575] toad in the hole, bottles of Jeyes’ Fluid, purchase stamps, 40 days’

[21577] season tickets available for all tramlines, coupons of the royal and

[21579] the World’s Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz (politic), Care of

[21580] the Baby (infantilic), 50 Meals for 7/6 (culinic), Was Jesus a Sun

[21581] Myth? (historic), Expel that Pain (medic), Infant’s Compendium of the

[21586] forward to touch the hem of Bloom’s robe. The lady Gwendolen Dubedat

[21587] bursts through the throng, leaps on his horse and kisses him on both

[21591] THE WOMEN: Little father! Little father!

[21593] THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS:

[21597] (Bloom, bending down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the stomach.)

[21602] (Placing his arms round the shoulders of an old couple.) Dear old

[21608] makes the heart grow younger. (He dances the Highland fling with

[21609] grotesque antics.) Leg it, ye devils! (He kisses the bedsores of a

[21611] U. p: up. U. p: up. (He whispers in the ear of a blushing waitress and

[21619] THE CITIZEN: (Choked with emotion, brushes aside a tear in his emerald

[21620] muffler.) May the good God bless him!

[21622] (The rams’ horns sound for silence. The standard of Zion is hoisted.)

[21631] JIMMY HENRY: The Court of Conscience is now open. His Most Catholic

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

[21645] BLOOM: (Obdurately.) Sirs, take notice that by the law of torts you are

[21646] bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five

[21651] NOSEY FLYNN: Where do I draw the five pounds?

[21661] CHRIS CALLINAN: What is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of

[21668] BLOOM: When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the

[21681] of stout for the missus.

[21683] BLOOM: (Coldly.) You have the advantage of me. Lady Bloom accepts no

[21692] BLOOM: I stand for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten

[21695] Compulsory manual labour for all. All parks open to the public day and

[21698] bonuses for all, esperanto the universal language with universal

[21712] All agree with him. The keeper of the Kildare street museum appears,

[21713] dragging a lorry on which are the shaking statues of several naked

[21715] plaster figures, also naked, representing the new nine muses, Commerce,

[21718] Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the People.)

[21729] NOSEY FLYNN: Give us a tune, Bloom. One of the old sweet songs.

[21740] BLOOM: What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar? The Rows of

[21747] THE VEILED SIBYL: (Enthusiastically.) I’m a Bloomite and I glory in

[21748] it. I believe in him in spite of all. I’d give my life for him, the

[21751] BLOOM: (Winks at the bystanders.) I bet she’s a bonny lassie.

[21754] mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

[21756] THE VEILED SIBYL: (Stabs herself.) My hero god! (She dies.)

[21761] from the top of Nelson’s Pillar, into the great vat of Guinness’s

[21766] ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (Violently.) Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the

[21767] man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian

[21769] of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the

[21770] cities of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. This vile hypocrite,

[21771] bronzed with infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse.

[21772] A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his

[21773] nostrils. The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him.

[21776] THE MOB: Lynch him! Roast him! He’s as bad as Parnell was. Mr Fox!

[21784] By heaven, I am guiltless as the unsunned snow! It was my brother Henry.

[21785] He is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin’s Barn. Slander, the

[21793] epilepsy is present, the consequence of unbridled lust. Traces of

[21800] examination and, after application of the acid test to 5427 anal,

[21805] DR MADDEN: Hypsospadia is also marked. In the interest of coming

[21806] generations I suggest that the parts affected should be preserved in

[21807] spirits of wine in the national teratological museum.

[21809] DR CROTTHERS: I have examined the patient’s urine. It is albuminoid.

[21810] Salivation is insufficient, the patellar reflex intermittent.

[21812] DR PUNCH COSTELLO: The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

[21815] example of the new womanly man. His moral nature is simple and lovable.

[21817] fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense.

[21818] He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court

[21819] missionary of the Reformed Priests’ Protection Society which clears up

[21821] he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried

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

[21842] plants. All the octuplets are handsome, with valuable metallic faces,

[21852] A VOICE: Bloom, are you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

[21858] BANTAM LYONS: Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger.

[21861] through several walls, climbs Nelson’s Pillar, hangs from the top

[21868] foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back,

[21869] eclipses the sun by extending his little finger.)

[21888] A DEADHAND: (Writes on the wall.) Bloom is a cod.

[21890] CRAB: (In bushranger’s kit.) What did you do in the cattlecreep behind

[21895] A HOLLYBUSH: And in the devil’s glen?

[21900] THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (In bodycoats, kneebreeches, with Donnybrook

[21903] (Bloom with asses’ ears seats himself in the pillory with crossed

[21905] Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round him. Girls of the Prison Gate

[21906] Mission, joining hands, caper round in the opposite direction.)

[21908] THE ARTANE ORPHANS:

[21911] You think the ladies love you!

[21912] THE PRISON GATE GIRLS:

[21918] HORNBLOWER: (In ephod and huntingcap, announces.) And he shall carry the

[21919] sins of the people to Azazel, the spirit which is in the wilderness, and

[21920] to Lilith, the nighthag. And they shall stone him and defile him, yea,

[21921] all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the land of Ham.

[21923] (All the people cast soft pantomime stones at Bloom. Many bonafide

[21928] MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Belial! Laemlein of Istria, the false Messiah!

[21939] shoulders the drowned corpse of his son, approaches the pillory.)

[21941] REUBEN J: (Whispers hoarsely.) The squeak is out. A split is gone for

[21942] the flatties. Nip the first rattler.

[21944] THE FIRE BRIGADE: Pflaap!

[21948] his neck and hands him over to the civil power, saying.) Forgive him his

[21951] (Lieutenant Myers of the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets

[21954] THE CITIZEN: Thank heaven!

[21959] (He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning. The daughters of

[21963] THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN:

[21966] Flower of the Bath, pray for us

[21968] Canvasser for the Freeman, pray for us

[21973] Reprover of the Citizen, pray for us

[21978] the chorus from Handel’s Messiah Alleluia for the Lord God Omnipotent

[21979] reigneth, accompanied on the organ by Joseph Glynn. Bloom becomes mute,

[21982] ZOE: Talk away till you’re black in the face.

[21984] BLOOM: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the band, dusty brogues, an

[21987] of the house, for by all the goats in Connemara I’m after having the

[21989] Patriotism, sorrow for the dead, music, future of the race. To be or not

[21992] The blinds drawn. A letter. Then lie back to rest. (He breathes softly.)

[21995] ZOE: (Stiffly, her finger in her neckfillet.) Honest? Till the next

[21996] time. (She sneers.) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or came

[22008] ZOE: (Glibly.) Hog’s Norton where the pigs plays the organs. I’m

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

[22019] BLOOM: (Feeling his occiput dubiously with the unparalleled

[22020] embarrassment of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her peeled

[22021] pears.) Somebody would be dreadfully jealous if she knew. The greeneyed

[22025] ZOE: (Flattered.) What the eye can’t see the heart can’t grieve for.

[22028] BLOOM: Laughing witch! The hand that rocks the cradle.

[22037] THE BUCKLES: Love me. Love me not. Love me.

[22040] hand, her forefinger giving to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor,

[22043] (He hesitates amid scents, music, temptations. She leads him towards the

[22044] steps, drawing him by the odour of her armpits, the vice of her painted

[22045] eyes, the rustle of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek

[22046] of all the male brutes that have possessed her.)

[22048] THE MALE BRUTES: (Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their

[22052] (Zoe and Bloom reach the doorway where two sister whores are seated.

[22059] BLOOM: The just man falls seven times. (He stands aside at the

[22064] (She crosses the threshold. He hesitates. She turns and, holding out her

[22065] hands, draws him over. He hops. On the antlered rack of the hall hang

[22067] frowns, then smiles, preoccupied. A door on the return landing is flung

[22071] face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the halltable the spaniel eyes

[22073] the musicroom. A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light of the

[22074] chandelier. Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping. The

[22078] without body phantoms, all in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy. The walls

[22079] are tapestried with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades. In the grate

[22081] the hearthrug of matted hair, his cap back to the front. With a wand he

[22084] her hand, sits perched on the edge of the table swinging her leg and

[22085] glancing at herself in the gilt mirror over the mantelpiece. A tag

[22087] mockingly the couple at the piano.)

[22091] white petticoat with the wand. She settles them down quickly.) Respect

[22095] ZOE: More limelight, Charley. (She goes to the chandelier and turns the

[22098] KITTY: (Peers at the gasjet.) What ails it tonight?

[22102] ZOE: Clap on the back for Zoe.

[22104] (The wand in Lynch’s hand flashes: a brass poker. Stephen stands at

[22105] the pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant. With two fingers he

[22106] repeats once more the series of empty fifths. Florry Talbot, a blond

[22108] lolls spreadeagle in the sofacorner, her limp forearm pendent over the

[22116] her shoulder, back, arm, chair to the ground. Lynch lifts the curled

[22118] behind at the squatted figure with its cap back to the front.)

[22121] Marcello found it or made it. The rite is the poet’s rest. It may be

[22126] David’s tip from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the

[22132] THE CAP: (With saturnine spleen.) Bah! It is because it is. Woman’s

[22133] reason. Jewgreek is greekjew. Extremes meet. Death is the highest form

[22139] THE CAP: Bah!

[22141] STEPHEN: Here’s another for you. (He frowns.) The reason is because

[22142] the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible

[22145] THE CAP: Which? Finish. You can’t.

[22147] STEPHEN: (With an effort.) Interval which. Is the greatest possible

[22148] ellipse. Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which.

[22150] THE CAP: Which?

[22152] (Outside the gramophone begins to blare The Holy City.)

[22154] STEPHEN: (Abruptly.) What went forth to the ends of the world to

[22155] traverse not itself, God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller,

[22157] moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow’s noise in the street. Self

[22168] FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer.

[22174] FLORRY: (Offended.) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. O, my

[22180] THE NEWSBOYS: Stop press edition. Result of the rockinghorse races. Sea

[22181] serpent in the royal canal. Safe arrival of Antichrist.

[22190] shoulder he bears a long boatpole from the hook of which the sodden

[22192] the slack of its breeches. A hobgoblin in the image of Punch Costello,

[22194] and Ally Sloper nose, tumbles in somersaults through the gathering

[22199] THE HOBGOBLIN: (His jaws chattering, capers to and fro, goggling his

[22201] all at once thrusts his lipless face through the fork of his thighs.) Il

[22205] jeux sont faits! (The planets rush together, uttering crepitant cracks.)

[22206] Rien va plus! (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away.

[22209] FLORRY: (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) The end of the

[22213] occupies space. Through the drifting fog without the gramophone blares

[22216] THE GRAMOPHONE: Jerusalem!

[22222] (A rocket rushes up the sky and bursts. A white star falls from it,

[22223] proclaiming the consummation of all things and second coming of Elijah.

[22224] Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End

[22225] of the World, a twoheaded octopus in gillie’s kilts, busby and tartan

[22226] filibegs, whirls through the murk, head over heels, in the form of the

[22229] THE END OF THE WORLD: (With a Scotch accent.) Wha’ll dance the keel

[22230] row, the keel row, the keel row?

[22232] (Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah’s voice,

[22235] about which the banner of old glory is draped. He thumps the parapet.)

[22242] the nonstop run. Just one word more. Are you a god or a doggone clod?

[22243] If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Florry Christ,

[22246] the cosmos? No. Be on the side of the angels. Be a prism. You have that

[22247] something within, the higher self. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a

[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

[22254] to bedrock, A. J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy, have you

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

[22260] THE GRAMOPHONE: (Drowning his voice.) Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh... (The

[22261] disc rasps gratingly against the needle.)

[22263] THE THREE WHORES: (Covering their ears, squawk.) Ahhkkk!

[22265] ELIJAH: (In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the face, shouts at the top

[22270] to me I don’t never see no wusser scared female than the way you been,

[22273] President, he twig the whole lot and he aint saying nothing.

[22276] on Constitution hill. I was confirmed by the bishop and enrolled in the

[22280] ZOE-FANNY: I let him larrup it into me for the fun of it.

[22284] the bed.

[22286] STEPHEN: In the beginning was the word, in the end the world without

[22287] end. Blessed be the eight beatitudes.

[22289] (The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bannon,

[22293] THE BEATITUDES: (Incoherently.) Beer beef battledog buybull businum

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

[22305] BEST: (Smiling, lifts the hat and displays a shaven poll from the crown

[22312] the boudoir. I am out for truth. Plain truth for a plain man. Tanderagee

[22313] wants the facts and means to get them.

[22315] (In the cone of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave,

[22316] holyeyed, the bearded figure of Mananaun MacLir broods, chin on knees.

[22323] Ma! White yoghin of the gods. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos.

[22325] have my leg pulled. It has been said by one: beware the left, the cult

[22327] (He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand. On its

[22328] cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac. He wails with

[22329] the vehemence of the ocean.) Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the

[22330] homestead! I am the dreamery creamery butter.

[22332] (A skeleton judashand strangles the light. The green light wanes to

[22333] mauve. The gasjet wails whistling.)

[22335] THE GASJET: Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!

[22337] (Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.)

[22341] LYNCH: (Tossing a cigarette on to the table.) Here.

[22343] ZOE: (Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the

[22344] pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame,

[22345] twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits. Lynch with

[22347] flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie’s green. She puffs calmly at

[22348] her cigarette.) Can you see the beautyspot of my behind?

[22356] then twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of the poker. Blue

[22359] spittle and, gazing in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows. Lipoti Virag,

[22360] basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and struts

[22361] two steps to the left on gawky pink stilts. He is sausaged into several

[22363] of parchment. In his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle

[22369] evidence hereabouts, eh? Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact

[22371] are a particular devotee. The injection mark on the thigh I hope you

[22376] VIRAG: Number two on the other hand, she of the cherry rouge and

[22380] understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of

[22387] pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest

[22389] has been mulcted. Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Observe the

[22398] eye with a finger and barks hoarsely.) Hoax! Beware of the flapper

[22399] and bogus mournful. Lily of the alley. All possess bachelor’s button

[22402] number three. There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. Observe

[22403] the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. What ho, she

[22404] bumps! The ugly duckling of the party, longcasted and deep in keel.

[22415] weight of bosom you remark that she has in front well to the fore two

[22416] protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the

[22420] are the product of careful nurture. When coopfattened their livers

[22427] BLOOM: The stye I dislike.

[22431] the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. For the rest Eve’s

[22447] parasitic tissues. Then nay no I have an inkling. The touch of a

[22455] horsehair under the denned neck. But, to change the venue to the Bulgar

[22456] and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike

[22458] an entire year to the study of the religious problem and the summer

[22459] months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Pomegranate!

[22460] From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step. Pyjamas, let us say?

[22461] Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? Or, put we the case,

[22465] (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores then gazes at the veiled

[22466] mauve light, hearing the everflying moth.)

[22472] VIRAG: (Prompts in a pig’s whisper.) Insects of the day spend their

[22473] brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the smell of the

[22476] They had a proverb in the Carpathians in or about the year five thousand

[22482] find that these night insects follow the light. An illusion for remember

[22483] their complex unadjustable eye. For all these knotty points see the

[22484] seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion

[22485] which Doctor L. B. says is the book sensation of the year. Some, to

[22497] reads, his glowworm’s nose running backwards over the letters which he

[22499] shortly be upon us. I’m the best o’cook. Those succulent bivalves

[22500] may help us and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through

[22507] sesame. The cloven sex. Why they fear vermin, creeping things. Yet Eve

[22508] and the serpent contradicts. Not a historical fact. Obvious analogy to

[22514] closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) That the cows with their those

[22515] distended udders that they have been the the known...

[22518] Spontaneously to seek out the saurian’s lair in order to entrust their

[22520] the world. In life. In death.

[22523] at the moth out of blear bulged eyes, points a horning claw and cries.)

[22529] He doth rest anon. (He snaps his jaws suddenly on the air.)

[22531] THE MOTH:

[22534] Ever flying in the spring

[22538] On the wing, on the wing!

[22540] (He rushes against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) Pretty pretty

[22547] wears dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps. He has the romantic

[22549] spindlelegs and sparrow feet are those of the tenor Mario, prince of

[22553] HENRY: (In a low dulcet voice, touching the strings of his guitar.)

[22556] (Virag truculent, his jowl set, stares at the lamp. Grave Bloom regards

[22557] Zoe’s neck. Henry gallant turns with pendant dewlap to the piano.)

[22561] Expect this is the. Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old

[22564] drunk, by the way. (He touches the keys again.) Minor chord comes now.

[22575] the letter about the lute?

[22577] FLORRY: (Smirking.) The bird that can sing and won’t sing.

[22579] (The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with

[22580] lawnmowers, appear in the window embrasure. Both are masked with Matthew

[22584] the buttend of a pencil, like a good young idiot. Three pounds twelve

[22586] Mooney’s en ville, Mooney’s sur mer, the Moira, Larchet’s, Holles

[22596] FLORRY: And the song?

[22598] STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

[22605] of grasshalms.) Clever ever. Out of it out of it. By the bye have

[22606] you the book, the thing, the ashplant? Yes, there it, yes. Cleverever

[22614] pupils waxing.) To hell with the pope! Nothing new under the sun. I am

[22615] the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Why I left

[22616] the church of Rome. Read the Priest, the Woman and the Confessional.

[22621] fiercely with big lingam, the stiff one. (He cries.) Coactus volui. Then

[22627] LYNCH: I hope you gave the good father a penance. Nine glorias for

[22642] God! He had two left feet. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the

[22644] his eye agonising in his flat skullneck and yelps over the mute world.)

[22647] KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got

[22648] from Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn’t

[22649] swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the mattress and we

[22650] all subscribed for the funeral.

[22671] lips.) She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. Panther, the Roman

[22674] her tympanum. (With gibbering baboon’s cries he jerks his hips in the

[22684] (The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the

[22685] ringkeepers and the ropes and mob him with open arms.)

[22687] THE VIRGINS: (Gushingly.) Big Ben! Ben my Chree!

[22689] A VOICE: Hold that fellow with the bad breeches.

[22703] to the door, his wild harp slung behind him. Virag reaches the door in

[22705] the wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with his head.)

[22707] THE FLYBILL: K. 11. Post No Bills. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks.

[22718] the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. But beware

[22719] Antisthenes, the dog sage, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. The

[22720] agony in the closet.

[22722] LYNCH: All one and the same God to her.

[22730] STEPHEN: Cardinal sin. Monks of the screw.

[22733] appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks. Seven

[22741] THE CARDINAL:

[22744] He lies in the lowest dungeon

[22751] O, the poor little fellow

[22760] I’m suffering the agony of the damned. By the hoky fiddle, thanks

[22762] they’d walk me off the face of the bloody globe.

[22765] the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying his hat from

[22766] side to side, shrinking quickly to the size of his trainbearers. The

[22773] And the breath of the balmy night

[22775] (The trick doorhandle turns.)

[22777] THE DOORHANDLE: Theeee!

[22779] ZOE: The devil is in that door.

[22781] (A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking the

[22782] waterproof and hat from the rack. Bloom starts forward involuntarily

[22783] and, half closing the door as he passes, takes the chocolate from his

[22786] ZOE: (Sniffs his hair briskly.) Hmmm! Thank your mother for the rabbits.

[22789] BLOOM: (Hearing a male voice in talk with the whores on the doorstep,

[22790] pricks his ears.) If it were he? After? Or because not? Or the double

[22793] ZOE: (Tears open the silverfoil.) Fingers was made before forks. (She

[22797] mouth, his head cocked. She whirls the prize in left circle. His head

[22803] KITTY: (Chewing.) The engineer I was with at the bazaar does have lovely

[22804] ones. Full of the best liqueurs. And the viceroy was there with his

[22805] lady. The gas we had on the Toft’s hobbyhorses. I’m giddy still.

[22809] towards the door. Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a swift

[22810] pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of past master, drawing

[22814] (A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside.

[22822] (A firm heelclacking tread is heard on the stairs.)

[22824] BLOOM: (Takes the chocolate.) Aphrodisiac? Tansy and pennyroyal. But I

[22831] (The door opens. Bella Cohen, a massive whoremistress, enters. She

[22832] is dressed in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the hem with

[22841] (She glances round her at the couples. Then her eyes rest on Bloom with

[22845] THE FAN: (Flirting quickly, then slowly.) Married, I see.

[22849] THE FAN: (Half opening, then closing.) And the missus is master.

[22854] THE FAN: (Folding together, rests against her left eardrop.) Have you

[22859] THE FAN: (Folded akimbo against her waist.) Is me her was you dreamed

[22860] before? Was then she him you us since knew? Am all them and the same now

[22863] (Bella approaches, gently tapping with the fan.)

[22868] THE FAN: (Tapping.) We have met. You are mine. It is fate.

[22872] speak, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before

[22873] the too late box of the general postoffice of human life. The door

[22875] second according to the law of falling bodies. I have felt this instant

[22878] in animal heat. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Near the

[22879] end, remembering king David and the Sunamite, he shared his bed with

[22883] RICHIE GOULDING: (Bagweighted, passes the door.) Mocking is catch. Best

[22886] THE FAN: (Tapping.) All things end. Be mine. Now.

[22889] Rain, exposure at dewfall on the searocks, a peccadillo at my time of

[22892] THE FAN: (Points downwards slowly.) You may.

[22897] THE FAN: (Points downwards quickly.) You must.

[22900] Learned when I served my time and worked the mail order line for

[22904] (Bella raises her gown slightly and, steadying her pose, lifts to the

[22910] love’s young dream, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace

[22911] up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so

[22916] THE HOOF: Smell my hot goathide. Feel my royal weight.

[22920] THE HOOF: If you bungle, Handy Andy, I’ll kick your football for you.

[22922] BLOOM: Not to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night of the bazaar

[22926] (He knots the lace. Bella places her foot on the floor. Bloom raises

[22937] BELLO: (His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Adorer of the adulterous rump!

[22945] BELLO: Down! (He taps her on the shoulder with his fan.) Incline feet

[22947] On the hands down!

[22949] BLOOM: (Her eyes upturned in the sign of admiration, closing, yaps.)

[22954] tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground in the attitude of most

[22961] in.) Footstool! Feel my entire weight. Bow, bondslave, before the

[22968] for you. I’m the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in!

[22973] (Bloom creeps under the sofa and peers out through the fringe.)

[22994] BELLO: (Savagely.) The nosering, the pliers, the bastinado, the hanging

[22995] hook, the knout I’ll make you kiss while the flutes play like the

[22997] remember me for the balance of your natural life. (His forehead veins

[23001] suck my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed

[23004] from the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice and

[23015] BELLO: (Shouts.) Good, by the rumping jumping general! That’s the best

[23029] (The brothel cook, Mrs Keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a greasy bib,

[23031] stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the

[23038] vicechairman of the Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness’s

[23051] Banbury cross. I’ll ride him for the Eclipse stakes. (He bends

[23054] cockhorse, leaping in the, in the saddle.) The lady goes a pace a pace

[23055] and the coachman goes a trot a trot and the gentleman goes a gallop a

[23075] under the yoke. Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male

[23076] garments, you understand, Ruby Cohen? and don the shot silk luxuriously

[23086] the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the absolute outside edge, while your figure,

[23090] scent for Alice. Alice will feel the pullpull. Martha and Mary will be

[23091] a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly

[23097] save the laundry bill. My own shirts I turned. It was the purest thrift.

[23100] coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your

[23103] short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that

[23104] Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the Shelbourne hotel, eh?

[23110] lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be

[23112] P., signor Laci Daremo, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the liftboy,

[23113] Henri Fleury of Gordon Bennett fame, Sheridan, the quadroon Croesus, the

[23119] be a true corsetlover when I was female impersonator in the High School

[23122] his eyelids. Cult of the beautiful.

[23125] your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the

[23128] BLOOM: Science. To compare the various joys we each enjoy. (Earnestly.)

[23129] And really it’s better the position... because often I used to wet...

[23131] BELLO: (Sternly.) No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the corner

[23134] on your swaddles. Aha! By the ass of the Dorans you’ll find I’m a

[23135] martinet. The sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.

[23137] THE SINS OF THE PAST: (In a medley of voices.) He went through a form of

[23138] clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black

[23141] the instrument in the callbox. By word and deed he frankly encouraged

[23145] strongmembered males. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did

[23147] what and how much he could see? Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar,

[23151] BELLO: (Whistles loudly.) Say! What was the most revolting piece of

[23152] obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be

[23157] stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the girl, the woman, the whore, the other,

[23158] the...)

[23161] thought the half of the... I swear on my sacred oath...

[23185] BELLO: You will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in

[23186] the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh’s the cook’s, a sandy

[23187] one. Ay, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like

[23190] well, miss, with the hairbrush. You’ll be taught the error of

[23195] ladylike, the colonel, above all, when they come here the night before

[23196] the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. First I’ll

[23197] have a go at you myself. A man I know on the turf named Charles Alberta

[23198] Marsh (I was in bed with him just now and another gentleman out of the

[23199] Hanaper and Petty Bag office) is on the lookout for a maid of all work

[23200] at a short knock. Swell the bust. Smile. Droop shoulders. What offers?

[23204] hardon? (He shoves his arm in a bidder’s face.) Here wet the deck and

[23211] THE LACQUEY: Barang!

[23218] cheap at the price. Fourteen hands high. Touch and examine shis points.

[23221] gallons a day. A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the hour. His

[23229] VOICES: (Subdued.) For the Caliph. Haroun Al Raschid.

[23231] BELLO: (Gaily.) Right. Let them all come. The scanty, daringly short

[23232] skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is a

[23233] potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with the

[23234] long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee, appeal to the better

[23235] instincts of the blasé man about town. Learn the smooth mincing walk on

[23236] four inch Louis Quinze heels, the Grecian bend with provoking croup,

[23237] the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. Bring all your powers of

[23244] stoops and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the fat suet folds

[23253] BELLO: (Sarcastically.) I wouldn’t hurt your feelings for the world

[23254] but there’s a man of brawn in possession there. The tables are turned,

[23261] her guts already! That makes you wild, don’t it? Touches the spot? (He

[23264] BLOOM: I was indecently treated, I... Inform the police. Hundred pounds.

[23276] (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the wold.)

[23281] fingertipping, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the

[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

[23290] in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the arms of her lover and

[23297] and his menfriends are living there in clover. The Cuckoos’ Rest!

[23301] for the goose, my gander O.

[23305] BELLO: (Cuttingly.) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet

[23306] you bought at Wren’s auction. In their horseplay with Moll the romp

[23307] to find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue

[23308] you carried home in the rain for art for art’s sake. They will violate

[23309] the secrets of your bottom drawer. Pages will be torn from your handbook

[23313] BLOOM: Ten and six. The act of low scoundrels. Let me go. I will return.

[23333] old Cuck Cohen, my stepnephew I married, the bloody old gouty procurator

[23335] husbands, whatever the buggers’ names were, suffocated in the one

[23346] (Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the sacrifice, sobs, his face to

[23347] the earth. The passing bell is heard. Darkshawled figures of the

[23348] circumcised, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the wailing wall. M.

[23350] Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, The Reverend Leopold

[23351] Abramovitz, Chazen. With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the

[23354] THE CIRCUMCISED: (In dark guttural chant as they cast dead sea fruit

[23358] heard of him. No? Queer kind of chap. There’s the widow. That so? Ah,

[23361] (From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends. The pall of

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

[23368] THE NYMPH: (Softly.) Mortal! (Kindly.) Nay, dost not weepest!

