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[18124]
[18125]Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus.
[18126]
[18127]Send us bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send
[18128]us bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us
[18129]bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit.
[18130]
[18131]Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!
[18132]
[18133]Universally that person’s acumen is esteemed very little perceptive
[18134]concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by
[18135]mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that
[18136]which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in
[18137]them high mind’s ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain
[18138]when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being
[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
[18144]incorrupted benefaction. For who is there who anything of some
[18145]significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior
[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
[18152]excellence accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually
[18153]traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that thither
[18154]of profundity that that one was audacious excessively who would have the
[18155]hardihood to rise affirming that no more odious offence can for anyone
[18156]be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously
[18157]command and promise which on all mortals with prophecy of abundance
[18158]or with diminution’s menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating
[18159]function ever irrevocably enjoined?
[18160]
[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.
[18164]Not to speak of hostels, leperyards, sweating chambers, plaguegraves,
[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
[18168]withering or loose boyconnell flux. Certainly in every public work which
[18169]in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be with importance
[18170]commensurate and therefore a plan was by them adopted (whether by having
[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
[18176]copiously opulent but also for her who not being sufficiently moneyed
[18177]scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for an
[18178]inconsiderable emolument was provided.
[18179]
[18180]To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be
[18181]molestful for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent
[18182]mothers prosperity at all not to can be and as they had received
[18183]eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when the
[18184]case was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying
[18185]desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her to be
[18186]received into that domicile. O thing of prudent nation not merely in
[18187]being seen but also even in being related worthy of being praised that
[18188]they her by anticipation went seeing mother, that she by them suddenly
[18189]to be about to be cherished had been begun she felt!
[18190]
[18191]Before born bliss babe had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever in that
[18192]one case done commodiously done was. A couch by midwives attended with
[18193]wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though forthbringing were
[18194]now done and by wise foresight set: but to this no less of what drugs
[18195]there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her
[18196]case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in various
[18197]latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine
[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
[18200]mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come by her
[18201]thereto to lie in, her term up.
[18202]
[18203]Some man that wayfaring was stood by housedoor at night’s oncoming.
[18204]Of Israel’s folk was that man that on earth wandering far had fared.
[18205]Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.
[18206]
[18207]Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming
[18208]mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale
[18209]so God’s angel to Mary quoth. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters
[18210]in ward sleepless. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons
[18211]thrice an hundred. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for Horne holding
[18212]wariest ward.
[18213]
[18214]In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising
[18215]with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid. Lo, levin leaping
[18216]lightens in eyeblink Ireland’s westward welkin. Full she drad that
[18217]God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins.
[18218]Christ’s rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe
[18219]infare under her thatch. That man her will wotting worthful went in
[18220]Horne’s house.
[18221]
[18222]Loth to irk in Horne’s hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow
[18223]he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over
[18224]land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Once her in townhithe
[18225]meeting he to her bow had not doffed. Her to forgive now he craved with
[18226]good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen face, hers, so
[18227]young then had looked. Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes
[18228]his word winning.
[18229]
[18230]As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared.
[18231]Glad after she was that ere adread was. Her he asked if O’Hare Doctor
[18232]tidings sent from far coast and she with grameful sigh him answered that
[18233]O’Hare Doctor in heaven was. Sad was the man that word to hear that
[18234]him so heavied in bowels ruthful. All she there told him, ruing death
[18235]for friend so young, algate sore unwilling God’s rightwiseness
[18236]to withsay. She said that he had a fair sweet death through God His
[18237]goodness with masspriest to be shriven, holy housel and sick men’s oil
[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
[18240]in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas
[18241]and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have his dear soul in his
[18242]undeathliness. He heard her sad words, in held hat sad staring. So stood
[18243]they there both awhile in wanhope sorrowing one with other.
[18244]
[18245]Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the
[18246]dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came
[18247]naked forth from his mother’s womb so naked shall he wend him at the
[18248]last for to go as he came.
[18249]
[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
[18253]now full three days and that it would be a hard birth unneth to bear
[18254]but that now in a little it would be. She said thereto that she had seen
[18255]many births of women but never was none so hard as was that woman’s
[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
[18259]motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a fair face for
[18260]any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Nine
[18261]twelve bloodflows chiding her childless.
[18262]
[18263]And whiles they spake the door of the castle was opened and there nighed
[18264]them a mickle noise as of many that sat there at meat. And there came
[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
[18269]healed for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a
[18270]horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make
[18271]a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice. And he
[18272]said now that he should go in to that castle for to make merry with
[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
[18278]him in aught contrarious to his list and he said how it was a marvellous
[18279]castle. And the traveller Leopold went into the castle for to rest him
[18280]for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers
[18281]lands and sometime venery.
[18282]
[18283]And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of Finlandy
[18284]and it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that country but they durst not
[18285]move more for enchantment. And on this board were frightful swords and
[18286]knives that are made in a great cavern by swinking demons out of white
[18287]flames that they fix then in the horns of buffalos and stags that there
[18288]abound marvellously. And there were vessels that are wrought by magic of
[18289]Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath that he
[18290]blases in to them like to bubbles. And full fair cheer and rich was on
[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
[18293]fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible
[18294]thing without they see it natheless they are so. And these fishes lie
[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
[18297]a marvel to see in that castle how by magic they make a compost out of
[18298]fecund wheatkidneys out of Chaldee that by aid of certain angry spirits
[18299]that they do in to it swells up wondrously like to a vast mountain. And
[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
[18302]brewage like to mead.
[18303]
[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
[18306]Leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat
[18307]in amity for he never drank no manner of mead which he then put by and
[18308]anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and
[18309]his neighbour nist not of this wile. And he sat down in that castle with
[18310]them for to rest him there awhile. Thanked be Almighty God.
[18311]
[18312]This meanwhile this good sister stood by the door and begged them at the
[18313]reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for
[18314]there was above one quick with child, a gentle dame, whose time hied
[18315]fast. Sir Leopold heard on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what
[18316]cry that it was whether of child or woman and I marvel, said he, that it
[18317]be not come or now. Meseems it dureth overlong. And he was ware and saw
[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
[18320]one emprise and eke by cause that he was elder he spoke to him full
[18321]gently. But, said he, or it be long too she will bring forth by God His
[18322]bounty and have joy of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long.
[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
[18325]none asking nor desiring of him to drink and, Now drink, said he, fully
[18326]delectably, and he quaffed as far as he might to their both’s health
[18327]for he was a passing good man of his lustiness. And sir Leopold that was
[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
[18332]with wonder pondering.
[18333]
[18334]Now let us speak of that fellowship that was there to the intent to be
[18335]drunken an they might. There was a sort of scholars along either
[18336]side the board, that is to wit, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary
[18337]Merciable’s with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of
[18338]medicine, and the franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa,
[18339]one Crotthers, and young Stephen that had mien of a frere that was at
[18340]head of the board and Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long
[18341]of a mastery of him erewhile gested (and of all them, reserved young
[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
[18344]he promised to have come and such as intended to no goodness said how
[18345]he had broke his avow. And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast
[18346]friendship to sir Simon and to this his son young Stephen and for that
[18347]his languor becalmed him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they
[18348]feasted him for that time in the honourablest manner. Ruth red him, love
[18349]led on with will to wander, loth to leave.
[18350]
[18351]For they were right witty scholars. And he heard their aresouns each gen
[18352]other as touching birth and righteousness, young Madden maintaining that
[18353]put such case it were hard the wife to die (for so it had fallen out a
[18354]matter of some year agone with a woman of Eblana in Horne’s house that
[18355]now was trespassed out of this world and the self night next before her
[18356]death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her case). And
[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
[18359]this imagination affirmed how young Madden had said truth for he had
[18360]conscience to let her die. And not few and of these was young Lynch
[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
[18363]judges did provide no remedy. A redress God grant. This was scant said
[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
[18369]affair and said how that she was dead and how for holy religion sake by
[18370]rede of palmer and bedesman and for a vow he had made to Saint Ultan of
[18371]Arbraccan her goodman husband would not let her death whereby they were
[18372]all wondrous grieved. To whom young Stephen had these words following:
[18373]Murmur, sirs, is eke oft among lay folk. Both babe and parent now
[18374]glorify their Maker, the one in limbo gloom, the other in purgefire.
