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1. Telemachus

[30] and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One

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

[101] —Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.

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

[133] —You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother

[135] think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and

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

[234] you up your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here

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

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

[281] drawingroom. She asked you who was in your room.

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

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

[299] down to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you. Why?

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

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

[489] —O, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove

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

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

[642] —Have you your bill? We had better pay her, Mulligan, hadn’t we?

[677] More would be laid at your feet.

[680] —Seriously, Dedalus. I’m stony. Hurry out to your school kip and

[684] —That reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your

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

[703] —I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.

[729] —You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?

[735] with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.

[756] —There’s your snotrag, he said.

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

[809] —What is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.

[939] —After all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your

2. Nestor

[1212] For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,

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

[1512] of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some

[1535] Soft day, your honour!... Day!... Day!... Two topboots jog dangling on

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

[1586] May I trespass on your valuable space. That doctrine of laissez faire

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

[1719] see if you can get it into your two papers. What are they?

3. Proteus

[1784] in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it

[1785] is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

[1791] audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles

[1804] Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I

[1820] all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your

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

[1892] —Call me Richie. Damn your lithia water. It lowers. Whusky!

[1903] Would you like a bite of something? None of your damned lawdeedaw airs

[1947] wet street. O si, certo! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned

[1958] yes, W. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply

[2004] naturelles. Aha. Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of

[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.

[2058] hollandais. Your postprandial, do you know that word? Postprandial.

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

[2171] House of... We don’t want any of your medieval abstrusiosities. Would

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

[2302] piuttosto. Where are your wits?

4. Calypso

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

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

[2964] Your fond daughter

[2999] Your head it simply swirls.

5. Lotus Eaters

[3320] Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and

[3407] herself be vaccinated again. Your wife and my wife.

[3472] I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it. I am sorry

[3476] what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home

[3486] have such a bad headache. today. and write by return to your longing

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

[3497] there a word. Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus

[3524] day typing. Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. What perfume does your wife

[3598] Shut your eyes and open your mouth. What? Corpus: body. Corpse. Good

[3685] the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass? Glorious

[3718] perhaps. Pay your Easter duty.

[3746] Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.

[3764] your aches and pains.

[3779] make it worse. But you want a perfume too. What perfume does your? Peau

[3782] Turkish. Massage. Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice

[3850] tender turkey. Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Jack Fleming

6. Hades

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

[3951] —Your son and heir.

[4263] —The devil break the hasp of your back!

[4694] world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you’ll soon follow

[4769] Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on the altarlist. Chilly

[4871] Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two

[4888] your tooraloom tooraloom.

[4936] your custom at all.

[5024] swirling with them. Your head it simply swurls. Those pretty little

[5036] Seems a sort of a joke. Read your own obituary notice they say you live

[5101] all you hid all your life. The death struggle. His sleep is not natural.

[5108] Remember him in your prayers. Even Parnell. Ivy day dying out. Then they

[5140] —I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your

[5281] water. Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in

[5320] —Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing.

7. Aeolus

[5684] What perfume does your wife use? I could go home still: tram: something

[5701] —Agonising Christ, wouldn’t it give you a heartburn on your arse?

[5733] himself. Johnny, make room for your uncle. The right honourable Hedges

[6125] —How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your

[6289] in it. You can do it. I see it in your face. In the lexicon of youth...

[6291] See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.

[6463] the third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away

[6619] crooked smokes. Noble words coming. Look out. Could you try your hand at

8. Lestrygonians

[7031] for number one. Watching his water. Bring your own bread and butter. His

[7242] How are all your charges?

[7262] Your funeral’s tomorrow

[7271] —And your lord and master?

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

[7430] the meaning. Please tell me what perfume does your wife. Tell me who

[7507] keep them waiting months for their fee. To attendance on your wife. No

[7577] —Ah, gelong with your great times coming.

[7592] question. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Stuff them

[7766] water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then.

[7767] Would you? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?

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

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

[8111] your mouth. Poisonous berries. Johnny Magories. Roundness you think

[8121] Jugged hare. First catch your hare. Chinese eating eggs fifty years old,

[8183] in your proper place. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes,

[8334] —Tell us if you’re worth your salt and be damned to you, Paddy

[8346] two of your small Jamesons after that and a...

[8481] the summer: smells. Tastes? They say you can’t taste wines with your

[8531] your soul.