[23370] BLOOM: (Crawls jellily forward under the boughs, streaked by sunlight,

[23374] THE NYMPH: Mortal! You found me in evil company, highkickers, coster

[23376] fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical

[23377] act, the hit of the century. I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt

[23378] of rock oil. I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to

[23381] gentleman. Useful hints to the married.

[23386] THE NYMPH: (Sadly.) Rubber goods. Neverrip brand as supplied to the

[23393] THE NYMPH: I do. You bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me

[23402] THE NYMPH: During dark nights I heard your praise.

[23404] BLOOM: (Quickly.) Yes, yes. You mean that I... Sleep reveals the worst

[23406] or rather was pushed. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. For the rest

[23411] THE NYMPH: (Her fingers in her ears.) And words. They are not in my

[23416] THE YEWS: Ssh!

[23418] THE NYMPH: (Covers her face with her hands.) What have I not seen in

[23422] with care. The quoits are loose. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago.

[23424] THE NYMPH: (Bends her head.) Worse, worse!

[23431] (The sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade.)

[23433] THE WATERFALL:

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

[23441] JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (In the background, in Irish National Forester’s

[23445] THE YEWS: (Murmuring.) Who came to Poulaphouca with the High School

[23451] THE ECHO: Sham!

[23457] a jolting car, the mingling odours of the ladies’ cloakroom and

[23458] lavatory, the throng penned tight on the old Royal stairs (for they

[23459] love crushes, instinct of the herd, and the dark sexsmelling theatre

[23460] unbridles vice), even a pricelist of their hosiery. And then the heat.

[23467] of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom.)

[23469] THE HALCYON DAYS: Mackerel! Live us again. Hurray! (They cheer.)

[23473] Let’s ring all the bells in Montague street. (He cheers feebly.)

[23474] Hurray for the High School!

[23476] THE ECHO: Fool!

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

[23479] kisses are heard in all the wood. Faces of hamadryads peep out from

[23480] the boles and among the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) Who

[23483] THE NYMPH: (Coyly, through parting fingers.) There? In the open air?

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

[23433] THE WATERFALL:

[23491] THE NYMPH: (With wide fingers.) O, infamy!

[23493] BLOOM: I was precocious. Youth. The fauna. I sacrificed to the god of

[23494] the forest. The flowers that bloom in the spring. It was pairing

[23497] with poor papa’s operaglasses: The wanton ate grass wildly. She rolled

[23500] The demon possessed me. Besides, who saw?

[23503] humid nostrils through the foliage.)

[23514] THE NANNYGOAT: (Bleats.) Megeggaggegg! Nannannanny!

[23518] intently downwards on the water.) Thirtytwo head over heels per second.

[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

[23522] the purple waiting waters.)

[23524] THE DUMMYMUMMY: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!

[23526] (Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the Erin’s King

[23528] the land.)

[23532] place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my

[23537] THE NYMPH: (Loftily.) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such

[23543] BLOOM: (Pawing the heather abjectly.) O, I have been a perfect pig.

[23545] which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. Up the fundament. With Hamilton

[23546] Long’s syringe, the ladies’ friend.

[23548] THE NYMPH: In my presence. The powderpuff. (She blushes and makes a

[23549] knee.) And the rest!

[23552] where the back changes name. (With sudden fervour.) For why should the

[23553] dainty scented jewelled hand, the hand that rules...?

[23555] (Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the treestems,

[23558] THE VOICE OF KITTY: (In the thicket.) Show us one of them cushions.

[23560] THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Here.

[23562] (A grouse wings clumsily through the underwood.)

[23564] THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (In the thicket.) Whew! Piping hot!

[23566] THE VOICE OF ZOE: (From the thicket.) Came from a hot place.

[23568] THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war

[23572] BLOOM: It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit

[23574] grant the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted

[23433] THE WATERFALL:

[23581] THE YEWS: Ssh! Sister, speak!

[23583] THE NYMPH: (Eyeless, in nun’s white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple,

[23585] Carmel. The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes. No more desire. (She

[23586] reclines her head, sighing.) Only the ethereal. Where dreamy creamy gull

[23587] waves o’er the waters dull.

[23591] THE BUTTON: Bip!

[23593] (Two sluts of the Coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly.)

[23595] THE SLUTS:

[23597] O, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers

[23601] BLOOM: (Coldly.) You have broken the spell. The last straw. If there

[23605] THE YEWS: (Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their skinny arms

[23608] THE NYMPH: (Her features hardening, gropes in the folds of her habit.)

[23610] robe.) Sully my innocence! You are not fit to touch the garment of a

[23613] clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his

[23617] lives! Fair play, madam. No pruningknife. The fox and the grapes, is it?

[23619] clutches her veil.) A holy abbot you want or Brophy, the lame gardener,

[23620] or the spoutless statue of the watercarrier, or good mother Alphonsus,

[23623] THE NYMPH: (With a cry flees from him unveiled, her plaster cast

[23624] cracking, a cloud of stench escaping from the cracks.) Poli...!

[23626] BLOOM: (Calls after her.) As if you didn’t get it on the double

[23629] the nail? You fee mendancers on the Riviera, I read. (The fleeing nymph

[23634] (The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.)

[23636] BELLA: You’ll know me the next time.

[23639] in the tooth and superfluous hair. A raw onion the last thing at night

[23641] eyes are as vapid as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. They have the

[23656] BELLA: (Turns to the piano.) Which of you was playing the dead march

[23659] ZOE: Me. Mind your cornflowers. (She darts to the piano and bangs chords

[23660] on it with crossed arms.) The cat’s ramble through the slag. (She

[23662] to the table.) What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is my own.

[23664] (Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the silver paper. Bloom

[23681] STEPHEN: To have or not to have that is the question.

[23684] and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking.) Those that hides

[23690] (She goes to the pianola. Stephen fumbles in his pocket and, taking out

[23694] the sow’s ear of the public. Madam, excuse me. If you allow me. (He

[23695] indicates vaguely Lynch and Bloom.) We are all in the same sweepstake,

[23698] LYNCH: (Calls from the hearth.) Dedalus! Give her your blessing for me.

[23702] BELLA: (Looks at the money, then at Stephen, then at Zoe, Florry and

[23709] (Bella goes to the table to count the money while Stephen talks to

[23710] himself in monosyllables. Zoe bends over the table. Kitty leans over

[23712] waist, adds his head to the group.)

[23715] over to the table. Bloom approaches.)

[23717] BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (Chattering and squabbling.) The

[23718] gentleman... ten shillings... paying for the three... allow me a

[23720] ... mind who you’re pinching... are you staying the night or a short

[23721] time?... who did?... you’re a liar, excuse me... the gentleman paid

[23724] STEPHEN: (At the pianola, making a gesture of abhorrence.) No bottles!

[23727] ZOE: (Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the top

[23728] of her stocking.) Hard earned on the flat of my back.

[23730] LYNCH: (Lifting Kitty from the table.) Come!

[23732] KITTY: Wait. (She clutches the two crowns.)

[23738] (He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on the sofa.)

[23742] The fox crew, the cocks flew,

[1268] The bells in heaven

[23747] BLOOM: (Quietly lays a half sovereign on the table between Bella and

[23748] Florry.) So. Allow me. (He takes up the poundnote.) Three times ten.

[23754] ZOE: (Points.) Him? Deep as a drawwell. (Lynch bends Kitty back over the

[23755] sofa and kisses her. Bloom goes with the poundnote to Stephen.)

[23775] STEPHEN: Why striking eleven? Proparoxyton. Moment before the next

[23785] STEPHEN: (Comes to the table.) Cigarette, please. (Lynch tosses a

[23786] cigarette from the sofa to the table.) And so Georgina Johnson is dead

[23787] and married. (A cigarette appears on the table. Stephen looks at it.)

[23789] light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.)

[23792] you held the match nearer.

[23794] STEPHEN: (Brings the match near his eye.) Lynx eye. Must get glasses.

[23795] Broke them yesterday. Sixteen years ago. Distance. The eye sees all

[23796] flat. (He draws the match away. It goes out.) Brain thinks. Near: far.

[23797] Ineluctable modality of the visible. (He frowns mysteriously.) Hm.

[23798] Sphinx. The beast that has two backs at midnight. Married.

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

[23807] LYNCH: (Embracing Kitty on the sofa, chants deeply.) Dona nobis pacem.

[23809] (The cigarette slips from Stephen’s fingers. Bloom picks it up and

[23810] throws it in the grate.)

[23817] STEPHEN: (Extends his hand to her smiling and chants to the air of the

[23818] bloodoath in the Dusk of the Gods.)

[23828] LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could not shiver and

[23832] it in your face. The eye, like that. (She frowns with lowered head.)

[23836] (Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffin of the pianola flies open,

[23837] the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolan springs up.)

[23842] (Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the head of Don John Conmee rises

[23843] from the pianola coffin.)

[23851] His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock.

[23862] ZOE: Mount of the moon. You’ll meet with a... (She peers at his hands

[23870] knuckles for the women.

[23872] ZOE: (Peering at Bloom’s palm.) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and

[23890] ZOE: I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.

[23898] idly on the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.)

[23904] Donnybrook, trots past. Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the

[23905] sideseats. The Ormond boots crouches behind on the axle. Sadly over the

[23908] THE BOOTS: (Jogging, mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers.)

[23909] Haw haw have you the horn?

[23917] (Over the well of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his boater straw set

[23922] LENEHAN: Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a

[23937] BOYLAN: (Jumps surely from the car and calls loudly for all to hear.)

[23941] and powdered wig.) I’m afraid not, sir. The last articles...

[23950] out of the water.) Raoul darling, come and dry me. I’m in my pelt.

[23959] MARION: Let him look, the pishogue! Pimp! And scourge himself! I’ll

[23960] write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to

[23969] BOYLAN: (To Bloom, over his shoulder.) You can apply your eye to the

[23973] the deed and take a snapshot? (He holds out an ointment jar.) Vaseline,

[23976] KITTY: (From the sofa.) Tell us, Florry. Tell us. What...

[23981] MINA KENNEDY: (Her eyes upturned.) O, it must be like the scent of

[23986] the room doing it! Ride a cockhorse. You could hear them in Paris and

[23991] BOYLAN’S VOICE: (Sweetly, hoarsely, in the pit of his stomach.) Ah!

[24002] LYNCH: (Points.) The mirror up to nature. (He laughs.) Hu hu hu hu hu!

[24004] (Stephen and Bloom gaze in the mirror. The face of William Shakespeare,

[24005] beardless, appears there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the

[24006] reflection of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall.)

[24008] SHAKESPEARE: (In dignified ventriloquy.) ’Tis the loud laugh bespeaks

[24009] the vacant mind. (To Bloom.) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest

[24013] BLOOM: (Smiles yellowly at the three whores.) When will I hear the joke?

[24017] BLOOM: Lapses are condoned. Even the great Napoleon when measurements

[24018] were taken next the skin after his death...

[24028] with a crying cod’s mouth, Alice struggling with the baby. She cuffs

[24033] SUSY: Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!

[24037] (The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare’s

[24038] beardless face. The marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the children run

[24039] aside. Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and

[24044] And they call me the jewel of Asia!

[24049] Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first

[24050] confessionbox. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions

[24051] of the house of Lambert. And Noah was drunk with wine. And his ark was

[24054] BELLA: None of that here. Come to the wrong shop.

[24060] (Stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplace where he

[24064] LYNCH: (Pommelling on the sofa.) Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmmm.

[24071] extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english

[24083] THE WHORES: Bravo! Parleyvoo!

[24090] grotesque gestures which Lynch and the whores reply to.) Caoutchouc

[24092] lesbic the kiss five ten times. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every

[24095] the belly pièce de Shakespeare.

[24097] BELLA: (Clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa, with a shout of

[24098] laughter.) An omelette on the... Ho! ho! ho! ho!... omelette on the...

[24106] THE WHORES: (Laughing.) Encore! Encore!

[24112] LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.

[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,

[24135] halfcastes. Wouldn’t let them within the bawl of an ass. Head up!

[24137] Ulster king at arms! Haihoop! (He makes the beagle’s call, giving

[24140] (The fronds and spaces of the wallpaper file rapidly across country.

[24142] grandmother, runs swift for the open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth,

[24143] under the leaves. The pack of staghounds follows, nose to the ground,

[24146] Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty

[24149] waving torches. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players,

[24153] THE CROWD:

[24155] Card of the races. Racing card!

[24156] Ten to one the field!

[24157] Tommy on the clay here! Tommy on the clay!

[24161] Sell the monkey, boys! Sell the monkey!

[24164] (A dark horse, riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winningpost,

[24165] his mane moonfoaming, his eyeballs stars. The field follows, a bunch of

[24166] bucking mounts. Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel,

[24167] the Duke of Westminster’s Shotover, Repulse, the Duke of Beaufort’s

[24170] isabelle nag, Cock of the North, the favourite, honey cap, green jacket,

[24171] orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, gripping the reins, a hockeystick at

[24172] the ready. His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky

[24175] THE ORANGE LODGES: (Jeering.) Get down and push, mister. Last lap!

[24176] You’ll be home the night!

[24179] postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the

[24180] prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop.)

[24188] THE GREEN LODGES: Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!

[24190] (Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the

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

[24201] ZOE: That’s me. (She claps her hands.) Dance! Dance! (She runs to the

[24209] augur’s rod? (He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his

[24212] ZOE: (Turns the drumhandle.) There.

[24214] (She drops two pennies in the slot. Gold, pink and violet lights

[24215] start forth. The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz. Professor

[24217] inverness cape, bent in two from incredible age, totters across the

[24218] room, his hands fluttering. He sits tinily on the pianostool and

[24219] lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard, nodding with

[24223] Who’ll dance? Clear the table.

[24225] (The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My

[24226] Girl’s a Yorkshire Girl. Stephen throws his ashplant on the table and

[24227] seizes Zoe round the waist. Florry and Bella push the table towards the

[24229] her round the room. Bloom stands aside. Her sleeve falling from gracing

[24230] arms, reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination. Between the curtains

[24231] Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins a silk

[24240] MAGINNI: The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. No connection with

[24242] Deportment. The Katty Lanner step. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean

[24246] (The prelude ceases. Professor Goodwin, beating vague arms shrivels,

[24247] sinks, his live cape falling about the stool. The air in firmer waltz

[24248] time sounds. Stephen and Zoe circle freely. The lights change, glow,

[24251] THE PIANOLA:

[24255] (From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slimsandalled,

[24257] twirling their skipping ropes. The hours of noon follow in amber gold.

[24258] Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun in mocking

[24264] (The morning and noon hours waltz in their places, turning, advancing to

[24251] THE PIANOLA:

[24280] (Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing. The twilight hours

[24283] gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land breeze.)

[24287] (The night hours, one by one, steal to the last place. Morning, noon and

[24291] THE BRACELETS: Heigho! Heigho!

[24297] (Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the floor, weaving,

[24307] (Twining, receding, with interchanging hands the night hours link each

[24251] THE PIANOLA:

[24318] KITTY: (Jumps up.) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus

[24323] Toft’s cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the

[24251] THE PIANOLA:

[24338] the table and takes the floor. All wheel whirl waltz twirl. Bloombella

[24251] THE PIANOLA:

[24369] (The couples fall aside. Stephen whirls giddily. Room whirls back. Eyes

[24375] (Stephen’s mother, emaciated, rises stark through the floor, in leper

[24382] THE CHOIR:

[24386] (From the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in particoloured jester’s

[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

[24399] BUCK MULLIGAN: (Shakes his curling capbell.) The mockery of it! Kinch

[24400] dogsbody killed her bitchbody. She kicked the bucket. (Tears of molten

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

[24404] THE MOTHER: (Comes nearer, breathing upon him softly her breath of

[24406] the world. You too. Time will come.

[24411] THE MOTHER: (A green rill of bile trickling from a side of her mouth.)

[24414] STEPHEN: (Eagerly.) Tell me the word, mother, if you know now. The word

[24417] THE MOTHER: Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at

[24418] Dalkey with Paddy Lee? Who had pity for you when you were sad among the

[24419] strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the

[24422] STEPHEN: The ghoul! Hyena!

[24424] THE MOTHER: I pray for you in my other world. Get Dilly to make you that

[24428] ZOE: (Fanning herself with the grate fan.) I’m melting!

[24432] BLOOM: (Goes to the window to open it more.) Giddy.

[24434] THE MOTHER: (With smouldering eyes.) Repent! O, the fire of hell!

[24436] STEPHEN: (Panting.) His noncorrosive sublimate! The corpsechewer! Raw

[24439] THE MOTHER: (Her face drawing near and nearer, sending out an ashen

[24448] BLOOM: (At the window.) What?

[24450] STEPHEN: Ah non, par exemple! The intellectual imagination! With me all

[24455] THE MOTHER: (Wrings her hands slowly, moaning desperately.) O Sacred

[24462] THE MOTHER: (In the agony of her deathrattle.) Have mercy on Stephen,

[24468] (He lifts his ashplant high with both hands and smashes the chandelier.

[24469] Time’s livid final flame leaps and, in the following darkness, ruin of

[24472] THE GASJET: Pwfungg!

[24482] beats the ground and flies from the room, past the whores at the door.)

[24486] (The two whores rush to the halldoor. Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede

[24487] from the room. They talk excitedly. Bloom follows, returns.)

[24489] THE WHORES: (Jammed in the doorway, pointing.) Down there.

[24493] BELLA: Who pays for the lamp? (She seizes Bloom’s coattail.) Here, you

[24494] were with him. The lamp’s broken.

[24496] BLOOM: (Rushes to the hall, rushes back.) What lamp, woman?

[24509] BLOOM: (His head under the lamp, pulls the chain. Pulling, the gasjet

[24510] lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. He raises the ashplant.) Only

[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

[24520] BELLA: Do you want me to call the police?

[24522] BLOOM: O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he’s a Trinity student.

[24523] Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. (He makes

[24524] a masonic sign.) Know what I mean? Nephew of the vicechancellor. You

[24527] BELLA: (Angrily.) Trinity. Coming down here ragging after the boatraces

[24536] ZOE: (In the doorway.) There’s a row on.

[24538] BLOOM: What? Where? (He throws a shilling on the table and starts.)

[24539] That’s for the chimney. Where? I need mountain air.

[24541] (He hurries out through the hall. The whores point. Florry follows,

[24542] spilling water from her tilted tumbler. On the doorstep all the whores

[24543] clustered talk volubly, pointing to the right where the fog has cleared

[24544] off. From the left arrives a jingling hackney car. It slows to in front

[24545] of the house. Bloom at the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher who is

[24546] about to dismount from the car with two silent lechers. He averts

[24547] his face. Bella from within the hall urges on her whores. They blow

[24549] lewd smile. The silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey. Zoe and Kitty

[24551] hood and poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face. Incog

[24552] Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by

[24553] the railings with fleet step of a pard strewing the drag behind him,

[24554] torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. The ashplant marks his stride. A

[24557] picking up the scent, nearer, baying, panting, at fault, breaking away,

[24561] slipperslappers. After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops

[24564] Larry O’Rourke, Joe Cuffe, Mrs O’Dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless

[24565] One, Mrs Riordan, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface,

[24569] Howard Parnell, the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs

[24570] Breen, Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the Westland

[24575] Father Cowley, Crofton out of the Collector-general’s, Dan Dawson,

[24578] handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwidebehindinClonskea tram, the

[24580] and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the managing clerk of Drimmie’s,

[24582] Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Galbraith, the

[24584] the mystery man on the beach, a retriever, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all

[24587] THE HUE AND CRY: (Helterskelterpelterwelter.) He’s Bloom! Stop Bloom!

[24588] Stopabloom! Stopperrobber! Hi! Hi! Stophim on the corner!

[24590] (At the corner of Beaver street beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting

[24591] stops on the fringe of the noisy quarrelling knot, a lot not knowing a

[24592] jot what hi! hi! row and wrangle round the whowhat brawlaltogether.)

[24595] my guests. Uninvited. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of

[24603] VOICES: No, he didn’t. I seen him. The girl there. He was in Mrs

[24606] CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to

[24607] do—you know, and the young man run up behind me. But I’m faithful to

[24608] the man that’s treating me though I’m only a shilling whore.

[24611] Sisyphus. (He points to himself and the others.) Poetic. Uropoetic.

[24617] PRIVATE COMPTON: He doesn’t half want a thick ear, the blighter. Biff

[24630] their shirts. Shirt is synechdoche. Part for the whole.

[24632] CISSY CAFFREY: (To the crowd.) No, I was with the privates.

[24634] STEPHEN: (Amiably.) Why not? The bold soldier boy. In my opinion every

[24640] STEPHEN: (Looks up to the sky.) How? Very unpleasant. Noble art of

[24645] DOLLY GRAY: (From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the sign

[24646] of the heroine of Jericho.) Rahab. Cook’s son, goodbye. Safe home to

[24647] Dolly. Dream of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you.

[24649] (The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.)

[24651] BLOOM: (Elbowing through the crowd, plucks Stephen’s sleeve

[24657] eye. Retaining the perpendicular.

[24664] forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle

[24665] for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the

[24666] tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. (He taps his

[24667] brow.) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.

[24669] BIDDY THE CLAP: Did you hear what the professor said? He’s a professor

[24670] out of the college.

[24674] BIDDY THE CLAP: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of

[24677] CUNTY KATE: Indeed, yes. And at the same time with such apposite

[24683] (Edward the Seventh appears in an archway. He wears a white jersey on

[24684] which an image of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the insignia of

[24692] EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly.) Peace, perfect

[24695] and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck. Mahak makar a bak.

[24698] Lynch. General applause. Edward the Seventh lifts his bucket graciously

[24704] of view though I have no king myself for the moment. This is the age of

[24705] patent medicines. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the

[24708] die for me. Up to the present it has done so. I didn’t want it to die.

[24711] EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Levitates over heaps of slain, in the garb and with

[24712] the halo of Joking Jesus, a white jujube in his phosphorescent face.)

[24715] To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.

[24719] PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Stick one

[24722] BLOOM: (To the privates, softly.) He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

[24738] KEVIN EGAN: H’lo! Bonjour! The vieille ogresse with the dents jaunes.

[24746] hand against the privates.) Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand

[24753] BIDDY THE CLAP: One immediately observes that he is of patrician

[24756] THE VIRAGO: Green above the red, says he. Wolfe Tone.

[24758] THE BAWD: The red’s as good as the green. And better. Up the soldiers!

[24763] THE CITIZEN: (With a huge emerald muffler and shillelagh, calls.)

[24765] May the God above

[24768] To slit the throats

[24769] Of the English dogs

[24771] THE CROPPY BOY: (The ropenoose round his neck, gripes in his issuing

[24775] But I love my country beyond the king.

[24779] dismembered the wife of a compatriot and hid remains in a sheet in the

[24780] cellar, the unfortunate female’s throat being cut from ear to ear.

[24782] Seddon to the gallows.

[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.)

[24787] THE CROPPY BOY:

[24790] (He gives up the ghost. A violent erection of the hanged sends gouts

[24791] of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to the cobblestones. Mrs

[24792] Bellingham, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys

[24795] RUMBOLD: I’m near it myself. (He undoes the noose.) Rope which hanged

[24796] the awful rebel. Ten shillings a time. As applied to Her Royal Highness.

[24797] (He plunges his head into the gaping belly of the hanged and draws out

[24799] duty has now been done. God save the king!

[24801] EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Dances slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and

[24820] (The women’s heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears

[24821] seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the potato blight on her

[24824] STEPHEN: Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge! The old sow that eats

[24827] OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Rocking to and fro.) Ireland’s sweetheart, the king

[24829] them! (She keens with banshee woe.) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine!

[24832] STEPHEN: How do I stand you? The hat trick! Where’s the third person

[24833] of the Blessed Trinity? Soggarth Aroon? The reverend Carrion Crow.

[24839] PRIVATE CARR: (Tugging at his belt.) I’ll wring the neck of any fucker

[24845] THE CITIZEN: Erin go bragh!

[24847] (Major Tweedy and the Citizen exhibit to each other medals, decorations,

[24850] PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He’s a proboer.

[24854] BLOOM: (To the redcoats.) We fought for you in South Africa, Irish

[24858] THE NAVVY: (Staggering past.) O, yes! O God, yes! O, make the kwawr a

[24862] spearpoints. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in

[24864] chevrons and sabretaches, his breast bright with medals, toes the line.

[24865] He gives the pilgrim warrior’s sign of the knights templars.)

[24872] PRIVATE COMPTON: (Waves the crowd back.) Fair play, here. Make a

[24873] bleeding butcher’s shop of the bugger.

[24875] (Massed bands blare Garryowen and God save the King.)

[24879] CUNTY KATE: The brave and the fair.

[24881] BIDDY THE CLAP: Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best.

[24883] CUNTY KATE: (Blushing deeply.) Nay, madam. The gules doublet and merry

[24888] The harlot’s cry from street to street

[24890] PRIVATE CARR: (Loosening his belt, shouts.) I’ll wring the neck of any

[24894] dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman,

[24913] cuirasses. Thieves rob the slain. Birds of prey, winging from the sea,

[24916] blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. The

[24917] midnight sun is darkened. The earth trembles. The dead of Dublin

[24921] at the head of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the void.

[24923] spring from the brink. Their bodies plunge. Factory lasses with fancy

[24926] cutty sarks ride through the air on broomsticks. Quakerlyster plasters

[24928] furrows. They exchange in amity the pass of knights of the red cross and

[24933] Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The O’Donoghue of the Glens against The Glens

[24934] of The O’Donoghue. On an eminence, the centre of the earth, rises

[24935] the fieldaltar of Saint Barbara. Black candles rise from its gospel and

[24936] epistle horns. From the high barbacans of the tower two shafts of light

[24937] fall on the smokepalled altarstone. On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy,

[24940] chasuble, his two left feet back to the front, celebrates camp mass. The

[24942] his head and collar back to the front, holds over the celebrant’s head

[24947] THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: To the devil which hath made glad my young

[24950] FATHER MALACHI O’FLYNN: (Takes from the chalice and elevates a

[24953] THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Raises high behind the celebrant’s

[24957] THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof,

[24960] (From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)

[24964] THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Alleluia, for the Lord God Omnipotent

[24960] (From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)

[24972] sing Kick the Pope and Daily, daily sing to Mary.)

[24975] me fucking Christ! I’ll wring the bastard fucker’s bleeding blasted

[24978] (The retriever, nosing on the fringe of the crowd, barks noisily.)

[24986] LYNCH: He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! (To Bloom.)

[25006] (He rushes towards Stephen, fist outstretched, and strikes him in the

[25008] face to the sky, his hat rolling to the wall. Bloom follows and picks it

[25013] THE RETRIEVER: (Barking furiously.) Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute.

[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

[25019] A HAG: What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under

[25020] the influence. Let them go and fight the Boers!

[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.

[25027] THE RETRIEVER: (Barking.) Wow wow wow.

[25032] Here’s the cops! (Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group.)

[25037] assaulted my chum. (The retriever barks.) Who owns the bleeding tyke?

[25043] BLOOM: (Glances sharply at the man.) Leave him to me. I can easily...

[25047] PRIVATE CARR: (Lurches towards the watch.) He insulted my lady friend.

[25052] SECOND WATCH: I don’t want your instructions in the discharge of my

[25056] Bennett’ll shove you in the lockup.