[18375]But, gramercy, what of those Godpossibled souls that we nightly
[18376]impossibilise, which is the sin against the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord
[18377]and Giver of Life? For, sirs, he said, our lust is brief. We are means
[18378]to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we.
[18379]Then said Dixon junior to Punch Costello wist he what ends. But he had
[18380]overmuch drunken and the best word he could have of him was that he
[18381]would ever dishonest a woman whoso she were or wife or maid or leman if
[18382]it so fortuned him to be delivered of his spleen of lustihead. Whereat
[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
[18385]this while, pricked forward with their jibes wherewith they did malice
[18386]him, witnessing all and several by saint Foutinus his engines that
[18387]he was able to do any manner of thing that lay in man to do. Thereat
[18388]laughed they all right jocundly only young Stephen and sir Leopold which
[18389]never durst laugh too open by reason of a strange humour which he would
[18390]not bewray and also for that he rued for her that bare whoso she might
[18391]be or wheresoever. Then spake young Stephen orgulous of mother Church
[18392]that would cast him out of her bosom, of law of canons, of Lilith,
[18393]patron of abortions, of bigness wrought by wind of seeds of brightness
[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
[18396]lie with a woman which her man has but lain with, effectu secuto, or
[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
[18399]soul was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for
[18400]God’s greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was but a dam
[18401]to bear beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth the
[18402]fisherman’s seal, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy
[18403]church for all ages founded. All they bachelors then asked of sir
[18404]Leopold would he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save
[18405]life. A wariness of mind he would answer as fitted all and, laying hand
[18406]to jaw, he said dissembling, as his wont was, that as it was informed
[18407]him, who had ever loved the art of physic as might a layman, and
[18408]agreeing also with his experience of so seldomseen an accident it was
[18409]good for that mother Church belike at one blow had birth and death pence
[18410]and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. That is truth,
[18411]pardy, said Dixon, and, or I err, a pregnant word. Which hearing young
[18412]Stephen was a marvellous glad man and he averred that he who stealeth
[18413]from the poor lendeth to the Lord for he was of a wild manner when he
[18414]was drunken and that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons.
[18415]
[18416]But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still had
[18417]pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour
[18418]and as he was minded of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only
[18419]manchild which on his eleventh day on live had died and no man of art
[18420]could save so dark is destiny. And she was wondrous stricken of heart
[18421]for that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of
[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
[18424]Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his
[18425]friend’s son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness
[18426]and as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for
[18427]all accounted him of real parts) so grieved he also in no less measure
[18428]for young Stephen for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and
[18429]murdered his goods with whores.
[18430]
[18431]About that present time young Stephen filled all cups that stood empty
[18432]so as there remained but little mo if the prudenter had not shadowed
[18433]their approach from him that still plied it very busily who, praying for
[18434]the intentions of the sovereign pontiff, he gave them for a pledge the
[18435]vicar of Christ which also as he said is vicar of Bray. Now drink we,
[18436]quod he, of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel
[18437]of my body but my soul’s bodiment. Leave ye fraction of bread to them
[18438]that live by bread alone. Be not afeard neither for any want for this
[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
[18441]two pound nineteen shilling that he had, he said, for a song which he
[18442]writ. They all admired to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of
[18443]money as was herebefore. His words were then these as followeth: Know
[18444]all men, he said, time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions. What means
[18445]this? Desire’s wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from
[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,
[18451]our mighty mother and mother most venerable and Bernardus saith aptly
[18452]that She hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem, that is to wit, an
[18453]almightiness of petition because she is the second Eve and she won
[18454]us, saith Augustine too, whereas that other, our grandam, which we are
[18455]linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all,
[18456]seed, breed and generation, for a penny pippin. But here is the matter
[18457]now. Or she knew him, that second I say, and was but creature of her
[18458]creature, vergine madre, figlia di tuo figlio, or she knew him not and
[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
[18462]a dit que qui l’avait mise dans cette fichue position c’était
[18463]le sacré pigeon, ventre de Dieu! Entweder transubstantiality oder
[18464]consubstantiality but in no case subsubstantiality. And all cried out
[18465]upon it for a very scurvy word. A pregnancy without joy, he said, a
[18466]birth without pangs, a body without blemish, a belly without bigness.
[18467]Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. With will will we
[18468]withstand, withsay.
[18469]
[18470]Hereupon Punch Costello dinged with his fist upon the board and would
[18471]sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a wench that was put in pod of
[18472]a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he did straightways now attack:
[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
[18475]not meet as she remembered them being her mind was to have all orderly
[18476]against lord Andrew came for because she was jealous that no gasteful
[18477]turmoil might shorten the honour of her guard. It was an ancient and
[18478]a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking, in habit dun
[18479]beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of
[18480]it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of them all embraided and
[18481]they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with
[18482]menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode with him, a murrain
[18483]seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou chuff, thou puny, thou
[18484]got in peasestraw, thou losel, thou chitterling, thou spawn of a rebel,
[18485]thou dykedropt, thou abortion thou, to shut up his drunken drool out
[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
[18488]time’s occasion as most sacred and most worthy to be most sacred. In
[18489]Horne’s house rest should reign.
[18490]
[18491]To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in
[18492]Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen what was the reason why he
[18493]had not cided to take friar’s vows and he answered him obedience in
[18494]the womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days.
[18495]Master Lenehan at this made return that he had heard of those nefarious
[18496]deeds and how, as he heard hereof counted, he had besmirched the lily
[18497]virtue of a confiding female which was corruption of minors and they all
[18498]intershowed it too, waxing merry and toasting to his fathership. But he
[18499]said very entirely it was clean contrary to their suppose for he was
[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
[18503]to be in guise of white and saffron, her groom in white and grain, with
[18504]burning of nard and tapers, on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and
[18505]the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was
[18506]there unmaided. He gave them then a much admirable hymen minim by those
[18507]delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Francis Beaumont that is
[18508]in their Maid’s Tragedy that was writ for a like twining of lovers: To
[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
[18513]communion. Well met they were, said Master Dixon, joyed, but, harkee,
[18514]young sir, better were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for, by my
[18515]troth, of such a mingling much might come. Young Stephen said indeed to
[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
[18519]love than this, he said, no man hath that a man lay down his wife for
[18520]his friend. Go thou and do likewise. Thus, or words to that effect,
[18521]saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the
[18522]university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man to whom mankind
[18523]was more beholden. Bring a stranger within thy tower it will go hard but
[18524]thou wilt have the secondbest bed. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. And
[18525]all the people shall say, Amen. Remember, Erin, thy generations and
[18526]thy days of old, how thou settedst little by me and by my word and
[18527]broughtedst in a stranger to my gates to commit fornication in my
[18528]sight and to wax fat and kick like Jeshurum. Therefore hast thou
[18529]sinned against my light and hast made me, thy lord, to be the slave of
[18530]servants. Return, return, Clan Milly: forget me not, O Milesian. Why
[18531]hast thou done this abomination before me that thou didst spurn me for
[18532]a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the Roman and to the Indian of
[18533]dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie luxuriously? Look forth now,
[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
[18536]and money. But thou hast suckled me with a bitter milk: my moon and my
[18537]sun thou hast quenched for ever. And thou hast left me alone for ever
[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
[18542]a darkness that was foraneous. Assuefaction minorates atrocities (as
[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
[18547]all things accord in some mean and measure with their inceptions and
[18548]originals, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth
[18549]from birth accomplishing by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing
[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,
[18552]batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they
[18553]bend. First, saved from waters of old Nile, among bulrushes, a bed
[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
[18558]is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness
[18559]the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.