9. Scylla and Charybdis

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

[8709] Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of

[8840] premises: you are the dispossessed son: I am the murdered father: your

[8857] Flow over them with your waves and with your waters, Mananaan,

[9036] Nookshotten. Now your best French polish.

[9056] —Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.

[9061] —Is it your view, then, that she was not faithful to the poet?

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

[9370] quid? The aunt is going to call on your unsubstantial father. Telegram!

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

[9397] —Me! Stephen exclaimed. That was your contribution to literature.

[9461] —He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker

[9626] —The doctor can tell us what those words mean. You cannot eat your

[9656] —Prove that he was a jew, John Eglinton dared, expectantly. Your dean

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

[9738] Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower.

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

[9901] —You make good use of the name, John Eglinton allowed. Your own name

[9902] is strange enough. I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

[9948] Where is your brother? Apothecaries’ hall. My whetstone. Him, then

[10063] your own theory?

[10105] Come, Kinch. You have eaten all we left. Ay. I will serve you your orts

[10250] lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured,

10. Wandering Rocks

[10772] —May I say a word to your telephone, missy? he asked roguishly.

[10864] his pliant lath among the flickering arches. Come on. Mind your steps

[10902] trespass on your valuable time...

[10952] —No, Ned Lambert gasped, I caught a... cold night before... blast your

[11025] to see Sceptre’s starting price. What’s the time by your gold watch

[11133] not one of your common or garden... you know... There’s a touch of the

[11244] Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, the cornetplayer, head upon

[11284] them, are you? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother

[11298] —Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him.

[11349] do, Mr Crimmins? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your

[11353] your best gin, Mr Crimmins. A small gin, sir. Yes, sir. Terrible

[11387] Gentleman. And now, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom

[11485] without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I

[11524] charms, as mumbling Joachim’s. Down, baldynoddle, or we’ll wool your

[11619] —Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I

[11669] —What few days? he boomed. Hasn’t your landlord distrained for rent?

[11883] he write anything for your movement?

11. Sirens

[12225] True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your

[12290] —There’s your teas, he said.

[12299] —Your beau, is it?

[12303] —I’ll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your

[12366] —For your what? says he.

[12388] —And your other eye!

[12403] your other eye. They threw young heads back, bronze gigglegold, to let

[12404] freefly their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other,

[12542] —Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your

[12622] not happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo.

[12705] —What’s your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a

[12998] —So I am, Ben Warrior laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love

[13039] —Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.

[13166] —Ladies and gentlemen, I am most deeply obliged by your kind

[13171] —I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall

[13212] can’t sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for

[13213] him. What perfume does your wife? I want to know. Jing. Stop. Knock.

[13271] of what perfume does your lilactrees. Bosom I saw, both full, throat

[13375] your? Twang. It snapped.

[13439] Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom’s, your other eye,

[13445] sir. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett and flow. Hell did I

[13552] Fever near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with

[13596] M’Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk.

[13743] Fellows shell out the dibs. Want to keep your weathereye open. Those

[13762] them. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. Say something. Make her

[13772] bitch’s bastard. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour’s your time

[13773] to live, your last.

[13895] Wish I hadn’t promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your

[13999] chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be with

[14000] you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke, that. Appointment we

[14029] —Will lift your glass with us.

12. Cyclops

[14237] —What’s your opinion of the times?

[14253] —Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. I’ve a thirst on

[14569] your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.

[14589] —I beg your parsnips, says Alf.

[14609] The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat. Fitter

[14671] —Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.

[14753] and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and

[15031] one pub to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap’s

[15084] actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to

[15086] this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of

[15089] —Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. The goodness of your

[15105] screeching laughing at one another. How is your testament? Have you got

[15146] boot for giving lip to a grazier. Mister Knowall. Teach your grandmother

[15151] her how to do it. What’s your programme today? Ay. Humane methods.

[15209] champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. What was your

[15403] Pisser releasing his boots out of the pop. What’s your name, sir?

[15422] —Me? says Alf. Don’t cast your nasturtiums on my character.

[15430] —Compos your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he’s balmy?

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

[15519] —Yes, your worship. And my wife has the typhoid.

[15602] of Corny Kelleher. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. Misconduct

[15609] —O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, how short your shirt is!