[25063] BLOOM: (Peering over the crowd.) I just see a car there. If you give me

[25069] appears among the bystanders.)

[25071] BLOOM: (Quickly.) O, the very man! (He whispers.) Simon Dedalus’ son.

[25076] CORNY KELLEHER: (To the watch, with drawling eye.) That’s all right.

[25077] I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. (He laughs.)

[25080] FIRST WATCH: (Turns to the crowd.) Here, what are you all gaping at?

[25083] (The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down the lane.)

[25091] CORNY KELLEHER: (Nudges the second watch.) Come and wipe your name off

[25092] the slate. (He lilts, wagging his head.) With my tooraloom tooraloom

[25103] BLOOM: (Shakes hands with both of the watch in turn.) Thank you very

[25113] report it at the station.

[25121] THE WATCH: (Saluting together.) Night, gentlemen. (They move off with

[25124] BLOOM: (Blows.) Providential you came on the scene. You have a car?...

[25127] the car brought up against the scaffolding.) Two commercials that were

[25129] quid on the race. Drowning his grief. And were on for a go with the

[25134] CORNY KELLEHER: (Laughs.) Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots.

[25137] in the house, what, eh, do you follow me? Hah, hah, hah!

[25141] fellow, he’s laid up for the past week) and we had a liquor together

[25144] (The horse neighs.)

[25146] THE HORSE: Hohohohohohoh! Hohohohome!

[25149] left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen’s and I told him to pull up and

[25155] (Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars. Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls

[25156] at the horse. Bloom, in gloom, looms down.)

[25165] I’ll shove along. (He laughs.) I’ve a rendezvous in the morning.

[25166] Burying the dead. Safe home!

[25168] THE HORSE: (Neighs.) Hohohohohome.

[25172] (Corny Kelleher returns to the outside car and mounts it. The horse

[25175] CORNY KELLEHER: (From the car, standing.) Night.

[25179] (The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip encouragingly. The

[25180] car and horse back slowly, awkwardly, and turn. Corny Kelleher on the

[25182] The jarvey joins in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the

[25184] and palm Corny Kelleher reassures that the two bobbies will allow the

[25186] conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs. The car

[25187] jingles tooraloom round the corner of the tooraloom lane. Corny Kelleher

[25189] Kelleher that he is reassuraloomtay. The tinkling hoofs and jingling

[25192] stands irresolute. Then he bends to him and shakes him by the shoulder.)

[25195] is no answer.) The name if you call. Somnambulist. (He bends again

[25196] and, hesitating, brings his mouth near the face of the prostrate form.)

[25207] the buttons of Stephen’s waistcoat.) To breathe. (He brushes the

[25213] ... shadows... the woods

[25216] holding the hat and ashplant, stands erect. A dog barks in the distance.

[25217] Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the ashplant. He looks down on

[25220] BLOOM: (Communes with the night.) Face reminds me of his poor mother.

[25221] In the shady wood. The deep white breast. Ferguson, I think I caught.

[25224] art or arts... (He murmurs.)... in the rough sands of the sea... a

[25225] cabletow’s length from the shore... where the tide ebbs... and flows

[25229] in the attitude of secret master. Against the dark wall a figure appears

[25232] in his hand. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing the

16. Eumaeus

[25257] Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of

[25258] the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up

[25262] Bloom in view of the hour it was and there being no pump of Vartry water

[25264] expedient by suggesting, off the reel, the propriety of the cabman’s

[25266] where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a milk and

[25267] soda or a mineral. But how to get there was the rub. For the nonce he

[25268] was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the duty plainly devolved upon him

[25269] to take some measures on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means

[25271] rather pale in the face so that it occurred to him as highly advisable

[25277] service in the shaving line, they both walked together along Beaver

[25278] street or, more properly, lane as far as the farrier’s and the

[25279] distinctly fetid atmosphere of the livery stables at the corner of

[25280] Montgomery street where they made tracks to the left from thence

[25281] debouching into Amiens street round by the corner of Dan Bergin’s. But

[25284] fellows inside on the spree, outside the North Star hotel and there was

[25290] there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter and foot it

[25291] which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullett’s and the

[25292] Signal House which they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the

[25294] by the circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers had,

[25295] to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way of all buttons though,

[25296] entering thoroughly into the spirit of the thing, he heroically made

[25297] light of the mischance. So as neither of them were particularly pressed

[25298] for time, as it happened, and the temperature refreshing since it

[25299] cleared up after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they dandered

[25300] along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a fare or

[25302] sandstrewer happened to be returning and the elder man recounted to his

[25303] companion à propos of the incident his own truly miraculous escape

[25304] of some little while back. They passed the main entrance of the Great

[25305] Northern railway station, the starting point for Belfast, where of

[25306] course all traffic was suspended at that late hour and passing the

[25307] backdoor of the morgue (a not very enticing locality, not to say

[25308] gruesome to a degree, more especially at night) ultimately gained the

[25310] C division police station. Between this point and the high at present

[25312] associated with Baird’s the stonecutter’s in his mind somehow in

[25313] Talbot place, first turning on the right, while the other who was acting

[25314] as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of

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

[25317] of the public the primary and most indispensable. Bread, the staff of

[25318] life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke’s the

[25324] spoke a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of ill fame

[25326] as a habitual practice, was of the nature of a regular deathtrap for

[25328] habits under the influence of liquor unless you knew a little jiujitsu

[25329] for every contingency as even a fellow on the broad of his back could

[25331] was the appearance on the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was

[25332] blissfully unconscious but for that man in the gap turning up at the

[25333] eleventh hour the finis might have been that he might have been a

[25334] candidate for the accident ward or, failing that, the bridewell and

[25335] an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias or, he being the

[25337] spelt ruin for a chap when it got bruited about. The reason he mentioned

[25338] the fact was that a lot of those policemen, whom he cordially disliked,

[25339] were admittedly unscrupulous in the service of the Crown and, as Mr

[25340] Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the A division in Clanbrassil

[25342] the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city, Pembroke road for

[25343] example, the guardians of the law were well in evidence, the obvious

[25344] reason being they were paid to protect the upper classes. Another thing

[25349] health and also character besides which, the squandermania of the thing,

[25350] fast women of the demimonde ran away with a lot of £. s. d. into

[25351] the bargain and the greatest danger of all was who you got drunk with

[25352] though, touching the much vexed question of stimulants, he relished a

[25356] invariably drew the line as it simply led to trouble all round to say

[25357] nothing of your being at the tender mercy of others practically. Most

[25358] of all he commented adversely on the desertion of Stephen by all his

[25359] pubhunting confrères but one, a most glaring piece of ratting on the

[25360] part of his brother medicos under all the circs.

[25365] Discussing these and kindred topics they made a beeline across the back

[25366] of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop Line bridge where a brazier

[25369] no special reason to look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by

[25370] the light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the darker

[25371] figure of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He

[25374] that he recognised in the sentry a quondam friend of his father’s,

[25375] Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway

[25380] A figure of middle height on the prowl evidently under the arches

[25385] Stephen of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return the

[25388] nevertheless remained on the qui vive with just a shade of anxiety

[25389] though not funkyish in the least. Though unusual in the Dublin area he

[25393] secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers of the

[25399] Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters,

[25402] and his genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of

[25403] inspector Corley of the G division, lately deceased, who had married

[25404] a certain Katherine Brophy, the daughter of a Louth farmer. His

[25405] grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married the widow

[25407] Rumour had it (though not proved) that she descended from the house of

[25408] the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably

[25410] some relative, a woman, as the tale went, of extreme beauty, had enjoyed

[25411] the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen. This therefore

[25412] was the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute

[25416] Taking Stephen on one side he had the customary doleful ditty to tell.

[25422] to do. No, it was the daughter of the mother in the washkitchen that

[25423] was fostersister to the heir of the house or else they were connected

[25424] through the mother in some way, both occurrences happening at the same

[25425] time if the whole thing wasn’t a complete fabrication from start to

[25429] knows I’m on the rocks.

[25437] stuck twice in the junior at the christian brothers.

[25441] Corley at the first go-off was inclined to suspect it was something to

[25443] tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Mrs

[25445] M’Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head

[25446] over in Winetavern street (which was distantly suggestive to the person

[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

[25454] succurrere disco etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck

[25455] would have it he got paid his screw after every middle of the month on

[25456] the sixteenth which was the date of the month as a matter of fact though

[25457] a good bit of the wherewithal was demolished. But the cream of the joke

[25459] affluence and hadn’t a thing to do but hand out the needful. Whereas.

[25460] He put his hand in a pocket anyhow not with the idea of finding any food

[25463] the result was in the negative for, to his chagrin, he found his cash

[25464] missing. A few broken biscuits were all the result of his investigation.

[25465] He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment whether he had lost

[25467] pleasant lookout, very much the reverse in fact. He was altogether too

[25471] across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously however,

[25480] one time. Who’s that with you? I saw him a few times in the Bleeding

[25481] Horse in Camden street with Boylan, the billsticker. You might put in a

[25483] only the girl in the office told me they’re full up for the next three

[25485] the Carl Rosa. I don’t give a shite anyway so long as I get a job,

[25488] Subsequently being not quite so down in the mouth after the two and six

[25489] he got he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags Comisky

[25490] that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam’s, the shipchandler’s,

[25492] O’Mara and a little chap with a stutter the name of Tighe. Anyhow

[25493] he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and

[25494] disorderly and refusing to go with the constable.

[25496] Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the

[25497] cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation

[25500] private account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same

[25503] where he was not in a position to truthfully state nor had he the

[25507] chronic impecuniosity. Palpably he was one of his hangerson but for the

[25510] the matter of that if the man in the street chanced to be in the dock

[25511] himself penal servitude with or without the option of a fine would be

[25513] cool assurance intercepting people at that hour of the night or morning.

[25516] The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom who, with his

[25517] practised eye, was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the

[25518] blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said,

[25525] Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a half a second or so in the

[25526] direction of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana,

[25531] his face was familiar to me. But, leaving that for the moment, how much

[25537] —Needs! Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the least surprise at

[25538] the intelligence, I can quite credit the assertion and I guarantee he

[25541] a smile, will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the

[25544] don’t mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but

[25551] yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of

[25560] hasarded, still thinking of the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row

[25561] terminus when it was perfectly evident that the other two, Mulligan,

[25563] their third companion, were patently trying as if the whole bally

[25564] station belonged to them to give Stephen the slip in the confusion,

[25567] There was no response forthcoming to the suggestion however, such as it

[25569] his family hearth the last time he saw it with his sister Dilly sitting

[25570] by the ingle, her hair hanging down, waiting for some weak Trinidad

[25571] shell cocoa that was in the sootcoated kettle to be done so that she

[25572] and he could drink it with the oatmealwater for milk after the Friday

[25574] Boody and Katey, the cat meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of

[25576] in accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain

[25577] on the days commanded, it being quarter tense or if not, ember days or

[25581] trust in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous

[25586] me the least surprise to learn that a pinch of tobacco or some narcotic

[25591] coming to the fore in his line and, if the report was verified, bade

[25592] fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future as

[25599] at the back of it except he put it down to sheer cussedness or jealousy,

[25605] The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by

[25607] of features did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact on the

[25609] two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop or the other way about saw

[25610] through the affair and for some reason or other best known to himself

[25615] Adjacent to the men’s public urinal they perceived an icecream car

[25619] the parties.

[25633] Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman’s shelter, an unpretentious

[25635] before, the former having previously whispered to the latter a few

[25636] hints anent the keeper of it said to be the once famous Skin-the-Goat

[25637] Fitzharris, the invincible, though he could not vouch for the actual

[25640] only to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection

[25641] of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens of the genus homo

[25646] to break the ice, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in the

[25650] these commodities quietly. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores

[25654] some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the

[25655] floor. Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having

[25656] just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute, though, to be

[25658] audible tone of voice à propos of the battle royal in the street which

[25668] —To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.

[25670] —Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the

[25672] absolutely necessary, it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds

[25675] The keeper of the shelter in the middle of this tête-à-tête put a

[25676] boiling swimming cup of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the table

[25681] the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup of what was temporarily

[25689] was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across.

[25691] The redbearded sailor who had his weather eye on the newcomers boarded

[25697] Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion’s boot but

[25698] Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressure from an unexpected

[25703] The sailor stared at him heavily from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes,

[25711] Mr Bloom was all at sea for a moment, seeing the others evidently

[25714] —He’s Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the

[25719] As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the whole business

[25720] and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor

[25721] of his own accord turned to the other occupants of the shelter with the

[25725] shoulder. The lefthand dead shot.

[25730] —Bottles out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles.

[25734] screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the night

[25739] The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there

[25750] like asking him whether it was for a marksmanship competition like the

[25753] —Beg pardon, the sailor said.

[25757] —Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to a certain extent under the magic

[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.

[25775] Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene, the homecoming

[25776] to the mariner’s roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jones,

[25777] a rainy night with a blind moon. Across the world for a wife. Quite a

[25780] O’Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece by the way of

[25782] Never about the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to the

[25783] absentee. The face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he

[25784] finally did breast the tape and the awful truth dawned upon him anent

[25787] grasswidow, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rocked in the

[25788] cradle of the deep. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as the case

[25789] might be, the publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves, eating

[25790] rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo! The wind! Her brandnew

[25792] ro! and my galloping tearing tandy, O! Bow to the inevitable. Grin

[25796] The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one

[25797] of the jarvies with the request:

[25801] The jarvey addressed as it happened had not but the keeper took a die of

[25802] plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the desired object was

[25805] —Thank you, the sailor said.

[25807] He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing and with some slow

[25810] —We come up this morning eleven o’clock. The threemaster Rosevean

[25817] —You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keeper remarked,

[25818] leaning on the counter.

[25820] —Why, the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, I’ve

[25821] circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea.

[25824] and the Black Sea, the Dardanelles under Captain Dalton, the best bloody

[25826] how the Russians prays.

[25830] —Why, the sailor said, shifting his partially chewed plug. I seen

[25831] queer things too, ups and downs. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an

[25834] He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his

[25838] the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent

[25842] be in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the table. The

[25845] All focussed their attention at the scene exhibited, a group of savage

[25850] —Chews coca all day, the communicative tarpaulin added. Stomachs like

[25857] His postcard proved a centre of attraction for Messrs the greenhorns for

[25866] Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the

[25867] card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran

[25870] Though not an implicit believer in the lurid story narrated (or the

[25871] eggsniping transaction for that matter despite William Tell and the

[25873] occasion the former’s ball passed through the latter’s hat) having

[25874] detected a discrepancy between his name (assuming he was the person

[25876] after having boxed the compass on the strict q.t. somewhere) and

[25877] the fictitious addressee of the missive which made him nourish some

[25885] some deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up with the net result that

[25886] the scheme fell through. But even suppose it did come to planking

[25887] down the needful and breaking Boyd’s heart it was not so dear,

[25888] purse permitting, a few guineas at the outside considering the fare to

[25890] The trip would benefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in

[25892] out of order, seeing the different places along the route, Plymouth,

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

[25895] where doubtless he would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey,

[25898] on the spot to see about trying to make arrangements about a concert

[25899] tour of summer music embracing the most prominent pleasure resorts,

[25901] Scarborough, Margate and so on, beautiful Bournemouth, the Channel

[25904] on the job, witness Mrs C P M’Coy type lend me your valise and I’ll

[25905] post you the ticket. No, something top notch, an all star Irish caste,

[25906] the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his own legal consort

[25907] as leading lady as a sort of counterblast to the Elster Grimes and

[25909] success, providing puffs in the local papers could be managed by some

[25910] fellow with a bit of bounce who could pull the indispensable wires and

[25911] thus combine business with pleasure. But who? That was the rub.

[25914] to be opened up in the line of opening up new routes to keep pace with

[25915] the times apropos of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, it was mooted,

[25916] was once more on the tapis in the circumlocution departments with the

[25919] and enterprise to meet the travelling needs of the public at large, the

[25922] It was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no

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

[25924] system really needed toning up, for the matter of a couple of paltry

[25925] pounds was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead

[25926] of being always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me

[25928] months of it and merited a radical change of venue after the grind

[25929] of city life in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her

[25931] There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the home

[25933] of attractions as well as a bracing tonic for the system in and around

[25935] a steamtram, but also farther away from the madding crowd in Wicklow,

[25936] rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly

[25937] wheelmen so long as it didn’t come down, and in the wilds of Donegal

[25938] where if report spoke true the coup d’œil was exceedingly grand

[25939] though the lastnamed locality was not easily getatable so that the

[25940] influx of visitors was not as yet all that it might be considering the

[25944] with all sorts and conditions of men especially in the spring when young

[25945] men’s fancy, though it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the

[25946] cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way, on their left

[25947] leg, it being only about three quarters of an hour’s run from the

[25949] in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodation left much to be

[25951] curiosity, pure and simple, was whether it was the traffic that created

[25952] the route or viceversa or the two sides in fact. He turned back the

[25953] other side of the card, picture, and passed it along to Stephen.

[25955] —I seen a Chinese one time, related the doughty narrator, that had

[25956] little pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened and

[25959] the chinks does.

[25961] Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their faces the

[25968] keeping with his character and held it in the striking position.

[25972] your God, says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.

[25980] After which harrowing dénouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he

[25981] snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in

[25984] —They’re great for the cold steel, somebody who was evidently quite

[25985] in the dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought

[25986] the park murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of

[25989] At this remark passed obviously in the spirit of where ignorance

[25991] instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a religious silence of the

[25992] strictly entre nous variety however, towards where Skin-the-Goat, alias

[25993] the keeper, not turning a hair, was drawing spurts of liquid from his

[25995] perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression

[25999] starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the card with the

[26000] natives choza de, another the seaman’s discharge. Mr Bloom, so far

[26002] vividly recollected when the occurrence alluded to took place as well

[26003] as yesterday, roughly some score of years previously in the days of the

[26004] land troubles, when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively

[26005] speaking, early in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when he was

[26008] —Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.

[26010] The request being complied with he clawed them up with a scrape.

[26012] —Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom inquired.

[26014] The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way that might be read as yes, ay or

[26018] he had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences

[26019] but he failed to do so, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the

[26022] —What year would that be about? Mr B interrogated. Can you recall the

[26027] —I’m tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and

[26028] ships. Salt junk all the time.

[26032] fell to woolgathering on the enormous dimensions of the water about the

[26033] globe, suffice it to say that, as a casual glance at the map revealed,

[26035] what it meant to rule the waves. On more than one occasion, a dozen

[26036] at the lowest, near the North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a

[26037] superannuated old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the

[26038] not particularly redolent sea on the wall, staring quite obliviously at

[26041] find out the secret for himself, floundering up and down the antipodes

[26043] tempting the fates. And the odds were twenty to nil there was really no

[26044] secret about it at all. Nevertheless, without going into the minutiae of

[26045] the business, the eloquent fact remained that the sea was there in all

[26046] its glory and in the natural course of things somebody or other had to

[26047] sail on it and fly in the face of providence though it merely went to

[26048] show how people usually contrived to load that sort of onus on to the

[26049] other fellow like the hell idea and the lottery and insurance which were

[26050] run on identically the same lines so that for that very reason if no

[26051] other lifeboat Sunday was a highly laudable institution to which the

[26052] public at large, no matter where living inland or seaside, as the case

[26054] gratitude also to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had

[26055] to man the rigging and push off and out amid the elements whatever the

[26057] sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not forgetting the

[26062] —There was a fellow sailed with me in the Rover, the old seadog,

[26070] —What age is he? queried one hearer who, by the way, seen from the

[26071] side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the townclerk, away

[26072] from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course and in a seedy

[26073] getup and a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.

[26075] —Why, the sailor answered with a slow puzzled utterance, my son,

[26078] The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow

[26088] his shirt more open so that on top of the timehonoured symbol of the

[26089] mariner’s hope and rest they had a full view of the figure 16 and a

[26092] —Tattoo, the exhibitor explained. That was done when we were lying

[26093] becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Fellow, the

[26096] —Did it hurt much doing it? one asked the sailor.

[26098] That worthy, however, was busily engaged in collecting round the.

[26101] —See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is cursing the mate. And

[26102] there he is now, he added, the same fellow, pulling the skin with his

[26105] And in point of fact the young man named Antonio’s livid face did

[26106] actually look like forced smiling and the curious effect excited the

[26107] unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who this

[26110] —Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking down on his manly chest. He’s

[26113] He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression

[26118] —And what’s the number for? loafer number two queried.

[26120] —Eaten alive? a third asked the sailor.

[26122] —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage, more cheerily this

[26123] time with some sort of a half smile for a brief duration only in the

[26124] direction of the questioner about the number. Ate. A Greek he was.

[26131] The face of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat

[26132] peered askew round the door of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on

[26133] her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill. Mr

[26134] Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to look, turned away on the moment

[26135] flusterfied but outwardly calm, and, picking up from the table the pink

[26136] sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such he was, had

[26137] laid aside, he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though

[26138] why pink. His reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment

[26139] round the door the same face he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that

[26140] afternoon on Ormond quay, the partially idiotic female, namely, of the

[26141] lane who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.)

[26142] and begged the chance of his washing. Also why washing which seemed

[26148] just then, being on tenterhooks, he desired the female’s room more

[26149] than her company so it came as a genuine relief when the keeper made her

[26150] a rude sign to take herself off. Round the side of the Evening Telegraph

[26151] he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door

[26153] there, viewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round skipper

[26156] —The gunboat, the keeper said.

[26159] how a wretched creature like that from the Lock hospital reeking with

[26161] senses, if he values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of

[26163] Still no matter what the cause is from...

[26169] roaring trade. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to

[26170] buy the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.

[26172] The elder man, though not by any manner of means an old maid or a prude,

[26175] oldmaidish squeamishness on the subject), a necessary evil, were not

[26176] licensed and medically inspected by the proper authorities, a thing, he

[26178] of from the very first start. Whoever embarked on a policy of the sort,

[26179] he said, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting

[26183] believe in the soul. Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpower as

[26184] such, as distinct from any outside object, the table, let us say, that

[26186] men as the convolutions of the grey matter. Otherwise we would never

[26192] —They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and

[26193] therefore incorruptible. It would be immortal, I understand, but for the

[26195] can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other

[26199] Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the

[26201] he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly

[26204] —Simple? I shouldn’t think that is the proper word. Of course, I

[26207] instance to invent those rays Röntgen did or the telescope like Edison,

[26208] though I believe it was before his time Galileo was the man, I mean,

[26209] and the same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural

[26211] colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God.

[26214] of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial

[26217] On this knotty point however the views of the pair, poles apart as they

[26218] were both in schooling and everything else with the marked difference in

[26221] —Has been? the more experienced of the two objected, sticking to his

[26223] That’s a matter for everyman’s opinion and, without dragging in the

[26224] sectarian side of the business, I beg to differ with you in toto there.

[26225] My belief is, to tell you the candid truth, that those bits were genuine

[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

[26234] —Couldn’t, Stephen contrived to get out, his mental organs for the

[26238] or try to the clotted sugar from the bottom and reflected with something

[26239] approaching acrimony on the Coffee Palace and its temperance (and

[26241] nay did a world of good, shelters such as the present one they were in

[26243] and useful lectures (admittance free) by qualified men for the lower

[26244] orders. On the other hand he had a distinct and painful recollection

[26247] her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was

[26253] accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble’s Vi-Cocoa on account of the

[26256] —Have a shot at it now, he ventured to say of the coffee after being

[26259] Thus prevailed on to at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug

[26260] from the brown puddle it clopped out of when taken up by the handle and

[26261] took a sip of the offending beverage.

[26264] solid food, his one and only reason being not gormandising in the least

[26265] but regular meals as the sine qua non for any kind of proper work,

[26270] that knife. I can’t look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman

[26273] Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article,

[26275] antique about it to the lay eye, observing that the point was the least

[26285] was quite within the bounds of possibility that it was not an

[26287] probability in all the spoof he got off his chest being strictly

[26290] He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him and

[26293] there was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail

[26295] such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. He

[26299] nothing of the Antonio personage (no relation to the dramatic personage

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

[26301] expiated his crimes in the melodramatic manner above described. On the

[26304] news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean

[26305] seas to draw the long bow about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera.

[26306] And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself

[26307] couldn’t probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers

[26313] the midget queen. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw

[26315] straighten their legs if you paid them because the muscles here, you

[26316] see, he proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline of the

[26317] sinews or whatever you like to call them behind the right knee, were

[26323] the boards of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the

[26324] management in the Flying Dutchman, a stupendous success, and his host

[26326] though ships of any sort, phantom or the reverse, on the stage usually

[26328] incompatible about it, he conceded. On the contrary that stab in the

[26330] was none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the fish

[26331] way not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth over in little

[26332] Italy there near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows

[26333] except perhaps a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary

[26334] animal of the feline persuasion of others at night so as to have a good

[26336] the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.

[26339] that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their own

[26341] carry in the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally.

[26344] (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar. She has the Spanish type. Quite

[26349] —The temperaments at the door, Stephen interposed with, were very

[26355] listener somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the isosceles

[26359] —It’s in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in

[26360] the blood of the sun. Coincidence I just happened to be in the Kildare

[26362] and I was just looking at those antique statues there. The splendid

[26365] way you find but what I’m talking about is the female form. Besides

[26371] Interest, however, was starting to flag somewhat all round and then the

[26374] had his own say to say. He had doubled the cape a few odd times and

[26375] weathered a monsoon, a kind of wind, in the China seas and through all

[26376] those perils of the deep there was one thing, he declared, stood to him

[26379] So then after that they drifted on to the wreck off Daunt’s rock,

[26381] for the moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry

[26382] Campbell remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. That was the talk of

[26383] the town that year (Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of original

[26384] verse of distinctive merit on the topic for the Irish Times), breakers

[26385] running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in commotion

[26386] petrified with horror. Then someone said something about the case of

[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

[26394] to unfurl a reef the sailor vacated his seat.

[26399] He made tracks heavily, slowly with a dumpy sort of a gait to the door,

[26400] stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the shelter and bore

[26401] due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who

[26403] rum sticking one out of each pocket for the private consumption of his

[26406] it with a gurgling noise. The irrepressible Bloom, who also had a

[26407] shrewd suspicion that the old stager went out on a manœuvre after the

[26408] counterattraction in the shape of a female who however had disappeared

[26410] duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the piers and

[26411] girders of the Loop line rather out of his depth as of course it was all

[26413] or persons invisible directed him to the male urinal erected by the

[26414] cleansing committee all over the place for the purpose but after a brief

[26415] space of time during which silence reigned supreme the sailor, evidently

[26416] giving it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the noise of his

[26417] bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where

[26418] it apparently awoke a horse of the cabrank. A hoof scooped anyway for

[26420] sentrybox by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the corporation

[26422] in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the

[26423] parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all human

[26425] and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in to the arms

[26429] time which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make general

[26430] ducks and drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether after

[26431] having often painted the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver.

[26436] All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping,

[26437] coastwise and foreign as well, which was all part and parcel of the same

[26438] thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the ways at Alexandra basin,

[26439] the only launch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no

[26442] There were wrecks and wreckers, the keeper said, who was evidently au

[26445] What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the only

[26446] rock in Galway bay when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a Mr

[26447] Worthington or some name like that, eh? Ask the then captain, he advised

[26448] them, how much palmoil the British government gave him for that day’s

[26449] work, Captain John Lever of the Lever Line.

[26451] —Am I right, skipper? he queried of the sailor, now returning after

[26452] his private potation and the rest of his exertions.

[26454] That worthy picking up the scent of the fagend of the song or words

[26457] the plug probably (which it was), so that he must have lodged it for the

[26458] time being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs

[26459] and found it a bit sour after the liquid fire in question. Anyhow in

[26461] atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like a

[26464] —The biscuits was as hard as brass

[26465] And the beef as salt as Lot’s wife’s arse.

[26468] After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the scene

[26469] and regaining his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the form

[26470] provided. Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was he, evidently with an axe to

[26472] the natural resources of Ireland or something of that sort which he

[26473] described in his lengthy dissertation as the richest country bar none on

[26474] the face of God’s earth, far and away superior to England, with coal

[26476] year, ten millions between butter and eggs and all the riches drained

[26477] out of it by England levying taxes on the poor people that paid through

[26478] the nose always and gobbling up the best meat in the market and a lot

[26479] more surplus steam in the same vein. Their conversation accordingly

[26483] anywhere the like of Irish bacon? But a day of reckoning, he stated

[26484] crescendo with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the

[26486] on account of her crimes. There would be a fall and the greatest fall

[26487] in history. The Germans and the Japs were going to have their little

[26488] lookin, he affirmed. The Boers were the beginning of the end. Brummagem

[26490] Achilles heel, which he explained to them about the vulnerable point

[26491] of Achilles, the Greek hero, a point his auditors at once seized as he

[26492] completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to

[26493] on his boot. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the land of your

[26497] Silence all round marked the termination of his finale. The impervious

[26501] bit peeved in response to the foregoing truism.

[26503] To which cold douche referring to downfall and so on the keeper

[26506] —Who’s the best troops in the army? the grizzled old veteran irately

[26507] interrogated. And the best jumpers and racers? And the best admirals and

[26510] —The Irish, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, facial

[26513] —That’s right, the old tarpaulin corroborated. The Irish catholic

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

[26516] While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper added

[26520] to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long

[26524] rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for,

[26526] fully cognisant of the fact that their neighbours across the channel,

[26528] concealed their strength than the opposite. It was quite on a par with

[26529] the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a hundred million years

[26530] the coal seam of the sister island would be played out and if, as

[26531] time went on, that turned out to be how the cat jumped all he could

[26532] personally say on the matter was that as a host of contingencies,

[26533] equally relevant to the issue, might occur ere then it was highly

[26534] advisable in the interim to try to make the most of both countries even

[26535] though poles apart. Another little interesting point, the amours of

[26538] fact. And now, why? So the scene between the pair of them, the licensee

[26539] of the place rumoured to be or have been Fitzharris, the famous

[26540] invincible, and the other, obviously bogus, reminded him forcibly as

[26541] being on all fours with the confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was

[26542] prearranged as the lookeron, a student of the human soul if anything,

[26543] the others seeing least of the game. And as for the lessee or keeper,

[26544] who probably wasn’t the other person at all, he (B.) couldn’t help

[26545] feeling and most properly it was better to give people like that the

[26548] felonsetting, there always being the offchance of a Dannyman coming

[26555] had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with the courage of his

[26557] any such thing), off the same bat as those love vendettas of the south,

[26558] have her or swing for her, when the husband frequently, after some words

[26559] passed between the two concerning her relations with the other lucky

[26560] mortal (he having had the pair watched), inflicted fatal injuries on his

[26563] Skin-the-Goat, merely drove the car for the actual perpetrators of the

[26565] the ambush which, in point of fact, was the plea some legal luminary

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

[26569] the scaffold high. Like actresses, always farewell positively last

[26571] temperamental, no economising or any idea of the sort, always snapping

[26572] at the bone for the shadow. So similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion

[26573] that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some £. s. d. in the course of his

[26574] perambulations round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of the Old

[26575] Ireland tavern, come back to Erin and so on. Then as for the other he

[26576] had heard not so long before the same identical lingo as he told Stephen

[26577] how he simply but effectually silenced the offender.

[26579] —He took umbrage at something or other, that muchinjured but on the

[26582] in the least told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too and all his

[26588] at the soft impeachment with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to

[26596] of the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to

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

[26602] reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due

[26603] instalments plan. It’s a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate

[26604] people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular,

[26605] in the next house so to speak.

[26610] Yes, Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark, that

[26611] was overwhelmingly right. And the whole world was full of that sort of

[26614] —You just took the words out of my mouth, he said. A hocuspocus of

[26620] very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of

[26623] —They accuse, remarked he audibly. He turned away from the others, who

[26624] probably… and spoke nearer to, so as the others… in case they…

[26628] would you be surprised to learn, proves up to the hilt Spain decayed

[26629] when the inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when

[26631] answer for, imported them. Why? Because they are imbued with the proper

[26633] indulge in any because you know the standard works on the subject and

[26634] then orthodox as you are. But in the economic, not touching religion,

[26635] domain the priest spells poverty. Spain again, you saw in the war,

[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

[26641] about at the outset and I want to see everyone, concluded he, all

[26643] no niggard fashion either, something in the neighbourhood of £ 300 per

[26644] annum. That’s the vital issue at stake and it’s feasible and would

[26648] Mater, vita bene. Where you can live well, the sense is, if you work.

[26653] crabs about Ringsend in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours

[26654] of different sorts of the same sand where they had a home somewhere

[26655] beneath or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyes that said or

[26656] didn’t say the words the voice he heard said, if you work.

[26660] The eyes were surprised at this observation because as he, the person

[26664] —I mean, of course, the other hastened to affirm, work in the widest

[26665] possible sense. Also literary labour not merely for the kudos of

[26666] the thing. Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel

[26667] nowadays. That’s work too. Important work. After all, from the little

[26668] I know of you, after all the money expended on your education you are

[26670] as much right to live by your pen in pursuit of your philosophy as the

[26671] peasant has. What? You both belong to Ireland, the brain and the brawn.

[26675] may be important because I belong to the faubourg Saint Patrice called

[26684] some misapprehension. Excuse me. Unfortunately, I didn’t catch the

[26690] —We can’t change the country. Let us change the subject.

[26692] At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom, to change the subject, looked

[26694] to put on belongs to which sounded rather a far cry. The rebuke of some

[26695] kind was clearer than the other part. Needless to say the fumes of

[26697] foreign to his sober state. Probably the homelife to which Mr B attached

[26698] the utmost importance had not been all that was needful or he hadn’t

[26699] been familiarised with the right sort of people. With a touch of fear

[26700] for the young man beside him whom he furtively scrutinised with an air

[26702] the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister,

[26703] failing to throw much light on the subject, however, he brought to mind

[26704] instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the

[26706] there was the case of O’Callaghan, for one, the halfcrazy faddist,

[26709] to everybody all round he was in the habit of ostentatiously sporting

[26710] in public a suit of brown paper (a fact). And then the usual dénouement

[26711] after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got landed into hot water

[26714] amenable under section two of the criminal law amendment act, certain

[26718] Antonio and so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the tattoo which was

[26719] all the go in the seventies or thereabouts even in the house of lords

[26720] because early in life the occupant of the throne, then heir apparent,

[26721] the other members of the upper ten and other high personages simply

[26722] following in the footsteps of the head of the state, he reflected about

[26723] the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality

[26724] such as the Cornwall case a number of years before under their veneer in

[26725] a way scarcely intended by nature, a thing good Mrs Grundy, as the law

[26726] stands, was terribly down on though not for the reason they thought

[26729] dress and all the rest of it. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing

[26730] should, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider

[26732] impropriety between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he untied her,

[26733] mind the pin, whereas savages in the cannibal islands, say, at ninety

[26734] degrees in the shade not caring a continental. However, reverting to the

[26735] original, there were on the other hand others who had forced their way

[26736] to the top from the lowest rung by the aid of their bootstraps. Sheer

[26740] to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could

[26741] not exactly tell being as it was already several shillings to the

[26742] bad having in fact let himself in for it. Still to cultivate the

[26745] as such, was, he felt, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the mind.

[26746] Added to which was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row,

[26747] old salt of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the

[26748] whole galaxy of events, all went to make up a miniature cameo of the

[26749] world we live in especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz.

[26750] coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very much under the microscope

[26751] lately. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he might meet

[26752] with anything approaching the same luck as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken

[26753] down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of the common

[26754] groove (as he fully intended doing) at the rate of one guinea per

[26757] The pink edition extra sporting of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie

[26759] again, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him and the

[26760] preceding rebus the vessel came from Bridgwater and the postcard was

[26761] addressed A. Boudin find the captain’s age, his eyes went aimlessly

[26762] over the respective captions which came under his special province the

[26767] Swindle. Letter from His Grace. William ?. Ascot meeting, the Gold

[26769] Marshall’s dark horse Sir Hugo captured the blue ribband at long odds.

[26770] New York disaster. Thousand lives lost. Foot and Mouth. Funeral of the

[26773] So to change the subject he read about Dignam R. I. P. which, he

[26777] —This morning (Hynes put it in of course) the remains of the late Mr

[26779] Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman was a

[26782] he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which many friends of the

[26785] Road. The mourners included: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan

[26788] Monks the dayfather about Keyes’s ad) Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus,

[26792] Nettled not a little by L. Boom (as it incorrectly stated) and the line

[26797] not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints.

[26799] —Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked as soon as his bottom

[26803] the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could

[26807] While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the

[26809] and starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three,

[26815] was anybody’s race then the rank outsider drew to the fore, got long

[26818] that Lenehan’s version of the business was all pure buncombe. Secured

[26819] the verdict cleverly by a length. 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie. Also

[26824] eminently lent itself to that sort of thing though as the event turned

[26825] out the poor fool hadn’t much reason to congratulate himself on his

[26826] pick, the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually.

[26831] —Who? the other, whose hand by the way was hurt, said.

[26833] One morning you would open the paper, the cabman affirmed, and read:

[26840] senses. Dead he wasn’t. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they

[26841] brought over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer

[26842] general. He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.

[26844] All the same Bloom (properly so dubbed) was rather surprised at their

[26848] of truth in the stones and, even supposing, he thought a return highly

[26856] an end or quite possibly they were distressed to find the job was taken

[26859] were decidedly of the Alice, where art thou order even prior to his

[26860] starting to go under several aliases such as Fox and Stewart so the

[26861] remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of

[26865] Messrs So and So who, though they weren’t even a patch on the former

[26866] man, ruled the roost after their redeeming features were very few and

[26867] far between. It certainly pointed a moral, the idol with feet of clay,

[26869] mudslinging. And the identical same with murderers. You had to come

[26870] back. That haunting sense kind of drew you. To show the understudy in

[26871] the title rôle how to. He saw him once on the auspicious occasion when

[26872] they broke up the type in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland,

[26875] undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little

[26876] misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip: what’s bred in the

[26878] set the terrier at you directly you got back. Then a lot of shillyshally

[26880] one, you came up against the man in possession and had to produce your

[26881] credentials like the claimant in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles

[26882] Tichborne, Bella was the boat’s name to the best of his recollection

[26883] he, the heir, went down in as the evidence went to show and there was

[26885] easily have picked up the details from some pal on board ship and then,

[26886] when got up to tally with the description given, introduce himself with:

[26888] prudent course, as Bloom said to the not over effusive, in fact like the

[26890] sound the lie of the land first.

[26892] —That bitch, that English whore, did for him, the shebeen proprietor

[26893] commented. She put the first nail in his coffin.

[26895] —Fine lump of a woman all the same, the soi-disant townclerk Henry

[26897] thighs. I seen her picture in a barber’s. The husband was a captain or

[26900] —Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, he was and a cottonball one.

[26903] amount of laughter among his entourage. As regards Bloom he, without the

[26904] faintest suspicion of a smile, merely gazed in the direction of the door

[26905] and reflected upon the historic story which had aroused extraordinary

[26906] interest at the time when the facts, to make matters worse, were made

[26907] public with the usual affectionate letters that passed between them full

[26910] a climax and the matter became the talk of the town till the staggering

[26912] who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the thing was

[26913] public property all along though not to anything like the sensational

[26915] coupled, though, since he was her declared favourite, where was the

[26916] particular necessity to proclaim it to the rank and file from the

[26917] housetops, the fact, namely, that he had shared her bedroom which came

[26918] out in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed

[26919] court literally electrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses

[26921] the act of scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with the assistance

[26922] of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the same

[26923] fashion, a fact the weeklies, addicted to the lubric a little, simply

[26924] coined shoals of money out of. Whereas the simple fact of the case was

[26925] it was simply a case of the husband not being up to the scratch, with

[26926] nothing in common between them beyond the name, and then a real man

[26927] arriving on the scene, strong to the verge of weakness, falling a victim

[26928] to her siren charms and forgetting home ties, the usual sequel, to bask

[26929] in the loved one’s smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial,

[26931] be another chap in the case, exist between married folk? Poser.

[26935] compared with the other military supernumerary that is (who was just the

[26937] the light dragoons, the 18th hussars to be accurate) and inflammable

[26938] doubtless (the fallen leader, that is, not the other) in his own

[26940] likely to carve his way to fame which he almost bid fair to do till the

[26941] priests and ministers of the gospel as a whole, his erstwhile staunch

[26943] service in the rural parts of the country by taking up the cudgels on

[26946] of fire on his head much in the same way as the fabled ass’s kick.

[26948] kind of dream. And then coming back was the worst thing you ever did

[26950] always moved with the times. Why, as he reflected, Irishtown strand, a

[26952] somehow since, as it happened, he went to reside on the north side.

[26953] North or south, however, it was just the wellknown case of hot passion,

[26954] pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a vengeance and just bore

[26955] out the very thing he was saying as she also was Spanish or half so,

[26956] types that wouldn’t do things by halves, passionate abandon of the

[26957] south, casting every shred of decency to the winds.

[26960] Stephen, about blood and the sun. And, if I don’t greatly mistake she

[26963] —The king of Spain’s daughter, Stephen answered, adding something or

[26965] the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and

[26973] by the by of that Capel street library book out of date, he took out his

[26974] pocketbook and, turning over the various contents it contained rapidly

[26977] —Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded

[26978] photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type?

[26980] Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on the photo showing a large

[26982] was in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously

[26983] low for the occasion to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than

[26985] near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano on the rest of which was In Old

[26986] Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her

[26987] (the lady’s) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile

[26989] Dublin’s premier photographic artist, being responsible for the

[26992] —Mrs Bloom, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom

[26996] Beside the young man he looked also at the photo of the lady now his

[26997] legal wife who, he intimated, was the accomplished daughter of Major

[26999] singer having even made her bow to the public when her years numbered

[27000] barely sweet sixteen. As for the face it was a speaking likeness in

[27002] lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the best advantage

[27003] in that getup. She could without difficulty, he said, have posed for the

[27004] ensemble, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the. He dwelt, being

[27005] a bit of an artist in his spare time, on the female form in general

[27008] in the National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back,

[27009] all the symmetry, all the rest. Yes, puritanisme, it does though, Saint

[27013] The spirit moving him he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar’s

[27014] good example and leave the likeness there for a very few minutes to

[27015] speak for itself on the plea he so that the other could drink in the

[27017] which the camera could not at all do justice to. But it was scarcely

[27019] now yet wonderfully cool for the season considering, for sunshine after

[27022] Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased

[27023] by opulent curves, none the worse for wear however, and looked away

[27024] thoughtfully with the intention of not further increasing the other’s

[27026] In fact the slight soiling was only an added charm like the case of

[27027] linen slightly soiled, good as new, much better in fact with the starch

[27028] out. Suppose she was gone when he? I looked for the lamp which she told

[27030] then recollected the morning littered bed etcetera and the book about

[27032] sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies

[27035] The vicinity of the young man he certainly relished, educated,

[27036] distingué and impulsive into the bargain, far and away the pick of

[27037] the bunch though you wouldn’t think he had it in him yet you would.

[27038] Besides he said the picture was handsome which, say what you like, it

[27039] was though at the moment she was distinctly stouter. And why not? An

[27041] lifelong slur with the usual splash page of gutterpress about the same

[27043] the newest stage favourite instead of being honest and aboveboard about

[27044] the whole business. How they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang

[27045] up between the two so that their names were coupled in the public

[27046] eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and

[27049] relations, when the thing ran its normal course, became in due course

[27050] intimate. Then the decree nisi and the King’s proctor tries to show

[27052] for that the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in one

[27054] the matter was put in the hands of a solicitor who filed a petition for

[27055] the party wronged in due course. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being

[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

[27058] his guns to the last drop even when clothed in the mantle of adultery,

[27059] (leader’s) trusty henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen or

[27060] possibly even more than that penetrated into the printing works of the

[27061] Insuppressible or no it was United Ireland (a by no means by the by

[27062] appropriate appellative) and broke up the typecases with hammers or

[27064] the facile pens of the O’Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging

[27065] occupation reflecting on the erstwhile tribune’s private morals.

[27068] which went a long way with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to

[27070] him upon a pedestal which she, however, was the first to perceive.

[27071] As those were particularly hot times in the general hullaballoo Bloom

[27072] sustained a minor injury from a nasty prod of some chap’s elbow in the

[27073] crowd that of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the

[27076] history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after

[27077] witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him (and return it to

[27078] him he did with the utmost celerity) who panting and hatless and whose

[27079] thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time all the same being

[27080] a gentleman born with a stake in the country he, as a matter of fact,

[27081] having gone into it more for the kudos of the thing than anything

[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

[27084] once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect

[27086] from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set

[27087] to rights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself

[27088] with a difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they had

[27089] left him alone in his glory after the grim task of having committed his

[27090] remains to the grave.

[27092] On the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant

[27093] jokes of the cabman and so on who passed it all off as a jest, laughing

[27094] immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the why and the

[27096] for the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the legitimate

[27098] the usual boy Jones, who happened to come across them at the crucial

[27101] rumpus and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her lord and

[27102] master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not

[27103] receive his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook

[27104] the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her eyes though

[27105] possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time as quite

[27107] bias, believed and didn’t make the smallest bones about saying so

[27108] either that man or men in the plural were always hanging around on the

[27109] waiting list about a lady, even supposing she was the best wife in the

[27110] world and they got on fairly well together for the sake of argument,

[27113] attentions on her with improper intent, the upshot being that her

[27114] affections centred on another, the cause of many liaisons between still

[27117] the hilt.

[27122] his lifetime. In the nature of single blessedness he would one day take

[27123] unto himself a wife when Miss Right came on the scene but in the interim

[27124] ladies’ society was a conditio sine qua non though he had the gravest

[27125] possible doubts, not that he wanted in the smallest to pump Stephen

[27126] about Miss Ferguson (who was very possibly the particular lodestar who

[27127] brought him down to Irishtown so early in the morning), as to whether he

[27128] would find much satisfaction basking in the boy and girl courtship idea

[27129] and the company of smirking misses without a penny to their names bi or

[27130] triweekly with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and

[27133] stepmother, was really too bad at his age. The queer suddenly things

[27134] he popped out with attracted the elder man who was several years

[27135] the other’s senior or like his father but something substantial

[27137] unadulterated maternal nutriment or, failing that, the homely Humpty

[27140] —At what o’clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and

[27148] —The day before yesterday, Stephen said, improving on himself.

[27153] in the one train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics

[27155] to parliamentary honours in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected

[27157] had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. For instance when the

[27161] wouldn’t exactly hold water, he at the outset in principle at all

[27162] events was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the

[27165] with going a step farther than Michael Davitt in the striking views he

[27167] strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion by

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

[27169] he, though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of

[27171] him (metaphorically) one in the gizzard though, so far as politics

[27172] themselves were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties

[27174] and the misery and suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on

[27175] fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the fittest, in a word.

[27177] Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and cons, getting on for one, as it

[27178] was, it was high time to be retiring for the night. The crux was it

[27180] (somebody having a temper of her own sometimes) and spoil the hash

[27181] altogether as on the night he misguidedly brought home a dog (breed

[27182] unknown) with a lame paw (not that the cases were either identical or

[27183] the reverse though he had hurt his hand too) to Ontario Terrace as he

[27184] very distinctly remembered, having been there, so to speak. On the

[27185] other hand it was altogether far and away too late for the Sandymount

[27187] the two alternatives. Everything pointed to the fact that it behoved him

[27188] to avail himself to the full of the opportunity, all things considered.

[27191] you call jump at the idea, if approached, and what mostly worried him

[27193] he did entertain the proposal, as it would afford him very great

[27196] by concluding, eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent, a cup of

[27197] Epps’s cocoa and a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or

[27200] vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no rumpus of any

[27202] the grasswidower in question who appeared to be glued to the spot,

[27206] lower would be the best clue to that equivocal character’s whereabouts

[27207] for a few days to come, alternately racking their feelings (the

[27208] mermaids’) with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical

[27209] calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody’s bones and mauling their

[27210] largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the

[27211] accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the usual blarney about

[27213] address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the same time he inwardly

[27214] chuckled over his gentle repartee to the blood and ouns champion about

[27216] what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep. The most vulnerable

[27219] in the county Sligo.

[27224] in the vicinity. You can’t drink that stuff. Do you like cocoa? Wait.

[27227] The best plan clearly being to clear out, the remainder being plain

[27228] sailing, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to the keeper

[27229] of the shanty who didn’t seem to.

[27231] —Yes, that’s the best, he assured Stephen to whom for the matter of

[27235] education (the genuine article), literature, journalism, prize titbits,

[27238] with the accent perfectly true to nature and a quantity of other

[27239] things, no necessity, of course, to tell the world and his wife from the

[27242] hopes on which it was quite on the cards he had so it would be just as

[27243] well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversation in the direction of

[27246] The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former

[27247] viceroy, earl Cadogan, had presided at the cabdrivers’ association

[27249] thrilling announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared

[27251] had left Euston for the chief secretary’s lodge or words to that

[27254] —Give us a squint at that literature, grandfather, the ancient mariner

[27257] —And welcome, answered the elderly party thus addressed.

[27259] The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles

[27262] —Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the townclerk

[27265] —Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who seemingly was

[27268] Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark,

[27269] manner of speaking. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite

[27272] Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what,

[27273] found drowned or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a

[27275] time (completely regardless of Ire) the keeper was intensely occupied

[27282] To cut a long story short Bloom, grasping the situation, was the first

[27284] and foremost, being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for

[27285] the occasion, taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine

[27286] host as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the others were

[27287] not looking to the effect that the amount due was forthcoming, making a

[27288] grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in

[27289] four coppers, literally the last of the Mohicans), he having previously

[27290] spotted on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him

[27292] worth twice the money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark.

[27294] —Come, he counselled to close the séance.

[27296] Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear they left the

[27297] shelter or shanty together and the élite society of oilskin and company

[27300] paused at the, for a moment, the door.

[27302] —One thing I never understood, he said to be original on the spur

[27303] of the moment. Why they put tables upside down at night, I mean

[27304] chairs upside down, on the tables in cafés. To which impromptu the

[27308] —To sweep the floor in the morning.

[27310] So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, frankly at the same

[27312] the bye, his right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles.

[27313] The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a

[27316] —It will (the air) do you good, Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in

[27317] a moment. The only thing is to walk then you’ll feel a different man.

[27327] Anyhow they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. where

[27328] the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was still to all intents and

[27329] purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming

[27330] of fresh fields and pastures new. And apropos of coffin of stones the

[27331] analogy was not at all bad as it was in fact a stoning to death on the

[27332] part of seventytwo out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the

[27333] time of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the

[27337] Bloom, as a pure amateur, possessed the greatest love, as they made

[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

[27342] he simply revelled in, the Gloria in that being, to his mind, the acme

[27344] a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred the sacred music of the catholic

[27345] church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that line such

[27351] putting the others totally in the shade, in the jesuit fathers’ church

[27352] in upper Gardiner street, the sacred edifice being thronged to the doors

[27353] to hear her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. There was the unanimous

[27356] voiced desire for an encore. On the whole though favouring preferably

[27357] light opera of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, a gem in its

[27358] line, he had a penchant, though with only a surface knowledge, for the

[27360] it for granted he knew all about the old favourites, he mentioned

[27363] privilege he keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen’s respected

[27364] father, sung to perfection, a study of the number, in fact, which made

[27365] all the others take a back seat. Stephen, in reply to a politely

[27367] Shakespeare’s songs, at least of in or about that period, the lutenist

[27368] Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who anno

[27370] from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom B. did not quite recall though the name

[27372] with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd (William) who played the

[27373] virginals, he said, in the Queen’s chapel or anywhere else he found

[27376] On the roadway which they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond

[27377] the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the paven ground,

[27378] brushing a long swathe of mire up so that with the noise Bloom was not

[27379] perfectly certain whether he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive

[27380] guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political

[27381] celebrity of that ilk, as it struck him, the two identical names, as a

[27384] By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which perceiving, Bloom,

[27385] who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual, plucked the other’s sleeve

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

[27390] They thereupon stopped. Bloom looked at the head of a horse not worth

[27391] anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in the dark quite

[27394] taildangler, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the

[27395] lord of his creation sat on the perch, busy with his thoughts. But such

[27399] horse, without a second care in the world. But even a dog, he reflected,

[27400] take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan’s, of the same size, would be a

[27402] was built that way like the camel, ship of the desert, distilling grapes

[27404] trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees. Whale with a

[27405] harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his back and he sees the

[27407] reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind somewhat

[27408] distracted from Stephen’s words while the ship of the street was

[27409] manœuvring and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old.

[27412] in medias res, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your

[27415] He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen,

[27416] image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usual handsome

[27422] industries, concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general.

[27425] by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows come

[27427] the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, which

[27436] A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that, the rarest of boons,

[27437] which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could easily,

[27439] such as Barraclough and being able to read music into the bargain,

[27441] its fortunate possessor in the near future an entrée into fashionable

[27442] houses in the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a large

[27444] B. A. (a huge ad in its way) and gentlemanly bearing to all the more

[27445] influence the good impression he would infallibly score a distinct

[27446] success, being blessed with brains which also could be utilised for the

[27448] to so as to the better worm his way into their good graces as he, a

[27452] their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the

[27453] Christmas season, for choice, causing a slight flutter in the dovecotes

[27454] of the fair sex and being made a lot of by ladies out for sensation,

[27456] without giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he cared

[27457] to, could easily have. Added to which of course would be the pecuniary

[27459] tuition fees. Not, he parenthesised, that for the sake of filthy lucre

[27460] he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a walk in life for

[27461] any lengthy space of time. But a step in the required direction it

[27463] no reflection on his dignity in the smallest and it often turned in

[27466] degree, original music like that, different from the conventional rut,

[27468] Dublin’s musical world after the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor

[27471] all the cards in his hand and he had a capital opening to make a name

[27472] for himself and win a high place in the city’s esteem where he could

[27474] the patrons of the King street house, given a backerup, if one were

[27476] with some impetus of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable

[27478] fellows. And it need not detract from the other by one iota as, being

[27482] a matter for himself alone. In fact, he had the ball at his feet and

[27483] that was the very reason why the other, possessed of a remarkably sharp

[27486] The horse was just then. And later on at a propitious opportunity he

[27488] on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to sever his

[27495] The horse having reached the end of his tether, so to speak, halted and,

[27497] the floor which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking

[27502] Side by side Bloom, profiting by the contretemps, with Stephen passed

[27503] through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, stepping

[27505] Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the end of the ballad.

[27508] The driver never said a word, good, bad or indifferent, but merely

[27509] watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked car, both black, one

[27510] full, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, to be married by Father

[27514] of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind while the

[27515] man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the sleeper

[27517] simply sat in his seat near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked

17. Ithaca

[27530] followed in the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner streets and

[27532] Gardiner’s place by an inadvertence as far as the farther corner of

[27535] disparate, at relaxed walking pace they crossed both the circus before

[27536] George’s church diametrically, the chord in any circle being less than

[27537] the arc which it subtends.

[27539] Of what did the duumvirate deliberate during their itinerary?

[27542] prostitution, diet, the influence of gaslight or the light of arc and

[27543] glowlamps on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, exposed

[27544] corporation emergency dustbuckets, the Roman catholic church,

[27545] ecclesiastical celibacy, the Irish nation, jesuit education, careers,

[27546] the study of medicine, the past day, the maleficent influence of the

[27558] the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of heterosexual

[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

[27567] the anachronism involved in assigning the date of the conversion of the

[27569] son of Potitus, son of Odyssus, sent by pope Celestine I in the year

[27570] 432 in the reign of Leary to the year 260 or thereabouts in the reign

[27572] aliment at Sletty and interred at Rossnaree. The collapse which Bloom

[27575] exertion and the velocity of rapid circular motion in a relaxing

[27576] atmosphere, Stephen attributed to the reapparition of a matutinal cloud

[27582] The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of adjoining

[27586] the past?

[27591] avenue. In 1885 with Percy Apjohn in the evenings, reclined against the

[27597] the lounge in Matthew Dillon’s house in Roundtown. Once in 1892 and

[27598] once in 1893 with Julius (Juda) Mastiansky, on both occasions in the

[27601] What reflection concerning the irregular sequence of dates 1884, 1885,

[27605] He reflected that the progressive extension of the field of individual

[27607] of the converse domain of interindividual relations.

[27617] At the housesteps of the 4th of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number

[27618] 7 Eccles street, he inserted his hand mechanically into the back pocket

[27623] It was in the corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on

[27624] the day but one preceding.

[27631] What were then the alternatives before the, premeditatedly

[27638] A stratagem. Resting his feet on the dwarf wall, he climbed over the

[27640] the lower union of rails and stiles, lowered his body gradually by its

[27642] of the area pavement and allowed his body to move freely in space by

[27643] separating himself from the railings and crouching in preparation for

[27644] the impact of the fall.

[27649] avoirdupois measure, as certified by the graduated machine for

[27650] periodical selfweighing in the premises of Francis Froedman,

[27651] pharmaceutical chemist of 19 Frederick street, north, on the last feast

[27652] of the Ascension, to wit, the twelfth day of May of the bissextile year

[27653] one thousand nine hundred and four of the christian era (jewish era five

[27661] the impact, raised the latch of the area door by the exertion of force

[27662] at its freely moving flange and by leverage of the first kind applied

[27663] at its fulcrum, gained retarded access to the kitchen through the

[27665] inflammable coal gas by turning on the ventcock, lit a high flame which,

[27671] Reclined against the area railings he perceived through the transparent

[27674] leaving the kitchen holding a candle.

[27676] Did the man reappear elsewhere?

[27678] After a lapse of four minutes the glimmer of his candle was discernible

[27679] through the semitransparent semicircular glass fanlight over the

[27680] halldoor. The halldoor turned gradually on its hinges. In the open space

[27681] of the doorway the man reappeared without his hat, with his candle.

[27685] Yes, entering softly, he helped to close and chain the door and followed

[27686] softly along the hallway the man’s back and listed feet and lighted

[27687] candle past a lighted crevice of doorway on the left and carefully

[27688] down a turning staircase of more than five steps into the kitchen of

[27693] He extinguished the candle by a sharp expiration of breath upon its

[27694] flame, drew two spoonseat deal chairs to the hearthstone, one for

[27695] Stephen with its back to the area window, the other for himself when

[27696] necessary, knelt on one knee, composed in the grate a pyre of crosslaid

[27698] of best Abram coal at twentyone shillings a ton from the yard of Messrs

[27701] releasing the potential energy contained in the fuel by allowing its

[27702] carbon and hydrogen elements to enter into free union with the oxygen of

[27703] the air.

[27708] had kindled fires for him, of Brother Michael in the infirmary of the

[27709] college of the Society of Jesus at Clongowes Wood, Sallins, in the

[27712] of his godmother Miss Kate Morkan in the house of her dying sister Miss

[27714] (Richard) Goulding, in the kitchen of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil

[27715] street: of his mother Mary, wife of Simon Dedalus, in the kitchen of

[27716] number twelve North Richmond street on the morning of the feast of

[27717] Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the dean of studies, Father Butt, in the

[27721] What did Stephen see on raising his gaze to the height of a yard from

[27722] the fire towards the opposite wall?

[27725] stretched between two holdfasts athwart across the recess beside the

[27730] extremities and the third at their point of junction.

[27732] What did Bloom see on the range?

[27734] On the right (smaller) hob a blue enamelled saucepan: on the left

[27737] What did Bloom do at the range?

[27739] He removed the saucepan to the left hob, rose and carried the iron

[27740] kettle to the sink in order to tap the current by turning the faucet to

[27748] plant cost of £ 5 per linear yard by way of the Dargle, Rathdown, Glen

[27749] of the Downs and Callowhill to the 26 acre reservoir at Stillorgan, a

[27751] tanks, by a gradient of 250 feet to the city boundary at Eustace bridge,

[27753] supply of 12 1/2 million gallons the water had fallen below the sill of

[27754] the overflow weir for which reason the borough surveyor and waterworks

[27755] engineer, Mr Spencer Harty, C. E., on the instructions of the waterworks

[27756] committee had prohibited the use of municipal water for purposes other

[27757] than those of consumption (envisaging the possibility of recourse being

[27758] had to the impotable water of the Grand and Royal canals as in 1893)

[27759] particularly as the South Dublin Guardians, notwithstanding their ration

[27762] their meter on the affirmation of the law agent of the corporation, Mr

[27763] Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby acting to the detriment of another

[27764] section of the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound.

[27767] returning to the range, admire?

[27770] in seeking its own level: its vastness in the ocean of Mercator’s

[27771] projection: its unplumbed profundity in the Sundam trench of the Pacific

[27772] exceeding 8000 fathoms: the restlessness of its waves and surface

[27773] particles visiting in turn all points of its seaboard: the independence

[27774] of its units: the variability of states of sea: its hydrostatic

[27776] its subsidence after devastation: its sterility in the circumpolar

[27778] its preponderance of 3 to 1 over the dry land of the globe: its

[27779] indisputable hegemony extending in square leagues over all the region

[27780] below the subequatorial tropic of Capricorn: the multisecular stability

[27783] tons of the most precious metals: its slow erosions of peninsulas and

[27787] its gradation of colours in the torrid and temperate and frigid zones:

[27796] and exemplified by the well by the hole in the wall at Ashtown

[27797] gate, saturation of air, distillation of dew: the simplicity of its

[27799] of oxygen: its healing virtues: its buoyancy in the waters of the Dead

[27813] numerically, if not literally, the inhabitants of the globe: its

[27814] ubiquity as constituting 90 % of the human body: the noxiousness of its

[27816] stagnant pools in the waning moon.

[27818] Having set the halffilled kettle on the now burning coals, why did he

[27819] return to the stillflowing tap?

[27831] submersion in cold water, (his last bath having taken place in the month

[27832] of October of the preceding year), disliking the aqueous substances of

[27837] preliminary wetting of the head and contraction of the muscles with

[27838] rapid splashing of the face and neck and thoracic and epigastric region

[27839] in case of sea or river bathing, the parts of the human anatomy most

[27840] sensitive to cold being the nape, stomach and thenar or sole of foot?

[27842] The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.

[27846] Dietary: concerning the respective percentage of protein and caloric

[27847] energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the absence of the former in the

[27848] lastnamed and the abundance of the latter in the firstnamed.

[27850] Which seemed to the host to be the predominant qualities of his guest?

[27855] What concomitant phenomenon took place in the vessel of liquid by the

[27858] The phenomenon of ebullition. Fanned by a constant updraught of

[27859] ventilation between the kitchen and the chimneyflue, ignition was

[27860] communicated from the faggots of precombustible fuel to polyhedral

[27861] masses of bituminous coal, containing in compressed mineral form the

[27863] derived their vegetative existence from the sun, primal source of heat

[27866] combustion, was constantly and increasingly conveyed from the source

[27867] of calorification to the liquid contained in the vessel, being radiated

[27868] through the uneven unpolished dark surface of the metal iron, in part

[27870] the temperature of the water from normal to boiling point, a rise in

[27871] temperature expressible as the result of an expenditure of 72 thermal

[27874] What announced the accomplishment of this rise in temperature?

[27876] A double falciform ejection of water vapour from under the kettlelid at

[27879] For what personal purpose could Bloom have applied the water so boiled?

[27888] quiet reflections upon the course of the day: a cleaner sensation when

[27891] read, reread while lathering, relathering the same spot, a shock, a

[27898] Because of the surety of the sense of touch in his firm full masculine

[27904] The operative surgical quality but that he was reluctant to shed human

[27905] blood even when the end justified the means, preferring, in their

[27909] What lay under exposure on the lower, middle and upper shelves of the

[27912] On the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates, six horizontal

[27916] copper, and a phial of aromatic (violet) comfits. On the middle shelf

[27924] cylindrical canister containing the best crystallised lump sugar, two

[27925] onions, one, the larger, Spanish, entire, the other, smaller, Irish,

[27929] acidulous serum and semisolidified curds, which added to the quantity

[27931] imperial pint, the total quantity originally delivered, two cloves, a

[27933] the upper shelf a battery of jamjars (empty) of various sizes and

[27936] What attracted his attention lying on the apron of the dresser?

[27944] preindicative of the result of the Gold Cup flat handicap, the official

[27945] and definitive result of which he had read in the Evening Telegraph,

[27946] late pink edition, in the cabman’s shelter, at Butt bridge.

[27948] Where had previous intimations of the result, effected or projected,

[27955] Elijah, restorer of the church in Zion: in Lincoln place outside the

[27958] perused and restituted the copy of the current issue of the Freeman’s

[27960] (subsequently thrown away), he had proceeded towards the oriental

[27961] edifice of the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 Leinster street, with the

[27963] the secret of the race, graven in the language of prediction.

[27967] The difficulties of interpretation since the significance of any event

[27968] followed its occurrence as variably as the acoustic report followed the

[27970] by failure to interpret the total sum of possible losses proceeding

[27981] others. Light to the gentiles.

[27986] soluble cocoa and proceeded according to the directions for use printed

[27987] on the label, to each adding after sufficient time for infusion the

[27988] prescribed ingredients for diffusion in the manner and in the quantity

[27991] What supererogatory marks of special hospitality did the host show his

[27994] Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to the moustache cup of imitation

[27997] extraordinarily to his guest and, in reduced measure, to himself the

[27998] viscous cream ordinarily reserved for the breakfast of his wife Marion

[28001] Was the guest conscious of and did he acknowledge these marks of

[28006] massproduct, the creature cocoa.

[28010] complete the act begun?

[28012] The reparation of a fissure of the length of 1 1/2 inches in the right

[28013] side of his guest’s jacket. A gift to his guest of one of the four

[28019] Bloom, having the advantage of ten seconds at the initiation and taking,

[28020] from the concave surface of a spoon along the handle of which a steady

[28027] engaged in mental composition he reflected on the pleasures derived from

[28029] applied to the works of William Shakespeare more than once for the

[28035] aided by a glossary, he had derived imperfect conviction from the text,

[28036] the answers not bearing in all points.

[28039] potential poet, at the age of 11 in 1877 on the occasion of the offering

[28040] of three prizes of 10/-, 5/- and 2/6 respectively for competition by the

[28047] Then please place at the end

[28048] The name of yours truly, L. Bloom.

[28060] What acrostic upon the abbreviation of his first name had he (kinetic

[28061] poet) sent to Miss Marion (Molly) Tweedy on the 14 February 1888?

[28067] You are mine. The world is mine.

[28069] Johnston) on the events of the past, or fixtures for the actual, years,

[28071] commissioned by Michael Gunn, lessee of the Gaiety Theatre, 46, 47, 48,

[28072] 49 South King street, and to be introduced into the sixth scene, the

[28073] valley of diamonds, of the second edition (30 January 1893) of the grand

[28074] annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the Sailor (produced by R. Shelton

[28077] the personal supervision of Mrs Michael Gunn, ballets by Jessie Noir,

[28082] the anticipated diamond jubilee of Queen Victoria (born 1820, acceded

[28083] 1837) and the posticipated opening of the new municipal fish market:

[28084] secondly, apprehension of opposition from extreme circles on the

[28085] questions of the respective visits of Their Royal Highnesses the

[28088] professional emulation concerning the recent erections of the Grand

[28089] Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the Theatre Royal in Hawkins street:

[28094] while she (Nelly Bouverist) was in the articles: fifthly, the

[28095] difficulties of the selection of appropriate music and humorous

[28097] every one): sixthly, the rhymes, homophonous and cacophonous, associated

[28098] with the names of the new lord mayor, Daniel Tallon, the new high

[28099] sheriff, Thomas Pile and the new solicitorgeneral, Dunbar Plunket

[28107] Stephen 54 their ages initially in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be as 17

[28108] 1/2 to 13 1/2, the proportion increasing and the disparity diminishing

[28109] according as arbitrary future years were added, for if the proportion

[28113] while in 1952 when Stephen would have attained the maximum postdiluvian

[28114] age of 70 Bloom, being 1190 years alive having been born in the year

[28115] 714, would have surpassed by 221 years the maximum antediluvian age,

[28117] until he would attain that age in the year 3072 A.D., Bloom would have

[28119] have been born in the year 81,396 B.C.

[28123] The cessation of existence of both or either, the inauguration of a

[28124] new era or calendar, the annihilation of the world and consequent

[28125] extermination of the human species, inevitable but impredictable.

[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

[28131] mother, Stephen being then of the age of 5 and reluctant to give his

[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

[28136] Did Bloom accept the invitation to dinner given then by the son and

[28137] afterwards seconded by the father?

[28142] Did their conversation on the subject of these reminiscences reveal a

[28145] Mrs Riordan (Dante), a widow of independent means, had resided in the

[28147] and had also resided during the years 1892, 1893 and 1894 in the City

[28149] during parts of the years 1893 and 1894, she had been a constant

[28150] informant of Bloom who resided also in the same hotel, being at that

[28151] time a clerk in the employment of Joseph Cuffe of 5 Smithfield for the

[28152] superintendence of sales in the adjacent Dublin Cattle market on the

[28159] with slow revolutions of its wheels as far as the corner of the North

[28165] the city to the Phoenix Park and vice versa.

[28167] Why could he then support that his vigil with the greater equanimity?

[28170] of bossed glass of a multicoloured pane the spectacle offered with

[28171] continual changes of the thoroughfare without, pedestrians, quadrupeds,

[28173] and round the rim of a round and round precipitous globe.

[28178] The older, her bezique cards and counters, her Skye terrier, her

[28180] catarrhal deafness: the younger, her lamp of colza oil before the statue

[28181] of the Immaculate Conception, her green and maroon brushes for Charles

[28184] Were there no means still remaining to him to achieve the rejuvenation

[28185] which these reminiscences divulged to a younger companion rendered the

[28188] The indoor exercises, formerly intermittently practised, subsequently

[28192] front of a mirror so as to bring into play the various families of

[28194] relaxation and the most pleasant repristination of juvenile agility.

[28198] Though ringweight lifting had been beyond his strength and the full

[28200] had excelled in his stable and protracted execution of the half lever

[28201] movement on the parallel bars in consequence of his abnormally developed

[28215] What, the enclosures of reticence removed, were their respective

[28228] Bloom (three times), by the reverend Mr Gilmer Johnston M. A., alone,

[28229] in the protestant church of Saint Nicholas Without, Coombe, by James

[28231] pump in the village of Swords, and by the reverend Charles Malone C.

[28232] C., in the church of the Three Patrons, Rathgar. Stephen (once) by

[28233] the reverend Charles Malone C. C., alone, in the church of the Three

[28239] through a dame’s school and the high school. Substituting Bloom for

[28240] Stephen Blephen would have passed successively through the preparatory,

[28241] junior, middle and senior grades of the intermediate and through the

[28242] matriculation, first arts, second arts and arts degree courses of the

[28245] Why did Bloom refrain from stating that he had frequented the university

[28253] The scientific. The artistic.

[28260] appreciation of the importance of inventions now common but once

[28261] revolutionary, for example, the aeronautic parachute, the reflecting

[28262] telescope, the spiral corkscrew, the safety pin, the mineral water

[28263] siphon, the canal lock with winch and sluice, the suction pump.

[28269] catapults. They comprised astronomical kaleidoscopes exhibiting the

[28270] twelve constellations of the zodiac from Aries to Pisces, miniature

[28277] The financial success achieved by Ephraim Marks and Charles A. James,

[28278] the former by his 1d bazaar at 42 George’s street, south, the latter

[28280] Henry street, admission 2d, children 1d: and the infinite possibilities

[28281] hitherto unexploited of the modern art of advertisement if condensed

[28316] Ward, 19 Hardwicke street, under the obituary notices and anniversaries

[28317] of deceases. The name on the label is Plumtree. A plumtree in a meatpot,

[28346] The Queen’s Hotel, Ennis, county Clare, where Rudolph Bloom (Rudolf

[28347] Virag) died on the evening of the 27 June 1886, at some hour unstated,

[28349] the form of a neuralgic liniment composed of 2 parts of aconite liniment

[28350] to 1 of chloroform liniment (purchased by him at 10.20 a.m. on the

[28351] morning of 27 June 1886 at the medical hall of Francis Dennehy, 17

[28353] purchased at 3.15 p.m. on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 a new boater

[28355] having, purchased at the hour and in the place aforesaid, the toxin

[28356] aforesaid), at the general drapery store of James Cullen, 4 Main street,

[28364] Did he depict the scene verbally for his guest to see?

[28370] Did he see only a second coincidence in the second scene narrated to

[28371] him, described by the narrator as A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or The

[28372] Parable of the Plums?

[28374] It, with the preceding scene and with others unnarrated but existent by

[28376] (e.g. My Favourite Hero or Procrastination is the Thief of Time)

[28378] in conjunction with the personal equation certain possibilities of

[28381] merit) for the use of preparatory and junior grade students or

[28382] contributed in printed form, following the precedent of Philip Beaufoy

[28387] the increasingly longer nights gradually following the summer solstice

[28388] on the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June (S. Aloysius

[28400] chess or backgammon): embroidery, darning or knitting for the

[28405] a cool dairy shop or warm cigar divan: the clandestine satisfaction of

[28409] acquaintances of recognised respectability in the vicinity: courses of

[28414] in favour of the lastmentioned (ninth) solution?

[28419] as to the correct method of writing the capital initial of the name of

[28422] the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid.

[28424] the implement of calligraphy in the encaustic pigment, exposed to

[28425] the corrosive action of copperas, green vitriol and nutgall. Unusual

[28430] What compensated in the false balance of her intelligence for these and

[28433] The false apparent parallelism of all perpendicular arms of all

[28434] balances, proved true by construction. The counterbalance of her

[28446] She followed not all, a part of the whole, gave attention with interest

[28461] Accepting the analogy implied in his guest’s parable which examples of

[28464] Three seekers of the pure truth, Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides,

[28465] author of More Nebukim (Guide of the Perplexed) and Moses Mendelssohn

[28473] That the seeker mentioned had been a pupil of a rabbinical philosopher,

[28476] Were other anapocryphal illustrious sons of the law and children of a

[28482] What fragments of verse from the ancient Hebrew and ancient Irish

[28492] How was a glyphic comparison of the phonic symbols of both languages

[28493] made in substantiation of the oral comparison?

[28495] By juxtaposition. On the penultimate blank page of a book of inferior

[28497] manipulated that its front cover came in contact with the surface of

[28498] the table) with a pencil (supplied by Stephen) Stephen wrote the Irish

[28500] wrote the Hebrew characters ghimel, aleph, daleth and (in the absence of

[28504] Was the knowledge possessed by both of each of these languages, the

[28505] extinct and the revived, theoretical or practical?

[28510] What points of contact existed between these languages and between the

[28513] The presence of guttural sounds, diacritic aspirations, epenthetic and

[28515] taught on the plain of Shinar 242 years after the deluge in the seminary

[28519] toponomastic, historical and religious literatures comprising the works

[28521] Pentateuch, Book of the Dun Cow, Book of Ballymote, Garland of Howth,

[28522] Book of Kells: their dispersal, persecution, survival and revival: the

[28524] (S. Mary’s Abbey) and masshouse (Adam and Eve’s tavern): the

[28526] acts: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the possibility of

[28534] Why was the chant arrested at the conclusion of this first distich?

[28538] How did the chanter compensate for this deficiency?

[28540] By a periphrastic version of the general text.

[28544] The increasing simplification traceable from the Egyptian epigraphic

[28545] hieroglyphs to the Greek and Roman alphabets and the anticipation of

[28546] modern stenography and telegraphic code in the cuneiform inscriptions

[28547] (Semitic) and the virgular quinquecostate ogham writing (Celtic).

[28549] Did the guest comply with his host’s request?

[28555] He heard in a profound ancient male unfamiliar melody the accumulation

[28556] of the past.

[28560] He saw in a quick young male familiar form the predestination of a

[28566] Visually, Stephen’s: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted

[28570] Auditively, Bloom’s: The traditional accent of the ecstasy of

[28573] What future careers had been possible for Bloom in the past and with

[28576] In the church, Roman, Anglican or Nonconformist: exemplars, the very

[28577] reverend John Conmee S. J., the reverend T. Salmon, D. D., provost of

[28578] Trinity college, Dr Alexander J. Dowie. At the bar, English or Irish:

[28579] exemplars, Seymour Bushe, K. C., Rufus Isaacs, K. C. On the stage,

[28583] Did the host encourage his guest to chant in a modulated voice a strange

[28587] secluded, reassured, the decocted beverages, allowing for subsolid

[28591] Recite the first (major) part of this chanted legend.

[28595] And the very first ball little Harry Hughes played

[28596] He drove it o’er the jew’s garden wall.

[28597] And the very second ball little Harry Hughes played

[28598] He broke the jew’s windows all.

[28599] How did the son of Rudolph receive this first part?

[28601] With unmixed feeling. Smiling, a jew, he heard with pleasure and saw the

[28604] Recite the second part (minor) of the legend.

[28606] Then out there came the jew’s daughter

[28616] She took him by the lilywhite hand

[28617] And led him along the hall

[28624] For he lies among the dead.

[28625] How did the father of Millicent receive this second part?

[28632] One of all, the least of all, is the victim predestined. Once by

[28639] Why was the host (victim predestined) sad?

[28644] Why was the host (reluctant, unresisting) still?

[28646] In accordance with the law of the conservation of energy.

[28648] Why was the host (secret infidel) silent?

[28650] He weighed the possible evidences for and against ritual murder: the

[28651] incitations of the hierarchy, the superstition of the populace, the

[28652] propagation of rumour in continued fraction of veridicity, the envy of

[28653] opulence, the influence of retaliation, the sporadic reappearance of

[28654] atavistic delinquency, the mitigating circumstances of fanaticism,

[28664] crawled in the direction of a heatless fire and, having attained

[28672] (Milly) at the ages of 6 and 8 years had uttered in sleep an exclamation

[28673] of terror and had replied to the interrogations of two figures in night

[28688] Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a direct

[28694] She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a recess. On the duke’s

[28697] the South Circular road in the company of Elsa Potter, followed by an

[28699] turned abruptly back (reason of change not stated). On the vigil of the

[28715] Similarly, because actuated by a secret purpose the quest of a new

[28717] because of different possible returns to the inhabitants or to the

[28722] In passivity, in economy, in the instinct of tradition, in

[28728] for her (cf neckarching cat). Moreover, on the free surface of the lake

[28730] spit, describing concentric circles of waterrings, indicated by the

[28731] constancy of its permanence the locus of a somnolent prostrate fish (cf

[28732] mousewatching cat). Again, in order to remember the date, combatants,

[28738] hearthdreaming cat). Hence, in passivity, in economy, in the instinct of

[28744] As object lessons to explain: 1) the nature and habits of oviparous

[28745] animals, the possibility of aerial flight, certain abnormalities of

[28746] vision, the secular process of imbalsamation: 2) the principle of the

[28747] pendulum, exemplified in bob, wheelgear and regulator, the translation

[28748] in terms of human or social regulation of the various positions of

[28749] clockwise moveable indicators on an unmoving dial, the exactitude of the

[28750] recurrence per hour of an instant in each hour when the longer and the

[28751] shorter indicator were at the same angle of inclination, videlicet, 5

[28756] She remembered: on the 27th anniversary of his birth she presented to

[28761] having been explained by him to her she expressed the immediate desire

[28762] to possess without gradual acquisition a fraction of his science, the

[28763] moiety, the quarter, a thousandth part.

[28768] To pass in repose the hours intervening between Thursday (proper) and

[28769] Friday (normal) on an extemporised cubicle in the apartment immediately

[28770] above the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the sleeping apartment of

[28776] For the guest: security of domicile and seclusion of study. For the

[28777] host: rejuvenation of intelligence, vicarious satisfaction. For the

[28786] Because the way to daughter led through mother, the way to mother

[28789] To what inconsequent polysyllabic question of his host did the guest

[28792] If he had known the late Mrs Emily Sinico, accidentally killed at Sydney

[28795] What inchoate corollary statement was consequently suppressed by the

[28798] A statement explanatory of his absence on the occasion of the interment

[28799] of Mrs Mary Dedalus (born Goulding), 26 June 1903, vigil of the

[28800] anniversary of the decease of Rudolph Bloom (born Virag).

[28802] Was the proposal of asylum accepted?

[28808] The former returned to the latter, without interest, a sum of money (£

[28809] 1-7-0), one pound seven shillings sterling, advanced by the latter to

[28810] the former.

[28816] the residence of the instructed. To inaugurate a course of vocal

[28817] instruction, place the residence of the instructress. To inaugurate a

[28819] places the residence of both speakers (if both speakers were resident in

[28820] the same place), the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street (W. and

[28821] E. Connery, proprietors), the National Library of Ireland, 10 Kildare

[28822] street, the National Maternity Hospital, 29, 30 and 31 Holles street, a

[28823] public garden, the vicinity of a place of worship, a conjunction of two

[28824] or more public thoroughfares, the point of bisection of a right line

[28828] What rendered problematic for Bloom the realisation of these mutually

[28831] The irreparability of the past: once at a performance of Albert

[28832] Hengler’s circus in the Rotunda, Rutland square, Dublin, an intuitive

[28833] particoloured clown in quest of paternity had penetrated from the ring

[28834] to a place in the auditorium where Bloom, solitary, was seated and had

[28836] (the clown’s) papa. The imprevidibility of the future: once in the

[28838] on the milled edge and tendered it in payment of an account due to and

[28840] Canal, for circulation on the waters of civic finance, for possible,

[28843] Was the clown Bloom’s son?

[28851] Why would a recurrent frustration the more depress him?

[28853] Because at the critical turningpoint of human existence he desired to

[28854] amend many social conditions, the product of inequality and avarice and

[28860] There remained the generic conditions imposed by natural, as distinct

[28861] from human law, as integral parts of the human whole: the necessity of

[28862] destruction to procure alimentary sustenance: the painful character of

[28863] the ultimate functions of separate existence, the agonies of birth and

[28864] death: the monotonous menstruation of simian and (particularly) human

[28865] females extending from the age of puberty to the menopause: inevitable

[28869] terror the basis of human mentality: seismic upheavals the epicentres

[28870] of which are located in densely populated regions: the fact of vital

[28877] more acceptable phenomena in the place of the less acceptable phenomena

[28883] syllogistically from the known to the unknown and a conscious rational

[28884] reagent between a micro and a macrocosm ineluctably constructed upon the

[28885] incertitude of the void.

[28894] the unknown to the known through the incertitude of the void.

[28896] In what order of precedence, with what attendant ceremony was the exodus

[28897] from the house of bondage to the wilderness of inhabitation effected?

[28907] The 113th, modus peregrinus: In exitu Israël de Egypto: domus Jacob de

[28910] What did each do at the door of egress?

[28912] Bloom set the candlestick on the floor. Stephen put the hat on his head.

[28914] For what creature was the door of egress a door of ingress?

[28918] What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the

[28920] the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden?

[28922] The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

[28927] Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of the moon invisible in

[28928] incipient lunation, approaching perigee: of the infinite lattiginous

[28930] observer placed at the lower end of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000

[28931] ft deep sunk from the surface towards the centre of the earth: of Sirius

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

[28937] towards the constellation of Hercules: of the parallax or parallactic

[28940] which the years, threescore and ten, of allotted human life formed a

[28945] Of the eons of geological periods recorded in the stratifications of the

[28946] earth: of the myriad minute entomological organic existences concealed

[28947] in cavities of the earth, beneath removable stones, in hives and mounds,

[28948] of microbes, germs, bacteria, bacilli, spermatozoa: of the incalculable

[28950] by cohesion of molecular affinity in a single pinhead: of the universe

[28955] and divisors ever diminishing without actual division till, if the

[28960] Because some years previously in 1886 when occupied with the problem of

[28961] the quadrature of the circle he had learned of the existence of a number

[28963] of so many places, e.g., the 9th power of the 9th power of 9, that, the

[28966] requisitioned in order to contain the complete tale of its printed

[28969] billions, the nucleus of the nebula of every digit of every series

[28970] containing succinctly the potentiality of being raised to the utmost

[28973] Did he find the problems of the inhabitability of the planets and their

[28974] satellites by a race, given in species, and of the possible social and

[28977] Of a different order of difficulty. Conscious that the human organism,

[28979] when elevated to a considerable altitude in the terrestrial atmosphere

[28981] the line of demarcation between troposphere and stratosphere was

[28989] differences resulting similar to the whole and to one another would

[28993] And the problem of possible redemption?

[28995] The minor was proved by the major.

[28997] Which various features of the constellations were in turn considered?

[28999] The various colours significant of various degrees of vitality (white,

[29001] their magnitudes revealed up to and including the 7th: their positions:

[29002] the waggoner’s star: Walsingham way: the chariot of David: the annular

[29003] cinctures of Saturn: the condensation of spiral nebulae into suns: the

[29004] interdependent gyrations of double suns: the independent synchronous

[29006] Galle: the systematisations attempted by Bode and Kepler of cubes

[29007] of distances and squares of times of revolution: the almost infinite

[29009] and reentrant orbits from perihelion to aphelion: the sidereal origin of

[29010] meteoric stones: the Libyan floods on Mars about the period of the birth

[29011] of the younger astroscopist: the annual recurrence of meteoric showers

[29012] about the period of the feast of S. Lawrence (martyr, 10 August): the

[29013] monthly recurrence known as the new moon with the old moon in her arms:

[29014] the posited influence of celestial on human bodies: the appearance of a

[29016] day (a new luminous sun generated by the collision and amalgamation in

[29017] incandescence of two nonluminous exsuns) about the period of the

[29018] birth of William Shakespeare over delta in the recumbent neversetting

[29021] from the constellation of the Corona Septentrionalis about the period

[29022] of the birth of Leopold Bloom and of other stars of (presumably) similar

[29024] from the constellation of Andromeda about the period of the birth of

[29025] Stephen Dedalus, and in and from the constellation of Auriga some years

[29026] after the birth and death of Rudolph Bloom, junior, and in and from

[29027] other constellations some years before or after the birth or death of

[29028] other persons: the attendant phenomena of eclipses, solar and lunar,

[29034] His (Bloom’s) logical conclusion, having weighed the matter and

[29039] the known to the unknown: an infinity renderable equally finite by the

[29040] suppositious apposition of one or more bodies equally of the same and of

[29046] Was he more convinced of the esthetic value of the spectacle?

[29048] Indubitably in consequence of the reiterated examples of poets in the

[29049] delirium of the frenzy of attachment or in the abasement of rejection

[29050] invoking ardent sympathetic constellations or the frigidity of the

[29053] Did he then accept as an article of belief the theory of astrological

[29056] It seemed to him as possible of proof as of confutation and the

[29058] verifiable intuition as to fallacious analogy: the lake of dreams, the

[29059] sea of rains, the gulf of dews, the ocean of fecundity.

[29061] What special affinities appeared to him to exist between the moon and

[29067] and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced

[29071] incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her

[29072] visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent

[29073] propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her

[29074] light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her

[29081] In the second storey (rere) of his (Bloom’s) house the light of a

[29086] How did he elucidate the mystery of an invisible attractive person, his

[29095] Silent, each contemplating the other in both mirrors of the reciprocal

[29103] their gazes, first Bloom’s, then Stephen’s, elevated to the

[29108] The trajectories of their, first sequent, then simultaneous, urinations

[29109] were dissimilar: Bloom’s longer, less irruent, in the incomplete form

[29110] of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who in his ultimate

[29111] year at High School (1880) had been capable of attaining the point

[29112] of greatest altitude against the whole concurrent strength of the

[29113] institution, 210 scholars: Stephen’s higher, more sibilant, who in the

[29114] ultimate hours of the previous day had augmented by diuretic consumption

[29117] What different problems presented themselves to each concerning the

[29118] invisible audible collateral organ of the other?

[29120] To Bloom: the problems of irritability, tumescence, rigidity,

[29123] To Stephen: the problem of the sacerdotal integrity of Jesus circumcised

[29125] unnecessary servile work) and the problem as to whether the divine

[29126] prepuce, the carnal bridal ring of the holy Roman catholic apostolic

[29128] the fourth degree of latria accorded to the abscission of such divine

[29133] A star precipitated with great apparent velocity across the firmament

[29134] from Vega in the Lyre above the zenith beyond the stargroup of the Tress

[29135] of Berenice towards the zodiacal sign of Leo.

[29137] How did the centripetal remainer afford egress to the centrifugal

[29140] By inserting the barrel of an arruginated male key in the hole of an

[29141] unstable female lock, obtaining a purchase on the bow of the key and

[29146] How did they take leave, one of the other, in separation?

[29148] Standing perpendicular at the same door and on different sides of its

[29149] base, the lines of their valedictory arms, meeting at any point and

[29150] forming any angle less than the sum of two right angles.

[29152] What sound accompanied the union of their tangent, the disunion of their

[29155] The sound of the peal of the hour of the night by the chime of the bells

[29156] in the church of Saint George.

[29168] Where were the several members of the company which with Bloom that day

[29169] at the bidding of that peal had travelled from Sandymount in the south

[29170] to Glasnevin in the north?

[29175] Paddy Dignam (in the grave).

[29179] The double reverberation of retreating feet on the heavenborn earth, the

[29180] double vibration of a jew’s harp in the resonant lane.

[29184] The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing

[29185] point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur: the

[29199] The disparition of three final stars, the diffusion of daybreak, the

[29204] Once, in 1887, after a protracted performance of charades in the house

[29205] of Luke Doyle, Kimmage, he had awaited with patience the apparition

[29206] of the diurnal phenomenon, seated on a wall, his gaze turned in the

[29207] direction of Mizrach, the east.

[29209] He remembered the initial paraphenomena?

[29212] various points, avine music, the isolated tread of an early wayfarer,

[29213] the visible diffusion of the light of an invisible luminous body, the

[29214] first golden limb of the resurgent sun perceptible low on the horizon.

[29218] With deep inspiration he returned, retraversing the garden, reentering

[29219] the passage, reclosing the door. With brief suspiration he reassumed the

[29220] candle, reascended the stairs, reapproached the door of the front room,

[29225] The right temporal lobe of the hollow sphere of his cranium came into

[29230] Describe the alterations effected in the disposition of the articles of

[29234] the door to the ingleside near the compactly furled Union Jack (an

[29235] alteration which he had frequently intended to execute): the blue and

[29236] white checker inlaid majolicatopped table had been placed opposite the

[29237] door in the place vacated by the prune plush sofa: the walnut sideboard

[29239] been moved from its position beside the door to a more advantageous but

[29240] more perilous position in front of the door: two chairs had been moved

[29241] from right and left of the ingleside to the position originally occupied

[29242] by the blue and white checker inlaid majolicatopped table.

[29247] slanted to the rere, which, repelled in recoil, had then upturned an

[29250] The other: a slender splayfoot chair of glossy cane curves, placed

[29251] directly opposite the former, its frame from top to seat and from seat

[29260] What occupied the position originally occupied by the sideboard?

[29265] discoloured ends of cigarettes, its musicrest supporting the music in

[29266] the key of G natural for voice and piano of Love’s Old Sweet Song

[29268] Antoinette Sterling) open at the last page with the final indications ad

[29276] bending and downturning the upturned rugfringe: with amusement,

[29277] remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan’s scheme of colour containing the

[29278] gradation of green: with pleasure, repeating the words and antecedent

[29280] the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual

[29285] From an open box on the majolicatopped table he extracted a black

[29287] a small tin plate, placed his candlestick on the right corner of the

[29289] (illustrated) entitled Agendath Netaim, unfolded the same, examined

[29290] it superficially, rolled it into a thin cylinder, ignited it in the

[29291] candleflame, applied it when ignited to the apex of the cone till the

[29292] latter reached the stage of rutilance, placed the cylinder in the basin

[29293] of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in such a manner as to

[29298] The truncated conical crater summit of the diminutive volcano emitted a

[29301] What homothetic objects, other than the candlestick, stood on the

[29304] A timepiece of striated Connemara marble, stopped at the hour of 4.46

[29305] a.m. on the 21 March 1896, matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon: a dwarf

[29313] In the mirror of the giltbordered pierglass the undecorated back of the

[29314] dwarf tree regarded the upright back of the embalmed owl. Before

[29315] the mirror the matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper with a clear

[29318] gaze regarded the matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle.

[29320] What composite asymmetrical image in the mirror then attracted his

[29323] The image of a solitary (ipsorelative) mutable (aliorelative) man.

[29335] What final visual impression was communicated to him by the mirror?

[29337] The optical reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged

[29338] and not in the order of their common letters with scintillating titles

[29339] on the two bookshelves opposite.

[29350] The Useful Ready Reckoner (brown cloth).

[29352] The Secret History of the Court of Charles II (red cloth, tooled

[29355] The Child’s Guide (blue cloth).

[29357] The Beauties of Killarney (wrappers).

[29364] The Story of the Heavens by Sir Robert Ball (blue cloth).

[29368] The Stark-Munro Letters by A. Conan Doyle, property of the City of

[29376] Philosophy of the Talmud (sewn pamphlet).

[29379] minimising victories, aggrandising defeats of the protagonist).

[29384] Hozier’s History of the Russo-Turkish War (brown cloth, 2 volumes,

[29396] The Hidden Life of Christ (black boards).

[29398] In the Track of the Sun (yellow cloth, titlepage missing, recurrent

[29405] for R. Knaplock at the Bi?hop’s Head, MDCCXI, with dedicatory epi?tle

[29406] to his worthy friend Charles Cox, e?quire, Member of Parliament for the

[29407] burgh of Southwark and having ink calligraphed statement on the flyleaf

[29408] certifying that the book was the property of Michael Gallagher, dated

[29409] this 10th day of May 1822 and reque?ting the per?on who should find

[29410] it, if the book should be lo?t or go a?tray, to re?tore it to Michael

[29411] Gallagher, carpenter, Dufery Gate, Enni?corthy, county Wicklow, the

[29412] fine?t place in the world.

[29414] What reflections occupied his mind during the process of reversion of

[29415] the inverted volumes?

[29417] The necessity of order, a place for everything and everything in its

[29418] place: the deficient appreciation of literature possessed by females:

[29419] the incongruity of an apple incuneated in a tumbler and of an umbrella

[29420] inclined in a closestool: the insecurity of hiding any secret document

[29421] behind, beneath or between the pages of a book.

[29423] Which volume was the largest in bulk?

[29425] Hozier’s History of the Russo-Turkish War.

[29427] What among other data did the second volume of the work in question

[29430] The name of a decisive battle (forgotten), frequently remembered by a

[29433] Why, firstly and secondly, did he not consult the work in question?

[29436] interval of amnesia, when, seated at the central table, about to consult

[29437] the work in question, he remembered by mnemotechnic the name of the

[29442] The candour, nudity, pose, tranquility, youth, grace, sex, counsel of a

[29443] statue erect in the centre of the table, an image of Narcissus purchased

[29449] articles of clothing superfluous in the costume of mature males and

[29452] How was the irritation allayed?

[29455] stud, from his neck to a position on the left of the table. He

[29457] and vest along the medial line of irregular incrispated black hairs

[29458] extending in triangular convergence from the pelvic basin over the

[29459] circumference of the abdomen and umbilicular fossicle along the medial

[29460] line of nodes to the intersection of the sixth pectoral vertebrae,

[29462] described about two equidistant points, right and left, on the summits

[29463] of the mammary prominences. He unbraced successively each of six minus

[29468] He compressed between 2 fingers the flesh circumjacent to a cicatrice in

[29469] the left infracostal region below the diaphragm resulting from a sting

[29473] abluted skin. He inserted his left hand into the left lower pocket of

[29475] placed there (presumably) on the occasion (17 October 1903) of the

[29478] Compile the budget for 16 June 1904.

[29510] Did the process of divestiture continue?

[29513] his foot to one side and observed the creases, protuberances and salient

[29514] points caused by foot pressure in the course of walking repeatedly in

[29515] several different directions, then, inclined, he disnoded the laceknots,

[29516] unhooked and loosened the laces, took off each of his two boots for the

[29517] second time, detached the partially moistened right sock through the

[29518] fore part of which the nail of his great toe had again effracted, raised

[29520] took off his right sock, placed his unclothed right foot on the margin

[29521] of the seat of his chair, picked at and gently lacerated the protruding

[29522] part of the great toenail, raised the part lacerated to his nostrils and

[29523] inhaled the odour of the quick, then, with satisfaction, threw away the

[29528] Because the odour inhaled corresponded to other odours inhaled of other

[29530] Ellis’s juvenile school, patiently each night in the act of brief

[29540] drive nor, on the other hand, a terracehouse or semidetached villa,

[29544] with the earth, with porch covered by parasitic plants (ivy or Virginia

[29550] a distance from the nearest public thoroughfare as to render its

[29553] mile from the periphery of the metropolis, within a time limit of not

[29555] Sutton, north, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the

[29557] the premises to be held under feefarm grant, lease 999 years, the

[29561] with linen wallpresses, fumed oak sectional bookcase containing the

[29585] insurance, annual bonus (£ 1) and retiring allowance (based on the

[29591] What additional attractions might the grounds contain?

[29594] with tropical palms, equipped in the best botanical manner, a rockery

[29598] William, sweet pea, lily of the valley (bulbs obtainable from sir James

[29629] What might be the name of this erigible or erected residence?

[29638] weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the scent

[29639] of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil, multiplying wisdom, achieving

[29645] to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the

[29668] What would be his civic functions and social status among the county

[29672] of gardener, groundsman, cultivator, breeder, and at the zenith of his

[29673] career, resident magistrate or justice of the peace with a family crest

[29675] recorded in the court directory (Bloom, Leopold P., M. P., P. C., K. P.,

[29683] the dispensation in a heterogeneous society of arbitrary classes,

[29686] of the widest possible latitude but exactable to the uttermost farthing

[29687] with confiscation of estate, real and personal, to the crown. Loyal to

[29688] the highest constituted power in the land, actuated by an innate love of

[29689] rectitude his aims would be the strict maintenance of public order,

[29690] the repression of many abuses though not of all simultaneously (every

[29692] contained by fluxion in the final solution), the upholding of the letter

[29693] of the law (common, statute and law merchant) against all traversers in

[29704] disbelief in the tenets of the Irish (protestant) church (to which his

[29705] father Rudolf Virag (later Rudolph Bloom) had been converted from the

[29706] Israelitic faith and communion in 1865 by the Society for promoting

[29707] Christianity among the jews) subsequently abjured by him in favour of

[29708] Roman catholicism at the epoch of and with a view to his matrimony

[29710] friendship (terminated by the premature emigration of the former) he

[29711] had advocated during nocturnal perambulations the political theory of

[29712] colonial (e.g. Canadian) expansion and the evolutionary theories of

[29713] Charles Darwin, expounded in The Descent of Man and The Origin of

[29714] Species. In 1885 he had publicly expressed his adherence to the

[29717] the agrarian policy of Michael Davitt, the constitutional agitation of

[29718] Charles Stewart Parnell (M. P. for Cork City), the programme of

[29721] climbed up into a secure position amid the ramifications of a tree

[29722] on Northumberland road to see the entrance (2 February 1888) into the

[29725] the marquess of Ripon and (honest) John Morley.

[29729] As per prospectus of the Industrious Foreign Acclimatised Nationalised

[29734] acquisition and the balance in the form of annual rent, viz. £ 800

[29735] plus 2 1/2 % interest on the same, repayable quarterly in equal annual

[29738] £ 64, headrent included, the titledeeds to remain in possession of

[29739] the lender or lenders with a saving clause envisaging forced sale,

[29740] foreclosure and mutual compensation in the event of protracted failure

[29741] to pay the terms assigned, otherwise the messuage to become the absolute

[29742] property of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the period of years

[29749] the result of a national equine handicap (flat or steeplechase) of 1 or

[29751] 8 m p.m. at Ascot (Greenwich time), the message being received and

[29753] The unexpected discovery of an object of great monetary value (precious

[29758] unusual repositories or by unusual means: from the air (dropped by an

[29759] eagle in flight), by fire (amid the carbonised remains of an incendiated

[29760] edifice), in the sea (amid flotsam, jetsam, lagan and derelict), on

[29761] earth (in the gizzard of a comestible fowl). A Spanish prisoner’s

[29764] interest of the collective worth of £ 5,000,000 stg (five million

[29765] pounds sterling). A contract with an inconsiderate contractee for the

[29767] cash payment on delivery per delivery at the initial rate of 1/4d to be

[29768] increased constantly in the geometrical progression of 2 (1/4d, 1/2d,

[29770] a study of the laws of probability to break the bank at Monte Carlo.

[29771] A solution of the secular problem of the quadrature of the circle,

[29776] The reclamation of dunams of waste arenary soil, proposed in the

[29777] prospectus of Agendath Netaim, Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W. 15, by the

[29779] The utilisation of waste paper, fells of sewer rodents, human excrement

[29780] possessing chemical properties, in view of the vast production of the

[29781] first, vast number of the second and immense quantity of the third,

[29784] animal and vegetable diet), to be multiplied by 4,386,035, the total

[29789] A scheme to be formulated and submitted for approval to the harbour

[29790] commissioners for the exploitation of white coal (hydraulic power),

[29793] streams for the economic production of 500,000 W. H. P. of electricity.

[29794] A scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of the North Bull at Dollymount

[29795] and erect on the space of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle

[29798] A scheme for the use of dogvans and goatvans for the delivery of early

[29799] morning milk. A scheme for the development of Irish tourist traffic in

[29800] and around Dublin by means of petrolpropelled riverboats, plying in the

[29804] the repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways,

[29805] when freed from weedbeds. A scheme to connect by tramline the Cattle

[29806] Market (North Circular road and Prussia street) with the quays (Sheriff

[29807] street, lower, and East Wall), parallel with the Link line railway

[29808] laid (in conjunction with the Great Southern and Western railway line)

[29809] between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and terminus of Midland

[29810] Great Western Railway 43 to 45 North Wall, in proximity to the terminal

[29819] and Holland and for Liverpool Underwriters’ Association, the cost of

[29821] operated by the Dublin United Tramways Company, limited, to be covered

[29824] Positing what protasis would the contraction for such several schemes

[29827] Given a guarantee equal to the sum sought, the support, by deed of gift

[29832] joining capital with opportunity the thing required was done.

[29836] The independent discovery of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore.

[29840] It was one of his axioms that similar meditations or the automatic

[29842] recollection of the past when practised habitually before retiring for

[29843] the night alleviated fatigue and produced as a result sound repose and

[29848] As a physicist he had learned that of the 70 years of complete human

[29850] he knew that at the termination of any allotted life only an

[29852] a physiologist he believed in the artificial placation of malignant

[29857] The committal of homicide or suicide during sleep by an aberration

[29858] of the light of reason, the incommensurable categorical intelligence

[29859] situated in the cerebral convolutions.

[29865] reduced to its simplest and most efficient terms not exceeding the span

[29866] of casual vision and congruous with the velocity of modern life.

[29868] What did the first drawer unlocked contain?

[29873] the trunk full front with 3 large buttons, 1 triangular foot: 2 fading

[29876] pictorial representation of a parasitic plant, the legend Mizpah, the

[29877] date Xmas 1892, the name of the senders: from Mr + Mrs M. Comerford,

[29878] the versicle: May this Yuletide bring to thee, Joy and peace and welcome

[29879] glee: a butt of red partly liquefied sealing wax, obtained from the

[29881] a box containing the remainder of a gross of gilt “J” pennibs,

[29884] written by Leopold Bloom in 1886 concerning the consequences of the

[29894] Clifford, c/o. P. O. Dolphin’s Barn: the transliterated name and

[29895] address of the addresser of the 3 letters in reversed alphabetic

[29899] schools: a pink ribbon which had festooned an Easter egg in the year

[29904] 2 coupons of the Royal and Privileged Hungarian Lottery: a lowpower

[29911] old tan boots: a 1d adhesive stamp, lavender, of the reign of Queen

[29912] Victoria: a chart of the measurements of Leopold Bloom compiled before,

[29916] and 12 in, calf 11 in and 12 in: 1 prospectus of The Wonderworker,

[29917] the world’s greatest remedy for rectal complaints, direct from

[29922] Quote the textual terms in which the prospectus claimed advantages for

[29926] wind, assists nature in the most formidable way, insuring instant relief

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

[29942] during the South African campaign! What a relief it would have been!

[29951] The reflection that, apart from the letter in question, his magnetic

[29952] face, form and address had been favourably received during the course of

[29953] the preceding day by a wife (Mrs Josephine Breen, born Josie Powell),

[29959] The possibility of exercising virile power of fascination in the not

[29961] the company of an elegant courtesan, of corporal beauty, moderately

[29964] What did the 2nd drawer contain?

[29966] Documents: the birth certificate of Leopold Paula Bloom: an endowment

[29967] assurance policy of £ 500 in the Scottish Widows’ Assurance Society,

[29972] option: a bank passbook issued by the Ulster Bank, College Green branch

[29977] dockets of the Catholic Cemeteries’ (Glasnevin) Committee, relative to

[29981] Quote the textual terms of this notice.

[29984] formerly of Szombathely in the kingdom of Hungary, hereby give notice

[29986] times to be known by the name of Rudolph Bloom.

[29988] What other objects relative to Rudolph Bloom (born Virag) were in the

[29992] Virag executed in the year 1852 in the portrait atelier of their

[29995] spectacles inserted marked the passage of thanksgiving in the ritual

[29996] prayers for Pessach (Passover): a photocard of the Queen’s Hotel,

[30000] What fractions of phrases did the lecture of those five whole words

[30013] of grains and scruples as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the

[30023] The prohibition of the use of fleshmeat and milk at one meal: the

[30025] mercantile coexreligionist excompatriots: the circumcision of

[30026] male infants: the supernatural character of Judaic scripture: the

[30027] ineffability of the tetragrammaton: the sanctity of the sabbath.

[30041] taken care of pence, the pounds having taken care of themselves).

[30044] suggestions for the establishment of affiliated business premises in the

[30047] Had time equally but differently obliterated the memory of these

[30050] In narrator by the access of years and in consequence of the use of

[30051] narcotic toxin: in listener by the access of years and in consequence of

[30052] the action of distraction upon vicarious experiences.

[30054] What idiosyncracies of the narrator were concomitant products of

[30058] Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an

[30059] inclined plate. Occasionally he removed from his lips the traces of food

[30064] The myopic digital calculation of coins, eructation consequent upon

[30069] The endowment policy, the bank passbook, the certificate of the

[30076] Successively, in descending helotic order: Poverty: that of the outdoor

[30077] hawker of imitation jewellery, the dun for the recovery of bad and

[30078] doubtful debts, the poor rate and deputy cess collector. Mendicancy:

[30079] that of the fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying 1/4d

[30080] in the £, sandwichman, distributor of throwaways, nocturnal vagrant,

[30084] perforated umbrella. Destitution: the inmate of Old Man’s House (Royal

[30085] Hospital), Kilmainham, the inmate of Simpson’s Hospital for reduced

[30087] Nadir of misery: the aged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund

[30092] The unsympathetic indifference of previously amiable females, the

[30093] contempt of muscular males, the acceptance of fragments of bread,

[30094] the simulated ignorance of casual acquaintances, the latration of

[30095] illegitimate unlicensed vagabond dogs, the infantile discharge of

[30105] The latter, by the line of least resistance.

[30110] The habit of independent purchase increasingly cultivated. The necessity

[30111] to counteract by impermanent sojourn the permanence of arrest.

[30115] The parties concerned, uniting, had increased and multiplied, which

[30116] being done, offspring produced and educed to maturity, the parties, if

[30118] which was absurd, to form by reunion the original couple of uniting

[30123] The attractive character of certain localities in Ireland and abroad,

[30130] The cliffs of Moher, the windy wilds of Connemara, lough Neagh with

[30131] submerged petrified city, the Giant’s Causeway, Fort Camden and

[30132] Fort Carlisle, the Golden Vale of Tipperary, the islands of Aran, the

[30133] pastures of royal Meath, Brigid’s elm in Kildare, the Queen’s Island

[30134] shipyard in Belfast, the Salmon Leap, the lakes of Killarney.

[30140] street, Dublin), Jerusalem, the holy city (with mosque of Omar and gate

[30141] of Damascus, goal of aspiration), the straits of Gibraltar (the unique

[30142] birthplace of Marion Tweedy), the Parthenon (containing statues of nude

[30143] Grecian divinities), the Wall street money market (which controlled

[30144] international finance), the Plaza de Toros at La Linea, Spain (where

[30145] O’Hara of the Camerons had slain the bull), Niagara (over which no

[30146] human being had passed with impunity), the land of the Eskimos (eaters

[30147] of soap), the forbidden country of Thibet (from which no traveller

[30148] returns), the bay of Naples (to see which was to die), the Dead Sea.

[30152] At sea, septentrional, by night the polestar, located at the point of

[30153] intersection of the right line from beta to alpha in Ursa Maior produced

[30154] and divided externally at omega and the hypotenuse of the rightangled

[30155] triangle formed by the line alpha omega so produced and the line alpha

[30157] in imperfect varying phases of lunation through the posterior interstice

[30158] of the imperfectly occluded skirt of a carnose negligent perambulating

[30159] female, a pillar of the cloud by day.