[18560]
[18561]Thereto Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he loudly
[18562]bid them, lo, wisdom hath built herself a house, this vast majestic
[18563]longstablished vault, the crystal palace of the Creator, all in applepie
[18564]order, a penny for him who finds the pea.
[18565]
[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
[18571]that hist his heart. And Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout and
[18572]witwanton as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry. And
[18573]he that had erst challenged to be so doughty waxed wan as they might all
[18574]mark and shrank together and his pitch that was before so haught uplift
[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
[18577]mock and some jeer and Punch Costello fell hard again to his yale which
[18578]Master Lenehan vowed he would do after and he was indeed but a word and
[18579]a blow on any the least colour. But the braggart boaster cried that an
[18580]old Nobodaddy was in his cups it was muchwhat indifferent and he would
[18581]not lag behind his lead. But this was only to dye his desperation as
[18582]cowed he crouched in Horne’s hall. He drank indeed at one draught to
[18583]pluck up a heart of any grace for it thundered long rumblingly over all
[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
[18586]braggart’s side, spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear,
[18587]advertising how it was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he heard,
[18588]the discharge of fluid from the thunderhead, look you, having taken
[18589]place, and all of the order of a natural phenomenon.
[18590]
[18591]But was young Boasthard’s fear vanquished by Calmer’s words? No, for
[18592]he had in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not by words be
[18593]done away. And was he then neither calm like the one nor godly like the
[18594]other? He was neither as much as he would have liked to be either. But
[18595]could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the
[18596]bottle Holiness that then he lived withal? Indeed no for Grace was not
[18597]there to find that bottle. Heard he then in that clap the voice of the
[18598]god Bringforth or, what Calmer said, a hubbub of Phenomenon? Heard?
[18599]Why, he could not but hear unless he had plugged him up the tube
[18600]Understanding (which he had not done). For through that tube he saw that
[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
[18604]would he make more shows according as men do with wives which Phenomenon
[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
[18608]is no death and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall
[18609]come as many as believe on it? Yes, Pious had told him of that land and
[18610]Chaste had pointed him to the way but the reason was that in the way he
[18611]fell in with a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, she
[18612]said, is Bird-in-the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the true
[18613]path by her flatteries that she said to him as, Ho, you pretty man, turn
[18614]aside hither and I will show you a brave place, and she lay at him so
[18615]flatteringly that she had him in her grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush
[18616]or, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence.
[18617]
[18618]This was it what all that company that sat there at commons in Manse
[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
[18622]know her. For regarding Believe-on-Me they said it was nought else
[18623]but notion and they could conceive no thought of it for, first,
[18624]Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the very goodliest grot and
[18625]in it were four pillows on which were four tickets with these words
[18626]printed on them, Pickaback and Topsyturvy and Shameface and Cheek by
[18627]Jowl and, second, for that foul plague Allpox and the monsters they
[18628]cared not for them for Preservative had given them a stout shield of
[18629]oxengut and, third, that they might take no hurt neither from Offspring
[18630]that was that wicked devil by virtue of this same shield which was
[18631]named Killchild. So were they all in their blind fancy, Mr Cavil and Mr
[18632]Sometimes Godly, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr Dainty Dixon,
[18633]Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. Wherein, O wretched company,
[18634]were ye all deceived for that was the voice of the god that was in a
[18635]very grievous rage that he would presently lift his arm up and
[18636]spill their souls for their abuses and their spillings done by them
[18637]contrariwise to his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth.
[18638]
[18639]So Thursday sixteenth June Patk. Dignam laid in clay of an apoplexy and
[18640]after hard drought, please God, rained, a bargeman coming in by water
[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
[18656]pour came. In Ely place, Baggot street, Duke’s lawn, thence through
[18657]Merrion green up to Holles street a swash of water flowing that was
[18658]before bonedry and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but
[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
[18661]college lands) Mal. Mulligan a gentleman’s gentleman that had but come
[18662]from Mr Moore’s the writer’s (that was a papish but is now, folk
[18663]say, a good Williamite) chanced against Alec. Bannon in a cut bob (which
[18664]are now in with dance cloaks of Kendal green) that was new got to town
[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
[18667]there, he bound home and he to Andrew Horne’s being stayed for to
[18668]crush a cup of wine, so he said, but would tell him of a skittish
[18669]heifer, big of her age and beef to the heel, and all this while poured
[18670]with rain and so both together on to Horne’s. There Leop. Bloom of
[18671]Crawford’s journal sitting snug with a covey of wags, likely brangling
[18672]fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my lady of Mercy’s, Vin. Lynch,
[18673]a Scots fellow, Will. Madden, T. Lenehan, very sad about a racer he
[18674]fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Bloom there for a languor he had but was
[18675]now better, he having dreamed tonight a strange fancy of his dame Mrs
[18676]Moll with red slippers on in a pair of Turkey trunks which is thought by
[18677]those in ken to be for a change and Mistress Purefoy there, that got in
[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
[18681]and her breath very heavy more than good and should be a bullyboy from
[18682]the knocks, they say, but God give her soon issue. ’Tis her ninth
[18683]chick to live, I hear, and Lady day bit off her last chick’s nails
[18684]that was then a twelvemonth and with other three all breastfed that died
[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
[18688]heavybraked reel or in a punt he has trailing for flounder and pollock
[18689]and catches a fine bag, I hear. In sum an infinite great fall of rain
[18690]and all refreshed and will much increase the harvest yet those in
[18691]ken say after wind and water fire shall come for a prognostication of
[18692]Malachi’s almanac (and I hear that Mr Russell has done a prophetical
[18693]charm of the same gist out of the Hindustanish for his farmer’s
[18694]gazette) to have three things in all but this a mere fetch without
[18695]bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found
[18696]in the right guess with their queerities no telling how.
[18697]
[18698]With this came up Lenehan to the feet of the table to say how the letter
[18699]was in that night’s gazette and he made a show to find it about him
[18700](for he swore with an oath that he had been at pains about it) but on
[18701]Stephen’s persuasion he gave over the search and was bidden to sit
[18702]near by which he did mighty brisk. He was a kind of sport gentleman
[18703]that went for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what belonged of women,
[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
[18706]and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul’s men, runners,
[18707]flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the bagnio and other rogues of the
[18708]game or with a chanceable catchpole or a tipstaff often at nights
[18709]till broad day of whom he picked up between his sackpossets much loose
[18710]gossip. He took his ordinary at a boilingcook’s and if he had but
[18711]gotten into him a mess of broken victuals or a platter of tripes with
[18712]a bare tester in his purse he could always bring himself off with
[18713]his tongue, some randy quip he had from a punk or whatnot that every
[18714]mother’s son of them would burst their sides. The other, Costello that
[18715]is, hearing this talk asked was it poetry or a tale. Faith, no, he says,
[18716]Frank (that was his name), ’tis all about Kerry cows that are to be
[18717]butchered along of the plague. But they can go hang, says he with a
[18718]wink, for me with their bully beef, a pox on it. There’s as good fish
[18719]in this tin as ever came out of it and very friendly he offered to
[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
[18723]French language that had been indentured to a brandyshipper that has a
[18724]winelodge in Bordeaux and he spoke French like a gentleman too. From a
[18725]child this Frank had been a donought that his father, a headborough,
[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
[18730]time he would be a playactor, then a sutler or a welsher, then nought
[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,
[18733]kidnapping a squire’s heir by favour of moonlight or fecking maids’
[18734]linen or choking chicken behind a hedge. He had been off as many times
[18735]as a cat has lives and back again with naked pockets as many more to his
[18736]father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he saw him.