[15633] you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your

[15692] —Keep your pecker up, says Joe. She’d have won the money only for

[15780] to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor’s harps, no, the oldest flag

[15835] —That’s your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that bosses

[15927] —Beholden to you, Joe, says I. May your shadow never grow less.

[15956] —What is your nation if I may ask? says the citizen.

[15966] —Here you are, citizen, says Joe. Take that in your right hand and

[16037] —Well, says John Wyse. Isn’t that what we’re told. Love your

[16053] —Well, Joe, says I, your very good health and song. More power,

[16062] —We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pocket.

[16191] And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it.

[16194] larder. I know not what to offer your lordships.

[16288] pint of stuff like a man. Give us your blessing. Not as much as would

[16289] blind your eye.

[16412] Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver.

[16419] —Beg your pardon, says he.

[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

[16477] —Eh, mister! Your fly is open, mister!

[16482] the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.

[16488] —Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a

[16595] You never saw the like of it in all your born puff. Gob, if he got that

13. Nausicaa

[16671] bib. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was Cissy

[16708] —What’s your name? Butter and cream?

[16710] —Tell us who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your

[16715] —Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.

[16767] there was blushing scientifically cured and how to be tall increase your

[16768] height and you have a beautiful face but your nose? That would suit Mrs

[16949] her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she wanted to

[16955] one of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not one of your

[17233] —A penny for your thoughts.

[17330] much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to

[17445] without your telling out and Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy

[17698] I saw, your. I saw all.

[17705] my tongue. Your head it simply swirls. He’s right. Might have made a

[17730] in your nose in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Then ask in the morning:

[17803] their period. Come near. Then get a hogo you could hang your hat on.

[17825] him giving credit another time. Lose your customers that way. Pubs do.

[17874] Life, love, voyage round your own little world. And now? Sad about her

[17875] lame of course but must be on your guard not to feel too much pity. They

[17886] same. Like kids your second visit to a house. The new I want. Nothing

[17888] your? Naughty darling. At Dolphin’s barn charades in Luke Doyle’s

[18086] O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do

[18088] him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave

14. Oxen of the Sun

[19330] more, and greatly more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius

[19366] pulled her fill as we reclined together. And in your ear, my friend, you

[19564] from your pipe, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings

[19568] too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man’s part.

[19714] lovekin. None of your lean kine, not much. Pull down the blind, love.

[19718] Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart, O

[19721] Back fro Lapland? Your corporosity sagaciating O K? How’s the squaws

[19724] Spit in your own eye, boss! Mummer’s wire. Cribbed out of Meredith.

[19729] Hielentman’s your barleybree. Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot

[19740] Waiting, guvnor? Most deciduously. Bet your boots on. Stunned like,

[19743] come right in on your invite, see? Up to you, matey. Out with the oof.

[19809] your soul this night ever tremendously conserve.

[19811] Your attention! We’re nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The

[19815] Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on. There she goes.

15. Circe

[19946] place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his

[19977] LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?

[19988] customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk.

[20120] your purse.

[20144] spend your good money. What you call them running chaps?

[20152] RUDOLPH: Once! Mud head to foot. Cut your hand open. Lockjaw. They make

[20158] RUDOLPH: (With contempt.) Goim nachez! Nice spectacles for your poor

[20178] BLOOM: Who? (He ducks and wards off a blow clumsily.) At your service.

[20209] BLOOM: I can give you... I mean as your business menagerer... Mrs

[20255] BRIDIE: Hatch street. Any good in your mind?

[20274] false letters. Streetwalking and soliciting. Better for your mother take

[20337] puts out her hand inquisitively.) What are you hiding behind your back?

[20347] MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic

[20379] BLOOM: When you made your present choice they said it was beauty and

[20429] MRS BREEN: Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and

[20459] fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then and

[20519] How’s your middle leg?

[20639] thong. Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion

[20675] the first watch.) Still, of course, you do get your Waterloo sometimes.

[20763] with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word

[20818] I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station.

[20819] Incautiously I took your part when you were accused of pilfering.

[20827] MARY DRISCOLL: He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour,

[20835] so I had. I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it

[21063] fine fellow? Well, by the living God, you’ll get the surprise of your

[21072] cold! O shivery! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet.

[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

[21157] your Majesty, the Mersey terror. Five guineas a jugular. Neck or

[21323] BLOOM: (Fascinated.) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.

[21465] THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: I here present your undoubted

[21475] Will you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your

[21492] THE PEERS: I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly

[21520] TOM KERNAN: You deserve it, your honour.