[30161] What public advertisement would divulge the occultation of the departed?

[30164] missing gent about 40, answering to the name of Bloom, Leopold (Poldy),

[30176] Honour and gifts of strangers, the friends of Everyman. A nymph

[30177] immortal, beauty, the bride of Noman.

[30179] Would the departed never nowhere nohow reappear?

[30181] Ever he would wander, selfcompelled, to the extreme limit of his

[30182] cometary orbit, beyond the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopic

[30183] planets, astronomical waifs and strays, to the extreme boundary of

[30186] the summons of recall. Whence, disappearing from the constellation of

[30187] the Northern Crown he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the

[30191] surpassing those of Rothschild or the silver king.

[30201] The lateness of the hour, rendering procrastinatory: the obscurity

[30202] of the night, rendering invisible: the uncertainty of thoroughfares,

[30203] rendering perilous: the necessity for repose, obviating movement: the

[30204] proximity of an occupied bed, obviating research: the anticipation of

[30206] rendering desirable: the statue of Narcissus, sound without echo,

[30212] The removal of nocturnal solitude, the superior quality of human

[30213] (mature female) to inhuman (hotwaterjar) calefaction, the stimulation of

[30214] matutinal contact, the economy of mangling done on the premises in the

[30215] case of trousers accurately folded and placed lengthwise between the

[30216] spring mattress (striped) and the woollen mattress (biscuit section).

[30221] The preparation of breakfast (burnt offering): intestinal congestion and

[30222] premeditative defecation (holy of holies): the bath (rite of John): the

[30223] funeral (rite of Samuel): the advertisement of Alexander Keyes (Urim and

[30224] Thummim): the unsubstantial lunch (rite of Melchisedek): the visit to

[30225] museum and national library (holy place): the bookhunt along Bedford

[30226] row, Merchants’ Arch, Wellington Quay (Simchath Torah): the music

[30227] in the Ormond Hotel (Shira Shirim): the altercation with a truculent

[30230] a leavetaking (wilderness): the eroticism produced by feminine

[30231] exhibitionism (rite of Onan): the prolonged delivery of Mrs Mina Purefoy

[30232] (heave offering): the visit to the disorderly house of Mrs Bella Cohen,

[30234] Beaver street (Armageddon): nocturnal perambulation to and from the

[30240] The cause of a brief sharp unforeseen heard loud lone crack emitted by

[30241] the insentient material of a strainveined timber table.

[30250] years did Bloom now, having effected natural obscurity by the extinction

[30253] Where was Moses when the candle went out?

[30262] C.): to certify the presence or absence of posterior rectal orifice in

[30263] the case of Hellenic female divinities: to obtain admission (gratuitous

[30264] or paid) to the performance of Leah by Mrs Bandmann Palmer at the Gaiety

[30269] The face of her father, the late Major Brian Cooper Tweedy, Royal Dublin

[30272] What recurrent impressions of the same were possible by hypothesis?

[30274] Retreating, at the terminus of the Great Northern Railway, Amiens

[30277] infinity, with constant uniform retardation, at the terminus of the

[30289] irregularly on the top of a rectangular trunk, quadruple battened,

[30299] irregularly on the washstand and floor and consisting of basin, soapdish

[30300] and brushtray (on the washstand, together), pitcher and night article

[30301] (on the floor, separate).

[30305] He deposited the articles of clothing on a chair, removed his remaining

[30306] articles of clothing, took from beneath the bolster at the head of the

[30307] bed a folded long white nightshirt, inserted his head and arms into the

[30308] proper apertures of the nightshirt, removed a pillow from the head to

[30309] the foot of the bed, prepared the bedlinen accordingly and entered the

[30315] not his own): with solicitude, the snakespiral springs of the mattress

[30316] being old, the brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and tremulous

[30318] lust or adders: lightly, the less to disturb: reverently, the bed of

[30324] New clean bedlinen, additional odours, the presence of a human form,

[30325] female, hers, the imprint of a human form, male, not his, some crumbs,

[30330] To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to

[30331] enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if

[30332] the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first,

[30338] Assuming Mulvey to be the first term of his series, Penrose, Bartell

[30340] Father Bernard Corrigan, a farmer at the Royal Dublin Society’s Horse

[30343] organgrinder, an unknown gentleman in the Gaiety Theatre, Benjamin

[30346] Argus, a bootblack at the General Post Office, Hugh E. (Blazes) Boylan

[30349] What were his reflections concerning the last member of this series and

[30350] late occupant of the bed?

[30356] Why for the observer impressionability in addition to vigour, corporal

[30359] Because he had observed with augmenting frequency in the preceding

[30360] members of the same series the same concupiscence, inflammably

[30372] Of a bodily and mental male organism specially adapted for the

[30374] piston and cylinder movement necessary for the complete satisfaction of

[30381] the agent and reagent of attraction. Because attraction between agent(s)

[30384] reentrance. Because the controlled contemplation of the fluctuation of

[30389] In virtue of a) acquaintance initiated in September 1903 in the

[30403] As not so calamitous as a cataclysmic annihilation of the planet in

[30409] felony, mutiny on the high seas, trespass, burglary, jailbreaking,

[30410] practice of unnatural vice, desertion from armed forces in the field,

[30411] perjury, poaching, usury, intelligence with the king’s enemies,

[30415] equilibrium between the bodily organism and its attendant circumstances,

[30422] outrage (copulation) yet the matrimonial violator of the matrimonially

[30423] violated had not been outraged by the adulterous violator of the

[30436] humiliation, separation protecting the one separated from the other,

[30437] protecting the separator from both.

[30439] By what reflections did he, a conscious reactor against the void of

[30442] The preordained frangibility of the hymen: the presupposed intangibility

[30443] of the thing in itself: the incongruity and disproportion between

[30444] the selfprolonging tension of the thing proposed to be done and the

[30445] selfabbreviating relaxation of the thing done: the fallaciously inferred

[30446] debility of the female: the muscularity of the male: the variations of

[30447] ethical codes: the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving

[30450] feminine object) from the active voice into its correlative aorist

[30453] masculine agent) in the passive voice: the continued product of

[30454] seminators by generation: the continual production of semen by

[30455] distillation: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the

[30456] inanity of extolled virtue: the lethargy of nescient matter: the apathy

[30457] of the stars.

[30462] Satisfaction at the ubiquity in eastern and western terrestrial

[30464] (the land of the midnight sun, the islands of the blessed, the isles of

[30465] Greece, the land of promise), of adipose anterior and posterior female

[30471] The visible signs of antesatisfaction?

[30478] He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each

[30482] The visible signs of postsatisfaction?

[30492] With what modifications did the narrator reply to this interrogation?

[30494] Negative: he omitted to mention the clandestine correspondence between

[30495] Martha Clifford and Henry Flower, the public altercation at, in and

[30496] in the vicinity of the licensed premises of Bernard Kiernan and Co,

[30497] Limited, 8, 9 and 10 Little Britain street, the erotic provocation

[30498] and response thereto caused by the exhibitionism of Gertrude (Gerty),

[30500] Bandmann Palmer of Leah at the Gaiety Theatre, 46, 47, 48, 49 South King

[30505] in the course of a postcenal gymnastic display, the victim (since

[30508] aeronautical feat executed by him (narrator) in the presence of a

[30509] witness, the professor and author aforesaid, with promptitude of

[30512] Was the narration otherwise unaltered by modifications?

[30516] Which event or person emerged as the salient point of his narration?

[30521] perceived by listener and narrator concerning themselves during the

[30524] By the listener a limitation of fertility inasmuch as marriage had been

[30525] celebrated 1 calendar month after the 18th anniversary of her birth (8

[30526] September 1870), viz. 8 October, and consummated on the same date with

[30528] on the 10 September of the same year and complete carnal intercourse,

[30529] with ejaculation of semen within the natural female organ, having last

[30530] taken place 5 weeks previous, viz. 27 November 1893, to the birth on 29

[30534] of semen within the natural female organ. By the narrator a limitation

[30536] intercourse between himself and the listener had not taken place since

[30537] the consummation of puberty, indicated by catamenic hemorrhage, of the

[30540] preestablished natural comprehension in incomprehension between the

[30546] By various reiterated feminine interrogation concerning the masculine

[30547] destination whither, the place where, the time at which, the duration

[30548] for which, the object with which in the case of temporary absences,

[30551] What moved visibly above the listener’s and the narrator’s invisible

[30554] The upcast reflection of a lamp and shade, an inconstant series of

[30559] Listener, S. E. by E.: Narrator, N. W. by W.: on the 53rd parallel of

[30561] the terrestrial equator.

[30566] and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively, by the

[30567] proper perpetual motion of the earth through everchanging tracks of

[30573] leg extended in a straight line and resting on left leg, flexed, in the

[30575] reclined laterally, left, with right and left legs flexed, the index

[30576] finger and thumb of the right hand resting on the bridge of the nose, in

[30577] the attitude depicted in a snapshot photograph made by Percy Apjohn, the

[30578] childman weary, the manchild in the womb.

[30586] Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and

[30587] Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and

[30588] Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad

[30589] the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the

[30590] Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.

[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

[30596] Darkinbad the Brightdayler.

18. Penelope

[30610] breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel when he

[30616] had too much old chat in her about politics and earthquakes and the end

[30617] of the world let us have a bit of fun first God help the world if all

[30618] the women were her sort down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course

[30627] serious the matter with him its much better for them to go into a

[30630] on the carpet have him staying there till they throw him out or a nun

[30631] maybe like the smutty photo he has shes as much a nun as Im not yes

[30634] dyinglooking one off the south circular when he sprained his foot at

[30635] the choir party at the sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that dress

[30636] Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst old ones she could find at the

[30637] bottom of the basket anything at all to get into a mans bedroom with

[30640] a bit grown in the bed father was the same besides I hate bandaging and

[30641] dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring his corns afraid hed

[30643] attention only of course the woman hides it not to give all the trouble

[30646] night women if it was down there he was really and the hotel story he

[30651] out looking quite conscious what harm but he had the impudence to make

[30653] all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a solicitor only for

[30655] little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the

[30656] sly if they only knew him as well as I do yes because the day before

[30657] yesterday he was scribbling something a letter when I came into the

[30658] front room to show him Dignams death in the paper as if something told

[30659] me and he covered it up with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking

[30663] can out of him no fool like an old fool and then the usual kissing my

[30666] have the two of them under my nose all the time like that slut that Mary

[30668] enough to get the smell of those painted women off him once or twice

[30669] I had a suspicion by getting him to come near me when I found the

[30670] long hair on his coat without that one when I went into the kitchen

[30674] house stealing my potatoes and the oysters 2/6 per doz going out to see

[30679] be alone with her I wouldnt lower myself to spy on them the garters I

[30680] found in her room the Friday she was out that was enough for me a little

[30682] weeks notice I saw to that better do without them altogether do out the

[30683] rooms myself quicker only for the damn cooking and throwing out the dirt

[30684] I gave it to him anyhow either she or me leaves the house I couldnt even

[30686] like that one denying it up to my face and singing about the place in

[30687] the W C too because she knew she was too well off yes because he couldnt

[30688] possibly do without it that long so he must do it somewhere and the last

[30689] time he came on my bottom when was it the night Boylan gave my hand a

[30690] great squeeze going along by the Tolka in my hand there steals another

[30691] I just pressed the back of his like that with my thumb to squeeze back

[30692] singing the young May moon shes beaming love because he has an idea

[30694] the Gaiety though Im not going to give him the satisfaction in any case

[30695] God knows hes a change in a way not to be always and ever wearing the

[30698] him if we were Id let him see my garters the new ones and make him turn

[30700] on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the thing by the hour

[30701] question and answer would you do this that and the other with the

[30703] or bishop was sitting beside me in the jews temples gardens when I was

[30705] so on about the monuments and he tired me out with statues encouraging

[30707] you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who the german

[30713] all the talk of the world about it people make its only the first time

[30714] after that its just the ordinary do it and think no more about it why

[30721] where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but whereabouts on your

[30722] person my child on the leg behind high up was it yes rather high up was

[30725] way he put it I forget no father and I always think of the real father

[30727] a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt mind feeling it neither

[30728] would he Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know

[30729] me in the box I could see his face he couldnt see mine of course hed

[30732] them Id like to be embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of

[30733] incense off him like the pope besides theres no danger with a priest if

[30735] H the pope for a penance I wonder was he satisfied with me one thing I

[30736] didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall

[30740] drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of paste they stick

[30742] and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the

[30744] had the squirrel talking stamps with father he had all he could do to

[30745] keep himself from falling asleep after the last time after we took the

[30747] and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped

[30749] I thought the heavens were coming down about us to punish us when I

[30751] Gibraltar as if the world was coming to an end and then they come and

[30753] about nothing only make an act of contrition the candle I lit that

[30754] evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the month of May see it brought

[30757] matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the

[30759] brute of a thing he has I thought the vein or whatever the dickens they

[30761] off all my things with the blinds down after my hours dressing and

[30763] standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I think a few dozen he

[30765] one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a whole

[30766] sheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the

[30771] so much the better in case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last

[30773] him to get all the pleasure but if someone gave them a touch of it

[30777] as regular as the clock always with a smell of children off her the one

[30779] it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there a squad of

[30785] I suppose it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about

[30787] do him any good I know they were spooning a bit when I came on the scene

[30788] he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons

[30790] of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the standup

[30794] he was gone on me and the first socialist he said He was he annoyed me

[30796] things especially about the body and the inside I often wanted to study

[30798] always hear his voice talking when the room was crowded and watch him

[30800] used to be a bit on the jealous side whenever he asked who are you going

[30801] to and I said over to Floey and he made me the present of Byrons poems

[30802] and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that I could quite easily

[30805] refused to eat the onions I know plenty of ways ask him to tuck down the

[30810] ask her do you love him and look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool

[30812] plabbery kind of a manner like he did to me though I had the devils own

[30814] hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he was on the pop of asking

[30815] me too the night in the kitchen I was rolling the potato cake theres

[30818] out too much the night before talking of dreams so I didnt want to let

[30822] you wash possible the women are always egging on to that putting it on

[30824] the indifferent when they come out with something the kind he is what

[30825] spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at

[30828] afterwards though she didnt like it so much the day I was in fits of

[30829] laughing with the giggles I couldnt stop about all my hairpins falling

[30830] out one after another with the mass of hair I had youre always in great

[30834] she didnt darken the door much after we were married I wonder what shes

[30836] face beginning to look drawn and run down the last time I saw her she

[30837] must have been just after a row with him because I saw on the moment she

[30840] go to bed with his muddy boots on when the maggot takes him just imagine

[30842] any moment what a man well its not the one way everyone goes mad Poldy

[30843] anyhow whatever he does always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes

[30845] off his hat when he comes up in the street like then and now hes going

[30851] put up with him the way I do know me come sleep with me yes and he knows

[30852] that too at the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned

[30854] found out on her wasnt she the downright villain to go and do a thing

[30856] and always the worst word in the world what do they ask us to marry them

[30859] wonder why they call it that if I asked him hed say its from the Greek

[30861] the other fellow to run the chance of being hanged O she didnt care if

[30865] theyre all so different Boylan talking about the shape of my foot he

[30866] noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C

[30869] two old maids of sisters when I stood up and asked the girl where it was

[30873] did I forgot my suede gloves on the seat behind that I never got after

[30874] some robber of a woman and he wanted me to put it in the Irish times

[30875] lost in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame street finder return to Mrs

[30876] Marion Bloom and I saw his eyes on my feet going out through the turning

[30878] after in the hope but he wasnt now how did that excite him because I was

[30879] crossing them when we were in the other room first he meant the shoes

[30881] ring with the stone for my month a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for one

[30883] once with my foot the night after Goodwins botchup of a concert so cold

[30884] and windy it was well we had that rum in the house to mull and the fire

[30885] wasnt black out when he asked to take off my stockings lying on the

[30887] hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find but of course

[30888] hes not natural like the rest of the world that I what did he say I

[30890] mean I asked him I forget what he said because the stoppress edition

[30891] just passed and the man with the curly hair in the Lucan dairy thats so

[30893] tasting the butter so I took my time Bartell DArcy too that he used to

[30894] make fun of when he commenced kissing me on the choir stairs after

[30896] straight on the brow and part which is my brown part he was pretty hot

[30898] you can believe him I liked the way he used his mouth singing then he

[30901] and surprise him ay and Ill take him there and show him the very place

[30906] my drawers that was the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed

[30907] me in the eye of my glove and I had to take it off asking me questions

[30908] is it permitted to enquire the shape of my bedroom so I let him keep it

[30910] of course hes mad on the subject of drawers thats plain to be seen

[30911] always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on the bicycles with their

[30913] him at the open air fete that one in the cream muslin standing right

[30914] against the sun so he could see every atom she had on when he saw me

[30915] from behind following in the rain I saw him before he saw me however

[30916] standing at the corner of the Harolds cross road with a new raincoat on

[30917] him with the muffler in the Zingari colours to show off his complexion

[30918] and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was he doing there

[30923] away from the house he felt it was getting too warm for him so I

[30926] the rain anything for an excuse to put his hand anear me drawers drawers

[30927] the whole blessed time till I promised to give him the pair off my doll

[30929] a big fool dreeping in the rain splendid set of teeth he had made me

[30930] hungry to look at them and beseeched of me to lift the orange petticoat

[30931] I had on with the sunray pleats that there was nobody he said hed kneel

[30932] down in the wet if I didnt so persevering he would too and ruin his new

[30935] his trousers outside the way I used to Gardner after with my ring hand

[30938] to do everything too quick take all the pleasure out of it and father

[30939] waiting all the time for his dinner he told me to say I left my purse in

[30940] the butchers and had to go back for it what a Deceiver then he wrote me

[30941] that letter with all those words in it how could he have the face to any

[30945] always breaking or tearing something in the charades I hate an unlucky

[30951] a day I liked the way he made love then he knew the way to take a woman

[30952] when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th then I wrote

[30953] the night he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt describe it

[30955] embrace well like Gardner I hope hell come on Monday as he said at the

[30956] same time four I hate people who come at all hours answer the door you

[30957] think its the vegetables then its somebody and you all undressed or

[30958] the door of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the day old frostyface

[30959] Goodwin called about the concert in Lombard street and I just after

[30963] have to peep out through the blind like the messengerboy today I thought

[30964] it was a putoff first him sending the port and the peaches first and I

[30966] fool of me when I knew his tattarrattat at the door he must have been

[30967] a bit late because it was 1/4 after 3 when I saw the 2 Dedalus girls

[30968] coming from school I never know the time even that watch he gave me

[30970] the penny to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I was

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

[30975] were beside each other and any fooling went on in the new bed I couldnt

[30976] tell him to stop and not bother me with him in the next room or perhaps

[30977] some protestant clergyman with a cough knocking on the wall then hed

[30978] never believe the next day we didnt do something its all very well a

[30981] he is besides something always happens with him the time going to the

[30982] Mallow concert at Maryborough ordering boiling soup for the two of

[30983] us then the bell rang out he walks down the platform with the soup

[30984] splashing about taking spoonfuls of it hadnt he the nerve and the waiter

[30985] after him making a holy show of us screeching and confusion for the

[30986] engine to start but he wouldnt pay till he finished it the two gentlemen

[30987] in the 3rd class carriage said he was quite right so he was too hes so

[30989] able to open the carriage door with his knife or theyd have taken us on

[30992] a 1st class for me he might want to do it in the train by tipping the

[30993] guard well O I suppose therell be the usual idiots of men gaping at

[30995] exceptional man that common workman that left us alone in the carriage

[30997] tunnels perhaps then you have to look out of the window all the nicer

[30999] with him that gets you on on the stage the last concert I sang at where

[31002] on account of father being in the army and my singing the absentminded

[31003] beggar and wearing a brooch for Lord Roberts when I had the map of it

[31005] put it past him like he got me on to sing in the Stabat Mater by going

[31007] that till the jesuits found out he was a freemason thumping the piano

[31011] me without the neck is very intelligent the coming man Griffiths is he

[31013] he knew there was a boycott I hate the mention of their politics after

[31014] the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and Bloemfontein where Gardner lieut

[31016] fellow in khaki and just the right height over me Im sure he was brave

[31017] too he said I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal lock

[31019] seen from the road he couldnt stand properly and I so hot as I never

[31020] felt they could have made their peace in the beginning or old oom Paul

[31021] and the rest of the other old Krugers go and fight it out between them

[31024] bad I love to see a regiment pass in review the first time I saw the

[31025] Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was lovely after looking across the bay

[31026] from Algeciras all the lights of the rock like fireflies or those sham

[31027] battles on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their kilts in time at the

[31028] march past the 10th hussars the prince of Wales own or the lancers O the

[31029] lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that won Tugela his father made his

[31030] money over selling the horses for the cavalry well he could buy me a

[31033] had before to keep in the drawer with them it would be exciting going

[31035] this ring behind want to keep turning and turning to get it over the

[31036] knuckle there or they might bell it round the town in their papers or

[31037] tell the police on me but theyd think were married O let them all go and

[31038] smother themselves for the fat lot I care he has plenty of money and hes

[31041] close in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression

[31042] besides scrooching down on me like that all the time with his big

[31044] to lie down for them better for him put it into me from behind the way

[31045] Mrs Mastiansky told me her husband made her like the dogs do it and

[31047] with his tingating cither can you ever be up to men the way it takes

[31049] with the skyblue silk things on them hes certainly welloff I know by the

[31051] for a few minutes after he came back with the stoppress tearing up the

[31054] tip cursing him to the lowest pits that sponger he was making free

[31055] with me after the Glencree dinner coming back that long joult over the

[31056] featherbed mountain after the lord Mayor looking at me with his dirty

[31058] was cracking the nuts with my teeth I wished I could have picked every

[31064] restaurant for the bit you put down your throat we have to be thankful

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

[31066] way the world is divided in any case if its going to go on I want at

[31069] the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them

[31071] she hadnt yes and the second pair of silkette stockings is laddered

[31074] upset myself and run the risk of walking into him and ruining the whole

[31076] the Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the hips he saved the one I have

[31078] 11/6 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the lower back to

[31079] reduce flesh my belly is a bit too big Ill have to knock off the

[31080] stout at dinner or am I getting too fond of it the last they sent from

[31082] call him the old mangy parcel he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a

[31084] anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear hed die of the drouth or

[31086] might overdo it the thin ones are not so much the fashion now garters

[31087] that much I have the violet pair I wore today thats all he bought me

[31088] out of the cheque he got on the first O no there was the face lotion

[31089] I finished the last of yesterday that made my skin like new I told him

[31090] over and over again get that made up in the same place and dont forget

[31092] the bottle anyway if not I suppose Ill only have to wash in my piss like

[31094] it was beginning to look coarse or old a bit the skin underneath is much

[31095] finer where it peeled off there on my finger after the burn its a pity

[31096] it isnt all like that and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/- in all

[31099] want to throw a handful of tea into the pot measuring and mincing if I

[31101] they Ive no clothes at all the brown costume and the skirt and jacket

[31102] and the one at the cleaners 3 whats that for any woman cutting up this

[31103] old hat and patching up the other the men wont look at you and women try

[31104] to walk on you because they know youve no man then with all the things

[31105] getting dearer every day for the 4 years more I have of life up to 35

[31108] week her beautys on the wane she was a lovely woman magnificent head of

[31112] know her the day before we left and that Mrs Langtry the jersey lily the

[31113] prince of Wales was in love with I suppose hes like the first man going

[31114] the roads only for the name of a king theyre all made the one way only a

[31116] funny story about the jealous old husband what was it at all and an

[31118] and the prince of Wales yes he had the oyster knife cant be true a thing

[31119] like that like some of those books he brings me the works of Master

[31125] twice I remember when I came to page 50 the part about where she hangs

[31127] woman in that all invention made up about he drinking the champagne out

[31128] of her slipper after the ball was over like the infant Jesus in the

[31129] crib at Inchicore in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have

[31131] side because how could she go to the chamber when she wanted to and she

[31132] a rich lady of course she felt honoured H R H he was in Gibraltar the

[31133] year I was born I bet he found lilies there too where he planted the

[31136] chuck that Freeman with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of it and

[31138] they could put him up on a throne to count the money all the day of

[31139] course he prefers plottering about the house so you cant stir with him

[31141] father to get the smell of a man or pretending to be mooching about for

[31144] promoted there to be the manager he gave me a great mirada once or twice

[31145] first he was as stiff as the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom only I

[31146] felt rotten simply with the old rubbishy dress that I lost the leads out

[31147] of the tails with no cut in it but theyre coming into fashion again I

[31148] bought it simply to please him I knew it was no good by the finish pity

[31150] was just like the shop itself rummage sale a lot of trash I hate those

[31153] everything he can scour off the shelves into it if I went by his advices

[31155] the one like a weddingcake standing up miles off my head he said suited

[31156] me or the dishcover one coming down on my backside on pins and needles

[31157] about the shopgirl in that place in Grafton street I had the misfortune

[31161] but he changed the second time he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual like

[31162] the soup but I could see him looking very hard at my chest when he stood

[31163] up to open the door for me it was nice of him to show me out in any case

[31164] Im extremely sorry Mrs Bloom believe me without making it too marked the

[31166] I just half smiled I know my chest was out that way at the door when he

[31171] stiff the nipple gets for the least thing Ill get him to keep that up

[31173] what are all those veins and things curious the way its made 2 the same

[31175] like those statues in the museum one of them pretending to hide it with

[31179] cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron highlander behind the meat market or

[31180] that other wretch with the red head behind the tree where the statue

[31181] of the fish used to be when I was passing pretending he was pissing

[31182] standing out for me to see it with his babyclothes up to one side the

[31183] Queens own they were a nice lot its well the Surreys relieved them

[31185] outside the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to

[31186] try some fellow or other trying to catch my eye as if it was 1 of the

[31187] 7 wonders of the world O and the stink of those rotten places the night

[31188] coming home with Poldy after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade

[31190] cold I couldnt keep it when was that 93 the canal was frozen yes it was

[31191] a few months after a pity a couple of the Camerons werent there to see

[31192] me squatting in the mens place meadero I tried to draw a picture of

[31194] afraid going about of getting a kick or a bang of something there the

[31196] picture naked to some rich fellow in Holles street when he lost the

[31197] job in Helys and I was selling the clothes and strumming in the coffee

[31198] palace would I be like that bath of the nymph with my hair down yes only

[31202] jawbreakers about the incarnation he never can explain a thing simply

[31203] the way a body can understand then he goes and burns the bottom out of

[31204] the pan all for his Kidney this one not so much theres the mark of his

[31205] teeth still where he tried to bite the nipple I had to scream out arent

[31207] enough for two what was the reason of that he said I could have got a

[31208] pound a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the morning that delicate

[31209] looking student that stopped in no 28 with the Citrons Penrose nearly

[31210] caught me washing through the window only for I snapped up the towel to

[31212] got doctor Brady to give me the belladonna prescription I had to get him

[31214] cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea well hes beyond everything I

[31215] declare somebody ought to put him in the budget if I only could remember

[31216] the one half of the things and write a book out of it the works of

[31217] Master Poldy yes and its so much smoother the skin much an hour he was

[31218] at them Im sure by the clock like some kind of a big infant I had at me

[31219] they want everything in their mouth all the pleasure those men get out

[31223] the 2nd time tickling me behind with his finger I was coming for about 5

[31226] to look ugly or those lines from the strain who knows the way hed take

[31228] God some of them want you to be so nice about it I noticed the contrast

[31230] loose from the tumbling and my tongue between my lips up to him the

[31234] frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines

[31235] have in them like big giants and the water rolling all over and out of

[31236] them all sides like the end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor men