[18737]What, says Mr Leopold with his hands across, that was earnest to know
[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
[18741]and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, having been some years
[18742]before actuary for Mr Joseph Cuffe, a worthy salesmaster that drove his
[18743]trade for live stock and meadow auctions hard by Mr Gavin Low’s yard
[18744]in Prussia street. I question with you there, says he. More like ’tis
[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
[18751]horns of a dilemma if he meddles with a bull that’s Irish, says he.
[18752]Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr Stephen, and he sent the ale
[18753]purling about, an Irish bull in an English chinashop. I conceive you,
[18754]says Mr Dixon. It is that same bull that was sent to our island by
[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,
[18758]says he, never shit on shamrock. He had horns galore, a coat of cloth
[18759]of gold and a sweet smoky breath coming out of his nostrils so that the
[18760]women of our island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after
[18761]him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. What for that, says Mr Dixon,
[18762]but before he came over farmer Nicholas that was a eunuch had him
[18763]properly gelded by a college of doctors who were no better off than
[18764]himself. So be off now, says he, and do all my cousin german the lord
[18765]Harry tells you and take a farmer’s blessing, and with that he slapped
[18766]his posteriors very soundly. But the slap and the blessing stood him
[18767]friend, says Mr Vincent, for to make up he taught him a trick worth two
[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
[18772]all Ireland. Another then put in his word: And they dressed him, says
[18773]he, in a point shift and petticoat with a tippet and girdle and ruffles
[18774]on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over with
[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
[18779]scarce walk to pasture. To remedy which our cozening dames and damsels
[18780]brought him his fodder in their apronlaps and as soon as his belly was
[18781]full he would rear up on his hind quarters to show their ladyships a
[18782]mystery and roar and bellow out of him in bulls’ language and they all
[18783]after him. Ay, says another, and so pampered was he that he would suffer
[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
[18789]Connemara or a husbandman in Sligo that was sowing as much as a handful
[18790]of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he’d run amok over half the
[18791]countryside rooting up with his horns whatever was planted and all by
[18792]lord Harry’s orders. There was bad blood between them at first, says
[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
[18795]and I’ll meddle in his matters, says he. I’ll make that animal smell
[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
[18798]pelt to go to dinner after winning a boatrace (he had spade oars for
[18799]himself but the first rule of the course was that the others were to row
[18800]with pitchforks) he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a bull
[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
[18807]running off him, he got into an old smock and skirt that had belonged to
[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
[18810]which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever he went out for
[18811]a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon what took his
[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
[18816]women were all of one mind, made a wherry raft, loaded themselves and
[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,
[18819]put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm,
[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
[18823]boatswain of that rollicking chanty:
[18824]
[18825] —Pope Peter’s but a pissabed.
[18826] A man’s a man for a’ that.
[18827]Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the doorway
[18828]as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a friend
[18829]whom he had just rencountered, a young gentleman, his name Alec Bannon,
[18830]who had late come to town, it being his intention to buy a colour or a
[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
[18835]which he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell’s bearing a legend
[18836]printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan. Fertiliser and Incubator.
[18837]Lambay Island. His project, as he went on to expound, was to withdraw
[18838]from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir
[18839]Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to devote himself
[18840]to the noblest task for which our bodily organism has been framed. Well,
[18841]let us hear of it, good my friend, said Mr Dixon. I make no doubt it
[18842]smacks of wenching. Come, be seated, both. ’Tis as cheap sitting as
[18843]standing. Mr Mulligan accepted of the invitation and, expatiating upon
[18844]his design, told his hearers that he had been led into this thought by
[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
[18848]prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities
[18849]acquired. It grieved him plaguily, he said, to see the nuptial couch
[18850]defrauded of its dearest pledges: and to reflect upon so many agreeable
[18851]females with rich jointures, a prey to the vilest bonzes, who hide their
[18852]flambeau under a bushel in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly
[18853]bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might
[18854]multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of
[18855]their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at hand to caress, this, he
[18856]assured them, made his heart weep. To curb this inconvenient (which
[18857]he concluded due to a suppression of latent heat), having advised with
[18858]certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he had
[18859]resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of Lambay
[18860]island from its holder, lord Talbot de Malahide, a Tory gentleman of
[18861]note much in favour with our ascendancy party. He proposed to set up
[18862]there a national fertilising farm to be named Omphalos with an obelisk
[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
[18866]functions of her natural. Money was no object, he said, nor would he
[18867]take a penny for his pains. The poorest kitchenwench no less than the
[18868]opulent lady of fashion, if so be their constructions and their tempers
[18869]were warm persuaders for their petitions, would find in him their man.
[18870]For his nutriment he shewed how he would feed himself exclusively upon a
[18871]diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, the flesh of these
[18872]latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his purpose, both
[18873]broiled and stewed with a blade of mace and a pod or two of capsicum
[18874]chillies. After this homily which he delivered with much warmth of
[18875]asseveration Mr Mulligan in a trice put off from his hat a kerchief with
[18876]which he had shielded it. They both, it seems, had been overtaken by the
[18877]rain and for all their mending their pace had taken water, as might be
[18878]observed by Mr Mulligan’s smallclothes of a hodden grey which was now
[18879]somewhat piebald. His project meanwhile was very favourably entertained
[18880]by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all though Mr Dixon of
[18881]Mary’s excepted to it, asking with a finicking air did he purpose
[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
[18884]upon his memory, seemed to him a sound and tasteful support of his
[18885]contention: Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O quirites,
[18886]ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici
[18887]titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus
[18888]centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt, while for those of ruder wit
[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
[18891]drake and duck.
[18892]
[18893]Valuing himself not a little upon his elegance, being indeed a proper
[18894]man of person, this talkative now applied himself to his dress with
[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
[18898]passage that had late befallen him, could not forbear to tell it his
[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
[18901]a civil bow and said, Pray, sir, was you in need of any professional
[18902]assistance we could give? Who, upon his offer, thanked him very
[18903]heartily, though preserving his proper distance, and replied that he was
[18904]come there about a lady, now an inmate of Horne’s house, that was in
[18905]an interesting condition, poor body, from woman’s woe (and here he
[18906]fetched a deep sigh) to know if her happiness had yet taken place. Mr
[18907]Dixon, to turn the table, took on to ask of Mr Mulligan himself whether
[18908]his incipient ventripotence, upon which he rallied him, betokened an
[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.
[18911]For answer Mr Mulligan, in a gale of laughter at his smalls, smote
[18912]himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an admirable droll
[18913]mimic of Mother Grogan (the most excellent creature of her sex though
[18914]’tis pity she’s a trollop): There’s a belly that never bore a
[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.
[18919]
[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
[18926]not achieved so nice a gesture) to which was united an equivalent but
[18927]contrary balance of the bottle asked the narrator as plainly as was ever
[18928]done in words if he might treat him with a cup of it. Mais bien sûr,
[18929]noble stranger, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. That you may
[18930]and very opportunely. There wanted nothing but this cup to crown my
[18931]felicity. But, gracious heaven, was I left with but a crust in my wallet
[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
[18937]bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a silk riband, that very
[18938]picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein.
[18939]Gazing upon those features with a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, he
[18940]said, had you but beheld her as I did with these eyes at that affecting
[18941]instant with her dainty tucker and her new coquette cap (a gift for her
[18942]feastday as she told me prettily) in such an artless disorder, of so
[18943]melting a tenderness, ’pon my conscience, even you, Monsieur, had been
[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!
[18947]Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her
[18948]favours. A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words and, having
[18949]replaced the locket in his bosom, he wiped his eye and sighed again.