[21535] AN OLD RESIDENT: You’re a credit to your country, sir, that’s what

[21646] bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five

[21997] too quick with your best girl. O, I can read your thoughts!

[22113] ZOE: (Promptly.) Your boy’s thinking of you. Tie a knot on your shift.

[22129] points at Lynch’s cap, smiles, laughs.) Which side is your knowledge

[22163] ZOE: (Briskly.) God help your head, he knows more than you have

[22218] Open your gates and sing

[22238] Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths

[22240] time is 12.25. Tell mother you’ll be there. Rush your order and you

[22256] it. You call me up by sunphone any old time. Bumboosers, save your

[22401] (More genially.) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item

[22406] BLOOM: (Regretfully.) When you come out without your gun.

[22408] VIRAG: We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Pay your

[22409] money, take your choice. How happy could you be with either...

[22424] suits your book, eh? Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after. Wallow in

[22442] twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk. See, you have forgotten.

[22443] Exercise your mnemotechnic. La causa è santa. Tara. Tara. (Aside.) He

[22456] and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike

[22517] BLOOM: I am going to scream. I beg your pardon. Ah? So. (He repeats.)

[22559] STEPHEN: (To himself.) Play with your eyes shut. Imitate pa. Filling my

[22786] ZOE: (Sniffs his hair briskly.) Hmmm! Thank your mother for the rabbits.

[22870] BLOOM: (Cowed.) Exuberant female. Enormously I desiderate your

[22920] THE HOOF: If you bungle, Handy Andy, I’ll kick your football for you.

[22930] BLOOM: (Mumbles.) Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen,...

[22962] throne of your despot’s glorious heels so glistening in their proud

[22968] for you. I’m the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in!

[22989] correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot. How’s that tender

[22997] remember me for the balance of your natural life. (His forehead veins

[22998] swollen, his face congested.) I shall sit on your ottoman saddleback

[23075] under the yoke. Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male

[23084] measurements will be taken next your skin. You will be laced with cruel

[23086] the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the absolute outside edge, while your figure,

[23092] flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you...

[23100] coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your

[23109] a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and

[23125] your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the

[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.

[23152] obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be

[23170] BELLO: (Imperiously.) O, get out, you skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak

[23179] with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. Won’t that be

[23189] lecture you on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and spank your bare bot right

[23191] your ways. At night your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear

[23237] the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. Bring all your powers of

[23246] your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, cockyolly? Sing,

[23248] a cart. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. (Loudly.) Can you do a man’s

[23253] BELLO: (Sarcastically.) I wouldn’t hurt your feelings for the world

[23267] BELLO: Would if you could, lame duck. A downpour we want not your

[23273] since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years.

[23286] BELLO: (Laughs mockingly.) That’s your daughter, you owl, with a

[23299] flatfoot, exciting them by your smothered grunts, what, you male

[23309] the secrets of your bottom drawer. Pages will be torn from your handbook

[23310] of astronomy to make them pipespills. And they will spit in your ten

[23321] BELLO: As a paying guest or a kept man? Too late. You have made your

[23322] secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Your epitaph is written. You

[23394] above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in

[23398] BLOOM: (Humbly kisses her long hair.) Your classic curves, beautiful

[23402] THE NYMPH: During dark nights I heard your praise.

[23618] What do you lack with your barbed wire? Crucifix not thick enough? (He

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

[23640] would benefit your complexion. And take some double chin drill. Your

[23641] eyes are as vapid as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. They have the

[23642] dimensions of your other features, that’s all. I’m not a triple

[23648] BLOOM: (Contemptuously.) Clean your nailless middle finger first, your

[23649] bully’s cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of

[23659] ZOE: Me. Mind your cornflowers. (She darts to the piano and bangs chords

[23698] LYNCH: (Calls from the hearth.) Dedalus! Give her your blessing for me.

[23824] his hand.) Blue eyes beauty I’ll read your hand. (She points to his

[23832] it in your face. The eye, like that. (She frowns with lowered head.)

[23840] schemer. See it in your eye.

[23930] Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (He holds out a forefinger.)

[23945] in. I have a little private business with your wife, you understand?

[23969] BOYLAN: (To Bloom, over his shoulder.) You can apply your eye to the

[24067] entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves

[24159] Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!