[31237] that have to be out all the night from their wives and families in those

[31238] roasting engines stifling it was today Im glad I burned the half of

[31240] hes getting very careless and threw the rest of them up in the W C

[31242] for the next year to get a few pence for them have him asking wheres

[31244] the hall making the place hotter than it is that rain was lovely and

[31246] Gibraltar my goodness the heat there before the levanter came on black

[31247] as night and the glare of the rock standing up in it like a big giant

[31248] compared with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so great with the red

[31249] sentries here and there the poplars and they all whitehot and the smell

[31250] of the rainwater in those tanks watching the sun all the time weltering

[31252] me from the B Marche paris what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote

[31254] you I sent the little present have just had a jolly warm bath and feel

[31257] Concone is the name of those exercises he bought me one of those new

[31258] some word I couldnt make out shawls amusing things but tear for the

[31260] the lovely teas we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry

[31265] down the wire with his foot for me to step over at the bullfight at La

[31266] Linea when that matador Gomez was given the bulls ear these clothes we

[31269] blessed thing in them in a crowd run or jump out of the way thats why

[31270] I was afraid when that other ferocious old Bull began to charge the

[31271] banderilleros with the sashes and the 2 things in their hats and the

[31272] brutes of men shouting bravo toro sure the women were as bad in their

[31273] nice white mantillas ripping all the whole insides out of those poor

[31275] his heart at me taking off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and

[31276] it sick what became of them ever I suppose theyre dead long ago the 2 of

[31277] them its like all through a mist makes you feel so old I made the scones

[31280] it at the back when I put it up and whats this else how to make a knot

[31281] on a thread with the one hand we were like cousins what age was I then

[31282] the night of the storm I slept in her bed she had her arms round me then

[31283] we were fighting in the morning with the pillow what fun he was watching

[31284] me whenever he got an opportunity at the band on the Alameda esplanade

[31285] when I was with father and Captain Grove I looked up at the church first

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

[31288] looked at myself in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he

[31290] looking disappointed and gay at the same time he was like Thomas in

[31291] the shadow of Ashlydyat I had a splendid skin from the sun and the

[31294] the Moonstone to read that was the first I read of Wilkie Collins East

[31295] Lynne I read and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by

[31298] by Mrs Hungerford on account of the name I dont like books with a Molly

[31299] in them like that one he brought me about the one from Flanders a whore

[31303] fooling thats better I used to be weltering then in the heat my shift

[31304] drenched with the sweat stuck in the cheeks of my bottom on the chair

[31305] when I stood up they were so fattish and firm when I got up on the sofa

[31306] cushions to see with my clothes up and the bugs tons of them at night

[31307] and the mosquito nets I couldnt read a line Lord how long ago it seems

[31310] going away and we never I remember that day with the waves and the

[31311] boats with their high heads rocking and the smell of ship those Officers

[31313] very serious I had the high buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing

[31316] of some special kind of blue colour on her for the voyage made very

[31318] as the devil after they went I was almost planning to run away mad out

[31321] his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over the shop

[31322] especially the Queens birthday and throwing everything down in all

[31323] directions if you didnt open the windows when general Ulysses Grant

[31324] whoever he was or did supposed to be some great fellow landed off the

[31325] ship and old Sprague the consul that was there from before the flood

[31326] dressed up poor man and he in mourning for the son then the same old

[31327] bugles for reveille in the morning and drums rolling and the unfortunate

[31328] poor devils of soldiers walking about with messtins smelling the place

[31329] more than the old longbearded jews in their jellibees and levites

[31330] assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the men to cross the lines and

[31331] the warden marching with his keys to lock the gates and the bagpipes and

[31334] them everytime they went out drunken old devil with his grog on the

[31337] himself when I was there sending me out of the room on some blind excuse

[31338] paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course but hed

[31339] do the same to the next woman that came along I suppose he died of

[31340] galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a letter from a living

[31341] soul except the odd few I posted to myself with bits of paper in them so

[31343] with the one eye and his heass of an instrument singing his heah heah

[31345] with the hands hanging off me looking out of the window if there was a

[31346] nice fellow even in the opposite house that medical in Holles street the

[31347] nurse was after when I put on my gloves and hat at the window to show

[31350] for them not even if you shake hands twice with the left he didnt

[31354] gougers up in the City Arms intelligence they had a damn sight less than

[31355] the bulls and cows they were selling the meat and the coalmans bell that

[31356] noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his

[31360] addressed dear Madam only his letter and the card from Milly this

[31361] morning see she wrote a letter to him who did I get the last letter from

[31363] years to know the recipe I had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since

[31367] Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the piannyer that was a solid silver

[31368] coffee service he had too on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far

[31373] me the wrong things and no stops to say like making a speech your sad

[31375] double yous in I hope hell write me a longer letter the next time if its

[31376] a thing he really likes me O thanks be to the great God I got somebody

[31384] like a new world I could write the answer in bed to let him imagine me

[31386] to write to the fellow that was something in the four courts that jilted

[31387] her after out of the ladies letterwriter when I told her to say a

[31389] precipitancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to

[31392] they might as well throw you out in the bottom of the ashpit.

[31394] Mulveys was the first when I was in bed that morning and Mrs Rubio

[31395] brought it in with the coffee she stood there standing when I asked her

[31396] to hand me and I pointing at them I couldnt think of the word a hairpin

[31398] in the face with her switch of false hair on her and vain about her

[31400] with all her religion domineering because she never could get over the

[31401] Atlantic fleet coming in half the ships of the world and the Union Jack

[31403] all the rock from them and because I didnt run into mass often enough in

[31405] a marriage on with all her miracles of the saints and her black blessed

[31406] virgin with the silver dress and the sun dancing 3 times on Easter

[31407] Sunday morning and when the priest was going by with the bell bringing

[31408] the vatican to the dying blessing herself for his Majestad an admirer

[31410] I saw him following me along the Calle Real in the shop window then

[31413] in every hole and corner while father was up at the drill instructing to

[31414] find out by the handwriting or the language of stamps singing I remember

[31415] shall I wear a white rose and I wanted to put on the old stupid clock to

[31416] near the time he was the first man kissed me under the Moorish wall my

[31419] knee up to him a few times to learn the way what did I tell him I was

[31420] engaged for for fun to the son of a Spanish nobleman named Don Miguel de

[31424] imagining the Spanish girls he didnt like I suppose one of them wouldnt

[31425] have him I got him excited he crushed all the flowers on my bosom he

[31426] brought me he couldnt count the pesetas and the perragordas till I

[31427] taught him Cappoquin he came from he said on the black water but it was

[31428] too short then the day before he left May yes it was May when the infant

[31429] king of Spain was born Im always like that in the spring Id like a new

[31430] fellow every year up on the tiptop under the rockgun near OHaras tower

[31431] I told him it was struck by lightning and all about the old Barbary apes

[31432] they sent to Clapham without a tail careering all over the show on each

[31434] the chickens out of Inces farm and throw stones at you if you went anear

[31435] he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open in the front to

[31437] beginning to be plump I said I was tired we lay over the firtree cove

[31438] a wild place I suppose it must be the highest rock in existence the

[31440] cave with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and

[31441] ladders all the mud plotching my boots Im sure thats the way down the

[31442] monkeys go under the sea to Africa when they die the ships out far like

[31443] chips that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea and the sky you could

[31445] doing that its the roundness there I was leaning over him with my white

[31446] ricestraw hat to take the newness out of it the left side of my face the

[31452] with the Banana but I was afraid it might break and get lost up in me

[31456] then theyre done with you in a way till the next time yes because theres

[31457] a wonderful feeling there so tender all the time how did we finish it

[31460] petticoat because I had a skirt opening up the side I tormented the

[31461] life out of him first tickling him I loved rousing that dog in the hotel

[31463] shy all the same I liked him like that moaning I made him blush a little

[31465] drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all Buttons men

[31466] down the middle on the wrong side of them Molly darling he called me

[31469] the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said

[31475] still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is

[31476] quite changed they all do they havent half the character a woman has she

[31478] of her in broad daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might

[31479] say they could have put an article about it in the Chronicle I was a bit

[31480] wild after when I blew out the old bag the biscuits were in from Benady

[31481] Bros and exploded it Lord what a bang all the woodcocks and pigeons

[31482] screaming coming back the same way that we went over middle hill round

[31483] by the old guardhouse and the jews burialplace pretending to read out

[31484] the Hebrew on them I wanted to fire his pistol he said he hadnt one he

[31487] that old Bishop that spoke off the altar his long preach about womans

[31488] higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak

[31489] caps and the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me more money I

[31492] visiting card or practising for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre

[31497] was might have given me a nicer name the Lord knows after the lovely

[31498] one she had Lunita Laredo the fun we had running along Williss road to

[31499] Europa point twisting in and out all round the other side of Jersey they

[31501] when she runs up the stairs I loved looking down at them I was jumping

[31502] up at the pepper trees and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and

[31503] throwing them at him he went to India he was to write the voyages those

[31504] men have to make to the ends of the world and back its the least they

[31506] drowned or blown up somewhere I went up Windmill hill to the flats

[31507] that Sunday morning with captain Rubios that was dead spyglass like the

[31509] from the B Marche paris and the coral necklace the straits shining I

[31510] could see over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier white and the Atlas

[31511] mountain with snow on it and the straits like a river so clear Harry

[31512] Molly darling I was thinking of him on the sea all the time after at

[31513] mass when my petticoat began to slip down at the elevation weeks and

[31514] weeks I kept the handkerchief under my pillow for the smell of him there

[31519] him with their war and fever but they were well beaten all the same as

[31522] you get in a place like that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that

[31523] derelict ship that came up to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit

[31526] once in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes breath my lips

[31527] forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world the mists began

[31529] full when I get in front of the footlights again Kathleen Kearney

[31532] about as my backside anything in the world to make themselves someway

[31536] a chance of walking down the Alameda on an officers arm like me on the

[31547] like Boylan to do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others arms or the

[31550] Bower is too long for an encore about the moated grange at twilight and

[31551] vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he gave

[31552] after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my black dress

[31559] to let a fart God or do the least thing better yes hold them like that

[31564] that pork chop I took with my cup of tea after was quite good with the

[31566] the porkbutchers is a great rogue I hope that lamp is not smoking fill

[31567] my nose up with smuts better than having him leaving the gas on all

[31569] why am I so damned nervous about that though I like it in the winter its

[31571] only about ten was I yes I had the big doll with all the funny clothes

[31573] mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the fire with

[31574] the little bit of a short shift I had up to heat myself I loved dancing

[31576] used to be there the whole time watching with the lights out in the

[31578] stripped at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it came to the

[31579] chamber performance I put out the light too so then there were 2 of us

[31582] in at 4 in the morning it must be if not more still he had the manners

[31586] buttered toast I suppose well have him sitting up like the king of

[31587] the country pumping the wrong end of the spoon up and down in his egg

[31588] wherever he learned that from and I love to hear him falling up the

[31589] stairs of a morning with the cups rattling on the tray and then play

[31590] with the cat she rubs up against you for her own sake I wonder has she

[31593] she sits at the top of the stairs so long and listening as I wait always

[31597] mixed plum and apple from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods

[31598] goes twice as far only for the bones I hate those eels cod yes Ill get

[31601] beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very name is

[31603] and invite some other woman for him who Mrs Fleming and drove out to the

[31604] furry glen or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the horses

[31605] toenails first like he does with the letters no not with Boylan there

[31607] down at the bottom of the banks there on purpose but its as hot as

[31609] coalboxes out for the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no wonder that

[31610] bee bit him better the seaside but Id never again in this life get into

[31611] a boat with him after him at Bray telling the boatman he knew how to row

[31612] if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the gold cup hed say

[31613] yes then it came on to get rough the old thing crookeding about and the

[31614] weight all down my side telling me pull the right reins now pull the

[31615] left and the tide all swamping in floods in through the bottom and his

[31616] oar slipping out of the stirrup its a mercy we werent all drowned he can

[31619] all the people and give him what that one calls flagellate till he was

[31620] black and blue do him all the good in the world only for that longnosed

[31621] chap I dont know who he is with that other beauty Burke out of the City

[31622] Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the slip always where he

[31626] Kock I suppose the people gave him that nickname going about with his

[31628] all ruined with the saltwater and the hat I had with that feather all

[31629] blowy and tossed on me how annoying and provoking because the smell of

[31630] the sea excited me of course the sardines and the bream in Catalan bay

[31631] round the back of the rock they were fine all silver in the fishermens

[31632] baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the tall

[31633] old chap with the earrings I dont like a man you have to climb up to to

[31637] in the confusion musical academy he was going to make on the first floor

[31639] and ruin himself altogether the way his father did down in Ennis like

[31640] all the things he told father he was going to do and me but I saw

[31641] through him telling me all the lovely places we could go for the

[31642] honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the gondolas and the lake of Como he

[31646] leather medal with a putty rim for all the plans he invents then leaving

[31647] us here all day youd never know what old beggar at the door for a crust

[31648] with his long story might be a tramp and put his foot in the way to

[31653] till I bolted all the doors and windows to make sure but its worse again

[31655] or the cat of nine tails a big brute like that that would attack a poor

[31657] that hed be much use still better than nothing the night I was sure

[31658] I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a

[31661] for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows

[31662] still its the feeling especially now with Milly away such an idea for

[31663] him to send the girl down there to learn to take photographs on account

[31666] that all the same on account of me and Boylan thats why he did it Im

[31667] certain the way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt turn round

[31668] with her in the place lately unless I bolted the door first gave me the

[31669] fidgets coming in without knocking first when I put the chair against

[31670] the door just as I was washing myself there below with the glove get on

[31671] your nerves then doing the loglady all day put her in a glasscase with

[31672] two at a time to look at her if he knew she broke off the hand off that

[31674] left that I got that little Italian boy to mend so that you cant see the

[31675] join for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you of course

[31677] lately at the table explaining things in the paper and she pretending to

[31678] understand sly of course that comes from his side of the house he

[31682] the shelf well Im not no nor anything like it well see well see now shes

[31687] her where she is she was just getting out of bounds wanting to go on the

[31689] off her dress when I was biting off the thread of the button I sewed

[31690] on to the bottom of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I tell you

[31692] the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it comes out no matter

[31694] open too low she says to me the pan calling the kettle blackbottom and

[31695] I had to tell her not to cock her legs up like that on show on the

[31696] windowsill before all the people passing they all look at her like me

[31698] touchmenot too in her own way at the Only Way in the Theatre royal take

[31700] Id crush her skirt with the pleats a lot of that touching must go on in

[31701] theatres in the crush in the dark theyre always trying to wiggle up to

[31702] you that fellow in the pit at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the

[31706] ladies outside Switzers window at the same little game I recognised him

[31707] on the moment the face and everything but he didnt remember me yes and

[31708] she didnt even want me to kiss her at the Broadstone going away well I

[31709] hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her the way I did when she

[31710] was down with the mumps and her glands swollen wheres this and wheres

[31712] till I was what 22 or so it went into the wrong place always only the

[31715] the curtain came down because he looked so handsome then we had Martin

[31719] in it though unless it really happened to me the majority of them with

[31721] nowadays full up of each other that would feel the same way as you do

[31722] theyre usually a bit foolish in the head his father must have been a bit

[31724] he felt lost shes always making love to my things too the few old rags

[31728] that way I was too but theres no use going to the fair with the thing

[31730] potatoes the day we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the trottingmatches and she

[31731] pretended not to see us in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent

[31732] grand enough till I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the ear for

[31735] badtempered too because how was it there was a weed in the tea or I

[31736] didnt sleep the night before cheese I ate was it and I told her over and

[31739] I will that was the last time she turned on the teartap I was just like

[31740] that myself they darent order me about the place its his fault of course

[31741] having the two of us slaving here instead of getting in a woman long ago

[31745] putting the things into her hands sneezing and farting into the pots

[31747] old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the dresser I knew there was

[31748] something and opened the area window to let out the smell bringing in

[31749] his friends to entertain them like the night he walked home with a dog

[31752] the cricket match and a great big hole in his sock one thing laughing at

[31753] the other and his son that got all those prizes for whatever he won them

[31754] in the intermediate imagine climbing over the railings if anybody saw

[31756] trousers as if the one nature gave wasnt enough for anybody hawking him

[31757] down into the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his head I ask pity

[31759] too on the line on exhibition for all hed ever care with the ironmould

[31760] mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might think was something

[31761] else and she never even rendered down the fat I told her and now shes

[31769] you of course all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had up in me

[31770] now what am I to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that pester the soul

[31773] isnt it simply sickening that night it came on me like that the one and

[31775] and her husband at the Gaiety something he did about insurance for him

[31777] gentleman of fashion staring down at me with his glasses and him the

[31779] millions of years ago I smiled the best I could all in a swamp leaning

[31780] forward as if I was interested having to sit it out then to the last tag

[31782] about adultery that idiot in the gallery hissing the woman adulteress he

[31783] shouted I suppose he went and had a woman in the next lane running round

[31784] all the back ways after to make up for it I wish he had what I had then

[31785] hed boo I bet the cat itself is better off than us have we too much

[31786] blood up in us or what O patience above its pouring out of me like the

[31788] the clean sheets I just put on I suppose the clean linen I wore brought

[31789] it on too damn it damn it and they always want to see a stain on the

[31795] jingling like the dickens I suppose they could hear us away over the

[31796] other side of the park till I suggested to put the quilt on the floor

[31797] with the pillow under my bottom I wonder is it nicer in the day I think

[31799] might look like a young girl wouldnt he get the great suckin the next

[31801] wheres the chamber gone easy Ive a holy horror of its breaking under me

[31803] made him sit on the easychair purposely when I took off only my blouse

[31804] and skirt first in the other room he was so busy where he oughtnt to be

[31808] a wad of money from some fellow Ill have to perfume it in the morning

[31810] how white they are the smoothest place is right there between this bit

[31812] up on a lovely woman O Lord what a row youre making like the jersey lily

[31813] easy easy O how the waters come down at Lahore

[31815] who knows is there anything the matter with my insides or have I

[31817] it last I Whit Monday yes its only about 3 weeks I ought to go to the

[31821] suppose thats how he got all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round

[31824] theyre all right I wouldnt marry him not if he was the last man in

[31825] the world besides theres something queer about their children always

[31827] had an offensive odour what did he want me to do but the one thing gold

[31830] pass it easily pass what I thought he was talking about the rock of

[31831] Gibraltar the way he put it thats a very nice invention too by the

[31832] way only I like letting myself down after in the hole as far as I can

[31833] squeeze and pull the chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles

[31835] when she was a child whether she had worms or not still all the same

[31837] me had I frequent omissions where do those old fellows get all the words

[31840] still I liked him when he sat down to write the thing out frowning so

[31850] the first night ever we met when I was living in Rehoboth terrace we

[31853] to amuse me the things he said with the half sloothering smile on him

[31854] and all the Doyles said he was going to stand for a member of Parliament

[31855] O wasnt I the born fool to believe all his blather about home rule

[31856] and the land league sending me that long strool of a song out of the

[31860] as a great favour the very 1st opportunity he got a chance in Brighton

[31861] square running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hands to

[31862] wash it off with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to use and the

[31866] do it I suppose there isnt in all creation another man with the habits

[31867] he has look at the way hes sleeping at the foot of the bed how can he

[31870] he took me to show one wet Sunday in the museum in Kildare street all

[31872] sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than the jews and

[31874] imitating everybody I suppose he used to sleep at the foot of the bed

[31876] thing anyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes I know I hope the old

[31880] theyll have something better for us in the other world tying ourselves

[31881] up God help us thats all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly

[31888] the run again his huguenots or the frogs march pretending to help the

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

[31890] and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the landing always

[31896] impudence well have him coming home with the sack soon out of the

[31897] Freeman too like the rest on account of those Sinner Fein or the

[31898] freemasons then well see if the little man he showed me dribbling

[31899] along in the wet all by himself round by Coadys lane will give him much

[31901] judging by the sincerity of the trousers I saw on him wait theres

[31902] Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour wait two oclock well

[31903] thats a nice hour of the night for him to be coming home at to anybody

[31904] climbing down into the area if anybody saw him Ill knock him off that

[31908] then why should we tell them even if its the truth they dont believe you

[31909] then tucked up in bed like those babies in the Aristocrats Masterpiece

[31912] with those rotten pictures children with two heads and no legs thats the

[31914] their empty heads they ought to get slow poison the half of them then

[31917] night man man tyrant as ever for the one thing he slept on the floor

[31918] half the night naked the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged

[31923] it again if he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to sleep in the

[31924] coalcellar with the blackbeetles I wonder was it her Josie off her head

[31925] with my castoffs hes such a born liar too no hed never have the courage

[31929] with him with Milly at the College races that Hornblower with the childs

[31930] bonnet on the top of his nob let us into by the back way he was throwing

[31932] wink at him first no use of course and thats the way his money goes this

[31933] is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were all in great style at the

[31934] grand funeral in the paper Boylan brought in if they saw a real officers

[31935] funeral thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse

[31937] barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the mens W C drunk

[31938] in some place or other and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and

[31941] her old green dress with the lowneck as she cant attract them any other

[31947] hes getting a bit grey over the ears theyre a nice lot all of them well

[31952] family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the same Im sorry in a

[31957] youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was at the Glencree dinner

[31958] and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night he borrowed the swallowtail

[31962] spectacle on the stage imagine paying 5/- in the preserved seats for

[31964] was always turning up half screwed singing the second verse first the

[31965] old love is the new was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the

[31969] like Bartell DArcy sweet tart goodbye of course he had the gift of the

[31972] for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to May

[31973] Goulding but then hed say or do something to knock the good out of it

[31979] altogether and me too after all why not I saw him driving down to the

[31981] 11 years ago now yes hed be 11 though what was the good in going into

[31982] mourning for what was neither one thing nor the other the first cry was

[31983] enough for me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wall of course

[31984] he insisted hed go into mourning for the cat I suppose hes a man now by

[31986] lord Fauntleroy suit and curly hair like a prince on the stage when I

[31988] God yes wait yes hold on he was on the cards this morning when I laid

[31989] out the deck union with a young stranger neither dark nor fair you met

[31991] besides my face was turned the other way what was the 7th card after

[31992] that the 10 of spades for a journey by land then there was a letter on

[31993] its way and scandals too the 3 queens and the 8 of diamonds for a rise

[32005] down in the old kitchen with him taking Eppss cocoa and talking of

[32010] find many like me where softly sighs of love the light guitar where

[32011] poetry is in the air the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully

[32012] coming back on the nightboat from Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point

[32013] the guitar that fellow played was so expressive will I ever go back

[32017] itll be a change the Lord knows to have an intelligent person to talk

[32019] and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad then if anything goes wrong in their

[32022] fine young men I could see down in Margate strand bathingplace from the

[32023] side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a God or something

[32024] and then plunging into the sea with them why arent all men like that

[32032] down what its only like gruel or the dew theres no danger besides hed

[32034] washing it from 1 years end to the other the most of them only thats

[32035] what gives the women the moustaches Im sure itll be grand if I can only

[32036] get in with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw them the 1st thing

[32037] in the morning till I see if the wishcard comes out or Ill try pairing

[32038] the lady herself and see if he comes out Ill read and study all I can

[32040] me stupid if he thinks all women are the same and I can teach him the

[32043] photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous O but then what am

[32048] I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a

[32050] pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so

[32052] way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a

[32053] butcher or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course

[32054] hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might

[32058] they excite myself sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure

[32061] have swelling up on you so hard and at the same time so soft when you

[32063] passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy

[32066] into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put the handle

[32074] hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other

[32075] mad extreme about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even

[32076] casts a 2nd thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants

[32080] me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me not knowing I

[32083] kind of expression in us all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever

[32084] Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough

[32085] I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss

[32089] or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the

[32090] Lord God I was thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark

[32091] evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be

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

[32095] they could I only sent mine there a few times for the name model

[32097] blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me

[32098] in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a murderer

[32099] anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats

[32100] that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the

[32101] night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing

[32103] the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see there was

[32105] home to his wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are

[32107] the love of Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so

[32108] well he may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if

[32109] he knew how he came out on the cards this morning hed have something to

[32112] down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled

[32115] I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be

[32116] governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and killing one

[32120] wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to

[32124] and studies and not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I

[32127] fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind

[32128] in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I

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

[32132] since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any

[32133] more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was

[32134] somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting

[32137] lovely hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of

[32138] the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants

[32140] hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a

[32141] dreadful lot of bitches I suppose its all the troubles we have makes us

[32142] so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept in there on the sofa

[32143] in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young

[32144] hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah

[32146] Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of

[32147] Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las

[32149] name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like

[32150] her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and

[32151] Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small

[32154] any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent

[32155] forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the

[32157] cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it all

[32158] upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can

[32159] tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not

[32160] so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow was dead

[32163] the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the

[32164] watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the

[32165] kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines

[32166] I could do the criada the room looks all right since I changed it the

[32167] other way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to

[32170] notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things

[32172] why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room

[32173] he could do his writing and studies at the table in there for all the

[32174] scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the morning

[32175] like me as hes making the breakfast for 1 he can make it for 2 Im sure

[32176] Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes

[32179] slippers like those Turks with the fez used to sell or yellow and a

[32181] dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 Ill

[32182] just give him one more chance Ill get up early in the morning Im sick of

[32183] Cohens old bed in any case I might go over to the markets to see all

[32184] the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of

[32185] splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st

[32186] man Id meet theyre out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used

[32187] to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing Id love a

[32188] big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the

[32189] longing way then Ill throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup

[32197] handrunning theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet I wouldnt

[32201] him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in

[32202] the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in

[32205] He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men then if he

[32215] the indifferent 1 or 2 questions Ill know by the answers when hes like

[32218] the first mad thing comes into my head then Ill suggest about yes O wait

[32222] to wear the old things so much the better itll be more pointed hell

[32225] omission then Ill go out Ill have him eying up at the ceiling where is

[32226] she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter after what an

[32228] their pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus

[32230] for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering

[32231] the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what

[32232] kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper

[32233] in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that

[32236] get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he

[32238] I want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im

[32240] must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wear shall I wear

[32241] a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich

[32242] big shop at 7 1/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and

[32243] the pinky sugar 11d a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the middle

[32244] of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long

[32245] ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God

[32246] of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and

[32247] the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and

[32248] wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that

[32250] of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches

[32254] call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they

[32255] go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre

[32257] well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody

[32259] are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun

[32260] shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on

[32261] Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to

[32262] propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth

[32264] kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain

[32266] said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I

[32268] I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could

[32270] only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many

[32272] old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop

[32273] and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front

[32274] of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil

[32275] half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their

[32276] tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and

[32277] the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and

[32278] Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons

[32279] and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the

[32280] cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts

[32281] of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those

[32283] down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the

[32284] posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron

[32285] and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we

[32286] missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his

[32287] lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson

[32288] sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the

[32289] Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink

[32290] and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and

[32292] of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian

[32293] girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the

Joyce's Ulysses Concordance

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1. Telemachus

2. Nestor

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