[18950]Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, how great
[18951]and universal must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can hold in
[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
[18955]imperfect are all our sublunary joys. Maledicity! he exclaimed in
[18956]anguish. Would to God that foresight had but remembered me to take my
[18957]cloak along! I could weep to think of it. Then, though it had poured
[18958]seven showers, we were neither of us a penny the worse. But beshrew me,
[18959]he cried, clapping hand to his forehead, tomorrow will be a new day and,
[18960]thousand thunders, I know of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur Poyntz,
[18961]from whom I can have for a livre as snug a cloak of the French fashion
[18962]as ever kept a lady from wetting. Tut, tut! cries Le Fécondateur,
[18963]tripping in, my friend Monsieur Moore, that most accomplished traveller
[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
[18967]of that violence, he tells me, sans blague, has sent more than one
[18968]luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world. Pooh! A
[18969]livre! cries Monsieur Lynch. The clumsy things are dear at a sou. One
[18970]umbrella, were it no bigger than a fairy mushroom, is worth ten such
[18971]stopgaps. No woman of any wit would wear one. My dear Kitty told me
[18972]today that she would dance in a deluge before ever she would starve in
[18973]such an ark of salvation for, as she reminded me (blushing piquantly and
[18974]whispering in my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy
[18975]butterflies), dame Nature, by the divine blessing, has implanted it in
[18976]our hearts and it has become a household word that il y a deux choses
[18977]for which the innocence of our original garb, in other circumstances a
[18978]breach of the proprieties, is the fittest, nay, the only garment. The
[18979]first, said she (and here my pretty philosopher, as I handed her to her
[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.
[18984]
[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,
[18987]having spoken a few words in a low tone to young Mr Dixon, retired with
[18988]a profound bow to the company. The presence even for a moment among a
[18989]party of debauchees of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and
[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
[18992]ribaldry. Strike me silly, said Costello, a low fellow who was fuddled.
[18993]A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! I’ll be sworn she has rendezvoused
[18994]you. What, you dog? Have you a way with them? Gad’s bud, immensely
[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
[18998]wardmaid there any time these seven months. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried
[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
[19001]man! Bless me, I’m all of a wibbly wobbly. Why, you’re as bad as
[19002]dear little Father Cantekissem, that you are! May this pot of four half
[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
[19009]fortitude and she had given birth to a bouncing boy. I want patience,
[19010]said he, with those who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct,
[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
[19014]excellence of her noble exercitations which, so far from being a byword,
[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
[19020]such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered
[19021]to mother and maid in house of Horne. Having delivered himself of this
[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
[19024]soaker without more ado, a design which would have been effected nor
[19025]would he have received more than his bare deserts had he not abridged
[19026]his transgression by affirming with a horrid imprecation (for he swore
[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
[19029]honest Frank Costello which I was bred up most particular to honour thy
[19030]father and thy mother that had the best hand to a rolypoly or a hasty
[19031]pudding as you ever see what I always looks back on with a loving heart.
[19032]
[19033]To revert to Mr Bloom who, after his first entry, had been conscious of
[19034]some impudent mocks which he however had borne with as being the fruits
[19035]of that age upon which it is commonly charged that it knows not
[19036]pity. The young sparks, it is true, were as full of extravagancies
[19037]as overgrown children: the words of their tumultuary discussions
[19038]were difficultly understood and not often nice: their testiness and
[19039]outrageous mots were such that his intellects resiled from: nor were
[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
[19043]seemed to him a cropeared creature of a misshapen gibbosity, born out
[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
[19046]indeed a colour to, so as to put him in thought of that missing link of
[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
[19050]wary ascendancy and self a man of rare forecast, he had enjoined his
[19051]heart to repress all motions of a rising choler and, by intercepting
[19052]them with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that
[19053]plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, rash judgers scorn
[19054]and all find tolerable and but tolerable. To those who create themselves
[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
[19059]antidote of experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate
[19060]and inglorious retreat. Not but what he could feel with mettlesome youth
[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
[19064]humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was
[19065]about her lawful occasions. To conclude, while from the sister’s
[19066]words he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he was, however, it must
[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.
[19070]
[19071]Accordingly he broke his mind to his neighbour, saying that, to express
[19072]his notion of the thing, his opinion (who ought not perchance to express
[19073]one) was that one must have a cold constitution and a frigid genius not
[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
[19076]young blade said it was her husband’s that put her in that expectation
[19077]or at least it ought to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. I
[19078]must acquaint you, said Mr Crotthers, clapping on the table so as to
[19079]evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old Glory Allelujurum was round
[19080]again today, an elderly man with dundrearies, preferring through his
[19081]nose a request to have word of Wilhelmina, my life, as he calls her. I
[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
[19085]her. All fell to praising of it, each after his own fashion, though
[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
[19088](virtuous) or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in every household.
[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
[19093]to transform in a pinch of time these votaries of levity into exemplary
[19094]practitioners of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed
[19095]the noblest. But, he further added, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup
[19096]feelings that in common oppress them for I have more than once observed
[19097]that birds of a feather laugh together.
[19098]
[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
[19102]internal polity? Where is now that gratitude which loyalty should have
[19103]counselled? During the recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary
[19104]advantage with his granados did this traitor to his kind not seize that
[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
[19107]forgotten this as he forgets all benefits received? Or is it that from
[19108]being a deluder of others he has become at last his own dupe as he is,
[19109]if report belie him not, his own and his only enjoyer? Far be it from
[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
[19112]virtue but if he challenges attention there (as it was indeed highly his
[19113]interest not to have done) then be it so. Unhappy woman, she has been
[19114]too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to
[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
[19122]in Mr Cuffe’s hearing brought upon him from an indignant rancher
[19123]a scathing retort couched in terms as straightforward as they were
[19124]bucolic. It ill becomes him to preach that gospel. Has he not nearer
[19125]home a seedfield that lies fallow for the want of the ploughshare? A
[19126]habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in
[19127]middle life. If he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums
[19128]and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of
[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
[19132]beauty may console him for a consort neglected and debauched but this
[19133]new exponent of morals and healer of ills is at his best an exotic tree
[19134]which, when rooted in its native orient, throve and flourished and was
[19135]abundant in balm but, transplanted to a clime more temperate, its roots
[19136]have lost their quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it
[19137]is stagnant, acid and inoperative.
[19138]
[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
[19142]delegation that an heir had been born. When he had betaken himself to
[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
[19159]of primogeniture and king’s bounty touching twins and triplets,
[19160]miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the acardiac
[19161]foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to a congestion, the agnathia
[19162]of certain chinless Chinamen (cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan) in
[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
[19173]recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births
[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
[19177]problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as much
[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
[19182]ineffectually entertained, to place her hand against that part of her
[19183]person which long usage has consecrated as the seat of castigation. The
[19184]abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro’s
[19185]inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a prima
[19186]facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those swineheaded (the
[19187]case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not forgotten) or doghaired infants
[19188]occasionally born. The hypothesis of a plasmic memory, advanced by the
[19189]Caledonian envoy and worthy of the metaphysical traditions of the land
[19190]he stood for, envisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic development
[19191]at some stage antecedent to the human. An outlandish delegate sustained
[19192]against both these views, with such heat as almost carried conviction,
[19193]the theory of copulation between women and the males of brutes, his
[19194]authority being his own avouchment in support of fables such as that of
[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
[19197]words was immediate but shortlived. It was effaced as easily as it had
[19198]been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in that vein of
[19199]pleasantry which none better than he knew how to affect, postulating as
[19200]the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man. Contemporaneously,
[19201]a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr
[19202]Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created
[19203]in the event of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other, the difficulty
[19204]by mutual consent was referred to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant
[19205]submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Hitherto silent, whether the
[19206]better to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the
[19207]garb with which he was invested or in obedience to an inward voice, he
[19208]delivered briefly and, as some thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical
[19209]ordinance forbidding man to put asunder what God has joined.
[19210]
[19211]But Malachias’ tale began to freeze them with horror. He conjured up
[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
[19215]other a phial marked Poison. Surprise, horror, loathing were depicted
[19216]on all faces while he eyed them with a ghostly grin. I anticipated some
[19217]such reception, he began with an eldritch laugh, for which, it seems,
[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
[19221]at all, he muttered thickly, and I tramping Dublin this while back
[19222]with my share of songs and himself after me the like of a soulth or a
[19223]bullawurrus? My hell, and Ireland’s, is in this life. It is what
[19224]I tried to obliterate my crime. Distractions, rookshooting, the Erse
[19225]language (he recited some), laudanum (he raised the phial to his lips),
[19226]camping out. In vain! His spectre stalks me. Dope is my only hope... Ah!
[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
[19229]and said: Meet me at Westland Row station at ten past eleven. He was
[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
[19236]ghost of his own father. He drank drugs to obliterate. For this relief
[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
[19239]nocturnal rat peers from his hole. A curse is on it. It is haunted.
[19240]Murderer’s ground.
[19241]
[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
[19245]her mood. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing
[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
[19248]young Leopold. There, as in a retrospective arrangement, a mirror within
[19249]a mirror (hey, presto!), he beholdeth himself. That young figure of then
[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
[19252]bandolierwise, and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a mother’s
[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
[19256]handkerchief (not for show only), his case of bright trinketware (alas!
[19257]a thing now of the past!) and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this
[19258]or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out upon her fingertips or for
[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
[19261]eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a commission
[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
[19267]mist. Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his
[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
[19270]first. Together (she is a poor waif, a child of shame, yours and mine
[19271]and of all for a bare shilling and her luckpenny), together they hear
[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
[19277]reader. In a breath ’twas done but—hold! Back! It must not be! In
[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
[19280]of day. No, Leopold. Name and memory solace thee not. That youthful
[19281]illusion of thy strength was taken from thee—and in vain. No son of
[19282]thy loins is by thee. There is none now to be for Leopold, what Leopold
[19283]was for Rudolph.
[19284]
[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
[19287]of cycles of generations that have lived. A region where grey twilight
[19288]ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her
[19289]dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. She follows her mother with
[19290]ungainly steps, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Twilight phantoms
[19291]are they, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely
[19292]haunches, a supple tendonous neck, the meek apprehensive skull. They
[19293]fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Agendath is a waste land, a home of
[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
[19302]and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all their moving moaning
[19303]multitude, murderers of the sun.
[19304]
[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,
[19313]shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a veil of what do you call
[19314]it gossamer. It floats, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it
[19315]streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents
[19316]of the cold interstellar wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling,
[19317]writhing in the skies a mysterious writing till, after a myriad
[19318]metamorphoses of symbol, it blazes, Alpha, a ruby and triangled sign
[19319]upon the forehead of Taurus.
[19320]
[19321]Francis was reminding Stephen of years before when they had been at
[19322]school together in Conmee’s time. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades,
[19323]Pisistratus. Where were they now? Neither knew. You have spoken of the
[19324]past and its phantoms, Stephen said. Why think of them? If I call them
[19325]into life across the waters of Lethe will not the poor ghosts troop to
[19326]my call? Who supposes it? I, Bous Stephanoumenos, bullockbefriending
[19327]bard, am lord and giver of their life. He encircled his gadding hair
[19328]with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. That answer and those
[19329]leaves, Vincent said to him, will adorn you more fitly when something
[19330]more, and greatly more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius
[19331]father. All who wish you well hope this for you. All desire to see
[19332]you bring forth the work you meditate, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. I
[19333]heartily wish you may not fail them. O no, Vincent Lenehan said, laying
[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
[19336]hard it was for him to be reminded of his promise and of his recent
[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.
[19342]Even Phyllis could not contain herself. She waved her scarf and cried:
[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
[19345]her. All was lost now. Phyllis was silent: her eyes were sad anemones.
[19346]Juno, she cried, I am undone. But her lover consoled her and brought
[19347]her a bright casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums which she
[19348]partook. A tear fell: one only. A whacking fine whip, said Lenehan, is
[19349]W. Lane. Four winners yesterday and three today. What rider is like him?
[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
[19353]filly that she was. Never, by this hand, shall we behold such another.
[19354]By gad, sir, a queen of them. Do you remember her, Vincent? I wish you
[19355]could have seen my queen today, Vincent said. How young she was and
[19356]radiant (Lalage were scarce fair beside her) in her yellow shoes and
[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
[19360]cooked on a stone a batch of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that
[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
[19363]mischievously when I pressed too close. A week ago she lay ill, four
[19364]days on the couch, but today she was free, blithe, mocked at peril.
[19365]She is more taking then. Her posies too! Mad romp that she is, she had
[19366]pulled her fill as we reclined together. And in your ear, my friend, you
[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
[19370]creature turned all colours in her confusion, feigning to reprove a
[19371]slight disorder in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the
[19372]very trees adore her. When Conmee had passed she glanced at her lovely
[19373]echo in that little mirror she carries. But he had been kind. In going
[19374]by he had blessed us. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said. If I had
[19375]poor luck with Bass’s mare perhaps this draught of his may serve me
[19376]more propensely. He was laying his hand upon a winejar: Malachi saw it
[19377]and withheld his act, pointing to the stranger and to the scarlet label.
[19378]Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. His soul is far
[19379]away. It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be
[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
[19382]told me so, Stephen answered, whom in a previous existence Egyptian
[19383]priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law. The lords of the
[19384]moon, Theosophos told me, an orangefiery shipload from planet Alpha
[19385]of the lunar chain would not assume the etheric doubles and these
[19386]were therefore incarnated by the rubycoloured egos from the second
[19387]constellation.
[19388]
[19389]However, as a matter of fact though, the preposterous surmise about him
[19390]being in some description of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was
[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
[19393]was going on were at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of
[19394]animation was as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody
[19395]that conjectured the contrary would have found themselves pretty
[19396]speedily in the wrong shop. During the past four minutes or thereabouts
[19397]he had been staring hard at a certain amount of number one Bass bottled
[19398]by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Trent which happened to be situated
[19399]amongst a lot of others right opposite to where he was and which was
[19400]certainly calculated to attract anyone’s remark on account of its
[19401]scarlet appearance. He was simply and solely, as it subsequently
[19402]transpired for reasons best known to himself, which put quite an
[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
[19412]same time, however, a considerable degree of attentiveness in order not
[19413]to upset any of the beer that was in it about the place.
[19414]
[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
[19420]old rafters of that establishment ever listened to a language so
[19421]encyclopaedic. A gallant scene in truth it made. Crotthers was there at
[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
[19429]explorer’s kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted
[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
[19432]poet who found a refuge from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical
[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
[19437]dishonour, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril
[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
[19440]yet to come.
[19441]
[19442]It had better be stated here and now at the outset that the perverted
[19443]transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus’ (Div. Scep.) contentions
[19444]would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to
[19445]accepted scientific methods. Science, it cannot be too often repeated,
[19446]deals with tangible phenomena. The man of science like the man in the
[19447]street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain
[19448]them as best he can. There may be, it is true, some questions which
[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
[19454]differentiating factors or is it, as most embryologists incline to
[19455]opine, such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig,
[19456]Leopold and Valenti, a mixture of both? This would be tantamount to
[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
[19461]mortality. It is interesting because, as he pertinently remarks, we
[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
[19464]our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. by
[19465]inhaling the bacteria which lurk in dust. These factors, he alleged,
[19466]and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity
[19467]posters, religious ministers of all denominations, mutilated soldiers
[19468]and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the suspended carcases of
[19469]dead animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas—these, he
[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,
[19473]light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of
[19474]the classical statues such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured
[19475]photographs of prize babies, all these little attentions would enable
[19476]ladies who were in a particular condition to pass the intervening months
[19477]in a most enjoyable manner. Mr J. Crotthers (Disc. Bacc.) attributes
[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
[19486]wonder is that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off so well as they
[19487]do, all things considered and in spite of our human shortcomings which
[19488]often baulk nature in her intentions. An ingenious suggestion is
[19489]that thrown out by Mr V. Lynch (Bacc. Arith.) that both natality and
[19490]mortality, as well as all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements,
[19491]lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general, everything, in
[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
[19494]our public parks is subject to a law of numeration as yet unascertained.