[24188] THE GREEN LODGES: Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!

[24271] CAVALIERS: May I touch your?

[24354] SIMON: Think of your mother’s people!

[24409] you, mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did it, not I. Destiny.

[24425] boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Years and years I loved

[24506] BELLA: (Loudly.) Here, none of your tall talk. This isn’t a brothel. A

[24523] Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. (He makes

[24531] BLOOM: (Urgently.) And if it were your own son in Oxford? (Warningly.) I

[24628] STEPHEN: (To Private Compton.) I don’t know your name but you are

[24638] governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?

[24661] BLOOM: (Propping him.) Retain your own.

[24703] STEPHEN: (Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up.) I understand your point

[24706] point. You die for your country. Suppose. (He places his arm on Private

[24814] PRIVATE CARR: Who wants your bleeding money?

[24898] you? Amn’t I your girl? Cissy’s your girl. (She cries.) Police!

[24994] Here’s your stick.

[25052] SECOND WATCH: I don’t want your instructions in the discharge of my

[25091] CORNY KELLEHER: (Nudges the second watch.) Come and wipe your name off

[25115] BLOOM: (Nods rapidly.) Naturally. Quite right. Only your bounden duty.

16. Eumaeus

[25318] life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke’s the

[25348] anything. You frittered away your time, he very sensibly maintained, and

[25357] nothing of your being at the tender mercy of others practically. Most

[25396] swoop at a moment’s notice, your money or your life, leaving you there

[25436] I was never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh. I got

[25545] why did you leave your father’s house?

[25549] —I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom

[25583] your shoes. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all

[25587] was put in your drink for some ulterior object.

[25603] picking your brains, he ventured to throw out.

[25662] write your poetry in that language? Bella Poetria! It is so melodious

[25695] —And what might your name be?

[25793] and bear it. I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband W. B.

[25904] on the job, witness Mrs C P M’Coy type lend me your valise and I’ll

[25958] another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he appetisingly added,

[25972] your God, says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.

[26085] to. I hate those buggers. Suck your blood dry, they does.

[26143] rather vague than not, your washing. Still candour compelled him to

[26228] Hamlet and Bacon, as, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better

[26340] hands and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they

[26346] accounts for character. That’s why I asked you if you wrote your

[26396] —Let me cross your bows mate, he said to his neighbour who was just

[26493] on his boot. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the land of your

[26668] I know of you, after all the money expended on your education you are

[26669] entitled to recoup yourself and command your price. You have every bit

[26670] as much right to live by your pen in pursuit of your philosophy as the

[26880] one, you came up against the man in possession and had to produce your

[27217] point too of tender Achilles. Your god was a jew. Because mostly they

[27412] in medias res, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your

17. Ithaca

[28487] (walk, walk, walk your way, walk in safety, walk with care).

[28609] And play your ball again.”

[29931] sultry summer’s day. Recommend it to your lady and gentlemen friends,

[30004] ... with your dear mother... that is not more to stand... to her... all

18. Penelope

[30706] him making him worse than he is who is in your mind now tell me who are

[30712] and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all with

[30719] your soul almost paralyses you then I hate that confession when I used

[30721] where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but whereabouts on your

[30756] mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey

[30776] out of your whiskers filling her up with a child or twins once a year

[30780] them falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears

[31064] restaurant for the bit you put down your throat we have to be thankful

[31140] any side whats your programme today I wish hed even smoke a pipe like

[31151] rich shops get on your nerves nothing kills me altogether only he

[31227] it you want to feel your way with a man theyre not all like him thank

[31262] she left out regards to your father also Captain Grove with love yrs

[31344] aheah all my compriment on your hotchapotch of your heass as bad as now

[31373] me the wrong things and no stops to say like making a speech your sad

[31382] be some truth in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life

[31534] are you bootmakers and publicans I beg your pardon coach I thought you

[31563] that was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows if

[31671] your nerves then doing the loglady all day put her in a glasscase with

[31693] what they say her tongue is a bit too long for my taste your blouse is

[31699] your foot away out of that I hate people touching me afraid of her life

[31733] herself take that now for answering me like that and that for your

[31820] Collins for womens diseases on Pembroke road your vagina he called it I

[31844] my Precious one everything connected with your glorious Body everything

[32106] rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of that for

[32188] big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the

[32249] would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts