Joyce's Ulysses Concordance

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  1. Telemachus
  2. Nestor
  3. Proteus
  4. Calypso
  5. Lotus Eaters
  6. Hades
  7. Aeolus
  8. Lestrygonians
  9. Scylla and Charybdis
  10. Wandering Rocks
  11. Sirens
  12. Cyclops
  13. Nausicaa
  14. Oxen of the Sun
  15. Circe
  16. Eumaeus
  17. Ithaca
  18. Penelope

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[18125]Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus.
[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.
[18131]Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!
[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?
[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.
[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!
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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:
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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!
[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.
[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.
[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
[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?
[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!
[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!
[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.
[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!
[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.
[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.
[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!
[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.
[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.
[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!
[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.
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