[19495]Still the plain straightforward question why a child of normally healthy
[19496]parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs
[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.
[19499]Nature, we may rest assured, has her own good and cogent reasons for
[19500]whatever she does and in all probability such deaths are due to some law
[19501]of anticipation by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken
[19502]up their residence (modern science has conclusively shown that only the
[19503]plasmic substance can be said to be immortal) tend to disappear at an
[19504]increasingly earlier stage of development, an arrangement which, though
[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.
[19508]Dedalus’ (Div. Scep.) remark (or should it be called an interruption?)
[19509]that an omnivorous being which can masticate, deglute, digest and
[19510]apparently pass through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect
[19511]imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females
[19512]emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not to speak
[19513]of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns, might possibly find gastric
[19514]relief in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought
[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
[19518]embryo philosopher who for all his overweening bumptiousness in things
[19519]scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an alkali prides
[19520]himself on being, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in
[19521]the vile parlance of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the
[19522]cookable and eatable flesh of a calf newly dropped from its mother. In
[19523]a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) which took
[19524]place in the commons’ hall of the National Maternity Hospital, 29, 30
[19525]and 31 Holles street, of which, as is well known, Dr A. Horne (Lic. in
[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
[19530]sexual congress) she must let it out again or give it life, as he
[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
[19533]and measured tone in which it was delivered.
[19534]
[19535]Meanwhile the skill and patience of the physician had brought about a
[19536]happy accouchement. It had been a weary weary while both for patient and
[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
[19539]was very very happy. Those who have passed on, who have gone before,
[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
[19542]her eyes, that longing hunger for baby fingers (a pretty sight it is
[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
[19545]loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, to have
[19546]her dear Doady there with her to share her joy, to lay in his arms that
[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,
[19551]loved one of old, faithful lifemate now, it may never be again, that
[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
[19555]and his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert (if he had lived), Mamy,
[19556]Budgy (Victoria Frances), Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little
[19557]Bobsy (called after our famous hero of the South African war, lord Bobs
[19558]of Waterford and Candahar) and now this last pledge of their union, a
[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
[19562]so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. No, let no
[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
[19567]heart to bed, to rest. He knows and will call in His own good time. You
[19568]too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man’s part.
[19569]Sir, to you my hand. Well done, thou good and faithful servant!
[19570]
[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
[19573]but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dim,
[19574]let them be as though they had not been and all but persuade himself
[19575]that they were not or at least were otherwise. Yet a chance word will
[19576]call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the
[19577]most various circumstances, a vision or a dream, or while timbrel
[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.
[19583]
[19584]The stranger still regarded on the face before him a slow recession of
[19585]that false calm there, imposed, as it seemed, by habit or some studied
[19586]trick, upon words so embittered as to accuse in their speaker an
[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
[19589]a word of so natural a homeliness as if those days were really present
[19590]there (as some thought) with their immediate pleasures. A shaven space
[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
[19596]in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey,
[19597]Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in
[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
[19603]that circle of girlish fond hands. He frowns a little just as this young
[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
[19607]or of reproach (alles Vergängliche) in her glad look.
[19608]
[19609]Mark this farther and remember. The end comes suddenly. Enter that
[19610]antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their
[19611]faces. Nothing, as it seems, there of rash or violent. Quietude of
[19612]custody, rather, befitting their station in that house, the vigilant
[19613]watch of shepherds and of angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long
[19614]ago. But as before the lightning the serried stormclouds, heavy with
[19615]preponderant excess of moisture, in swollen masses turgidly distended,
[19616]compass earth and sky in one vast slumber, impending above parched field
[19617]and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an
[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
[19621]word.
[19622]
[19623]Burke’s! outflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry, and a tag and
[19624]bobtail of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor,
[19625]punctual Bloom at heels with a universal grabbing at headgear,
[19626]ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and
[19627]what not. A dedale of lusty youth, noble every student there. Nurse
[19628]Callan taken aback in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon
[19629]coming downstairs with news of placentation ended, a full pound if a
[19630]milligramme. They hark him on. The door! It is open? Ha! They are
[19631]out, tumultuously, off for a minute’s race, all bravely legging it,
[19632]Burke’s of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Dixon follows
[19633]giving them sharp language but raps out an oath, he too, and on. Bloom
[19634]stays with nurse a thought to send a kind word to happy mother and
[19635]nurseling up there. Doctor Diet and Doctor Quiet. Looks she too not
[19636]other now? Ward of watching in Horne’s house has told its tale in that
[19637]washedout pallor. Then all being gone, a glance of motherwit helping, he
[19638]whispers close in going: Madam, when comes the storkbird for thee?
[19639]
[19640]The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence
[19641]celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there under starshiny coelum.
[19642]God’s air, the Allfather’s air, scintillant circumambient cessile
[19643]air. Breathe it deep into thee. By heaven, Theodore Purefoy, thou hast
[19644]done a doughty deed and no botch! Thou art, I vow, the remarkablest
[19645]progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous
[19646]chronicle. Astounding! In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed
[19647]possibility which thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man’s
[19648]work. Cleave to her! Serve! Toil on, labour like a very bandog and let
[19649]scholarment and all Malthusiasts go hang. Thou art all their daddies,
[19650]Theodore. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher’s bills
[19651]at home and ingots (not thine!) in the countinghouse? Head up! For every
[19652]newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. See, thy fleece
[19653]is drenched. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his Joan? A canting jay
[19654]and a rheumeyed curdog is all their progeny. Pshaw, I tell thee! He is
[19655]a mule, a dead gasteropod, without vim or stamina, not worth a cracked
[19656]kreutzer. Copulation without population! No, say I! Herod’s slaughter
[19657]of the innocents were the truer name. Vegetables, forsooth, and sterile
[19658]cohabitation! Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding! She is a hoary
[19659]pandemonium of ills, enlarged glands, mumps, quinsy, bunions, hayfever,
[19660]bedsores, ringworm, floating kidney, Derbyshire neck, warts, bilious
[19661]attacks, gallstones, cold feet, varicose veins. A truce to threnes and
[19662]trentals and jeremies and all such congenital defunctive music! Twenty
[19663]years of it, regret them not. With thee it was not as with many that
[19664]will and would and wait and never—do. Thou sawest thy America, thy
[19665]lifetask, and didst charge to cover like the transpontine bison. How
[19666]saith Zarathustra? Deine Kuh Trübsal melkest Du. Nun Trinkst Du die
[19667]süsse Milch des Euters. See! it displodes for thee in abundance. Drink,
[19668]man, an udderful! Mother’s milk, Purefoy, the milk of human kin, milk
[19669]too of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour,
[19670]punch milk, such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzling den, milk
[19671]of madness, the honeymilk of Canaan’s land. Thy cow’s dug was tough,
[19672]what? Ay, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. No dollop
[19673]this but thick rich bonnyclaber. To her, old patriarch! Pap! Per deam
[19674]Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum!
[19675]
[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
[19679]Nevil’s sawbones and ole clo? Sorra one o’ me knows. Hurrah there,
[19680]Dix! Forward to the ribbon counter. Where’s Punch? All serene.
[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
[19683]Denzille lane boys. Hell, blast ye! Scoot. Righto, Isaacs, shove em
[19684]out of the bleeding limelight. Yous join uz, dear sir? No hentrusion in
[19685]life. Lou heap good man. Allee samee dis bunch. En avant, mes enfants!
[19686]Fire away number one on the gun. Burke’s! Burke’s! Thence they
[19687]advanced five parasangs. Slattery’s mounted foot. Where’s that
[19688]bleeding awfur? Parson Steve, apostates’ creed! No, no, Mulligan!
[19689]Abaft there! Shove ahead. Keep a watch on the clock. Chuckingout time.
[19690]Mullee! What’s on you? Ma mère m’a mariée. British Beatitudes!
[19691]Retamplatan digidi boumboum. Ayes have it. To be printed and bound at
[19692]the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Calf covers of pissedon
[19693]green. Last word in art shades. Most beautiful book come out of Ireland
[19694]my time. Silentium! Get a spurt on. Tention. Proceed to nearest canteen
[19695]and there annex liquor stores. March! Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys
[19696]are (attitudes!) parching. Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs
[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
[19700]boosebox. Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my
[19701]tootsies! You hurt? Most amazingly sorry!
[19702]
[19703]Query. Who’s astanding this here do? Proud possessor of damnall.
[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
[19709]prairie oyster. Enemy? Avuncular’s got my timepiece. Ten to. Obligated
[19710]awful. Don’t mention it. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix? Pos fact. Got
[19711]bet be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten.
[19712]Digs up near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do.
[19713]Full of a dure. See her in her dishybilly. Peels off a credit. Lovey
[19714]lovekin. None of your lean kine, not much. Pull down the blind, love.
[19715]Two Ardilauns. Same here. Look slippery. If you fall don’t wait to get
[19716]up. Five, seven, nine. Fine! Got a prime pair of mincepies, no kid. And
[19717]her take me to rests and her anker of rum. Must be seen to be believed.
[19718]Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart, O
[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!
[19724]Spit in your own eye, boss! Mummer’s wire. Cribbed out of Meredith.
[19725]Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Aunty mine’s writing Pa
[19726]Kinch. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi.
[19727]
[19728]Hurroo! Collar the leather, youngun. Roun wi the nappy. Here, Jock braw
[19729]Hielentman’s your barleybree. Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot
[19730]boil! My tipple. Merci. Here’s to us. How’s that? Leg before wicket.
[19731]Don’t stain my brandnew sitinems. Give’s a shake of peppe, you
[19732]there. Catch aholt. Caraway seed to carry away. Twig? Shrieks of
[19733]silence. Every cove to his gentry mort. Venus Pandemos. Les petites
[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?
[19737]Machree, macruiskeen. Smutty Moll for a mattress jig. And a pull all
[19738]together. Ex!
[19739]
[19740]Waiting, guvnor? Most deciduously. Bet your boots on. Stunned like,
[19741]seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He’ve got the
[19742]chink ad lib. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Us
[19743]come right in on your invite, see? Up to you, matey. Out with the oof.
[19744]Two bar and a wing. You larn that go off of they there Frenchy bilks?
[19745]Won’t wash here for nuts nohow. Lil chile velly solly. Ise de cutest
[19746]colour coon down our side. Gawds teruth, Chawley. We are nae fou.
[19747]We’re nae tha fou. Au reservoir, mossoo. Tanks you.
[19748]
[19749]’Tis, sure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee you, shir.
[19750]Bantam, two days teetee. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Garn! Have a
[19751]glint, do. Gum, I’m jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for
[19752]words. With a railway bloke. How come you so? Opera he’d like? Rose
[19753]of Castile. Rows of cast. Police! Some H2O for a gent fainted. Look at
[19754]Bantam’s flowers. Gemini. He’s going to holler. The colleen bawn. My
[19755]colleen bawn. O, cheese it! Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand.
[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
[19759]grahamise. Mare on form hot order. Guinea to a goosegog. Tell a cram,
[19760]that. Gospeltrue. Criminal diversion? I think that yes. Sure thing.
[19761]Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Madden
[19762]back Madden’s a maddening back. O lust our refuge and our strength.
[19763]Decamping. Must you go? Off to mammy. Stand by. Hide my blushes someone.
[19764]All in if he spots me. Come ahome, our Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo.
[19765]Dinna forget the cowslips for hersel. Cornfide. Wha gev ye thon colt?
[19766]Pal to pal. Jannock. Of John Thomas, her spouse. No fake, old man Leo.
[19767]S’elp me, honest injun. Shiver my timbers if I had. There’s a great
[19768]big holy friar. Vyfor you no me tell? Vel, I ses, if that aint a sheeny
[19769]nachez, vel, I vil get misha mishinnah. Through yerd our lord, Amen.
[19770]
[19771]You move a motion? Steve boy, you’re going it some. More bluggy
[19772]drunkables? Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of
[19773]most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate
[19774]one expensive inaugurated libation? Give’s a breather. Landlord,
[19775]landlord, have you good wine, staboo? Hoots, mon, a wee drap to pree.
[19776]Cut and come again. Right. Boniface! Absinthe the lot. Nos omnes
[19777]biberimus viridum toxicum diabolus capiat posterioria nostria.
[19778]Closingtime, gents. Eh? Rome boose for the Bloom toff. I hear you say
[19779]onions? Bloo? Cadges ads. Photo’s papli, by all that’s gorgeous.
[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,
[19782]ye maun e’en gang yer gates. Checkmate. King to tower. Kind Kristyann
[19783]wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear
[19784]tu lay crown of his hed 2 night. Crickey, I’m about sprung. Tarnally
[19785]dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet.
[19786]Item, curate, couple of cookies for this child. Cot’s plood and
[19787]prandypalls, none! Not a pite of sheeses? Thrust syphilis down to hell
[19788]and with him those other licensed spirits. Time, gents! Who wander
[19789]through the world. Health all! À la vôtre!
[19790]
[19791]Golly, whatten tunket’s yon guy in the mackintosh? Dusty Rhodes. Peep
[19792]at his wearables. By mighty! What’s he got? Jubilee mutton. Bovril,
[19793]by James. Wants it real bad. D’ye ken bare socks? Seedy cuss in the
[19794]Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis.
[19795]Trumpery insanity. Bartle the Bread we calls him. That, sir, was once
[19796]a prosperous cit. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all
[19797]forlorn. Slung her hook, she did. Here see lost love. Walking Mackintosh
[19798]of lonely canyon. Tuck and turn in. Schedule time. Nix for the hornies.
[19799]Pardon? Seen him today at a runefal? Chum o’ yourn passed in his
[19800]checks? Ludamassy! Pore piccaninnies! Thou’ll no be telling me thot,
[19801]Pold veg! Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took
[19802]off in black bag? Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. I never
[19803]see the like since I was born. Tiens, tiens, but it is well sad, that,
[19804]my faith, yes. O, get, rev on a gradient one in nine. Live axle drives
[19805]are souped. Lay you two to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow.
[19806]Jappies? High angle fire, inyah! Sunk by war specials. Be worse for him,
[19807]says he, nor any Rooshian. Time all. There’s eleven of them. Get ye
[19808]gone. Forward, woozy wobblers! Night. Night. May Allah the Excellent One
[19809]your soul this night ever tremendously conserve.
[19810]
[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
[19813]regions. Yooka. Night. Mona, my true love. Yook. Mona, my own love. Ook.
[19814]
[19815]Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on. There she goes.
[19816]Brigade! Bout ship. Mount street way. Cut up! Pflaap! Tally ho. You not
[19817]come? Run, skelter, race. Pflaaaap!
[19818]
[19819]Lynch! Hey? Sign on long o’ me. Denzille lane this way. Change here
[19820]for Bawdyhouse. We two, she said, will seek the kips where shady Mary
[19821]is. Righto, any old time. Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis. You coming
[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
[19825]scripturae. Strike up a ballad. Then outspake medical Dick to his
[19826]comrade medical Davy. Christicle, who’s this excrement yellow
[19827]gospeller on the Merrion hall? Elijah is coming! Washed in the blood
[19828]of the Lamb. Come on you winefizzling, ginsizzling, booseguzzling
[19829]existences! Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled,
[19830]peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage!
[19831]Come on, you triple extract of infamy! Alexander J Christ Dowie,
[19832]that’s my name, that’s yanked to glory most half this planet from
[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.
[19836]Shout salvation in King Jesus. You’ll need to rise precious early,
[19837]you sinner there, if you want to diddle the Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not
[19838]half. He’s got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend,
[19839]in his back pocket. Just you try it on.
[19840]
[19841]
[19842]
[19843]
[19844]
[19845]